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Risk It All| Mark Tuan

Mafia!Mark x Reader, parents au! Word count: 5.612 Genre: angst, action. Warning: mention of crimes and violence, language. If you don't feel comfortable DON’T READ IT! Author: Maari Note: It’s been soooo long that I wrote for GOT7 and I’m very proud of this one🥺 i suggest to read while listening to risk it all by the vamps Request: Can i request maybe got7 mark mafia left you and your daughter because he knows they will use his family as a bait. You always go to the headquarter to convince haechan to come back to you daughter and your lives but he pushed you away. Until both of you being kidnapped and happy ending and he said sorry to both of you and hugged you both closely.

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It was a desperate night.

Y/N didn't know why little Gracie didn't sleep well, her 9-month-old daughter was restless that morning and there was no way to deny the reason for that, because she knew.

Gracie was used to sleeping lying on her father's belly, she loved the warmth of his arms and many times she calmed down just like that, not even with her mother. But that night her father wasn’t there.

In fact, he had been gone all day and as much as Y/N was distressed, she didn't have much to do. Mark never carried his phone when had to work, it was too dangerous, he'd always said, and she wouldn't be able to contact whoever was with him.

All she could do was wait and hope that everything was fine, still with a sinking heart.

She rocked her daughter in her arms as sang a song, hoping to make her sleep, she looked at the clock beside her bed and it read 3AM. She was tired, exhausted, not because she took care of her daughter but because she hated it when Mark left.

When Gracie finally fell asleep, completely surrendered to sleep, Y/N heard the house door slam and without a second thought, walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

She should have been relieved to see her husband there, but when she saw that he was looking forward to it, she was even more worried.

"Honey." she spoke softly and Mark turned to face her, his eyes red and his face visibly in pain.

He had cried.

Y/N saw Mark swallow hard, run a hand through his dark hair and run down the stairs without answering, she followed of course. She followed him to their room and when she got there, she saw Mark angrily pull the suitcase under the bed.

She was confused by her husband's haste and the sudden need to pack. Would they travel?

"What are you doing? Where we going?" she asked as watched him cry silently, going to the wardrobe and taking out the pieces in a random way to throw them in the suitcase without any care.

"I have to go." he replied quietly, not meeting her eyes.

Y/N kept her eyes on him, waiting for a complete answer, which didn't come.

"What?"

She watched him open the drawer and take out his gun, checked it was loaded, and tucked it into the waistband of his pants under the shirt.

"Leaving. I'm leaving." he spoke louder but his voice was not steady as usual, it was shaky and desperate.

Y/N felt her heart break completely, the cry already stuck in her throat.

It wasn't as if she'd ever thought about that moment, but since the birth of their daughter, he'd promised that things would be different.

"Then that's it? Are you just going to abandon your family with just two sentences?” she asked, hurt and held her daughter even tighter in her arms. "I think I deserve a better explanation than 'I'm leaving' in the middle of the night."

Y/N wanted to scream, shake her husband so he would talk but she knew if she did that it would scare Gracie and she didn't want that, she had taken so long to get her daughter to sleep and she didn't want to wake her up.

Mark stopped with his hands on top of the suitcase and took a deep breath, looked at Y/N and she raised her eyebrow, questioning him once more in silence. She hated being too hard on him, but there were times when she needed to be.

He approached cautiously and placed his hand on her arm, covered by the leather glove he wore, she didn't like it. She wanted to feel the texture of his palm against her arm to make sure everything was okay, that it would be okay.

"I love you both." he spoke, a softer tone and she bit her lip to keep from giving in too soon. “And it's because I love you so much that I need to get out of here as soon as possible to protect you. I already asked BamBam to come pick you up in the morning, he will keep both of you safe until I… sort out some problems.”

Y/N frowned. She'd never demanded any explanation about Mark's business because first, she didn't want to know and second, the less she knew the better. But knowing he was doing what his job demanded didn't make it any better.

In fact, she felt a shiver down her spine and it was from fear. Fear for her daughter, fear for her husband and for her.

If BamBam was involved, it meant Yugyeom and Jungkook were too. The whole group.

"I don’t want you to go." she admitted, feeling her eyes water and Mark looked at her in pain.

"Angel." his hand came up to her face and caressed the skin that was now wet from the tears that insisted on falling. “I would never forgive myself if they used you two to lure me. My family will not be made of bait.”

It was a promise, Y/N could hear the certainty in Mark's voice and she knew she would never be able to convince him otherwise.

“When will this end?” she asked, referring to the whole world he involved them in.

Mark moved closer to kiss her forehead and his lips lingered longer, making her close her eyes with what would probably be their last skin contact yet.

“I will come back to you, I promise."

[...]

Y/N was stubborn.

She had waited a week for Mark to sort out what he had to and she was very grateful to BamBam for the help he was giving but living locked up, or safe as he said, in a fortress with armed security and escape tunnels that were presented to her on the first day wasn’t what she had planned for her life and neither for Gracie's.

So, after 7 days, she decided that she would act. She was tired of seeing her family torn apart. Had she used her influence to force the keep's servants to do what she wanted? Probably, but it was the only weapon she had to find out where her husband was hiding and find a way to go there and convince him to come home, to return to his family.

Maybe she was too naive to think any of them wouldn’t tell BamBam that she'd left the keep without his permission or protection, but she wasn't going to back down now.

"Mark made me promise that I'd keep you two safe, Y/N." BamBam argued and she huffed.

“I'm sorry BamBam, but I didn't leave my house when I was pregnant to live with Mark to see my family separated by business that Gracie and I have absolutely nothing to do with!” she spoke louder, making the tall boy shut up. “Can't you see how Gracie misses her father?” she asked, seeing him falter. “There's nothing you can do to stop me, lock me in a room and I'll get out of there, and I'll go after Mark. Someone needs to convince him to come back, hiding is ridiculous and won't change a thing.”

Well, she'd been trying to find out where her husband was, following BamBam for the past few days in a taxi. She was almost there, she knew it.

BamBam took a deep breath, placing his hands on his hips.

“You will only leave here if you are escorted by Jungkook, he is the best hitman. If you go to Mark, you will need protection.”

Y/N smiled slightly, she could see that BamBam agreed with her.

"Deal." she replied, picking up her bag from the bed and getting ready to leave her room, but he stopped her.

"Where are you going?"

“See my husband.” she spoke in an obvious tone. "You can let Jungkook know that I'll be in the garage waiting."

Y/N left the room without a response from BamBam. She was certain that if there was anyone who could convince Mark to come back, it was her. And she wouldn't give up so easily.

On the way, she stopped in the room where Gracie was with the housekeeper of the fortress, said goodbye to her daughter with a long hug and asked the woman to take care of her daughter until she returned. She wouldn't take Gracie because she knew Mark wouldn't accept it and agreed, putting her daughter in danger was the last thing she wanted.

She waited for Jungkook and saw him smile in amusement as approached her, it was as if he knew she would act like that. 

He directed her to the black 4x4 truck and she got in feeling her hands sweat, was anxious because she would finally see her husband again.

She then remembered the first time this had happened, how she had met him.

One of her friends was going out with Yugyeom and invited her to go to a nightclub, it was Friday and the place was full. It was poorly lit but that didn't stop her from noticing how handsome he was. At the time Mark had blonde hair and didn't even have tattoos, when she thought of that night a silly smile played on her lips every time. He was so young compared to the present day, much quieter, but the serious way he was accompanied by such a delicious laugh captivated her that very night.

Well of course the friend had introduced Y/N because she was single and about to start college, it should have been just one night. A fun night for both of them that didn't end until the morning, but Mark had been so kind and considerate, he'd made sure to save her number and hang out with her more often.

At that time, she didn't know what so much mystery meant but it didn't matter because she fell in love so fast that she ended up sleeping with him every other time they went out. But the intimacy they created went far beyond the nights of pleasure. Mark talked about silly dreams, about how he missed his family in California and how his life would have been different if he hadn't crossed the world.

He shared secrets with her, and she did exactly the same.

That's when she found out she was pregnant, midway through her college semester. All she did was run up to him and tell him, expecting a completely negative reaction from him, it was the exact opposite.

Mark was thrilled, ecstatic, assured that he would give her a home and take care of the baby together. She then moved into his house ready to spend the rest of her life by his side, and with them she ended up discovering what Mark really did.

He'd introduced himself as a businessman, and business involved cars. At first she'd assumed he'd been involved in racing, it was illegal of course but nothing out of the ordinary, nothing no teenager hadn't fantasized about.

However, Mark received large amounts of money in just one night and she started to find it suspicious. It was then that the couple's first fight happened, when Y/N demanded that he tell everything, without hiding anything or else she would leave and he would never know what his daughter would be like.

He gave in and told. Mark also participated in races, but he worked for a powerful man in the city, taking the risk of taking goods across the border with other cities or else sometimes crossing the country. He only had one goal, never to get caught, and he was very good at it. But that also left him at the mercy of his boss.

Yes, Mark was part of a mob.

It came as a shock to her, obviously, but that didn't change things because she loved Mark and had promised to be on his side. She understood that the boy had been alone too long in a foreign country and that had led him to do things that he had no control over later.

When Mark took her to live with him, she made it clear that she too would live in the shadows like him and she accepted, dropped out of college and didn't contact any friends who could find out where she was. Because she was sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him and the baby growing in her womb. He never changed who he was with her, he was still the same attentive and kind boy, although over time he got more serious.

He was still the same Mark.

She thought about the day he would get out of this life, even though she knew there was only one way.

"I'll come in with you so he doesn't freak out so much." Jungkook warned before they got out of the car.

Y/N agreed, of course, and looked around. She didn't know if all the mafias had strongholds like that but she imagined that there was the “headquarters”.

A building with a huge garage, from a distance it looked like a factory like all the others in the city.

She squeezed her bag even tighter as they approached the entrance, Jungkook went ahead and greeted everyone who was there, while she watched the parked cars that were supposed to be used for work. They went to the second floor and he knocked three times on the last door in the hallway, hearing a ‘come in' the boy looked at Y/N as if asking if she was okay, who nodded in agreement.

He opened the door and made room for her to go first, cautiously doing so and surveying the room.

A simple room without any decoration, well lit and with a huge window that had an outside staircase, strategic for those who wanted to escape from there faster than going through the garage.

It was a cold environment, it could never be considered a home and she much less would imagine Mark spending time there alone.

"What do you do here?" she looked to the side and saw her husband standing there.

She took a deep breath, she had missed his voice so much and even though it was carrying a serious tone, she smiled at the sound of it.

“I came to see my husband.” she replied firmly.

"Jungkook, I told you-" Mark took a step forward, looking at the boy behind Y/N.

He was angry, of course.

"It wasn't his fault." she interrupted him, causing him to stare at her. "I didn't give anyone a choice, I was determined to come even if it was alone."

"You wouldn't dare." he chuckled humorlessly and she raised an eyebrow, cocking her head as if she questioned him.

Mark didn't say anything, scratching the back of his head and Y/N kept silent.

"I'll stay outside, you must have a lot to talk about." Jungkook warned before leaving, slamming the door shortly after.

And they really did.

"You need to get out of here." Mark went to her and gently took her arm, anticipating what her husband would do, she placed a hand on his chest to make him stop.

"I won't go without you." she spoke decisively, feeling his heart beat too fast against her palm.

He sighed.

"You don’t understand." he shook his head in disbelief.

"Because don't you explain to me!" she spoke louder, showing all her frustration. Mark looked at her guiltily. “It's been almost 3 weeks since you left home. I want my husband back.”

“I can't, Y/N! Please don’t insist." he practically pleaded and she laughed, without humor.

"You want me to live in BamBam's house forever?" she could no longer control the tone of her voice that rose with every word. “Is that your plan? Leave me and Gracie locked up until she turns 40?”

“Damn it, Y/N!” he dropped her, pulled away and ran his hands through his hair, visibly frustrated.

He wasn't the only one in that room feeling that way.

“This here.” He lifted his arm, exposing the tattoo on his biceps. “It's my curse. I will have to carry this with me for the rest of my life, not because it is marked on my skin but in who I am!”

She glared at the word truth with resentment. It was the tattoo Mark had gotten together with Yugyeom, BamBam and Jungkook to symbolize joining the mafia.

And it didn't matter if he covered it up or simply took it off, it would never erase how much his life had changed since then.

She wanted to say that she loved every bit of him, every wrong choice that made him who he was, and Mark knew it. However she was so hurt that she couldn't.

Was it too much to ask to have a normal life with her family?

“Go away, Y/N, please. It's too dangerous for you to stay here, if anyone sees you…” He closed his eyes for a moment and she understood everything.

She bit her lip to hold back the urge to cry and nodded, resting her hand on the doorknob as she took one last look at him.

The exchange of looks between the two meant it all, they didn't need words. She knew he was doing this to protect her and protect Gracie, she could see how hard it was for him to tell her to go.

But it wasn't easy for her either.

Y/N opened the door and in a surge of courage and anger, spoke before slamming the door.

“Oh and if you think I'm going to stop seeing my husband because a bunch of mobsters are pissed off, you’re wrong. I will come every day until you return to your family.”

[...]

Y/N had meant it when she'd told Mark that she would come every day to see him.

She went, with Jungkook escorting her as BamBam had said, but there she was. Every day in the early afternoon, when the Mafia headquarters was practically empty.

For the first few days, Mark locked the bedroom door in a failed attempt to get her to leave. Of course she didn't give up so easily, she sat on the floor in front of the door and started talking about Gracie, after the third attempt, Mark gave up and opened the door for her.

He was about to give in, she could see that, although she didn't stay more than 20 minutes there because she couldn't push her luck and because Jungkook had more to do, she knew her husband like the back of her hand. He was considering going home, he was finally listening to her.

But that day was being unusual.

Jungkook was on a "mission" and hadn't arrived in time to escort her, BamBam's fortress seemed agitated and he himself had left early and hadn't even had time to talk to Y/N.

And Gracie looked as agitated as everyone else, the daughter kept running around the garden and Y/N was starting to get really tired because the housekeeper wasn't free to help look at the girl.

So, seeing that her daughter was probably just as tired of being there as she was, she decided to go with Gracie to the mall downtown. As BamBam's driver wasn’t there, she decided to take a taxi.

Gracie looked happier seeing the scenery outside the taxi window and Y/N was feeling a different kind of butterflies in her stomach, she guessed it was the false sense of freedom and nostalgia hit her.

She would give anything to live this moment with Mark. Just the 3 of them, as it should be.

She took a deep breath as the car pulled up in front of the mall, took the amount and paid the driver, then got out and helped Gracie out of the car.

She held her daughter in her arms, arranging her bags on the shoulder, and took a step into the mall, but didn't quite make it.

“Y/N!” she heard Mark's voice calling to her in the distance and turned around, thinking she was hallucinating.

But seeing the figure of her husband approaching in a hurry, she knew it was real.

"Daddy!" Gracie screamed, fidgeting tirelessly on her mother's lap in a clear sign that she wanted to go to him.

Mark approached and took his daughter from Y/N's lap, the two collided in a strong hug, he closed his eyes and smiled. Y/N didn't want to cry at the scene but she was thrilled, though confused that her husband was there.

“My love, I missed you so much!” Mark spoke to his daughter and gave her a kiss on the cheek afterwards.

When he opened his eyes, Y/N was still staring at him and he adjusted Gracie into his arms.

"What do you do here?" she asked suspiciously.

Mark wasn't going to walk around the mall like she'd intended.

“I saw that you left the fortress so I thought-”

"Wait." Y/N raised a hand to stop him. "How do you know that?"

“How do you think?” he asked, looking at her suggestively. “I have access to the security cameras at BamBam's fortress.

Y/N opened her mouth, surprised and somewhat offended.

“Are you watching us?” she asked in disbelief.

“It was the only way.” he replied, shrugging his shoulders and she laughed bitterly.

Y/N took Gracie from Mark's lap, the daughter left without understanding, and turned her back on her husband and walked back to the mall entrance.

"I can’t believe that!"

“Y/N.” she felt him start to walk behind her.

"No, Mark." she stopped where she was, turning to look at him completely hurt. "Do you have time to watch your family on camera but no time to go home?" she questioned and started to walk again but Mark held her arm, preventing her.

"I needed to see you guys without putting your lives at risk, don't you understand?"

"No!" she spoke louder, feeling like crying. “I don't know why you're doing these things. You don't tell me!”

Mark was one step away from giving it all up, from giving in, Y/N could see it in his eyes and all she wanted was a decent explanation whatever it was, they could handle it together.

They were weaker apart, together they could overcome the world. That's always how it felt.

Mark opened his mouth to reply but a loud screeching of fast tires against the asphalt caught their attention. A black van quickly approached the sidewalk where they were and before it even came to a complete stop, 3 covered men got out of it. And armed.

Mark's first reaction was to put himself in front of the family, protecting them while Y/N got behind him and hugged Gracie even tighter.

“Get in the car, now!” one of them did and Mark put his hand to his waist.

"Don't even think about it, smart-ass." the second spoke and approached Y/N, putting the gun to her head. "Or else it's not in the van you're going to."

Y/N swallowed hard, with teary eyes controlling the urge to cry.

Mark raised his hands up in surrender and one of them dragged him towards the van, another did the same with Y/N ​​who just followed in silence and brought Gracie's head closer in an attempt to make her not see the scene.

But when they got into the van, being dumped there, the three had their heads covered by a black cloth and none of them could see where they were going, they just felt the car start quickly.

Y/N squeezed Gracie more and more against her body in an attempt to calm her down, in vain of course. She didn't know where they were going or how much time had passed, but when the van came to an abrupt stop, she felt strong and not at all careful hands drag her out of the vehicle.

Her rational side overrode whatever fear she was feeling at that moment, all she knew was that she needed to obey and be quiet, any attempt to try to get out of there would be dangerous for everyone, especially Gracie.

She thought of her daughter first, needed to keep her safe.

They walked for a while and suddenly she was thrown to the floor, ended up hitting her left shoulder on the floor and locked her jaw with the impact and pain then she awkwardly arranged herself on the floor with her daughter still on her lap and they took the cloth from her head, she looked at the guy in front of her, he was smiling evilly and she shivered, lowering her head and saw that they had done the same thing to Mark who was lying next to her. The men left the room, closing the door with a thud so loud it startled Gracie, who started crying instantly.

Y/N took the cloth off her head and hugged her daughter tightly, stroking her hair.

“It's okay, baby. Mom is here.” she was trying to be strong enough that her daughter wasn't more afraid than she probably was, but she was just as desperate as Gracie.

Her hands were shaking and she felt her blood run cold. She wasn't enjoying this at all.

Y/N saw Mark approach and looked at him, the exchange of looks was intense and both came to the same conclusion silently. They would protect their daughter, no matter what.

He reached out to hold his daughter and Y/N relented, handing her to him.

Mark hugged her and started talking to her as he got up, Y/N took her hand to her shoulder and felt a twinge, she looked down to face and saw that the bone seemed out of place, that explained the pain she was feeling but it was completely irrelevant at the moment.

She looked at Mark and he was rocking from side to side with his cheek against Gracie's cheek to calm her down. Y/N would have smiled at the scene if circumstances were different.

In a short time, which seemed like an eternity to both of them, Gracie fell asleep in Mark's arms. He sat on the floor next to his wife, careful not to wake his daughter, and looked at Y/N with a guilty eye.

"How are you?" he asked quietly, trying to analyze her up and down and stopped his eyes on her hand that was on her shoulder.

“I think I shifted.” replied, swallowing hard once more.

"Pardon me." he spoke suddenly and she frowned. “I put you at risk. What I feared most happened and it's my fault."

Y/N didn't know what to say, so she turned her body around until she was facing him and placed a hand on his cheek.

“None of that matters now, Mark. We just need to get out of here.”

"I tried to leave." he admitted and she stared at him confused. “I told them I wanted to go out, take care of my family and my future, since Gracie was born I realized that I don't belong in this life anymore.” he smiled sadly. “But more dangerous people ended up finding out and Yugyeom warned me that you two were in danger, he heard that the guys were planning to use my family as bait to get me to start working for rivals, they had already found out where we lived, it was just only a matter of time until…” Mark couldn't finish and Y/N wiped the tears that flowed.

"It's okay, Mark."

“No, Y/N. If I hadn't followed you, they would never have appeared.”

"Hey, look at me." she asked kindly and he did. “It makes no difference whose fault it is, if it's yours, mine. We'll get out of here, the three of us. Together."

Mark smiled and nodded, Y/N came over to touch their foreheads and closed her eyes for a moment.

She didn't know where that lucidity, that strength was coming from, but completely believed what she had said.

And more than ever, she'd been happy to know that Mark was thinking of a different future for the family they'd built, that he no longer wanted to be a part of that dangerous life.

Even though the way he'd done it all had been a little messed up, all he thought about was her and Gracie's safety. He'd sacrificed himself so they were protected and she couldn't see anything but a gesture of love.

When she moved away, laid her head on Mark's shoulder and felt him put an arm around her waist, she took the opportunity to gently hug Gracie without waking her up and they stayed there like that while they both thought of a way out of that situation.

She was sure Mark would do anything to get them out of there safely, even if it meant his own sacrifice and she couldn't think of anything to change that, but the only thing she knew was that she would fight. For him and for Gracie.

Y/N knew that at some point people would miss her and her daughter, someone on the street from the mall must have seen what had happened in broad daylight, that's when she remembered that the bags weren't with her anymore since she walked in in the van.

If they fell on the street, it was their chance that BamBam, Yugyeom or even Jungkook would understand what had happened.

She clung to that sliver of hope, hoping that Mark's friends would get to them in time.

Suddenly, a loud noise echoed outside and Mark stiffened, silently the two looked at the door as if they could see through it what was happening.

When voices were heard, he stood up and Y/N did the same, now facing him as if waiting for an answer. Mark held Gracie up to her and when she held her daughter who was still sound asleep, he faced her.

Has the time come then?

"Stay behind me." he asked very quietly and she agreed, doing as he said. "No matter what happens, don't try to come after me."

Wait, what?

Y/N wanted to ask what he meant by that but a bang against the door made her jump and Gracie started to wake up, she brought her daughter closer as she heard footsteps.

Feeling her heart practically jump out of her mouth, the door was opened and a light got in her way of watching the figure that was standing, all she saw was a gun.

"You two never learn, do you." she knew that voice… Y/N squinted and could see BamBam's thin silhouette.

She sighed at the playful smile and relief washed over her.

"I never thought I'd be so happy to look at that face of yours." Mark spoke and Y/N laughed. She couldn't disagree.

“You can thank me later.” The friend replied and Mark approached to shake his hand, in clear thanks.

“Thank us, right?” Yugyeom's voice came out of nowhere. “Or did you forget that I was the one who took down the guy who was hanging you?”

"He wasn't hanging me." BamBam defended himself.

"No, he was choking you so hard your face was turning as purple as the suit you're wearing." Jungkook appeared, only his head showing between Yugyeom and BamBam's figure.

“Two ingrates.” BamBam complained.

"Can we go out?" Mark questioned and the three looked at each other.

"We just need to… clean up the mess." Yugyeom replied and Y/N felt all eyes on her.

All right, she understood what they meant and stood where she was, waiting.

The 3 left and Mark turned to face his wife.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now.

Y/N smiled weakly and nodded.

“Ready to go home.” she replied and Mark raised his hand to stroke Gracie's sleeping head.

"I meant your shoulder."

She didn't even remember it anymore, maybe the adrenaline of being kidnapped had made her forget about the pain.

"I've been through worse." she shrugged and felt his hand caress her cheek slowly, she had missed the texture of his skin so much. “Being apart from you, for example.”

Mark smiled, showing all his perfect teeth.

"This will not happen again." he assured and she looked at him suspiciously.

"Aren't you going to live in the mafia headquarters?"

"No."

“And not even watching me and Gracie through BamBam’s cameras?”

"No." he answered with certainty and she smiled. “I'm sorry about everything. If I left, it was to protect you two. I would lose everything, I would risk everything for you. You are the most important things in my life and I can't live without you two anymore, I missed every detail.”

"I know, babe."

And she knew, she understood his motives. Because if she were in his shoes, she would do the same thing.

Mark then moved closer, wrapping them both in a hug tight and long-awaited by both. Even if it wasn't enough and in the wrong place, it wasn't where he wanted to be with his wife in his arms, it wasn't where he wanted to see his daughter sleep.

However, everything he needed most was there.

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This kind of fear Ch.12

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Park Soo-young [Joy/Journalist at Exodus] (Red Velvet)

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This dream-like world slowly crumbled when somebody forcefully shook me by my arm, making my head move and wake me up as a result.

"Hey! Sleepy time’s ended.“ I slowly opened my eyes and was welcomed by my blurry vision and slightly disoriented world. My whole body felt numb and as I looked down at the ground, I felt as if sitting three meters higher than originally. As if I would fall any minute.

“She‘s really out of it. How much did you give her?“ I looked up from where the voice was coming, instantly noticing the lilac-colored hair of one male. His roots were almost white.

“The dosage shouldn‘t be a problem.“ I remembered those voices. Those uniforms. I guessed that Jay B had answered that moment though I couldn’t be too sure.

“Maybe Suga gave you the dosage he’d need for himself to get high on this stuff”, Wonho replied, mustering me with one raised eyebrow.

“It is disrespectful to talk about your elder this way. Don’t mingle his free-time enjoyment with his work”, the fake Detective replied.

“Yeah yeah. I know all of this, Genie. Relax. I’m just fooling around a little.” He made me tilt my head back, his hand finding its way into my hair without noticing. How would I though? I still felt nothing when being touched. “It’s just such a waste that I can’t fool around with her”, he added, slightly wetting his lower lip with his tongue.

I focused on him, couldn’t hold on to the situation and their talk. But some words lingered on my tongue. I was intoxicated with something that made me lose my body and my head but it couldn’t change my personality.

“Fuck off”, I said to him. There was no anger in me though, only exhaustion and slight nausea. However, I knew I needed to speak the crumbled bits of my mind.

The thug began laughing, showing off his white teeth while making those amused sounds, them echoing in my ears and my head.

“I’d rather fuck you”, he replied but I couldn’t catch on his words immediately when he was already pulled away from me. I breathed out and closed my eyes again because I felt dizzy.

“Okay, that is going to be enough”, Genie said and pulled me from the seat, his hand probably around my upper arm. “Wait for me in the car.” I stumbled, had been scared of falling but then I noticed that I was still on the ground with my feet. They felt heavy. I was terrified as I was even dragged out of the van, the small step on the ground seemed as if it was at least one meter high. I was confused and clumsy. I even held on to the man, grabbing into his police uniform as he walked with me. I was hallucinating, seeing the trees as giants that were hanging quite steep, indicating falling on us at any time. I was getting anxious again, not knowing where I was; not knowing what was going on.

“Let me go…”, I whispered but I couldn‘t let go of the man. Being the only thing I could grasp, the thought of losing him scared me even more. I didn‘t want to be all alone. Not when I felt this helpless. That was what they wanted probably; make me dependent on their words and behavior.

Soon I took notice of an old-looking building, an abandoned warehouse as it seemed. The thug dragged me through an open doorway, its frame consisting of rusty metal. I stumbled over my own feet and almost fell again but the man caught me before I could.

“Where are you taking me?”, I asked him quietly, my head hanging low. The brown-haired male didn’t answer me and just dragged me further with him. Soon my eyes were focused on the room, the roof up so high in the air, as if I was looking at a tower. I knew that this couldn’t be its real height, my distorted vision still playing its tricks on me. Pieces of the broken windows remaining on the concrete crunched under our shoes as we neared the middle of this building. My eyes were set on a metallic high-backed chair, ropes around its armrests and legs. That was the moment I let go of the man and tried to pull away from his tight grasp but he was having none of it. I was weaker than before and even then he had easily overpowered me.

“Do not make it harder than it needs to be”, Genie warned me. I breathed out heavily and stopped in my tracks. My world was slightly moving just like back in the van, swaying from one side to the other.

The gangster pulled me with him, now with even more force, making it more than impossible for me to escape in my highly intoxicated state. I wasn’t even trying to fight him anymore as he pushed me to the chair, forcing me to sit. I winced at the sudden dizziness that took over my head. Immediately, I closed my eyes shut and breathed in and out deeply. When I opened my eyes again, my vision was blurry again and I laid my head back, still having a hard time handling the effects of the unknown drug. I couldn’t feel the man tying me to the chair, my skin still numb to every single touch but I knew that he did it even without looking at him. It didn’t take much time for him to accomplish fixing me to the furniture. I opened my eyes again but felt too heavy to lift my head. He stood before me, our eyes met for a brief moment and then he walked out of my sight, leaving me by myself.

“You’re just leaving me like this…”, I whispered, my eyes on the roof. I still waited for it to crumble down on me. Every step the thug took echoed in the hall; in my head. I closed my eyes again, breathed in and out, and fell into that dreamy state again.

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I heard the wind howl after some time, the broken windows letting the cold air fill the room I was in. At first, I didn’t feel the temperature but as the effect of the drug decreased goosebumps appeared on my arms and my legs and I slowly began freezing. Thankfully I still wore my green jacket but I wasn’t holding onto my key anymore and my backpack was also no longer with me. For the first time, I felt the tight ropes around my wrists and my ankles and as I tried to pull against them, they cut more into my jacket and my jeans, only slightly hurting my skin. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t set myself free. After some time of failing, I had no other choice but to give up. It irritated me horribly. This whole situation frustrated me to the core. Jeong-guk had simply said to cooperate with Bangtan but he hadn‘t prepared me for any of this. He hadn‘t warned me about thugs dressing up as fake policemen to interrogate me. He hadn‘t told me that it was all just bait to drug me, so they could abduct me more easily. He hadn’t given me tips on how to cut through ropes without any sharp material when being tied to a chair. Why did they even need to drug me? Last time, they had threatened me with guns and now they had drugged me. And what if these guys weren’t actually from Bangtan? They hadn’t answered my question after all. What was awaiting me? I didn’t want to know. I feared that I was only waiting for my death on this seat.

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The night came and I looked up to the roof, seeing the light of the moon shining through the broken windows as I let my eyes wander. It illuminated the small particles of dust, making them sparkle like tiny stars. “So…this is how I’m going to die…”, I noted to myself, slightly smiling ironically at that scary thought. I would either freeze to death or die because of thirst. Hunger would only be a problem in roughly five days and until then the other two factors would most likely take my life.

Nausea took over me from time to time and I needed to close my eyes to rest even if because of the cold I couldn’t fall asleep.  At least not at first. I shed some tears when my feeling of helplessness became more than unbearable; when the image of my family’s possible reaction to my disappearance weighed too much on my soul. The bitter anger only grew further in my chest and sometimes I let my frustration out on the chair again, trying to ease the grip of the ropes but yet again to no avail. My backside was beginning to hurt on the uncomfortable material but when I finally was able to doze off again it didn’t matter anymore.

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When I opened my eyes again I still felt cold, my dry throat needed water and I was mentally and physically drained. When would this torture end? The night had gone by and the shy rays of the sun lit up the huge hall. My fingers felt numb because of the cold and I was pretty sure they would burn terribly when being met with warmth again. If there was even a moment like that meant for me ever again. My head ached when being moved and I knew I needed to empty my bladder soon.

Not being able to give up, I pulled at the ropes again until they cut even more into my skin through my clothes. The pain was nothing when compared to the thought of dying here; the thought of the torn stances and deeply hurt facial expressions of my family. I struggled for a while when I noticed the sounds of steps nearing, them echoing in the hall. I immediately stopped moving and looked in the direction though I couldn’t see much given that I couldn’t turn my head further at one point. My heart pace quickly went up and the adrenaline was yet again pumping through my veins. This time I had no outlet for it, still being tied to that stupid chair. I couldn’t run and I certainly couldn’t hide.

“Excuse us for keeping you waiting for so long. We were…busy”, I heard a slightly deep melodic voice talking, his voice still lingering in my head from last time. He was walking right behind me, hindering me from fully having him in my sight. “But now you have our full attention…”, he added, suddenly putting weight onto my tense shoulders, his hands squeezing me through my jacket. This kind of physical contact hurt my frozen body. All the hairs on my body stood up as he leaned in, his hot breath hitting my left cold ear. "…little bird.”

Memories flooded my brain, showing me pictures of the red-haired male sitting behind that one particular desk, his fingers intertwined and his right leg over his right one. He had interrogated me about my former roommate Lisa. But that wasn’t the last time I had seen him. I remembered that event I had been asked to go to by Joo-hyun. V had been walking down the hall next to a man with light pink-colored hair.

The hands disappeared from my shoulders and the red-haired man circled me, his steps dangerously slow and almost soundless like one of a predator. I was as weak as possible, playing the role of the prey yet again.

“I hoped we wouldn’t need to meet again but it seems that simple warnings won’t do”, V started talking again, his blue eyes raking over my bound sitting position. “You just love to cause a scene, don’t ya?”

I gazed into his blue-colored eyes and felt my whole body tremble because of the cold and because of that sinister smile that he wore.

“What? Cat got your tongue suddenly?“, he began after the silence grew too strong and his left hand dug in the pocket of his black coat. “Quite unbelievable, knowing that you can’t seem to shut up about Bangtan when talking to other people.“

V pulled a folded piece of shiny paper out of his pocket which he displayed with both of his hands, showcasing the design of one of the flyers that I knew all too well.

“Well? Is there still nothing to tell?“, he questioned me, the intense gaze in his eyes challenging me to speak up. He waited patiently although his whole body language oozed anything but patience.

“Wh—what do you want to hear?“, I asked him carefully, stuttering a bit. It was hard to concentrate. At the same time, my mind had never been so sharp and focused. Just one mistake while talking and I would fuck up even more.

There was a small twitch at the corner of his mouth, almost as if he found this whole situation funny. It was most likely amusing to him.

“You were seen carrying these flyers and posters around“, he finally stated after there was still silence. He relaxed his right arm while still holding the poster with his left hand.

“I…I was. I…made them“, I answered quietly, still tripping over my own words. Jeong-guk‘s statements lingered in my head. As if he was right next to me, reminding me of the lies I needed to tell and the truths I couldn‘t withhold in me anymore.

V made a slightly impressed face and lowered his hand with the flyer now. He even mocked me with his body language.

“You‘re a real brave one, aren‘t ya?“, he taunted. “You’re not afraid to showcase your political opinions openly. It doesn’t matter if it’s in written form or verbally, now does it?” He let the flyer fall to the ground, stepping on it while closing in. “Tell me, little bird…” He put his hands on top of my bound wrists, his hands slightly warmer than my skin as he leaned closer, his fake blue eyes gazing into mine. “…who were the ones who fueled your bravery?” I held my breath as he watched me intensely while awaiting an answer.

“You”, I finally whispered, almost not hearing my own words because of the loud sounds of my racing heart. Finally, I was able to breathe again. He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly. “It’s…it’s all because of you. The injustice Bangtan had created…I wanted to take revenge for my roommate; for all the people you gave a hard time to”, I answered the way Jeong-guk had wanted me to.

V’s questioning facial expression slowly faltered into an amused one again. “Oh…is that right?” He put even more weight on my wrists, his fingers gripping my cold skin. The contact made my skin tingle and even burn after some time. “And you decided to do it all on your own?”, he inquired. I tensed up even more because of that dark gaze of his.

“I had to”, I whispered and gave my best not to look away from his blue eyes.

“Did you now?” He sounded as if he didn’t believe any single word I had just spoken. Was it that obvious that I was lying? I swallowed only to notice the dryness of my mouth yet again.

“Why am I here? Are you going to kill me?”, I changed the subject and my hands began trembling lightly again because of the pure thought, so I formed them into fists.

“That’s not my department”, he said and his eyes found a new interest behind me. Suddenly a hard metal was pushed against my temple, making me lose my capability of breathing for some seconds. I couldn’t even blink and certainly didn’t have it in me to move even the slightest. I hadn’t sensed anyone else’s presence up until that moment other than the one of the red-haired gangster. They had me caught off guard yet again. “But thankfully there are others to do that job for me”, V stated and backed away slowly, letting go of me in the process. I was more than terrified, felt the knots in my throat and stomach tightening while my body trembled.

“It doesn’t have to end like this though”, V began talking yet again since I couldn’t find my voice. My heart raced in my ribcage and deeply rooted fear nagged at my nerves. This situation I had dreamed of before, all the nightmares of being abducted again and tortured or killed were now more than real. “You have the option to tell me who else was involved in that project of yours to try to cause a riot against us. That is if living sounds like a better deal to you.”

It must have bothered Bangtan that there was an opposition out there that could cause greater trouble and weirdly enough that fact allowed me a second of relief and strengthened my beliefs and hopes. However, the gun held up to my temple still terrified me nonetheless.

V watched me for a long time, his tongue wetting his lower lip, running over his silver piercing in the process. I wanted to reply but the shock I was under made it impossible for me. Tears welled up in my eyes since I knew that my silence could lead up to my death and I didn’t want to die. I wanted to live…and at the same time, I knew I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself for ratting out a group that had allowed me to be brave and fight for our human rights.

“Maybe it needs a little push to remember their names…”, he stated and looked at the unknown man threatening me with a gun. The metallic object was more than evident when the thug pressed the muzzle into my skin. My heart jumped and I automatically grabbed onto the armrest where my wrists were bound to.

“I-I’ve already told you…”, I whispered, my voice shaky as I tried to hold back from crying helplessly. “I don’t…have any followers or accomplices. I decided to do all of it on my own.” I tried to stand my ground and mold myself into Jeong-guk’s version of the story.

“Three it is…”, the thug holding the gun said, and in that instant, I knew who he was. D.O, the dangerous male who had threatened me with a gun before. He pushed the muzzle more firmly against my temple and I knew that his finger was about to pull the trigger. I immediately pressed my eyes shut and felt the tears run down my cheeks as I thought of everybody that I had ever loved. As if watching my life roll down in important scenes at an extreme pace in front of my closed eyes, I saw precious memories of my family, all the bittersweet moments with my mother and my father, all the fun bickering with my older brother and my sisters. Next to those laughing faces I also could see Lisa who had always shown that lively twinkle in her brown eyes. And then there was Jeong-guk who rarely smiled.

They all stayed with me in my last seconds on earth—or so I thought.

I didn’t manage to plea, couldn’t do anything else in my panicked mode than cry and sink into pure panic, my whole body paralyzed under the immense pressure.

However, the awaited bullet never hit me. D.O hadn’t pulled the trigger although I could almost feel dying, my heart and my stomach tightening and the shrilling sound in my ears befogging my brain. I had never been this close to dying.

“Release her from the chair and take her to the car…”, V spoke up suddenly and I hesitantly opened my eyes again. The red-haired male stood there, his hand in the air. Had he signed the other man not to shoot me after all? More tears ran down my cheeks as I watched him through my blurry sight. My body was trembling terribly and the knots that had been formed in my stomach and throat didn’t waver though I also felt some kind of wet warmth between my legs. I couldn’t think anymore.

“Fucking hell”, D.O cursed and I remembered when he had talked the same way with his other comrade. “Can‘t you make up your mind just fucking once?“, he criticized the red-haired male. I continued shedding tears since this whole situation was overstraining my nerves.

“Bring her to Junior. I‘m also gonna be there shortly but before that, I need to check up on something”, V simply replied and suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, the grip enough to make me jump in my highly disturbed stance. “Don’t act up, little bird. This man right here won’t hesitate to kill ya if you do. But I guess you already know, don‘t ya? ”, he told me and let go of me. His footsteps resounded in the hall as he walked away from us. A frustrated groan followed and the gun was no longer pushing against my temple but I still felt the metallic muzzle on my skin, its texture burning through my flesh and bones. D.O crouched down and freed my ankles out of the tight ropes while I sniffled and tried to pull myself together but still didn‘t move. Although the weapon wasn’t pointed at my head anymore, the dangerous male could change that very fact at any given moment.

“Stand up”, D.O ordered me after my wrists weren’t bound to the chair anymore. He watched me with those dark eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. I breathed out and only managed to budge my fingers which felt stiff because of the gripping cold. I slowly stretched my legs and hesitantly pushed myself from the chair. It was unbelievably hard to straighten my body at first given that I had been forced to sit in an uncomfortable position all night.

“Did you fucking piss yourself?”, he asked me, his eyes trained on my jeans. I slowly followed the direction of his intense gaze and noticed the dark spots on the material between my legs. I hadn’t remembered wetting myself.

I couldn’t reply, looked up to him again, feeling shame and embarrassment that slightly burned my frozen cheeks. Fear and the shock still lingered in the back of my head. As if being on drugs again, I felt dislocated from reality, not truly realizing what was going on again. I had been too sure about dying and it was almost weird being alive.

“Pathetic.” He shook his head disapprovingly. “You should have stayed in your lane after I gave you the second warning”, he added in a harsh tone, his face showing disgust and further annoyance. D.O took a step closer and suddenly the muzzle of the gun was pushing into my itching right cheek. The same had happened during our first violent encounter. “Now there won’t be any warnings anymore. There won’t be any more lucky streaks. No more helpful hints. You make one bad move and I’m going to put a bullet in that obstinate head of yours.” My wide eyes watched his round dark ones that oozed pure evil. “Understood, little bird?” He almost spat the nickname V had given me. He was making fun of it but at that moment that small detail didn't take up that much space in my head. I was solely concentrating on his death threat, feeling as if I would throw up any minute. If not before, I would have probably wet myself that instant. My knees shook terribly and my livid heart almost jumped out of my chest. Scary. This man was more than scary. He was playing God, making me believe he could do anything at that moment as if living was only dependent on him; as if it had always been dependent on him. As if God was just waiting for me to take that exact path, have those certain thoughts, and do those precise actions.

“Fucking answer when I’m asking you a question!” he demanded angrily, his finger dangerously closing around the trigger of his gun again, pushing the metallic surface of the muzzle even more forcefully into my skin. “Did you fucking understand what I just said to you?”

This time it was the real deal. This time there was no place for childish games, for any excuses or thoughtless tries at runaways.

“Y-yes...”, I whispered, more teardrops falling down my cheek, wetting his gun, maybe even his violent hand in the process. More than God maybe he was the Devil himself, forcing me into a pact.

D.O didn’t reply, pulled his gun away from my face, and began walking, ordering me swiftly to follow him and I did. Every footstep I took felt heavy; every breath I inhaled suffocated me more; every moment I closed my eyes I imagined myself still sitting on that chair, my first and ankles bound and blood draining out of the small hole in my skull. I could have ended just like that. And maybe it should have happened.

Jeong-guk had made it seem easy when explaining the consequences to me and now here I was, exhausted, drained because of the drug after effects my system had been forced to endure and walking the fine line between life and death in my mind.

“Get in the car”, D.O demanded after we had exited the abandoned-looking warehouse. The trees didn’t seem as tall as when I had arrived and the walk also seemed to be shorter. The familiar expensive black car was parked nearby, its dark windows not showcasing the potential figures inside. Who knew how many gangsters were seated in the vehicle; how many were just waiting to grab me and push another load of drugs in my body; how many carried guns with them, ready to shoot me any fucking time? I was scared. I was terrified and petrified and as I pulled the handle of the rear door, I imagined dying again, the worst-case scenario playing vividly before my teary eyes. However, I only came in contact with empty seats and the driver whose silver hair I could only point back to him—Channie.

“Oh. You’re still alive”, he noted the obvious and looked back at me, his light-colored eyes traveling down my body. “You can find some old newspaper and magazines in the pocket behind my seat, position them under you before taking a seat.”

I leaned forward and found the very same posters and flyers that we had scattered and pinned up around town. My eyes searched the light ones of Channie for a moment who smiled eagerly, awaiting an amusing reaction most likely and I had nothing to show that I hadn’t already showcased. I grabbed some of the paper and placed the sheets on the seat before I sat down, the trails of urine sticking to my pants and the skin under the fabric. Then finally I pulled the rear door shut and D.O also got himself seated, checking up on me while I put the seatbelt slowly around me.

“At least now we got a use for those unnecessary papers”, he commented and resulting in Channie‘s grinning face.

They weren’t unnecessary.

“Told you”, the silver-haired male replied proudly. “One can recycle pretty much everything.”

These posters were embodying my hopes and wishes for the future.

D.O stared at the younger male, scoffed, and leaned his head on the headrest, looking straight ahead. “We need to pass on our interrogator’s recycle to his favorite comrade, so let’s get going. Time’s short and I have no nerves left to play further parts in V’s shitty childish games.”

“What’s his plan?” Channie asked his thug comrade and started the motor.

“Who the fuck knows. He’s just doing whatever he wants to do anyway”, D.O grumpily replied. “Asking me to carry out the dirty work but then stopping me shortly before fulfilling the task, changing his mind spontaneously…it’s fucking irritating.” The car was moving now, leaving the abandoned building behind us and following a one-way road through a smaller forest.

I still saw the red-haired male before my eyes, his blue ones boring challengingly into mine. My body automatically stiffened at the images that were playing in my head. He could have been responsible for my death. He and the scary thug sitting in the passenger seat.

“It was up to the girl’s behavior though, wasn‘t it?“

“The brat was lying”, D.O stated and glanced into the driving mirror, his dark round eyes igniting with my green ones. They had talked as if I wasn’t there, ignoring my presence up until that moment. It hadn’t been the first time that thugs acted this way while involving me in a mess. My body still trembled but I felt my stiffened muscles slightly relaxing into the warmth in the car, a burning sensation crawling under my cold skin in the process. My eyes didn’t leave his, trying to withstand the urge to look away. I couldn’t let go of Jeong-guk’s words even if he had pictured this whole situation in a different light. Or maybe I had been the one wanting to be let off the hook that easily.

“She isn’t exactly disagreeing…”, Channie remarked and I reverted my gaze and was already seeing the exit out of the woods to a country road.

I didn’t have it in me to reply. My head felt full and empty as if the overwhelming effects of the drugs kicking in again.

“V’s irritatingly merciful towards feminine troublemakers.” D.O fumbled with his black suit and I noticed a cigarette pack in his hand. “Can’t you drive faster? I fucking need a break already.”

And so Channie did, the highway later becoming a racing game for him just so that his comrade would be able to smoke soon. At some point, I wished for the expensive car to clash with another one so the impact would free me out of my dislocated reality.

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“Get out of the car”, D.O ordered before he stood up from his seat and closed the car door shut. I winced at the harsh sound, my temples aching as result. I watched the dangerous thug pull a cigarette out of the pack he had most likely held onto the whole car ride. He leaned against the vehicle, lit the butt, and inhaled the toxic substance of tobacco. I lingered in my seated position for some more seconds before I managed to move again and grabbed onto the door handle. My mouth still felt dry and dizziness took over me anew.

Suddenly Channie spoke up, his voice silencing the overwhelming thoughts in my head for a moment. “Take the papers you sat on with you.”

My gaze lingered out of the window and I watched out for any nearing vehicle before I wordlessly opened the door and stepped outside, only turning around to take the damp flyers from the seat. The stank of my urine almost went unnoticed on the trip given that my head had been full of other worries. There were no other complaints, so I pushed the car door shut and took a deep breath of fresh but car-polluted air. D.O was still standing on the other side of the car, smoking. He didn’t check up on me as I cautiously circled the car and also arrived at the sidewalk. He probably knew I wouldn’t make a run for it after all those traumatic incidents I was not able to process yet. Would I ever though?

I was standing only a few steps away from D.O, the smell of the smoke making it harder to breathe and the cold breeze only deepening the burning ache under my skin. My eyes were trained on the big building before us, its name making my heart clench. “EXODUS”—a once independent and critical news media company—was largely designed in blocky writing right above the entrance. I had loved reading their reports and insights about the world's happenings, especially the occurrences in Korea. However, after Bangtan had gained more power they silenced the best writers and their standpoint changed gradually to neutrality. The mere existence of this building showed that freedom of speech had been long forbidden in this country.

The dangerous thug next to me groaned and I automatically looked at him. His dark eyes were set on his expensive wristwatch while his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. He turned, opened the door, and spoke in a demanding tone again. “Call Junior and tell him to move his ass down here before noon or we’re going to drive off and leave this brat doing whatever. I don’t fucking care.” He didn’t even wait for an answer before he pushed the door shut, it made a louder thud than it should have. Then he pulled out another cigarette, put it between his lips, and tried to lit it with his lighter, groaning again when the first four little sparks didn’t do much. Finally, his fifth try made it possible for him to inhale the toxic fumes and I noticed his tense body relax into the smoke. His eyes found mine after a while of my staring and I withheld his dark gaze. I wasn’t more pathetic than him.

He guided the cigarette between his middle- and forefinger and removed it from his mouth before exhaling the smoke in my way. I slightly scrunched my nose, the stank of tobacco still irritating me to the core.

He was definitely more pathetic.

“I…I’m going to throw away these posters”, I said, my quiet voice trembling ever so slightly. The deep-seated shock wouldn’t leave that easily. I averted my gaze and set my sight on the public bin nearby.

One bad move and I would die. He would probably not hesitate to use his gun even if that meant causing a scene in public. Surprisingly enough I didn’t want to die even if I still couldn’t comprehend the situation I was in.

D.O didn’t reply and I took his hardened silence as an okay. I began walking, my knees feeling weak as I neared the trashcan. Turning my back on God and Devil, I must have been insane but I needed to move, I needed to feel more than that burning sensation in my flesh. I needed to hear more than the overwhelmingly loud silence in my head at times. I needed to see more than those pictures that caused my closed-mouth anxiety attacks. I needed to take control over my life, if only by throwing away something that my heart held onto dearly.

I stood in front of the bin longer than anticipated even after my hands were empty again.

We made a choice every single day. And at that moment I had officially decided to let go of the group even if Jeong-guk had made that decision for me weeks ago. Deep down I had still held onto them but now that needed to be over. I had done what I had wanted. I had fought all the way, not fully understanding that there would be consequences. And now I couldn’t do much anymore but there was still hope that all our brave acts wouldn’t go to waste.

The God-Devil was the one staring now while putting his cigarette between his lips and inhaling smoke again. He was watching my every step as I directed myself towards the car again. At one point his attention was caught by something or rather someone else. “Took you long enough, Junior”, he said and let go of his cigarette, so he could put it out on the ground. I turned and caught sight of the observing thug who I had met the first time I had been kidnapped. The black-haired Korean man wore a clean dark suit, his hair still in a bowl-cut, his straight bangs covering his forehead

“Your impolite message didn’t give much motivation though Red Riding Hood gave his best to word it differently, Wolf”, he answered.

D.O scoffed. “I have lost memory of that nickname long ago.”

“Funny. You don’t seem to struggle with remembering my former one.”

“V makes it fucking hard to forget”, the dangerous thug replied, his emotionless face not even showing a hint of amusement as he kind of joked around with his comrade. At least the observing thug seemed at ease, a slight smile decorating his face.

“I’m going to take Ms.Abbe in my care from here. Thank you for your patience and hard work—both won’t go unnoticed.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just give me the next task already”, D.O retorted and held his hand out. Junior walked closer, drew his hand close to the front of his dress jacket, and pulled a letter out of his inner pocket. It wasn’t closed, so the dangerous male looked inside after receiving it for a moment. I couldn’t see much but it was probably better that way. Then without any further notice, he pulled at the door handle again and got himself seated in the black vehicle. The darkened window hid his sight but I assumed he didn’t look behind. Neither God nor the Devil seemed to be the kind to look back.

So there I stood, another unpredictable thug endangering my life. And yet again I didn‘t know what was awaiting me.

“Ms.Abbe“, the observing male acknowledged me, his stance calm and formal. His dark eyes watched me knowingly.

“Why am I…here?”, I asked him quietly, not daring to move the slightest under his attentive gaze.

“Your rebellious involvement has caused some minor disturbance among the citizens as I’ve heard. Our investigator has decided to give you a chance to make up for your mistakes.”

“Mistakes…”, I repeated almost silently, not approving that statement in the slightest. The deep chocolate color of Junior’s dark orbs almost suffocated me at that moment.

“Would you describe your actions differently, Ms.Abbe?”

I felt like he was seeing right through me. Even more than V. “N-no”, I answered. “I did make…mistakes.” Firstly, I had been caught badmouthing Bangtan plenty of times. Secondly, I had been seen when spreading the flyers. And thirdly, I let the fake policemen in my apartment. Therefore practically I wasn’t lying.

“Then there should be no issues”, Junior replied, his attentive gaze running along his surrounding. Then he looked at me again abruptly. “Follow me, Ms.Abbe.” he began walking toward the front door of the building and I hesitantly strolled after him, leaving enough distance to feel as if I could still run for it; to feel some type of control.  

There was security standing behind the glass door, eyeing me emotionlessly as Junior briefly explained that I was with him. It seemed to be a statement enough for them to mind their own business, not even holding their attention to my obvious humiliating accident showcased on my jeans.

The receptionist was ignored by the thug as he led me to the elevator. “Have you ever been in touch with media work?” the observing male asked me as we stood in the rather small area, the door closing in on us as we went up a couple of floors.

“What?”, I replied, not quite sure what he meant by that broad term.

“Have you ever been on the TV or a different media platform? Asked to do some kind of interview on the street for instance.”

“I…have only consumed passively so far”, I explained. Especially reading EXODUS in the past, awaiting all those blunt and honest articles on Korea’s politics when Bangtan hadn’t obtained that much power yet. “Why?” I didn’t look at him but I sensed his eyes on me. I watched as the metal doors automatically opened when arriving on the sixth floor.

“Just listen to the instructions that are going to be given to you and you won’t have to worry much”, he replied and stepped out of the elevator, stopping shortly to look back at me as I had tensed up with unsureness and stood still. “Your interrogator needs to make his arrival first before we can discuss further details. Until then I’ll show you to the office’s kitchen.”

My feet felt heavy as I decided to keep following him down the corridor until he made a turn to the left and opened the door which shut out the sight of a kitchen space until then. Upon sensing the tense gaze of the observant thug, all of the resting five workers inside the room started cleaning up and left the room wordlessly with bubble tea and simple coffee in their hands. I watched them averting their eyes and keeping their mouths shut though I imagined they had been talking comfortably a minute ago.

“Would you like some coffee?” Junior asked me, directing himself towards the coffee machine, already grabbing a mug out of the cabinets above the sink.

“I…don’t drink coffee.”

He put the mug back in its original place, even turning it slightly. Had it been sitting there at that exact angle before he had taken it? I wasn’t too sure about it.

“Hopefully you don’t mind water then”, he replied after his hand moved one shelf higher, putting his fingers softly around the base of a simple tall glass. I didn’t answer and he filled up the drinking glass with tap water at the sink. There was a question lingering on my tongue though; are there any lemons left?

“You can take a seat”, he said, his eyes traveling to the dark spots showcased on my jeans as he set down the glass on the table. I wasn’t standing because of shame.

“I think I sat enough”, I answered more sharply than intended at first. Dark orbs ignited with my green ones at my comment. He probably knew that my fate should have been sealed on that chair, with ankles and wrists bound and the gun at my temple. The scenario still gave me goosebumps and dread filled my chest anew. I tried to swallow to ease the hard lump in my throat but my mouth was too dry for that.

The silent moment between Junior and me was suddenly disturbed as there was a knock on the door. Normally nobody would act this alert before entering a common break room.

The thug went by me to open the door and I backed away to the side of the counter to continue ensuring enough distance between us. A young woman was standing before him though I couldn’t see much other than her dark hair, her draped brown shaded jacket, and her black straight pants.

“How can I be of help, Mrs.Park Soo-young?”

“I’m very sorry to bother you, Mr.Park. It’s about your request…do you have time to take a look at the drafts perhaps?”

Mr.Park took some seconds to answer, still facing the woman. Then his head turned and his eyes were set on me again. “I’m going to be back shortly, Ms.Abbe. Enjoy your drink until then.” With that, he exited the room and shut the door after him. There I stood again, waiting some seconds before I grabbed the glass and slowly drank the water although I would have rather chucked it. After emptying it, I refilled the glass on my own and continued sipping patiently until I felt a little more recovered although my stomach began hurting from the high amount of fresh liquid.

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There were thoughts of leaving the building but I couldn‘t move. There was an intense urge to go see my family and to cry until all the heavy feelings would dissolve, no longer affecting me. Would I ever stop feeling this way after giving in to Bangtan though; after being involved this heavily with them?

Mr.Park had stayed away for quite some time and I lingered in the break room, pacing around sometimes as I tried to calm down again when the insecurities and fear began growing in my chest again. I never once thought about sitting down again, my hands and ankles bound and the cold end of the gun pressing against my temple.

Suddenly the door was opened and I immediately felt my stomach drop while my heart began beating nervously. There had been no warning, no knocking this time. My eyes found the blue ones of V as he entered the room.

“There you are, little bird”, he said with his deep voice, still holding eye contact. I thought of his hands on my shoulders, weighing me down further. “I worried you had flown out the window.” He directed himself towards the table and put down a paper bag. I watched his silver watch peaking from under his brown-grey suit jacket. Just the same silver color as his lip piercing.

“That jump would have killed me from this height”, I replied quietly and a smirk appeared on his face as he gazed at me. He had thought I would have acted up in front of the God-Devil.

“For some, it’s a relief”, he said. “I’m glad you’re not playing the same boring game.” That was one very particular way to look at suicide.

“Why am I here?”, I finally asked him.

“I’m not the one to spoil surprises”, he answered and his hands found their way into the pockets of his suit pants. He waited and watched me with an expectant look in his eyes. He liked to speak cryptically when he wasn’t busy making points.

“Who is going to then?”

And there his grin was the lights from above reflecting in his lip piercing. “Don’t be impatient, little bird. Everything is going to happen in time”, he answered. “The next step you’re going to take the bag and get changed in the restroom down the hall. I want you to make a good impression.”

Why? For whom? More questions arose and the anxiety grew in the pit of my stomach.

“Now don’t be shy. Come here.” I obeyed his obvious command and took a look inside the bag that he slid over to me on the table. “There’s also makeup in it. Use it.” Just then I noticed packages of lipstick and foundation under the folded clothing next to a hairbrush and even a toothbrush and toothpaste.

“I’m not that familiar with makeup”, I admitted.

I felt his burning gaze and when I glanced up at him I saw the very same amused smirk he wore when he had watched me on that potential death chair.

“No issue that can‘t be solved“, he reassured me, his hand drawing closer to my face. I automatically flinched at his movement and backed away, but he grabbed me by my nape, pulling me closer, his eyes roaming my face. I tried to escape him, but when he painfully pinched the skin at the back of my neck I halted. He was too comfortable with touching me. As if this body didn‘t belong to me, as if my boundaries didn‘t exist. He was slowly accustoming me to that fact. I hadn’t sold my soul to the mafia but they tried to take control of me anyway. Every look was a warning, every word was an order, every touch meant to oppress. “I can assist you in the restroom.”

I swallowed. “No, thank you. I’m going to try on my own”, I whispered and his other hand moved closer, tugging a loose hair strand behind my ear.

“Very well, little bird.” He let go of me and took a step back, smiling approvingly at me. “Go change now.”

I quickly grabbed the handle of the bag and left the room behind, hurrying down the hallway towards the women's restroom. Yet again I was forced to change. Yet again I stood in a restroom and felt humiliated and powerless. At least it seemed I was alone in this room. I put the paper bag next to the sink and vanished behind closed doors to use the toilet. After I was done, I washed my hands with liquid soap under cold water and began undressing, throwing my winter jacket, pullover and shirt to the ground, kicking my shoes aside, and almost tearing down my pants.

At that moment I didn’t care about anyone entering the room.

There was still wetness of the urine clinging onto the material as well as to my panties. I let out an irritated huff and took the folded clothing out of the bag, my gaze falling upon the undergarments that were hidden under the dress. It was lingerie—another act of humiliation. I left them in there, pulled some paper towels out of the dispenser, and wetted one half of the stack with water to clean my upper thighs. Tears of despair prickled in my eyes and I let them fall, tracing down my cheeks as I wiped away the traumatic incidences that were clinging to every nerve in my body. When I was done I disposed of the jeans in the bin and my wet underwear followed shortly after. I used the paper towels to cover up the shameful pile of fear and slipped into the white dress. It was tight around my torso but thankfully pretty flowy beginning at my waist. I couldn’t zip the back, so I decided to put on my shirt and the pullover, not even wanting to let go of my winter jacket although I didn’t feel that cold anymore. In a way, I clung to my identity while also letting some parts of myself crumble. Right now I needed to be someone that would get me through all of this.

I brushed my teeth and my wavy hair and put on some makeup to the best ability I could. Deodorant was also very much needed as well as that expensive perfume that I would have never picked out for myself. It smelled strong, almost instantly giving me a headache. Or maybe it was another illness that would slowly trap me. After I was done, I pushed the door open and V was in my sight again, leaning against the wall between two doors. When he looked at me, I automatically held my breath. He eyed my outfit, an amused grin decorating his face. “An interesting fashion statement.”

I let the door fall behind me and went up to him, shoving the bag to his chest level. He took it lazily, peeking inside and burrowing his hand shamelessly, lifting the two-piece lingerie up. “They didn’t fit? A shame.” His gaze still lingered on the content

“I’m not the one to be shamed”, I replied dryly, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. His blue eyes found mine again.

“You didn’t even try it on”, he stated the obvious, his fingers gliding to the material that protected neither region. He was indeed shameless. “Not scared of catching a cold, are you?“

“You certainly weren’t scared for me”, I bit back.

He grinned at my reply. “Your makeup looks decent enough at least. For a first-timer that is.”

Asshole.

His grin only grew at my silence, the hatred showcased through my facial expressions must have been enough as an answer.

“What now?” I asked him. There must have been a reason for me to change and freshen up.

“Little bird…” he began, his face getting more serious again. “I have already told you about impatience.” With that I stood there, watching him silently, not even slightly changing my stance. He was toying with me. That amused glint had normally vanished when he had meant business before.

“Is it fun?” I finally asked him. Was I only alive for his amusement? Just because he felt like it?

"It is quite amusing“, he admitted bluntly. "You don‘t like letting go of control, do you now?“

His assumption fueled my anger. Was there anyone who liked being kidnapped, trapped on a fucking plastic chair, and almost killed? And if that wasn‘t enough the very same assaulters dictated my every move and even tried to decide on my undergarments.

V watched me, his expression turning serious again and his tongue brushed over the silver piercing on his lower lip again. He held his head higher, looking down at me with his entire self.

"Don’t worry. We’re going to find a way for you to let go of.“ It sounded like a promise.

"We can begin now“, the voice of the observing thug resounded behind me.

I automatically looked at Mr.Park and took a step aside. I didn’t want to stand between these two men.

"How exciting“, V answered and pushed himself away from the wall. He walked up to Junior and handed him the bag. The observing male didn‘t take it. His hands stayed on his sides.

V grinned at that and withdrew the paper bag. "It was worth a try.“

Junior didn‘t seem to want to waste energy responding. His dark eyes caught mine and he motioned with his hand to follow him. And so I did. I didn‘t know what would begin. I wasn‘t even sure about not seeing a chair with ropes again.

"The silent treatment…“, V said. "You can‘t ignore me for all too long, Junior.“

Nonetheless Junior—who probably hated called being Junior—ignored him and lead me into a different room, opening the door for me. I cautiously halted for a moment and hesitantly stepped into a new unfamiliar office area. There were a handful of people gathered around the center of the room. A camera and several reflector lamps had been set up, as well as two armchairs, far more comfortable looking than the plastic one I had been forced to sit on for Gods know how long. On the far right side of the room, there was a broad whiteboard. A desk had been placed next to it, a computer and projector finding their places on its white surface. Another video projector was hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the rather clean texture of the desk. A pencil had been forgotten under the watching eyes of the projector, a successful sign that the electronic devices were connecting to each other.

"Take a seat on the chair on the left side“, the observing male ordered and I obeyed. Even if I could almost sense the smirk that would result on the red-haired man’s face. Only one woman spared me a look, her dark eyes showing slight empathy. I noticed her draped brown-shaded jacket and her black straight pants. She quickly averted her eyes though and gave Mr.Park all her attention. The dark-haired woman showed him some papers and pointed with her forefinger toward the things she probably discussed with him. May it be pictures or written words—I hadn‘t known yet. But her voice did sound familiar next to her outfit that I had also seen. She had most likely been the woman standing before the kitchen door blocked by Junior.

Behind me, there was a man who adjusted the height of the reflector lamp. The camera lens caught my attention again and I felt my heart drop at one specific theory in my head. Would they put me on TV? The observing thug had even asked me in the elevator if I had ever given an interview. I imagined myself as the scapegoat who had tried everything in her might to change people‘s perception of Korea‘s politics and future. They would mold me into the bad guy. There was always a way to distort reality.

"Getting used to the camera, little bird?“ V asked me. He didn‘t have the paper bag with him anymore. Hopefully, he had thrown away every single item that had been used to control me.

"What‘s all this?“ I ignored his question from before.

"Patience“, he repeated the same low answer, speaking loud and clear, cutting through the hushed conversations. "We‘ve already talked about impatience, haven‘t we, little bird?“

I didn‘t answer.

"We have, haven‘t we?“, he repeated, taking slow steps towards me. His blue-colored eyes burned into my soul as he looked down on me again. I took a glance behind me, noticing that the man working on the reflector lamp wasn‘t there anymore. I had worried about seeing the God-Devil and feeling the cold silver gun at my temple anew. “Little bird.” The res-haired man had my attention again. He had gotten even closer and I leaned further into the backrest.

“We have talked about it”, I agreed and felt cold sweat clinging to my hands.

“And?” He meant business this time, I heard it in his threatening tone.

I swallowed as I felt my throat tightening slightly out of fear.

“I’m going to be patient”, I gave in. Humiliation wasn’t foreign to me anymore but I still felt my face heating up because of all that ill-attention. Half the people in the room looked sympathetically at me but they did nothing to save me. I clenched my teeth to hold back from talking all over the man who knew exactly what he was doing.

“Good”, V commented but his eyes stayed on me. Slowly his smile came back and he tilted his head to the side. “You’re going to look pretty on the big screens.” He slid his hands into the pockets of his suit pants—at least he didn’t touch me. I could sense his contentment.

I on the other hand got goosebumps at his statement and felt my heart drop. All the images that I had feared were gradually coming true and I didn’t know how to stop it without paying with my life for it.

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Tear You Apart | Ch.3

Pairing:  GOT7 x OC

Genre: Demon/Mafia AU, Romance, Smut

Rating: M

Summary: Jaebeom and Yugyeom are "running an errand" when the most delectable scent that he ever smelled hit Yugyeom like a ton of bricks. Yugyeom stops JayB and soon he smells it. They look across the street and see the her. They stalk her for awhile and finally get the chance to manufacture a meet with her.

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Despite their busy and immortal lives, the boys try to have dinner together as often as possible. Gathering around the large oak table in their dining room, they share laughs and stories of the day. Relaxing and unwinding as a family.

"So, maknaes," Jaebeom starts. "I hear you had to provide some backup on Canal. How did that go?"

"We went to see Selah. I'm so sorry," Youngjae immediately folds and bows his head, hoping to be spared.

Bam sucks his teeth. "Youngjae, what the fuck man?"

"You did what?" Jaebeom asks calmly. Too calm.

The sound of silverware hitting plates echoed in the now quiet room.

"Aw shit, boys, why did you do that?" Mark asks.

"We only wanted to see her." Yugyeom adds with a pout. "We didn't even talk to her." He says leaning towards Youngjae.

Jinyoung must've caught that because he immediately followed up. "Bam. What about you?"

"Whatever. I talked to her. And I got her number."

All the older brothers sigh. Jaebeom continues to look. His chin starts to protrude.

"Son, why did you do that when we have her number?" Mark asked.

"I'm sorry, were we going to start texting her and tell her we looked up everything about her beforehand?" He laid it out. "I'm playing the boyfriend game." He leans back, looking proud of himself.

Jaebeom was pissed, but he was trying not to show it. He had a plan, and this... He stands, pushing his chair back to leave. "I'm going out."

"Either you've messed up so badly that he needs to go prepare to send you back or..." Jackson pauses. "Actually, I don't know what else he could be doing. Nice knowing you, Bam. I'll see you in 50 years."

Jinyoung chimes in with a disapproving tone, "You do know Jackson went to meet her as well? What will she think? We're meant to be playing this smart, and you've gone and added another complication to the situation. Yeah, Jaebeom should send you back."

"I fucked up, huh?" Bam says, hanging his head.

Mark, though known for his temper, is actually quite gentle with his brothers. Particularly the younger ones, and tries to comfort them. "Did you fuck up? Yes. But it will be okay. JB won't send you back."

"He might strangle you, though." Jackson says he is taking a bite of his food.

Mark gives him a 'stop that' look.

"What? Bammie, I invited Selah to the club. How do we explain to her that out of pure coincidence, she met both of us on the same day and that we know each other? You might have to miss the opening."

Bam lets out a puff of air ready to protest.

"That's actually not a bad idea." Jinyoung says. "You three will not be at the opening."

The younger ones begin to protest. Jinyoung holds his hand up and says, "Save it. This is perfect. Perhaps Jaebeom won't murder you if we can salvage this."

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The weekend arrives, and everybody is a bundle of nerves. After adjusting plans, the boys feel like they're actually in a better place. Feeling that perhaps it would be easier to introduce her to four of them versus all seven.

The maknaes are on warehouse duty for the night, and they couldn't have been more sour about it.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into going with you. Now look at me." Youngjae pouts, looking into the distance.

Bam rolls his eyes and says, "Well, you hardly put up a fight at a gentle suggestion."

Yugyeom chuckles a bit. "You did come along pretty easily. We should just be happy we didn't get banished."

"Valid point. But I want to meet her now." Youngjae says.

Yugy juts his lip out, "Me too."

"Yeah she's great. Glad I talked to her when I did." Bam says proudly.

The other two side eye him.

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Selah arrives at the club accompanied by her friend Brianca. She's feeling good about how she looks. The little black dress she has on is her favorite among the many in her closet. The tiny straps sit upon her glittering shoulders. The bodice fits tight on her chest with a side split that causes the material to lay nicely over her ass. Matched with a flattering pair of heels that elongate her legs and strap around her ankles is giving her a confidence boost. Not to mention, she smelled amazing.

She's hoping to see Jackson. Bam hasn't texted her. Which made her a bit sad, as she was hoping he would. But she figured she would at least have a good time, get her mind off the week, and look good if for nobody but herself

"Girl, this club is nice!" Brianca says to Selah. "And you said he's the owner?"

"That's what he said. So I'm not sure I'll easily bump into him." Selah responds by surveying the area.

"Let's get a drink!" Brianca suggests.

At the bar, Brianca has already been approached by a couple of guys and is chatting one up. She has a very inviting aura, so it's no surprise she's already deep in conversations.

At one point she leans over to Selah, "omg girl. This is that guy I told you about. That I went out with a couple of weeks ago." "The one with the.." Selah wiggles her brows. 

"Yes him." Brianca exclaims trying not to let him hear.

Selah chuckles, "well it looks like you're in for a wild night."

"Here's hoping." Brianca cheers with her friend and turns back to her presumed date for the evening.

As Selah is enjoying her cocktail, she feels a gentle touch on her shoulder that sends shivers throughout her body. Looking to her left, she sees Jackson. Managing her reaction, she doesn't smile too hard. "Jackson, hi."

"Selah, you made it." He's grinning from ear to ear. He takes a second to look her up and down. Without realizing it, he's licking his lips. "You look amazing."

This causes her to blush hard and look away briefly. "Thank you. You look great yourself, and your club is amazing."

"Thank you. I spotted you and wanted to be sure I had a chance to speak while things were going smoothly."

He needed to get her away from her friend and up to the private room. He can tell she cares about her and won't want to leave her alone or unsafe. But it appears luck was on his side.

"Brianca." Selah is turning to get her friend's attention to introduce her to Jackson. "This is Ja-."

But she's being lead to the dance floor by the guy she was chatting with. She looks back and smiles big at her friend. Quickly surveying the guy next to Selah she gives her a 'go get em' look.

"Well I was going to introduce you but nevermind I guess." She laughs.

Jackson sighs internally with relief, "No worries, we can meet later. She looks like a good time."

"Oh she's a blast in a glass. She'll be entertained for hours."

"In that case, would you like me to show you around?" Jackson asks as he holds his hand out for her.

"Sure. I'd like that, we sort of b-lined to the music, so I haven't seen the rest."

He leads her through the crowd and back toward the foyer. The place is actually quite large with a few different areas. One being the bigger bar and dance floor area they just left. Jackson shows her around the bottom floor. Even showing her a few behind the scene places before leading her into a lounge area. It's decorated in gold, with soft lighting and slow music, this makes for a nice area to chat.

"One of my brothers designed this room. He thought it would be a good idea to add an area that was much less chaotic than the traditional club atmosphere." Jackson explained.

"Oh you have a brother?" Selah asks.

"Yes, six actually." He leads her to the bar to order himself a drink. "Would you like anything?"

"Whatever you're having. Unless it's vodka." She makes a disgusting face.

Jackson chuckles and signals to the bartender, "please send over two glasses of Hennessy and ice. Thanks T."

"You got it boss." The bartender responds.

Jackson turns his attention to Selah, "Come, let's have a seat."

Settling in, Jackson takes this time to get a really good look at her. She's perfect. They begin a back and forth conversation that flows with ease. He asks her questions about herself that he already knows the answers to, but he loves hearing her talk, so this isn't a problem.

She asks about his business endeavors and he explains to her how he owns this a few other nightclubs. He mentions the corporation that his family runs, not the illegal things, obviously.

"So you have 6 brothers. That had to be hectic growing up." Selah comments.

"You could say that again. We're not exactly blood brothers, more very close friends, but we're brothers in just about every other way. We sort of came together at different times but we've been together ever since." She's listening intently. Jackson hasn't even used his gifts to any degree and she's already hooked on his every word. "Three of them are here now. I was hoping to introduce you actually. They've been dying to meet you."

"Oh, you've told them about me?" She's shocked, they only met briefly. "And you want me to meet them?"

He smiles and grabs her hand, gently caressing it. "Of course, we tell each other everything. So when I met a gorgeous woman, I told them immediately."

She was a bit hesitant but the moment Jackson touches her, she gets those same shivers. Being near Jackson, she finds herself alot more willing to go along with just about anything he says. Especially when he touches her.

She blushes, "Okay, sure."

He beams at her, "You're going to love them."

"I should text my friend and let her know."

This irritates Jackson. But he hides his displeasure. "Sure, no problem. "

He needs her alone and he didn't want to manipulate her to do it but this is becoming tedious. How do normal people live like this.

"Oh, she actually messaged to say she left with that guy. I must've missed it. I guess i'm all yours." Selah explains.

"Perfect." Jackson stands and extends his hand to help her up.

_____________________________________________________________

Leading her out of the lounge and through the club to the stairs, Selah feels lightheaded. She feels as if she's walking to another world. The decor is also darker upstairs. The walls are a blood red velvet with black damask patterning. The lighting is low and the music from downstairs is faded and becomes more faint the deeper they walk.

"Continuing the tour," Jackson starts. "This top floor has a few private rooms that special guests can use, as well as the offices."

He stops at a door at the end of the hall and on the other side, Selah knows deep down, everything will change once she steps in. Jackson opens the door and gestures for her to enter.

The room is spacious, continuing the same dark motif, but the colors are a darker green and black with gold accents. There's a full-sized bar and and lounge area with a large window across the way for a view of the entire dance floor from above. 

And scattered about the room are three of the finest men Selah has ever seen, apart from Jackson. It nearly takes her breath away. They are dressed in finely tailored suits, like Jackson, and they have this something about them she can't quite put her finger on. Maybe this was a mistake. She thinks.

Jackson places his hand on the small of her back and moves her further into the room, "Selah, these are three of my brothers." He points to one at the bar with a short haircut and a dazzling smile that warms her heart. "This is Mark, the oldest."

"Hello gorgeous, lovely to meet you." He finishes making his drink and comes to settle in a chair next to the couch.

"And this absolute cutie..." pointing to other one with a short haircut. His lips grab her attention and she can't help but stare at them. He chuckles slightly and bites his bottom lip. She had to stop her knees from giving out. Did he do that on purpose. "...is Jinyoung."

He rolls his eyes, "Could you not introduce me that way." He gives her a smile staring directly in her eyes making her melt.

"Why? Is he not adorable Selah?" Jackson turns to ask her. She blushes from being put on the spot. Jackson laughs. "And lastly but certainly not least, this is Jaebeom. He is our leader."

Calling this man gorgeous would be an understatement. With longer hair styled perfectly sitting across his neck. Selah couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to run her fingers through it. She's cursing herself for how hard she is crushing on her crush's brothers.

He nods her direction. "Nice to meet you Selah, you can call me Jay B."

Her head swims. "Nice to meet you all"

"Come let's sit." Jackson moves them to a loveseat next to Jaebeom and across from Mark. Jinyoung has his eyes trained on her.

All four of them are drawing her in, with their confidence and captivating aura. But just beyond that is something tugging at her, whispering danger. She's watching herself wade further into the waters. What is happening...

Tags: @openup-yourmind

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[witchboyjimin]

20 questions for fic writers

stole this from my best friend. if you'd also like to do it, please go for it and tag me in it huhu

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

60! which is. a lot of works but i've been posting since 2015

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

623,307. i hope to hit 1 million words by the end of 2025 >:)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

everything is kookmin these days but once upon a time i wrote other bts pairings and before that i wrote for ikon and got7 (and before that aka before ao3: exo, bap, block b, beast, harry potter, naruto, kingdom hearts....god idk there are a lot of fandoms lol)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

i like how desperate you seem (in the way you look at me) if i get in, i just might drown i glow pink in the night shine a light through the dark the moon keeps calling out to me, but i only ever hear your name

5. Do you respond to comments?

no, but i did promise myself to respond to comments again in 2024. starting with the ones left on my latest fic.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

uuhhh...probably i might not make it. simply because it's an mcd fic and spoilers! jk is dead throughout the fic and the fics ends like that...

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

lol i think pretty much all of my fics end with a happy ending aka the pairing ends up together, happily in love. 

8. Do you get hate on fics?

100%. lot of fandom drama involved with writing exclusively btm!jm. i've gotten anon msgs telling me to "kms", people hoping i get raped, murdered, my body never found etc etc. you name it, i've seen it. all because they hate that i write btm!jm.

i do think fandom has gotten less insane over this very recently but i am also just way less available and have a much smaller social media presence so lack of access to me has probably reduced the hate, too. plus i'm not actively part of fandom these days so people care about me less, which is great!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

it's my favourite thing to write! i do need to get back into it though...also was not aware there are types of smut? i guess the rly nasty kind rjfkndk i like pretty much most kinks/fetishes and think it's fun to explore them.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i have written three crossover fics! >:) two were bobby (ikon)/jimin and one was jaebum (got7)/jimin.

craziest one was probably oh boy, don't be shy since it's basically bobby finds jimin's dildo and then dp's jimin :D

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

multiple times.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, i used to allow translations but it got to a point where people would ask to translate and then never come back to link their translations. plus, i've had people link me to fics that were translated without my permission. 

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes! two of them :)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin kookmin

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

god, i have so many wips i want to write that it's always like...whatever sticks. my current wip tracker has 30 fic ideas on it. i rly want to write this mafia au but i have 2 supernatural aus i also want to write very badly...

there is also a collab fic i rly want to write with my friend bee, which i hope to finish, but idk if we will. i just rly love writing hurt/comfort jgfkd

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'm very good at writing emotion. it's important to me that the reader feels and understands what my characters are feeling and feels that connection to the fic. i'm also good at writing porn for this reason. i'm also very good at worldbuilding and i will put in the research and care to ensure my worldbuilding makes sense and is as accurate as possible and failing that, as believable as possible. moreover, i am just a dedicated researcher. because i write for a korean boyband, it's important to me that i do the research into korean history, customs, current social etiquette etc. it's actually a huge pet peeve of mine to see people just make stuff up or have the fic be entirely westernised/americanised but the boys are all in korea.

i think i'm also good at consistent characterization and at pacing/flow in my work. these are both rly important to me and i've worked on them a lot over the years. i think this also lends to me being pretty good at plotting a fic out so that it's not long and drawn out or that i'm not taking the time to explore certain aspects i've introduced. balance is important!

i think i'm also pretty versatile. i can write different genres pretty easily (eg. i love writing action sequences and am good at making sure the pacing is rly fast and then slowing down when something romantic or suspenseful happens) and am good at like setting a certain vibe/tone for a fic.

finally, i am dedicated to improving. i don't think fanfic writers necessarily owe this to readers (fic writing being a hobby) but writing is really important to me and so it's important to me that i improve and challenge myself.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i need to read more! i need to expand my vocabulary and learn how to better write metaphors. my imagery could use work, my dialogue definitely needs work. i want to write my characters with a more unique voice versus everyone kind of sounding the same. i want to make sure each character has their own "quirks" the way real people do.

i need to learn to write better description, too, as i think setting can do a lot for setting the mood/tone for a fic. a lot of my short-comings just come down to me reading too little so i need to read more and i need to dissect my favourite fics and books and pinpoint what i found compelling about them.

i also need to challenge myself to write more plot-heavy fics and to be unafraid to write characters who are unlikable or appear irredeemable. i want to write fic that has one main plot but a million little subplots and i want all of these things to come together coherently. i want my work to explore themes that are important to me!

i don't care so much about grammar but probably, i need to get better at that too haha

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

since i write fic for bangtan who are korean, i don't think it's ever necessary to write dialogue in another language. it comes across as cringey (derogatory) and borders on racist imo

19. First fandom you wrote for?

uh, beyblade? lolololol

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

i think it's my favourite rn because i just finished writing it lol but sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it were mine)

i am also very fond of i thought he remembered me; he took me back so tenderly because i love writing space aus! sci-fi is one of my fav genres!

#writing memes #this is just for me lol

[justoneday-namjoonii]

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.”

#bts angst #bts mafia series #bts mafia fic #bts smut #bts fluff #ibdi #it burns doesn’t it #jungkook angst #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #Jungkook smut #yoongi angst #yoongi x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #got7 fanfic #lisa blackpink #bts imagines

[jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae]

Requests back open!!

Hey guys! I’m officially back on my full writing binge so please feel free to send me any Reaction or Drabble or One Shot requests you have! I write for a lot of different groups! I’m officially not going to write for Big Bang anymore though, just because it’s too much drama at this point. I still love them and I still listen to their music, but it’s difficult. I might add TXT and NCT 127 later, but I don’t know them well enough yet.

BTS

Got7

Monsta X

Nu’est (Yes I’m keeping my boys, even though they disbanded)

Stray Kids

Ateez

AOMG

H1ghr Music

Ikon

Winner

DPR

I don’t mind doing any kind of fantasy stuff or angsty or smutty. I don’t really care. I am an adult, 27, so I’m pretty loose in what I write. I’m getting into stuff like Mafia AUs and Hybrid AUs and Werewolf AUs so I don’t mind requests about stuff like that too! I’ll have an updated Masterlist with my new stuff soon! Thanks for your time!

-Brea

#bts #reactions #drabbles #one shots #got7 #monsta x #Nu’est #stray kids #Ateez #aomg #h1ghr music #ikon #winner #dpr #bts reactions #got7 reactions #monsta x reactions #Nu’est reactions #stray kids reactions #ateez reactions #aomg reactions #H1ghr music reactions #ikon reactions #winner reactions #dpr reactions

[meji-soongs]

Hello Everyone!!~~ I have just started a Kpop blog and I will be doing requests!!~~ Please feel free to send in an ask for ANY of the following!~~ Thank you for checkin out my blog and i hope to have a lot of interesting content out soon!~~💞💞

•AESPA

•ATEEZ

•AOA (NO MINA‼️)

•B.A.P

•BTS

•EXO

•SEVENTEEN

•GOT7

•NCT (All Units!))

•VAV

•VICTON

•TWICE

•BLACKPINK

•TZY

•G-IDLE

•SHINEE

•ENHYPHEN

•STRAY KIDS

•ASTRO

•STAYC

•THE BOYS

•THE ROSE

•RED VELVET

•TXT

•IKON

•MONSTA X

•MAMAMOO

•LOONA

•Z*ONE

•2ne1

•BIGBANG

•SF9

•WINNER

• E'LAST

• ACE

• KARD

• DREAMCATCHER

• EVERGLOW

• SOLOISTS ( Anyone!)

You can request any type if AU! I do:

-Yandere

-Wolf

-Mafia

-Fantasy

-Idol/Non-Idol

-Smut

-Fluff

-Angst

-Slice of Life (Real Life Scenarios; Mental Health, Marriage, Etc.)

-Selca Ships

-Written Ships

-Oneshots

-POV's (Such as writing from Idols POV/ Answering

questions from idols POV)

-Headcannons

-MTL's

- POLY! Relationships

-Anything you can think of!!~ (Please not that I DO NOT write smut for anyone under the age of 18‼️)

If you want to ask beforehand if I write for someone/

write something in specific, feel free to!~ You can

message me, send an ask, or ask anonymously!~

Feel Free to request as many things and many times

as you like!!~~ Thank you so much!!💜💜

#bts #exo #request #request are open #ask open #open requests #kpop #seventeen #blackpink #kpop requests #oneshot #mtl #kpop mtl #kpop oneshots #nct #bts fanfic #bts ships #ship requests #bts reactions #reactions #selca ships #headcanon #yandere #txt reactions #txt requests #jungkook #park jimin

[flurrys-creativity]

WIP List Tag Game

Tagged by the lovely @proudahgase-got7

Tagging: @toikiii @defwoodz @limjaeseven @aura-mp3 @star-lemonade @sanjoongie @moccahobi @yutasthetic @wordycerty @strayed-quokka @pastelracha @leelysian @baekhyyun @dokyeomblr

I think some of you already posted their wip list.. so ignore the tag if you already did 🙏🙈

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 😅

#tagged #tag game #so many ideas #and basically no time #sigh #flurry things

[bipirate]

All i did was mention im into got7 a couple of times and this godforsaken website is now recommending me bts mafia au reader insert rpf. What have i done to deserve this

[justwritedreams]

House Of Cards | San

San x Reader, exes to lovers au!, mafia au!

Word count: 12.013 (hehe)

Genre: angst, suggestive, fluff at the end

Warning: mention of crimes and violence, suggestive, language, San in a pool bc that's a warning. If you don't feel comfortable DON’T READ IT!

Author: Maari

Note: Ok so that was an imagine that i wrote with got7 yugyeom but reading again i decided to repost with san, because i think it fits him more.

Summary: It seems like your ghost from the past came at the best time to save you.

Taglist: @foxinnie8

⪢ Ateez Masterlist

“Miss Y/N.” She heard her own name echo through the corridor and turned around, coming face to face with one of the security guards whose name she hadn't yet memorized.

"Yes?"

“Mr. Kim wants to see you.”

She took a deep breath. She had just arrived at the hotel, he himself had told her to go up to the presidential suite

“Tell him I’m coming.”

“Now, miss.” His serious tone made her stop in her tracks and look at the security guard with some concern.

It wouldn't be good to go against Seungho's rules. It never was.

She nodded and followed him, the shower she planned to take would have to wait a little bit.

A while ago she would have sighed at the elegance of the hotel but unfortunately for Y/N, she was starting to get used to that life.

Well, used to wasn't quite the word. Conformed was more certain.

As she predicted, the security guard took her to a private area of the hotel, she was sure that Seungho had requested that only he frequent that place and with the great influence he had, it wasn't denied.

Y/N approached him alone and in silence, seeing him sitting in an armchair staring at the glass of whiskey he held.

"Wanted to see me?" She crossed her arms behind her body and swallowed hard when he looked at her.

She hated the weight of his eyes on her.

"Come here." he patted his own leg and she got the message, taking a deep breath before sitting on his lap.

Seungho ran his free hand down Y/N's back and stopped at the base of her lower back, the smell of alcohol was permeating his pores and it was enough for her to realize that this wasn't the first glass of whiskey.

Y/N didn't understand the sudden affection until he approached and kissed her lips, as always in a thirsty and quick way that caused absolutely nothing to Y/N.

Except disgust.

"You didn't call me here just to kiss me, did you?" she questioned, raising her eyebrow.

"No, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy it." he approached once more but Y/N immediately avoided it. "Alright, I need you to stay by my side while I partner up."

He held out the glass of whiskey and she held it, reluctantly, her brow furrowed.

"Why? You're not going to introduce me as your girlfriend, right?" His eyes dropped to the small neckline of Y/N's dress.

She would have shifted uncomfortably if she hadn't been in his lap, that might have given him ideas she didn't want him to have.

"Don't be silly, of course not." Seungho's cold tone didn't even shock Y/N. "You know women with your beauty make business easier."

She blinked and blinked, in disbelief.

"Do you want me to seduce a future partner?" she asked, not as incredulous as she would have been in the past. This had been quite common, actually.

"No, I don't want you to go to bed with him." He responded possessively and angrily. "I just want you to give us the privilege of admiring your beauty." his hand ran up the spine to the back of Y/N's head.

She took a deep breath, she hated having to do that ridiculous act but it wasn't like she could say no, she never could.

"Okay, I'm just going to change my clothes." She got up from his lap, she was ready to get out of there, but Seungho held her by the hip.

"No, he's already coming." Seungho got up from the chair and moved his hand away from her body. "You look pretty sexy anyway." he spoke quietly, making her understand that his partner was closer than she imagined.

She lowered her head to look at her own heels, she should have chosen another dress before going to the hotel. That one seemed too short for her own taste but what could she do if Seungho had liked it and the pair of black high heels?

She lived to please him.

Noticing that she was still holding the glass, she downed the whiskey in one go so that she could gain a little more confidence to do the dirty work.

"Mr. Kim." the partner spoke friendly and Y/N swallowed the alcohol, which went down her throat and felt her heart stop when she heard his voice.

She knew that voice…

"Please, call me Seungho. Sit down."

Y/N lowered her head and opened her eyes, watching as Seungho pointed to the front seat and the two did so, with shaky legs she sat in the seat next to Seungho's and her eyes stopped on the future partner's hands.

Years could pass, but she would never forget those hands, not when they showed so many times the love that their owner felt for Y/N.

With complete certainty that this was really who she thought, she raised her head after letting out a sigh and her eyes met his for the first time in so many years, making her press her fingers against the empty glass she was holding.

Y/N felt a mix of emotions, her hands started to shake just with his eyes fixed on her, she didn't fail to notice that he analyzed her quickly before turning his gaze to Seungho, she got goosebumps from head to toe and asked herself how could he still do that to her? And what was he actually doing there?

"Choi San, right?" Seungho asked, making Y/N return to reality.

"Correct."

"Your secretary called me."

"We are very interested in a partnership with you, Seungho. I believe it will bring benefits to both parties, as my partner has already explained everything to you." the two maintained a rigid posture but unlike Seungho, San was elegant.

Of course, the gray suit San wore was very different from the hoodies he had and that she remembered, it suited the formal atmosphere they were in but it went beyond his appearance.

San's aura was different, as he was ready for that.

"Yes, it was a very productive meeting."

"I'm just here to finish the deal." San quickly looked at Y/N and a smile appeared on his face.

This disconcerted her, and she left the glass on the arm of the chair and clasped her sweaty hands to try to hide her nervousness.

"Well, I can pay you the first million right now if you want." She rolled her eyes discreetly, Seungho loved showing off how rich he was. "Just a minute." He got up from the chair and looked at Y/N quickly, walking away, leaving her alone there and ready to collapse.

If Seungho wanted her to seduce San now, that was a bad time.

But it wasn't surprising since he had never learned to read the atmosphere when she was near, he never noticed when she was uncomfortable or happy, because for him it didn't make any difference.

She looked back at San, still feeling vulnerable about being in front of him again after so many years and took in every detail of his face that she had never been able to forget.

He was different. His face was no longer so thin and youthful, now his features were stronger, more masculine.

The black hair that she remembered falling into his eyes was now perfectly pushed back and the side cut made him look much more handsome and mature.

Even in a suit and tie, she could see that he wasn't as thin as he used to be.

He was no longer the boy she had known, he was a man and very attractive one.

Her body vibrated for her to come closer and she felt her fingers tingle to touch his face one last time, like she hadn't had the opportunity in the past.

He continued to analyze her from top to bottom, much longer, which made her tremble all over.

Taking a deep breath, she decided to find the courage to do what Seungho had told her to do.

"You're getting a great deal, you'll be very pleased." the attempt to use a seductive tone failed due to the way her body was reacting.

She looked like a robot programmed to say that.

“That’s what they say, but it’s not the business I’m interested in.” San seemed to know very well how to use his voice in a low tone and something inside her warmed in a way that hadn't happened in a long time.

Y/N was left with no response and Seungho returned, probably thinking she had gotten what he wanted.

Little did he know that the spell had turned against the sorceress.

“What do you say we play poker while we settle the transaction, San?”

"It would be amazing." he got up from the chair and Y/N's eyes followed him.

She got up from the chair but made to go to the other side towards the uncovered part of that area, but she didn't even take two steps as Seungho held her arm tightly.

"Where do you think you're going?"

“I think the little act of being your luxury slut was enough for today.” she responded firmly and he tightened his grip on her arm, to the point of hurting it.

“Don’t play with me, Y/N, I want you by my side until the transaction is over.” His eyes were fixed on her face and for a brief moment, she was afraid.

Looking to the side, she noticed that San was watching them a little further behind Seungho, with his jaw clenched and with a rigid expression.

“I’m not going to sit at that table and watch you play that fuck poker that destroyed my life.” she turned her gaze to Seungho who now seemed to have understood. “You really like torturing me, don't you?”

“One day you’re going to have to stop blaming the cards, my love.” he let go of her arm, and Y/N controlled herself from crying.

It would be pointless and pathetic.

He walked away from her with a wry smile and passed by San, who stood there for a few seconds staring at Y/N until he shook his head and followed him.

She left there, feeling suffocated and her legs were shaking like never before, no longer able to control her tears, she leaned against the wall and looked at the clear sky, all the memories that she had been forced to bury came back with much more intensity.

[...]

7 years ago

“Get out of my house, please.” she begged without having the courage to look into his dark, gentle eyes, she would weaken if she did, especially if he was crying like her.

“Y/N, explain to me what’s going on.” he pleaded and she had to choke back a sob.

"It's over. Go away." She touched the door handle with her back to him, she was about to open it when he gently grabbed her arm.

“Something happened, right?" she took a deep breath before looking at him, feeling her heart break into thousands of pieces and sink into her stomach.

“What happened is that I don’t want you anymore, San. Don't insist." Her voice came out shaky and she knew she hadn't convinced him yet, she was about to break down in front of him but she couldn't. “We’re too young, it would never work.”

"Are you sure about that?" San slowly let go of her arm and looked at her completely lost.

She didn't respond, just opened the door with a silent message for him to leave.

No scene broke her heart like that when she saw him leaving with his head down, hands in his pants pockets and a tear running down his face.

She needed all the strength she didn't even know she had left to ignore the urge to hug him and tell him how much she loved him. Instead, Y/N closed the door and fell to the floor, now without needing or being able to control her crying.

She cried about so many things, she couldn't even list or understand what he cried most about, but she was sure she had made the biggest mistake of her life.

She had never felt so empty.

She was angry, scared, sorry and most of all, she was sad.

Because she had lost the only joy in her life, for a mistake that wasn't hers, for a decision that wasn't hers.

“Daughter…” Y/N looked at the stairs and saw her father coming down the steps, deflated and with a guilty expression.

She passed her hand over her face, drying her tears and got up from the floor. With long and silent steps, she walked past her father with the intention of locking herself in her room.

She would still have that night to sleep in her bed.

"I'm so-"

“Don’t finish that sentence.” She turned angrily, glaring at her father as she sighed. “I did what you wanted, now leave me alone.”

[...]

In recent years, Y/N has tried to erase that memory from her head. She didn't want to relive it like she did in the first nights when her life had changed, when she was brought back to reality with nightmares.

She didn't want to feel again the hurt she had towards her father for doing that to her and even less did she want to feel her heart break again when remembered San being devastated because she had broken up with him.

Even though she had managed to bury that day in the depths of her consciousness, that emptiness was always there.

And now here she was, being haunted by the ghosts of her past and crying like the heartbroken teenager she once was.

She wiped her face, thankful for her makeup being waterproof, approaching the balcony and surveying the bustling city.

A wave of nostalgia washed over her. She missed home, the happy moments she lived that were now just memories, she even missed her father. But mostly, she missed who she used to be.

The girl who had dreams and insecurities, which were always hushed up by San.

He was always everything for her, the kisses he distributed on her face and the convinced way he said that she would achieve everything she dreamed of, made her believe at the time.

She stayed there for a long time in silence, alone and without security guards watching her every step, making her feel free.

“It’s a wonderful view.” Y/N jumped in fright when she heard San's voice so close.

Looking to the side, she noticed he was next to her.

How and when did he get there?

“Yeah, the city is amazing.” she replied, still feeling her heart beating faster, she just didn't know if it was because of the scare or just because of him.

“I wasn’t talking about the city.” she felt San's eyes boring into her and a shiver ran down the back of her neck.

Since when was San so direct like that? Who had he learned to be like this from?

“Aren’t you supposed to be playing poker or something?” she changed the subject, still looking at the city.

“An hour ago I was.”

Y/N frowned.

Hour? Had she stayed there for an hour?

“So you closed the deal.” She took a deep breath and found the courage to look at him.

San nodded silently.

“You don’t seem very happy about this.” he smiled sideways, leaning on a pillar.

Happy? She didn't even know what that was anymore.

“I just hope you know what you’re getting into.” she shrugged, sighing.

“Why don’t you explain it to me?” San looked at her intensely and she returned it, unable to look away.

She could, a part of her screamed at her to do so, but she knew what she had to lose and she couldn't risk it, not now that he was there and she couldn't protect him from Seungho's fury.

"You wouldn't understand."

“Maybe I should warn you.” he took a step towards her while keeping his tone serious, without looking away.

“I'm not kidding, San. Be careful."

 Y/N's intention was to get out of there quickly, but he stopped her from continuing when he gently grabbed her wrist.

The contact made her stop, her heart beating faster. Feeling his touch again was everything she had asked for, being close to him was much more than she thought she deserved.

“So let’s be clear that I’m not kidding either.” She could practically feel his breath, his face was so close she could touch it at any moment if she stayed there. “In nothing I did or said today.” She swallowed hard and looked at him, seeing the conviction in his dark eyes and once again, she was left speechless.

She wanted to cry, for so many nights she had dreamed of those same eyes and it seemed like a dream that he was there so close to her and at the same time so far away, because even though he was the San she knew, he was no longer the same.

He had a certain power, a fire in his iris that she had never seen before, that she couldn't identify.

But it was very different from the way Seungho looked at her as if she were his property.

Y/N's eyes went down to San's lips, they looked extremely inviting and she wondered if it still tasted the same, the attention she returned to San's mouth didn't go unnoticed by him as he wet his lips with his own tongue.

Before she could get even closer to him, Y/N blinked a few times until she remembered where she was and who she was with, if Seungho arrived at that moment it wouldn't be good, especially for San.

Thinking about it, against every cell in her body she pulled away from San and his touch.

“Have a good day, San.”

She got out of there as quickly as her feet would allow her before she did something she would regret later, she didn't look back and was thankful once again that she was without security guards.

She arrived at reception and Seungho was leaning on the counter with his phone to his ear.

“Y/N!” he called with his free hand and turned his attention to someone else on the other end of the line. “Matt, I already took care of all that.” She approached him paying attention to the conversation, it was probably something related to their return. “You know she's good for much more than that. Okay, I’ll be there.” he hung up, huffing.

"Problems?" Y/N asked without the slightest interest.

“I have to receive a load today from the other side of town and they require my presence.” he informed, irritated.

“I’ll go upstairs and get our bags then.” she pointed to the elevator and was ready to go when he stopped her, raising his hand.

“No, Y/N.” he scratched his head and she knew something was wrong. “I haven’t finished the entire transaction with San yet.” she crossed her arms, waiting for him to finish. “And you know this hotel does business with me.”

"I know that."

That part of the city was heavily influenced by Seungho. Hotels, banks, even the hospital operated when and how he wanted.

“A luxurious dinner will be held to welcome Mr. Choi.”

“What’s all this-” she frowned.

“I need you to accompany him to this party and explain that I had an unforeseen event but we will finish tomorrow when I arrive.” he interrupted her and Y/N felt her expression fall.

Would she be alone with San for a whole night by his side?

"What?" She didn't want to show despair but it had become difficult after that. “No… I can’t… I can’t.”

Explaining to him what was really going through her head was out of the question.

“I need this partnership. Matt will be with me and you are the only one who can be here representing me.”

“Postpone receiving the load then.” she shrugged and he took a deep breath, visibly irritated. “I’m not you, I don’t have to deal with your business.”

It wasn't part of the role she had played in those years. For business, she was just the statue that if she winked at the partners, with the right clothes, she could make them close the deal faster.

Seungho was too jealous to let her be alone with a man for two hours, let alone an entire night.

This then meant that whatever the deal was with San, he didn't want to risk losing it.

Annoyed, he held Y/N by her arm with a somewhat unnecessary force, making her look into his eyes, to see that he was serious.

“I'm not asking you to accompany him, I'm ordering you to.” In fear, she lowered her head, giving up. “Don’t worry, my love.” He got closer and his mouth met her ear. “Tomorrow we will have all day to make up for the time we lost.”

She wanted to laugh but held back, sleeping with him was the last thing on her mind at the moment.

In fact, her mind was too busy with images of San in a suit.

[...]

Y/N spent the entire afternoon getting ready for dinner at the hotel with the help of a small team that Seungho hired to make her look magnificent.

Small because she had begged him, she wasn't a Hollywood actress after all, a football team taking care of her appearance for a simple dinner was unnecessary.

He had made it very clear before leaving that she must use every trick to convince San to wait until tomorrow. For Seungho, this was her only role, to seduce his partners.

Seduce, never go to bed with them.

Because for Seungho, she had to have her eyes focused only on him, and according to his theory, the more instigated to have Y/N, the more the partners would be committed to maintaining an agreement.

Basically, she was there to make these men fools, believing that one day they could have something with her behind Seungho's back.

At eight o'clock at night she was ready and couldn't deny that the job had been well done.

The red dress was long with a strap on one side and a detail at the waist that made it much more elegant, black sandals on her feet and ruby earrings that Seungho had given her, like the countless expensive jewelry she had been receiving in recent years.

She believed that he gifted her with expensive and luxurious things just to keep her with him, as if it made her wonder if she could live without flaunting the good life she had achieved.

Each piece of jewelry increased her indifference towards him, because it made her feel like she had been bought by him again.

The makeup had highlighted Y/N's face in an elegant way and she insisted on wearing red lipstick, she was trying her best to do the job, finally her hair was left loose but left aside.

She even tried to take a deep breath when she left the room but she couldn't lie to herself in that situation, she was nervous. More than that, she was anxious!

Seungho had left one of his security guards to take care of her, of course he wouldn't be that stupid, but when she arrived at the main hall and saw San smiling at some people he was talking to friendly, Y/N totally forgot about security or anything else.

It would be cliché to say that she couldn't take her eyes off him, but it was the truth, he looked wonderful. Breathtaking.

He wasn't as formal as he was in the morning, he was wearing a suit but without a blazer, just a black vest, the sleeves of his white blouse were rolled up to his elbows with the first two buttons open and his tie was slightly loosened.

He had his hair pulled back but with a few strands in his face.

God, even if he tried hard for 20 years he wouldn't be able to get ugly.

San realized he was being watched and looked towards Y/N, smiling brightly at her and he came to meet her quickly.

“Miss Y/N.” He took her hand and kissed it gently, like a perfect gentleman and it was enough to make her heart skip a beat, and her legs tremble slightly. “You look gorgeous.”

She smiled restrainedly.

“Thank you, Mr. Choi, I must say you look really nice too.” she tried to keep her tone formal to keep the theater for security.

"Would you like something to drink?" he looked at the security guard and she understood what he was planning.

"Of course." she replied and he put his arm through hers, she looked at the security guard who was watching them closely. “You don’t need to follow me, I’m fine.” she ordered and he agreed, stopping where he was and San took her away.

“The compliment was true.” he said without looking at her face.

"So was mine." she replied quietly, feeling her cheeks burn.

“You got a babysitter from your boyfriend, huh?”

Y/N could feel the jealousy in his voice and it made her smile discreetly.

“The babysitter isn’t for me, it’s for you.”

They arrived at the mini bar and he ordered two drinks.

“Is he afraid you’ll fall for my charms?” he turned to face her and got closer, making Y/N get lost in his scent.

That was it, she was intoxicated by everything about him. The smell, his voice, the heat of his body, which wasn't enough because she knew he was much hotter than that, she just needed to get closer.

“Actually, he’s afraid you’ll run away.”

“And you’re here to make sure I stay?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.

She searched in her head a decent answer but all that came out was just the truth.

“I’m here to make you stay.” she said even though she wished she could do otherwise.

If she had the power, she would make San move far away from her and Seungho, for his own good.

“And how do you intend to do that?” he took a step forward, their bodies practically touching. It was incredible, it seemed like he could read her mind.

Because she wanted to get closer, enough to put her hands on his broad shoulders.

“He asked me to seduce you.” she replied quietly and couldn't take her eyes off his mouth.

“Can you do it or will I seduce you first?”

Y/N didn't imagine that San would be so sexy like that and as dangerous as that game was, she was loving it.

What she remembered was a much shyer and not so confident San.

She held back the urge to bite her lip.

“You’re going to need a lot more than whispers to seduce me.”

Of course, as if she could convince herself of that.

He had just approached her and she was already feeling weak in the knees.

“That’s what we’ll see.” San smirked and walked away at the exact moment the bartender brought the drinks.

He handed the drink to Y/N who drank some while observing the room.

She managed to identify at least three more Seungho's bodyguard, and it wasn't surprising since she knew he would never leave just one of his men watching her.

Not when she had already tried to escape from him a few times in the past, without success, obviously.

No matter where she went, whoever she asked for help, Kim always found her and brought her back.

She was so lost in her analysis that she didn't notice when San brought his mouth to her ear to whisper.

“Can I show you something?”

She suppressed a smile and took a deep breath before looking at him, seeing him smile so close to her.

His smile still had the same effect on her, as if the sun had risen in the cloudy sky. It was the light in the midst of darkness.

It wasn't like she had the strength to deny it.

He held out his free hand and she took it, being led out of the room soon after.

The party took place near the pool and only a thick, red curtain separated the two places, Y/N sighed as she observed the full moon, which was brighter than usual, she had never seen it so beautiful.

San let go of her hand only to sit on one of the lounge chairs, she turned to face him when she felt the touch disappear and came closer but still remained standing.

“What did you want to show me?” she asked, quite curious.

“Nothing, I just wanted to be alone with you.” he confessed, resting his hands behind his head after placing the drink on the floor.

Y/N swallowed hard at the movement, as his arms were in evidence and she thought it more prudent to remain silent, this time returning her gaze to the crystal clear water of the pool, feeling not only her cheeks heat up but also her heart.

It seemed like even if she wanted to bury the old version of her that night, she couldn't.

“I know it’s been years, but I want you to know that I never gave up on you.”

She looked at him at the same moment, San didn't take his eyes off her and spoke with such conviction that it left her speechless.

All she wanted was to be able to throw herself into his lap and kiss him all at once. Only if the situation had been different, if they hadn't met again like that...

But time wasn't fair to them, it wasn't in the past and it wasn't now.

“I think I prefer it when you flirt with me.” Unable to contain herself, she spoke out loud and wanted to beat herself up for it.

“I can do that too.” he shrugged, getting up from the lounge chair. “I can do a lot of things.” He got closer and she felt her body go still at the short distance. This was the time she should take a step back, right? “Especially the ones you want.” she felt his hand on her wrist, going up her elbow in a pleasant way and making goose bumps go up her arm.

Damn it.

Y/N held the glass tightly, trying her best to remember what she was there for and especially what she shouldn't do.

San noticed the tension and took the dronk out of her hand, ending the sudden affection, placing it on the floor but Y/N wasn't prepared for what would come next, thinking he would just stare deeply at her like he had been doing.

But one of his hands found her waist while his mouth found her cheek, placing a soft, lingering kiss on the warm skin.

“You shouldn’t tease me like that.” She closed her eyes, letting herself go for a few seconds.

“Afraid to like it?” he asked close to her ear and his mouth went down to Y/N's chin, involuntarily one of her hands tightened on the arm that was holding her waist.

"This is wrong." Her voice was nothing more than a whisper.

It was? Wasn't she on board with Kim's plan?

“But you want that." He bit her chin, and she could feel him smiling.

"No." although her mouth said something, Y/N's body said the exact opposite. She dug her nails into San's arm and felt her body getting weaker and weaker.

She mentally begged him to kiss her and end that miserable tension.

“Y/N…” she stifled a moan when she heard her name being spoken so quietly by San’s seductive voice.

It was wrong and dangerous, but why did it feel so right?

She felt that San was about to kiss her, she felt his breath against her mouth and no matter how much her rational side screamed for her to stay away, her emotional side was controlling everything because that was what she wanted from the moment she saw him in the morning.

She had missed so much being in his arms, feeling loved, protected.

She felt San's lips so close, her own hands going up to his shoulders and she was ready to give in, when his lips touched hers just enough to make a slight tickle, the image of Seungho with a gun appeared in her head.

"No!"

Y/N pushed San and suddenly he no longer held her, not even his perfume covered the radius they were in, she opened her eyes to find him startled.

She took two steps back, placing her hands on her forehead, now regaining lucidity.

What was she thinking? How could she think of putting him in danger like that?

“Don’t do that” she trembled, feeling her eyes tear up. “I’m trying to protect you.”

“But, Y/N…” he took a step towards her and she raised her hand, asking him to stop right there.

He obeyed, confused and hurt.

"You wouldn't understand." she shook her head to get the image of Seungho finishing him off from her mind.

“Maybe if you explained it I could.”

She ran her hand over her own arm, not knowing what to say. If he continued to insist, she would eventually give in and things wouldn't end well.

San followed the movement and his eyes stopped at a specific place.

“What’s that scar on your arm?” he asked and she automatically stared at her own skin.

Y/N blamed herself for not choosing a long-sleeved dress, mainly because the scar was recent so it was lighter and she hadn't even remembered about it.

"I need to go." Once again she deviated from the subject, if she continued there she would end up saying everything she shouldn't have and that was definitely out of the question.

She would never forgive herself if something happened to San because she had told him everything, even if that was her wish. To finally clear things up, after so long.

She ran out of there as best she could, avoiding passing through the room where that damn party was taking place and hoped that San wouldn't go after her, deep down she knew he would leave her alone after that outburst but she only became calmer when the elevator doors closed with a bang, her inside that cubicle.

Unable to control it any longer, she let the tears she had been holding back for a long time fall, it seemed like an eternity before she arrived at the presidential suite.

She stumbled into the elevator because of her tears and took the opportunity to take off her heels right there, she no longer cared about her appearance as she had been taken care of for hours. Seungho's plan hadn't worked anyway so screw the party, the appearances and all that stupid luxury.

When she arrived, she threw her heels in any corner of the huge, cold room as she closed the door behind her, ran her fingers through her hair and took off her dress without any will.

All she wanted most was to lie in bed and sleep for a good twenty years.

And even she tried, she knew it wouldn't be easy to sleep that night, not after everything that had happened and to make even worse, everything she had tried to forget about the past was playing intensely in her head.

The memories she had with San, all the first times with him, from when they met until the day she broke up with him, her happy childhood and her difficult adolescence of having to deal with her father's addiction that affected the entire family.

Hugging the pillow, she let the tears fall again as she lay there alone once again, as it had been repeating since her father had spoken the harsh words that had changed her life.

[...]

It was already past 10 am when Y/N decided to leave the room and go to the pool, the weather was nice to take a few dips and that would help her forget everything that had happened, at least for a few hours until she was away from that hotel.

She put on a very simple white bikini, a long white button-down blouse so she wouldn't be walking around the hotel with nothing covering her body, white flip-flops and big glasses to hide the dark circles under her eyes from last night.

Luckily for her the pool area was empty and Seungho's security hadn't come after her so far, which meant she was free for who knows how long, she left her things on one of the sun loungers and her sunglasses were also left behind.

It didn't take long to enjoy the warm water, trying to wash away any traces of guilt and uncertainty.

After wetting her hair and swimming a little, she leaned against the edge, closing her eyes and feeling the sun on her skin as if it were giving her strength back.

She tried not to think about anything, just wanted to enjoy some time she didn't usually have, alone and quiet with her own conscience.

She felt the water become more agitated but she didn't pay any attention, she was feeling so light that she didn't even care that someone was there too.

The pool was big enough for that.

However, when she realized that someone was too close, she couldn't help but open her eyes and look at whoever it was.

Y/N need to rest her arms on the edge of the pool when she saw San standing in front of her with a shy smile and no shirt.

She had a very privileged view of San's bare torso, she knew he had gotten stronger but she couldn't imagine how much and she couldn't even disguise the way her eyes observed San's broad and strong shoulders, going down his chest. She couldn't see his abs clearly because the water was getting in the way of having a clear view of how defined he was, but realizing that he was there in just black swim trunks made her lose her train of thought completely.

Even with the water distorting a little, she could see how thick his thighs were.

Okay, San had turned into a personification of some Greek god and she couldn't stop looking at him to burn every bit of him into her memory, which conflicted when she remembered what he was like in the past.

She had never imagined that he could be so… hot.

She cleared her throat, trying unsuccessfully to hide it, and looked away, missing the opportunity to see his raised eyebrow.

“I didn’t think I’d see you so soon.” she spoke quietly.

“I was worried about you.” he admitted firmly and she swallowed hard.

“Let’s not talk about last night, please.” she pleaded, sighing and looking back at him.

San was serious, not mad at her, but he seemed to be trying to figure her out.

“We will need to talk one day, Y/N.”

“If that's why you came here…” she started to leave, but was stopped by San who put his arm on the edge of the pool and brought his body closer to hers, still without truly touching her. "What do you want?" she asked, pretending to be impatient.

He put his other arm on the other side, trapping her there and Y/N had nothing to do but look him in the eyes.

“Does he hit you?” it was simple and direct, making her jaw drop slightly.

"What…?" She released a breath that until then she hadn't even realized she had been holding. "Who?" She tried to pretend she didn't understand.

San cocked his head to the side, only to stare at her more intensely.

“Kim Seungho.” he spoke the name between his teeth. “Does he hit you, Y/N?” he asked, this time his tone became more serious and his eyes locked with hers.

He already knew the answer without her even answering, but he wasn't going to give up so easily because the only thing he needed was for her to tell the truth and then they could find an alternative.

"No!" she replied desperately, her voice became even thinner. “I mean, where did you get that idea?” she crossed her arms, trying to be defensive but she was actually scared.

If San found out the truth, she didn't know what he might do.

“That scar wasn’t made for a silly reason and now seeing you in that bikini, in addition to seeing that your body is still beautiful, I can also see some purple on your legs and belly.”

She swallowed hard, trying to think quickly of a convincing answer.

“The scar… I've had it since, uh, I was a kid” she forced her throat to stop stuttering but his attentive eyes weren't helping. “and the purple ones… well, I’m very distracted.”

“Do you think I don’t remember all your scars, Y/N?” He brought his face closer to hers and she didn't have the strength to turn away. “I had the image of your body in my head for years, I remember every inch of you.” she felt her body shiver and sighed slowly. “Tell me the truth, Y/N. Please." he pleaded.

One of her hands touched Y/N's face, making a pleasant caress and she couldn't stop herself from closing her eyes when she felt the soft touch.

“That’s a low blow.” she spoke quietly, fighting her eyes that insisted on closing.

"And yeah?" she could feel he was smiling. “You know, I remember you loved a kiss below your ear.”

Of course she loved it mainly because only he knew about it.

She couldn't think about much or open her eyes because his mouth was already practicing what his voice announced.

Y/N put her hand on San's shoulder and found that the sun did a great job of warming their bodies, but their skin wasn't the only thing that was hot there.

Her hand squeezed San's exposed skin, suppressing a moan as she felt his breath right next to her neck. She was unable to reason with that sudden approach, nor even breathe properly like a normal person.

"So?" he asked, lips touched her skin as he spoke but Y/N was too lost in that sensation to remember what his question was.

San moved his face away and she opened her eyes at the same moment, missing the contact, he looked at her, urging her to respond.

"What?" was all she could say.

“Y/N, I’m waiting for an answer.” He raised an eyebrow and she felt her legs tremble again.

Her mouth suddenly became dry and she had to use her own tongue to wet it, a movement that didn't go unnoticed by San.

“Do you think… I have the capacity… to talk after this?” she was panting and hadn't even kissed him.

San laughed softly, his dimple showing.

“Good to know I still have some power over you.” he said, cocky.

“It’s so much more than that, Sannie.” he smiled sadly at the old nickname. “I have always loved you and I will always love you.” her hands went to his face, making him look deep into her eyes. “But I can’t tell you, forgive me.” she said, seeing him take a deep breath. “Please don’t continue with this transition, cancel this damn partnership. This is all too dangerous and I would never forgive myself if something happened to you. I just…” she looked down, unable to continue, water was calm but a storm was still coming.

San brought a hand to her chin, making their eyes meet again.

"Just…?" he urged her to continue.

“I’m afraid of losing you again.” she confessed, straightforward.

San didn't say anything and neither did she dare continue, she had already said too much, he then brought his face closer to hers and ended that distance once and for all, Y/N could only close her eyes when San's soft and warm lips touched hers. So softly that it made her sigh against the kiss.

He didn't deepen the kiss or move his lips, he kept the touch for a few seconds that lasted for eternity and Y/N felt her eyes water even though they were closed, the hand that was still on Y/N's chin went down to her the back of her neck when he broke the kiss and her heart seemed to want to jump out of her mouth, she didn't even know how she was still standing.

Without the courage to open her eyes, because she knew she would cry like a child in front of him, Y/N didn't expect San to hug her so tightly that it sounded like a goodbye, the kind that leaves you breathless.

She grabbed him by the neck and rested her face on his shoulder while the tears ran down her face and got lost on San's skin, she could have stayed there hugging him forever.

San ran his hands down her spine and caressed her, feeling his breath on the back of her neck, Y/N closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of being safe even if for that brief moment.

The sun burning on their skin lasted as long as the hug, which none of them had any idea how long it had lasted, but it had been enough to strengthen Y/N.

“Never forget what I said.” she spoke quietly and walked away, feeling cold and empty again when she no longer had San's warmth surrounding her, and swam towards the stairs.

She wanted to keep that image of him smiling and welcoming her, that was the reason she didn't look back as she got out of the pool and picked up her things from where she had left them.

She hoped that one day San would understand why she kept a secret from him and who knows, he could even one day forgive her. 

She knew that she had hurt him in the past but it wasn't because she was cruel, she was just trying to protect the one she loved. Including San.

She looked at her feet on the way back to reception and was ready to go to her room, but that wasn't exactly what happened.

A pair of expensive shoes stopped in front of her, stopping her from continuing on her way and she would have been rude if she hadn't been taken by surprise.

Seungho was in front of her with his arms crossed and his expression not at all pleasant.

“Beautiful scene, I think it deserves applause.” his voice was cold and he didn't even blink, she knew what was coming next and even so it didn't stop her from starting to shake with fear. “I’m just going to ask once, what the fuck was that?”

[...]

Y/N tried not to sob loudly but despair and fear were speaking louder this time, she didn't even know which floor she was on and she couldn't even think about stepping into reception.

With all of Seungho's security guards downstairs, all that was left for her was to sit on the floor of one of the floors of that hotel while she felt weak and helpless.

She brought her hand to her mouth to try to muffle the sound but when she felt liquid in the corner, she pulled it away and stared at the blood on her finger.

Her blood wouldn't be the only one that would be spilled, she felt anger take over her body and rubbed her hand with the other to try to get the blood out.

“Y/N?”

She looked to the side and even though her vision was blurry because of her tears, she recognized San and sighed with relief. 

San knelt in front of her and touched her chin, the lighting in the hallway was low but it didn't stop him from noticing some things, Y/N brought a hand to San's face to make sure he was really there with her.

"What happened to you?" He made to put his hand on her face but decided not to when he saw the tears that were still flowing. "Come with me."

He picked her up slowly, Y/N felt my ribs throb but ignored it as she wrapped his arms around his neck.

He walked to the end of the hallway and opened the door to one of the rooms, from which she could see that it was the one he was staying in. 

San placed her carefully on the edge of the bed and ran to lock the door, turning on the light in the room and Y/N's eyes watered even more.

In addition to irritation, shame too.

“Can you turn off the light, please?” her voice was weak and choked, she saw San's shoulders sag and looked away from him.

He did as she asked, leaving the room for a few minutes until he returned with a first aid kit.

Y/N took a deep breath and he approached, kneeling in front of her and held her gaze, when she saw that he wasn't going to say anything she looked at him and nodded, accepting that he would treat her injuries.

San did everything necessary and when she hissed in pain, he gently stroked her arm, looking closely at her.

“It was him, wasn’t it?” asked quietly after a quite time in silence, she noticed that he was controlling himself to remain calm.

Without the courage to respond and without any confidence in her own voice, she just nodded, listening to him take two deep breaths.

“How long has this been going on?” Y/N stared at him firmly this time, seeing him with his jaw clenched.

She wasn't ready to hear the answer but it was fair to him, even more so now that he was in danger.

"7 years." she replied quietly, shrugging her shoulders.

San got up from the ground, scratching the back of his head and then clenching his fists.

“That’s since���” his breathing got heavier. Since she had broken up with him, yes. “Y/N, you need to report this guy.” He knelt in front of her again and looked into her eyes, which were already teary again. “You need to step away.”

Carefully, San held her hands, bringing the comfort she needed at the moment.

"I can't."

"You must." he encouraged her and she shook her head, looking in any corner of the room.

“San, I can’t.”

"And why not?" he asked in disbelief.

“Seungho is influential. If I send him to jail for a few days, he might…” she trailed off, completely panicked just thinking about the possibility.

"Might what?" he instigated, he needed an answer and one that would convince him.

“Go after the one I love.” a sob was stuck in her throat. “You don’t understand, San. I have no choice, I can’t betray him, I can barely say no to him.”

He slowly pulled away and she took the opportunity to bring her hand to her face, wiping away the trail of tears.

Her head hurt, her eyes burned, her body was tired and she didn't know what to do. She was terrified.

"What do you mean by that?" He narrowed his eyes and she looked down, already knowing where he was going. “Can’t you say no to anything?”

She nodded silently.

It was difficult to speak out loud, even more so to relive everything she had been through with Seungho in recent years, even though she felt absolutely nothing for him other than contempt, touching those wounds hurt.

“If I dare to say no, this happens.” she pointed to her face.

San looked at her worriedly, his gaze more attentive than ever.

“Y/N…” she fell silent, waiting for him to continue. “Did he force you to do something you didn’t want to?”

San didn't need to say or emphasize the specific word because she didn't need to, she just lowered her head in shame. She couldn't look him in the eye.

"Yes." Y/N didn't even hear her own voice admit it.

All that seemed to have been enough for him, who was now shaking and keeping his hands clenched, the vein in his neck was popping out and he stared at the wall behind Y/N with hatred.

“I will kill him with my own hands.” he spoke slowly, getting ready to get up

"No!" she held San by the hand, preventing him from taking any steps. “San please don’t go.”

She despaired. That's what Kim was wanting.

After having "taught her a lesson", Seungho was very clear that he wouldn't stop until he killed San for having dared to touch what was his, for having had the audacity to kiss Y/N.

She couldn't even say anything, it wasn't like she was going to tell the truth about San's identity or else things would be much worse. Seungho wouldn't only kill San, he would torture him for finding out that he was the one she loved.

And she knew he wasn't joking, his bodyguards were in the lobby to make sure San wouldn't leave there. It didn't matter if he was alive or dead.

"Don't ask me-"

“Don’t leave me here alone.” She tried to get out of bed in a hurry but all she managed to do was trip over her own feet thanks to her throbbing leg.

San was faster and held her by the waist, helping her sit on the bed again very carefully.

“Y/N, don’t get up.” His hand stopped on her thigh, checking if she was okay.

“I just want to forget everything that happened.” she sighed, looking at him sadly.

Maybe it wasn't the best time for it, but San was the only person who could make her forget even her own name and that's what she needed.

“I want to be your Y/N again.” she touched his face, the words seemed to have an effect on him, he understood what she meant but was reluctant. “I just want to feel your touch, even if it’s for one night.”

Y/N's hands slowly trailed down his neck to his hard pecs and his eyes wavered momentarily.

“You’re hurt,” he reminded, voice lower. “I can't-” she put her finger to his mouth, shushing him.

“The only thing I can’t take anymore is this distance.”

San swallowed hard and held her wrist, still undecided whether to push her away or not. It was clear that he wanted this as much as she did, but he was afraid of hurting her.

“I thought that’s what you wanted to do in that pool.”

He looked at her firmly, reading if she had any trace of doubt, but when he realized that she was convinced of what she wanted, he brought his body closer to hers so slowly that it left her intoxicated and his hands went to her waist. 

His eyes focused on her mouth and he brought their faces closer, leaving her anxious for what was to come.

But San didn't rush things, quite the opposite, still without putting their lips together he ran his nose along the length of Y/N's face from one side to the other, feeling the soft texture of her skin against him, one he had never forgotten.

Y/N sighed and closed her eyes, her hands still on San's chest, and her heart beat even faster when she felt his lips gently touch hers, making her grab his shirt.

San kissed her carefully and affectionately, his warm, wet lips dictated a slow rhythm that indicated he was just savoring and making up for the time they had lost.

San broke the kiss and she was already panting, without the strength to open her eyes, and then he started a new kiss a little faster.

Y/N took the opportunity to bring him closer, pressing their bodies together and made him move, leaning forward, taking his hands from her waist to rest on the bed as their tongues finally met again, thirstier than ever.

Y/N hugged him around the waist with her legs while her hands went to his back, while San took the opportunity to rest his elbows on the mattress so that his body weight wouldn't hurt her.

He treated her like a porcelain doll, fragile to the point of breaking and although she found all that care very cute, it still wasn't what she wanted.

So, she grabbed his shirt and pulled it up, that useless piece of clothing was just getting in the way anyway, he broke the kiss just so he could take it off while her hands went back to his chest, going down to his abdomen that she stroked.

She felt his skin crawl between her fingers and smiled, now she could see perfectly how much he had worked out over the last few years and she just couldn't stop feeling the texture of his warm skin, as if she could memorize every inch.

"Surprised?" he asked, his husky voice making every hair in Y/N's body stand on end.

She bit her lower lip.

“Not quite the word I would use.”

San laughed softly and brought his face to her neck, where he began to distribute wet, hot kisses, making her rub her hips against his and scratch his abdomen while she closed her eyes.

“There’s someone desperate here.” he confirmed and bit her earlobe, making her squeak softly.

Not because it hurt, but because she liked it. Very much.

“You teased me enough at that party” she replied and he decided to move the kisses to her chin, smiling.

"Thank you love. Red looks great on you too.” He bit her chin as he spoke, now kissing her neck and chest even further. “But I prefer you in that bikini.” He moved the neckline of the dress she was wearing enough to sink his nose between her breasts and her hands automatically went to the back of his head. “Or maybe without it.”

One of San's hands found the end of her dress and began to lift the fabric, he moved his own torso enough to be able to remove the piece from her, which she desperately helped him pass over her own arms.

He took the opportunity to kneel on the bed and observe her in just her underwear, she felt not only her cheeks but her entire body heat up, he looked at her as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world, enough for her to forget the bruises on her face and body.

He tilted his body to stay on top of her, still without letting all his weight fall on her, he distributed kisses along the entire length of her shoulder while she sighed, she was at his mercy and just wanted to enjoy the caresses he distributed over her skin.

San could do whatever he wanted with her. It could be dangerous, uncertain and even wrong, but she wasn't strong enough to fight it and being there with him, she knew she would be okay.

After years she would finally be where she always dreamed, back in his arms being enveloped by the love he still showed for her, which seemed to be ever greater than the last time.

There with him, sighing and moaning his name, it was as if no time had passed.

[...]

Y/N slowly woke up, her body still hurt and her eyes burned from the brightness of the room. So she brought her hands to her face to rub her eyes. 

It was then that noticed she wasn't in the presidential suite, patted the other side of the bed that was empty and remembered the night before.

Taking the sheet that covered her body with her, she sat on the bed, brushing her hair away from her face and at the same moment San came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

She smiled discreetly as she stared at his bare and strong torso, memories of the previous night flooded her mind and her cheeks burned.

She had no reason to be shy, but she really was after what they had done last night.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty." San smiled widely and came over to give her a peck.

"Good morning." She replied and he stopped, looking at her with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Nothing, it's just that… it's good waking up with you by my side."

She smiled, feeling like a fool in love.

"You say like you never slept with me."

"Well, when we were dating everyone thought we didn't sleep together." he shrugged and sat next to her on the bed, tucking her hair behind her ear. “That we were two inexperienced innocents.”

"That's because no one knew you were a pervert." she replied jokingly and his fingers moved to her shoulder, giving her a nice caress.

"You didn't complain about that pervert." He pouted and she laughed, tilting her head.

"Because I love him." she replied, moving closer to kiss him.

However, before they could make an intense noise of sirens could be heard throughout the hotel.

Y/N pulled away, scared looking around as if she could guess what was happening and San sighed.

"What is that?" she asked more to herself and watched as he got up from the bed.

"I wish I had told you sooner."

She frowned.

"Told what?" asked but San didn't respond immediately, he approached the suitcase that was on top of the armchair in the room and opened it, taking the towel off his waist and leaving himself in just his underwear in front of Y/N who was watching him curiously.

She saw San put on dark pants and then a white t-shirt, which really highlighted his torso, but the shock came when he took off a vest and she felt her jaw drop when she realized it was bulletproof, she knew because she saw the word police written on the front. 

Feeling her head spin, she had to put her hand on the bed to keep herself standing, or in this case, sitting.

"San, what is this?" the weak voice asked and he finished putting on his shoe.

"Come with me." he asked and she looked at him confused. "Do you trust me?"

She didn't even need to think about the answer.

"Always."

San approached the bed and reached out to her, Y/N held it and got up from the bed.

He separated his own clothes for her to wear besides her thin dress and she did so, still not understanding what was happening, San made her wear a blazer that looked huge on her but covered most of the bruises on her arm.

He took her out of the room and they took the elevator, she was distressed because San didn't say what was happening even there alone, keeping his hand on her waist and his expression too calm.

She was already internally biting her cheek and when she got out of the elevator she saw that the place was full of police officers, uniformed and armed.

Y/N followed with her gaze a police officer who passed in front of her with a very large gun, hearing San's low laugh that made her continue walking forward.

In the hotel lobby, she was able to get a sense of the situation. Several of Seungho's henchmen were kneeling on the floor with their hands on top of their heads while some of the police officers watched them quite angrily, others walked around the hotel looking for something.

"Detective Choi."

Y/N turned her head so fast it made a noise, San patted her back before reaching out to the approaching police officer.

"Kang." he greeted his colleague, adopting a more serious pose.

"Everything is in order, the evidence and witnesses are being taken now."

San nodded and the officer turned his attention to Y/N. "And Miss-"

"Don't worry, I'll walk her to the police station myself." San spoke firmly as her eyes widened.

Police station? Would she go to the police station?

The police officer nodded and left, leaving San and Y/N alone.

"What is happening?" she asked quietly, and he held her shoulders gently.

"Follow me." she wanted to understand what was happening but his eyes said that everything would be fine and she believed it.

That's why she silently agreed and let San take her outside, towards a black car, he opened the passenger door for her and she got in without question. San got in on the other side and started the car while Y/N put her hands together to play with her fingers, waiting for him to start talking.

“Where do you want me to start?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the street.

Y/N shrugged, laughing lightly.

"You are cop." she confirmed and looked at him, seeing him nod his head.

“When you broke up with me 7 years ago, I knew something was wrong.” he took a deep breath. “I was always convinced that you would never do that to me if you didn't have a very strong reason, we always talked about plans for our future and one night you just didn't want it anymore?” He glanced at her, seeing that she was immersed in the explanation, he continued “The next day, I returned to your house, I was determined to talk to you more calmly but when I arrived at the corner I saw that you were leaving with your bags from home, what surprised me most was the fact that you said goodbye to your mother but you didn't even look at your father's face.”

Y/N took a deep breath. That scene of saying goodbye to her parents was like a blur in her head, the only thing she remembered was that she began to understand the meaning of being alone.

“Your father was your hero, your rock and you simply ignored him before getting into a car that had never been in your house before.”

“It wasn’t the easiest day of my life.” she commented, resting her head on the car seat.

“I know, me either.” San stopped the car at the traffic lights and turned to face her. “That’s why after I saw you driving away in that car, I knocked on the door.”

Y/N's jaw dropped.

"What?"

“Your mother answered, she was devastated but it seemed like she knew I was going to show up, when I walked in… Your father was drinking, he was crying and saying he had destroyed your life.”

Y/N felt her nose itch, indicating that her eyes were about to water.

“I asked them to explain to me what was happening, I don’t know, I wanted to be able to help in some way.” he shrugged and the car started moving again, with San turning his attention to the street again. “Your father told me he bet you on a game, that he was an addict and that he had lost the only thing that mattered. At first I didn’t want to believe it.” he laughed, humorlessly. “That was the script for an Italian mobster movie, but your mother confirmed the version and said they were forced to hand it over to you or else everyone would suffer the consequences.”

She took a deep breath, staring into space.

That was the truth.

She never chose Seungho, she was forced to or he would start killing everyone she loved, starting with her father. 

“After a few days of crying like a teenager I was, I went to talk to Hongjoong. His uncle was a police officer and heard the story, he told me who the Kim family was and what Seungho was capable of since at the time he was starting to take over a good part of the west of the city. He told me that there were rumors among the police that he had gone after your father and instigated his addiction to cards because he wanted to have you.” she swallowed. She already knew this version of the story and still reacted the same way. “He had become obsessed with you and had done everything on purpose. I was so angry, I had never felt such hatred as I did that day. I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling that.”

Y/N looked at him, there was a certain anger in San's words and his jaw was clenched.

“That day I promised myself that I would take revenge, that I would make him pay for everything he had done to you, for stealing your life. Our life.”

San looked at her and smiled sadly.

“And I joined the police, I wanted to do things the right way.” she smiled lightly, it was obvious to her. San was always very correct. “But it wasn’t that easy. I needed to prove to everyone that I was capable, I went through a lot of things in the police to reach the day when I would finally have the opportunity to start investigating the Kim family.”

“And you didn’t deny that chance.” It wasn't a question.

San parked the car and she looked outside, seeing that they were already at the police station, he rested his arm on the steering wheel and turned towards her.

“I couldn’t, we would only have this opportunity to catch him. He didn't know my face, he didn't know who I was, we created a way to bring our team closer to him. And it worked, he believed it.”

She took off her belt and turned to San.

“You already knew you would find me.”

He nodded and held one of her hands, giving it a gentle caress.

“I know it will seem strange but I followed your every step, It was part of the investigation.”

She felt a shiver run down the back of her neck.

“Am I going to be arrested?”

San pressed his lips together in a thin line and brought his hand to caress her face.

“No, you are the main witness in this case, everyone knows that you were just one of his victims. With all the evidence I've gathered, you're all clear. But you need to tell the police everything you know.”

Y/N felt butterflies in her stomach and took a deep breath.

“Okay, if that’s what I have to do to end this story once and for all.” she nodded and he smiled widely at her. “What about last night…”

He laughed, scratching the back of his head with his free hand.

“Well, you don’t need to say.”

She laughed too.

San approached and kissed her forehead, making her sigh.

“I’m here with you and I’m not going anywhere.”

“I thought it was impossible for me to love you more, but I do.” she shrugged and saw his eyes light up, just like they did last night. “If I stayed sane all these years, it was thanks to you.”

San kissed the tip of her nose.

“I would do anything for you, to keep you safe. I love you, Y/N.”

“What about us?”

"Us?" he pretended to think for a moment and she narrowed her eyes, smiling. “I think we still have a lot to make up for.”

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The taste of Red Wine part 9 (second half)

A/N: Right here is the second half of chapter 9, I’m starting to actually like where the plot is going so far. Y/N’s going to be badass real soon and I like the new drama I’ve created in this part, so enjoy~

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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, brutality, gunshots, physical violence, smoking, strippers, mature content, sexual assaults, murder

Summary: You moved into your friend’s apartment where you temporary stay in the hopes of forgetting your toxic ex-boyfriend. An uncomfortable encounter at the nightclub leads you to meet two women who you befriend. After some time you’ve decided to take a flight to China to visit your family along with Renjun and his acquaintances.

Y/N decides to form a new group, entering the Mafia world with her own power.

Last edited: On the 13th of August 2022

Wordcount: 3,905

A few days had passed…

“Sir. Lock-on the left guy in the corner,” Taehyung spoke into his hearing device. “Got it,” Yoongi targeted the guy as he shot him. The guy fell to the ground as Jimin walked towards him. “Boss, this doesn’t seem to be the one,” Jimin said, checking the wounded guy.

Crap. I thought that I had finally gotten a hold of Jayden again. But I missed my target.

“Yo! Come on, I heard the shots coming from here! Our hideout has been busted!” Some men yelled as they ran. “Boss, what should we do?” Taehyung asked, looking over at Yoongi for his response. Fuck. These 3-man-cell missions aren’t going so well.

“Burn it.” Yoongi said coldly, “burn it all away, make sure none of them gets to run away anymore.” He poured bottles of alcohol on the ground.

What’s Suga thinking of? This decision is rather rash. Jimin thought. “Kim, how many are there?”

“Around 5-8 men, but I’ve lured them back into the place. It’s up to you and Suga to finish everything now.” Taehyung said, walking to their vehicle.

“Fuck! It’s the Bangtan! We have to get out of here!” A guy shouted as Yoongi shot him. “This is bad, we can’t get out of here!” Another guy yelled desperately.

“Park,” Yoongi looked over as he nodded, “got it, Sir,” Jimin said as they both threw a lighter and a matchstick to the ground. The entire place began to burn as the two of them got out through a large hole in the ceiling.

“Come on, get in, JK reported to me that the GOT7 are waiting for us at the mansion,” Taehyung said, pulling up as they drove away.

“Min Suga, aren’t you missing a member of yours?” Jaebeom asked, looking around as Yoongi sighed. “We’re back to being a four-man group, Jaebeom.”

“What? So Ms. Y/N isn’t here anymore?” Jackson got up as he was surprised. “Noona doesn’t work for us anymore and we’ve severed all ties with her, Mr. Wang,” Jungkook replied as he looked down.

“How come?” Jackson asked as Yoongi clenched his fist when Jimin looked over, “look Wang, let it go.”

“We need your assistance, JK’s recovery isn’t taking too long. And I need to run as four members if I want any chance of chasing Seth Mikeson down.”

Jaebeom sighed before nodding. “The last time we did a deal the WayV almost got us, remember?” Yoongi nodded, running his tongue at the front teeth. “I know, but I got us all saved, right?”

“Listen if you don’t want to help I understand, but I’ll hand you over twice the money if you do.”

“Okay Min Suga, I’ll negotiate. But I need an explanation, we can discuss it just you and me in your office.” Jaebeom said, getting up from the couch as he walked upstairs.

“So tell me the reason why you severed all ties with Ms. Y/N, did she turn out to be a threat to you in the end?” Jaebeom asked, looking at Yoongi as he shook his head slightly. “I’ll tell you the whole story and what happened.”

“…She was never a threat, but she decided to leave us.” Yoongi conveyed as he finished addressing the whole situation to Jaebeom. “Our encounter with the Way V Gang was also partially the reason for her departure.” He sighed, looking at the window as Jaebeom scoffed.

“Min Suga, I’ll lend a hand in your upcoming mission. Want to go out for a drink?” He asked when Yoongi turned around. “Sure, let’s go,” he said, grabbing his car keys as the two of them walked out of the office.

“Boss going out to drink?” Jimin asked, sipping on boba milk tea. “Yeah, I’m going out drinking with Jaebeom. I might need you to pick me up later.” Yoongi said, leaving with Jaebeom when Jackson walked into the kitchen.

“So it’s true, huh? Y/N left you all?” Jackson asked, drinking from his water bottle as Jimin nodded, “Boss doesn't want to talk about Y/N or ever mention her name again. She has become a stranger to us now.” He explained as he simply nodded. “Alright, understood Park.”

“I suppose you don’t want to talk about Y/N, but I can’t help but wonder,” The bartender handed him two Soju bottles. “Do you still have any feelings for that woman, Suga?” He asked, pouring the Soju into the two shot glasses as he drank his shot. “You know that my personal relationship doesn’t concern you, Jaebeom,” Yoongi scoffed, drinking the shot.

“I know but you seem so different now. I don’t want you to get too soft over an ordinary woman, Suga,” He said as Yoongi scoffed, “Y/N was no ordinary woman, she was special. She was willing to sacrifice her own life if it meant that the Way V wouldn’t get our location or information on us, she was my first love in high school but I knew her way back in kindergarten.” The two Mafia bosses continued drinking for hours when Jaebeom dialed Jackson’s number, telling him to pick him up.

“Jesus, Boss you sure drank a lot tonight,” Jimin sighed, wrapping Yoongi’s arm around his neck. “Shaddap…” He mumbled, completely drunk as he helped him out of the car. “I’ve received a call from a client. They seem to have a small job for us.” Jimin informed him as he started the engine and began to drive. “I’ll look at it tomorrow–” Yoongi groaned, drinking a bit of water bottle. “–Boss, I believe it’s an urgent job, please just check your mail once we’re home.” He advised as he scoffed at his member’s response.

Yoongi scoffed heavily, sitting in his office chair before frowning. He checked his mail.

Dear Min Suga

[I’m writing this because I and my daughter are in a dangerous situation, my stalker whom I’ve reported several times to the police for theft and sexual assaults. He won’t leave me alone. The police have arrested him before but he is out of jail after two weeks.

His name is Nathan Jones, I haven’t been able to sleep or live in peace. He has always found my address and workplace.

I’ve moved 4 times because of him, please do something about him. I don’t care if you may end up killing him, I just want to live safely with my daughter. I’m willing to pay a lot of money to your group for this favor, my number is 09 01 19 92.

Please contact me as soon as you’ve read my message.]

- Christina W.

“Another one of these human scumbags, huh?” He finished reading it and scoffed then he dialed the number immediately. I don’t know if she went to bed. I mean it’s almost 4:00 AM…

“Hello…”

“Hey. This is Min Suga, from the Bangtan Gang. I’ve read your mail, I’m willing to take this job request. Are you available after 3 PM?”

“Uh, that’s bad timing I have to pick up my daughter from kindergarten at that time. Can I request to meet with one of your members around 1 PM at the “Ewha Womans Univ.” station and meet up in your office?” The woman suggested as Yoongi nodded. “We can do that. Is there anything else?”

“Regarding the payment, how much do I owe you?”

“The Bangtan usually solves the payment inside my office, but I can assure you this isn’t going to cost you a lot. Hmm, expect it to be between 5,000-10,000₩. I’ll talk more in detail when we meet in person, right now I’m too drunk.” Yoongi scoffed as the woman giggled a little, “alright that’s a deal. I’ll hang up now, see you tomorrow Mr. Min,” She said before hanging up.

Yoongi rolled his neck, opening his laptop as he typed the information into his word document, “right this client’s name is Christina W. and this job is regarding a sexual assaulter, hmm.”

Fuck, I got so fucking wasted. I could barely even focus during that call. Yoongi thought to himself, shaking his head as he walked over to the couch, kicking his shoes off as he lay on it before falling asleep.

It was Tuesday the 2nd of June 2020. “Morning, I’ve made us breakfast Hoseok,” I said, gently patting his hair as he growled, turning around in his bed. “Alright, I’ll be up in a second,” He said in his tired, raspy voice as I left his bedroom.

“So I’m going to stay at Jisoo’s place, I’ll move my clothes and belongings by tomorrow, what time is your dance class?”

“Heh, it’s at 8:00 PM, but do you need me to help with moving your boxes or such?”

“I’d appreciate it, Hobi, but the ladies will help me. Have fun with your dance crew, okay?” I said, eating my Kimchi scallion pancakes. “Roseanne and Lisa?” He asked, eating his pancakes as I nodded, “also Jisoo now that she’s back in Seoul,” I smiled.

Yoongi woke up to the harsh light shimmering through the blinds as he grumbled. He checked the time as it indicated 8:49 AM. “Fuck,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I should’ve drank so much last night,” he got up as he left the office and went to the bathroom and pissed into the toilet. Yoongi started the shower and began undressing, he threw his clothes into the basket as it was filled with previously worn clothes.

He finished showering as he put on a clean pair of boxers, a white tank top, and some loose Adidas grey sweatpants. He went downstairs to make his usual Americano. “Morning, Hyung,” Jungkook said, grabbing banana milk out of the refrigerator. “Mornin’ Jungkook, you’re up quite early, how’s your arm?”

“Yeah, I was working out earlier. I’m starting to feel a bit better, I think I can finally start going on missions again. My wound has almost healed.”

“That’s good to know, I have a meeting with a client later at 1 PM. It’s regarding a sexual assaulter and stalker.” Jungkook looked at him as they nodded, “another one of those, huh?”

“Yeah, I think me and him should be able to locate the asshole, no problem. But I might have to get help from GOT7 to make sure he’s gone for good.”

“Alright, want me to help with anything?” Jungkook asked as he nodded, “once the client’s here I want you to do some investigation on recent and the most sexual assault attacks in the districts of Seoul. Send the report to my mail.” Yoongi commanded as he went to his office.

“Hello, Mr. Min,” the woman walked inside Yoongi’s office and bowed. “Hello Ms. W. welcome, please have a seat,” Yoongi pointed at the empty chair in front of his desk. “Thanks, let me describe what this crazy stalker looks like.” She said, placing a few polaroids on the stalker as he scoffed. “Seen this bastard before can’t believe the cops have already released him again.” He sighed, adjusting his glasses as he began typing into his laptop. “You and your daughter are living safely now, right?” Christina nodded, “yeah, but I’m worried he might find us soon again.” she held her hands together nervously as he looked at her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he won’t be a problem anymore,” Yoongi said, “how do I pay you?” she asked as he placed a piece of paper with the transaction number. “You can pay after I’ve gotten rid of him, just make sure you take care of your daughter and yourself,” Yoongi said, looking at her as she nodded. “Thank you, Min Suga.”

“You said this bastard has been hanging around this strip club?” Yoongi spoke to Jackson as he pointed at the back door. “Yeah, JK has dug some valuable information that Nathan Jones was seen at this club frequently,” Jackson said, pulling his mask on. “Right, so I’ll go and ask the strippers around if they’ve seen him,” he said, walking inside as he looked around before turning his hearing device on. “You know, Mr. Suga that Candy girl of yours is here too–”

“–Jackson, focus on our mission I don’t have time for unnecessary drama, tell me once you’ve found him,” Yoongi said coldly into the earpiece.

Jackson walked around as one of the strippers approached him, he nodded and walked into the room. “Suga, one of the girls told me that Nathan will be here in 6 minutes, be on the watch,” he reported as Yoongi looked around. When he felt someone wrapping their arms around his chest, “Oppa, it’s been a while where have you been?~” The woman cooed, caressing his chest as he turned around to see Candy standing in front of him.

“Candy… I don’t have time to talk to you right now,” He said, walking away from her as he walked past the crowd. “Oppa, you’re no fun,” she said, holding onto his wrist as she leaned in, pressing her chest against his arm as he glared at her.

“Suga, he’s here, he’s the guy wearing the brown leather jacket and in tight ripped skinny jeans,” Jackson reported via the earpiece as Yoongi nodded, putting his mask on and pulling out his revolver. Candy quickly backed away from him as he began shooting Nathan several times as everyone in the club began fleeting. “Fuck, who are you?” Nathan spoke, looking up slightly when Yoongi pulled him by the hair before lowering his mask. “Min Suga, however not that it matters because I’m killing you now.” He scoffed before pointer the gun at his forehead as he shot him dead.

“Hello, Taehyung please call our client. I’ve successfully gotten rid of her abuser.” Yoongi said before hanging up as he stood outside of the nightclub. “Where are you going, handsome?~” Candy asked, drinking from her glass of beer. “You should not hang around here, it’s dangerous,” he scoffed slowly walking away as she pulled him by the sleeve. “Did you by any chance break it up with that girl of yours…?” She leaned and whispered into his ear as he turned his cheek to glare at her. “What was her name? Y/N was it?” Yoongi clenched his fist as he began walking away, not answering her questions.

“Jackson, let’s go,” Yoongi said coldly as he nodded, “what about the body of Nathan?” he asked, looking at the back door as Yoongi sighed and opened the door. “I’ll let that fucker rot there, besides I haven’t left any obvious evidence of us there. Taehyung has hacked their CCTV system for us so we’re both clear.” He explained, starting the engine as they drove off to the mansion.

For now, I’m currently staying at Jisoo’s apartment. She had just returned from attending various fashion events in Spain. I had the entire apartment for myself as she was visiting her family in Gyeonggi.

I decided to go to the nightclub “NB1 & NB2” in Hongdae by myself after that horrible breakup with Daniel. 

The music played loudly as I shook my hips while dancing to Mommae by Jay Park. It’s been a while since I last went to a nightclub by myself. “Hey, the name’s Chad,” A random guy said, walking up to me as he had his hand on my waist I turned around, lashing his hand away. “Shit, why so feisty?” Chad said as I scoffed, glaring at him. “Fuck off, Chad,” I said, walking away when he grabbed me by the hair I screamed when he looked into my eyes.

“Shit, hasn’t that ex of yours taught you to not cuss?” The crowd around us gasped and backed up as they seemed to fear Chad. “Let fucking go of me, you asshole.” I grit my teeth together.

“Say you’re Daniel’s bitch, right?” Chad chuckled, “he’s been searching for you, have you been hiding from him?” I felt tears form in my eyes as his grip tensed in my hair, “if you play nicely then I promise I won’t tell him where you’ve been staying lately–”

Suddenly I heard Chad groan when he fell to the ground, his grip loosened as I turned around to see a woman with a black blazer, Gucci t-shirt, and tight leather pants stepping on him with her black stiletto heel. “–Oh my, why is it always you that I run into whenever there’s a ruckus in the club, Chad?” She asked, applying pressure on the heel as he groaned. Crap. Seulgi K. and her other bitch… He thought.

“You okay?” A tall woman asked as she wrapped an arm around me as I nodded, “yeah, thanks for saving me you two,” I managed to mumble when Chad glared at me as the woman removed her foot, she walked in front of his head as she crouched down, her silver necklace dangling in front of him as he gasped.

“Listen Chad… If you value your life I’d run away right away now.” She whispered as his eyes widened. “Crap, it’s those bitches…” Chad mumbled before getting up and running away. I looked at her as she patted her lap, “he didn’t touch you inappropriately did he?” The woman asked as I shook my head slightly, “he did but thanks you for sorting him out for me,”

“It’s no biggie, me and Seulgi have seen way too many fuckers like him,” The tall woman explained as I nodded, “by the way, I’m Joy and this is Seulgi,” she said, pointing at the woman with the Gucci t-shirt on. “It’s nice to meet you both, call me Y/N,” I said, bowing slightly as Joy smiled. My eyes were focused on Seulgi’s silver necklace, its silver cursive font ‘RV’ caught my attention as it seemed to spell out a brand of some sort.

“You should be careful whenever you’re in Hongdae, okay?” Seulgi said, escorting me to her car. “There’s been a lot of sexual assaults recently in this area,” Joy said, sitting next to her as I nodded, looking down slightly. “Where do you want me to drop you off, Y/Nssi?” Seulgi asked, driving as I looked in the mirror. “Ah, “Yongsan” station, please,” I mumbled, looking at the window. “You seemed quite upset and frustrated earlier…” Joy added as I sighed before explaining that I had broken up with my ex-boyfriend and came to the club to forget about him.

“Wah, that sucks, I’m sorry that happened to you Y/Nssi,” Seulgi said, handing me a box with Kleenex as I accepted it before wiping my tears away. “He’s absolute trash if I ever stumble upon him I’ll make sure to kill him, Unnie,” Joy swore as I chuckled a bit. “Eheh, thanks I’m just grateful that I’m not staying with him anymore.” After some time of chatting and trashing my ex-boyfriend, I felt a lot better. “Say Y/N, next time let’s go to a nightclub or karaoke bar together,” Joy said as the vehicle stopped near the station, “oh I would love that!” I said while getting out.

“Thanks, girls for everything,” I said, bowing my head sincerely as Seulgi smiled, “no worries, we women need to have each others’ backs, here’s my number Y/Nssi,” she said, handing me a red piece of paper with her number on it. “Thanks, you two, have a wonderful night,” I smiled, waving as they drove off as I went upstairs to the 5th floor.

About a month had passed as it was the 1st of July 2020. “Well, I’ll see you guys in about a month, okay?” I said, pulling the handle to my baggage as I looked at Namjoon, Hoseok, Jisoo, and Roseanne. I stood in front of the airport security checkpoint when I looked back at them. “Aww, Y/N and Renjun have fun, okay?” Roseanne crossed her arms and smiled as I hugged her. “Make sure to take a lot of pictures and tell me all about the great memories you’ve created once you’re back again, Y/N,” Jisoo said whilst hugging me softly as I nodded. “Tell your family that I said hi, take good care you two, okay Renjun?” Namjoon said as Renjun nodded, holding onto his baggage's handle, “don’t worry, with Y/N around I know we’ll be okay.”

I looked over at Hoseok as he gave me a big hug, “see you in a month, don’t forget to bring my snacks, okay, Y/Nie?” He chuckled as I nodded as Renjun took a hold of my hand, “come on, Jie or we’ll be late,” he said as I looked at him with a soft smile.

“Alright see you guys, I’ll text you as soon as we’ve landed safely,” I said, putting my sunglasses on when Renjun walked through the checkpoint I took a few steps before waving and blowing kisses to my friends. “Bye-bye,” they all waved as I walked through the gate along with him.

“Heh, I’m going to miss them so much,” I said to Renjun as we stood on the horizontal escalator. “That’s only natural, heh,” he chuckled before leaning in as I placed a small kiss on his cheek. “Anyways, it’s a private jet, right?” I said as he hummed. “Let’s hurry, Lucas and Hendery are waiting for us,” I tugged some hair behind my ear as I sent a text message.

“Hey, Hyejin, we are about to head to the plane I’ll call you once we’re at the hotel.”

I walked to the counter I placed my passport, and they scanned it and let me go through Renjun soon after followed by. “Are you nervous, Jie?” Renjun asked, holding my hand as we looked at the flight of stairs leading to the private jet. “No. Not when I’m with you, Renjun,” I smiled, softly caressing my thumb over his hand.

“Long time no see Ms. Meílíng,” Hendery said, smiling slightly as I walked up and took my sunglasses off. “Likewise, Mr. Wong,” I said, handing him my baggage as he took it. “Hey, Lucas and Yuqi,” I greeted them as she smiled, “Hey, Y/N you look so pretty!” I smiled, sitting next to the window. “You look quite stunning yourself, darling,” I said as Renjun sat next to me.

“Prepare for take-off,” The pilot said. “Thanks for choosing to fly with Way V’s private jet, I’m Qian Kun your pilot, please fasten your seatbelts.”

“Great news, I’ve booked you two a 5 stars hotel in Shanghai, named “Pudong Shangri-La” it’s nearby the Shanghai Tower.” Yugi giggled, smiling as she looked at the window in her office. “Thanks, Yuqi,” I said, putting my phone on flight mode as we were about to take off. “It’s going to be so nice to be away from Seoul,” Renjun exclaimed, rolling his head back as I chuckled and scrolled through Tik Tok on my phone. “Can’t wait to visit my family in Jilin,” he exclaimed as I smiled. “Can’t wait to see my family either.” I giggled, cuddling with him as he smiled brightly.

It’s unbelievable to see myself working with Kunhang and his gang despite the things that have happened between us. But I’m taking this opportunity to gain strength and get back at the Bangtan by teaming up with Huang Xuxi, Huang Guanheng, and Huang Renjun.

“Bye Seoul,” I mumbled to the window, lowering my sunglasses as the jet began to take off.

I blinked before getting lost in my thoughts. Bye, Min Yoongi…

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#Yoongi Fanfic: The Taste of Red Wine #Min Yoon Gi #Suga #Min Yoongi #Min Yoongi Fanfic #Yoongi Imagine #BTS Fanfic #BTS Fan Fiction #K-pop Fanfic #Yoongi x Y/N #Yoongi x Reader #Kim Jisoo #BlackPink #Bangtan Seonyandan #Red Velvet #Park Sooyoung #Kang Seulgi #Y/N #Mafia AU #Fanfiction #Kpop Fanfiction #WayV #Huang Renjun #Huang Guanheng #Huang Xuxi #K-pop

[sugarushsuga]

100 Followers drabble Game

Hello lovelies,

About two weeks ago I reached the 100 followers milestone. But because real life is just being really overwhelming, I couldn’t celebrate it. I’m still navigating the chaos, but things are getting better.

I have a few wips that I’m working on or editing, but since I need a little more time to finish them up, I don’t have anything scheduled to be posted for the upcoming weeks so, I decided to celebrate the milestone opening my requests for a drabble game.

Please read the rules bellow.

Requests will be open from August 4th to August 26th.

I’ll be posting the drabbles as I finish them.

I’ll only take requests from the 100 ways to say I love you list.

You can pick a member from GOT7 or BTS (these are the groups I write for).

Please pick only one number per request.

I want to complete the list so if I get more than one request for the same number, I’ll pick the one who is more interesting to me to write it (I may write more than one if I really like the ideas).

You may request a specific au. (i.e., Soulmates, vampire, Royal, idol verse, etc.)

All requests will be fluff, there may be smut or a little angst but all of them FLUFF.

If you want to see more about any of my existing characters you can pick them too, just let me know (i.e.: IYOW-Namjoon, GOT House-Mark, etc.)

You may also request something from a couple of one of my wips that have yet to be announced or released, bellow is a list of all the existing and the non-released ones:

Existing characters:

GOT House – All members

Possibly- Jaebum

GTSZAbAHaGV-Vampire Yoongi (wherever you go)

Wail – Royal Hoseok

IYOW – Journalist Namjoon

Idol verse - all members GOT7 and BTS

Non released WIP:

Royal BTS – 7 Kingdoms (Series on hiatus)

Untiled – Gosht! AU – Yoongi

PF – Fake dating -Jungkook

Untitled – arranged marriage – Jimin

Untitled – Mafia - Hoseok

Requests your Drabble - please don’t forget the number

Thanks,

Mell ♥

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[jadededge]

Tear You Apart | GOT7xOC

Pairing:  GOT7 x OC

Genre: Demon/Mafia AU, Romance, Smut

Rating: M

Summary: Jaebeom and Yugyeom are "running an errand" when the most delectable scent that he ever smelled hit Yugyeom like a ton of bricks. Yugyeom stops JayB and soon he smells it. They look across the street and see the her. They stalk her for awhile and finally get the chance to manufacture a meet with her.

Wattpad | AO3    (will likely always update these 2 places first)  

Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

"It's just up the block here." Jaebeom said walking with Yugyeom trailing just behind.

On this particular morning, the leader and the youngest were on their way to confront a member of the organization about stealing. They'd probably leave with a finger or two. Make sure he got the message.

A slight breeze blows and Yugyeom stops. Jaebeom turns and looks at him, "what's wrong?"

"Don't you smell that." He sniffs the air. "Fuuck. It smells so good."

Jaebeom raises a brow wondering what the hell YG was talking about but then he smells it too. Jesus. He thought. Funny coming from him but that's how good it smelled. "Yeah I do. Who is that?"

The other mission abandoned, they scan the street for the source. As they look across the way, they spot you walking. It had to be her. They speed to the other side of the road and stalk behind her.

The good thing about being a hybrid is how well you can blend in. Not only were they human in many aspects but they were predators as well. Able to conceal their true selves and built to hunt. She never even noticed them.

They follow her the rest of the afternoon and finally call it a day but not before they get one of their guys to continue following her and report back.

"We've got to try to do this differently. If she gets scared, she'll run." Jaebeom explains to Yugyeom in the car on the way home. "It'll be so much better if she's willing. No compulsion. No holding her captive. None of that."

"Just a little light stalking." Yugyeom quibs with a small laugh but ultimately agrees, "you're right hyung but I want her so bad. What if she says no?" His eyes go dark.

Jaebeom sighs, "then we let her go." His hands tighten on the wheel, knuckles white. Can we do that, Can I do that? He knew that they needed to be better.

Every potential new mate for them ended up broken because it was all just too much. The manipulations, the compulsions, the constant attention. In the end, it broke them all, whether mentally or physically. And they were lonely. Fooling around with someone to satisfy their needs was nothing. Yes, it satiated the hunger, the thirst but only temporarily. They knew they needed to find the one.

As if reading his mind Yugyeom comforts Jaebeom, "but I think this is it. She's just too perfect not to be."

Once home with their brothers, they explain to them what they smelled. What they saw.

"When can we meet her?" Jackson asks excitedly.

"We don't even know her name yet." Jaebeom rolls his eyes. "Think we need to get the basics first."

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[cherryeol04]

Looking for RP Partner

💖Intro💖

 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.

🔞 Partners must be at least 19+!🔞*

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*

I love long replies and I do enjoy giving them as well. However, I understand that sometimes you can't always give long responses, and that's okay too. I just ask no one-liners

Currently looking for MxM pairings and plots!*

I do not stick to one plot!

This just means I'm open to having more than one plot going with many different face claims. So if you would like to plot a pirate au with Hongjoong from Ateez and a wolf au with Chanyeol from EXO, I'm the person for you!

Currently there is no limit for the amount of plots I will do with one person.

I control more than one character

This is different from god-modding

This just means that in our plot, I can (and prefer) to control more than one character. So while my main face claim may be Chan from Stray Kids, I may also play Felix and Seungmin to add a little more substance and character development to the plot. 

While I would like for you to also have more than one character, I don’t expect it of you if you’re not comfortable with it. 

With regards to NPCs (the barista working at the café they visit, or the random people they meet along the way), either one of us can control them at any time as long as it’s to move the plot along.

Preferred platforms:

Line

Discord

As of right now, I think that's everything. Again, if you're interested, pm me! If you have any questions, also pm me!!

⚜ OC Information ⚜

Age: 25+

Time zone: -5 EST

Work Schedule: Mon-Fri 8-5

Replies may be sporadic throughout the week, with the majority of replies coming in the evening time.

Weekends will bring more replies, unless I have plans with friends/family or I’m on call for work

My face claims are never set. So if you're looking for a specific person, please review the list of face claims I rp and let me know. Otherwise I'll base my face claims on what the plot is.

❣ 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.

-----------------

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. 

If you have made this far down, thank you so much!!! If you're interested at all in rping, please send me a dm or an ask! I'm looking for long term partners to create beautiful worlds together! 💖

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[marshmallow-phd]

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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