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delphiealmond · 2 months

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Chaos By A Rose Bush

Pairings ᯓ★ Lee Jeno x Park Jisung / Johnny Suh x Na Jaemin / Mark Lee x Na Jaemin / Johnny Suh x Xiaojun / Wong Yukhei x Wu Yifan / Kim Jungwoo x Lee Taemin / Ten Lee x Lee Taeyong

Synopsis ᯓ★ Ten Lee is a simple guy who moved to Korea to fulfill his dream job as a doctor. Lee Taeyong is trying to keep everyone safe as much as he can. Wong Yukhei is trying to take over the world. Neozone is well known for keeping the streets of Seoul, South Korea safe. though the people think otherwise. Neozone creates deals with other mafia groups that try to fight against them, and Neozone is known to take down other mafia groups that try to cross their path. Except for one. Lumidome is China's most wanted Mafia group. They are the most dangerous, with members who are strong, smart, independent and dangerous. They want Korean territory. Will Neozone be able to protect their home from invaders?

Warnings ᯓ★ 18+, Swearing, guns, shooting, Blood

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CHAPTER ONE (3.6k)

Wong Yukhei looked out at the shimmering stars above Sha Tin District. It was a late night as he stood on his complex balcony. His elbows rested against the railing as he looked among the city lights. It was going to be a long time before he saw Sha Tin District again. He was headed to Seoul in the next few hours. Even though he was infatuated with his position and where they were seated, it didn’t fit with his satisfaction of expanding globally.

Lumidome. One of the highest-ranking mafia groups in China, or even among the top ten in the world. People didn’t understand the position of the mafia. Tested their limits and only found out when it was too late of what they were capable of. They overthrew their rivals in a matter of hours in one single night. Their leader, Yukhei, was known to be cold, stone-faced. He had a temper if someone messed with him the wrong way. A person was lucky enough to see the day light at all if they pissed him off.

“Yifan, reports?”

Yukhei’s voice was emotionless as he turned to face the older man sitting on a red velvet couch, wine glass in hand. Yifan had been with Yukhei since they were in middle school. His demeanor didn’t faze Yifan, he was used to the younger being stone faced. He had promised to follow Yukhei in all his activities. Whether they be bad or good. And he just wound up to be part of the bad.

Yifan swirled the wine in his glass before he took a sip.

“Our position here in China will remain the same. Everything will run as per usual. A jet is ready to take off whenever you seize to be ready, boss. Passing through the Korean border shouldn’t be an issue, and if we leave soon, there’s a chance we could be there before midnight.” He replied professionally. His eyes glanced at the younger’s cold expression.

Yukhei hummed in response with a small nod. He expected nothing more and nothing less from the one he trusted most. He leaned against the railing, his arms crossing over his chest as he eyed the older.

“What’s on your mind?”

Yifan set the glass down on the table in front of the sofa before he leaned back, crossing his leg over his knee.

“What we’ll do once we arrive in Korea.” Yifan replied honestly. There was no need to tell a lie to the younger one whose eyes were glued to him.

“Well, we will do exactly what we did once we arrived here.” Yukhei pushed himself off of the railing and stepped inside. “Take over and rise to power. And with you by my side, it should be easy.” He ran a hand through the others blond locks. An act that Yifan grew accustomed to over the years.

“You will be by my side, right?” He muttered. Yifan gave a soft expression to the younger.

“Always by your side.”

“Good. Because I want you to be with me when I take over the world.” Yifan hummed.

“Who is our next target?”

“Simple. Neozone.”

The sun was just setting as a perfect evening ended in a small little pet shop in the center of Seoul. The glow of the sunlight and the colours of the night settling in glimmered through the store windows as Ten went around, making sure to give the pets food for the evening. With the occasional pet to the puppies and to the kittens, Ten double checked that all animals were set for the night with clean cages, and fresh food.

There weren’t many people coming in around this time, so Ten decided to start closing up shop earlier than usual. He was the only person working the shift at this little pet shop, and before closing he wanted to make sure that he got everything done before heading home for the night.

Being raised in a poor family, Ten learned to never slack off during his tasks, and at the moment he needed all the money he could earn. Ten had moved from Thailand to Seoul to pursue his dream of becoming a general surgeon. Although his mother was against it, he still left home to be taught at the finest universities in Seoul. But as a medical student, his mother didn’t send him money due to his run off, so he had to earn every last penny he could.

He needed a way to fend for himself, as well as pay tuition and rent.

Ten honestly didn’t mind at all though. Aside from his studies and the lack of friends, he needed to find a way to keep his mind occupied otherwise. Working with animals always made him forget about his worries, so he figured that this job would be the best to work as he worked away on his studies. If people at the university told him to “try harder” or “work hard”, it wouldn’t matter to him. Ten’s goal was to make his mother happy, to get her approval of his career choice.

Ever since he moved to Korea, he hadn’t made many friends at all. Perhaps it was because he was a foreigner. Or maybe because he focused too much on class and didn’t bother with socializing. Perhaps it was even because he was too focused on his studies or even his job. But in the end, it didn’t matter what he did with his time besides study and work. He had a goal to reach, and if he could reach it, it would make his world seem better.

He was just about to turn off the OPEN LED lights, when a friendly face got his attention and made him smile.

“Taemin?” At the sight of the older man, Ten opened the door and gestured for him to come in.

“Hey, I-sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to check and make sure that you were okay?”

“oh, thank you. I’m okay, I was just making sure that the pets had fresh clean cages and fresh food to have for the night. Come in.”

So far, Taemin was probably Ten’s only friend in Korea since he arrived. Despite seeing the older man walking home from the windows of the pet shop, or sitting outside with him during his lunch break, Ten grew fond of the olders’ presence. Seeing him and spending time with him, Ten slowly stopped seeing Taemin as a casual visit, and more like an older brother he could count on.

“What are you doing out tonight?”

“Oh, just heading down to the café shop before it closes to get a coffee. I decided to stop in and make sure you were doing well.” Taemin stated, glancing at the clock to check if the café would still be open at this hour.

“I see. I hope you get there in time and get yourself a nice warm drink! It’s getting a bit cold out during nights now.”

Taemin gave a small nod and leaned against the counter of the shop, watching the younger clean up the last little bit of the mess.

“I hope so. But I want to make sure that you get back home safe tonight. It’s not safe during dark hours around here. There are bad people out there and I don’t want to see you get hurt.” Taemin announced, going to the shorter and giving him a small hug.

Ten enjoying getting these small hugs from Taemin. It made it feel as if he wasn’t as alone as he was here in Seoul. He gave him a hug back, before smiling to him.

“Don’t worry. I’m closing up shop now and I’ll head straight back to my apartment. But you be careful out there as well okay?” Ten suggested, putting the broom and dustpan away.

Taemin gave a hum in response with a nod.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be alright,” Taemin headed back to the door and smiled to the younger. “I’ll see you later okay?”

Ten gave a smile back to the older and waved.

“I’ll see you later. Bye!” Taemin gave a small wave back before he left the small little pet shop.

As Ten watched the older walk off towards the café, he realized how late it was getting. The sun was no longer visible, but the colours of the sun set still lingered among the darkening sky. He flipped off the OPEN sign lights and grabbed his bag off the counter in one swift motion.

He grabbed the keys and left the shop, saying a small goodbye to the pets for the night. Locking up, he put the keys in his bag and headed on home. Although the walk through the darkening streets didn’t help his paranoia, what Taemin said earlier started to creep into his mind further. The silence of the walk back to his apartment was eerie as he sped walked his way back.

Once he finally made it back to his apartment, he fumbled with his keys a bit before he finally got inside. Leaning back against the door of the apartment, he closed his eyes and gave out a relieved sigh. He locked the door as soon as he could and placed his bag on the counter top.

The place wasn’t much, small, and not very crowded by furniture, but it was all he needed until he finished University. He could live off of ramen noodles and cheap looking wallpapers until he was able to move into a place more suited to his style.

“Damn it Haechan! Stop it, I swear you're gonna blow our cover!!”

“Geez Mark, okay okay… I was just trying to make the mood a little less stressful.” The blue haired boy pouted, crossing his arms. He was clearly upset from the olders words about the fact of his humming.

“He’s right, Hae… Boss trusted us with this mission, no one else could do the task. That’s what he said.” Jaemin spoke up, reminding him of their situation at hand.

The Dreamies. Aka – the innocent but deadly members from Korea’s largest and deadliest mafia groups, Neozone. Neozone is known as one of the world's largest and toughest mafia groups and is black listed on each police station in the globe. Dreamies were the youngest sub unit of that mafia. Unlike most teens their age, these few were reckless and a physical danger to the streets of Seoul. If you mess with their brothers, their family, they’ll make a mess of you on the side of the street. Wide and open for the world to see.

But these few do have their own restrictions from their boss. Although they were minors, they weren’t allowed to do what some of the older members were able to. No clubbing, no overdosing, and no going out past midnight unless they had Mark or Sehun with them. And most definitely. No. Killing.

“Where’s Taemin? Wasn’t he supposed to be going with us tonight?” A red-haired boy announced from the back of the car, slightly annoyed that their hyung wasn’t present.

“Jeno… He’s with boss tonight, across town. We’re merely waiting for the call-in case they need our help as backup. That’s why we gotta keep an eye out the windows.” At the mere comment, all the boys in the car turned their eyes out of the window in panic of being yelled at.

“Wait… Wait! Where’s Jisung?!” Kai practically screeched, in search around the car for their maknae.

“Relax, he’s just in the trunk.” Sehun responded unfazed.

“Oh, okay. Wait what?!”

“Cool it. He has his phone, and there isn’t much space in here for him anyways. He’s fine.” Mark stifled a laugh behind his hand before he turned his attention back to the windows.

Kai at that very moment wanted to throw hands with Sehun. But he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, running a hand through his white locks.

“Okay.. fine, I guess we just wait then.”

Meanwhile, in the quieter part of Seoul, Taeyong sat in the driver’s seat of his sleek black Mercedes-Benzes. His face was stoic, but his eyes glistened with hostility as he awaited the arrival of their rival.

“Boss, you usually don’t come out here… What’s the change?” Taemin and Taeyong were both sitting in the car for nearly over an hour and both men were becoming impatient. Because of Taeyong’s high rank within Neozone, he was usually never on the field. Most of the dealing jobs belonged to the Dreamies or the BLINKS. But apparently, this job was too risky and dangerous for those members to be out on the prowl.

“Somethings come up Tae. Rivals from China decided to slither their ways into the Korean borders. Someone’s gotta stay.” Taeyong stated, his voice blunt but firm, steady. But it couldn’t help Taemin’s curiosity build up in his chest.

“China?”

Taeyong tilted his head to look at the older member next to him. “Yeah. They’ve already started to wreak havoc in Lotto. Unit 127 is already there with some of our allies, defending that part of the town. These new guys most definitely didn’t come here to play nice.”

“But then why aren’t we there with 127 now?”

“Their leader wants to send us a message. I know it’s risky, but it’s better than having them enter our territory. At this point, we’re not quite sure who we’re dealing with.”

Taemin nodded in understanding. He didn’t want to push Taeyong’s boundaries any further, and especially now wasn’t a time to let their guard down. Despite being in the gang world, Taeyong being younger than him, Taemin saw Taeyong as a younger brother he didn’t get to have growing up. But while in gang speak, Taeyong was his boss.

As another 15 minutes passed the two by, finally a large black Lincoln pulled up from the depths of the darkness around them. Windows tinted all black. If it were anyone else in this position, they wouldn’t have minded the car with any suspicion. But Taeyong knew better than that. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, turning his knuckles white.

Taeyong felt something was wrong in his gut, but the moment a window rolled down and a barrel of a 22-calibre gun appeared in the window, he knew.

“Shit! It’s a tra-!”

Before the younger could even finish his sentence, the first bullet was blown out of the barrel and slammed into the windshield. Not enough to shatter it, but enough to give a message.

Taeyong became furious. He backed the vehicle up as fast as he could, as Taemin beside him loaded his gun.

“I guess that’s our message!”

“I’m calling the Dreamies!” Taemin snapped, the phone already pressed to his ear. “Sehun, get over here now! We’re on the other side of town, close to the university campus!”

As Taemin made the call, Taeyong’s knuckles were white from the tight grip on the steering wheel. He drove wickedly fast, tires screeching around every corner he whipped around. Passing through red lights, just skimming the chances of getting hit.

“Hey! That was a red light!!”

“Damn it Taemin, does it look like I care?! There are no red lights in a damn car chase!” Taeyong fumed. As they continued to speed down the streets of Seoul, going faster by the mile, so was their rival’s bullets. Closer and closer to breaking glass and popping holes in the tires. Taeyong had enough of it and was ready to hit back.

“Take the wheel.”

“What?!” Taemin shouted.

“Jesus-take the damn wheel Taemin!”

Taeyong jumped into the back seat while Taemin moved into the driver’s seat in one fell swoop. But he didn’t dare give a second to forget about his seat belt. The younger surged through the duffel bag stored away in the back seat and loaded a gun. Without a second thought, he leaned out the window, his red fiery hair flaming as fierce as the flames of rage in his eyes. He aimed and shot the driver and must’ve hit for the car swerved as they sped off, hitting a lamppost.

After a few minutes of silence and the hum of the car, Taemin finally broke the silence.

“I think… we lost them.”

“Shit! Look out!!” Neither of the members had time to react, as their rival hit their car head on, forcing the car to stop, crushed against the escalade.

When Taeyong finally deemed back to his senses, he saw three figures exit the escalade, and so he readied his gun and exited his own.

“Sup, assholes.”

“So sorry about that. You must be Taeyong. What my dearest pleasure to finally meet you! It’s such a shame we have to be on terrible terms.” A tall guy with blonde hair stated as a snake-like smile slid across his face.

“what do you want?” Taemin demanded. He stepped out of the car alongside Taeyong. Both of their barrels pointed to the tall blond.

“you’re boss.”

“And why do you want me?” Taeyong’s posture didn’t falter. His stance emanated dominance. If there was anything he valued more than his gang, it was his pride.

“how do I put this… Our leader wants to negotiate… some things with our so-called rivals, and that involves you and your gang Mr. Lee.” The blond stated.

“You’re going to have to go through me first.” Taemin loathed, taking a step forward, his entire body shaking his rage.

“So be it.”

One of the two didn’t hesitate to charge at Taemin as both of them aimed to rip each other apart. Despite Taemin’s height, his opponent was stronger and threw him against the window of the Mercedes, completely smashing it.

Going back to his own opponent, Taeyong turned around just in time to pin the taller one against the door of the Mercedes by the neck. The taller swallowed and smirked down to the shorter.

“oh, kinky.”

Taeyong rolled his eyes and pushed the man onto the ground, foot against his chest and gun aimed at his head. But before he could even pull the trigger, a sharp pain entered his torso. He groaned and dropped the gun, clutching his side which was turning crimson red. His hands clutched his shirt against a deep blade wound as he faltered down to his knees. Taeyong struggled to pull himself back to his feet but was met with stars and a rush of pain. He glanced back behind him to be met with a woman wearing a bandana.

She raised an eyebrow at him and held up a knife which was now covered in blood. She knelt down, wiping the blood off the knife on a bandana from her pocket.

“I like your eyes Mr. Taeyong. They’re beautiful…”

“Seulgri, no.” The blond stated, standing as he dusted off his pants. “Boss wants him alive.”

“I’d listen to your friend,” Taeyong wheezed. “He seems to be the smarter of the two.” Even though he was beginning to bleed out, Taeyong still found the strength to give an evil smirk.

This made Seulgri growl, as the other lady grabbed her gun and walked around the car to join sides with her.

Before either of them could lunge forward at Taeyong, a small car slammed into the three, sending them flying against the road.

“Are we late, boss?”

“Just on time, Mark.” Taeyong groaned, forcing himself up into a sitting position.

Taemin got up off the ground and touched the wound on his forehead. His hand was covered in blood before he noticed Taeyong’s injury was worse.

“oh my god, you’re bleeding!”

“No Shit Sherlock!” Haechan yelled from the back of the car.

“Boss, what do you want us to do?” Sehun then spoke up, even through the situation, his expression remained the same as his voice barely faltered.

“Take the Dreamies back to the zone. Get inside and lock up the building. No one goes in and no one goes out.” Taeyong slurred, feeling himself fall in and out of consciousness. There was no way he would be able to make it to the hospital in time, and never mind being arrested once he arrives.

“but what about you? We can’t just leave you here!”

“Jaemin, there is no time! It’s fine, I know where to go now, get back to the zone and lock up!” At this point, most members forget how aggressive and demanding the soft hearted Taemin could be.

He had already lifted Taeyong. An arm around his waist, keeping Taeyong close to him. He could only think of one place to take him.

“I’ll see you soon.”

“But-“

“Now Jaemin! Go!” Jaemin knew that there wasn’t time to fight with Taemin. He smacked Mark’s arm and Mark sped off.

Taemin gave a small nod before he pulled his attention back to Taeyong, whose eyes were closed as his skin was already turning pale. “Hey no! Open your eyes!” He demanded, worried that if the younger's eyes closed, they would never open again.

Taeyong could barely open his eyes, as he mumbled, “Taemin, I’m dying. You gotta get ou-“

“No! No Taeyong! I’m not leaving you! And you’re not leaving me! You promised me!” The guilt washed over Taeyong. He did promise. Both promised to stick by each other's side through thick and thin.

Taeyong had a family, and that was too much to lose. “Fine.”

After minutes of staggering around the alleyways of Seoul, Taemin turned the corner of run-down apartment buildings. At this point, the older member was practically dragging the younger. He struggled to contain his tears through the hallway, mumbling incoherent words through his quiet sobs.

Taemin finally made it to the last door, and desperately knocked on it. Over and over again. After a brief moment of silence, the door finally opened.

“Help.”

Notes : Welcome to my creative little mind!! I've had this story under my belt for a few years now, and I really wanted to post this because of my dear bestie @hyuuukais! I hope you guys enjoy the story, I've worked really hard on it and spent a bunch of time on it! It's my baby!! The inspiration for this was literally a collection of nct music videos and I went "oh! I wanna write a mafia story!" and well here we are! It's gonna be a long one, so jump in for the ride! If you wanna be in a taglist for this story, don't be afraid to reply and ask (18+)!

#mafia au #nct #wayv #nct dream #non-idol au #nct mafia au #tw blood #tw swearing

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myulalie · 2 years

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Which Kim is the real Kim?

So I’ve been thinking about Kim/Wik (as one does).

Kim has three distinct lives/personalities that don’t quite overlap until he meets Porschay:

- Kim, youngest son of a mafia boss (trying to distance himself from his family and quite frankly, succeeding despite his nosiness), - Wik, popular singer, wouldn’t suspect him to be involved with the mafia, - Kim the student, even though he doesn’t go to class often, I’d argue it’s also the Kim Porschay interacts with for the most part.

After meeting Porschay as Wik, he introduces himself as Kim and shows Porschay that Wik is just his name upside down. He’s slightly distant but mostly soft spoken and sweet, enough that it doesn’t deter Porschay to ask Kim to tutor him, confess his feelings and later confront him.

I imagine Kim the student is the middle ground between mafia!Kim and musician!Wik, the person he would be if he didn’t have to uphold a certain set of expectations in both roles.

Wik is basically the reverse of Kim. It makes sense, it’s almost inside out too, as Kim appears emotionless most times, but Wik conveys emotions through music (as we’ll see later with the song).

Wik conveys emotions, and emotions are a weakness according to his father. As a rule, emotions when involved with the mafia mean that you are not fit to lead, as showcased with Tankhun.

Funny enough, Wik sounds a lot like weak to me, and I don’t think it’s a coincidence. I imagine that while most of Kim’s classmates don’t know about his involvement with the mafia, some mobsters would figure out that musician!Wik is actually Kim from the major family. We’ve seen Kim confront minor drug-affiliated people, goons from the minor family, Tawan and a retired police officer with pretended Alzheimer disease. All these people seem quite aware of who he is, or if not his actual identity, of his affiliation with the mafia, so I don’t see why some wouldn’t make the connection with Wik at some point.

Except Wik appears weak, he pursues a career in music and distanced himself from the main family. You’d underestimate him immediately and should you choose to go after him, you’d be in for a bad surprise. Most people wouldn’t bother, I imagine, considering the exposure should Wik disappear in mysterious circumstances, especially since he doesn’t seem involved with the main family and he once again doesn’t look like a threat.

He successfully managed to hide in plain sight, both as a mafia heir and an emotional creature, expressing himself in songs rather than through proper human interaction.

I wonder if Wik is something Kim loathes about himself. Or rather, if it enables him to express what he couldn’t as Kim, to project what he really feels in a way that seems safe for everyone involved (considering his reaction when Porschay is in danger, it might be best if we stick with musician!Wik).

Maybe Wik is the middle ground between the two Kims:

- ruthless mafia heir (but he obviously cares), - emotionally distant but sweet.

#kinnporsche #meta #kim #wik #spoilers #kp meta #pearls of meta #Kinnporsche meta

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superlocktvd · 2 years

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KinnPorsche | Episode 10

Kinnporsche episode 10 deserves a freaking recap because it had me pausing the episode 50 times and slamming my head on wall, squealing and then just pulling my hair to eating my fists. I have gone through a 100 different emotions but let’s dive into it shall we

Vegas has keys...Sus.. the person you love...Really.. Rolls eyes so hard they are in the back of my head

Porsche and Pete fight.. the choreography to that scene.. Pete you are not the baby everyone tells you to be..

Kinn you trusted your man.. you go baby.. I am never putting down my Kinn defender hat.. Never Kinn..like I said you made them eat your words and I am so proud. You truly were the mafia boss we saw in episode 1

Porsche I will give you credit but don’t think meditation is working out for you considering it took you less than 10 minutes to trust Vegas..

Tawan you slimy and glib son of a bitch. Glad you are dead though I wished Big would have had the honor

Vegas really.. Tawan you couldn’t go any other route.. oh you really need Pete in your life don’t you and you don’t even know it yet

Vegas’s father gets on my nerves with the same intensity as Tawan and that’s saying something. I have wanted to punch him ever since he talked down to Kinn through the video during Episode 7

Ken what were you thinking was gonna happen to you.

Big I never should have doubted you. You truly are one of the most trusted bodyguard this family can have. Also is he dead?

Arm..I wish you would have smacked Tawan’s face while he was interrupting you

Porchay, he knows so what is gonna happen now is going to be something note worthy especially how does the I am your side scene fits coz they resolved everything right. then what else is gonna happen.

Kinn and Porsche sharing a cigarette..oh what has it come to

Kim Theerapanyakul you are beauty you are grace and I would do anything for you. That tank, that hair and that mother freaking gun oh la la la

Tankhun Theerapanyakul I am glad you are sitting in these mafia meeting because they need freaking mirrors showed to their faces. You go Tankhun..

Vegas you are diving dangerous territory with Pete, you will regret it.. you truly will Pete hang on, although you smiling like that has me bit creeped out.. but hang on

Precap - I honestly think Vegas is going to do whatever torture he is to Pete and let him go before Kinn realizes. Vegas wants to engrave and instill fear in Pete’s mind and he is gonna do that.. Hook or Crook

#kinnporche the series #kinnporsche #kinn x porsche #kinn theerapanyakul #porsche kittisawasd #kim theerapanyakul #kimchay #vegas x pete

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watchingsparks · 2 years

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Everything I Know About KinnPorsche (from reading Astro’s fics and whatsapp essays)

Allow me to begin what will most probably be a chaotic and badly organised attempt at a summary (inspired by this post by @saffflina and requested by my good pal Astro) with an overview of the show: Kinn, heir to a mafia empire, falls for bodyguard Porsche. Drama and action ensues (as well as some spicy scenes). Also, it’s based on a book that I don’t think is as well loved as the show, mostly because it has questionable content in terms of consent and the like.

Kinn is the son of mafia boss Korn, (elder?) brother to Kim, and is in love with his bodyguard, Porsche. (I have no idea what happened to his mother or if he has any other siblings.) I believe that Korn is not the nicest of people, and that Kim is chaos incarnate. (Side note, Kim is too good-looking for his own good. It’s also worth noting that, from what I have been shown, everyone in this show is beautiful. BEAUTIFUL!!!! A n y w a y) I don’t know much about Korn beyond him being an evil mastermind but I do know that Kim has feelings for Porsche’s brother, Porchay (aka Chay).

Speaking of Porsche, I don’t know how he got involved in the bodyguard industry or why his brother Chay gets brought into the mix either (I believe Chay’s still in school but I also could have confused this with fic ideas), and all I know of Porsche’s past is that he had a hedgehog that died and it traumatised him. (Fair.) What I do know for sure is that Porsche likes Kinn back and I believe by the end of season one they are a couple! Yay! Beyond Chay, Porsche’s family is a complete mystery to me (do they live far away?), and all I know about Chay is that he is musical (I think he plays the guitar?).

Kim and Chay either get together and then break up or they just hook up but regardless Kim breaks Chay’s heart and Chay is v sad. Chay is Baby so this means that Porsche has beef with his brother-in-law, which is not ideal tbh.

The other couple I know of are Pete and Vegas. I have no clue how Pete fits into things but Vegas is the son of another mafia family trying to overthrow Kinn’s. Vegas’ father is abusive and messed him up a lot, but I think Vegas now realises that and is trying to help himself get better? Pete also knows this, and so forgives Vegas for torturing him and it turns out that maybe they both have feels for each other.

Other characters I know of are the bodyguards Big, Arm, and Pol. I don’t know much about them tbh but I think either Big or Arm is head bodyguard/in charge of all the others (including Porsche, who he doesn’t like/didn’t get on with at first). There’s also someone called Tankhun (or Khun) who def isn’t a bodyguard but where he fits into the family tree, idk. He’s v stylish though.

Beyond characters falling for each other, I don’t really have a clue as to what the plot of the show is. I know that the bodyguards have to refer to their employees as Khun [name] (which must get so confusing with Khun being called Khun as well as being called Khun in terms of his underlings) and it is polite to call people P’[name]. Final observations are that I am aware of Kinn’s family having a medical bay in their home and owning a helicopter, and also that people tend to wear suits a lot (this just might be thanks to Astro’s fics, idk).

Outside of the show’s characters, I know that the showrunner is called BeOnCloud and Astro is moments away from petitioning him to get season two rolling. There’s also a KP world tour which baffles me as a concept (but, like, in a good way) and Astro is also moments away from petitioning the tour to make it to Europe asap.

I’ve probably missed out many things but that is as much as I can dredge up from my tiny tiny brain. Here endeth the ramblings.

#kinnporsche #kinnporche the series #i am so sorry to everyone in the fandom #astro asked me to post this and so who am i to refuse???#but i do feel slightly bad about all the inevitable errors and mistakes and general confusion that exists when i try to type my thoughts #i am also aware that this is full of errors but *shrugs*

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foronesweetmomentiamwhole · 1 year

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Knife to the throat by ForOneSweetMomentIamWhole

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CW: smoking, drunk protagonists, mafia boss's malewife Park Seonghwa, threatening mob leader Kim Hongjoong, a knife, a lil manhandling, will be continued on day 5

Seonghwa slips out of the back door of the club as soon as he sees an opportunity to go unnoticed by his dull-witted guard dogs. He steps out into the chilling night air, goosebumps immediately rising under his ridiculous and expensive top, all lace and not fit for the weather at all. The cold helps clear Seonghwa’s mind though and he feels his tense body relax a little as he steps further into the dark of the back alley, away from the thumping music filtering through the steel doors.

He can’t stand these evenings filled with fleeting faces, his husband pushing him around in front of them, showing him off and acting like the most important person in the room, doing shady business in the back rooms after and making Seonghwa wait for hours. Not allowed to go somewhere else and expected to be ready at hand at all times for the man who owns him in more aspects than one, his nights are filled with lingering around their night club, drinking and dancing and looking pretty while inside he longs to break free.

Thoughts of finally leaving this place are fleeting through his mind again as he lights a cigarette and leans back against the rough walls of the building he wishes he could set on fire. He doesn’t linger too long on these wants though, because he knows he can’t have one or the other.

Smoke curls around his hardened features as he closes his eyes to savour the few quiet moments he has for himself. Head empty and blissfully numbed.

The sound of approaching footsteps, loud on the wet gravel, reaches his ears not too long after his last drag of tobacco to his lungs. He cannot make out who is making his way over to him in the dark, but the nonchalant stroll of the other person tells him it’s not one of his husband’s bodyguards coming for him.

Seonghwa reaches lazily inside the pocket of his leather pants to fish out another cigarette from the crumpled pack, eyeing the man that stops in the shadows right in front of him.

He thinks he recognizes the pretty face from somewhere, but a name doesn’t come to mind. Perhaps he has seen the man before when attending one of his husband’s “business meetings”? Has he been taking part in one of their campaigns? Or had they simply grinded onto each other on some dancefloor?

Seonghwa has to admit to himself that he is way too intoxicated right now to remember and also that he doesn’t really care. He wonders though, as he reaches up his shaking fingers, stiff from the cold, to light the stick hanging from his plush lips, why the man hasn’t spoken a word yet.

The moment the lighter clicks open and the small flame illuminates their faces properly Seonghwa realizes his mistake.

The man is on him in an instant, turning Seonghwa around with a powerful grip on his arm and in his hair, shoving him harshly against the bricks, caging him in with his own robust body, unlit cigarette rolling away in the shadows.

“That was not too smart of you, Park Seonghwa. You should have run,” the man growls hotly against his ear. Face so close to Seonghwa’s, he smells the sweet liquor on the other’s breath.

Kim Hongjoong.

Seonghwa swallows and feels the sting of a blade against the bobbing of his throat.

Fuck.

He is fucked.

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justcallmenikki7 · 3 years

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BTS Reaction To: Feeling Unworthy To Being His S/O

Hyung!Line & Mafia!Au summary: a rookie makes a comment about you being his wife, and it is not a positive one warnings: mafia!au, mentions of killing and drugs, insecure reader and hoseok in his part, crying from reader and yoongi, soft!yoongi, mentions of depression and depressed reader in namjoons part, soft!bts, fluffff, mentions of abusive family (reader being abused in the mentions mentally), scared hoseok, bts being soft for you and only you, rude rookies/newbie, comments about hating self and body. Mainly anything that has to deal with anxiety, depression, and self hate. This is a different type of mafia reaction I feel like w.c.: 2.3k notes: namjoons part was pretty personal to me and so it may hit home to some. Btw, I know it has taken me a while to post, but ive been trying to find my touch still, but please be patient with me!! School is starting up again next week, so I will be busy with it and with work too. Good news is that I finally found my writing self again!

Kim Seokjin

Am I being dramatic?

That was the first question that popped through your head when the newbie made the comment about your ability to have authority over him and group of others. Saying how you have no skill to be in your position, which is standing right next to your husband, Kim Seokjin, the deadliest mafia boss in the world.

From the beginning of your relationship with Seokjin, you have always felt inferior and unsure of yourself, especially lately when you guys got married. You took the position of being the ‘second in command’ even though his right-hand man, Kim Namjoon, is his go to. If anything, ever happened to Seokjin, he made sure you were the one to take over his business with the help of Namjoon. Before the marriage, Seokjin obviously asked you to which you agreed immediately – thinking that everyone in Seokjin’s gang was going to want this since they knew that you were his fiancée (at the time) and understand why you were getting the position. When Namjoon was told this, you began to apologize because you believe that he deserves the title because of how long Namjoon has been by your husband’s side. But those worries shut away when Namjoon smiled at you as he pulled you into a hug, congratulating you. In the back of your mind, you still believe that Namjoon deserves your position, but the constant reassurance from both Namjoon and Seokjin’s five other close friends, you felt confident. You knew a lot of the ins and outs of the job, thanks to being with Seokjin for almost seven years now, but sometimes you felt as if you did not deserve the position.

The one thing that fueled that thought was the newbie’s comment.

“No offense, noona, but you don’t necessarily have the skill for this job. It is more of, you know, a man’s job.”

In a way, you believed that he was right. You believed that you did not have any power in this position, having no say, thinking that all of the members will believe you are just joking by ordering them around. This comment took a mental toll on you, causing you to lock yourself in your shared bedroom with your husband, hiding underneath the comfort of your blanks, staring blankly at the wall. This is where your husband found you, a concerned look on his face as he sped walked to your side.

“Sweetheart, what is wrong?” He asked in a calm, comforting voice, an action that had you crying.

The first that went through Seokjin’s head was to comfort you but the second one was to find the bastard or bitch that hurt you and to kill them.

“I don’t deserve the position in your gang, Jin. I’m not fit for it, or even to be your wife. Namjoon deserved the title of your secondhand man. The newbie is right, this is a man’s job—” you were cut off by your husbands hand covering your mouth.

“Who told you this.”

“The newbie, Soojin.” You said, not realizing that you were signing the document of his termination. It only clicked when Seokjin stood up, a dark look on his face as he made his way to your guys closet, grabbing his favorite gun.

Knowing that there was no way of stopping your husband from killing the newbie as he gave you a kiss on your lips, rubbing his nose against yours in sentimental way that always brings a smile to your face. “I’ll be back later, sweetheart.”

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi could see the stressed out look on your face as you made your way into his office. He wanted to comment on it, wanting to know what is wrong with his usual ball of sunshine girlfriend, but he did not. Allowing you to push his chair back so you can climb into his lap, seeking the comfort of his presence and the touch of his skin, he did not mention the tears welling up in your eyes or the wobble of your lip, a tale tell sign of you about to cry. Holding you closely as you silently cried, he massaged your scalp, a comforting form of affection that you love, he wanted to ask you what is wrong, but he only kissed the crown of your head, silently telling you that it is okay to cry.

“Am I worthy to be your girlfriend?” you asked silently, voiced kind of muffled by his undershirt. Fidgeting with his flannel, you braced yourself for the about to come anger from your boyfriend.

“What kind of stupid question is that?” Yoongi gritted out, holding you closer, if possible, to help calm down his anger.

“A question that someone made me think…” not wanting to say names because you did not want to be the reason for someone’s possible death. You knew in the back of your mind that Yoongi will make you say the name of the person who has been causing you distress for the past four days, but you did not want to seem weak and allow them to win in this mental game.

“What made you think this?”

Not being able to lie and play around, you began to ramble. “I don’t know their name since they started a few days ago, but they pointed out that I am just in your way. I am not worthy to be your girlfriend because I am weak, which I am. I am not made to be your girlfriend—”

“Now that is a load of bullshit, Jagi. You are my girlfriend, the love of my life. I love you because you make me feel human and feel so fucking loved. You made me see that there is good in this life – happiness even. You are my home. I do not care that you are not, in your words, ‘weak’ because you choose, along with my authority, to not get in the middle of this gang life. I do whatever I can to protect, and if that means hiding you from danger, then I will. But you are worthy, so worthy. I still question how I am even worthy to be your boyfriend and have the ability to love you and you love me.”

At the end of his speech, both you and Yoongi are in tears. The one thing that both you and Yoongi share is the insecurity of not being loved. But what the most beautiful thing that came out of this relationship is the ability to love yourselves and love each other. So, this topic is what makes you guys emotional – scared even. Scared that you both will lose each other and scared that you guys are not enough. It had been rocky in the beginning but seeing how far you both have came and grew is what made it worth it.

The anger and the want to kill whoever made you think this is what fueled the deadly thoughts in Yoongi’s head. You knew this because you can read Yoongi like a book. Looking down at you, silently asking you if he can feed his hunger, you nodded your head. Yoongi knows that you hate violence, but looking from his perspective, you would do the same thing.

Jung Hoseok

Jung Hoseok is a very observant person, has been since the day he was born. This is what makes him a dangerous person, especially in the mafia world because of how he can easily tell when someone is becoming a traitor or is lying to him.

That is why it is hard to lie to him because of how easily he can pick up your lies. You rarely lied to him, but when you did, he knows that something is wrong. So, for the past few weeks, he can tell that you have became more distant from him, mainly more unsure of yourself. He does not like pestering you about things, opting for you to come to him when you are comfortable enough. Being a person who hates conflict – mainly confrontation – he understands how hard it is for you due to your anxiety.

But he could not take it anymore. Hoseok misses you so much. How can you miss someone when they are right there in front of you?

That is why you are now cornered in his office, both hands beside your head, body pressed against the wall. You could see the conflict in your boyfriend’s eyes, a look that is rarely there because he is always sure of himself. Sure about the situation. But right now, the mafia boss is anything but sure.

“What did I do to make you not love me anymore?”

Looking at him confusedly, “what?”

“You’re distant. You don’t kiss me good morning anymore or even let me hold you at night. What did I do, Jagi?”

“Hope, I’m so sorry. I did not mean for this, for you to feel like this. I’ve been distancing myself because of how I realized that maybe I’m not exactly the type of girlfriend you need, especially in this lifestyle. I’m not strong, or athletic, or just what you need. I realized this when one of your dealers pointed it out when—”

“Why are you listening to what other’s say, Jagi? You do not need their approval for your choices on who you are with. If we are happy, then we are happy. We, you, do not need to make others happy. Making yourself happy is what is important. You are allowing someone who does not even know you decide on your happiness, especially someone who does not even know how to spell.”

“Wait, Jungsoo does not know how to spell?” You asked, going off topic, something that you do not realize a lot, a trait of yours that Hoseok loves about you. He knows that when you do this during serious conversations is when you grasp the situation and what he said.

Chuckling, “yeah, he is a lost cause. Fortunately, Yoongi will be able to test the new drugs he made on him.” Slapping his chest at that, you knew that he was going to get rid of him. “But Jagi, I am serious. I know you have a hard time with listening to people’s opinions, especially when it involves you. But what I have been saying from the moment I realized that I loved you, I do not care whether you are what this peasant considers to be ‘fit’ for my position in the mafia world. I love you for you.”

Grabbing him by his collar, you pull him down to you, smiling like a little schoolgirl, you kissed him.

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon wanted to kill the rookie right then and there. But he could not because of how they are at an important meeting with two other gangs. When the rookie made the underlying comment towards you about your appearance, Namjoon could see the light in your eyes diminish slowly. Shoulders slacking and your body caving in on itself, the sight of seeing your happiness disappear in an instant by an opinion (which is completely false and impossible to be found in any way true), is what made Namjoon feel as if he had not accomplished anything.

You struggle greatly with loving yourself and being happy with yourself. You know that you need to, but from the very first day you were born, your parents made you believe that you are unwanted and not even close to being beautiful. Having an older sister that you were compared to with everything and anything, you were always the one losing while she was winning. Nothing that you did was ever good enough. This had turned you into believing that you were not even good enough. You depend on people’s approval for everything – even if you do not even know them because of the abuse and lies (that you feel as if they are true), you believe that what people think of you is what makes you worthy.

But when you met Namjoon, things started to change. He began to show you how beautiful you are, how worthy and loved you are. It has been a very painful process, but you have gotten better. Yes, you get into a depression and deep rut that takes you forever to get out of. But, with the help from your boyfriend, you get out of it. Even if it means him having to literally drag you out of bed and into the bathroom to brush your teeth and help brush your hair, it helps.

It is just that you never know what a trigger to you will be. As of right now, with the rookies comment repeating in your head.

Realizing the train of thought you began to get, Namjoon pulled out his pistol and shot the rookie right in the head. Grabbing your hand, he excused the both of you and took you into the bathroom.

“Breath, baby, breath.” He cooed, hugging you close to him, kissing the top of your head. “You are so strong, baby. So strong, so beautiful, so perfect.” He whispered in your ear, rubbing circles on your lower back. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

“But I allowed—”

“No, no. Let’s not go there, okay? It’s okay to fall sometimes, but remember that we always have to pick ourselves up from where we left off. We can do this, you can do this. You are so strong, my queen. So strong and so beautiful. I love you so much.”

“I love you so much,” you promised back, sniffling. “Please don’t give up on me. I’m trying my hardest.” You begged, grasping his suit jacket tightly in your hands, scared that he will leave you.

“Never.”

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ggukkieland · 3 years

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📕CURRENT READS (2020 November)

🌹 Almost done with the list except for a few and I am excited to curate fics that are fitting for merry December 🎅❄🎄🤶 woot woot!

I enjoyed this month’s reads - a mix of cyberpunk au, android au, werewolf aus, slice of life, exes and those on the verge of breaking up, and lots of beautifully-written drabbles which ended up in my list of favorites.

Please send these authors some love by reblogging their content =)

✅ - done reading | S (smut) F (fluff) A (angst)

🥕[Ongoing Series - to check weekly]

Still reading the ongoing series from October’s reading list, whenever there is an update 😊.

Onyx @springbean - JJK | ABO universe, omega!reader, rouge!Alpha!Jungkook, roommates, cyberpunk au | A, F (this is so fascinating)

[2/?] years after the war, Soketh has become a bustling electric city of life and death. a world now filled with mystery, danger, and rules, y/n finds herself rooming with her old friend while trying to find herself in the city of dangerous dreams. however, her world is turned upside down when a rouge alpha enters their life seeking refuge and help…

Vulgar and Divine @yeoldontknow - JHS | elf!hoseok au, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, fantasy au, horror, suspense | A, S

[1/?] The Elf King buys your hand in marriage as an act of political strategy - you, the Banshee Priestess and your ability to forewarn death in exchange for your people’s return to your original home in the River Lands. You hate him for the way his kind make a mockery of death. Even before you meet him, you decide you will not grieve his death - not even a little. But then, on the day of your wedding you begin to weep - and it is not out of love or rapture.

Kitchen Confidential @glitter-kookiedough - KSJ | chef au, slow burn, enemies to lovers | A, F, S

[3/?] After years of annoying the life out of you, your rival, Kim Seokjin, pushes you a step too far and he knows it. As angry and resentful as you are, you don’t realize that something has been brewing under the surface for years. This weekend, that will change. 🌟 new chapter🌟

enemiestolovers drabble series @sincerelyourfangirl - JJK | enemies to lovers, fwb, co-workers | S, A, F

[3/?] Maybe the line between love and hate is thin. Especially when you’re in bed with Jungkook.

Challenge Accepted | What Happens When You’re not Careful | Risky Business

The Lost Luna @hobisbeautifulass - KTH | werewolf au, soulmate au, rival clans | F, A

[2/?] One Luna is born per a hundred-year cycle or so and only appears after the previous one has passed away. This Luna was forced into hiding for seventeen years, but now she’s back, bloodthirsty, and ready to reclaim her throne.

Mutual Help @personasintro - JJK | bestfriend au, fwb au, fake dating | A, S, F

[24/?] in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it a mutual help

Bite Me @cheeky-kookie - PJM | vampire au | A, F, S

[1/?] Growing up, you always learned to look over your shoulder at night, hoping to never run into the catlike gleam of a vampires eyes. Yet, one night on your way home you find yourself staring into the very things you feared most. Dangerously beautiful and undeniably confident, Park Jimin was everything you knew you needed to stay away from, but he had other plans.

Nut Jobs @ironicarmy - OT7 | slice of life, crack, humor, friends au | S

[5/?] Eight friends. One terrible idea. A whole lot of trouble. Welcome to No Nut November.

Cherry Pickers @kimnjss - JJK | social media au, smau, gamer, fuckboi, vixen!reader, virgin!reader | F, S, A

[4/?] [updates daily] known for your body and surrounded by rumors about your sex life… rumors that he doesn’t think to doubt. until he’s meeting you… forced to realize there’s much more to you then the thonged shorts and lacy costumes.

(or, you’re a video vixen with an assumed identity and jungkook manages to see past it.)

Across the Board @out-of-jams - KTH | 20s, gambling, mafia au, enemies to lovers | S, A

[1/?] And now you’re indebted to the city’s most dangerous mob boss, forced to pay your dues in blood one way or another. With a gun pushed into your hands and your life at stake; once you’re in, you’re in. You’ll never get out.

🥕[Completed AUs/Series/Drabbles - to read]

Through Time and Space @taephilia - 10.6k | KSJ | F, A, sci-fi, time travel au, adventure, doctor who au

re: Untitled @to-star-lake - 18.8k | JJK | A, S, F, ceo au, arranged marriage, childhood acquaintance turned enemies (one of my favorites this month 🥰)

01 02 03 04 ✅

Moral of the Story @suhdays - 7.7k | JHS | A, F, S, strangers to loves, soulmate au, OC can tell if people are telling the truth (really interesting) ✅

In the Margins @bonvoyagenoona - 31k | MYG | F, S, A, writer au, humor, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, editor!reader, writer!yoongi [also on AO3]

01: Winter (5k words) ✅ 02: Spring (6k words) 03: Summer (7k words) 04: Fall (13k words)

Into my Bones @inkofyoongi - 15k | MYG | S, F, A, fwb to lovers, slice of life-ish, non-chronological (this is awesome 🌟) ��

A Human Touch @snackhobi - 39.1k | KTH | F, S, robot au, android!taehyung

01 ✅ 1.5 02 (will finish the rest of the chapters; this is so good)

Supply and Demand @scribblemetae - 5.7k | MYG | S, A, supernatural au, telepathic!myg, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers ✅

More than Us @jeongi - 11.3k | KTH | F, S, college au, roommate au, best friend to lovers

Moirai @jimlingss - 46.9k | KTH | F, A, isekai au, fantasy au, reborn as a villain in a video game

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Taking Flight @rmnamjoons - 15.2k | KNJ | S, sci-fi, post-apocalypse, rivals to friends to lovers au

Lining’s Silver @sketchguk - 14.1k | MYG | S, F, College au, idiots to lovers, enemies to lovers

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Southpaw @starshapedkookie - 30k | JJK | A, S, F, childhood friends, college au, boxer au, kinda e2l-ish (a re-read, that fight scene was just exhilarating) 🔥🥊 ✅

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Cozy Thief @bratkook - 5.1k | JJK | F, S, roommates au, mutual pining ✅

Quiet Baby by bratkook - 3.2k | JJK | S, established au, pwp, exhibitionism✅

Come Over by bratkook - 7.2k | JJK | S, pwp, neighbors au, voyeurism ✅

Tear You Apart by bratkook - 17.4k | KTH | S, pwp, slight horror, paranormal

01 ✅ 02 (to read)

Breathe @ephemeralkookie - 6.9k | JJK | A, S, F, exes au, multiple break-ups ✅

Shield @namgukgalore - 18.6k | JJK | F, S, slow burn, security guard!JJK, co-workers au ✅

Imitation of Art by namgukgalore - 9.6k | KTH | F, S, romance, friends to lovers

High School Reunion @btsarmy9593 - 6k | MYG | F, reunion, second chances ✅

One Night Ride by btsarmy9593 - 3.8k | JJK | F, hints of S, college!JK, noona, one night stand au ✅

Off the Table @fakeleaves - 11k | KNJ | A, F, exes to lovers ✅

By its Cover @crystaljins - 38.9k | JHS | F, A, enemies to lovers, demon au, magic/supernatural, witch!reader

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 ✅

Your Eyes Tell @njkbangtan - 40k | JJK | A, F, mild S, soulmate au, roommates au, enemies to lovers, slow burn, a bit sugar baby au, lawyer!reader, artist!jungkook

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14 15 ✅

Popular-ish (drabble series) @hansolmates - 16.1k | JJK | F, S, A, popular!JJK, normie!reader, college au, fwb-ish

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 ✅ 🥰

One More Time (Finale) - 7.3k | reunion ✅

No One @dfdph - 21k | JJK | A, extreme sports, slice of life, epistolary (in form of letters), heavy angst (not kidding! with trigger warnings; written so beautifully but angst may not be for all) ✅

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Have Faith in Me @aroseforyoongi - 6.4k | KTH | S, F, werewolf au, soulmates au, bestfriends to lovers ✅

The Art of Boxing @seokiie - 3.1k | JJK | S, pwp, boxing au ✅

Beautiful Confession @btsracket - 6.3k | JJK | S, F, fake dating, friends to lovers ✅

Tongue Tied @btssavedmylifeblr - 12k | PJM | S, F, minor A, crack, demon au, idol verse, established relationship, pwp ✅

Infamous @sugaxjpg - 12.5k | KTH | S, A, secret relationship au, fuckboy au ✅

Familiar Stranger @army-author - 7.3k | KTH | F, friends to lovers, high school au, mixed-up identity ✅

Strangers Again @minniefilms - 11.4k | JJK | A, F, enemies to lovers, best friend’s boyfriend

01 02 03 04 drabble ✅

Ruin Him @kingsuckjin - 3.5k | JJK | S, pwp, virgin!JK, coworker au ✅

Sex Education @extravaguk - 12k | JJK | S, F, A, brother’s best friend, virgin!OC (actually came out fluffier than expected 🥰) ✅

In your Eyes @sweetaesuga - 10.6k | JJK | S, F, A, college au, fratboy au, ex-fuckboy jk, friends to lovers ✅

Drabble Series: In Your Heart [4/11] ✅

Lunar Violence @taetaesbaebaepsae - 7.4k | JJK | S, rock band au, werewolf au, ABO dynamics, strangers to lovers ✅

A Fallen Bookmark on a Thursday Afternoon @cutaepatootie - 19k | JJK | A, F, S, strangers to lovers, takes the same train every Thursday 😭 ✅

There You Are @joonkookiemonster - 13.4k | JJK | F, S, ABO dynamics, werewolf au ✅

Here I Come @jiminssthetic - 3k | JJK | S, pwp, college au, friends to lovers ✅

Morning Rush @atdawnsuga - 3.2k | JJK | S, college au, exhibitionism, strangers ✅

(in)Satiable @thatlongspringnight - 11.3k | JJK | S, F, incubus au, lucid dreams ✅

The Red Pool @ksmuttherapy - 3.1k | JJK | S, horror, vampire au, dusk til dawn vibes

inTOXICated @sugarjaee - JJK | A, S, toxic relationship, college au, fboi au

01 02 03 04 05 06 ✅

Inebriated [Jungkook’s POV] - 7.4k, read after chapter 4 ✅

You’re so Creepy (drabble series) @whatifyoulivelikethat - 2k per member | OT7 | F, crack, university au, creepy girl au, (actually cute)

There’s always at least one campus creepy girl. Or seven. Part 1 (1st kiss) Part 2 (2nd meeting)

kim namjoon - part i | part ii (fave) ✅

kim seokjin - part i | part ii (fave) ✅

min yoongi - part i | part ii ✅

jung hoseok - part i | part ii (fave) ✅

park jimin - part i | part ii (fave) ✅

kim taehyung - part i | part ii ✅

jeon jungkook - part i | part ii ✅

🥕[Drabbles]

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Warmth @artaefact - 306 words | JJK | fluff, fantasy au, incandesce couple ✅

Too Close @taestybae - 1.4k words | JJK | expecting parents au, boxer au, angst ✅

“i’m yours, in every way you’ll have me” by taestybae - 0.8k | KTH | S, A, fwb au ✅

“Are you Sure?” by taestybae - 2k | KTH | S, F, brother’s best friend | love this! ✅ 🥰

“The strings are attached already” @taetaespeaches - 1.8k | KNJ | angst, fwb ✅

Deep End @latetaektalk - 2.2k | MYG | angst, fuckboy au, a bit of fluff ✅

Game Boy @suqakoo - 2.7k | JJK | S, gamer au, enemies to lovers, a bit of fluff ✅🔥

Reese’s It’s All for You @joonkookiemonster - 3.1k | JJK | F, demon au, roommate au, Driving me Wild Halloween Drabble ✅

Transparent @kingsuckin - 793 words | JJK | S, pwp, established relationship, see-through JJK shirt 😉 ✅🔥

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guilty | knj x reader | chapter two: incheon mall tube tops

summary: as the man at the top, kim namjoon has almost everything he wants. almost. could a familiar face from the past change his future?

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: mafia AU, pining, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 4.5K

notes: i really hope you guys are enjoying namjoon’s story! i think there will only be one more chapter after this. and like a true unfocused writer i started daydreaming about a yoongi one-shot to go with it? gah, nevermind. i really hope you guys like this and i’d love to hear how you feel one way or another. a huge thanks to my amazing beta @hobi-gif who does a hell of a lot more than just find typos. and all of my love has to go out to @ladyartemesia @ppersonna @taetaewonderland because all three of you are so much more than tumblr friends.

this fic is a continuation of the Guarded Series but can be read as a standalone piece.

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | Epilogue

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It didn’t matter how hard you tried to hide your sadness, Namjoon saw it.

It didn’t matter how many hushed calls you tried to sneak, or how many smiles you tried to force -- Namjoon saw right through your act from the very beginning. He’d seen enough to know that you were facing some kind of personal battle. He understood enough about you to know that you were far too private to bring it up or ask for help.

He should have asked.

The question sat heavy on the tip of his tongue for weeks. He should have asked on the days he would spot you at your desk, fingers pressed to your temples in frustration. Or on the days when he would catch you staring out the window, mind a million miles away.

He didn’t.

Instead, he let himself be driven to distraction by the way your blouses fit perfectly against the lines of your body. The way your pencil skirts hugged the curve of your hips. How soft your hair looked pulled into the low, loose knot you favored.

He found himself stumbling over his words when you’d quietly slip into meetings to deliver an urgent message or he’d drift off in the middle of conversations just because he’d caught sight of you outside his office door.

So it wasn’t long before what started as a preoccupation turned into a full-blown fixation.

You’d turn up at his request, poised and professional as always -- and he’d be lost in thought, defiling you a thousand different ways in his head. Fantasizing about getting his hands on you, his mouth on you, his teeth on you.

You didn’t deserve that.

That’s why Namjoon kept his mouth shut -- stuck in a maddening cycle of wanting to help you, wanting to know you, just wanting you.

All of it made him feel guilty as hell.

*********************

The new girl is a fucking disaster.

Namjoon has yet to figure out how she manages to be underfoot at the most inconvenient times and simultaneously nowhere to be found when she’s needed. She misplaces files and misses calls and forgets assigned tasks altogether. He’s lost track of the number of times he’s passed her desk to find her taking pictures of herself; lips pouted, angle skewed.

Two weeks ago, she was probably selling tube tops at Incheon Mall and now she’s playing gatekeeper to one of the most powerful men in Seoul. So it’s not her fault that she’s woefully unprepared for this job.

And it’s not her fault that she’s not you.

Namjoon has spent the better part of the morning debating the call he’s about to make, picking up the phone and setting it back down at least half a dozen times. But he’s at the end of his rope, running out of patience and options.

So he swallows his pride and picks up the phone just one more time.

You answer on the first ring.

“Mister Kim.”

God, he’s missed the sound of your voice.

“Good morning,” he starts carefully, clearing his throat. “I’m certain you have a lot on your plate but I was wondering if you could come sit with the new girl for a few minutes. She’s struggling a bit.”

The line is quiet for a moment and Namjoon can practically hear your thoughts on the other end of the line. The ones that say well that’s what you get for replacing your perfectly competent assistant with a child.

“I left notes,” is the quiet reply that comes instead.

“You did.”

“Detailed notes. Written, detailed notes.”

“Yes,” Namjoon agrees, rubbing his fingers across his mouth. “I’m certain they were quite detailed. It’s just that she’s having trouble following those notes because --”

“Because she can’t read?”

Namjoon cringes. Any small hope he had that you weren’t taking your reassignment personally dies with the abrupt delivery of that statement.

“Apparently not,” he admits lamely.

He hears the quiet sigh you take in before answering.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

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There’s a moment -- just after Seokjin has walked through his office door -- when Namjoon catches a glimpse of you.

You are leaned over the new girl’s desk, lips pursed, pointing something out on the computer screen. Namjoon freezes when you look up and lock eyes with him just as the door swings shut.

Christ, is he ever going to be able to look at you without feeling like he’s had the wind knocked out of him?

He turns to find Seokjin staring at him, one brow raised.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon exhales, shoving a hand through his hair as he walks back to his desk. “I’m fine. You said you wanted to talk about something?”

“I do,” Seokjin starts, helping himself to a seat. “Two things, actually. Both pertaining to the amazing new assistant you so generously gifted me.”

Namjoon’s nails dig into the palm of his hand.

“Go on.”

“Apparently she’s some kind of whiz with numbers,” Seokjin continues, unbothered by his strained response. “I gave her a few of the books to look over and she already found a couple of our guys in the Songpa district skimming off the top. I’ll bet there’s even more where that came from and she’ll find it. She’s got a good eye.”

Namjoon feels pride stir in his chest. Yet again, you exceed expectations.

“Send Yoongi and Hoseok to Songpa tonight,” he murmurs. “I’ll be curious to hear what kind of explanation our friends come up with for their lapses in accounting.”

Seokjin nods.

“Will do. So the other thing --” he pauses for a beat, like he’s trying to figure out how to carefully deliver what he has to say next. “I know you asked me to try and figure out what’s going on with her and I think I have. You’re right, she’s struggling with some personal issues.”

Namjoon leans forward in his chair, body rigid.

“Let me hear it.”

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YOU

The new girl is a fucking disaster.

You have yet to figure out why she can’t work the printers or can’t read a simple spreadsheet when you know for fact she knows how to beam her selfies all the way to the goddamned moon.

It’s infuriating.

Just like it’s infuriating to see her seated at what should be your desk, doing what should be your job, working for the man who should be your boss.

Figure shit out, you’d love to tell her. Sink or swim, that’s how the real world works.

The idea of letting her fail so dismally that Namjoon has no choice but to beg for you back is tempting. But then he’d picked up the phone to personally ask you to help.

And apparently you are incapable of denying that man anything.

You’ve stayed late every day this week to review the spreadsheets Seokjin has given you to audit because of the extra time you’ve had to put aside to help the new girl navigate foreign concepts like filing and scheduling.

The numbers tell an interesting story.

The rumors about Kim Namjoon’s skill as a businessman don’t give him enough credit. Money is pouring into the Gajog, hand over fist, from every major district in the city. Billions of won flow into the organization from legitimate and not as legitimate revenue streams alike. Combine the numbers and Kim Namjoon controls an empire worth trillions.

You stare at the sums and your mind flips back to your unexpected pay raise. It’s no wonder Namjoon can afford to be so generous.

It’s no wonder so many of the street-level men who work for him seem to be helping themselves to more than their fair share.

It took you a few days to identify the patterns, comparing the new intake sheets to the old ones, but once you did the missing money practically jumped off the page. Just a few audits in and you’d already been able to find at least 119 million won unaccounted for.

The Kim Namjoon you know is reserved and unflappable -- but this is information that’s bound to piss even him off.

What is a man like him like when he’s angry?

You shudder at the thought.

Before long, the night sky stares back at you from the window across from your desk and you decide it’s well past time you went home. You sort everything into neat piles and leave yourself organized notes before packing up to leave.

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There’s no answer from your mother when you call to her from the hallway.

You frown as you make your way to her bedroom, worry melting away when you find her asleep in her chair. Her head is bent at a sharp angle, and you immediately move to help her prop her up.

Her eyes open to slits, unfocused from sleep and medication.

“Ttal,” she whispers, grimacing as she straightens out the crick in her neck.

“Eomma,” you whisper in a hushed rebuke. “We’ve talked about this. You can’t fall asleep in this chair, it’s terrible for you.”

She nods slowly, pointing to a glass of water on her nightstand. You hand it to her, but it wobbles in her weak grip and you take hold of it to help her drink before setting it aside.

“I’m hurting tonight,” she admits.

“I know,” you sigh, heart breaking. “Come, let me help you into bed.”

The process is painstaking. You help hoist her frail frame out of the chair and over to the side of the bed then work carefully to help her lie back. There’s no meat on her anymore, just skin and bones, so you tuck her blankets carefully around her legs and arms until you’re certain she’s not shivering anymore.

You know this isn’t working.

It doesn’t matter how many calls you make over the course of a day to check in, or how many well-meaning neighbors drop in to help, leaving your mother alone for hours in this state is a dangerous gamble.

You fight back tears of frustration. You grew up without siblings and your father has been gone for years. Being alone is something you’ve had a long time to get used to.

But you’ve still never felt as alone as you do right now.

You think in the quiet for a while, stroking your fingers across your mother’s upturned palm, unsure of what to say, unsure of what to do.

Unsure of what comes next.

“Kim Namjoon grew up to be such a handsome man,” your mother rasps.

The steady stroke of your fingers comes to an abrupt halt as the fine hairs on the nape of your neck stand on end.

“Excuse me?”

Your mother doesn’t repeat herself.

“Eomma,” you urge, nudging her hand with yours. “What is this talk of Kim Namjoon?”

Her lips quirk when she closes her eyes like she’s recalling a pleasant memory.

“His mother was beautiful,” she breathes quietly. “God smiled on that boy. He looks nothing like his father.”

The dull panic that’s already started to pulse in your chest sharpens to a point.

She has to be hallucinating.

She has to be taking too much medicine because nothing she’s saying makes any sense. You fumble for the bottles on her nightstand, pulling off the caps and pouring the pills out onto the tabletop. You count them over and over until you’re satisfied your mother hasn’t taken a dangerous amount of drugs.

“Eomma, why are you talking about Kim Namjoon?” you plead. “Help me understand.”

But when you look back to your mother, you realize your words are already falling on deaf ears. She’s slipped back into a sleep state once again.

If only it were that easy for you.

When you finally get to crawl into bed a short while later, you toss and turn all night.

Somewhere in the haze between asleep and awake you dream of Kim Namjoon.

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Your mother’s mental clarity is always better in the morning.

After she’s had a night of rest -- and whatever medicine she’s taken has had some time to wear off -- she’s much more alert, much more like her old self. But you still weren’t able to get anything by way of answers out of her as you made breakfast this morning.

You’d made her favorite cold cucumber soup before carefully broaching the subject of last night’s strange conversation. You’d waited patiently for some kind of explanation about why she mentioned a man she hasn’t spoken of in years.

It didn’t come.

There was something odd about the way your mother went completely quiet at your mention of Namjoon. Something odd about how adamant she was about not having any memory of the conversation at all.

That odd look on her face is the one thought on your mind as you make your way to work in a complete fog. You slip into an open elevator and hit the button for your floor on autopilot.

You don’t even realize that you’re not alone until a soft voice interrupts your thoughts.

“I remember you.”

Your eyes flick up from their unseeing stare at your shoes to a young woman standing against the elevator’s back wall.

“Miss Kim,” you breathe, brushing an errant hair out of your face. Your cheeks are still stinging from the cold. “Good morning.”

Namjoon’s sister is a beautiful woman, without a doubt — but until this moment, you hadn’t realized how much she resembles her brother. They have the same striking features, the same smooth skin and high cheekbones and full lips.

They share the same dark, kind eyes.

“I remember you now,” she repeats, mouth curving into a smile. “I knew I recognized you, but it wasn’t until a few weeks ago that I finally connected the dots.”

“Well, I wasn’t around a lot when we were kids,” you admit shyly. “So that’s certainly understandable.”

“That’s true,” she agrees. “And I try not to think back to those times a lot but you made an impression on me. You were always so sweet.”

Your cold cheeks seem to warm at her compliment.

“Thank you.”

The elevator stops at her floor but she seems reluctant to end the conversation. She leans against the door to prop it open.

“My brother,” she asks carefully, “Is he treating you well? Is he a fair boss?”

You clear your throat, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“Well, he’s not my boss anymore,” you admit. “He replaced me not long ago. But yes, he was very fair when I worked for him.”

Her lips part in a soft gesture of surprise when you deliver that news.

She’s quiet until the elevator blares a loud reminder that it’s time to close the doors. She smiles at you on her way out the door, opting not to comment on the quality of her brother’s staffing decisions.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she murmurs. “But I’m still really glad you’re here.”

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An inviting scent is the first thing you notice when you get home that night.

The second thing you notice are the voices.

You make your way down the long hallway with careful steps, trying to place the sound of the voice coming from your mother’s bedroom. It doesn’t sound like Mrs. Sim -- in fact, it doesn’t sound like anyone you know.

You stop short at the sight that greets you when you round the corner.

A woman -- a complete stranger is in your mother’s room.

You stand frozen in shock as you watch the stranger read to your mother from her seated position in the chair next to the bed. She looks up from the page when she realizes you’re there, giving you a better look at her pleasant, aged face.

“Aish,” she startles, clapping a hand over her chest. “Here I was, worried about scaring you and instead you’re the one giving me a fright.”

It takes you a moment to find your voice.

“Forgive me,” you start weakly, “But who are you? And how did you get into this house?”

The woman stands to adjust the pillow under your mother’s head before meeting you in the doorway. “She’s resting now,” she says, nodding at your mother’s still form on the bed. “Why don’t we talk in the kitchen?”

Should you be screaming right now? Calling the police?

There’s no good explanation for why you do neither and decide instead to follow this complete stranger into your kitchen instead. She walks to the stove to stir whatever she has cooking in the pot.

“Get off those feet,” she admonishes kindly. “I’m sure you’ve had a long day.”

Again you comply, inexplicably following orders.

“I made Budae Jjigae,” she explains, ladling some of the stew into a bowl. She sets it down in front of you, and you stare back at her like an idiot. The stew smells amazing, and you’re immediately hit with a well-timed hunger pang.

“Who are you?” you ask again.

“My name is Jinjoo,” she replies sweetly, handing you a spoon. “And I work for you now.”

“You work for me,” you repeat slowly.

“I do,” Jinjoo nods. “Mister Kim hired me.”

The spoon clatters loudly against the lip of the bowl when you drop it. For a moment, it’s hard to breathe. You have to wait for the strange sensation that snakes up your spine to subside before you speak again.

“Mister Kim.” You echo her again, dumbly.

Jinjoo takes a seat next to you at the table, radiating a patient kindness that makes you want to give into the urge to trust her. She smiles reassuringly at you, voice soothing when she speaks again.

“Yes. He said you needed help with your mother, and I can understand why. I nursed in hospitals for decades, dear. I can see your mother is in a bad way.”

You blink back at Jinjoo in stunned silence.

“I assure you, I’ll give your mother the best quality care,” she vows, patting one of your hands with her own. “And Mister Kim has already paid me well in advance, so don’t even think about trying to get rid of me.”

That statement almost makes you laugh.

You don’t want to get rid of Jinjoo at all. Ten minutes ago you had no idea she existed and in the span of one conversation she’s become one of the most important people you know. Tears well in your eyes as you stare into your bowl of stew, at a total loss for words.

Jinjoo seems to sense how overwhelmed you are. She gives you some space to process what’s going on, stroking one soft hand over your shoulder when she stands to leave.

“Eat something, dear. I’m gonna go sit with your mother for a while.”

You look up at her with watery eyes and nod, reaching for the spoon.

“This smells really good,” you say softly.

“Well, I’m a great cook. You’ll see,” she promises.

“Jinjoo -- “ you call out after her as she walks away. “Thank you,” you manage, voice thick with emotion. “I can’t thank you enough.”

The corners of her eyes crinkle when her mouth curves into a smile.

“You’re welcome.”

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Jinjoo’s stew was delicious -- not that you had the chance to fully appreciate it.

You’d sat in that kitchen alone for some time, eating slowly while you tried to process yet another bombshell in what seemed to be a series of them. Everything that’s happened to you since Namjoon reassigned you has been a whirlwind; from the sudden pay raise to the sudden arrival of Jinjoo.

You eat the last of the stew with your stomach in knots.

Namjoon knows your mother is sick. And you don’t know how to feel about it.

A part of you feels exposed when you think about him uncovering the sad details of your mother’s health battle. But knowing that he stepped in to help you fight it makes you feel something you haven’t felt in years.

Cared for.

The sound of laughter from your mother’s bedroom echoes down the hall and you stand to follow it.

Her favorite variety show is playing on the small TV in front of her bed, and it appears Jinjoo is a fan, too. You lean in the doorway and watch the women giggle at the silly skit. It’s been a long time since you’ve heard the sound of your mother’s laugh.

It makes you smile.

“Jinjoo, could you give us a moment, please?”

You almost hate to interrupt the instant camaraderie between the two women but you recognize that your mother is in the midst of a rare moment of clarity. You have to strike while the iron is hot.

“Of course,” she agrees, standing.

You wait until the sound of her footsteps fades away before taking her place in the worn chair next to your mother’s bed. Your mother smiles at you, taking one of your hands into her own.

You squeeze her fingers gently.

“Eomma, no more secrets,” you murmur. “Tell me the truth. Did Kim Namjoon come here?”

Your mother swallows thickly before nodding.

“He asked me not to tell you,” she admits. “He said he didn’t want you to refuse his help.”

You shut your eyes and imagine Namjoon in your home, in this room. Speaking to your mother. Making plans to send Jinjoo. Your chest squeezes so tight that for a moment it’s hard to breathe.

“Okay,” you concede quietly. You maintain the appearance of careful calm because you don’t want to make your mother feel worse than she already does., “It’s alright Eomma, I’m not angry, I promise.”

A peculiar look passes over her face. Her eyes dart away from yours and that’s all it takes for you to know you don’t have the full story. You decide to toughen your stance.

“Look at me, Eomma,” you say firmly. “If there’s anything I don’t know, you need to tell me right now. I need to know all of it. Everything.”

“I -- “

“Just tell me what it is,” you repeat, patience hanging by a thread.

Your mother sighs, lifting one weak hand in the direction of her dresser. You turn to stare at the pile of papers stacked there, realization dawning in an instant. You move on unsteady legs to walk over and take hold of them.

Radiology, pulmonology, chemotherapy.

You know exactly how much is owed on each of those bills because the numbers are burned into your mind. Those numbers are the reason you leave your mother for hours on end every day to go to work. Those numbers are the reason why it’s so hard to sleep at night.

You don’t realize that your hands are shaking until you hear the papers rustling.

Every bill bears the same neat, handwritten marking.

paid -- knj

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NAMJOON

Namjoon watched his sister leave early tonight with Hoseok. Seokjin is out to dinner with his wife. And Yoongi is off doing -- well, whatever the hell Yoongi does when he’s not around.

There’s no one here tonight to tell Namjoon to go home. No one to point out that he’s had too much to drink or that it’s happening far too often.

So he pours another scotch.

The glass sweats in his hand as he stands in front of his window, deep in thought.

Thinking about you.

Thinking about the way you struggled in silence, caring for your mother alone -- too proud to ask for help. The way you catered to Namjoon’s every need and whim without ever making mention of yours. The way he’d let it go on for far too long, selfishly wrapped up in the way you made him feel.

“That girl is going to get you killed.”

Namjoon tells himself the sound of your voice is a figment of his imagination, an entirely predictable side-effect of too much scotch. But it’s followed quickly by your soft footsteps against the plush carpet in his office and both sounds are too real to ignore.

He turns to assess you, quietly sipping his drink.

Fuck, you are beautiful.

You have no right turning up here tonight -- looking like that -- testing him when he is at his weakest. Your dark eyes flash with something like a challenge and Namjoon feels his blood warm.

“That girl is never at her desk and she has no idea who’s coming or going,” you accuse quietly. “She’s putting you at risk.”

Namjoon concedes your point with a slow half-smirk that teases the edge of his mouth.

“Perhaps,” he admits. “But there are different kinds of risk. Maybe you put me at risk, too.”

He shouldn’t take pleasure from the way your eyes go wide at that statement. Or from the way you overcompensate by standing taller, chin lifted high.

But he does.

“Mister Kim -- “ you start.

“ -- Namjoon,” he interrupts. “Don’t you think it’s time you called me Namjoon? Haven’t we known one another since we were kids?”

“Namjoon,” you correct yourself, taking a deep breath. “I know about everything. Jinjoo, the bills, all of it.”

Namjoon says nothing for a moment, draining his glass before setting it down on his desk with a heavy thud.

“Why?” you ask quietly. “Why did you do this for me?”

Because I would do anything for you.

He doesn’t voice that thought out loud. He knows he shouldn’t.

But he also knows he shouldn’t be closing the distance between you right now, and he’s doing that anyway. He steps closer, quietly, and you swallow hard, thrown by his silence and his advance.

“That’s not -- that’s not something you do for an employee,” you protest, slowly backing away. You stop only when the ledge of his desk hits you on the backside.

“The late nights and the extra hours. Everything else you did,” Namjoon murmurs, stepping close, chest rising and falling with his deep breaths. “Did you do that for your boss? Or did you do that for me?”

He leans closer, caging your body against his desk. Your lips part in surprise and Namjoon forces himself not to react when your tongue slips out to wet them.

“Namjoon, I -- ” your voice is barely above a whisper when you find it. “-- I don’t understand you right now.”

“How could I have every resource at my fingertips and not help you?” he asks, reaching one hand out to cup your face. The pad of his thumb ghosts over your lips and you shudder under his touch. “Why didn’t you come to me when you knew I could help?”

“I don’t know,” you admit, pupils blown and cheeks flushed.

“You should have come to me,” he admonishes quietly. You lean into the touch of his hand. “I would have given you anything you asked for. Anything.”

“I understand that,” you say quietly, the tremor in your voice betraying your attempt at calm. “Because I would give you anything you asked for, too.”

Something about the way you say that snaps Namjoon back to reality.

He looks down at you like he’s only just now realized that he’s loaded on scotch, leaning you over his desk -- and well on his way to taking advantage of this situation. He tenses, pulling away.

“This is -- this is not --” he sputters pathetically for a moment. “Go home,” he pleads. “Please.”

He’s never hated himself as much as he does right now -- when you’re looking up at him with hurt and confusion in those wide, dark eyes.

“Go home before I do something I can’t take back.”

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theanonymouswriterb · 3 years

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Dusk Til’ Dawn

Paring: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Mafia Au Series

Warnings : Warning: SMUT, literally porn on paper 😗, lots of fluff, violence, gang, bratty!reader, dom!tae, daddy!tae, daddy kink, babygirl kink, punishment, bigdick!tae, rough sex, make up sex, lots of after care, pregnancy kink, oral!sex, deep throating and everything in between🤧

Word count: 17k

Warning in this chapter: Possessive Behavior, jealous, beating, violence, kissing, blood, etc.

A/N: Hey sorry for the late post, but I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. There may be a few mistakes even though I looked over it a few times but I hope you’ll like it. If you like it please don’t forget to like and leave a comment and again if you want to be tagged please let me know. 🥺💕

Chapter 2: The negotiation.

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Flashback to a almost year after saving him:

The Rolls Royce drive down the street if Seoul as the darkness began to devour the city. Kim Taehyung began staring out the window as rain began dripping to the ground. He watched as lovers met and families having fun and what he would do to get the same things. The streets was filled with joy and he saw the smiles and laughters on the people’s faces, they were so happy whilst he was not and that struck him hard like a bullet through his chest. Oh yes he made a name for himself and took down the liars that mistook him as a stupid child. He’s now got everything he wanted, and built himself up, but he wasn’t happy. He could get very girl he wanted, but he wasn’t happy. He could take the world but then he couldn’t be happy either. It was hard for him to be happy. As he continued looking out the window, the car came to a stop at the red light. He turned his head towards his man who was driving, then back again towards the window now covered with rain. He then saw the flower shop and remembered, he remembered the women, the women that he can’t get his mind off of, the women that reigns his minds. The one that changed him and wants him to be a better man, for her. He remembers going back to her house, knocking on the door but there was no response, he continued doing the same thing over and over for everyday almost a year now but there was no one on the other side of the door. But he didn’t give up, he continued thinking about her and the way she felt on his lips. Oh what a wonder she was. Suddenly breaking from his thoughts, he got out of his car, his men’s eyes widening in shock. “Boss” one shouted out as they got out going after him, preparing to protect him at all cost. But he didn’t care, he continued walking toward the flower shop and opened the door as his men followed behind. The smell of roses enchanted him and he couldn’t help but smile. Pulled from his trance, he heard a voice began “ Could I help you with anything sir?”. He looked over and smiled back at the women who was staring at him. “I’m looking for a Bouquet for my wife” he said looking at the women “Could you help me?” He continued. A smile grew on the women’s face as she looked at him “Yes I would love to” she spoke back to him, “ what kind of bouquet do you want”. He didn’t know what kind of Bouquet y/n would want, he didn’t even know what she likes, he just met her for a day, as he continued thinking for a moment he finally said “ I want the most expensive bouquet that you can make, make it look really beautiful so when my wife sees it she’ll fall in love”.

“You must really love your wife sir” the florist said looking at him, “she’s a lucky women to have a husband like you” she continued. “Yes, she’s very lucky, as I am for having her as my wife” he said, thinking about Y/n. “Do you prefer any certain color” the florist asked still smiling, he was gonna ask her to chose but then said “Why not try lavender, I’m sure she’ll love that”. He looked at the way the florist eyes gleamed and she spoke out “Yes, I think she would love that too sir” then continued on whilst behind to collect flowers to start making the bouquet “Sir, did you know that Lavender Symbolizes love at first sight and enchantment?”

“Oh” he whispered almost shock, “well now I know” he continued happy with his decision.

Love at first right he thought, love at first sight.

He looked at the way the florist arranged the flowers and couldn’t help but smile, he then began thinking to himself, hoping she would be home to accept his confession of love from him.

Pulling away from his thoughts, he continue looking at the florist finishing off the bouquet and adding a few last touches and adding a ribbon around it to hold it in place, then she handed the bouquet to him. Taking the bouquet, he lifted it to his nose and took in the scent of the flowers and closed his eyes.

“Boss” Chase’s voice came from behind him. “You’re really getting a Bouquet ?” Chase asked looking at him almost concerned for some reason. “Yes, I’m getting a Bouquet for my wife” Taehyung spoke looking at him. “But you don’t have a wif-” Chase countered but before he could finish, Taehyung glared at him. “Of course, yes for madam” chase continued Sarcastically. He then leaned in toward Taehyung and wispered “Boss, you okay? You’re not doing crazy on me are you?” Questioning him to why his boss suddenly had a wife. “Crazy? No, I’m just getting a bouquet for my WIFE” Taehyung emphasized, glaring. “Friend, don’t question me about what I’m doing” Taehyung continued and Chase bowed his head in agreement but then looked back up and whispered in Taehyung’s ears, “it’s for Her? Y/n? The one you’re now calling your wife?” “Yes” Taehyung responded fast. “Ok” Chase spoke out deciding not to push his Friend further, as Chase took a few steps backwards giving his boss space he heard “ I know that I haven’t seen her in almost a years but I want to keep trying until she opens up her door for me”. Chase nodded not question him further.

Turning to the florist who had been staring at them for a few minutes now, Taehyung began “ Thank you for the beautiful bouquet” handing his credit card to the florist to pay. “Thanks again” he said after receiving his card back and walking away with the bouquet in his hands.

Walking out the shop back to his car, he suddenly stopping, he removed the umbrella that was held up by one of his men and lifted his face to the skies, feeling the way the rain fell onto his face. He was enchanted, enchanted in his thought, the thoughts that always wonder to her. Then opening his eyes, he felt something bump into him, he lowered his gaze where he felt the bump and met the gaze of a young child about 2 years old. The child began crying from the pain bumping into Taehyung, rubbing her eyes, Taehyung then crouched down to her level and spoke softly, “ don’t cry baby” soothing her, touching her soft face with his finger and the little girl stopped crying. He then picked a rose from the Bouquet and handing it to her, ruffling the girls hair. The sound of footsteps running approached them and he saw the mother, shock in her eyes then she said “I’m so s-s-sorry” and grabbing her baby and he saw the fear drain her eyes. “Don’t worry about it” Taehyung spoke, removing his gaze from them, walking towards his car and stepping in. His men rushed to their cars as well and they began to drive off. “Change of plans” Taehyung began, then Chase finished his sentence “to her house?” “Yes” Taehyung agreed. The drive to her house was fairly fast, approaching the front door of her house, he hesitated, then knocked on the front door. But no response, he continued knocking and waiting and waiting but there was still no response. He didn’t have all the time in the world but he waited for her and there was still no response, after 30 minutes waiting for the door to open, he placed the bouquet in front of the door, turned and walked aback to the his car, driving home.

He continued to do the same thing over and over again for days, then the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months. He continued waiting for an answer at the door, then placing the flowers at her doorstep and leaving when there was no response. He thought about giving up but it wanted to try for one last time. With the same style of bouquet in his hand, he walked up the shoes to the front door of her house, then lifted his hand and knocked on the door. He waited for a few minutes then footsteps on the other side of the door and he sighed out in relief. The door unlocked and hope filled his eyes as the door opened.

“Can I help you my boy” the old women at the door spoke out. He looked shocked, did she move? He thought to himself. “Oh, I was looking for y/n?, is she here?” He asked curiosity filling his voice. “Y/n?” The old women began, “she doesn’t live here anymore son, she sold her house to me, now I live here” smiling at him. He frowned, then looked up at the old women smiling. Then the women asked “Are those flowers for her?” “No.” He lied, “I’m giving these to you and I hope you have a wonderful day” he continued. “Thank you son and I’m sorry” she said. “Don’t be” he countered, bowing to the old women, saying good bye then turning away sadness filling his eyes.

She left?

Present day at the Kim mansion

They embraced each other like lovers and took in each other scents, the way they felt in each other’s arm were like they were made for each other, just like how a right key fits into the right lock. They didn’t move and they didn’t care either they were now lost in their own world and the time had slowed down. Y/n then pulled away, looking up at him, looking at the way he was looking down at her, like she was a piece of meat that was about to be devoured. Taehyung’s had came up to her face and he leaned in hoping to kiss her on her enchanting lips, but moved her face to the side and said “who said you can kiss me?” There was playfulness to her voice and he let out a small laugh, taking her face again in his hands and stroking it slowing and his fingers then gripped her chin and lifted her face. He then leaned in again, trying to kiss her but she pushed him away. He didn’t budge but he moved back giving her space. “I didn’t sign up for this Taehyung” she began softly, feeling guilty for pushing him away. The way she spoke his name made him feel weak and he couldn’t cope

“Then what did you sign up for princess?” he asked walking towards his bed and sitting down and then looking at her. “I don’t know, that why we need to talk about it” she said leaning back against the bedroom door. “ so we’re gonna negotiate now?” He asked her, never removing his eyes from hers. “Yes, if I’m gonna stay, we need to get some things straight” she confirmed. He then got up, still looking at her and then walking towards her, “ well before we start the negotiation, you need to eat, you’re probably really hungry” he began taking her hand into his, griping it hard but not enough to hurt her, just enough to keep her beside him. As he open the door to walk them out, she stopped them both saying “ I can’t go out like this, I look like a slu-”, “Slut, you look like a slut” he finished. She was so shocked at this moment and now she was mad, how the fuck can he go from being so sweet, embracing her and telling her he loves her then to calling her a slut. But then again she almost called herself a slut. She pulled her hand away from his and grabbed a vase from a small table, throwing it at him and he ducked “why are you such a fucking asshole?” She asked angrily. “Well that’s what you are” he said walking back towards her. “I saw the way you were dancing on that idiot of a man, the way you grinded on him, the way you moved your hips on his-” he stopped himself as he reached her, looking at her like a animal, was he jealous?, jealous at the memory of what he saw her doing at his club? He wanted to kiss her so bad, devour those plushy lips of hers and take her and make love to her but he couldn’t, he couldn’t do it if she didn’t want to. “He’s not an idiot he’s my m-” she said as she got Interrupted by him. “ is he your boyfriend” he asked beginning to get angry. “No” Y/n answered, thinking, she wasn’t lying, Jungkook wasn’t her boyfriend, not at all, they flirt with each other but he doesn’t love her, right? “Good” he spoke “now let’s go” pulling her from her trance and out towards the grand stairs. “And you do t look like a slut, you look beautiful and the maids won’t even think about questioning you or your looks ” he continued not looking at her walking her down the stairs. “But I haven’t showered” Y/n spoke back and he stopped. “You can shower after you have something to eat princess, you need some energy” he spoke as softly as he could. “But I don’t have any clothes” she she countered. “Princess, don’t worry about it” he sighed. “ I got it all covered” pulling her softly leading her to the kitchen.

“Sir, madam, good morning” a maid began, as Taehyung and Y/n reached the kitchen. “Princess, this is Mrs Kang, this the Head maid and chef, she’ll get you anything you want” he said aloud “Mrs kang, this is my princess Y/n” he continued and Y/n rolled her eyes at him and he smirked. “ Nice to meet you Madam, I hope you treat me well and I look forward to helping you” Mrs kang bowed. “Nice to meet you too, I hope to get to know you better & it’s just y/n” Y/n smiled softly as she spoke to Mrs Kang and Mrs kang was pleased to have met the women that will help her boss change, she was glad that he chose Y/n. “Mrs kang, can you make some breakfast for my princess” Taehyung spoke as he looked down at Y/n who was glaring up at him and smacking him on his arm. “Stop” she whispered then looking at the maid, “Mrs kang don’t worry about it, I can make it myself” she continued and Mrs kang shook her head saying “No Madam, it would be an honor to make your breakfast, I’ll be making an English breakfast for you, would that be alright?” Mrs hang continued. “Yes that would be great” Y/n said smiling. Not knowing that Taehyung left her side, she felt hands snake up sound her waist and felt his presence from behind, giving her a back hug, snuggling her face in her neck and he whispered in her ear, “baby, eat and get some energy, I’ll be in my office, take your time, I’ll be back before you’re done, I just need to take care of some stuff” he leaned in to peck her cheeks then stopped himself remembering how she didn’t like it when he kissed her. “Okay?” He asked. She stared at him, she wanted to tell him to stop hugging her, and to stop calling her princess and baby cause they weren’t together but then stopped herself and she pushed his arms off her and said “okay” giving him a soft smile. He stepped away from her, then gave her a wink walking away and all she could do was roll her eyes as he let out a small laugh.

“Madam if you don’t mind me speaking, I would love to tell you something ” Mrs kang’s voice came from behind her as she watched Taehyung walk away. “Mr Kim has never brought anyone home before and I’m very glad that he brought you home” Mrs kang continued. “Really?” Y/n asked shocked. “I’m surprised” she continued and Mrs kang looked at her “Mr Kim never brings anyone home, his home is his safe place and you being here made it better for him, I’ve never seen him this happy before” y/n was shocked hearing this, he really likes her huh? She couldn’t believe it, she was the only girl he has brought home but surely that couldn’t be true. She continued thinking about how crazy this all was, she saved him, five years ago and here she was, five years later in his house, crazy right? Pulled away from her thought y/n looked up meeting Mrs Kang’s eyes “ Madam your breakfast is ready” Mrs kang began. “No don’t call me madam, I’m just Y/n” Y/n said with a soft gaze. “No madam, you make Mr Kim really happy and you deserve that title” Mrs Kang Countered and Y/n couldn’t help but nod. “I hope you enjoy your food, if you need anything else don’t hesitate to call me” Mrs kang continued as she bowed her head and then looked at Y/n, giving her a warm smile. “Thank you” Y/n then said smiling back as she sat down at the marble table and began to eat her food. She was very happy to have met such a kindhearted soul and couldn’t wait to learn more about her.

Second turned minutes as she finished her food and Mrs Kang took away her plate to clean them and place it in the dishwasher. She began thinking about nonsense, then she felt a shadow lean over her and she looked up at the man leaning over her. Kim Taehyung. Back from his small business, Taehyung wrapped his arms around Y/n’s shoulders across her chest and leaned in closer. “ did you enjoy your breakfast baby” he asked. “It was really nice” y/n responded, then continued “ But if you don’t get your arms off me, I’ll break it” Glaring at him. “You really don’t know personal space do you?” Y/n asked as he removed himself from her, looking hurt at the way she spoke to him. Then he countered “No since you’re already my girl” she then rolled her eyes and all he did was smirk. “Baby you’re so bratty you know that?” He snarled playfully. “I’m not your baby and not your girl either, I never agreed” she spoke with spite in her tone. “ I didn’t agree to that” and continued “ I might have saved you and I’m sure you’re great full but I didn’t sign up to be your girl, I signed up to help you”

He looked at her but didn’t say a word. He was hurt by her words. She knew her would hurt him by the way he lowered his gaze then said “ look, I’m really sorry, I’m sorry that you’re in love with me and I’m sorry that I don’t feel the same way now”

“Now?” He asked “you loved me before?” He continued as he sighed out. “Yes five years ago, I did fall in love with you” she confessed “ but things are different now”

“You loved me?” He asked in awe, almost tearing up. “Yes, I guess you can say it was love at first sight, you came knocking on my door and I thought how beautiful you were” she began as she closed her eyes remembering “you were like a Greek god at my door, you looked amazing and I fell in love but I knew nothing about you” “well get to know me now then” he spoke out, as she opened her eyes to look at him. “I am getting to know you but not like that” she said softly lowering her gaze. “Why not?” He asked. “Why not?” He asked again frustrated, now holding her head up to meet his gaze. “ because…” she began. “Because what” he countered. “ because I love someone else” she confessed and his heart shattered. “Do you really love him?” He asked angrily and she nodded at his question and he released her face and walked off in frustration, then stopped and came back, leaning in close to her face. “Why can’t you give me a chance” he asked. She looked at his pleading eyes “I want to but I can’t” she said slowly. “Why not” there was anger in his voice. “Why can’t you give me a chance” “because I love another person.” She let out a sigh as she spoke.

“Is it the guy at the club? The one you were fucking on the dance floor” he said now really angry and jealous and accusing her “I was not fucking him on the dance floor” she said back defending herself. “That’s the guy you’re in love with?” He asked as he gripped her face. “He’s pathetic, I can give you everything in the world and he can’t give you a thing other than a quick fuck” he snarled. “Why are such an ass?” She snarled back. “Because princess you make me this way” “you make me frustrated, you’re in my house and you’re confessing your love for another man? and all I want to do is bend you over this table and take you as mine and show you how much I love you but I know you don’t want that” she looked at him shocked at his sudden confession….again. “Stop” she said but he continued “ I want you all to myself and I hate the way you talk about another man when you’re here with me” “but weren’t you fucking a girl in the balcony last night?” She spoke out loud not meeting his tone “so don’t talk to me about my love for another man when you were fucking a girl yesterday” “on my princess’s jealous” he accused again. “Jealous? Jealous my ass. Fuck you!” She glared and his eyes suddenly changed, he was different, domineering but she wasn’t scared, he grabbed her face and kissed it roughly, tongue poking at her lips to get access to her mouth but she didn’t budge. In frustration and anger she tried shoving him off and pushing him away but he didn’t move, not one bit.

He slowed down the kiss and she bit his lips in anger and he removed his lips from his and she took this opportunity to shove him with all her might, despite him being twice, maybe three times her size and was able to make him stumble backwards touching his bleeding lips. “You asshole I fucking hate you!” She screamed walking way from him towards the front door. She hated the way he forced himself onto her and the way she couldn’t do anything about it. Before she reached the door, she was stopped by arms around her waist, gripping her hard not wanting to let her go. “I’m sorry, princess, I’m so sorry” he said as soft as he could . “I’m so sorry” he repeated. “I hate you so much you know that!” She choked out. “ don’t go..please don’t go” this was the third time he begged. “ why are you like this” she cried out. But all he could say was sorry. She had the softest spot for him even when he’s being an asshole. “I’m sorry” he said again and turned again. “Don’t ever do that again or I’ll really leave” looking up at him, glaring. “Okay, now let’s go negotiate” he spoke trying to change the subject his voice so soft it made her forget she was mad at him. The things he can do to her is unbelievable. “ okay” she replied as he took her hands leading her to his office.

Girls only say ‘ I hate you’ to the ones they love. Right?

A few minutes have passed as he leaded her into his office, the place was grand, full of luxurious items and artworks and she broke the silence. “Why did you do that?” Asking him. “I’m not sure” he replied, “ I guess I just got really jealous when you spoke about him” not even turning to look at her he sat her down in front of his desk and walked around to take his seat. “I didn’t like the way you were accusing me and I didn’t have any more control, I’m sorry” he spoke finally looking at Y/n. Why can’t it be me?, the love that you love?, he thought to himself not wanting to push her any further. She was in a way jealous too, but her pride didn’t let her back down form the accusation, she was also jealous of the way he held that girl in his arms. He saw the way she shifted in her seat and the look on her gave showed that she was jealous of something and he spoke out still looking at her. “Should we start the negotiation then”. “Yes” Y/n replied finally meeting his gaze. “What’s the first thing you want then?” Taehyung asked her. “First I want you to stop treating me like I’m your girlfriend” she spoke with no hesitation in her voice. “I can’t do that” he replied, “ its in me to treat you that way, I really like you, no fuck that, I love you” confessing his feeling over and over again. “Taehyung” she starts, “no princess, I want to keep treating you like I’m in love with you” he continued and she didn’t know what to say. He then changed the subject “what else do you wants?”, “ I want to be able to do everything I want in this house and go out with out you always being on my back!” Y/n continued. “Okay, anything else” still looking at her, now his face in a frown. “I want to be able to have freedom, I want to only embrace you when I want to, when I feel like you need me, I’m only going to be there for you when you really need me, okay?” She asked. But he needed her everyday , to be by his side but he can’t be greedy, he needs to give her the space she wants and he agreed nodding his head. “ I also don’t want you to stop me meeting whoever I want and I don’t want you keeping things from me either” she said as his frown worsened. “Fine, but I thought we weren’t in a relationship.” he finally spoke. “We’re not but if I’m gonna be here then I don’t want you to be lying to me or keeping things from me either”. “But I don’t want you to know everything that I do” he whispered out she didn’t hear it.

“Aren’t you gonna write this down?” She asked questioning him to why he was just staring at her. “ we’re negotiating and all I see you do is nod, I don’t see you taking this seriously!”she continued. “Princess, I don’t care about no contact shit on paper, once you have my word, you have it!” He replied in a low tone. Y/n then removed her gaze form his not be able to look at him any further. “ Is that everything then?” Taehyung ushered out. “Yes” she replied. “Good, its now my turn” he said as her eyes met his. “ I don’t want you sneaking into my office when I’m not there, when I say no it means no” he continued “when I want you home by a certain time, you’ll be home” before he could continue on she cuts him off “ who the fuck are you, my dad?” She asked annoyed “No, but I can be if I have to” he replied meeting her tone. “Fine”she said finally giving into his words. “When I go to events and to clubs, I want you to accompany me but I don’t want you getting drunk, ok?” He asked “I want you to start learning, self defense, boxing, taekwondo and I want you to learn how to use a gun” he said. “Why ?” She asked curious. “Because I won’t be home all the time and I’m giving you your freedom but once you starts accompanying me to events and my clubs, people with think, you’re mine women, which you are and they’ll try things” “like trying to shoot me”y/n asked almost concerned. “maybe, maybe kidnap you, but when I’m by your side they won’t try any of that shit, I’ll protect you at all cost” why did I sign up to this shit asking herself, its for a good cause right? “ I also want us to share the same bed” he spoke still looking at her. “What, NO!” She screamed out and he laughed out looking at the way shock filled her face. “I’m only kidding baby, you’ll have your own room and I’ll have mine, but I’m sure we’ll end up sharing the same bed in he future” he smirked and she rolled her eyes, “don’t test your luck, baby” she said sarcastically mocking him. But she didn’t know what that nickname did to him, oh he could instantly get hard if she said it again. “You’re family and friends will have protection, I won’t stop you from meeting them either but they’ll be watched to keep them safe” y/n nodded agreeing to his words. “I’ll be giving you a body guard and you’ll get a maid too”. “Anything else?” she asked mockingly and he smirked at her playfulness. “ Yes, just one more thing”, “And what is that Mr Kim?” She asked, now playing a deadly game and he was so damn hard under the table. “I don’t want you meeting the man you were grinding on at the club”. “You mean, Jungkook?”

“Yes, whatever the fuck his name is” he snarled, hating the way the man’s name rolled of her tongue. “No” she said sternly. “I don’t want to stop meeting him”

“Why not, are you fucking him?, is it a thing?” He asked anger rising. “No he’s just a friend” she lied, hoping to get him off her back. “ So you always grind on a friend like that?” He asked annoyed. “Y’all are friends with benefits then?” “ No its not like that, we’re getting serious”she defended herself. “Well its not going to go any further than that, you’re gonna stop seeing him” she couldn’t believe the audacity, he’s so controlling. “No, I’ll meet him when I want, you can’t stop me” she said defending her place, stubbornness rising. “You will baby” he said as he got up to move around the table. “No, are you gonna make me?” She asked smirking “you’re such a brat, you know that?” He asked touching her chin. “You’re giving me all these lists that I have to follow to keep you by my side but when I ask you to stop meeting him, you’re gonna question me?” Rubbing her lips teasingly with his thumb. “I’m not gonna stop meeting him and that’s final. You’re not one to talk either, I’m sure your still gonna be meeting other women and I’m not gonna stop you!”Y/n spoke as she continued staring back up at him. “That’s what you don’t get baby” Taehyung began now leaning onto his desk. “I don’t want any other women other than you, they mean nothing to me” talking her hand into his. He was so smooth, way too smooth. “Well if you’re gonna call every girl you meet baby, then it means nothing to me” she countered not knowing what she started. “So you’re saying you’ll love me back if I only called YOU baby?” He asked as curiosity filled his voice. “I didn’t say that” “So what DID you mean, when you said if I called other girls baby it wouldn’t mean anything to you” Taehyung asked again. “Nothing, lets get back to business” she spoke back changing the subject and they both knew she was a little bit jealous of the fact that he called other women ‘baby’ but wasn’t she doing the same thing with Jungkook? But the only difference was, she might be in love with Jungkook. But that will change one day, she didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that she might fall in love with Taehyung one day ,like she was before, before her and Jungkook became serious.

“What are you thinking about princess ?” Taehyung pulled her form her thoughts, the one where she’s dint even know she was day dreaming. “Nothing” Y/n replied looking away. “The deal is done then” He began again and Y/n nodded in agreement “Good, I don’t want you to be seeing another man” Then took her hand again and she got up following him out his office. “No, he’s important to me” she replied and he stoppered in his tracks before the steps that leaded up to the second floor of his mansion. “Are you really that in love with him?”, she hesitated, thinking, was Jungkook really important to her?, if he was why would she be here with Taehyung in his house. “I don’t know, but I know he’s important to me” she confessed. “Are you ever gonna listen to me?” He asked changing the subject, glad at the fact that she was unsure if she loved another guy, which ensured he had a chance with her. “Why do you dislike him so much anyway, you don’t even know him?” She asked curious as he turned, his face now inches away from hers. “Well for starters, he’s always in you’re head, you might be in love with him, he’s kissed you and if I wasn’t late going back to you, you would have been In love with me, it should have been my lips you should’ve kissed”he leaned In hovering over her lips. “That’s why I hate him, I hate that he reached you before I could and I was too late” he continued as their lips touched but she pulled away. “Stop”, “you’re not too late, I’m just unsure of want I want right now” pity covering her voice. He smiled at her response. He wasn’t too late. “Oh and if you try kissing me again, I’ll really hurt you” she threatened. Taehyung looked at her, a smirk plastered on his face and pecked her forehead and she was frozen in place. “ I won’t do it again until you let me” he said leading her up the grand stair case.

A few minutes later.

“Where are you taking me?” Y/N asked softly curiosity filling her voice as Taehyung lead her through the corridors. “To your Bedroom obviously” he replied not looking at her. “Well shouldn’t at least go home to get some clothes?” She questioned him. “Princess, don’t worry about that” he responded as they reached huge doors with s dragon carvings and the head of a dragon as the handle of the doors. She was amazed at how huge the doors was, but she was more shocked as he opened the doors and they entered the room that was now hers. “Princess, in this room, you have everything, you’ll have privacy and-“ he paused leading her towards her walk in closet. “ Here are all your new clothes, lingers, jewelry and everything else that you’ll need” he finished off letting go of her small hands. “Wow, you had all this panned huh? She asked walking further into the closet. “Of course, I waited for five years and prepared everything”. Y/n let’s out a small laugh looking at hi, “so this is all for me?” She asked “ yes princess” he answered and she rolled her eyes at the nickname. “And how do you know that all the clothes in here fits me”. “Princess, remember your figure very well and its an intuition, I just know you that well” he spoke smiling at her. Y/n couldn’t help but smile him, she was unsure wether he was stupid, psycho or everything in between. She just couldn’t believe he prepared all of this for her. “Well” she starts, “ I still need to grab a few things form my house” she continued. “Like what?” He asked curious. “ like a lot of things” she said eyes widening in frustration, didn’t he just agree to give her space?. “Okay, we can go after you shower” and she nodded in agreement as he began to lead her to the en-suite bathroom, as they entered the bathroom she was in awe at how amazing it looked, two huge diamond chandelier hanging from the ceiling, floor to ceiling windows, couple sinks with huge round mirror that glowed, to the right was two rain showers and right in the middle was a bath made from crystals. As she walked around the bathroom like a kid in a candy store, Taehyung’s hands wrapped around her small waist. “Do you want me to join you in the shower?” He asked teasingly. Then she elbowed him hard In the stomach and he groaned in plain, crouching down to the floor and holding his sides. “Fuck” he groaned. “ I told you not to do that again” Y/n began speaking with spite in her voice, she watched him as he continued soothing his side that was still in pain. She continued looking at him as he was still groaning in pain. “Are you okay?” She asked now feeling bad. But here was no answer just a deeper groan as if he was in more pain. “I’m so sorry” she said, sympathy filling her voice. “Oh, I’m so sorry” she repeated as she began to worry about him. She then crouched down to his level and palmed the right side of his face, and he looked up at her and he saw the worry look on her face. He tried holding in his laugh, he really did but couldn’t and he lets out the small laugh then smirked at her, “you care about me, don’t you?” He asked her, touching her small hand that was on his face. “I thought you were in pain?” She asked Taehyung. “I wasn’t in pain princess, you know how to throw punches and your elbow hits hard but I’m fine, I just wanted to see if you care” he smiled her. She then tried pulled her hand that was on his face away but his hand dripped it hard, she tried pulling it again but his grip still firm on her hand. She was no angry at him, how could he play like that, how could he play with her feelings, she them stood up and he mirrored her. “Princess, don’t be angry” He began playfully “You were the one who elbowed me, I should be the one who’s angry” he continued. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?” “You’re such an asshole” she continued, getting more and more angry. “I know, but now I know you actually care about me” he countered, happiness in his voice, y/n cared for him and he couldn’t be more happy at that fact. “You play way too much” she said looking away from him the frown still apparent on her face.

Then he pulled her closer by her hand that was still in his and hugged her. “I only do it because I love the way you react and I love you” he said, as he lifted her face and her eyes met his and he pecked her forehand with his lips. Y/n was ready to throw another punch but then stopped when Taehyung hurriedly stepped back his arms up ready to defend himself “Princess stop, you’ll end up really hurting me this time” he starts as he watch her lower her fist. She approached him and pushed him out slowly as he took her small hand up to his chest and she began saying “if you don’t want me to hit you then you should probably leave, before my fist meets your face” damn she was sassy and he fell further. “Plus I need to start showering” she continued. “Wait, you’re not gonna let me watch the show” he teased. “What show? Now leave” giving him a final push and he was out the bathroom and she slammed the door in his face. “I’LL BE WAITING FOR YOU BABY”Y/n hears him shout on the other side of the door and she couldn’t help but smile. She turned the shower on and began to strip herself off her clothes and entered the showers, now the glass steamed up. As the water hits her face, she sighed out, her muscles now relaxed and her mind blank. As she continued washing her self, her mind couldn’t help but wonder to Taehyung, the man who was showering her with affection and told her he loved her many times and she began to forget about Jungkook. Oh what was he doing to her? She was falling fast and there was no ropes to hold on to.

Outside the bathroom minutes before.

“I’LL BE WAITING FOR YOU BABY!” Taehyung shouted as the door slammed in his face. She’s really something, he thought to himself. Then a knock came at the bedroom door. “Boss” he heard, now the smile he had on his face gone, the smile turning into a glare. “What!” He spoke silently still looking at the bathroom door then looking away. “We found your half brother” the voice spoke. “Good!” Taehyung turned on his feet hearing the shower turn on, walking out the bedroom. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to tell me why the fuck, they decided to keep him but leave me” the anger in is voice could kill someone instantly. Looking at the man in front of him Taehyung continued, “ Get me all the information you can and trail him, I’m sure he’ll lead us to my mother”. Taehyung was angry, he questioned why it had to be him, why they left him, a new born baby at front of an adoption center with just a name, nothing but a name but then they had another baby, his mother had another baby and decided to keep him. Thanks to them, he’s where he is now, with vengeance on his mind. Both of his parents left him then both left a new life not caring about him one bit, not one bit and thinking about it made him angry, more angry than any more could imagine. “And the man in the basement?, still not talking?” Taehyung asked walking down the stairs, his men behind him. “ no sir, we’ve done everything, beat him , stabbed him but he’s not taking”. “He’s a loyal dog then” Taehyung asked “yes sir, that’s what he makes it out to be”, the man behind him answered. Then Teahyung began again, “the reason he’s not talking is cause I’m not there” he turned to the man, who bowed his head in fear and respect. “You’re all clearly not doing enough!” He snarled. “Sorry sir, we’ll do better” the man answered as Taehyung rolled up his sleeve, turning again. Walking down to the basement, then scanning his eyes and the huge steel doors swung opened like a vault and there the man was, drenched in blood, a wool sack covering his head. As he hears the footsteps of Taehyung, he began to shiver, he knew Taehyung’s presence, it was almost like all the air disappears when Taehyung enters a room, and everyone bows in fear. “Do I always have to do the job myself?” Taehyung growled, looking at his men who lowered their gazes, then back at the man before him, who was shivering Horrendously and Taehyung pulled the woolen sack off his head. Lowering himself down to meet the man’s eyes, he began “so what’s your name?” But there was no answer, the man just lowered his eyes to the grown and Taehyung huffed out a laugh. “I hate asking twice” Taehyung spoke in a low tone, then holds his right hand out and one of his men placed a hammer in his hand. Playing with the hammer, he span it and then looked at the man. There was fear in his eyes, “you know I’m not like my men, I’m their boss!” He growled as he swung his hand back with force, the hammer in hand and the hammer almost lands in the mans skull before he choked out. “ I’ll tell you everything!” And continued stuttering “ p-p-please d-d-don’t k-kill m-me” tears how filling his eyes. “I guess we’re both finally on the same page” Taehyung said giving the hammer back to his man on his right side. Still looking at the bloodied man ,Taehyung studied his face and watched the way the man’s breath hitched like he was struggling to breathe then the man began “My name is Choi Daniel”, “Nice to meet you Mr Choi” Taehyung countered, just as the man began to speak again, Taehyung interrupted “would you mind telling me why you were stealing at my casino?” Glaring at the man. “I-I-I’m s-s-sorry” Daniel replied stuttering, “ I was forced to-“ “by who?” Taehyung questioned but the man stopped talking “I guess we’re not really on the same page” he said. Holding out his hand again, the same hammer returned and he said “I guess you really want me to break your skull” still playing with the hammer in hand. “I- I really don’t know anything, I was just told to do so and was told not to say anything or else they’ll kill my family” Daniel said scared. “I hate to

break it to you but your family is probably dead, now that you’re caught, it’s likely that they killed your family, to take them off the grid with you” Taehyung said with no emotion in his voice. Daniel’s eyes widen in shock and he began screaming and crying hysterically like a mad man. “NO,NO,NO!, MY FAMILY” he screamed and Taehyung continued looking at him. “Then just kill me, if my family is not hear then just kill me, please!” The man cried out. “PLEASEEE!” He continued and Taehyung looked at him pathetically. “You did me wrong and there’s no guarantee that I won’t kill you, I might let you live but before I make that decision, I need you to give me a name.” Taehyung whispered. The man looked up at him pathetically, tears spilling from his eyes then he said. “He’s known as the wolf of Ilsan” Taehyung smiled, happy that the man answered then said, “I hope you meet your family where ever they might be”, “what?” The man asked eyes widening then Taehyung swung the hammer right into the man’s skill as blood splattered out into him. “Thank you for your Corporation” he said with no emotion in him. There was no life left in the man as his body went limp. Taehyung wasn’t just gonna let anyone do him dirty especially someone who plays with the ops. “Clean this shit up!” Taehyung spoke in a low tone handing the bloodied hammer over to his man. “And find everything you can find out about that wolf!” He continued walking away as get was handed a towel to wipe away the blood on his face. “ find out everything, find where he lives, find where he currently is and Before you find out all these things, don’t think about showing your faces in front of me!” He snarled not looking at them, as his men bowed as he left the basement . Walking out, he was greeted by chase, his right hand man, who always seems to be gone. “And where the fuck were you!” Taehyung snapped, glaring at the man in front of him. “I was finding more information boss and I was at the casino” “what type of information” Taehyung questioned and chase continued “info about the deal we had in Macau, your brother was the leading factor.” “Really?” Taehyung questioned. “Yes boss” Chase confirmed. “Right, well I told the others to keep their eyes on him and get everything as much information as they can” Taehyung spoke as he continued walking up the steps, Chase not far behind. “ So how’s the casino?” Taehyung questioned changing the subject.” A lot better than the week before, we’re making 10 times more” “good” Taehyung said. “And what about the guns?” He asked raising an eyebrow. “We’re making more exchanges and everyone is willing to pay more” chase said and Taehyung nodded as they reached the ground floor of the mansion and there she was waiting for him, in a dress he picked for her, looking like an angel sent from heaven laughing and smiling whilst talking to their maids. She then turned to look at him and met his gaze and he could die at that moment.

“What the fuck happened to you” Y/n asked shocked at his state. “Business princess” he replied as the maids bowed their heads in his presence. “I see you’re getting along well with everyone” he said walking towards her. “Well of-cours- is this your blood?” She asked shocked. “No bab-“ before he could finish she said “then who’s is it?” Now eyebrows raised and eyes widen. Taehyung then looked at the maids and then at chase, tilting his head signaling them to leave and they bowed and left. “Baby it’s really nothing” he began. “It’s not nothing! You have someone’s blood on you” she screamed silently. “Who’s blood is it?” She asked taking a step back and he approved her again lifting his hand to touch her soft face. “ it’s another man’s” he replied leaning in touching her forehead with his. “So this is what you do?” She asked silently and he replied “yes, part of it, if I have to” and she closed her eyes and sighed. “Why?” “Because it’s in me to do so” he continued “I’m a monster, it’s what I do” he said slighting raising his voice and she opened her eyes to meet his but didn’t say anything. She just had to accept what he does, even if he killed people, he was her monster. “You know I would never do it if they didn’t deserve it” he said trying to sooth her. “And how do you make that decision?” Y/n asked back. “I make that decision on if they betrayed me or try to” he replied. “But I never hurt women or children” he said “and I don’t plan to”. He continued stroking her face with his thumb then the silence was broken by her voice. “ what if I want you to stop doing these type of things? …. Would you stop?!” Y/n asked pleadingly. “No, because this is who I am”. He said removing himself from her. “This is who I am” he repeated and she sighed wanting to give up but then said “I guess you don’t really love me then” Taehyung then looked at her eye widening at the accusation “don’t say that” be began as he approached her. “You know that I’m in love with you” “if you really are in love with me then you shouldn’t do these things “ she said stubbornly, not reasoning with him to why he was doing these types of things, she knew deep inside he wasn’t this monster he plays out to be. He approached her again and said “THIS.IS .WHO .I .AM” emphasizing each words. “No it’s not” she screamed. “ IT IS,THIS IS WHO I AM” he countered, his tone now matching hers. “ if this is who you are then I don’t want to be near you” she threatened. “You don’t mean that” he said lowly. “Yes I do”.she spoke Walking backwards. Her movements then stopped when she reached the island in the kitchen. “Princess you don’t mean that, I know you” Taehyung tried touching her face again but then she friend, building up her walls again. “Just give it time you’ll learn to love me” he spoke but she didn’t say anything, she just looked another way. And he sighed. Her walls were now high, too fsr for him to reach. He knew that if she found out what he does, she might leave but he was hoping, no praying that she’ll give him a chance. “I’m gonna shower and I’ll be back down and we can have dinner together” he’s broke the silence as he began to leave the kitchen not looking at her. After showering he came back down, hoping that she wild still be there, but when he reached the kitchen she was gone . Shocked filled his eyes and he began to worry, did she leave him, the women he longed for, did she leave him? He began shouting for her “princess?” But response “BABY!” He shouted louder and Mrs Kang came from the chef’s kitchen approached him.

“Sir, madam is in the garden” she spoke bowing to him and he rushed out to the garden. And there Y/n was looking up at the blossom tree. “I thought you left” he said but she didn’t turn to look at him. “ well you said you’ll be back for dinner so I’m wanting for you” she replied, her eyes still on the tree. He tried reaching out to touch her but then stopped himself, her walls was up so high almost reaching the skies and he couldn’t break them down and all he could do was give her space.

Mrs kang’s voice came from behind telling them dinner was ready, breaking them from their own world. Y/n then turned and finally met his eyes but then quickly looked away and the air around them didn’t feel the same anymore, she was shutting herself away from him. “Let’s go” she began awkwardly and left to go back unto the house and their dinner was nothing but silence. Time went slowly as they ate their dinner in Silence, as their maids watched them but didn’t question anything. Finishing her dinner y/n spoke, “thank you very much Mrs kang, the dinner was lovely” smiling her the chef. “It’s my pleasure”. Then looking away she said “excuse me” and removed herself form the dining table. Taehyung sighed and got up to go after her and the maids and chase bowed their heads in unison. Before she could reached the stairs, he grabbed her wrist and stopped her. “Princess, don’t shut me out” he began, “I’m not shutting you out” she lets out slowly then continued “I just need to get my head straight” then removing his hands from her wrist walking upstairs to her bedroom. Leaving him at the bottom of the stairs watching her leave.

She reached her bedroom and flopped down into her bed, that was soft like clouds and signed out in relief. What had she just sign up for? Forgetting about her phone, she looked and found it on the side of her bed and took it in her hands, as the screen lit up, she saw that there were many messages as well as missed calls left by Jungkook , EziKia and Ashley. Fuck, she thought to herself, how was she face her friend, what was she gonna tell them, that she was kidnapped by the man she saved 5 years ago? And that he confessed his love her and oh yes he’s also a cruel mafia boss. Not to forget the fact that her head is now in Shambles, she doesn’t know what to do, she doesn’t know who she likes, well who she loves anymore. Things were now complicated. Was her love still the same for jungkook, a friend she’s known for a long time, one of her best fiends, one that she might be in love with but scared that it might be love on Both sides. Was her love for Taehyung, a cruel, gruesome mafia boss, who she saved a long time ago, who now confessed his love for her but the thing was she did fall in love with him when they first met at her door step and she couldn’t stop thinking about him for a while but now things were different, he was different and so was she. Things are suddenly more complicated now.

Looking at the phone in her hand, she unlocked it and called her friend. As the call went through, she could hear the scream of her best friend. “WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU Y/N!” “I’ve been so worried” E continued trying to calm herself down. “I went to your house and waited for you outside the door, kept on ringing the Bell and banging on the front door but here as no answer” E confined crying out in frustration. “Why did you just leave us like that, worrying about you!” She asked not giving Y/n a chance to speak. Hearing her friend cry out like that she didn’t know what to say expect for “I’m sorry”. Upon hearing her voice, E stopped and sighed, “where are you now y/n!” E asked slightly raising her voice. “I can’t tell you right now but when things get better, I’ll tell you everything” Y/n began silently not knowing what else to say. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean!” E screamed. “It’s nothing, I just need to get my head straight, I’ll tell you everything when I get my head together” y/n continued but E was backing now. “NO. YOU ARE MY FRIEND I NEED YOU TO TELL ME IF SOMETHING IS WRONG!” And y/n did nothing else but just sigh in defeat. “I’m at a mans house” y/n began again. “What man? Jungkook?” “No it’s the man that I saved 5 years ago…” and there was just silence over the phone. “So you’re meaning to tell me you’re at the handsome strangers house?, what about jungkook?” E continuously asked. “It’s complicated” “have you told jungkook?”

“No, not yet, like I said, I just need to get my head straight before I speak to him, I just want some distance for now” y/n spoke out quietly. “Okay.” Her friend continued, “spill” “ well, I saw him went I went to the bathroom in the club and I fainted in front of him so he brought me to his house and he basically confessed his love for me” “woah, okay that’s a lot, did you get his name tho?” Her friend questioned. “Yes, his names Kim Taehyung” “WHAT? KIM FUCKING TAE HYUNG? THE MAFIA BOSS?” “Wait, you know him?” Y/n questioned shocked at the fact that her friend knew Taehyung. “ y/n everyone knows Kim Taehyung, he’s like a rogue Bachelor, he’s evil, been with lots of women but never lets it get serious, he plays with them then leaves them, there’s apparently a rumor that he was looking for his first real love-, wait that’s you?” E spoke as her voice raised in shock. “Guilty” y/n replied. “ wow, the world is really small” E said not believing what’s happening. “But this is great, right? He’s in love with you?” “Yeah that’s what he said but I don’t know how I feel, I’m unsure of my feelings for him” “and what about Jungkook? What are your feelings for him?” E countered. “I don’t know either, it’s complicated right now.” Y/n began and sighed “ Taehyung wants me to give him a chance and asked me to live with him in his mansion” “wait WHAT!?” E screamed on the other side slightly out in excitement. “You’re gonna be living with him?” “Yes, to help him and until I figure my feelings out” “To help him out?, what do you mean” E questioned. “It’s nothing, I’ll tell you when everything is settled” y/n spoke as E sighed “okay, but you know I’m only one call away, if you need me I’ll be here okay?” “Okay” “good, I love you y/n” E spoke softly. “Love you too E, bye” and she hung up the phone, almost tearing up. What has she got herself into?

Days then turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and she was still there, still hopelessly trying to change him. It’s been months since she began her training and every time she met him in the house, she would avoid his gaze, she would avoid him like a plague. She also stopped eating with him and blocking him out.

“Princess, you can’t avoid me forever” Taehyung began approaching y/n “I’m not avoiding you, you just happen to my way when I change my mind” she said sarcastically. Taehyung then took her hand, turning her then placing her small hand in his chest, feeling his heart beat. “Baby this is what you do to me” she looked at him but didn’t say anything. Honestly she was falling, he was always treating her really well, a lot more better than the men she was with before, she always woke up with bouquet of roses on the floor of her bedroom and he did everything he could to make her happy and she was great-full honestly but she couldn’t get off her mind the fact that he kills people for a living. A feared mafia boss. “Are you gonna train with me today?” She asked softly “no baby but I’ll be there watching you” “what’s the point of being there then if you’re just gonna watch” she pressed. “Fine I won’t be there” and he walked away. She honestly hated herself for pushing him away like that but she has to in order for him to realize. But realize what?

Turning herself away, she began walking to the training studio, as she entered the glass room, filled with bats, wooden sticks and boxing gloves, she was met by her trainer, one she was not very found of, one that always seem to treat her like an outsider. They began training, boxing and throwing punches at each other and this was getting intense, she y/n over powered the trainer, she raised her head looking up, her knee still on the trainer and her eyes met Taehyung’s and she frowned in annoyance. Didn’t he just say he wasn’t gonna be here but there he was, the almighty boss looking like everything she wanted but didn’t know if she wanted and then she looked away from his gaze. She she lifted herself up, leaving. She women on the floor let’s out a frustrated scream, as if she was embarrassed that Taehyung witness their match and she lost. The trainer threw a stick her way but y/n didn’t bother looking back or picking the stick up she continued walking away. Then she felt a hard hit on her head. “Fuck” she groaned and turned herself, now eyes red filled with anger and all she saw was black.

“Fight me, show me what you’re capable of” the trainer screamed and y/n picked up the stick approaching the women, her face black and the monster inside her wanting to come out. Then the women swung the stick y/n’s way trying to hit her in the head again but y/n blocked the hit, kicking the women in the stomach and the women fell hard. Y/n slowly approached her, still no emotions on her face and struck the women hard with the stick, again and again and again until the women bled in the floor. The women looked up at her, now fears in her eyes, and y/n one last hit and the women passed out on the floor. “This is what you wanted, right? You wanted me to show you what I’m Capable of” she spoke silently with no emotion still and looked up again at Taehyung, who now rose from his seat with shock in his eyes, he just witnessed what y/n was capable of. Y/n’s eyes then went to the men on each side of Taehyung and she saw the way they were looking at her, shocked and fear in their eyes and she was pulled from her trance and she looked down at the women. The women who looked lifeless on the floor, blood spewing from her mouth and bruises now forming on her face. Y/n then walked away, realizing what she just did and then threw the stick on the floor leaving the glass room. As she left, she didn’t she the look on Taehyung’s face, a look that almost seemed impressed at y/n.

The truth was deep down inside she was exactly like him but pride didn’t let her admit that she was becoming a monster, his monster.

Walking away, y/n couldn’t control her breathing, she just almost killed a person and she couldn’t what she did and that was really concerning to her. She hurriedly continued walking until she reached the mansion. She tried to calm herself down but couldn’t, she was breathing hard, she had no more control almost having a panic attack. “Princess…” Taehyung’s voice came softly from behind. Y/n turned hurriedly with panic in her eyes, she didn’t know what do do, or what to say. Taehyung saw the was she was struggling to breath and pulled her closer, grabbing her by her arms and spoke as softly as he could. “Baby breath, breath slowly” & she began to gain control again, breathing out with Taehyung. “That’s it princess, that’s my girl” Taehyung continued soothing her. “Good girl” he finished, rubbing her arms to soothe her more. After calming down, y/n finally looked up at him. “I just almost killed her…” she cried out. “Taehyung what did I do” she asked worriedly, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Baby, she’s fine, she’ll recover, don’t worry about it” Taehyung soothed. “ how can I not worry, I almost killed her” she screamed silently in Agony. “I hurt her” tears now filling her eyes. “Baby she’ll be fine” Taehyung responded pulling her into an embrace and she calmed down. That was the thing y/n failed to Acknowledge, the fact that he can make her forget everything around them and make her feel better. As she places her head on his chest, she could feel his heartbeat and it was damn fast, was he happy at this situation or was he nervous? Y/n couldn’t place a answer on that. Pulling out of her thought, she pulled away from him awkwardly, it felt like time had slowed down when they embraced each other but I’m Reality, time went fast and they embraced each other more than 15 minutes. Y/n looked up at Taehyung Slowly and said “I’ll get going, I need to shower” and before Taehyung could respond, she left towards the stairs leaving him again.

Two hours after the incident

Y/n hid in her room, she couldn’t face anyone in the house, not the maids, not the guards, not even Taehyung. What was she turning into, she couldn’t face her own reality and it was hard for her. She continued sitting in silence when she heard a knock on her door. She didn’t want to answer, she didn’t want to face or see anyone right now after what she did so she quietly sat on her bed not making any sound. “Princess, I know you’re in there…please open the door” Taehyung pleased on the other side. “Baby let me in-” Taehyung continued but was interrupted by her harsh voice. “How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not your baby, I’m not your girl I’m not your anything so leave me the fuck alone” y/n screamed. “I don’t want to see anyone right now either so leave!” She continued with her harsh tone. But Taehyung is not one to give up so he continued as well “Baby- y/n she’s fine, she’s not hurt, you didn’t do anything wrong, please just let me in” he spoke calmly but her rough tone followed after. “SHE ALMOST DIED, SHE NOT ALRIGHT, I-I-I ALMOST KILLED HER” y/n screamed. “Almost baby, she’s not dead” “How can you say that Taehyung? After what I did” y/n continued. “Because you did what you have to baby” Taehyung spoke softly. “You did what you had to” “I didn’t have to do anything, I should’ve stopped” y/n began crying softly. “Baby it’s not your fault, she pushed you…baby please let me in” Taehyung pleaded. “Please” “no leave me alone, GO AWAY, I’m a monster.” She finally admitted. “I’m becoming a monster like you so leave me alone” she continued harshly. Her harsh worlds didn’t come unheard by Teahyung, he heard it very clearly, he was a Monster to her and he was hurt from her words. “ if you’re not gonna see me, you should at least eat something, I don’t want you becoming sick, so when you’re ready, come down to eat, I won’t be there” he said quietly before leaving. Why did she have to do that, why couldn’t she just accept what she was, it wasn’t like she was becoming something new, that monster was always inside her but she just didn’t want to face the truth, the truth that they were the same. They fit perfectly like a key and lock, just like how a hand fits perfectly in the right glove. Her feelings were all over the place, she just kept on denying what’s real And the hard truth was that she was in love with him.

An hour after he left her door.

Y/n walked silently our her room, by now it was dark, the moon was shining down and the stars were shining bright. She kept quietly walking down the long dark hall, trying to be as discreet as she could finally reaching the stairs. Walking down slowly, she noticed that it was awfully quiet, there was no sound in the mansion, it was almost haunting. As she approached the kitchen, she noticed Mrs kang and maids cleaning things up and realized that it was the dinner she was supposed to have with Taehyung but she didn’t say anything. As she reached the kitchen, she stood there quietly, Mrs kang, the head maid still didn’t noticed her until she cleared her voice. “Madam, I’m so happy to see you, I heard from Mr Kim that you weren’t feeling well, how are you feeling now” Mrs kang asked. Taehyung lied for her? “Oh yes, I had a little headache but I’m feeling a lot better now” she lied. But In her head she couldn’t get out of her head the fact that Taehyung lied for her when she felt uncomfortable. “That’s great madam, are you wanting anything?” Mrs kang asked pulling her from her thoughts. “Yes, I’m feeling a little hungry, would you be able to make me something?” She asked softly. “Yes madam it would be my pleasure” Mrs Choi replied with a smile on her face. “What would you like madam?” “I bowl of ramen would be amazing please!” She replied with a huge smile on her face and Mrs kang got to work and stated to make the bowl of ramen for her. As she watched Mrs kang make the ramen, her thoughts wondered to Taehyung and she asked Mrs kang “Mrs kang, has Taehyung eaten anything?”And Mrs Kang looked at her worriedly, “no madam, sir hasn’t had anything to eat, he’s been really busy with business and he was really worried about you so he couldn’t eat anything” Mrs Kang relied and shock filled Y/n but why was she, he told her many times that he cared for her and confessed Many times his feelings for her but she still denied it. Maybe she was scared of the fact that If she fell in love and showed her true feelings, she could hurt other people. “ oh really?, would you be able to make him something?”

“Yea madam, I would love to, what does madam have in mind?” Mrs kang questioned “ Erm in not sure, what does he like?” She couldn’t believe she was worried about him and now asking about what he likes. “Mr Kim loves Japchae, he loves meat and everything in between” Mrs kang answered with a loving smile. “ Then could make him a bowl of ramen with extra meat” y/n replied smiling softly. “Okay madam” Mrs kang spoke as she began making another bowel of Ramen. After a while, Mrs kang handed her the dish and she began eating and Taehyung then entered the kitchen but didn’t even look at her or acknowledge her. He didn’t say a word. The Mrs kang broke the silence as Taehyung opened the fridge grabbing a bottle of water then looked at Y/n who then avoided his gaze. The tension in the room could kill someone. “Mr Kim, Madam thought you would be hungry so she asked us to make you a bowl of ramen with extra meat” Mrs kang began but Teahyung didn’t say a thing, he just kept looking at y/n, who kept on avoiding his gaze. “Really?” He finally spoke with sarcasm in his voice and y/n rolled her eyes at his remark and he sat down in front of her. The bowl of ramen placed in front Of him but he kept on staring at her and she kept on avoiding his eyes. “Did you really ask them make this for me?” He asked. “No” she finally meeting his eyes and the heat rose to her face and was was blushing hard from embarrassment. “Don’t lie to me” he said firmly and he looked at him with a pout but she couldn’t keep the eye contact, his gaze was burning through her. “Yes, I did” she replied slowly and he grabbed her face with his left hand and turned her face to face him. And the frown on his face turned into a wide smile. “Thank you princess” he said softly and she couldn’t help but blush and she removed his hand from her face. “You’re welcome” she replied with a soft smile lowering her gaze. Chase and the maids just looked at them in awe, they just couldn’t believe what they just saw, these two idiots are obviously in love with each other but one didn’t want to push the other and one didn’t want to accept her feelings. Taehyung finally took a bite of his food and smiled like a baby and y/n looked at him looking confused as fuck. How the hell does someone attitude change in seconds? It’s unbelievable. “Wow this is amazing, baby you chose well, how did you know this would be one of my favorite dish?” He smiled widely looking at her with loving eyes. She cringed at the nickname and she was fuming and wanted to tell him to fuck off but decided to say “Mrs kang told me what you liked” with no emotion. “Well baby I love it, thank you” he said winking at her. She could punch him in his beautiful but she didn’t want to ruin the moment. “You’re welcome” she spoke softly. “I wasn’t talking to you princess, I was thanking Mrs kang for making this beautiful dish” he teased. She scoffed, letting out a Laugh and she thought to herself what a cocky asshole, now she was more than annoyed but held her emotions and continued smiling then looked away . But she didn’t catch the way he was looking at her, proud to have made her angry, he loved it, her walls were finally breaking down again. They continued having dinner with small conversations then his phone rang. As he picked up he looked at her and said “ I’ll be back baby” and walked to his office leaving y/n with Mrs Choi and Chase.

As he left y/n whispered “Cocky Bastard” with annoyance in her voice and, Chase’s eyes landed on y/n then he looked away and his eyes met Mrs kang and they both nodded and moved to sit down I’m front of y/n . Y/n looked confused, she didn’t know what was happening but held herself. “ Miss Y/n, how are you?” Chase began with a firm look on his face. “I’m alright thanks” y/n replied and gave them him a warm smile. “How are finding the mansion, is it up to your standards?”Chase asked warily. “It’s more than up to my standard” y/n replied still smiling. “That’s great to hear” chase spoke finally smiling. “You know I’ve never seen my boss like this, from all the years that I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him this happy.” He continued whilst Y/n kept silent “he’s been looking for you ever since the day you saved him and I’ve honestly never seen him put his life on the line like this. He willing to give everything up to be with you and you’re all he can think about . When he’s stressed he thinks about you, when he’s angry he thinks about you and he calms himself down from the thoughts of you. He’s in love with you and he’s willing to do anything to be with you but I’m just wondering what are you’re feelings for him?”

Y/n didn’t know what to say, she didn’t know how to answer and she just said “I’m not sure of my current feelings for him” she lied, I’m honesty she knew, she just didn’t want to live with that truth. She didn’t want to confess her feelings to him if she didn’t know if she liked someone else. Jungkook, he was still there buried inside her mind, her feelings for him was still unknown, of-course she likes him as a friend but it could be something deeper. They always had something for each other. And with Taehyung, he makes her feel like she’s not the only insane person and he always made her feel like she found her home and she always felt his affections and everyday he told her how much she meant to him. And she didn’t want to say the same thing if her feelings were meant elsewhere. “I’m not sure of my feelings for him Right now..I-“ before she could continued chase interrupted “boss is always a fighter, he shows no mercy and no one can hurt him but when you’re hurting and you ignore it he looks like he’s been shot and looks like he could die….look, what I’m to say here is that he loves you more than his life, he went to your house everyday after he left the day you saved him but you weren’t there and he kept trying until he found you and he wanted to confess his feelings and all he’s looking for is for you to love him back.” He smiled softly after speaking. “He went to my house?” y/n questioned confused. “Yea he went there everyday for so many years, always with a bouquet of flowers. Lavender flowers cause he thought you would love them. He always said that Lavender roses meant-“ “love at first sight” y/n finished off. “It means love at first sight” she whispered to herself in awe. “Yes, he fell deeply in love with you and still is, I just hope one day you’ll feel the same way and that you don’t keep him waiting” chase continued “I’m sure one day” y/n said giving him a smile. They spoke and spoke for a few more minutes and she felt like she was home. Chase and Mrs kang made her feel better and she felt so happy. They joked as laughed and the conversation continued until they heard Taehyung cleared his throat and chase jerked away from y/n I’m shock. They all looked at Taehyung and he looked mad. He was jealous, jealous of the fact that she didn’t smile like this around him, jealous of the fact that she’s always happy with a another man but him. He approached them and nodded for Mrs Kang and chase to go away and they left. Y/n turned facing away from him on her chair and he approached her. She could feel his hot breath on the back of her shoulder as he leaned in, he wanted to kiss her and show her affections but didn’t want to push her away so he pulled back. “I want you to come with me to my club” he said holding back his emotions and she turned towards him. Her eyes widen in shock as she turned, she didn’t expect him to be so close, so close that they could feel each other’s breath. She stared at him then said “now?” “Yes princess, could you come with me?” lifting his hand to hold her on her shoulder. “But I don’t have anything to wear” she said looking away. “ baby haven’t you looked inside your closet?, you have everything, I’m sure you’ll find something nice to wear” he said softly. “How long do need to get ready?” He asked. “Around an hour?” “AN HOUR?!” Shock rolled his voice. “ yes Teahyung, if you want me you’ll have to wait” she spoke smiling up at him, her walls down again. “Okay be ready in an hour I’ll be waiting” he said with one last look at her then walked away.

One hour later.

An hour had passed and y/n finally got really, she wore a aquatic Versace dress that had a low neckline, with beadings that shaped into star fishes and it had a high slit all the way up her thigh. The dressed hugged her figure like a glove and hugged it right in every way showing her curves. With her tight fitting dress, she wore black lace up Versace heels. Her makeup was light but made her look like a goddess. She wore her hair down in a wavy style and wore matching pearl necklace and matching Chandelier earrings. She took one last look at herself and smirked at how good she looked. She finally walked out her room and towards the stairs and she began walking down but then stopped. At the bottom of the stairs stood him, Kim Taehyung, looking like everything she could have, he was wearing a white lace martini Dolce and Gabbana suits, with a black shirt underneath and Matching black trousers. On his hand right hand a Rolex and on his cuff, diamond cuff links . His hair slick back with one loose strand and he looked like sex on legs, she could have him in a instant if she didn’t hide her feelings. From hearing her footsteps he turned to look At her and could instantly fall to his knees from looking at her. She looked like an angel that was sent to save him wearing a dress that he picked for her wardrobe, her curves like something he’s never seen before and that neckline, the dress holding her breast just right. She was wearing everything he brought for her and he couldn’t hold back his smile. As she looked down at him, her gaze then tuned to the dozen men behind him who were also in awe, Taehyung saw the way she was looking at his men so he cleared his throat and they bowed to her presence. She continued walking down Until she was one step above him, but her height a little a few inches shorter than him and she looked up then into his eyes. “you look amazing, I could die from just looking at how beautiful you are” he confessed. “Thank you” she blushed and she attempted to look away but his hand went up to her face and Turned it back to face him. “Don’t look away princess, you look too good to be feeling shy” he teased and all she could do was smile. “I got you a present” he spoke as her eyes widen in shock, he brought her a present?, but they weren’t even together and she kept on rejecting his feelings as well as her own. But clearly he didn’t stopped trying and that’s what she’s beginning to fall even if she didn’t acknowledge it. “You didn’t have to” y/n began as he pulled pulled out the present de his trouser pocket. “Of course I did, you deserve it” she watched as he pulled out a small Dior gift box and she signed out smiling at him, she couldn’t believe that he went out of his way to get her something, even though she’s wearing everything she bought her. Then he opened up the box and there it was, a Diamond Dior bracelet, that was worth more than she could imagine. He reached out his hand waiting for her to place hers in his and she hesitated for a moment then placed her small manicure hand in his and met his gaze. He gazed down at his hand then took the bracelet out it’s box and placed it on her small wrist handing the box to Chase who was just staring at them happily. “You ready?” Taehyung asked with love in his eyes and she nodded. He then hooked her arms on his and y/n tried to pull away but his hold was firm. “You already gave your hand to me and I’m not letting it go” and she gave up at his remark and relaxed herself. Walking toward his car as his men followed not far behind he spoke “have I told you how amazing you look?”

“Yes you already told me that” y/n replied letting a small smile fall on her face. “Well I’m telling you again, you look so fucking good, I can’t take my eyes off you” and she blushed at his comment. “Baby I love it when you blush” he said again smiling down at her. “Stop” she lets out as they reached his car. “I won’t stop until I’m satisfied complimenting you” he spoke winking at her as he opened the door to let her in and she rolled her eyes. “If you keep rolling your eyes I-“ “what will you do Mr Kim? Huh?” She said challenging him. “Do you want to know?” She nodded at his question and a smirk fell onTo his face. “I’ll show you who I really am, I’ll fu-“ “STOP” She screamed shocked at his comment. “ stop, we’re not at that level yet!” She said glaring at him. “ You were the one who asked me what I would do and I was just simply answering your question” he said acting innocent as he got into his car. “

Also, what did you mean when you said we’re not on that level yet?” He said curious about her comment earlier. “Nothing Tae-” “baby, stop, tell me” he ushered. “Well we’re just beginning to get to know each other right?” She questioned answering him. “Of course” he said unable to hide his happiness. The car finally starts to head off to the club as he held her hand firmly in his and looked straight. The drive to the club was better than she expected with light conversation.

At the dragon’s lair

As they approached the club, they continued to have a light conversation, the wall That she built up was now breaking down slowly. The car came to a stop and one of his men opened up the door for y/n and she got out as Taehyung got out on the other side. He rounded the car and reached her side hooking her arm into his and she tied to pull away but he didn’t let her and all she could do was look at him. As they walked in she realized where she was “wait. You owns this club!!” She asked shock filling her voice. “Yes princess, I own a lot of things, well I own most of the casinos and clubs in Seoul” he answered looking down at her smiling widely. “Right”

She spoke out quietly. As they entered further into the the club, she could feel cold hazes on them as everyone bowed in their presence and she tried pulling away again but he didn’t budge. They began walking through the crowd and everyone paved away for them and she could hear voices whispering, wondering who she was but she just tried to ignore it. Now everyone’s beginning to think that she’s his women. As they approached the V.I.P area he stopped in his tracks and began “princess I have some business to attend first, I want to you wait for me here okay?” He asked softly and y/n looked at him and simply nodded and started heading to the V.I.P section but his hand reached out to pull her into his embrace. “You’re not gonna give me anything?” “Like what” she asked curious “kiss me” he commanded and she lets out a laugh, “you must be joking” she laughs but his face was like stone no emotion all. “I’m not one to joke around baby” “no Taehyung” and she pulled away and takes her in the V.I.P Room. Taehyung didn’t say anything else, he only looked at her as she sat down and couldn’t help but love her brattiness even more and then he walked away to get on with his business. He told his men at the door to look after her as he left. Time had passed and Y/n was beginning to get bored waiting for him so she decided to go and have some fun. She walked down the steps from the V.I.P area and walked through the crowd towards the bar to get a drink, she’s not just gonna sit there waiting for him, she’s gonna have a few drinks and have fun. Taking her seat at the bar she ordered a martini, and began grooving to the music and after her drink was made, she began drinking getting lost in her thought, thinking of this Ridiculous situation she for herself into.

Taehyung finally got out of his business meeting and won the deal. Again. Walking back from his office to the V.I.P area, he noticed that y/n wasn’t there and he glared at the guard that was supposed to look after Y/n and pulled his gun out. “Didn’t I tell you to look after her!!?” He yelled angrily and the fear in the guards eyes was unreal, he was scared to death. “I’m sorry boss, I didn’t know she left, I’m so sorry” the man cried and as Teahyung was gonna shoot him, his eyes landed on her at the bar and he sighed out in relief. Looking at the man who was kneeling in front of him he spoke out “chase take care of this” and the man was pulled from the room screaming for help. As he was gonna walk down the stairs, he felt arms crawl around him like snakes and he turned and there she was, the same girl, the same girl that he almost fucked a few months ago, “I don’t have time for you right now” he spoke trying to get her arms off him but she tried again snaking her arms around his torso. “Stop” he glared “ why, we always fuck Taehyung” the girl said. “Taehyung?, since when did I give you permission to say my name?” Taehyung spoke harshly. The girl lowered her eyes and Teahyung started walking away towards y/n again but then stopped in his tracks, thinking for a moment then turned with playfulness in eyes, he was now starting a game. “Sorry baby, you know I want to play but I now have a girl, if you could get her permission to let me play with you then I’ll fuck you” then he leaned in towards her ears “hard”and pulled back and there was excitement I’m the girls eyes. “Where is she?” She asked and Taehyung turned them both around now behind her and Pointed to y/n at the bar “ she’s over there” and the girl didn’t think twice and walked towards y/n almost angry and frustrated. Kim Taehyung now has a women and he was gonna leave her and now she’s angry. Y/n was having fun at the bar at the bar drinking her martini, whilst moving to the music. She then feels a presence behind her and she turned and there stood a angry looking girl that she’s never ever seen in her life. “Hi” y/n began and the women walked closer “so you’re my Taehyung’s women!!” The women asked angrily. “Girl you’ve got wrong, I’m not his girl” “I know you’re not, you look like a joke- you’re not even that pretty” the girl began insulting but y/n held herself and laughed “ right, thanks for opinion” and she turned her back towards the girl and the girl screamed pulling y/n from her seat “don’t turn away from me bitch” and y/n smirked scoffing, the audacity of this girl. “Anything else?!” Y/n asked “yea, Kim Taehyung is my man, so stay away from him” “gladly baby, he’s not mine I’m the first place” y/n responded smirking. The girl in front Of her had the widest smile on her face as she friend away thinking she just won she hears y/n voice began from behind “But I am living with him so it’s gonna be hard to avoid him, especially when he’s sleeping beside me with his hard cock every night”

“What did you say!!!?” The girl states angrily. “I’m just saying it’s gonna be hard to avoid if he’s sleeping next to me every night with his cock up my ass” y/n said cockily. The girl then swung at her hand and the hand landed in y/n face and she tried to slap her again but y/n grabbed her hand with her left them swung her right hand and it landed hard on her face and she did it again and again and the girl stumbled backwards. The monster was coming out. “Do you want me to spell it out for you?” Y/n questioned angrily, “he’s not my man, well not yet that is but if I wanted him, he’ll come running to me but as I can see, he doesn’t want you” she continued with a a smirk on her face. “If you ever think about laying a hand on me, I’ll break your neck, okay baby?” “Fuck you” the girl spat and y/n hands balled into fist and the fist landed right in the girls face and she blacked out. There was commotions around her but she didn’t care, she just held her own. Then she met Taehyung’s gaze and he has the huge smirk on his face and around him was other girls, lots of girls. “This asshole”, she said to herself, she just fought of a crazy women because of him cause he had the audacity to tell her that she was his and now he has other crazy women latching onto him like leaches? He must be fucking crazy. The women on his left began began to kiss up his neck whilst his eyes were still on y/n “fucking bastard” she said now jealous and she began walking towards him with fire in her eyes. He confessed his feelings for her and now he’s letting other girls grope him, he must be out of his mind. But she didn’t accept his feeling or take her own into account right? So she doesn’t have the right to feel jealous but the fire inside her was burning and she has to do something about it. Walking through the crowd, she headed for the stairs that led to the V.I.P section and straight toward Taehyung. She looked at him straight in the eyes and took a few more strides and took her seat on his lap. He loved the way she held herself, he was more than I love right now. As she sat on his lap, she finally spoke “hey baby” looking at Taehyung straight in the eyes and hovering over his Lips with hers, then her eyes went to the girl on his left who was still kissing his neck then y/n harshly grabbed the women’s face and the women let’s put a worried scream. “Get your filthy lips off him” she said with anger. The women’s eyes widen and she stepped away from Him and so did the others. But then the women began to question in a loud voice filled with courage “who the fuck are you” challenging y/n “I suggest you watch your tone”the monster was fully out now. “I’m his women so if you don’t want your neck snapped in half, walk away and don’t think of coming near him.” She glared and the women backed off in fear, bowed their heads and left. “So you’re gonna let girls people touch you!?” Y/n questioned glaring at him with Piercing eyes. “But I thought we weren’t together..” Taehyung contended and anger consumed y/n “right” she said annoyed lifting herself off his lap but he held her there. “We’re not together so get your hands off me, so I can get off you” y/n spoke harshly meeting his gaze. “Baby..” “Let me go Taehyung.” But he didn’t move not one bit, his hands remained on her hips and back holding her in place. “LET.ME .GO!” she spoke loudly as she saw Taehyung eyes change “no, baby, you already took you seat here and I’m not letting you go” The monster inside him now out as well, glaring at each other. She struggled in his hold but she didn’t budge, he held her in place. “If you don’t let me go I-” “what’ll you do baby hum?” He challenged and her hand lifted and landed hash on his face and his grip loosen around her and the shock filled his eyes and she got up off his lap and said “fucking asshole!” Then left out of the area and left Taehyung behind. Taehyung was mad, more mad than he should’ve been but that’s what she does to him, he followed her though the crowd and he was seeing red.

Finally out of the crowed she came to a quieter space and not far behind was Taehyung, approaching her as she slowed down. She tried to calm herself down and control her breathing down. She was jealous, not that she’s ever gonna admit it, she was jealous, he said he loved her but let other women touch him like that. She was fuming. Jealousy was a dangerous weapon and she was going to try to hide it. “Y/N!” Taehyung’s loud voice came from Behind and she stopped in her tracks. His footsteps were harsh and fast, in a matter of moments he was behind her but she didn’t bother turning. “Look at me” He began but she didn’t budge. “Baby look at me” and she stood still. “Princess” he grits his teeth annoyed and forces her to turn towards him eyes finally meeting. “What!” She began, spite in her voice. “Oh so now jealous?,but I can’t get jealous?” He asked holding her in place. “Jealous!?! Jealous my ass!” She turned, then he spun her around lips landing on hers and she jerked away smacking him hard in the face but he kissed her again, pushing her up against the wall, tongue poking at her lips, she was still angry at him so she didn’t open her lips. He kept on kissing her like A mad man and held her right against him. His hand then went from her back down to her ass and squeezed it causing her to moan “ahh mmhmm” she moaned. As her lips opened, he took the chance to slide his tongue inside her mouth and she was a moaning mess under him. “Mmhm” she moaned out and he groaned against her lips pulling away for air. “Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me” he groaned out and watched the way she breathed, her face was now flushed pink. He leaned in again hovering over her lips, thinking that she was gonna pull away he held her head in place but then she leaned up kissing him on the lips “fuck” he moaned out. The kiss turned rough, tongue fighting for Dominance and she gave up letting him Win and they were both panting. “Baby-“ she moaned against his lips. “What did you just call me?” He asked Hopeful. “Bab-humph” he attached his lips against hers before she could finish, kissing her like he was a man thirsty for water. Hands traveling down to her ass, he gave it a light squeeze and she moaned out, removing her lips from his head tilting back, “you like that princess?” He growled leaning in to suck on her neck. He leaned in, lips attached to her neck, giving it a few licks, kissing, sucking then biting on to it and she moaned out loudly “ahh-FUCKK-Babyy—” tilting her head further back giving him more access. He continued teasing and Torturing her neck, as purple marks began forming and he pulled back satisfied with his work. He looked at how fucked she looked and couldn’t be more happy that he caused it. He leaned in hovering over her lips teasingly but didn’t let their lips touch and y/n huffed of a frustrated moan. “Don’t tease me” “ I’m not princess” he said finally leaning in to give her some satisfaction. She kissed him back and all her walls were broken down. She was giving herself to him. He kissed down her neck slowly and she closed her eyes and felt him run her sides slowly teasing her, then he moved his hands back down to her ass and squeezed it while biting down on her neck. “Baby-“she moaned out as he continued teasing her. Then her she opened her eyes and lets out a sigh, then her eyes landed on a figure in the corner, staring at them In shock. She hurriedly pushed Taehyung away and Taehyung looked at her confused “princess-“ but she didn’t even look at him, she looked at the figure walking away, shock filling her eyes.

“Jungkook?” She spoke silently.. Watching him walk away as guilt began to rush Into her heart.

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The Planets, Elevated

Sun

As the Most Elevated indicates a drive to express one’s creative essence and core ego values before the world. This individual will shine amongst their circle of peers. This person’s 15 minutes of fame can extend to a lifetime of fame in one area of life or another. The world is a stage they play on. They were put here on earth to display their creative gifts and talents. They tend to be leaders. Tend to be worshipped. Popular. If the elevated planet is conjunct the Midheaven, this is a strong indicator of celebrity. Martin Luther King had his Sun in Capricorn as the Zenith of his chart. Albert Einstein’s Sun was his most elevated as well.

Moon

As the Most Elevated is more inverted than the Sun. Whereas those born with the Sun highest in the chart can feel an urge toward leadership or expressing their egoic and creative impulses in a public way, those with the Moon highest are more often drawn to project their personality or their emotions into the spotlight. Many actors and musicians have this placement. Individuals with the Moon at the Zenith of their chart can become well-known for their nurturing talents. Their emotions. Their moods and the creativity surrounding them. Their temperament and what they create with them/ expressing their emotions to the public can gain them notoriety. The late John Lennon of Beatles fame had his Moon as his most elevated. Academy Award winner, Meryl Streep’s most elevated planet is the moon as well.

Mercury

As the Most Elevated indicates a native with an urge to project one’s ideas or verbal skills before the world. They will find many ways to get their voices out there or “broadcasted to the public”. The sign the Planet is in indicates how this will be done. This individual will be renowned for their linguistic, mental, and/or intellectual talents. Could become well known for their teaching abilities, writing abilities, communications abilities, or public relation abilities. Writer Sylvia Plath had Mercury in intense Scorpio as the highest planet in her chart.

Venus

As the most elevated indicates a desire to project beauty and/or harmony in some way before the public. Widely desired/admired. Marilyn Monroe was born with Venus as her highest planet, and she became virtually synonymous with mainstream ideals of beauty. They will be the Models, the creatives, The fashionistas, the person with a “nice girl or nice guy” persona. This placement often leads to occupations directly or indirectly involved with aesthetics and design. Tom Hanks, widely considered as Hollywood’s nicest leading man [A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood, anyone?] has Venus as his most elevated. Marilyn Monroe and David Bowie both did as well.

Mars

As the most elevated Indicates a drive to project energy and strength before the world. Muhammed Ali had Mars as his most elevated planet. Ruthless ambition. Renowned undefeated heavyweight champion in boxing. Martial arts ruled his life and where he received the most notoriety. Definitely a feisty placement as well as one that will make the native hard to ignore. This placement indicates a leader. The types to set shit off. The type to be the “boss” in whatever field of work they choose. Spearhead some sort of militant movement. The ‘Gangster” placement. Very often seen in the charts of those who take part in sports. Franklin D. Roosevelt had Mars as his most elevated planet and he was the driving for behind America’s decision to partake in WWII. Founding father of the Mafia Lucky Luciano also had Mars at the zenith of his chart.

Jupiter

As the most elevated Indicates there is confidence about matters of career or dealings with the public. As a result, this is one of the leading chart indicators of popularity and success, as well as general “good luck,”. Global awareness, travel, teaching, and philosophical/spiritual matters will be their forte. The “prophet” or “guru” aspect. Someone who’s calling in life may involve lots of travel or they can be a “citizen of the world”. Angelina Jolie has Jupiter at the highest point in her chart and not only was her film career a huge success, but she also became a bit of a 2nd Mother Teresa, traveling internationally to adopt children, and doing humanitarian work worldwide. There is also an interest in different spiritual teachings [i.e the Cambodian prayer tattoo on her left shoulder blade.] This is one of the hardest-hitting horoscopic indicators of popularity and success, as well as general “fortune/luck” in life. Basketball heavyweight Michael Jordan has Jupiter at the Zenith of his chart as does Kim Kardashian. This is also an indicator of one who can become famous or well known for their ideas/thoughts on spirituality. If Jupiter is in Virgo, the native can become renowned for their writings on esoteric or spiritual matters.

Saturn

As the most elevated Like Jupiter, Saturn near the top of one’s chart can show considerable success and prominence in one’s life. But unlike Jupiter, this usually involves far more work and a few tough building blocks along the way. There’s a “late bloomer” quality to the lives of these natives. Many instances, they can experience great struggle in building their career and reputation — that constant ‘between a rock and a hard place”. Yet these people often live to see great rewards and prestige as a result of said hard work. The types to be in inevitable positions of authority in whatever they do but also the types to hold themselves to impossible standards. They must be the best. They will often become well known/ be in positions that involve structure. For example, Queen Elizabeth has this placement, I don’t know a life more structured than the life of a monarch. Spanish artist Picasso was born with Saturn in Taurus as his highest planet; he was subject to enormous criticism regarding his art early on, but eventually found prosperity and fame as a result of his discipline and productivity. Bill Clinton has Saturn at his Zenith and became the leader of the free world. Jazz musician Louis Armstrong rose from an intensely difficult childhood in Louisiana to become a pioneering artist admired by audiences all over the world.

Uranus

As the most elevated indicates a native who possesses a fiercely independent streak and a desire to pursue uniquely personal or unconventional life paths. The weirdo who becomes famous for being.. well, a weirdo. Needless to say, this generally makes it difficult for these people to adapt to rigid routines and structured environments, and in terms of career, they like to have/need as long a leash as possible. They think outside the box and as a result, can gain prestige for doing just that. The “fuck it I do what I want” aspect. This attitude may make them famous and even admired. Geniuses. Actor Steve McQueen had Uranus in Aries as his highest planet, and virtually became Hollywood’s poster boy for the ‘Rebel’ archetype. He also spent time in reform school as an adolescent. The late great Nipsey Hussle had Uranus at the Zenith of his chart and he lived his life in unapologetic opposition to the law being part of the Rolling 60′s Crip gang. You can see this rebel spirit in many of his songs that went platinum. Many Astronauts including Edgar Mitchell have this placement. Those with Uranus as their most elevated see “beyond”. This also indicates the maverick spirit of innovation. This placement is often connected to technology or the media [remember, Uranus has an ‘electric’ energy to it]. A prime example is Apple computer founder Steve Jobs who had Jupiter and Uranus in conjunction as his highest point.

Neptune

As the most elevated indicates a spirit of “reaching for the stars”. I see this planet most elevated in the charts of those renowned for their artistic talents. ESPECIALLY in music and the arts. Many actors have this placement, which is fitting considering Neptune is the planet of dreams/fantasy, and actors are paid to pretend to be someone else. Famous for the mask they wear. Powerful spiritual impulses. An inspiring individual. Can become famous/well known for their idealism or the spiritual messages they send out to the world. When well aspected or unafflicted it can indicate an individual who can become revered for their fantastical ideas. Walt Disney’s most elevated planet was Neptune and I feel many of us can agree that his classic works of fantasy shaped our childhoods. His billion-dollar empire still stands today decades after his death. Elevated Neptunian Bruce Lee not only brought martial arts to the attention of thousands but also expounded on its spiritual philosophy in writings and interviews. He even created Jeet Kune Do, a martial art deeply rooted in spirituality, wrote a book about it, too. 44th President Barack Obama has Neptune as his most elevated planet and his campaign slogan “hope” gave many just that during the 2008 election. An affliction to this most elevated planet can still make one very well known but not necessarily for the best reasons. When afflicted it can be a dangerous placement and one can suffer or make others suffer from fanatical or delusional teachings. Cult leader Jim Jones had Neptune has his most elevated and his spiritual teachings resulted in the death of hundreds of naive and innocent people due to drugged [Neptune] kool-aid.

Pluto

As the most elevated indicates that an individual’s career or sense of “calling” will be involved with any or all 8th house dealings. Sexuality, death, transformation, secrets, the occult. Megan Fox has Pluto at the highest degree in her chart, though she is a Taurus, her MC is in Scorpio and conjunct her Pluto which is the most elevated. She comes off an undeniable Sex [Plutonic/8th house] symbol. Same for the late great musician Prince, who was very public about sexuality. Vladimir Putin, President of Russia has his Pluto closest to his MC and he was a KGB spy. This is definitely a placement of someone with considerable power. Not one to be underestimated. Capable of covert manipulation and may/can become famous for it. They may also become well known for dealing with dark matters. Jack Kerouac, who celebrated the bohemian “underworld” had his Pluto elevated. Mary Shelly, author of Frankenstein became renowned for a book that had to do with a monster made of dead bodies transformed through supernatural means. It is now one of the first books parents will read to their children on Halloween.

Honorable Mentions

There’s been an ongoing discourse about Asteroids/Hypothetical Points being considered “elevated.” It’s a topic of debate within the astrological community. However, if we are to entertain them, this is what they can mean:

Chiron

As the most elevated indicates a calling in life dealing with healing. Dealing with the pain of others and making things better for them. A teacher that is known for helping others find their way.

Lilith

As the most elevated indicates an individual feared and admired for their rebellious sexual spirit. The seductress/seducer. The individual can become loved or hated for their ability to put their wily charms on both men and women. Audrey Hepburn had Lilith at the zenith of her chart, quite close to Saturn near the MC.

Juno

As the most elevated planet may become famous for their marriages or whom they are married to.

Vesta

Famous for their devotion or well known for becoming homemakers.

Pallas

As the most elevated can indicate someone known for their wisdom. How they temper their instincts with discretion.

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sasuhinasno1fan · 3 years

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The way you had your hair reminds me- Zutara Week Day 1

My second Zutara Week though I hope I can actually finish it this time. I decided I really wanted to do something with Katara doing rhythmic gymnastics so I decided that since most of the prompts fit, I’ll do a sort of Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo AU. It’s a good kdrama if you’ve never heard of it. trying to fit 16 hour long episodes into 7 days is gonna be interesting. I’ll warn you now and let you know there will be onesided LuTara but for like a day maybe. I haven’t written that day yet so we’ll see. This will end in Zutara happieness, I promise. Anyway, enjoy. Hair

Zuko crawled carefully as he wiped down the windows. Most of his classmates didn’t want him anywhere near an open area, especially with his limited vision but he’d just gotten his bandaged taken off and he wasn’t about to let it hinder him.

Without them on, he didn’t see Mom flinch at the sight of them, though the massive burn wasn’t any better. The fights between his parents weren’t either and Azula’s teasing was starting to be hurtful more than playful. He wanted it all to stop. If he pretended that things were ok, maybe they would be eventually.

“Hey scarface!” Zuko looked over, 3 of his school bullies storming over. He tried not to flinch, already knowing what they were going to yell at him about. They’d been doing it all day. “We lost the race thanks to you!”

Zuko used to be more confident. But after the burns, a few harsh words and he’d start retreating back down into himself. These bullies took advantage of it. During their Sports Day yesterday, Zuko had dropped the baton in the relay race and ran in the opposite direction, away from the bullies yelling at him.

“Mr. Reversal, can’t believe you’re so stupid.”

“You need a walking stick, scarface? Huh?”

Zuko felt one of them shove him and he expected to hit the window frame. Instead, he went flying out the open window. Years later, Zuko would mostly remember him being caught by an older man with darker skin, most likely from one of the Water Tribes, with kind blue eyes, who held him as he burst into tears and two younger children. The boy patted his back, telling him not to worry because his sister would take care of it and the girl screaming up at the bullies from the ground floor. Her long braid swung back and forth as she shook her fists and threatened to do violent things to them. her eyes seemed bluer than her families, like the clearest ocean.

He didn’t know they’d slip back into his life years later. That the little girl who threatened bullies for a boy she didn’t know, would become so much more important to him.

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Zuko unlocked his bike, trying not to feel discouraged. It was hard not to when he’d been disqualified from another competition for having a panic attack. Every time he walked onto the mat, his hearing would go wonky and he’d start seeing double, not to mention his heart beating like it was trying to escape his chest. As a result, he’d always forget to sault his opponent and the referee.

Along with being propositioned to train an up-and-coming fencer to get onto the national Olympic team – which he refused because how was he supposed to help someone when he could even finish a match – all he wanted to do was collapse onto his bed. He could already tell that during training tomorrow, he’d have to deal with snide remarks from Jett. How that guy became captain, he’d never know. He knew if he just beat him in training like always, it would piss him off even more and with the school’s Sports Day coming up, he was not in the mood to do the worst event for the Fencing Department.

He climbed on his bike, adjusting his kit sitting on its place but stopping himself from peddling back to campus when his phone rang.

“What Sokka?”

“So, the results of the match went up. Jett wants to talk to you; says he’s got the prefect thing for you to do to make up for your loss. The rice lifting challenge.”

Zuko had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. The idea of the lifting challenge was to carry as many bags of rice and the industrial size, like the one the school cafeteria ordered and hold it for as long as possible. Usually, the Karate Department would be the one to win, fencing never even coming close.

“I’m not going.” Zuko said, making up his mind.

“What?”

“I’ll hang out at Lu Ten’s office or something, but I’m not going. Not to the crapshot of a meeting or to Sports Day. I don’t care what he threatens me with. I’m only coming back to drop my kit off.”

“Um, well I actually heard Mai was back. Didn’t make it past the preliminaries for the national team I hear.”

This day couldn’t get any worse.

“Screw it, I’m not coming back for the next few days. I’ll be with my uncle if you need me.”

“Wait! Ask Toph to do your event for you. it would put the Weightlifting Department in danger of losing but most of those guys don’t like her anyway. She’d love a chance to get back at them. come back to campus and ask her and then I’ll take you out for lunch. At my dad’s restaurant. You love his marinated salmon.” Sokka said, trying to entice his roommate.

Zuko sighed. “I want two orders. And you’re paying.”

“Done! Get here soon.”

Zuko didn’t bother answering, stowing his phone away and pushing off, heading towards Republic City Sports University.

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Effortlessly, Katara grabbed her back leg and straightened it as she did her pivot. She kept her balance as she came out of it and continued to twirl her ribbon. Her coach nodded.

“Very good. You’ve been practising. Your balance is better. Now I want to see if your fouettés have improved as well. If you want a chance at placing first and getting noticed by our sponsor and qualifying for the national team preliminaries, your routine can’t have any mistakes. Ty Lee, pay attention. I’m testing your fouettés as well.”

Katara looked over at the girl dressed in pink, who was pouting down at her matching hoop, Suki patting her on the shoulder. While Katara and Ty Lee weren’t friends, it was hard to not bond over being singled out by their coach.

Katara stood at the ready, twirling her ribbon as she readied herself when the door burst open.

“Azula!” Ty Lee cried.

Azula Lung was the student with the most sway in the whole school. Her father was the Prime Minister of the Fire Nation and while he didn’t hold much power in Republic City, since all powers were equal, that didn’t mean much at the University. She got the best room, private transport to competitions and rules didn’t apply to her. She could boss around any coach, even though she was in the Karate Department. There’d been rumours that her place was bought, until her first competition where she creamed everyone. She was her department’s ace. In fact, she managed to take the Weightlifting Department’s old gym for the Karate Department, which started a massive feud between them. she was rude and arrogant and somehow, one of Ty Lee’s best friends.

Katara noticed a girl standing next to her. She was dressed in all black, the only colour being the red of her nails. She looked incredibly bored and only looked annoyed when Ty Lee launched herself at her.

“Mai, you’re back!”

“Mai has returned from her qualifying competition for the national team. We’ll be taking Ty Lee with us. Problem?” Azula announced.

“No of course not. Except, Ty Lee, you were supposed to show me your routine for Sports Day? Since you’re our department’s cheerleader.”

Azula scoffed. “Sports Day, waste of time. She won’t be attending. You, blue peasant.” Katara balked at that and narrowed her eyes. “You’ll be taking her place. Problem?”

Katara opened her mouth to say, yes big problem, but all the girls of the Rhythmic Gymnastics Department crowded around her, suffocating her with their hands.

“None at all.”

“Thanks Katara!” Ty Lee said, scooping up her bag and dashing off, Mai following and with a raised eyebrow that spoke of her superiority, Azula leaving as well.

“You can’t argue with her Katara.”

“She’d have you removed from the school. I heard she got a person’s whole family business shut down for pissing her off. Do you want that for your dad?”

“Her dad might be the Prime Minister, but he’s practically a mafia boss.”

Comments like this floated over her head, as well as ones telling her they’d help with making a routine for Sports Day, which was in a few days. All Katara could think about was how completely unfair this all was.

And she let it out too once training was concluded for the day.

“It’s completely insane how she can just lord over them like that!” she said, harshly untangling her hair from its bun.

“Easy, you’re gonna rip your hair out.” Suki said, stopping her from tugging at it more and helping to pull half of it into a bun like she usually wore it.

“She’s a student. A sophomore at that. Where does she get off acting like she’s the greatest thing in the world? Just cause her dad is a Prime Minister? So is mine!”

“I thought Water Tribe issues fell under Yue’s dad’s jurisdiction?” Toph, a member of the Weightlifting Department asked, her hand holding on tightly to her guide dog’s harness. She was just as well known as Azula, due to the fact that she was blind but was still one of the highest climbing Weightlifting competitors at the school. She beat all the senior’s bests within her first month.

“Yeah, only because the South is smaller. That’s not the point! The point is, she does whatever she wants and doesn’t get in trouble for it and it extends to her friends too. I have a competition coming up soon and instead of working on my routines for that, I’m going to be learning choreo for a routine for one of the dumbest traditions of Sports Day.”

“Oh,” Toph said, a massively mischievous smile on her face, “well you won’t think it’s stupid when you hear what I heard. Wanna take a guess as to who’s the Fencing Department’s cheerleader?”

Katara looked over at Toph, who’s smile was growing maniacal. Usually that meant someone was going to get embarrassed as hell. It usually tended to be Sokka.

“Wouldn’t it be one of the girls?”

“Nope.” Toph shook her head, popping her p.

“Is it-?”

“Katara, watch out!”

A guy on his bike and panicked look as he turned the corner, thankfully started the veer off course at the sight of her. She still stumbled over her feet and fell to the floor, her hands pricking in pain as they were scratched. Thankfully though, her jacket took most of the damage. The guy on the other hand, had to shove his bike off his feet, rubbing at his shin.

She took in the pale skin, paler than Toph’s and dark hair surrounding his face. It didn’t stop her from noticing the large burn surrounding his right eye. she noticed that his school jacket was the same one Sokka wore, meaning he was in the Fencing Department.

“You should be more careful.” She meant for it to come out a bit nicer, but the anger from dealing with Azula slipped in.

clearly the guy didn’t enjoy being yelled at as he snapped back. “I didn’t see you.” he seemed to rethink his anger and continued in a calmer voice. “Are you ok?”

ok, now she felt bad about snapping at him. “I’m fine.”

“Oh, what up Sparky?” Toph asked, seeming to brighten as she figured out who almost crashed into them. her guide dog Badger, lead his owner over and with surprising accuracy, Toph punch the guy on the arm.

It was a little scary how well she could do that.

“Stop calling me that.”

“Hey, tell me. Seen his skirt yet? I know he doesn’t shave his legs so please tell me he’s going all out for this.”

The guy sighed. “Thought Sokka told you not to tell anyone.”

“Sokka? He’s the Fencing cheerleader? That’s why he’s been borrowing my hair pins? Those things are expensive.” Katara interrupted.

Toph burst into laughter, clearly enjoying herself while Suki looked thoughtful.

“So that’s why he asked for makeup advice. Suddenly Sports Day is looking a lot more fun.”

“Speaking of which, I’m going back to my room before Jett finds me to let me know my event. Oh, Toph wanna annoying your department?”

“Always.”

“Take my spot for the Rice Lifting event. I’ve dealt with way too much to even put up with Jett today.”

Katara furrowed her brow, wanting to say something about the fact this guy wasn’t going to participate but then she noticed Toph’s smile dropped a little and her punch was definitely softer the second time she hit him.

“Done deal Sparky. Tell your old man I’ll see him later.”

“So who was that?” Suki asked as the guy finally took off.

“Zuko Lung, not related to the royal brat. I go to his old man’s tea house sometimes. He’s Sokka’s roommate apparently.”

“Oh yeah, he’s a pretty good fencer from what I hear. Weird though, I haven’t seen his name in the announcement of students placing.” Suki said.

She had a point. Katara never remembered seeing anything either. She also found it a bit strange Sokka never dragged his roommate to meet the rest of them. there was something about Zuko though that seemed familiar. It was on the tip of her tongue but nothing came to mind. Oh well, for another day then.

“Hey, let’s go find Sokka. Maybe if we catch him off guard, we can get him to agree to let us wax his legs.”

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“I hate you.” Sokka mumbled, hiking his cheerleading skirt up. Katara bit her lip to keep from laughing at the crop top he was in. apparently, he pissed off their department captain by telling him that Zuko wasn’t participating and Toph was taking his place, so his new uniform was worse than his last.

She tossed her braid behind her, trying not to think about how young she must have looked. She had her hair like this when she was younger since it was much easier to put it into a bun. Her own uniform was rather pink for her taste, but Ty Lee basically guilt tripped her into wearing it since it already been bought. She was still annoyed at this, even more so when she found out her new roommate was Mai. The dark and depressing girl was apparently in the Archery Department and Sokka, who’d been in that Department before transferring to fencing, said she was undefeated. Yet she didn’t get past the first round of preliminaries to get onto the national team.

“Hey Sokka!” Aang, a member of the Track and Field Department came bounding over, his own skirt floating around his legs. “Katara, you never told me how much fun a skirt can be. Took me a while to find boxers that weren’t too long but still.”

“I’m glad your having fun Aang. At least someone is.” She said, smirking at Sokka.

“You deal with 3 hours of having your hair ripped out and then come talk to me.” Sokka snapped. “Ugg, I’m gonna kill Zuko. This is all his fault.”

“Wow.” A familiar voice said. Zuko was in casual clothes, carrying a cooler. Next to him was a man, with a squarish face, the same gold eyes and dark hair as Zuko, though his hair was pulled back into a top knot. “See if I bring you anything ever again.”

“You know Jett will kill you if he sees you.”

“He can’t do anything. My uncle called to pull me out for the afternoon. This is work, we’re delivering ice tea for the Fencing and Track and Field Departments. Aang, next time, don’t put your order late at night.”

Aang looked embarrassed. “Sorry. You were already gone when I got back from training. I was going to order for the Rhythmic Gymnastics department, but I know how conscious your coach is about sugars and such.” He said, looking at Katara.

“It’s ok. I’m stealing one though, I deserve the extra sugar for being in this outfit.” She said, walking over to Zuko and opening the lid on the cooler. She noticed he was staring intently at her face.

“What elementary school did you go to?” he asked suddenly.

“Huh?”

“Did you go to Ba Sing Se Preparatory?” he asked.

“Yes?”

“You screamed at those bullies.”

Bullies? Wait. It hit her like a thunderbolt, why he looked so familiar. His burn was a bit more faded but she couldn’t believe he forgot him. He’d been pushed out the window by bullies and her dad, would come to drop off lunch for her and Sokka, managed to catch him before he hurt himself and she’d screamed at the bullies from the floor.

“Holy crap. That was you!” Sokka said, “you had like no hair then!”

“Sokka!” he’d disappeared from class for a few weeks and when he came back his hair was cut so far back that it made his bandages stick out more.

“Yours was in a braid then.”

She was confused for a moment when she realised, he was talking to her. Yesterday her hair had been out but now it was in the same style she had it in as a child.

She’d always wondered what happened to him when Zuko suddenly disappeared for good one day. She’d didn’t think she’d find out now.

#zutara week #zutara week 2021 #weightlifting fairy kim bok joo #AU #rhythmic gymnasit katara #fencer zuko #fencer sokka #weightlifter toph #runner aang

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The Heiress, & The Twelve. Act I.

Episode I: For I Am, Who I Think I Am Not.

Series: KPOP Girl Group: 이달의 소녀 (LOONA).

Pairing: OT12 & Mafia Heiress Female Reader.

Summary: Twelve girls are bound by a string of fate, with the priority of keeping a completely clueless girl alive who was unaware of the responsibility that would soon fall upon her shoulders. In which Y/L/N Y/N was the Heiress to a first ranking Mafia Family, and had to live in complete secrecy until the day of her return.

Heels clicked against the marbled tiles, a short haired woman adorned a simple white blouse with a plain black tie and a shining green gemstone pin, fitted dress pants, and a matching pair of boots made her way through the silence of the halls. Soon reaching the large mahogany doors that almost reached the ceiling, the woman didn't hesitate to push the doors open and pause in the middle of the spacious room. She bowed before announcing her arrival to the gray haired man that stood by the tall windows, back facing her as his eyes scanned the garden beyond the glass of his quarters.

"I've arrived, boss." the man inhaled deeply, raising a hand to signal the woman to be at ease and so she straightened back to her height, side-eyeing the machinery that surrounded the king sized bed, and dressers that were once filled with family portraits—now occupied by numerous paraphernalia for various medication. The sharp-eyed woman clenched her jaw, studying the man who kept his back turned to her yet she could almost hear his contemplation out loud.

It's gotten worse.

"Do you need me to call for the doctor, sir? I can ask Vivi to take charge until I've finished the task."

"No, I specifically called you for a reason, Haseul." the man turned his head slightly, just enough to make sure that he could see the young woman through his peripheral vision who was patiently awaiting for orders. His heart clenched as only for a moment, the sight of her reminded him of a younger version of herself, one that he had once found in the streets doing errands for another Family to make sure that she comes home with enough coins to feed a child that could barely even formulate a word—stating that she had found the child the abandoned, wandering the streets alone—to which the young girl then decided to claim as her own sister.

The old man then asked if they wanted to work for him instead, and with Haseul's dim eyes shining brightly at the offer—a wary expression quickly cast on her small, rugged features, stating that they'll be chased by those whom gave her orders. Soon enough, the old man took care of it himself, and the two scrawny children that sat in the dining hall with the boss were shoving their meals down their throats as if their lives depended on it—but the old man didn't mind, lips pulled up into a small smile as he sipped on his wine.

"How is your sister? She's doing well, I hope." Haseul's eyes stayed glued on the back of the boss' head, feeling slightly distressed at how it seemed as if the usual dismissive and busy man had time to even ask for such easily answered questions.

"She is, sir. She's attending classes at this very moment."

"I've been reminiscing the times where she'd barge in the meeting room with the loudest greeting.." the man chuckled to himself, sighing without noticing the pained expression that had now set on Haseul's face as she swallowed thickly.

"She's living well with the other five, but I'll make sure to ask her to drop by sometime.."

"And.. Yves?" Haseul's eyes snapped back to the boss, watching as he finally turned to face her with a distant look in his eyes.

"Sir—"

"I need to know if she's taking care of her." as he moved to take a seat, the old man slightly staggered—making Haseul reflexively take a step towards him but he quickly placed a hand on his desk, regaining his balance with a frustrated look on his face.

"Is she being taken care of?" Haseul could only nod in reply when he looked back at her, she could see the internal struggle that had been building up in his aged features as he slowly lowered himself on his chair. Inhaling deeply as he finally sat in peace, leaned back, staring across the room blankly.

"It won't be long until she comes home," the old man's eyes set on a picture frame that stood tall on his desk where the image of the familiar face of his eldest son, his wife and a baby girl smiling happily back at him, "will I ever be able to meet her? My own granddaughter.."

"Is that why you called for me?" Haseul dared to ask just when the boss started to look solemn, but though the boss was as strict as any boss can be—he was never unkind to those of which he raised as his own.

He did however, looked at Haseul displeasingly as if he's wasn't dying and this was just another day where the old man slightly questions if the girl really did grow up under his supervision.

"No, I have an order only I can give you—and I alone." and so the old man started speaking, pulling out a document from a drawer under his desk and laying it out on the surface for Haseul to read. As she read what had been written on the parchment, she felt her heart drop as she stared down at the contents—her own body practically refusing to listen her boss speak any further, vision blurring while the old man continued to tell her exactly what would be her final order from him. Haseul was numb the second she had left her boss' quarters, stiffly making her way down the hall with nothing but agony and dread washing over her as everything slowly sank in. If it wasn't for Vivi's arms that had quickly caught her once she'd rounded the corner, the short-haired woman would've broke down alone on the empty hall—but there they sat on the ground, Haseul's heartbreaking sobs echoing through the silence, Vivi's hushed whispers and protective arms wrapped around the girl, Haseul could almost feel the emptiness that was once her reality and had been completed because of the boss' compassion return.

"How long do we have until we come for her?" her eyes continued to stare down blankly at the name engraved on the tombstone, tearing her eyes away from the marble to look at the taller, dark haired woman with distinct sharp features—particularly, the slope of her jawline—that stood behind her. With her arms crossed and craned neck as she eyed Haseul with a focused gaze, the leader could only glance at the tombstone before taking a deep breath and tiredly walking past her to start leading them towards the cars.

"A year."

"A year!? What—she'll be our boss when she's barely through her junior year? What's the difference with just going right now!?" Haseul pinched the bridge of her nose as the other woman leaned over to express her dismay, making her stop on her tracks to look at the taller girl pleadingly.

"It's in the paper, Jinsol. You've all read it, please don't make me repeat the order that I've been assigned to do—if you want to press on this further, take it up with Kahei, please." Jinsol eyed the drained girl infront of her, shaking her head before reaching over to place a comforting hand on her shoulder in attempt to console the older girl.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound harsh it's just.. We're defenseless, it doesn't sit right—not having a real boss," Haseul nodded solemnly, failing to meet Jinsol's worried gaze, "it's not fair that he left you with it, even if everyone would catch a bullet for you if you commanded it. Haseul, it's.. Just not right." Jinsol tried her best to empathize with the girl, though lacking the ability of wording it out. However, Haseul felt the sincerity in her tone and just gave her a small smile in reply—already mentally preparing herself for a year of temporary boss until they're finally ready to get you.

"Everything will go as smoothly as it always has, Jinsol. We'll have our boss back before we know it."

"Yo!" you squinted your eyes at the sudden figure blocking you from the view of the sun, the familiar wide smile and crinkled eyes directed at you as she beamed—dare you'd say that though she was blocking the sun from behind her, it was as if she shined even brighter than the source itself.

"Yo.." she let out a hitch-pitched excited squeal before occupying the space next to you on the bleachers, popping open her water bottle as her eyes aimlessly scanned the open field, lingering on the blonde that ran at ease—leading everyone else behind her.

"What 'cha doing?" the girl next to you asked with a melody, leaning over to invade your personal space even further—her nose practically pressing up against your left cheek while you watched the students at the field. Maybe if you were still a freshmen and the older girl smothered you with affection like this as she usually did, you would've been all flustered and stumbling with your words. But it's been years since the school's precious Student Council Vice President—the "Sunshine Goddess" as they've repeatedly called her since she transferred—and "Just-who-even-is-that-girl?" Y/N's dating rumors had died down, the infatuation had subsided and now you were left with the most lovable and affectionate puppy that never missed a day on telling you that she loved you.

Oh what people would give to have Student Council Vice President Kim Jiwoo's love and affection.

"Skipping class." you answered monotonously, hearing a loud gasp coming from Jiwoo who quickly clasped her water bottle shut, rising from her spot to look down at you—completely horrified at your reply. She grabbed you by your hand that was subconsciously picking on the hem of your uniform's coat, making you look back up at her as the girl pouted at you.

"Yah! Ha Y/N, Take your classes more seriously! Do you have any idea what you could be missing in your class right now? What would you do if someone told you to solve calculus or you'll die!?"

"I'll ask if I can call a friend, and I'll see if my Jiwoo-unnie can solve it for me. If she can't—then I guess I'll just die. So much for having an Unnie that's a year level above mine.."

"Y/N!" Jiwoo really did look bothered by your joke, but she looked adorable even in her worried state which made you pull your hands up in surrender.

"I'm not skipping class, we have a substitute teacher for today and he asked us to finish the homework that was given yesterday—I already finished it so I asked if I could leave early and now I'm here."

"Hey! You two! What do you think you're doing up there!?" both your eyes snapped over to a flustered, slightly ragged breathing Kim Jungeun standing by the bottom of the steps, a hands on her hips with her sharp eyes squinted to look at you and Jiwoo through the sunlight. Jiwoo tugged on your hand that she'd been holding onto, shaking it as if to mimic a wave towards the Student Council President who only looked even more irritated than when she squinted her eyes at you two.

"Jungie! Y/N left class early to watch us do PE!"

"And you actually believe her!?" Jungeun shouted from her spot, her volume loud enough for a few of their classmates who were doing laps to glance at the three of you nosily. One student who glanced at you briefly made eye contact with Jiwoo, and you swear the girl was smiling the last time you saw her—but the paling of the students face made you think otherwise. Though when you looked back at Jiwoo, she was smiling warmly at you.

"I said I was sorry, Jungeun-unnie! Will you ever let that go?" you asked the older girl by the bottom of the steps, but she only raised a brow at you before shooting you a disapproving look and letting out a 'tsk', pointing at Jiwoo.

"Enabler! Back in the field, now!"

"But the teacher's not even back yet!"

"If she says twenty laps, then it's twenty! You've only done ten! Maybe if you even tried to stop yourself from being too excited talk to Y/N—you would've already doubled that!" Jungeun pointed at the field behind her, making Jiwoo groan and start mumbling under her breath as she glanced at you before making her way down the bleachers. The blonde president raised her chin as Jiwoo lowered her eyes right back at her, handing her the water bottle before reaching the field and breaking into a full sprint. You watched in awe how she had already reached a few remaining students across the field whom were all tired out of their minds, Jiwoo zoomed past them—eyes practically overflowing with irate.

"You should head home early, I heard it's going to rain heavily today." Jungeun said as she settled on Jiwoo's previous spot next to you, the girl scanning the side of your face—your eyes following Jiwoo around the field. You turned to look at Jungeun just as she popped the bottle open, taking a few mouthfuls of water before screwing it shut to place on the space between the two of you.

"I'm pretty sure that wherever you got that forecast from—is inaccurate," Jungeun reached behind her to pull the band off her ponytail, letting her blonde locks fall loosely on her shoulders as she looked at you with intrigue, "The skies answer to one person, and one person only. And that person's name is Ha Sooyoung."

"Ha Sooyoung? Sooyoung-unnie? Your older sister?" you almost felt offended when Jungeun cackled at the mention of your older sister, until you remembered that the year your sister was just about to graduate—she apparently got close enough with Jungeun and Jiwoo through her final stretch as Student Council President at the time, enough for her to ask the two girls to watch over you as she always had until you could only see each other at home with the older girl being in college.

"She never fails at that, always giving me an umbrella when it actually rains. Ever since we were kids! But today, she didn't give me an umbrella so.. Your forecast is wrong, Unnie."

"That Unnie.. Teaching you all the wrong things in life.." you snorted at the the teasing tone before looking up at the clear blue sky, to which Jungeun did the same.

"But maybe I should, actually. Sooyoung-unnie took a day off from her internship for some reason, maybe we could grab a bite to eat or spend some time together." Jungeun leaned over to bump her shoulder against yours, grinning at you when you gave her a look.

"You're going to be like this with us when we graduate too, aren't you Y/N? You're going to miss our affection~"

"What is this? Unnie! Please not you too!"

"Hey! How dare you two be cute without me!? I'm not taking no for an answer when I come over there and kiss you both!" Jiwoo, who had finally finished running her laps hurriedly ran up the bleachers at the sight of Jungeun's arms wrapped around you as she attempted to land a kiss your cheek. The three of you ended up tangled on the ground, laughing loudly just as the school bell in the background, signalling the dismissal of all classes. Jiwoo and Jungeun headed to the showers as you waited patiently by the entrance of the field, you fiddled with the strap of your backpack that hung on one of your shoulders, eyes stuck on the view of students rustling through the parking lot, watching a few cars start pulling out of the driveway and conversations pass by.

There was one group however, four girls—one of them with striking mint colored hair whom you swore was from the same year level as you, but in another class—stood in the middle of the busy lot, the shortest of the four whom you'd assume was a freshmen, oddly hanging out with a junior and two sophomores, seemed to be in a serious conversation with them. The dark haired girl with the fiercest eyes you've probably laid eyes on in your entire life furrowed her brows at the girl as the mint-haired girl looked just about ready to walk out of the conversation—but the one girl with wavy brown hair seemed to be trying to ease the tension by slowly repeating the same words that the shorter girl had, a wary smile set on her lips as her eyes moved from one girl to another.

And then her eyes landed on you.

You quickly tore your eyes away from the four, acting as if you haven't been watching them the entire time their conversation was slowly getting heated. Just as you were about ready to turn and just wait in front of the shower room, you felt a quick tug on your arm—finding the familiar blinding smile of Jiwoo directed at you as she wrapped her arms around one of your own. But when her eyes seemed to have followed where Jungeun seemed to have went, her smile slowly fell into a thin line which made you look over to Jungeun too, staring at her back as she conversed with the four girls from earlier that you had been caught looking at.

"It's finally time, huh?" Jiwoo mumbled to herself, not noticing that though she practically whispered it—you heard her loud and clear. Whatever it was that Jiwoo was talking about, your inner voice clashed against the feeling in your gut that does not want to know what the older girl meant. Your eyes scanned the four girls that crowded around Jungeun—who's composure looked as collected as ever—when your eyes caught the mint-haired girl's oddly concerned ones and the fury that seemed to radiate from the short-haired girl..

What was going on?

"Who are they?" you asked, the question coming out as a whisper which didn't easily slide by Jiwoo, who's grip slightly loosen around your arm—yet you felt the older girl rest a cheek on your shoulder, squishing them lightly as she eyed the five.

"Good kids, you'll know soon." the way Jiwoo suddenly switched moods made you turn to look at her, the girl just looked up at you from her position just when Jungeun made her way back to you. You and Jiwoo barely even got a reaction from the blonde when she started to head over to her red Tesla on the reserved parking space which was a perk when you were a Student Council President—Jiwoo's parking space as the Student Council Vice President next to hers remained just as empty as the first year she'd been appointed in the position.

Jungeun basically drove for the both of them anyways, and when you suggested to Jiwoo to just rent her spot to profit off of it she refused—stating that she already had someone in mind that could occupy the space. You thought she meant that person to be you, but when you teaser her about it—she had quickly declared that you were never getting a driver's license.

"You'll always have us to drive you around."

It was cute how she said 'us' as if she had a license herself, so you let it slide.

"What did those kids want with you?" Jungeun brought the car to life, glancing at you from the rearview mirror just as you locked your seatbelt on. She quickly followed suit, looking over to Jiwoo who seemed to still struggle with hers no matter how many times a day she had to put it on—but Jungeun wordlessly leaned over to do it herself like always, and gone were Jiwoo's knitted brows of concentration to be replaced by a big beaming smile, ready to embark on a journey of a lifetime.

"We're crashing at yours tonight." you raised a brow at Jungeun's dismissive tone, opening your mouth to ask her what she even meant but Jiwoo turned the music on to squeal loudly when “Colors” by some girl group named “Girl of the Month” boomed through the speakers. The whole ride to your house was just spent with Jiwoo belting out whatever played on the radio, and the combined silence between you and Jungeun—but hers was different, you knew that deep, contemplative look on Jungeun's face only appears every once in a while when you were all hanging out. Usually, the girl wouldn't dare mix her school life with the fun energy she had always seemed to be in whenever it was you three but..

This one felt different.

Even the way Jiwoo suddenly stopped singing when she realized how close you were to the view of your home—hell, even Jiwoo started to fidget on her seat.

"Do you think she remembers me?" Jiwoo looked down at her peach colored backpack in between her matching peach colored chucks, wiggling her feet in a jittery manner until she felt a hand rest on her knee. Jungeun shot her a knowing look, making sure Jiwoo saw her before she faced the road again, nodding firmly.

"I'm sure she does, but that's the last thing on everyone's minds right now."

"Right, yeah—of course! How weird of me." Jiwoo breathed out an awkward laugh before clearing her throat, glancing at your odd look directed towards her before she looked back intently at Jungeun. Jungeun side-eyed the girl, quickly getting flustered by how serious Jiwoo looked.

"I swear to whoever is up there that created this world, if she doesn't get down on one knee with a ring in her hand the moment we step foot in that house when you lock eyes—she's on my hit list."

"Kim Jiwoo! What are you even—"

"She's pretty, you're pretty. She's totally in love with you, you are in love with her even if you act like you're not but it's just because you're a Tsundere and we all love you for that—but I swear, Kim Jungeun I will combust—"

"Who's cars are parked outside my house?" your eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sight of three expensive looking cars that was parked perfectly aligned just outside your garage. The second Jungeun pulls the car to a halt, you scrambled on your seat to unclasp your seat belt before grabbing your bag and pushing the door open. You could hear Jungeun calling for you in the background as you rushed to get inside your house—but not before eyeing the blue, yellow, and green cars that continued to intimidate you—you needed make sure that Sooyoung was okay. You pushed the front door open, racing over to the staircase and completely managing to miss a tall, dark haired woman by the entrance of the living room who lightly tapped on the fish tank—giggling to herself until she heard your heavy footsteps after the front door were rashly pushed open.

You were just about to walk past your room and barge into Sooyoung's when you collided against a figure that emerged from the open door of your own room, making you fall back on the ground with a thud as you stared at what seemed to be a pair of jean-clad knees. A large, yet soft looking hand was quickly outstretched in front of you, the impact had apparently managed to rattle you into silence helped you in taking the strangers hand with no hesitation for them to pull you up from the ground—eyes finally locking into yours.

"Y/N." was the only word she muttered, blinking at you as if she was nothing but a mere husk of the human she was supposed to be. The girl looked just about your age but you couldn't deny that she was way beyond just a simple girl, though the she looked almost robotic—it didn't stop her from scanning your face before eyeing you from head to toe in your shocked state, her mouth formed into an 'o' shape.

Her eyes were very pretty.

"You're very much prettier than the images Jiwoo-unnie sends us." and with that, the girl with the cat-like eyes' gaze softened as her lips pulled into a full smile. You didn't exactly know how to react at her statement, or even at the softest smile you've ever seen in your life—what is this girl even doing here?

And she just mentioned Jiwoo-unnie—what does she have to do with this?

"Kim Hyunjin! Jiwoo-unnie said the boss is—" a lower toned voice called from behind you, only to stop dead on her tracks with her eyes widened in shock.

"Here." the girl named Kim Hyunjin finished, peeking from behind you to grin at the light haired girl. You were almost certain that you had lost all your sense of comprehension, it was as if suddenly these strangers that stood in your halls that drove the expensive looking cars parked outside—looking exactly like those models in magazine covers that a child would want to grow up as, while those of the same age could only feel their innermost insecurities come crashing down on them at the sight—had completely shattered the peace that had once been in your home.

But if these were even Sooyoung's friends—would you even be shocked at the thought of a pretty girl being friends with other pretty girls?

"B-boss." the girl whom you've finally came to the conclusion that had distinctive European features bowed in greeting, you merely blinked at the sudden title that the girl had given you as an airy laugh was released behind you. Hyunjin's laugh then died down, with the girl that stayed in her position in front of you peeking as if awaiting for a signal of some sort.

"I.. No?"

"..No?" she asked in confusion at your attempt in trying to grasp the situation, her light brown hair swayed as she tilted her head at your words—to which you could only flush at before Hyunjin moved past you, grabbing her friend's shoulders with a teasing smile on her lips as she pulled her back to her height.

"She doesn't know yet," Hyunjin told the girl, an embarrassed look settling on her soft features to which she quickly waved her hands around as if to dismiss whatever that encounter was. Hyunjin giggled to then pat the girl's head, looking back at you with a knowing look on her face, "this is Jeon Heejin, my friend—my soul friend! She looks like a puppy doesn't she? I had the same thought the first time i met her—"

"Stop that!" the duo easily slipped into lighthearted bickering, to which you just stood there, watching as bewildered as ever with Hyunjin shaking her head and Heejin's small fists clenched—attempting to look even the slightest bit intimidating—only to look like an adorable child throwing a tantrum. The two quickly wrapped it up when you heard Sooyoung call you from downstairs, which then reminded you of why you rushed into the house in the first place so you slid past the two—making your way back down on the first floor with the duo following behind you, their bickering continues but now hushed as you almost had a heart attack when rounding the corner to find a tall, dark haired woman whom you'd assume was just about as old as Sooyoung, standing by the entrance of the living room.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" the woman merely spared you a glance, looking over to the two whom both nodded in confirmation. The woman looked back at you, almost in pity before she turned to enter the living room herself, not even saying a word to you.

But really, why are these girls in your house resembling every single campus crushes that every student had once seemed to fall for during their academic years?

"Unnie.. What the hell is going on?" you asked just as Sooyoung finally came into view, standing at the other end of the livingroom by one of the tall windows that she always made a point to keep the blinds drawn—but this time, she had them all shut, peeking through them as if to check the surroundings before locking eyes with you, sharp gaze quickly turning soft and her lips easing into what resembled a frown.

"Y/N—"

"Ha Y/N, please, have a seat." a woman your eyes barely passed by once you entered the room had called for your attention, she sat by one of the singular couches that had were supposed to face the television but instead, were all positioned as if in some kind of meeting room. It looked almost exactly like the position was in one of those films where there was a person of strength sitting on one end of the room, a few unoccupied chairs aligned by both sides to reach a specific chair that was meant to be for the person being questioned.

Your eyes watched Sooyoung take the seat between the sharp-eyed woman whom had a pondering look casted on her features as she started at you and the dark haired girl with the sharp jawline who now looked blank, making you break eye contact with the woman at the end of the room to acknowledge the orange-haired other woman that sat by her other side, looking almost serene as she sipped on her tea.

"Where are Kim Lip and Chuu?"

"Waiting for Gowon's team to arrive." the dark haired girl answered the now humming short-haired girl's question, watching as Hyunjin took the seat by your right, followed by Heejin sitting next to the dark haired girl on your left—eyeing everyone in the room before flashing you a small smile.

"Y/N?" the woman called for you attention yet again, an almost hesitant smile on her lips as she motioned for you to the seat in front of you, a few feet away from entirely facing her.

"Please." you swallowed sharply before settling down on the spot she hand kept insisting for you to occupy. Just before she could begin, approaching footsteps made you look up from the faces that were already present in the room, to feel the blood drain from your head down to your toes at the familiar sight of Kim Jungeun—now seated between Hyunjin and the orange-haired woman, adorning a luxurious looking velvet black suit with a blinding red pin contrasting her black tie. The pin had been intricately designed with nothing but red gemstones and a crescent-like symbol in on it's top with a golden silhouette of what resembled an owl in the middle of it.

"..Jungeun?" your friend turned to look up at you, a hint of apology in her eyes before she looked across from her to find the once blank looking member of the group—the woman with the sharp jawline—staring softly at Jungeun before she turned to look back at what you finally decided to point as..

Their Leader.

"Let's begin."

Hello~

I've decided to start my initial plan for this account on this fic. This was a series that had come to mind when I watched a rerun of Hitman Reborn and thought that yeah, mafia au's are pretty chill but the most I've read for the ones with this group was.. Are there even any? If so, I'd love to read them.

But initially, this had always been a reader included idea—almost shifted into a 2jin one (would probably write about as well when I can) but that would be a different universe compared to this one. And that plot would be fixed along with a handful of different groups but as I've said—I hope I can write it when I can.

This is only act one, probably.. made up of three acts? Twelve episodes each? When I finish the series, I'd probably make one shots of this universe—so many plans with such a short amount of time~

The plot would progress as it goes, minor ideas would make its way into major plots—nothing is of certain, who you would end up with is indefinite, the lore will be laid.. But the uncertainty that comes with this, when it will actually finish or just disappear into the drafts after five episodes or so..

I cannot guarantee even my own attachment to the plot, but it played well in my mind when I thought about it and so here I am. Though Congratulations on stumbling upon this fic, and I apologize if you ever become as immersed as I am with this.

Laters,

JJ.

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Bound To You

Commissioned by: @skittlez-area512

Genre: Mafia! Arranged Marriage! AU

Warning: Smut, Launguage

Word Count: 5.7k

If you had the slightest choice of the family you were born into, you absolutely would not have picked the one you got.

Growing up your father drank, alot. He yelled constantly, always slapping your mother when she politely asked him to keep quiet as he was scaring the children.

"Fuck them kids." Was his response. Your father never told you he loved you, never told you he was proud of you for graduating top of your class in highschool despite him being such a piece of shit. As stupid as it sounded, and as much as you hated the man, you wanted the validation from him. You wanted to know if he had any kind of bond with you, even the smallest.

But that never came. The only time he was even remotely nice was when he needed something. When they were out of money and you were working so you had to support his drinking and gambling addictions, or he'd raise his hand to you. Your brother, who was 4 years older than you also still lived at home. He did his best to protect you and your mother from your father's fists but he worked a lot. He was responsible for paying the bills since your father refused to work, and wouldn't allow your mother to work, because in his mind she would cheat on him.

You hated it here, but even at the age of 23, you couldn't leave. Even when he hit you, you couldn't leave your mother alone with him. Your father would kill her. There was no doubt in your mind.

You sat on the couch, the house was quiet. You could hear your mother weeping in the kitchen, your father nowhere to be found. He had freaked out on everyone, slapping your mother before taking off out the front door.

His absence was extremely welcomed. You turn your head focusing on the show playing on the TV, when you hear yelling outside, that seemed to be coming closer. The front door of your house swung open, your dad being shoved to the floor of the entrance.

"Where is she?" A voice snaps.

"Ayn! Get over here!" Your father spits from the floor. Slowly you rise from the couch, reaching for your mother who came from the kitchen."Ayn!" He yells again.

"What?" You snap, standing above the drunk man.

"This is her." He huffs.

You look over to the large men accompanying your father, who are now looking at you carefully.

"Will he approve." A deep voice says. "Taeyang, grab her." The man says.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Your father gravels at the man's feet.

"Your debt is cleared. Do not return." He snaps, leaving To walk out the door. The other man grabs your arm tightly, Yanking you towards him following the other man of the door.

"What the hell are you doing!?" You snap, trying to fight the man off.

"You didn't warn her?" Taeyang scoffs.

"Why should I? Useless bitch." Your father laughs.

Without hesitation, the tall man swiftly kicks your father in the stomach, resulting in the sound of ribs crunching.

"Your father sold you to Kwon Jiyong, to pay off his gambling debts." He tells you. "You will marry Jiyong in one month."

"Do I not get a say!? This isn't even his life! It's mine! You can't use me as your payment!" You scream.

"I can and I did." Your father coughs. "Take her."

The man throws you over this shoulder, knowing you wouldn't go easily. You fought as hard as you could, but it didn't work. You were stuck, your fate was unknown and you were terrified. The door shut behind you, and all you could hear were the sobs and pleas of your distraught mother fading away as you're put into a van and taken away.

"Please don’t kill me." You sob. You just knew that was your fate, and absolutely something your father would do. The wedding they had mentioned earlier couldn't actually be true.

"What?" Taeyang laughs. "You're not dying."

"Although, you will probably wish you were dead." One mumbles.

"I mean you're not wrong, Daesung." Taeyang smirks.

"Enough. You know GD has microphones in here." The tall one snaps.

"Right." They both sigh.

"But I can't actually get married." You scoff.

"You are. One month." Daesung says.

"I'm only 23! I haven't even had my first love yet! I wanted to travel and do so much." You cry.

None of the three men say anything as the van pulls into a gravel driveway, stopping in front of probably the biggest house you had ever seen.

Taeyang pulls you from the back of the van, holding onto your tied hands behind you back, guiding you inside.

You walk through a grand entrance, painting littering the walls, sculptures against the walls. It smells of stale cigars and whiskey as you walk deeper into the house, passing through a nosy living room before stopping in front of a pair of grand double doors.

Daesung pushes the doors open, revealing a man standing there, his back facing you.

"She's here boss." The tall one says.

"Thank you, TOP." He snickers, turning around.

You had never seen someone as beautiful as the man who stood before you. He was wearing a dark blue suit, a neck tattoo visible. His fingers held a few rings, while his face was just.. perfect.

"She'll do." He says, smirking at you. "Take her to her room." He finishes, turning back around.

If that was who you were marrying, maybe this wouldn't be too bad.

Oh how you were so wrong.

That night he lay in your bed, in an unfamiliar room, your eyes staring at the ceiling as the events of that day flooded through your head. You wanted to know what exactly was going on and none of his men would tell you anything. They just tell you to wait for Jiyong, but when was that going to be?

Taking the initiative you get out of your bed and open the large door leading to a hallway. Quietly you sneak down the staircase heading towards the double doors you had stood in front of earlier. Taking a deep breath, you gently place your hand on the door knob Quietly turning it until you slightly pull the door open, without a sound. You peak your head inside, a gasp coming from your mouth without thinking about it.

You see a sweaty Jiyong, his hands gripped on a woman's hips as he harshly pounds into her, moans slipping from her mouth. With your eyes wide you look away, closing the door before you're caught, tiptoing back to your room, feeling quite dumb. You had wanted to talk to him, but you seem to forget what type of man he was. He's a mafia boss, the most ruthless. You needed to just stay in the shadows unless asked for or spoken too. Much like living in your parents house. Not to be seen or heard.

You fell asleep that night actually sort of missing your house, mostly just your mom.

It was a few days before you actually saw Jiyong, mostly just hangout in your room, with meals being brought to you until he returned from wherever he was.

One morning, you're woken up to the sound of clapping. It was a struggle to open your eyes, but when you did you saw Jiyong standing there, looking good in a tight fitted suit.

"Did you enjoy the show last night?" He asks, cocking his head to the side.

"I.. uh.. what?" You ask, not sure if you should just fess up to what you had witnessed.

"I know you saw. I'm asking if you enjoyed it. Yes or no, that's not a hard question to answer." He says.

You get up, swinging your legs over the edge of your bed, your head hanging low.

"Im sorry. I just had some questions. I didn't see much." You whisper.

"I have nothing to hide." He smirks. "Anyways, that's not why I'm here. I'm here because of this." He pauses, pointing up and down your body. "Is not going to work."

"Kim." He calls out. A woman walks in, her face serious as she pulls you off your bed, standing you in front of them both, before forcing off the large t-shirt you slept in that night.

You stand there, stunned as they circle you, talking to each other about what needs work and what will do.

"Hair cut and colour, make up. Body is fine. Do something with those nails." Jiyong says. "Have her ready for the engagement party. Tonight." He says, walking out of the room.

"Lets go." She says, pulling your arm towards the door.

"Um. Can I put on clothes first?" You ask, looking down at your bra and panties.

"Oh. Sure." She says, letting go.

You go to your closet, picking out the easiest thing to put on, a sundress, already dreading what the day had in store for you.

Five hours later, you tiredly walked into your room, looking at a person in the mirror you didn't even recognize. Your hair was completely different, you never actually envisioned yourself with that colour. Your skin was glowing after being pummeled and smoothed, the smell you radiated reminded you of a bakery your mother used to take you too.

The glow you had was hard to miss, but you kind of liked it. You smiled at yourself, but we're almost blinded by the whiteness of your teeth, it was almost too much. Your stomach drops, you don't know who this person standing before you is. You try anything to make yourself feel like yourself, but it doesn't work. This was your life now. You had appearances to keep up, better get used to it now.

You hear a knock at your door before it opens immediately after. "Miss." A man calls out. "You have 20 minutes until it's time to go." He says, making you remember that tonight was the night you announce your engagement to everyone Jiyong knows.

With a forced smile on your face you slip into the strapless dark satin dress that hugged your curves, as well as showed off your legs with a long slit up the sides. You stared at yourself in the mirror, in a dress that was the most flattering thing you had ever seen yourself in. You may not know who you were, but damn you looked good.

You slid on your heels, strapping them on before heading out the door, meeting one of Jiyong's men outside your door.

"He's waiting at the bottom of the stairs." He tells you.

Without a word, you take a step down, heading towards your fiance that you knew nothing about.

You see him standing there, adjusting the cuffs of his suit before looking up, a small smile crossing his face before it goes back straight.

"That looks much better. You look good." He says, walking away leaving you trailing behind him.

"Thanks." You whisper, rolling your eyes.

The entire car ride to the party was spent with Jiyong telling you what not to say, so when you finally pulled up to the venue, you were more than ready to get out and talk to anyone else. But before you could go in, he handed you a beautiful and large diamond ring to slide onto your ring finger for your engagement ring.

You walked into the grand building, everything was so elegant. Waiters circled the floor with the most expensive champagne, waitresses with finger foods, the ceiling sparkled from the chandelier and the lights, gentle music played in the corner of the room.

It truly was beautiful.

However, you didn't get to take a lot of time to take it all in. Within seconds there were people coming up to you and Jiyong, introducing themselves, asking to see your ring and how the wedding planning was going. It was all a lot to take in.

"Excuse me." You smile at the people who circled you and Jiyong, whispering in his ear that you were going to go to the bathroom.

You needed a few minutes to yourself, to calm down and ease your anxiety. This was just a lot.

When you finished in the bathroom, you were making your way back to Jiyong when you were stopped by a man.

"Hello there beautiful." He says, stepping in front of you.

"Hello." You respond with a small smile.

"My my my, just how did Mr. Kwon pull someone like you?" He asks.

"I'm sorry?"

"I just want to know how he managed to get someone like you? You look like you'd be a much better fit for someone like, oh I don't know, me." He smirks, reaching over to touch your arm.

"Isn't that a shame, Jackson that she is in fact mine, and not yours." Jiyong spits, walking over to stand beside you. He effortlessly slides his arm around your waist, pulling you in close.

"Ahh, I suppose. But she could be mine. If she so chose." Jackson winks.

"I'll pass." You smile. "I'm happy where I am."

"You sure, sweetheart? I could make you happier." He offers.

"I don't think you could." You say, turning your head to give Jiyong a kiss on the cheek.

"I believe the lady has spoken." Jiyong says, clearing his throat. He had not been expecting that from you, but he liked it.

You give Jackson a small smile before Jiyong guides you away, placing his glass down on the bar before you and he exited the building before getting in his car. The ride was silent, you spent most of it playing with your fingers with your head down, not knowing what you should say or if you should say anything. Jiyong kept one hand locked on the steering wheel, staring straight at the road, but the one thing you noticed was that his knuckles were white as he gripped the wheel hard. Something had made him mad, but what?

When the two of you arrived back at the house, Jiyong stormed from the car and towards the house before stopping in his tracks.

"Don't get it twisted." He began. "I don't fucking want you, but you're still mine and I don't share." He spits before going into the house, heading to his office and slamming the door. You stood outside the door for a few minutes, debating on whether you should knock or not when you heard him yelling.

"Don't you ever disrespect me like that again!" You hear him yell. "I'll pull all my fucking connections from your crew Jackson, don't fucking test me." He snaps before slamming down the phone.

Over the next few days, you had spent your time wandering around, reading, watching shows, but also getting close to some of his men. Specifically Taeyang and Daesung. They made you laugh so often, sometimes you'd catch Jiyong staring at you as you laughed, or watching you when you walked past him. You tried not to over analyze it but your brain couldn't help it. This was the man you now had to spend your life with, you wanted him to feel something, anything.

The night before the wedding, you couldn't sleep. You were terrified to get married to a mafia leader, especially one as terrifying as Jiyong. You had heard the rumors of what he had done and what he was capable of and part of you was scared that if you did anything to make him mad, he would make you disappear.

Tired of tossing and turning, you got out of your bed, going to look at the backyard that had been set up for your wedding. The lights, the flowers, decorations, the way the chairs were set up, everything looked beautiful. If you had been marrying a man you loved you would have felt giddy and excited for this but instead you were nervous.

"Looks good, doesn't it?" You hear from behind you.

Turning your head, you see Daesung standing there, with his arms crossed.

"It's beautiful." You whisper.

"You should get some sleep. You've got a long day tomorrow." He says, nodding his head towards the door.

"I know." You sigh, heading back in with him trailing you.

"Try to get some sleep." He says, standing at the bottom of the stairs, right across from Jiyong's office. Before you could say anything or go upstairs, you hear a female giggle from inside his office.

"Aren't you getting married tomorrow?" You hear the girl ask.

"Yeah, but it's strictly for business. Bitch means nothing to me." You hear Jiyong say before the woman giggles again.

"Ayn.." Daesung starts but you don't stick around yo hear anymore. You run up the stairs, slamming the door to your room before crawling into your bed.

This life was going to be hell.

You fought back tears the entire day of your wedding. You held them back while your shitty father walked you down the aisle to the man who wanted nothing to do with you.

You held them back as you were announced man and wife by the minister, and Jiyong pulled you in for a kiss while everyone cheered.

You held them back as the DJ announced Mr. And Mrs. Kwon Jiyong, and your first dance as a married couple.

You barely touched your food, your smile was forced during pictures, especially the ones with Jiyong. You knew you could see the sadness and hurt in your eyes but everyone chose to ignore it.

"What's your issue?" Your father asks during the forced father and daughter dance.

"I didn't want this." You growl through your teeth.

"Be grateful anyone wants you, but especially a man like him? You should be worshipping me for doing this for you." He spits.

"Im in this shitty situation because of you! Like hell I'd ever thank you."

"Ungrateful little fucking brat." Your father sneers.

"Im done." You say, ripping your hands from his grip before walking away, even though you still had more than half the song to go.

"You okay?" Daesung asks, sitting beside you at your table while Jiyong mingled.

"I guess. Shitty husband, shitty father, shitty life. It is what it is." You sigh, watching Jiyong walk over to you with a smile and his hand held out for you, wanting you to dance.

"My wife." He smiles. You force a smile, placing your hand in his, letting him lead you to the dance floor but you knew it was just for appearances. On what should be your special wedding night, you knew he would likely end up with his dick in someone else, like usual.

As the night came to an end, you were exhausted as you crawled into your new bed. Now that you were married you had to keep up appearances, according to Jiyong. He has moved you into his room now, incase of any surprise visits or anything. Nothing could look suspicious, or not like the two of you weren't actually married.

As you rolled over to face the wall, you felt the bed dip beside you. Honestly, you had expected him to work in his office or do whatever, but definitely not come to bed.

When you woke up the next morning, he was gone, not really a surprise to you. However, what was a surprise was that for the next week, he ended up in bed with you either when you went to bed or a little bit later. He never said anything to you, just crawled in and went to sleep but a part of you liked it. You enjoyed having someone to sleep next too.

A few weeks later, you said good night to Taeyang and Daesung, giving Jiyong a small smile before heading for the stairs. Your heart fluttered when you looked at him. As much as you tried to stop it, you fell for him and you hated yourself for doing so. It was a little earlier than you normally went to bed but you were bored.

"Wait." Jiyong calls out. "Where are you going?" He asks. "Not to bed right?"

"Um, well yeah, I was planning on going to bed." You say, avoiding eye contact.

"We have that opening. You have to get ready." He says.

Fuck. Taeyang had told you about it weeks ago and it had totally slipped your mind. "Right." You sigh. "I'll get ready quickly." You say, running up the stairs.

You finished your makeup in record time, opting for a subtle but dark look to go along with your short dark dress with a slit up the side. You quickly slip on a pair of heels before descending down the staircase where you hear a small "wow" slip from Jiyongs lips. A smile quickly washes over you before it disappears, not wanting him to know you heard that.

You walk with Jiyong to the car, where he opens the door for you, allowing you to slide in before he goes around to the drivers side, taking off quickly.

"I have a meeting when we get there at first." He explains. "Say your name at the bar and he won't charge you, just hangout for a bit until I'm done and then I'll come get you." He says, giving you a small smile.

You nod your head, letting him know you understand as your stomach fills with butterflies.

Jiyong gives you a small wave as he walks away from you, leaving you in a crowded club by yourself. You walk over to the bar, ordering a few shots before giving him your name.

"Under Kwon Ayn." You say, slightly enjoying the look of terror on his face when he realized who your husband was.

The man gave you your four shots of tequila, which you took all in a row, standing there for a minute while the liquor worked its magic. Just as you felt it kick in, one of your favorite songs began playing, drawing you out to the dance floor. Without any hesitation you walked to the dance floor and began moving your hips, swaying to the beat of the song.

It didn't take long for you tk feel a pair of hands grip your hips and someone to push themselves against you. Honestly, you had thought it was Jiyong, but when you leaned your head back and you saw it was a man you had never seen before. You felt your body tense up as you tried to move away from him but his grip tightened, not letting you leave.

"What's the rush, baby?" He whispers in your ear. Maybe it was the tequila, or maybe it was the fact that your husband didn't want you, but it felt nice to be touched, to be wanted. You wanted someone, you had needs too that weren't being met.

You turned around, sliding your arms around his neck, whispering in his ear. "Im Ayn."

"Suho." He beams, pulling you in closer.

For the next few minutes, you couldn't help the giant smile that was plastered on your face as you and Suho danced, while he whispered in your ear. It felt nice to have someone be close with you and make you feel things and want you. You were tired of your one sided love, it was nice to have some sort of feeling returned.

It was nice while it lasted. You happened to look up, the smile on your face fading as you saw Jiyong staring at you with Suho, his fists squeezed into balls at his sides while his face looked right pissed.

You quickly try to pull away from Suho but he just laughs, and pulls you in closer. Your eyes widen as you watch Jiyong walk down the stairs, pushing his way through the crowd until he stands behind Suho. He taps him on the shoulder, and Suho turns around. When he does, Jiyong's fist immediately connects with Suho's face, knocking him to the ground.

"Get your fucking hands off my wife." He spits, grabbing your wrist, pulling you towards the bathroom.

Jiyong pulls you into the men's bathroom, closing the door behind you. "What the fuck was that?" He spits.

"It was nice to be touched." You say, shrugging your shoulders. "A girl has needs too, you know." You say, that fucking tequila making you braver than you've ever been.

"And what kind of needs do you have?" He asks, walking closer to you until you're pinned against the door.

"I need to be touched, and wanted.. fucked." You breathe, Jiyong's face inches closer to yours. His hands reach down to touch your thighs, slipping his fingers under your dress as you spread your legs slightly for him.

“Touched like this?" He asks, gliding his fingers across your clothed pussy.

You shudder at the feeling, your knees buckling. Jiyong grabs your hand, bringing you to the counter where he puts his hands on your hips, helping you hop onto the counter. Uoj spread your legs causing your dress to ride up. He pulls you closer to the edge before moving your dress up fully and out of his way as he groans at the sight of your already dripping pussy.

Jiyong spreads your lips with his fingers, leaning forward to give you a few kitten licks on your clit, just light enough to tease the fuck out of you.

You let out a small gasp. "More. Please" you beg. The second those words left your mouth, Jiyong quickly dived in, licking you all the way up with the flat of his tongue, moving it up and down. Your hands grip the edge of the counter tightly, your knuckles turning white. Jiyong's hands hold onto your thighs as he suctions his lips directly around your clit, sucking harshly, making you grind yourself on hks face.

"I'm.. shit. I'm gonna cum." You cry, circling your hips as your orgasm washes through your body.

“This is going to have to be quick baby" Jiyong smirks, standing up and unbuckling his belt, while you have a few seconds to recover. He slides down his pants just enough to allow his cock to spring free. Your mouth waters at the sight of it, his thick, large cock dripping pre cum already.

“Please fuck me." You groan, spreading your legs more. Jiyong lines himself up with your entrance, ramming his cock inside of you, making you scream. He quickly pulls back out and thrusts back in, giving you no time to adjust to jis large size.

"Yeah baby, let everyone know you're mine. Who's making you scream." He grunts as he thrusts himself in and out of you.

Jiyong had himself angled at the perfect position to be able to have your clit rub up against him as he fucked you on the counter. Your tits had fallen out of your strapless dress, making Jiyong lean forward, taking one in his mouth, sucking on it while never slowing his pace.

“You gonna cum again?" he breathes. His words build your orgasm, the knot getting tighter and tighter with every harsh thrust.

“Fuck." You cry out, grabbing onto your breast, squeezing as your eyes roll back into your head, the sensation of your second orgasm overwhelming.

“Cum in my pussy." You cry out, wanting to feel him fill you up with his juice.

Second later, Jiyong grunts as he releases himself into you, coating your walls with his cum. He pulls himself out of you, pulling his pants up before helping you off the counter.

"Let's get you home and clean up." He murmurs, taking your hand and leading you through the club where you tried to avoid many looks from people who definitely knew what you had just done in there.

The ride home was quiet. You had a million things you wanted to ask hkm, like what did that mean but you chose to stay silent. You didn't want to ruin the high of your very good mood, in case the conversation didn't go the way you were hoping it would.

After you got home and took a shower, you crawled into bed next to Jiyong who was facing your way instead of out into the room. You laid down, facing him, your eye closed, not wanting to look at him.

"Listen.." je begins. You open your eyes.

"I get it. You don't have to say anything. That was a one time thing. It's fine." You whisper.

"What? Why do you think it's only a one time thing?" He asks.

"I overheard you the night before our wedding." You breathe. "Bitch means nothing to me." You quote.

"That was then. This is now. Over the last few weeks of watching you, being near you, your energy, your smile, everything about you, I'm falling. Hard." He tells you. "Look at me."

You open your eyes, looming into jis pleading eyes. He wants you to believe him, to see that he's telling you the truth.

"I am too." You whisper, a smile creeping up on your face.

That night you fell asleep embraced in Jiyong's arms, finally everything felt like it was going to be okay. But that's just life isn't it? Making you believe things are finally working out when in reality, everything is about to fall apart.

The next morning you woke up and stretched while Jiyong's hold on you tightened.

"Good morning." You whisper.

"Mhmm." He answers, reaching under your shirt to cup your breast. "Yes it is."

You stick out your ass into his crotch, his hard cock poking you. "Tease." He moans.

"Me? I never." You gasp, wiggling from his grip. You roll him onto his back, pull the covers from jkm before you pull his boxers down and you allow his morning wood to spring free.

You move yourself between his legs, gripping his shaft with your one hand before opening your mouth and wrapping it afound hks cocm.

"Oh god." He moans, his hands resting behind his head.

You bob your head up and down, sucking harshly while also moving your tongue around the tip of his cock, making him moan.

"Fuck that feels amazing." He groans as you cup his balls, gently playing with them.

You force yourself down as far as you can, his cock sliding down your throat. "Please ride me." He moans, bucking his hips.

You let go of his cocm with a pop, getting up and standing over him. You bunch up the bottom of your shirt, as you lower yourself down, sinking down onto his cock.

"Oh my god." You cry as he stretches you out. Without any hesitation you begin bouncing on his cock, your hands resting on his chest. He brings his hands to your sides, moving your hips to go back and forward.

"Shit baby." He groans, moving you faster on his cock. You slow down the pace, dragging yourself against him, rubbing your clit against him, building your orgasm faster.

You lean yourself forward, bouncing hard on him, craving orgasm, needing to feel it spread through your body again.

"Cum for me." He moans, his hands still on your hips, now helping you move faster.

"I'm gonna.." you begin before your orgasm hits, making your body shudder as your eyes roll bzcl. Jiyong keeps his hands on your hips, keeling your bouncing on his cock as he chases his orgasm while you ride through your high.

"That's it baby." He grunts, moving you faster. "Just like that.. just like.. ahhh." Hr yells out, his cum spitting inside of you.

"Shower?" He asks, helping you slide off his cock. A small giggle escapes from your lips as you nod your head, making your way to the shower before him.

A few hours later while Jiyong, Taeyang and Daesung had business to attend to, you relaxed on the couch with a good book when your cell phone rang. Looking at the contact you saw it was your mother and you knew she never called unless it was an emergency.

"Hello?" You answer.

"Ayn.. please.. help." She whispers into the phone sounding terrified. "Please." She begs before the line goes dead.

Without a second thought you snuck into Jiyong's office and grabbed the first pair of keys you saw, before speaking to the garage without alerting T.O.P. You couldng risk him coming along and something happening. You got in the car and started it before opening the garage door, speeding out of there as soon as you could, leaving T.O.P behind who had pulled out his phone, no doubt to call Jiyong.

Forty-five minutes later you made it to your old house, taking the keys from the car you quickly ran inside the house, which was far too quiet for your liking.

"Mom?" You call out.

You can hear her whimpering from the kitchen. You go there and see her huddled on the floor, her head in her hands.

"Mom. Are you okay?" You ask, walking towards her.

"Im sorry Ayn.. i'm so sorry." She whispers.

"Sorry for what.." before you can complete your sentence you are grabbed from behind, and taken outside by two men you had never seen. You see your father standing there, a smile on his face.

"What the hell!" You yell trying to struggle out of the grip of the men.

"You are his now." Your father says. "He paid me a lot of money for you." He chuckles.

"What? You already gave me to Jiyong to settle your debt." You say.

"Yes and now he wants you and already paid a large sum, so you're his." He says.

"Who is he!? Let me go!" You yell.

"Hello beautiful." You hear. Looking up you see Suho standing there with his head cocked to the side and a smile on his face.

"You." You breathe. "Please let me go." You beg.

"Nah. I wasn't too impressed with your husband last night and now your father has so graciously sold you to me. So you're mine now." He smirks, nodding his head to the side. The men who were holding you, take you to the van, tossing you in there without a care while your father ignores your pleas for help and walks back into his house. The van drives off, leaving you crying, banging on the window begging for someone to save you, hoping Jiyong would save you.

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Corrupted | yandere!myg

▎ 18+ ▎ xtremity; 6 ▎ pairing: yandere!myg x y/n ▎ genre: smut, mafia au ▎ word count: 5.8k ▎ warnings: toxic/possessive behavior, myg cuts kth, oral(f!rec), cursing/dirtytalk, unprotected sex.

You're the sweetest of fruits, the aura of purity surrounding you sparks a fire within Min Yoongi that has him utterly smitten with an obsessive need for you in every way possible. He brings you into his world as his personal secretary, but in reality he doesn't need it. What he craves with his entire being is to corrupt the pure angel that is you with his carnal desires.

Min Yoongi.

The most powerful and renown of men within the mafia realm.

Feared by companies, feared by men, desired by women.

He's extremely intelligent and a delicate planner, loyal to the bone if you've earned it & utterly merciless, thus have grown to become what people would call an invincible man. No one dared to try to play him at this point. Many have tried, and they'd be politely greeted with their boss' heart on a silver platter. And word travels fast

With a flick of his wrist he could end anybody's opportunities and connections.

Everyone wanted to become his ally, because if you can't beat them, join them, as they say.

And with power, comes responsibility.. And a disgusting amount of wealth.

Dirty cash, yes. But money is money to him.

Throughout the years he'd been building his empire, starting from the bottom until he's so high up nobody could dream to get even remotely close to his level.

But something was missing in Min Yoongi's Life.

Even with this incredible amount of power, which he loved... He loved it, the power kink he's developed ingrained within him along with other questionable ways of getting his adrenaline pumping.

But he's grown quite bored of the one night stands. Those girls were already dirty, corrupted and let him do whatever he wanted. They were gladly a whore for his cash, and it was a fun time killer for a while... But it's grown oh so dull.

As if fate was on his side (hah), his world was turned around when he was going through the sent in applications for the position to become his personal secretary. He technically didn't need it, but 'some work load off his shoulders' didn't sound all too bad, as his right hand Taehyung had urged him to finally do something about.

He sighed in disappointment as he flipped through the resumes. To be honest, he didn't bother to read most of them, and simply took a quick glance at the photos provided of the applicant.

''Hey boss, did you look through the apps yet?''

Taehyung carefully closed the door behind him before strolling up to stand next to Yoongi's large office chair, bending slightly to get a view of the papers as well.

''I am currently, as you can probably tell.'' Yoongi answered, a mild annoyance in his voice as he crumples up one of the papers into a ball before throwing it at Taehyung, whom only scoffs in amusement.

''What about this one? She's very qualified.'' Taehyung continues as he leans over the desk to point at the woman's previous experiences.

Yoongi sighs, ''She's perfectly qualified, but if you look closely you can also see that she's worked for one of our competitors. Can't trust that.''

Taehyung raises his eyebrows followed with a quiet 'ah', skimming through the stack of papers himself in silence.

That's when Min Yoongi suddenly leaned forward in his chair, causing it to shriek out by the sudden movement, startling Taehyung.

''Let me see that one again. Go back.''

Taehyung's eyebrows were drawn together in confusion, but he did as told and went back to the one resume his boss seemed oddly interested in. He picked it out of the stack, and quickly Yoongi snatched it from his hands to put it flat down on the desk in front of him.

''Boss, she's not qualified at all...''

''Silence.''

Yoongi fished out his reading glasses from his pocket and put them on, bringing the paper closer to his face to get a proper look at your face. His tongue snaked out to wet his lips, a common habit of his when in deep focus. A new feeling came to life within his usually so monotone soul. Well, it wasn't new... He knew exactly what this emotion was.

''I want her here by tomorrow, Taehyung.'' He said as he handed the paper over to his right hand man.

Taehyung was shocked, and it was obvious in his expression, ''T-tomorrow? That's such a short notice, Yoon-''

''I'm sorry, but did it sound like I was asking you, Mr. Kim? Tomorrow, 9 a.m Sharp. I shall have her desk in order for her outside of my office by then.''

Taehyung looked at your photo as he licked his lips in thought. He's seen this look on his friend-... boss this way only once before. And it didn't end well, because he ...'let her go', as he'd been told to phrase it.

''Yes... I'm on it, right away.''

Yoongi observed his right hand man exiting his office, a fire burning up in his core as he clasped his hands on the table whilst staring blankly into nothingness.

This time he wouldn't make the same mistake.

This time he'd have more self control. He's certain of it.

You were over the moon when the news reached you over the phone, a certain Mr. Kim personally congratulating you for being hired as the secretary for the Mr. Min Yoongi himself.

You'd been throwing out resumes everywhere, and never in a million years did you expect to hear back from this one. It was a long shot, but turns out that miracles do happen.

''Thank you, thank you for this opportunity, Mr. Kim!''

A vibrating chuckle echoed through the call, ''Don't thank me, Mr. Min personally asked me to hire you.''

You remained silent, not able to properly register what was just said.

So Taehyung continued,

''He also requires you to be available to start right away, tomorrow. 9 a.m.''

You choked on your own breath, ''Tomorrow? That's..''

''A very short notice, I'm aware. But there is no room for negotiation, so if you would please accomodate to his wishes...''

You nodded, blushing when you realize he can't see you, so you croax out,

''Y-yes, It's no problem. I'll come tomorrow.''

Taehyung giggles, this time sounding a lot more lighthearted,

''9 a.m, don't be late. Good luck- I mean... Congratulations. It will be a pleasure to work with you.''

And with that, this Mr. Kim hung up on you, leaving you in the silence on the other end.

A wide smile spread across your face as you went to bed that night, excited for new opportunities and a higher paycheck.

8.45 a.m

You anxiously stepped into the grand building entrance, dressed in your favorite work appropriate outfit.

It was simple, really; A cream white dress-shirt fitted to your curves with a flattering v-neck, matched with a black waist high pencil skirt that ended just above your knees, topped off with a pair of cute, black low heels.

You were greeted by a handsome young man standing by the front desk, confidently striding over to you with a box-shaped smile on his lips as he reached his hand out to grab yours,

''Good morning, Miss L/N. Im Kim Taehyung, you spoke with me on the phone last night. On time, even a little early. You're putting in a good impression already.'

You bow before accepting his hand, which he shakes lightly before letting go. He gestures with his hand for you to follow him into the elevator.

Standing there, he presses the button to the floor on the very top, watching the doors close before redirecting his attention to you,

''If you have any questions regarding any matter, don't hesitate to ask me. It is my job after all.''

He looked almost apologetic, and you shoot him a soft smile,

''Thank you. I'm curious, actually...''

''Anything at all, I will do my best to answer you.''

''Well,'' You shift the weight on your feet, ''I don't really know much about secretary work... And I'm quite nervous that I won't live up to Mr.Min's expectations.''

Taehyung's smile softens, a vague hint of concern in his eyes. He puts his hand on your shoulder in reassurance,

''Don't worry too much. That's why I'm here, to teach you and guide you. We know your experience isn't as high as it could've been, but Mr. Min insisted for it to be you.''

You look up at him with confusion, ''Why did he insist?''

Taehyung bit his lip, knowing he probably said too much. He shook his head with a dismissive smile,

''I believe he saw potential, and the fact that you have no past experience means we don't have to worry about other companies being behind you to try to get at our company.''

You froze for a second, his choice of words kind of didn't make sense to you. But before you were able to say anything else, the elevator doors opened.

Taehyung let his hand move from your shoulder to the small of your back to guide you out of the elevator, ushering you to walk next to him.

He halted at a big desk in the lobby outside of an office with a big sign hanging on the door,

Mr. Min Yoongi.

You put your purse down on the big desk. Your desk. It was a lot fancier than you imagined, and the large office chair looked extremely comfortable and high end, almost like a throne.

Meanwhile, Taehyung knocked on the office door to your new boss and carefully opened it, leaning in to announce your arrival. He came back out, nudging his chin in the office's direction,

''He's waiting for you.''

''Oh, I better head in then. I'm nervous...'' You straightened out the pencil skirt while Taehyung walked up closer to you with a reassuring smile, placing his hand on your shoulder once more before speaking,

''Good luck.''

And with that, he returned to the elevator, a small wave thrown your way before the doors closed on him.

You took a deep breath, straightening your posture before carefully opening the door, peeking inside.

''Don't be shy. Come in.''

Closing the door behind you, you finally let out the breath you've been holding. He beckoned for you to come closer,

''Have a seat.''

You sit down in front of him, hands clasped in your lap as you finally get a good look at the man you're now working for.

He was incredibly good looking, pale clear skin, blonde hair that was neatly styled to frame his face. He was dressed in a very expensive suit, definitely personally tailored to fit his frame like a glove.

His eyes, however, were completely unreadable. Beautiful, yes, the feline-like shape and intense stare piercing through you like a sharpened knife, but there was no indication of any emotion whatsoever.

Until his lips curled up in a gummy-like smile, instantly softening his entire expression. He was almost too beautiful.

To be honest, you had expected somebody older. Much older, considering the grand Company and it's reputation (which you didn't know that much of, but you did a tiny bit of research before getting here.).

''What are you thinking about?'' He interrupted your thoughts.

You smiled shyly, looking down at your lap, twiddling your fingers anxiously,

''It's silly...''

He leaned forward, his chin resting in his palm as he keeps his gaze fixed on you with genuine interest,

''Tell me.''

You nod, one hand running through your hair to put strands of it behind your ear. The action alone had Yoongi's chest erupt into fireworks, mouth already watering at the flustered state you're in. He loved feeling so powerful, the status difference between the two of you so apparent.

''Well, I was just thinking that you weren't at all how I imagined the Min Yoongi to be.''

He tilted his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips,

''Oh? Then what did you imagine 'The Min Yoongi' to be?''

''I kind of imagined you as an old man, considering..'' You gesture around you to emphasize, ''All of this. How did you manage to create all of this at such an age.''

He scoffed, amused, ''Understandable.''

''It's just impressive, is all.''

The praise hit him differently. He's never heard his success to be described as 'impressive', and he's sure you wouldn't say that if you knew the things he'd done to get here. But still... When it came from your lips, he almost felt proud.

''And now you're part of it.''

A long moment of silence followed, Yoongi simply keeping his eyes on you as if he's dissecting you with his eyes. You slowly started to feel fidgety, not sure what to do or say in this situation, and he was thriving off of it. The uncertainty in your eyes, the way you kept playing with your hair. He finally broke the silence by pulling out a stack of documents from his desk drawer and dropping it in front of you with a loud thud, causing you to jump in your chair.

''I want you to digitalize these documents for me and then send them to my e-mail. Everything is set up for you on the computer by your desk, and if you have any questions just call for Mr. Kim or give me a knock.''

You were surprised by the sudden change from conversation to business, but you stood up and took the Heavy stack of documents into your arms, bowing politely at your boss,

''Yes.''

He placed his hands on his hips, clacking his tongue once in disapproval,

''In here, you're to address me as Sir... So, try again.''

You exhaled quietly, his entire change in demeanor making you feel both weak and excited at once,

''Yes, sir.''

He nodded, a flick of his wrist to usher for you to leave.

''Good girl. Dismissed.''

You bowed once more, a blush on your cheeks before hurrying out of his office to get to work.

Yoongi threw himself back against the backrest of his chair with a groan as soon as the door closed behind you. Hissing curses to himself as he looked down on his lap, the strained fabric caging his prominent erection had given him hell Throughout the entire conversation. How did you affect him so greatly?

Fuck, he wanted you so badly already.

He wanted to take this slower. He really did. Give you time... Enough time to maybe love him too.

But he's so incredibly impatient.

''Min Yoongi... Control yourself.'' He whispered to himself as he palmed himself through the fabric of his dress pants, a soft, vibrating groan rumbling in his chest at the thought of you on your knees underneath his desk.

Just a little more patience.

You were finally getting the hang of this, but you sure hoped he didn't expect you to finish this entire stack today. It was way too much.

You leaned back into your chair with a sigh, glancing over at the Clock.

Crap, you hadn't eaten lunch yet! And the day just literally flew by.

Just as if on call, Taehyung waltzed out of the elevator with a big boxy grin on his face as he came up to you.

''Hello, secretary. I was gonna ask if you've had your lunch yet? Me and some coworkers are having some takeout on the floor below if you'd like to join.''

You were almost about to say no, but then your stomach protested,

''Actually, that would be Lovely. I'm starving!''

You got up and walked towards the elevator with Taehyung before halting, glancing over at your boss' office.

''What about Mr. Min?''

Taehyung shrugged, ''He never eats with us.''

You pout, ''Do you ever ask?''

Tae looks guilty, ''Not lately.''

''What?! I bet he's super hungry too, I'm gonna ask.''

You strode over to the office door without a thought, not listening to Taehyung's protests in the back before knocking and opening the door without waiting, peeking in to simply see the back of Yoongi's chair facing you.

''Sir?''

The chair turned around slowly, the very same handsome man as you saw this morning looking slightly less put together in a way staring back at you. Something was different, yet not.

''What can I do for you, y/n?''

''I-I was just... gonna ask if you wanted to come with me and Tae- Mr. Kim downstairs for lunch...If you're not too busy.''

You didn't know why, but the air felt thicker in his office, and you felt as if you shrunk underneath his gaze.

He licked his lips in thought before nodding,

''I'll be right there. Go ahead without me.''

You couldn't help but smile, giving him a nod before closing the door, heading back to Taehyung, who's looking at you dumbfounded.

''He rejected you, didn't he? I told you he-''

You held up your hand to silence Taehyung, a victorious smile on your lips,

''He said he's coming, but we could go ahead.''

Taehyung's jaw dropped before breaking into an amused smile, ''No way...''

Yoongi stood up from his chair, taking a moment to take a good look at himself in the large body mirror on his wall. He ran his fingers through his hair as to fix the slight mess he'd caused. How inconvenient that you'd walked in on him just after he'd relieved himself off some well needed stress.

How couldn't he, you drove him mad, his body is aching for you already.

He was surprised that you'd asked him to join you for lunch, and part of him was thrilled. This was a good step, a good development. You must already feel something for him. You're closer to being wrapped around his finger.

As he made his way down to the staff room, he saw you sitting with his other employees, chatting and smiling. You looked gorgeous.

But Yoongi was boiling at the way you smiled, because it wasn't directed towards him, but towards his own right hand man, Taehyung. And he had the audacity to smile back, sitting way too close to you.

The entire room fell silent when they noticed Yoongi's presence, he casually sat down across from you at the table, as the space next to you was already occupied by Taehyung.

''W-welcome, boss.'' Jung Hoseok exclaimed with an uncertain smile.

Yoongi nodded in acknowledgement,

''What are we having?''

You smiled widely, completely oblivious to the tension between the others at his presence, pushing forward a takeout box in front of him,

''Chinese! It's delicious, try it!''

Yoongi scrunched his nose. He hadn't had takeout in years, accustomed to a more expensive taste at this point. But it was you... You offered this to him. The others anxiously shared looks, knowing that if they were the ones who would've so casually offered this to him, he wouldn't have reacted all that kindly.

''Thank you.'' He simply responded as he opened it, grabbing a pair of chopsticks before calmy diggin into it.

Everyone's eyes widened, but as soon as Yoongi looked up they hurried to continue eating and chatting as if their stern boss didn't just THANK the new employee.

You smiled, ''Good, huh?''

Yoongi nods, saying nothing as he chews his food. He almost looked harmless, cute even with the way his cheeks puffed up when they were full of food.

You turned to Taehyung to continue a conversation that you had going on before Yoongi's arrival. He listened in, and it was purely business talk, but the way you were leaned in and so casually addressing his by his birth name had Yoongi's blood boiling once again. This was no good. His right hand man knows that you were his, his only. HIS. He better step back on the casualty.

Taehyung didn't. He smiled back, conversing way too nicely the entire lunch, and it did nothing but spur Yoongi's possessiveness on.

He's too far gone. He knew that. There's no way he'd be able to wait longer, he needed to claim you before anyone else did. At least that's how it felt in his world.

Yoongi put his food back on the table when he finished, taking a sip of his water before standing back up, making the chair scrape and screech against the floors which silences everyone once more.

''I'm heading back. Thank you for the lunch.''

Everyone bows and nods at their boss, including you. He gives Taehyung a piercing glare before saying one last thing,

''Mr. Kim, stop by my office when you're finished.''

''You asked for me, boss?''

As he's done countless of times before, he steps inside of Yoongi's office, striding over to stand in front of the familiar desk. He kept his hands in the pockets of his dresspants, swallowing tightly as to where his adam's apple bobs heavily. He knows it couldn't be good.

''Sit down, get comfortable.. Why would you act as if I'm a stranger to you, hm?''

Taehyung hesitantly sits down in front of Yoongi, whom is sitting frozen in Place with his hands clasped together on the table before speaking once more,

''Mr. Kim Taehyung. You're my right hand, aren't you?''

Taehyung nods.

''But first and foremost, you're also my friend, correct?''

''Correct..''

''So you're loyal to me, no? You'd do anything to prove your loyalty?''

Taehyung didn't like where this was going, but he nodded with a confused expression.

Yoongi suddenly lunges forward, a tight fist grabbing onto Taehyung's collar to pull him forward over the desk until their faces are merely inches apart.

''Then you will understand why I am doing what I am about to do.'' Yoongi growls out.

Taehyung reaches up to claw at Yoongis tight hold, gasping for air,

''W-what the fuck Yoongi... Let go!''

Yoongi holds him in an iron claw grip as his other hand reaches to grab onto Taehyung's wrist, then lets his collar go. Taehyung gasps for air, not registering when Yoongi pushes Tae's palm flat down on the desk Surface and holds in in Place as he reaches for something in his desk drawer.

''Boss, what is this about, w-what are you– FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!''

Taehyung whines out in pain when Yoongi had pulled out a small, golden plated knife and didn't hesitate for even a second before letting it chomp down at the tip of Taehyung's ring finger. It was just enough to cause immense pain, a bleeding, but not so much that it'd be noticeable in the long run. He had considered taking a whole finger, but since Taehyung was his closest friend, he felt generous.

Yoongi let go and sat back down in his chair, calmly watching Taehyung hiss and curse as he hid his finger to keep pressure in the fabric of his shirt. He looked up at his boss with anger, and fear, and Disappointment.

''What the fuck was that for, YOONGI?!''

Yoongi clacked his tongue as he cleaned off the blood from his knife with a napkin,

''For overstepping boundaries.''

''I OVERSTEPPED BOUNDARIES?!'' Tae yelled while staring at the knife.

Yoongi stared up at Taehyung, ''You're being too friendly with what's mine. You know I don't like that.''

Taehyung scoffs, ''YOURS?''

''Taehyung...''

''Seriously, I'm worried about you Yoongi, and I stay by you through it all. But what if you end up repeating the same shit you did four years ago? I already see the way you look at y/n.''

Yoongi's eye twitched at the reminder, stopping his movements of cleaning the knife, ''Watch your mouth. That's none of your business.''

''Isn't it though? I'm your right hand, I'm supposed to give you my advice if needed.''

''You're supposed to keep your mouth shut if you want to keep your job... And your fingers.''

Taehyung admits defeat, and sighs, ''Anything else?''

Yoongi shakes his head, ''As long as you understand.''

Taehyung gets up and walks towards the door, looking back at his friend...boss, one last time with a concerned expression,

''Just... She's too pure... Don't repeat the same mistakes.''

Yoongi's jaw clenches,

''I'm different now. Dismissed.''

Yoongi had kept his fair distance the following week, letting you simply do your job. Everytime he saw you interact with any of the other employees, he was seething. He kept his eyes on you as often as he was able to, just watching you work. The way you'd tuck your hair behind your ears, to the way your nose scrunched when you were focused.

His chest fluttered, his soul burned.

His flesh craved yours.

You were the sweetest, purest person he's ever encountered, and he knew this was the fact from the very moment he saw your face on that photo. He could tell, he knows people, their faces. You were so innocent, filled with hopes and positivity.

Everything he wasn't.

The desire to corrupt your purity was more intense than ever, and he'd decided; tonight he was gonna indulge in what he's been craving. And he always gets what he wants.

Suddenly life didn't feel so dull anymore. Honestly, ever since you joined, every day has been anything but dull to Yoongi. He almost loved the torture he put himself through by not just ravaging you on day one. Watching you, pining for you. It was new, this Alien feeling of wanting something so badly.

But patience was at an all time low, it was time. He needed you.

You answered your office phone,

''Mr. Min's office.''

A dark, familiar chuckle echoed on the line,

''Hello there, angel.''

A nickname your boss had given you the past few days... Angel. You were still not used to it, a blush on your cheeks at the petname.

''H-hello sir. What can I do for you?''

You were kind of confused why he decided to call your phone, he was literally in the room behind yours.

''There's so much you could do for me, angel. But let's start with you coming into my office, I need you.''

You furrowed your brows, ''You need me? I'm already working on the documents you just gave me–''

''No, no. This is much more important.''

''Oh?''

''I'm waiting.''

Click.

Yoongi stood up as soon as he heard your footsteps approaching, striding over to you as soon as the door opened, pulling you in to push your back against the door to force it closed behind you. He towered over you like a predator, instantly making you shrink down into a prey.

''S-sir, what are you doing...''

Yoongi's pupils were blown wide, breaths shallow but Heavy as he stares at you,

''I need you....Fuck, angel, only you can help me.''

You shrink down further, almost slowly sliding down the wall. Yoongi lets you, and as you sit down in a squat he's dropped down to his knees with you, his palms pressed against the door as he leans closer to your face,

''Do you think you could help me?''

You look down at the floor, heavily blushing,

''I-I'm not sure what you mean...''

He grabs your chin to direct your attention to his face, the expression on your face of fear mixed with confusion makes his cock twitch.

''Do you need me to spell it out for you? I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on your pretty face. I can't contain myself any longer, I can't... stay away from you.''

Your mouth falls open in realization, your cheeks reddening even further. He stares at your plump lips before leaning in to Place a soft, experimental kiss. He groans at the taste,

''You're so sweet. Too sweet. Too pure, aren't you?''

You exhale sharply, and he withdraws to look at your obvious expression.

''Are you... untouched, my angel?''

You hide your face in your hands, heart racing so fast it feels like it's gonna burst out of your chest. But you nod.

Yoongi feels a wave of this incredible urge once more, his cock hardening even further at the thought of ruining you completely.

''I'd be your first...''

He stands up, pulling you up with him as he leads you to his desk and lifts you up on it, spreading your legs for him as he steps inbetween to pull you in for Another kiss. He whispers into your lips between chaste kisses,

''I'd be your first... And your last... Your only one... You wanna be mine, angel? Hm?''

You feel the heat rushing through your body, the familiar burning sensation rushing down to your core growing more intense with every kiss.

''Tell me, angel.''

You nod, whispering a breahy 'yes'.

He groans into the kiss as his hands pull your skirt up over your ass pushing himself closer to grind his clothed erection against your clothed core. He nips at your lips when he hears your small whines, and pulls back with a frustrated noise rumbling from his throat,

''As much as I love teasing, I have basically been teasing myself for days waiting for this very moment.''

He drops down to his knees in front of you, spreading your legs further as you lay back on the desk. He swiftly pulls your panties down to expose your tight little slit for him, and he licks his lips in anticipation, no longer able to wait.

''Mine.'' He whispers, moreso to himself before giving your clit a kiss. You Breathe out quietly, and he dives in once more to let his tongue taste you.

''Mine.'' He repeats with a soft moan as he alternates between licks and kisses, finally drawing out more noises from you. It still wasn't enough, though. He wanted you to be a screaming mess for him, begging for more.

''Delicious and soppy, all for me.''

''yes, yes..'' You whimper out, not able to focus as you put your arm over your eyes to hide in shyness. Yoongi easily slides one finger into your cunt while still licking at your clit, moaning once more when he feels your pussy already tightening around his finger.

''You're gonna cum already, angel? Have you ever been fingered before?''

You shake your head, ''Not by...somebody else..''

''Oh, my dear...'' Yoongi chuckles before sliding a second finger in, curling them slightly to provide a pressure towards your sensitive spot as he finds it. You buck your hips against his fingers as your moans grow louder, and your cunt gets soppier and dripping down to his knuckles until there's a wet puddle growing on the table.

''My good girl loves this... Look how fucking dripping wet you are.'' He growls out, speeding up his fingers whilst licking your clit faster. You whine out when you finally cum, back arching and pussy pulsating as it contracts in a vice grip around his fingers. He keeps fucking you with his fingers, digging deeper to draw out the most beautiful sound of your painful whines of overstimulation.

''T-too much....'' You cry out, but he continues.

''But you feel so fucking good, it sounds so sexy when you whine for me..''

''A-ah s-sensitive, Sir, sir.....!''

Yoongis lips curl up in a wicked smile, finally pulling his fingers out of you, smearing the wetness on his fingers over your clit as he slowly rubs your sensitive nub in circles, drawing more twitches from your body. He fucking loved it.

''Oh, you're so precious.''

He stands up again, admiring the view of your totally messy wetness.

''Now...'' He pauses while he unbuckles his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down to his hips to pull his painfully hard erection out, ''I'm going to claim what's mine.''

You spread your legs further when he positions himself between your legs, lips agape and breathing heavily while looking up at him, ''Please...''

His lip twitches as if he wants to smile at your current state, so fucking beautiful. And all for him.

''You want my cock that badly?''

You nod, ''Yes, please...''

''Your first, last, and only...'' He hisses out when he lines himself up with your entrance, finally pushing himself in without letting you adjust properly. You cry out, a mix between pain and pleasure in your voice, the perfect sound in Yoongi's ears as he moans softly with you.

''Your cunt feels so fucking good already... And it's all mine to use.''

He places his hands on your waist to pull you down a Little until your ass hangs off of the desk, giving him the perfect angle to thrust himself into you roughly, drawing more moans from your throat.

''I'm gonna use your little pussy every single day from now on, this is the only thing I want you to do for me from now on. Nothing else. I'll get a new secretary. All you gotta do is be mine.''

You nod, chanting out 'yes' with every snap of his hips becoming faster and rougher. His eyes are blown wide with desire and admiration at the way your body sinfully bounces beneath his ministrations.

''I love you. I love you, I fucking love fucking you.....'' Yoongi growls out, making a point out of every word with a thrust, the wet soppy noises of his skin slapping against yours like music to his ears.

His cock hardened further inside of you, reaching spots neither your or his fingers ever could. You cry out , arching your back for him when you feel your second orgasm building inside of you like an incoming wave.

Yoongi slows down when he feels your pussy tightening, lifting you up to carry you. He sits down in his large, throne-like chair with you on top of him, you leaning over to Place your palms on his shoulders to keep yourself in Place. He roughly grabs your ass to Bounce you up and down on his cock, the raw strength in his hips and arms making it more than easy for you to ride him.

He nips and kisses at your breasts, leaving small love marks here and there and admiring the way your skin bruises from his lips. He grows greedier, fucking up into you with less rhythm as he feels his own high reaching him,

''I'm gonna fill your little pure pussy up with my cum, angel. Your first. Your only. You're mine, baby, you're mine. Tell me.''

He growls as he bites your neck, this time definitely rougher than before as he listens to the beautiful noises of your pain, pleasure and incoherent attempts of telling him that you're his. Your cunt squeezes him tightly when you cry out as you cum for the second time.

Good enough, this is exactly the state he wanted you in.

''Mine.'' He snarls out before holding your ass in a bruising grasp, pushing you down on his cock whilst bucking his hips up into you, stilling when he cums in hot, pulsating ropes to fill your pussy up at last.

He hisses out curses and praises, staying like this for a moment as he litters kisses all over your neck and chest.

You're like a ragdoll on top of him, breathing heavily and whimpering when he rubs circles on your bruised ass.

Yoongi nudges your head to make you look up at him, your cheek pressed against his chest as your doe eyes stare back up at him.

You smile, your usual small, precious, innocent smile, and he can't help but give you a gummy smile back.

His hands move up your back to play with your hair, leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead and inhale your scent before whispering,

''You belong to me now.''

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