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thatbangtanbloom · 6 years

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house of cards | kth v. jjk [8]

House of Cards

Subtitle: V for Valiant

Characters: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook (Mentions of Jimin x Reader in the past)

Categories: Fluff, Angst, Suspense

AU(s):College!AU, Stalker!AU, Best Friends!AU

Word Count: 2,959

Sypnosis: Some people see life in black and white, and others see it in brown and blue, but Kim Taehyung only sees it in red and you.

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The impending thought of why is what swallows Jungkook whole as he sits, handcuffed, to the table of the interrogation room. He can barely begin to breathe, let alone speak with how suffocating the appearance of it all was. How was he? What logic was misconstrued for him to be here - instead of Taehyung?

The questions Jungkook asked himself were futile because all of them raced back to you. He could not once contemplate or pinpoint how he could even protect you when he was sitting in the county jail for a crime he did not commit. And oh fuck, what about his family? His friends? His fucking scholarship?

The thought alone makes Jungkook dry heave.

As though to ease his pain, Jungkook lays his head against the cold metal surface of the table. The fringe of his hair covers his eyebrows and how expressive they are – how angry he is at what is being done to him. How was he to be interrogated when he was innocent? Could they not see how you pushed Taehyung away with hesitation? How you cried for him? How you begged to not take him away? Jungkook felt himself nearly dry heave a second time.

"Ah, Jeon Jungkook," He hears the voice before he can piece it to a face, not that Jungkook wants to. The only thing he can think of his family – the surprise they will get when they hear of their athletic son arrested for stalking, a conspiracy of murder, and battery? It was fucking insane. "Born in 1997, in the month of September on the First?" He asks.

Jungkook nods in utter silence.

"From Busan, correct?" The officer persists, walking around the table. He scrutinizes Jungkook's every action as though he were an animal in a petting zoo and not an actual human being. Jungkook nods, utterly defeated and dejected. "And I take that you attend National Seoul University?" For the third time, Jungkook nods. "Speak, Jeon."

Jungkook looks up to meet the eyes of the officer and nods curtly. "Yes, officer Kim." He brings his head back down.

"Look at me when I speak to you." He hisses before rolling up the sleeves of his white button up and taking a deep breath. "Do you have any idea of the trouble you have gotten yourself into? Stalking? Conspiracy of murder? Aggravated battery?" He clicks his tongue. "The best university in the nation's golden boy getting it stuck to him? The prosecution will have a field day."

Jungkook remains silent, knowing that if he were to speak, he would no doubt say the most derogatory things known to man.

The officer frowns at the lack of compliance from Jungkook and clicks his tongue. "So... why'd you do it?"

"I did not do it. Y/N is my best friend. I would never hurt her." Jungkook says in a small voice. As much as he longed to worry about his scholarship and what this would mean, he could not help but worry about you. Would he make a drastic move on you now that Jungkook was gone? Would he try to hurt you? Jungkook didn't want to know the answer.

The officer sighs loudly before plopping down into the chair and clicks his tongue in response before leaning forward. "There is no point in you lying. This is a serious offense that I refuse to take lightly, Mr. Jeon Jungkook," He pauses to lick his lips. "These accusations are crucial to your current state of freedom and I am inclined to think that they are true."

"What are you talking about? I would not stalk my best friend! She's my best friend. I don't need to stalk her. Yes, there are times when I want to be with her, but she's also very annoying too. Do you think I long to see her even when I don't to the point where I would feel the need to STALK her?" Jungkook yells, finding his patience waning thin with the police officer. As he speaks, the officer hastily nods to the people behind the glass. "The person who you should be arresting is Kim Taehyung – Kim motherfucking Taehyung. He's a deranged lunatic!" He says while pointing to himself.

The officer blinks at Jungkook's words and glances behind the young male to the glass knowingly and pulls a chair to sit down. "Kim Taehyung...?" The name sounded oddly familiar. The officer motions to the men behind the glass.

One of the men behind the glass was Kim Seokjin – one of the leading investigators within the interrogative unit – with his accompanied partner, Jung Hoseok, who typically specialized in cases such as these. The two share a glance at one another at the name.

"Kim Taehyung?" Seokjin asks his partner, Hoseok, who eagerly types away from the letters feverishly as he thinks. He furiously types, awaiting from more from Jungkook.

"Yes! Kim fucking Taehyung." Jungkook yells, finding it hard to breathe suddenly. He feels as though the walls will close in on him and takes in deeper inhales and exhales. "He was a senior to Y/N and I and was best friends with one of my soccer seniors, Park Jimin." He glances at the floor.

"Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin?" The officer repeats, like a broken record, and Jungkook swears that he will lose his mind.

"Yes! Kim Taehyung! He went to the same school as me and I think he goes to the same school as Y/N and me." He takes in another deep breath. His hands shake ever so slightly at the idea of losing it all because of someone of the likes of Kim Taehyung. "I-I'll tell you everything."

This makes Officer Kim lean forward, eager to hear a confession from the boy.

"Do tell," Officer Kim says as he fixes the glasses on his face and one of his dimples protrude at the pursing of his lips.

Jungkook nods, closing his eyes, "Ever since high school began, I always felt like I was being watched." He begins as he glances down at his handcuffs and frowns. "Y/N-ah always reassured me that I was being paranoid, but I knew I was." He stares down at his hands. "One day, I was leaving home from practice and there was Kim Taehyung staring at me from across the street. He never once said anything that day, but he looked at me as though he loathed every fiber of my being- "

As Jungkook was speaking, Hoseok's brows furrow in confusion at what he sees. He glances at Seokjin. "I need you to come look at this, hyung," He comments as he nods Seokjin over.

"Wouldn't he loathe you for stalking his girlfriend and best friend? I can not help but think that you are trying to take his place and cement yourself into his own." Officer Kim Namjoon says dejectedly as he leans closer to open up a file. "I have a list of reports regarding L/N Y/N and your name always accompanies hers."

Jungkook's brows furrow. "Well, of course, they would. She is my solace as I am hers. She never once wanted to entertain the idea that she had the stalker, but I told her time and time again that she did. That man, that Kim Taehyung," Just saying his name makes Jungkook spit venom. "-he is not fit to be walking free. He is the one who tried to hurt her last summer. He is the reason why she doesn't remember the accident."

"Accident?" Officer Namjoon asks, brows furrowing. "Why would you remember the accident that she did not? Were you present at the time? And I have no records... of this accident,"

Jungkook can tell by the accusatory voice that he has yet to believe him.

"No fucking way.." Seokjin mumbles to Hoseok as the two meager over Kim Taehyung's file. They share a glance before glancing at Jungkook sitting in the seat and immediately nod to Namjoon to leave the room immediately.

"Sir... I can assure you that I would never stalk her. Please, you can ask her yourself. Kim Taehyung is who is to blame. He's delusional – deranged." Jungkook rambles as he glances at Namjoon who looks disinterested in the conversation. "T-the way he looks at her, it's not normal." He stutters over his words as he keeps his eyes locked on Officer Namjoon's.

Namjoon closes the file and closes his eyes tightly. "I'll look into what you have to say," He says with a reassuring smile to Jungkook, though it is utterly fake. Anyone with eyes could see that Jeon Jungkook was not all there – he must have been very fragile considering his background. To even fabricate a story in that way? Despicable.

Namjoon glares at Jeon Jungkook one last time before he shuts the door close to glance at Seokjin and Hoseok with a confused look in his eyes. "What is it?" He comments.

"Kim Taehyung's the Chief's son," Hoseok says as he points from the grainy picture of Taehyung's father to that of the smiling student. "When first looking at his records, he appears fine. But then I could not help but notice the mention of Park Jimin."

"Park Jimin? Why have I heard that name before?" Seokjin asks aloud as he turns to Namjoon.

Namjoon pauses to think. He does his best to try to muse why the name does sound familiar. Yet, his thoughts are cast aside at the sound of Jungkook dry heaving onto the floor of the interrogation room. Seokjin immediately dials for the medics to come collect the younger in an instant and his heart softens at the sight and he frowns deeply. Poor sick bastard. "Park Jimin..?"

"That's the name of the boy we never found! His name was on the missing persons' list a couple of months ago after he was found not guilty in-" Hoseok howls as he stands up. "Remember the student-athlete who was brought into questioning on counts of stalking, a conspiracy of murder, and-" He begins before the three stare at each other.

"Holy fucking shit -" Namjoon says as he runs his fingers through his hair. "And was Kim Taehyung not the star witness? For that girl – what was her name?"

"Lee Hyejin?" Hoseok asks as he stares at the computer.

"That's the one," Namjoon says as he leans huddled over his shoulder. "We should call the operators, just to hear the 911 phone call." He suggests reassuringly.

Seokjin pauses, glances at the other two. "Guys... He's the chief's son. The chief could have our asses if we tried to make a case out of speculation like this."

"Isn't that how we brought in that kid?" Namjoon replies to Seokjin hotly and sighs. "I don't think that kid did it... and those parallels match up too perfectly. Both are athletes, both went to National Seoul University, and it features Kim Taehyung as a key witness." He muses at the others. "But it doesn't make sense... why?"

Before Namjoon can earn himself an answer, Jungkook doubles over, heaving onto the floor the contents of his dinner from the night before. The young male gags onto the floor, tears streaming down his face as the pressure mounts on him. Was he really going to be sentenced for something he didn't do? What would happen to his family? His scholarship? You?

The three young officers turn, deep frowns settling in their contours before scrambling to assist Jungkook. Perhaps he could be a witness, given of course he would be able to testify in a meaningful matter.

"Jeon Jungkook, are you well?" Seokjin asks as he glances at the crumpled boy on the floor. The usual confident and somewhat reserved student-athlete looks dejected and utterly torn down – much like a puppy who had just been kicked.

Tears lace Jungkook's cheeks as he continues to stare down at the tiled floor. He allows the specks to blur together as he pants. "P-please believe me... Please protect her," he whimpers faintly before he dry heaves once more.

"We should call someone for him," Hoseok suggests in a faint tone as he glances at a shivering Jungkook.

Seokjin nods as if to say 'I'll be on that' before taking his leave to go retrieve a trained medic. He slips out of the room, only to be met with the chief of the police department – the man who approved his checks, secured a roof over his head, and put in a good recommendation for a promotion – and most of all, he was Kim Taehyung's father. "S-sir," He bows ninety degrees out of pure respect.

Chief Kim stares down at Seokjin and glances in the direction he came from. He had known all too well that Jeon Jungkook, the prized athlete, and gem of National Seoul University's recruitment program, was only feet away from him. "Don't call a medic." He tells him.

Seokjin sputters, "But sir – the stress is obviously getting to him-" He says, unsure and confused as to why the chief was responding to the situation this way. Yes, Jungkook may have been a suspect, but he was still innocent until proven guilty in the court of law.

"You should not disregard the orders of your superior," Chief Kim hisses to Seokjin. "Take him back to his holding cell. I will further question him tomorrow." He makes a point to glare at Seokjin and he look in his eyes nearly makes Seokjin shiver himself. "Be sure to heed to my orders if you would like to continue working here." And with that, he leaves as quickly as he left, leaving Seokjin in a dazed state and a feeling in his stomach that something was terribly wrong.

Taehyung can barely breathe as he paces back and forwards in the small apartment that he lived in off campus. He tugs at his brown hair incessantly – your words penetrating his every thought despite it being hours since he had last seen you. Why did you have to look at him like that? Like he was scum or dirt on your shoe? Was he not worthy after all that he done for you? Could you not see how terrible Jeon Jungkook would be to you? Were you that blind?

It does not help him as another part of him trembles at the thought of you remembering him. He of course, never wanted to you to find out in the way that you did, but he felt that more than anything, it as better than you not knowing before. Though, it would mean that you would be more cautious about him. You would undoubtedly run away from him... to Jeon Jungkook... the thought alone drove Taehyung up a wall. He could not have that.

Taehyung knows what he must do next.

It does not take him long to pile into his old pick up truck that his father had passed down to him years ago and take the drive down memory lane to that of his old stomping grounds – it had been the hospital thatHyejin and him volunteered at when university proved to be daunting; and lately that had been all the time.

He trudges up the stairs, praying that Hyejin is not there for him to face. He can not handle the look of her or any other woman for that matter. All he wishes is to see you, but he knows that you will deny him. There is no thought that crosses his mind that you will. You were a headstrong girl after all – he'd have to recruit forces.

So this is where Taehyung finds himself now, hovering over a smaller figure. The figure is bent, crouching down and hugging himself with matted hair. The very sight of the being in front of him makes Taehyung's skin crawl and he rubs his arm out of bad habit. "YAH!" He yells before poking him with his foot. "Wake up,"

The smaller male stirs, laying on the ground while clutching his stomach.

"I said, wake up." Taehyung hisses before kneeling down to grab him by the chin. "Come on Jimin-ah, would you rather sleep forever?"

Jimin stares up at Taehyung with furrowed brows. "H-hansung?" The black-haired boy asks with a shaky tone as he stares up at Taehyung. He knew things were often going good when he saw him.... or that it was the beginning of the end. Everything blurred for Jimin these days – Hansung especially.

Taehyung's bottom lip trembles at the innocence of Jimin and forces himself to smile. "It-it's me," He repeats his stutter and kneels down in front of Jimin. "I-I have a favor to ask of you. Can you do that for me?"

Jimin blinks at Hansung in confusion. Favors were never good coming from him. Jimin's judgment may have been clouded, but the way that Taehyung looked at him was inhumane. "Why?"

"It's about Y/N-ah," The sound of your name immediately softens Jimin's features and he leans forward in response. It had been months since he last spoke to you, but Taehyung often updated him whenever he saw fit. "She's in danger."

"Danger?" Jimin asks in confusion. The cotton of his patterned matching hospital suit scratches at his skin and he forces himself to not scratch it incessantly. "What's wrong?"

Taehyung swallows, glancing at Jimin. "Jimin-ah... our Jungkook-ah isn't well... I can't protect her anymore," He says as he glances at Jimin through his eyelashes. "I need to you help me protect her from him... I know how you always cared about her..." His voice trails off.

Without hesitation, Jimin nods obediently to Taehyung. "I'll help."

And behind the sympathetic smile that Taehyung sends him, a sinister smirk settles on Taehyung's lips. If he couldn't have you, no one can.

and the story continues....

sorry for the long wait! I had writer’s block for a long time and I was not sure on how to return to this story, but I finally learned how I could. Please don’t be a silent reader and have a nice day :)

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imagination-of-a-melted-bitch · 6 years

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How To Get A Girl Off 101 {Taekook || Kim Taehyung + Jeon Jungkook} ~Naughty November~

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Prompt: Y/N decides to teach her boyfriend’s inexperienced friend the ropes of getting a girl off~

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x Taehyung

Word Count: 4.5k

Warning: dp, oral, anal play

**I was going to make Taehyung the inexperienced one but the thought of inexperience Jungkook is too much for me too handle and I need it in my life, if you do want me to make a vice versa smut with an inexperience Taehyung...make sure to let me know!**

"Look at him," Taehyung sighed, taking a sip of his drink, his eyes focused on the flustered Jungkook. Taehyung had brought his younger friend to his frat house's party in hopes to get him laid but as he watched Jungkook attempt and fail at talking to a girl he had even talked to before sending Jungkook her way he sighed, looking over at his giggling girlfriend.

"Leave the poor boy alone, it'll come to him when it comes to him," You pluck Taehyung's cup from his hands, sitting on his lap. You lean against the arm of the chair he had sat in, taking a sip from the cup. "Fuck that's strong." He chuckles taking the cup back from you, finishing the dark brown liquid. Both of you turn back toward Jungkook just to find the girl storming away, Jungkook looking sad as he did nothing but watch her storm away. "I wonder what he did." Taehyung sighed,

"I need another drink," He patted your thigh and so you stood up, Jungkook finally spotting the two of you. Jungkook went to go explain himself to Taehyung but Taehyung held his hand up, "I saw," He walked toward the table of drinks, grabbing two and handing them to you and Jungkook and then taking one for himself. "Jungkook...dude, what did you say to her?"

"I just asked her if she wanted to go back to my place..." Jungkook started, his cheeks burning red under your stare. "I led her on like you told me to," He turns, feeling his body heat up being so close to you.

"Out of every girl, I thought you'd be the most comfortable around me," You pout, slugging an arm around his shoulders, "I mean we have known each other for years,"

"Okay, so I led her on like you told me too..." Jungkook repeats, your arm feeling like a thousand pounds on his shoulders. "And she was into it, she even asked me to do what and then so I panicked and said to go play overwatch!" Jungkook cried out the last part, hanging his head in his hands. Taehyung hit the younger boy in the back of the head and you narrowed your eyes at him, mouthing for him to leave him alone.

"It's okay Kookie, it could happen to anyone. When Taehyung tried to pick me up he failed so badly, it was honestly hilarious." Jungkook can't help but laugh, lifting his head looking at the fuming Taehyung.

"You're not supposed to tell anyone that." Jungkook laughs even harder,

"Okay, so let's try again, see that girl over there?" You point to your right, there stood a good friend of yours, she was single and looking to mingle. "Her name is Bekah, she's single and looking for someone, go give it a try." You give Jungkook an assuring smile before pushing him off in the direction of your friend.

"You just sent that boy to his doom." You roll your eyes and hit Taehyung on the back of his head as he had done with Jungkook the both of you turning to watch just how smooth the younger boy was.

Jungkook shyly approached her, wearing his infamous bunny grin. "H-hi I'm Jungkook." He stuck his hand out for her to shake and she did, returning his hopeful smile. Jungkook took this as a good sign but little did he know.

"I'm Bekah nice to meet you," Jungkook grabbed two cups from the nearest table of drinks handing her one,

"Hears to hellos," She smiled and clinked the plastic cup with his,

"See it looks to be going well," You scoffed at Taehyung's lack of trust in his friend.

"So how are you?" Jungkook asked, feeling a little more confident now that she had engaged in conversation with him.

"I'm good, a little tired but I'm good," She looked at his lips, then into his wide, doe eyes, smirking at the innocent that filled the brown orbs. "I was actually just thinking about calling an Uber home," She moved in closer to him and Taehyung shot up, his eyes widening,

"Wait! By looking for someone did you mean someone to take home?" You nod, confused by his sudden explosion. "Oh my god, Jungkook is the biggest virgin if I ever saw one, if that conversation takes a turn like that he's not going to know how to handle it." Taehyung couldn't let his friend suffer any further embarrassment and so he left your side to hurry to Jungkook's rescue. Taehyung wrapped his hand around Jungkook's bicep, apologized to your friend making up some sorry excuse for an excuse before dragging the younger boy back to the corner you were sitting in.

"Well, what'd you do that for? Everything was going so well!" Jungkook protested, his cup still in his right hand. "I like she really likes me,"

"Jungkook if a girl asked you to talk dirty to her what would you say?" You tried Taehyung's statement on for size just to see if he was really the biggest virgin there ever was.

"I don't know...what do you say in situations like that? I mean I've watched a few...erm, that doesn't matter!" He slams his cup down, crossing his arms, pouting like a child.

"He gets flustered at the mention of porn!" Taehyung threw his arms over his head, "I don't know what to do with him, I just don't know what to do with him." You looked at Jungkook's flustered form, before grabbing Taehyung's collar, pulling his ear to your lips.

"Bring him by my dorm tomorrow around 1, Jesse is going to be gone until four so we'll have the dorm to ourselves..." You stopped, hoping he'd get what you were hinting at.

"What is bringing-" He starts out loud before his eyes widen in realization. "You're not seriously considering what I think you're considering are you?" You nod,

"I'm the best girl to practice on, plus you'll be there to guide him." You turn Taehyung's head so the both of you are facing Jungkook, his feature contorted in confusion. "Look at him, he needs us,"

"What do I need you to do exactly?"

"Look, just come by my dorm at one tomorrow and you'll see." You turn Taehyung's head so you're facing each other. "I've got to go or Rach is going to kill me for missing headcount. I love you," You give him a quick peck and try to get away but he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him. His tongue laps at your lips and you part them, moaning into his mouth as his hands drop to grope your ass.

"You guys are seriously going to do this? Like right here? Like right in front of you." You pull away, your breathing growing a little heavy. You silently scold Taehyung, swatting at his chest.

"I love you," You repeat, stealing another kiss, "I'll see you two tomorrow, be ready." You point to the both of them before walking away.

"Why does she want us at her dorm tomorrow hyung?" Jungkook asks, his eyes following you out of the frat house.

"She wants me to teach you how to get a girl off, or something along those lines," Taehyung says nothing else, turning on his heel, ready to settle down as well. Jungkook just stands in the same spot, frozen.

"Hyung? Hyung you're not serious are you?" Jungkook turns to badge Taehyung with more questions but he was already gone. "Oh my god, I'm going to die."

Jungkook sighed, fingers shaking as they skimmed through his wardrobe. He didn't understand was he was having such a hard time, most of his shirts were white, with the occasional speck of color here and there. "Would you hurry the hell up?" Taehyugn sighed, replying back to your message as he sat at the foot of Jungkook's bed, waiting for the boy to pick a damn outfit, which he had been doing for the last ten minutes Taehyung had been there. "You're going to have sex with my girlfriend, you're going to take your clothes off. You do not need to impress her in any way, shape or form, she's still mine!" Jungkook rolled his eyes at Taehyung's repeated words, finally grabbing a black t-shirt to match the gray sweats he had pulled on before Taehyung knocked on his door. "Don't even try and pretend you own anything but Timberlands, throw on a pair of damn shoes so we can go!" Jungkook giggled at Taehyung's sudden outburst, tugging on some socks and then tugging on some Timbs.

"Okay, I'm ready."

"It's about time! It's almost one and my baby doesn't like to wait around."

Taehyung opens your dorm door with the spare key you had given him in case of emergencies. "Y/N?" He called out, throwing his jacket on the couch. The best thing about the college you all attended was that the dorms were more like apartments, so very big and spacious. You don't respond, scrambling for some finishing touches to your 'not trying but totally trying' look before poking your head out of your room.

"In here." You fling the door open, allowing Jungkook and Taehyung to file in. Your room had black curtains so despite it being a bright and sunny shining day it looked like the sun was just setting. You had a gray beanbag chair in the corner, a laptop desk on the opposite side of the room and your bed placed in the middle, your duvet and sheet set matching your curtains. "Hello," You waved to the boys, "So, Jungkook you do understand why you are here, correct?" He nods, eyes avoiding yours. "Goodie. Taehyung, for now, I just want you to sit in my desk chair and watch, feel free to critique anything he's doing but not based on what you know I like." Taehyung plops down in the chair, crossing his arms as he watches Jungkook grow flustered before you once again. "It's okay Jungkook, for the both of us to enjoy this I need you to relax, can you relax?" You moved behind him, your hands coming up to massage his tensed shoulders.

"To be fair babe that outfit may be the reason he's so tense," You had thrown on a pair of your candied valet shorts, the black ones with a white bralette on.

"Is that it Jungkook?" You whisper, moving your hands down his sides, pressing your chest against his back. "Is my outfit the reason you're so flustered?"

"Yes!" Jungkook squeaks, hanging his head at the crack in his voice.

"I'm going to have so much fun with you." You reach up, fingers tangling in his hair, you give it a sharp tug exposing his neck. He lets out a soft whimper and you press your thighs together, letting his hair go. "Lay on the bed for me, back against the headboard." Jungkook immediately sprung into action, sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, waiting for your next move. You slowly dipped onto the mattress, eyes dark and serious as they trained on Jungkook's wide eyes. You slowly crawled up the bed until you were straddling Jungkook's lap and sat straight on his cock. His eyes fluttered shut and he bucked his hips into yours, his bulge poking your core. "Awe! He's already hard as a rock Tae," Your hands cup Jungkook's cheeks, eyes focusing on his lips, "Do you trust me Jungkook?"

"Yes," Without another word you slam your lips against his. You figure he's not going to make the first move so you swipe your tongue over his bottom lip. He eagerly parts his lips, allowing your tongue to barge into his mouth. He's just as eager to find your tongue with his, his quiet moans spilling into your mouth. He doesn't know what to do with his hands and Taehyung can tell as he moves them to grab your waist but drops them within an inch of the skin.

"Some girls like it when you get a little rough Jungkook, they like it when you take charge," Taehyung sat back into the chair, taking heed to your words, relaxing so he could enjoy the experiment as well. Taehyung made sure to make it seem as if he wasn't talking about you in his previous statement, but you knew better. Jungkook took his hyung's advice and roughly gripped your hips, nails digging into the shorts. Jungkook pulled away from the kiss, letting his head fell back against the headboard. "Okay," Taehyung chuckles once he notices Jungkook isn't moving, the younger male waiting for instruction from either of you.

"You know about foreplay right Kook?" He nods, his grip still tight on your hips. "Good," You husk, rolling your hips down into his. "That's a form of foreplay," You roll your hips down into his again, "You know what it's for right?" He nods once more, "I want you to use your words Kookie, tell me what foreplay is for."

"Foreplay is preparations for the actual fucking...right?"

"Good boy!" Jungkook didn't know why but you calling him a good boy sent blood straight to his cock and he felt his cock grow impossibly harder. "Oh, looks like you like that name. Kookie?" He hums in response his eyes fluttering shut as he loses himself in the pleasure of your hips rolling against his. "Are you going to be my good boy tonight, listen to everything I tell you and get me off?" He nods, eyes snapping open,

"Everything, such a good boy for you..." You stop your hips and climb off of him, "Wait? What? Why?" He looks over at you as you get comfortable against the pillows. You look at Taehyung, both of the men confused by your actions.

"I'm sure you know there are many forms of foreplay, I want you to get me prepped for the actual fucking," You tease him with a playful smirk, "By eating me out," You spread your legs and both of their eyes widen,

"I've never done that before," He admits, hanging his head,

"It's okay Kookie that's what me and Taehyung are here for, we're going to guide you through your first time and if anything feels uncomfortable the safe word is Hawaii, okay?" He nods, sparing a quick glance to Taehyung who had moved closer to the bed, now sitting to your side, still in the desk chair. Jungkook moves in-between your legs, laying on his belly his feet dangling off the edge of the bed. "Okay, I want you to just do what first right, 'kay?" He nods and takes a deep breath. He hooks his index fingers in the hem of your shorts and asks you to hold your legs straight in the air. He takes them off without having to move much before he's moving a foot to each side of his body again. Your core is glistening with want and he doesn't even know where to start honestly. He remembers a porn he watched the other night, one of the best eating out scenes he had ever seen and so he starts out how they had started out, his mouth attaching to your clit. His eyes are filled with lust and worry when he looks up at you. He slowly begins to suck and you gasp, hips rolling into his mouth. He's not too naive to think he's hurt you when you gasp and he takes your noise of pleasure as a confident booster. He allows himself to suck a little harsher, his hands coming up to grip your thighs, holding them apart as they shook, threatening to close around his head. Taehyung was proud of his younger friend, he actually knew a few things, more things than Taehyung gave him credit for.

"Okay, Kook don't be afraid to use a little teeth when you're sucking on a girl's clit." Taehyung leans over, eyes focused on Jungkook's mouth attached to your pussy. Jungkook pulls away from your clit, letting his teeth graze the nub. "Good, good, now although the clit is the main stimulator, you're going to want to focus on other parts of the vagina as well. I want you to stick one finger into her, just one." Jungkook moves his hand from your left thigh and slowly pushes his middle finger into your sopping pussy, his lips curling into that infamous smirk when he realizes how wet you are for him. "Okay, I'm hoping you're aware of girl's g-spots...you do know what a g-spot is right Kook?" He nods, he had overheard some of his more experienced friends talking about it. "Okay, curl your finger, try to find Y/N's, and trust me, you'll know when you find her's." You flip Taehyung off, looking down your nose at Jungkook, thinking of how unflattering you must look from this position. Jungkook's finger poked and prodded and the poor child could not find your damn g-spot until low and behold, your back arched off the bed, thighs snapping around his head. "I told you,:" Taehyung pries your legs open, freeing the flabbergasted boy. "You've scarred him for life," Taehyung shakes his head, playfully chuckling. Jungkook just laid, frozen, utterly shocked one spot could make you react like that. "Well that's only part of the way to make her cum, as I said earlier clit stimulation is the main key, it's how to truly get a girl off all the other stuff is just to make her feel really good." Jungkook reconnects his mouth with your clit, testing the waters by flattening his tongue and swiping it back and forth over your clit.

"Fuck you are very talented with your tongue for a virgin!" Your lips pull into a tight line and wanting to fuel Jungkook's ego you don't resist the urge to eagerly roll your hips into his awaiting mouth.

"You see how eager she is? This means she's close, it also means she sensitive to touches." Taehyung wants to prove his point and pulls up your bralette, softly circling your nipple with his fingers.

"Fuck!" You grab Taehyung's wrist, throwing it away from your body.

"Okay, okay," You move both your hands to grip Jungkook's hair, pushing him closer to your core, your begin to spasm, uncontrollably rolling your hips into his mouth, so fucking close, right there on the edge. "My only question is....do we both get to fuck you at the same time?" Jungkook's eyes widen at that, that would be so hot, he thinks and he can't help himself when he begins to roll his own hips into the mattress-relieving some of the built-up tension. "The thought seems to excite Jungkook, he's began to hump the bed," You look down to notice his hips subtly moving, his cock rubbing against the bed and it's enough to throw you over the edge. "There she goes." Taehyung clamps his hand over your mouth, just for a second forgetting your roommate wasn't home. Once he doesn't realize this he removes his hand, letting Jungkook bask in your noises of thanks for the intense orgasm. "You even made her toes curl." Jungkook removes his one finger and 'cleans his plate' he had seen a few memes about it on social media and looked up the term on Urban Dictionary, finding it amusing really. He let his tongue run up and down your slit, even dips his tongue into your entrance a few times before he pulls away, sitting back on his haunches. By your fucked out and tired form he can tell he's done well but being the perfectionist he is, he needs to hear you say it.

"So, how'd I do?" Taehyung narrows his eyes, you flammed the boy's ego just a little too much.

"Fuck amazing." You reach up and pull him over top of you by the collar of his shirt, reconnecting your lips. You moan at the taste of yourself on his lips and let your other hand grip his right asscheek, using your grip to bring him closer so you could grind you bare, wet cunt along his bulge. "I'm thinking we should take Taehyung up on his offer of two cocks at a time, don't you think?" Jungkook eagerly nods and Taehyung smiles cheekily, reaching into the bottom drawer of your nightstand, pulling out two condoms and a bottle of lube.

"She has this thing about protection, I hope you can fit a large/XL," Taehyung mutters as he tosses the condom to Jungkook who had just sat back on his haunches, his form still between your opened legs. "Since you are the virgin, I will let you pick which hole."

"I want her pussy," Jungkook smiles, he remembered how tight you were around his finger and he was dying to feel how you'd feel wrapped around his thick cock. Jungkook stood up, standing next to Taehyung at the foot of the bed, both of them quickly stripping. You stand up as well, discarding the bralette and to let Jungkook take his position on the bed. He and Taehyung were around the same size, Taehyung having just a couple inches on him but he made it up in girth, you were literally about to be torn apart and your mouth was watering at the thought of it. Jungkook rolled his condom on and watched with an excited look as you straddled his waist.

"Are you sure you want to do this? It's not too late to turn-" Jungkook cut your sentence short by slamming up into you. "You little shit," You gasp at the feeling of his long, thick cock suddenly filling your tight pussy. You lean over his form, already too weak to do anything but. Jungkook's hands find your ass and he spreads your cheeks so his hyung can see your puckered hole and also see how your pussy was swallowing his cock as he slowly pulled you up and down his cock. Taehyung grunts, rolling on his own condom, kneeling on the bed behind you. He lubes up his index and middle fingers, the two of you did anal so much it was honestly ridiculous-you let him take your anal virginity before your pussy. He pushes the two fingers into your accepting hole, jaw slacking at how you swallowing them. He twists and pushes them in and out of your ass, lubing up his third finger, pushing it into your ass as well. Jungkook had stopped fucking you onto him out of courtesy, allowing Taehyung to fully prep you. Taehyung goes for a fourth finger, letting you fuck yourself back onto them, another sign for him that you were ready for his cock.

"Look at you, you can't wait for us to fuck you." Taehyung grabs the base of his cock and pushed into your still tight asshole, a deep groan rumbling from his chest at the feeling. He begins to move, slowly for his own sake of not cumming too soon. Jungkook's hands move from your ass to your hips as he let you and Taehyung take over again. You weren't doing much, just pushing onto the two man, pulling away from Jungkook to push back onto Taehyung and vice versa. Both of them were ready to lose their minds and cum already and they felt like adolescent boys, ready to cum so soon. They held out though just so you could get your orgasm. Taehyung reached in-between your legs, fingers quickly finding your still sensitive clit. He rubbed slow circles on them, not wanting you to cum too soon because then he would too, that was the power that came with rubbing the clit. Jungkook had grown impatient and apparently a pair of balls because he gripped your ass again and begin to roughly fuck you onto both him and Taehyung's cock. Your lips were right next to his ear and he was being fed every delicious moan you gave off from the feeling of being filled with two cocks. Neither of them gave a fuck about a pace or a pattern or a rhythm as they each picked up their own. Taehyung's was still more on the slow side while Jungkook decided to begin fucking up into you not to ruin Taehyung's fun.

"Oh god, oh god yes," Jungkook whimpered and his moans were so soft and delicate compared to Taehyung's deeper one's it pushed you over the edge whether Taehyung wanted you to go or not. You clamped down onto his shoulder, slamming your ass back into the both of them to finalize your orgasm. Although Taehyung wore the condom he hated cumming in them so he pulled out of you, moved from behind you, hurriedly pulled the condom off and came over your face, some of it even getting onto Jungkook's chest.

"Fuck....fuck.....fuck." Taehyugn groaned, stroking his cock to milk himself dry over your face.

"You look so pretty covered in cum," Jungkook giggled, his cheeks heating up as he grew flustered again.

"Your cock is literally still inside of me and you're blushing?" You shake your head, moving from over him. "We have leftovers in the fridge if anyone's hungry. Taehyung rushes off not listening to the rest of what you had to say. "So, Jungkook did my lesson help in any way?" Jungkook stood up from the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist, softly nodding his head. He didn't care that your face was literally painted with cum, he grabbed your chin and connected your lips. He was bold enough to swipe his tongue over your bottom lip and you parted your lips allowing his tongue to barge into your mouth this time, your tongue clashing. He doesn't let the kiss go on for too long, pulling away when he hears Taehyung walking back into the room.

"It did...very much so...but there's only one girl I want now and that's you."

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categories: suspense, (possibly angst), smut!

pairings: ot7 x reader

genre: mafia!bts, mafia!reader

warnings: curse word, guns mentioned, jimin gets a blow job,hoseok vv skeptical of reader!! , dirty talk, mention of crime

[seeing the warm response, here is the first chapter!]

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From the outset of your meeting, something had told them that you were different. Perhaps it was the sway of your hips as you sauntered over to the boldest of them and cleared your throat as though you belonged there. Or it could have been your first meeting with the third oldest that sent them all trembling in their knees.

You had come across Park Jimin first. He was well renown for his negotiation strategies and his excellence in persuasion. It was a rarity that they did not show up together, but you found yourself more privy to taking chances than questioning why the blonde man had come alone.

“You must be Park Jimin,” You greet him with a hand resting on the small of his back. Your voice is anything but soft and demure, but it has Jimin turning on his heels to face you with amusement. It was rare that women approached him and dared to call him by his first name in a tone that sounded as demanding as yours did.

Jimin’s brow raises at you as he tries to recognize you. He knows better than to assume you have come with someone - no one would dare let their woman come within fifteen feet of the Seven’s prized Casanova. Too often, he had also been approached by opportunists eager to seek their teeth into him, but something about your poise had him thinking differently. Were you someone who was different? “That is me.. and who might you be?”

“You can find out if you keep me interested.” You remark simply as you glance over the men who have long stopped talking to focus on the dynamic between Jimin and you. “I’ve heard about you and I wanted to see for myself if the rumors are true.”

“And if they are?” Jimin replies as he unbuttons the bottom button of his blazer to tuck his right hand into his pocket. Your confidence is far too high for a rookie, yet your boldness is too much for a seasoned veteran. He’s certain he’s never seen your face here before, so why was he still giving you the time of day?

You scoff at his words, “I’d say that you’re worthy of a pursuit then.” You purposely bump your shoulder with his when you pass by, slipping a piece of paper into his palm as you leave just as quickly as you came.

Your lasting impression did not take much for Jimin to join you in the piano room on the second floor fifteen minutes later. He was well aware of the alarming degree of your presence; how he did not have the slightest clue as to who you are and other guests at the party remarking you as the daughter of so-and-so, but he could not draw up an image that could make up for the fraction of your presence. God, it only made him want you ten times more.

“You’re the predictable one, huh?” You remark when you hear the mahogany door close. Leather shoes cross the floor when you are greed by a kneeling Jimin accompanied with a smirk on his face. “I see you read my note.”

Jimin scoffs, “I think it was rather bold of you to tell me your plans.” It had been bold to tell Jimin that you anticipated him taking you home that night. “You know who I am. Do you think I am that foolish to take you back to the place where my brothers and I live?”

Brothers. The smile on your face only spreads. They really did believe that fictitious lie that everyone said they did. “No. If I did, I would have targeted the eldest one. He’s much more fun to play with.” You say as you look up from over your book to meet the hardening look of Jimin. Competition must have been ingrained in them. “I don’t like to blindside people. It’s much more fun to see how you’ll stop me. It would keep both of us guessing. Don’t you think?”

“Mmmm.” Jimin remarks as he sits on the coffee table in front of you. His eyes meticulously run over your clothes: he takes in the curve of your hips, the way the velvet appears to hug you in all the right places, but something feels off. He notices no bulge of a knife or the sliver of a gun. “You came here unarmed?”

You close the book and place it to the side, “If I wanted to kill someone, I would do it with my hands. That’s how I do most things. I like things messy.”

“Fuck,” Jimin rasps as he brings his hand to his mouth. He’s far more invested in the double entendre you’ve elicited from him. It was a rule that the Seven held that they would not bring anyone, under absolutely no circumstances, to their shared home. That was the Sanctuary. That was where their plans were made, where their livelihoods lived, and how they were able to escape from their daily life. Yet, there was no rule in him bringing you back to his apartment. Right?

So that was what brought you to where you were now, on your knees with your cheeks hollow full of Jimin’s hard cock in your mouth. His pants are bunched at his ankles as he guides his hand on the back of your head with an anything but soothing touch. He’s a demanding lover, but it’s nothing you can’t handle.

“Fuck, you sound so pretty choking on my cock like this. Wanna cum all over your pretty tits and make you mine over and over again…” Jimin’s voice has dropped another octave the second his cock hits the back of your throat. He’s left perplexed as your tongue grazes over the underside of his cock and he barely needs to guide you to his own pleasure.

Just who the hell were you?

He’s nearly gone as his hips bucking into your mouth with every thrust of his hips. His cock throbs inside of your mouth, wanting to feel all of you in every way possible. His praise doesn’t stop, “Can’t wait to feel what your tight pussy is like… you’re already being a good girl taking my cock like this. Imagine how nice it’ll feel with my thick cock in your wet cunt, begging for more of me like the good slut you are.” His words do have an effect on you, especially evident with your arousal that has long begun to peek from your thighs onto your Givenchy dress to leave love stains. Jimin’s experienced enough to know what good sex feels like, and somehow, you were beyond his expectations. It takes everything in him to not cum in your mouth immediately - especially with your dress sliding down your shoulder to show the curve of your breast or hot he spots your fingers creeping between your thighs as you tease your clit from how pretty he sounded.

“Wanna cum inside of you,” Jimin grunts as another thrill of pleasure runs through him at the thought. His chest rises and falls in anticipation as he feels the familiar knot in his stomach further entangle itself from your ministrations. You long have opted to choke on his cock, somehow being correct in your assumption that it boosted his ego. “Fuck- fuck-fuck,” He closes his eyes tightly, “Soojin-ah, please.”

You almost don’t catch your alias that leaves his lips, but you pull away with a lewd pop. “Ah? Is Park Jimin so fucked out that he can’t even speak? Mmm? Did I suck your cock that good where you can’t talk?” You ask as your nail traces along his jawline. He’s not used to someone speaking to him so lewdly, but that only spurs the leaking precut from his cock to grow. You’re so fucking hot that he can’t even stand it. “Use your words.”

“Make me.” He bites back before gripping you by your hips in one swift motion and sinking you down onto his cock. The sudden stretch leads you caught off guard, but you no longer feel empty when Jimin begins to thrust his hips deeper into your wet sex. Your hips soon match his own cadence, rising and falling like a piano crescendo as you ride his cock. “Shit. Who taught you to ride like this? You’re such a good slut and all for me, huh?”

Ah. All for him. You almost laugh. Clearly he had a possession kink. “Mmm,” You moan in pleasure as he soon gives your neglected clit attention. His fingers draw figure eight’s around the sensitive gem, making you bend into him as his hips rhythmically meet your g-spot over and over again. “Jimin, you’re fucking me so good…”

“I know baby,” He rasps before slapping your ass for added stimulation. You hate how easy it is for him to conjure up the tightness in your stomach, your own pussy aching for more from how sexy he looks: his lips stained with your lipstick, the tie loosely dangling from his neck as his shirt is unbuttoned all the way with red marks reminiscent of the bites you left on him. You, too, had a preference for leaving your mark on people. To add on to that, his tattoos are like hidden jewels kissing his skin. He’s beautiful. “Your pussy’s so fucking good that I might just keep coming back to you,” He grunts as he bottoms out inside of you and you’re filled to the hilt. It’s more than enough for you to squeeze him closer by his shoulder, sighing as you roll your hips against his own for the added friction.

“I’m close, Jimin-“ You rasp when he stills inside of you. The ache in you returns, wanting more of his hard thrusts. “Fuck me harder… I’m going to cum-“

Jimin moans, “Me too, beautiful.” He groans as he pistons his hips deeper into your sex. The sound of skin clapping against skin fills the room, soon accompanied by your own moans and Jimin’s own of pleasure. “You’re so fucking tight for me, yeah? Only I can fuck you like this.” He bites into the crevice of your shoulder when he bottoms out inside of you one last time. “Fuck, I’m going to cum-“

He blossoms inside of you without another word, grunting in pleasure as his fingers rub against your own clit more furiously to drag you down to your own high. It only takes one, two, three more strokes before you’re wilting inside of him as his cum fills you to the brink. “J-jimin,” you stammer out as he continues to ride out both of your highs, your dress long torn and bunched around your waist forgotten until he begins to overstimulate you. “P-please-“

“Round 2?” He rasps as his eyes flash mischievously. His cock still inside of you, eager for another round. He’s hungry for you - starving practically despite your previous rendezvous. “You’re so good, baby.” He sounds so sure of it, like he can read you like the back of his hand.

You can’t wait to ruin him.

The next morning, Jimin sleeps soundly in bed. He does not notice the way you slip out of bed undetected and make your way towards his drawers. You noticed in the heat to the night the camera that seemed to follow your every move and only wave to it sweetly. You would have to dig through his belongings later. Now, you would be good and properly feed yourself. And at least Jimin. It was his kitchen, after all.

You pad your way downstairs, focused on satiating the growl in your stomach rather than sleeping Jimin. You would think that he would have awoken the second you turned, but he must have been exhausted beyond repair. He had been rather generous….

“Who the hell are you?” A voice calls out to you and you instantly turn around to be faced with Three of Seven. He looks at you, perplexed. It was unlike Jimin to let his one-night stands stay the night, let alone cook in his kitchen and play house. The younger had often been one to sleep in, but this state of him not answering forced the elder to come visit.

“Jung Hoseok.” You say in an almost robotic tone and smile as you turn off the stove. He watches your every move like a trained soldier - it is quite literally what he is as he moves across the island to approach you. “You’re Three, right?” You ask, smirking to yourself in pure amusement as his face contorts in an unreadable expression.

So you weren’t a dumb one-night stand.

In an imperceptible flash, Hoseok makes his way towards you to pin you against the ground. Two long strides across the kitchen and a swipe across the floor has him knocking you to the ground. Never one to go down without a fight, you grip the fabric of his shirt to pull him down with you before elbowing him in the gut just as quickly as he has made you crumble. He groans from the sudden impact, but doesn’t let up as he pins your hands above your head and sinks his own hips onto yours to stifle your movements.

“Who the hell are you?” He repeats, seeing that he has you trapped.

Nevertheless, you muster all the energy from your lower half of your body to roll on top of him and pin his arms above your own. “Someone you should be worried about.”

A third voice cuts in, presumbly the man you slept with last night from the way he saunters downstairs. “What is going on here?” Jimin asks with a lazy rub of his eye. He is surprised to see you entangled with Hoseok - the older man supplanted under you, much like Jimin was the night before, but under very different circumstances. “Yah… Soojin-ah,” You almost forget to respond to your falsehood, but your head snaps up to bat your lashes at Jimin. “Ah. Did you have fun with hyung?”

“Why the fuck didn’t you answer your phone?” Hoseok asks from below you. He grips his side, still surprised at the swiftness of your move and the blunt force of your actions. Who trained you?

“I was asleep.” Jimin replies simply before sniffing the air. “You made pancakes?” He looks a bit disheveled, but ever the gentleman, extends his hand out to pull you off of Hoseok and into his arm lazily. “They’re not poisoned, right?”

“I’ll eat them all and leave you to starve if that is the invitation that you are extending to me.” You remark with a laugh escaping from Jimin.

Jimin is unfazed by your words. He’s only enthralled by your remarks. He’s already been inside of you. He’s confident you wouldn’t give him up so easily. “She’s got a cute sense of humor, doesn’t she, hyung?”

“You didn’t tell her any of our names.. did you?” Hoseok asks with narrowed brows as he brushes himself off and leans against the island. He’s in slight pain, but it’s not as worse as it could have been. You could have easily broken his ribs but opted for minute soreness. He would overcome it.

Jimin shakes his head, “I’m not stupid. She randomly knew mine.” Jimin inspects you for a moment as his brows furrow. “Come to think of it.. you haven’t told me how you knew of me. You don’t seem like a newbie, but you haven’t been well enough for me to know who you are.” He directs his words to you, but there seems to be more hints of curiosity rather than animosity. It’s reassuring. “She seems dangerous, hyung. I like it.”

Rolling your eyes, you unwrap Jimin’s arm from your waist to return to your pancakes and sigh. “Jung Hoseok, would you also like one?”

“She could be an assassin and you just let her walk right on in.” Hoseok says, less amused that the younger man has thought with his nether regions rather than his brain. “What if she killed you in your sleep?”

“But she didn’t.” Jimin remarks as he sits down at the bar stool to admire your back.

Deciding to defend your reputation, “That’s much too easy. If I wanted to kill him or you, I would let you know ahead of time. I don’t like surprises.” You say simply as you flip the pancake onto a plate and set it down. “You’ve got to be aware. It’s not what you see that matters, it’s what you don’t.” You reply before cutting into the pancake to reveal the chocolate chips embedded in them. You cut a sizable piece from each pancake to demonstrate that the pancakes were, in fact, not poisoned and take a bite bite. “See?”

“Whoa,” Jimin compliments as you slide the plate in front of him and begins to eat them. He is still cautious to take a bite, but he is only met with the chocolate melting in his mouth. It almost taste as good as you do. Almost. “This is delicious! Hyung, try some.”

Hoseok eyes you suspiciously before taking a section from your own plate and bites into it. He, too, is only met with chocolate-y goodness and hums. “I’m watching you.”

“Please do.” You remark fondly, only for Jimin to send you a pout of disapproval. He was a paradox of a man, you realize. He’s adorable one minute yet meticulous the next. It keeps you interested. You take a nibble on your pancake as you eat while waiting for the two of them to speak - talk - say anything about their plans are, but both of them only opt to watch you.

While Hoseok is more reserved, he can not fight the curiosity that looms over him from your presence. It was rare that Jimin ever let someone stay in his place, especially over night with the king of work that they did. It was obvious enough that you were someone to not be trifled with, but what the hell was your deal? “Who do you work for?” He asks bluntly as wiping the corner of his mouth.

“I work for myself.” You state with a shrug of your shoulders. Jimin only smirks at your response and nods. He had gathered that much. You gave him far too much cheek to be tied down to any one organization, but you did have a lot of balls to come home with him.

Jimin clears his throat before grabbing a cup of milk, “She’s a tough cookie, hyung. She didn’t tell me much about her. Think I’m going to have to investigate myself.” He chirps with a small smirk. He soon begins cutting into his sausage and eggs with a wide smile. “I can’t say I don’t enjoy the chase though. She’s worth chasing after.”

“Stop thinking with your dick and use your brains,” Hoseok murmurs despite scarfing down another pancake. “Look, whoever you are…. Don’t think because you’re here that we won’t stop watching you. We deal wit people like you all the time. You grow comfortable. You get careless. You stop following the rules and make mistakes. If you do happen to have some hidden agenda, I won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your brain, myself.”

You merely blink at his words before finishing your breakfast. “Wow. You really know how to get me going, don’t you, Hoseok-ah?” You wink as his expression hardens from how informally you call him. You fold your arms behind your back as you take a step forward to him. “You must be so confused about how this is going to work, so let me tell you.”

Jimin leans forward at your threat. It’s caught his interest, especially since he has yet to figure you out.

“I don’t care if you think you’re going to end me. If you do, I’d think you’re more talented than I assumed.” You remark as your eyes never look away from his. “You’re no match for me. If I had an agenda, I would tell you what it is.. but I’m innocent.” You poke his chest for good measure and smiles. “After all, there’s only one of me and seven of you, right? Wouldn’t that be a death wish for me to do something like that?”

Hoseok scoffs, “You could be a wolf in sheep’s clothing.” He gives you a once over. “I don’t take kindly to fakes. So if you have a hidden agenda, I’ll preface by telling you to lose it. You’re too pretty to be getting yourself entangled with people like us. Didn’t they tell you that when you mess with fire, you might just get burnt?”

You would be offended if you didn’t acknowledge he didn’t have the slightest clue about who you were. “There have been foxes who outsmarts wolves.” You quip as your eyes scan over his features. It’s honestly a shame how handsome he is when you can only think of your master plan - your own ambitions to take the single thing they hold most dear to them away. “But if you threaten me with fire, let’s just say I won’t be the only one getting burned.”

This leaves both of the men equally speechless from your words. A fox? The two of them share a glance, as though exchanging an unspoken word in acknowledgement. Crafty.

Those were the days where they realized you had left them all of the clues: you had evidently left traces of your own plans from the beginning. It long leaves Jungkook more agitated while tapping his fingers against the leather seat with Yoongi at his side. How the hell had they had missed that?

“Mr. Jeon, Mr. Min, there’s a message left for you.” One of their servants enters the room. She can sense the tension that has long filled the room since you escaped from them two weeks ago.

You didn’t even know that it would end like that, did you? You know I had to leave because I was a bit too attached, huh? I must say. I am touched that you went through all of that hard work to try to find me… but I think you could work much harder.

You say you’re wolves, right? I’ll throw you a bone then. You can find me where kings perished, where heads will roll, where a tour is named after me.

Catch me if you can. - YN

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Where do you think YN is? How do you think about their first meeting? What do you think about YN's style of playing with their heads? Don't be a silent reader!

There will be more of the other members in the upcoming chapter and how YN gets closer to them!

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