DJANGO

DJANGO

Choi San x fem reader x Jung Wooyoung (heavy hints at ot8)

a/n: nobody talk to me nobody touch me nobody look at me i'm loosing my mind over this comeback you don't even understand

"Ain't nobody mess with Django, call me Django." -ATEEZ

✫彡wordcount: 5.5k (sorry?!?)

(>ᴗ•) genre: smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarnings/content: violence and injuries, dystopian/lore universe, lots of cussing, angst, poly relationship, brief mention of drinking as coping, extreme pda LMAO, woo is a bit of a little shit in the first half, dry humping, making out(lots of it), also lots of pet names, multiple rounds, threesome, light choking&degrading, snowballing, oral, boobjob, dp, overstim, teasing, orgasm control, praise kink teehee, dom san/sub woo/switch-sub reader, m x m, unprotected( don't do that🗣️), NOT EDITED

taglist: @calicanbeevil @pansies-garden @kissezfornamjoon @wisejudgedragonhairdo

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

The van shook as another vehicle passed, making San groan as you fell down onto him.

"I'm sorry, Baby," you cooed softly, kissing the bruise on his collarbone that you had unintentionally fallen onto. The soaked rag that you cleaned him with was handed back to you from its fallen place on the shag carpet by Wooyoung with a soft laugh.

"You baby him too much, he's a big boy," he claps his hand onto his shoulder, making him groan again- glaring at the younger man, "right, Champ?"

"I'll beat your ass, Woo."

"Oh, I bet you will, you beat up that scrawny little guy too!" He cackles, clapping and leaning away as San swipes at him tiredly.

"He was faster than I expected!"

"You two knock it off," you sigh exasperatedly as you wipe the grime from his swollen pec, rolling your eyes at your boyfriends bickering. Being stuck in such a small space had taken a toll on the three of yours relationship- especially the two men. They were at each other throats more often than not-even it was playfully. "I'll blow our cover just to tell Hongjoong."

"You wouldn't..." Wooyoung eyes you suspiciously as you smirk. "You wouldn't!"

"I will if you two don't give me a second of peace." You cock your brow at him, tossing the rag into the pile that is your dirty laundry, silently cursing yourself for choosing to hide out with them instead of with Yunho and Jongho in their shop. They even had a cool talking bird.

You place a gentle kiss to Sans eye, a healing bruise almost faded under your lips. "Stop getting hit in the face, yeah?"

"Yeah, I'll politely tell my opponents that my girlfriend likes her boys pretty~" he rolls his eyes and whines as your body heat leaves his sore body.

"So what if I do, pretty boys happen to be my type!" You shrug and crawl off of the spent man, over to the other side and into Wooyoungs lap.

He smirks at his boyfriend cockily as you rest your head on his shoulder, "that's why she's cuddling me right n-ow!" His smirk turns to a pout as you flick his chest.

"Can you two manage a peace treaty while I get some shut eye? It's four hours drive to the next town and it's my turn to drive in the morning."

"Of course, Darling." They chime together, silently scowling at one another but keeping quiet as you close your eyes.

--

     "Wakey, wakey," you shake the buff man softly, safely parked in the back alley of the abandoned building. Wooyoung stood just outside of the open van doors, abs on display as he changed into a better looking shirt.

      "Yah, wake up!"

   You glare at him as he startles San awake, who holds you close protectively in his delirium, still scared of the run in you had experienced with HalaTeez months ago. No matter how much he swears to the lot of you that he doesn't feel guilty, the way his eyes sadden when he focuses on the scar over your left brow for too long gives it away. Hala-San, as you call him to real-Sans dismay, had tricked you all too well and after that... you couldn't look at the real, loving, caring San for weeks. You had to split off with Mingi and frequented a bar, drinking away any memory of Hala-Sans torment until Hongjoong found you and picked up the pieces when the bottle ran empty.

     "You dick," San rasps as he rubs your sides, his gentle touch a contrast to the way he gives his cackling boyfriend the stink eye.

    "Rise and shine, Sannie~" he teases, buttoning up his shirt and soothing his long hair down, "time to get your ass whopped again."

     "Oh, like you'd do any better! You'd be demolished!"

     You let out a sigh and slide out of the van, soothing your dress- which in reality is Jongho's shirt with a belt around your waist. "I'll be signing in." You speak shortly before wondering off, leaving them fighting more than ever over how they upset you.

    San insists it's all Wooyoungs fault for being such a whiny shit.

    Wooyoung is adamant that San is at fault for hogging all of your attention.

     They go back and forth for a while until a Strickland patrol vechile speeds by, spooking the both of them into the building.

     Wooyoung immediately wraps his arms around your waist as they find you bent over signing Sans pseudonym, DJANGO, into the fighting brackets. San is busy eyeing everyone around you, both in suspicion of Halateez and Strickland and simply to scope out his potential competition.

     "Entry fee is three k," the woman on the other side of the pop-up table looks as if she's ready to kick your trio out in a single breath when you don't provide the money, eyeing up Sans messy tank top and your days old makeup with distain.

    "That's it?" You pout, tutting your tongue as you turn away from the rude woman, sighing dramatically as you dig into Wooyoungs pockets, grabbing hold of multiple tightly rolled wads of money.

    Both of them smirk at your antics, so clearly eager to prove this stranger wrong about her preconceived notions about you and your lovers as you count the wads, dropping a few down before skipping past her with a wave.

      The crowded arena does nothing for Sans anxiety, his eyes scanning at a million miles an hour as he keeps a possessive hand on the small of your back. Wooyoung has similar feelings as he drapes his arm over your shoulders in a way that clearly shouts, 'don't touch' to anyone who looks your way. You feel much safer on the other hand, both of your boyfriends touching you at once for the first time in what feels like ages, both ready to toss themselves infront of danger if it presents itself.

You all squeeze your way to the front, right up to the edge of the ring, where a fight is already taking place, one of the men nearly teasing the other with the way he bounces around on his tip-toes, not letting the other get a single touch in.

"She said not many fighters showed up," you practically have to yell for the men to hear you, "Strickland cracking down again!" You explain loudly, rubbing Sans lower back in an attempt to comfort his nerves as he stretches his wrists. Wooyoung has split off to make bets with other players, making sure to stick out like a sore thumb with his flashy shirt. "Might have to find a new income soon if they don't back off!"

He sighs, rolling his head back and stretching his neck out, letting you admire the freckles on his skin that he knows you love.

As the quick moving fighter finally wears out his opponent, he gets sloppy, and he starts getting hits in. You slide behind San and hide your face in his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and stroking his stomach softly. "I hate that you have to do this!"

He holds his hands over your own and rubs his thumbs over your skin, watching the man who will clearly be his opponent wailing on the other man.

"Got nine grand riding on you tonight, Babe," Wooyoung slides back into the conversation, cupping the back of Sans neck.

Although they had their on and off moments, he would always be in tune to his emotions and try to calm him. And trying to keep the peace was even more worth it when you were around. Usually, they had Yeosang as a voice of reason but he was off with Seonghwa doing God-knows what in preparation for your next mission.

Being apart was straining and stressful for every last one of you. But groups larger than three were banned by Hongjoong after four of you had caught Halateez's attention a few months back. He didn't want to risk it again and he certainly didn't want to risk a group of nine most wanted outlaws being together. The combined reward for your captures was the largest amount of money you had ever read. You weren't sure how to even pronounce it.

It was almost an entire year of being in hiding.

You didn't know how much more you could take.

    "- DJANGO!!" The name catches your attention over the blaring speaker. How was he up so early? You peek around San and see the fast man catching his breath in the opposite corner. Blood being wiped up and a limp body being carried out.

     "We can always find a new way to get money," you scream to San as he rolls out his stiff shoulders, whining as Wooyoung pulls you away gently. "Seriously, Sannie!"

    "He'll be okay, Darling," Wooyoungs chaste kiss to your head does nothing to calm your raging nerves as San bends down and slides into the ring. You pull away in a hurry and hop up on the ledge, grabbing his top over the ropes.

      "Forgot something?" You lean your torso over and immediately take San into a heated kiss, his calloused hands cupping your face firmly and pulling you close. People all around whistle and call loudly, a blush creeping up Wooyoung neck as he watches your lips meld together.

It been almost a year on the run. Almost five months since any of the three of you have touched one another in an intimate, primal way.

He doesn't know how much longer he can take it. When you crawled into his lap earlier he nearly took you right there.

You always do something after a needy kiss that makes every single one of them feral.

You lick up Sans lips to his cheekbone and moan.

   People start nearly howling, and his opponent looks antsy.

"Fuck him up, Baby," you cup his chin in your hand as you block out the world around you for a moment and take one last good look at him before you know you'll go away during his fights. You can't bring yourself to watch no matter how long he's been fighting. But that doesn't mean you won't hype him up while you can.

      You slap his shoulder softly, making sure to make it look harder than it was in reality before giving his fist a gentle kiss.

     "Fuck him up," you repeated before hopping down.

--

The van door opening makes your head snap, setting away the headphones that play Yeosangs violin melody.

"Hey, how'd ev-"

San jumps on you before you can finish greeting them properly, kissing you deeply and feeling you up like it's the first time he's ever touched you. The clotted blood on his lip doesn't discourage either of you, the pain only stirs him on as Wooyoung climbs in and slams the doors shut behind him.

The dull thud of the duffel bag he drops makes you look over, San letting you breath and nipping at your neck and jaw instead. "Holy shit, Baby, you won?!"

"Fuck yeah, I did, Beautiful," he moans breathlessly, holding himself up above you to speak with a sultry purr, "let me spoil you." He looks over to Wooyoung lustfully. "Both. Let me spoil you both."

Wooyoung smiles at him. Genuinely. For the first time in weeks.

    If there's one thing that makes him weak it's being spoiled by his lovers. So when San lifts you up and settles you in his lap and climbs into the drivers seat, he doesn't complain: he simply dives into your lips like a man starved.

     And he is, lips suctioned onto yours so deeply and passionately that neither of you notice as the van lurches to life and begins speeding away. You fall to the floor ontop of him and hold him tightly. Like he's an illusion that will disappear like smoke if you let go.

     He body feels so right on yours. Clinged together on the shag floor. Melting together. The outside world and all of its problems fading away as his hands wander your body.

       How you've managed to keep your hands off one another for this long is a world's greatest mystery.

       "Fuck," he moans as you lap at his lips, his hands sliding up the edge of your dress and cupping the round of your ass. "Fuck, Princess, please," he whines.

       You can hear the smirk in the way San chuckles from the front seat, but it doesn't stop him from speeding up. He loves how whiney Wooyoung gets just as much as you do.

     You clumsily undo his bottoms and pull them down just enough to press your heat to his growing bulge. The thin layers of cloth separating you doesn't stop the feral groan that he lets out, holding your hips with a bruising force as he grinds up into you. If anything, the soft fabric pressing into your clit with each of his uncoordinated thrusts makes it feel more euphoric.

     "Oh, God~"

    The soft moans you let out have Wooyoung rock hard and San palming himself. "Ffffuck, Baby," you groan, hugging his neck tightly as his hips buck below you.

      Everyone got the 'Babyyy' treatment when they were good or needed a pick me up. The way it rolled off of your tongue was like a drug to them. Even more so when it's so deep and passionate. Even more so when their cock is pressing against you.

     Sans eager left turn has the both of you rolling on the floor, laughing as he apologizes loudly from the driver seat. "Sorry, continue!"

     "You heard the man," you laugh from below Wooyoung, "continue."

      And he does, burying his face in your neck and biting and licking and sucking as he rubs his bulge against you like it's the last human touch he'll ever experience. "M'cum," your moan has him rolling into you with a new purpose in life, nearly growling as he holds himself back from painting his underwear white, "shit, Youngie!" You wrap your legs around his waist tightly as you release, shivering and shaking with your jaw slack.

      He isn't far behind by even a second, his gut clenching as he turns his bottoms sticky with his own pleasure, panting into your ear as he continues to roll into you, drawing out your euphoria and making you mewl out, clawing at his scalp.

      In your bliss, you fail to notice that Sans parked outside of a double story motel and ran out with a wad of cash, clearly in a hurry.

Yours hands are wrapped in each others hair, breathing deeply with your foreheads pressed together, almost as it trying to meld your souls together with passion.

    The doors behind the both of you open and flood you in the neon light of the motel signs, and you peek around Wooyoungs frame as he falls over you protectively from what he thinks is prying eyes. "Sannie~" you call, making Wooyoung relax ontop of you.

       "You alive, Foxy?" San teases as he climbs in and crawls to you both.

     "Mhm," he moans into your jaw, "very alive." He gasps as San pulls him away from you by his neck, taking him in a feverish kiss as you watch on in awe. You can tell San his slipping his tongue into Wooyoungs mouth by the way he holds his jaw open, the way Wooyoung grinds his bulge back into you.

     "Youngie, Baby," you whine as he rolls his self into your swollen clit, but it only makes him go faster, his hands finding purchase on Sans waist. "Ah s-" You writhe below him, stopped when one of Sans hands comes and holds you in place by pressing on your stomach: all the while he never opens his eyes or pulls away from your boyfriend. "Fuck, please don't tease!"

He chuckles into his lips, gently stroking his neck. "C'mon, I got us a room for a few days."

Wooyoung begrudgingly slides out of the van, gathering your few bags and bouncing in anticipation as he fixes his pants to the best of his ability. San scoops you up to his chest and you cling to him like a koala bear, kissing all over his face as he carries you up the stairs and down the balcony hall.

Wooyoung drops the bags at the entrance of the room and immediately goes to investigate the single bedded room and bathroom before urging San in, latching the door shut behind him.

You're dropped to the bed and bounce with a soft laugh, opening your legs wide to fit Sans large frame as he slots himself between them. Wooyoung slides next to you and is immediately latched onto your neck as he unbuttons your dress.

"Ah fuck," you mewl out, cradling his head close as your head spins, San slipping off your panties and shimmying down. He holds your thighs apart as he licks a slow, deep stripe up your soaking heat, reveling in the way you moan for him. He wastes no time diving in and eating you out like it's his last meal. His tongue flicking and swiping against every inch it can reach. His nose pressed against your clit as his head bobs.

You're lost in the pleasure between your legs so much so that you don't notice that you and Wooyoung are both naked until he climbs onto your stomach, his hot member gliding between your breasts. Despite how long it's been, your body has its muscle memory from how often you two would do this.

You cup your breasts and push them together, encasing his length in the soft flesh as he grips the headboard roughly, the tip of his cock leaking on the base of your collar bones.

It's hard to appreciate just how beautiful he is while San is ravaging your cunt with his tongue, but you manage. Looking up with blown irises, he's so pretty. His long hair softly framing his face, bouncing with each of his rough, slow thrusts against your supple skin. His swollen lips parted with moans. Toned abs expanding and constricting as he heaves.

"Foxy," you whisper out, catching his eyes with a deep blush on both of your cheeks, "so pretty, Baby."

He curses loudly and reaches one hand down, cradling your face so gently in comparison to how he fucks your tits. "My woman."

The words make your eyes roll back, a wave of your arousal coating Sans tongue as you cum, gripping your breasts tightly and whimpering out as the sensations continue well past your peak.

      Wooyoung wills himself to hold back from cumming until he's told, and San holds himself back as he laps up your juices-grinding his hardness onto the bed slowly. Both of your moans are a magic melody to him, and he can't help but crave more. He pulls away and joins Wooyoung over top of you, wrapping his arms around the younger man and spooking him. He slides his hands up his naked torso teasingly slow, grinding on his backside.

"Shit, Babe," he groans, tossing his head back on his shoulder and simultaneously trying to bury his cock in your warm skin and grind back on San's bulge. "Fuck, I ne-"

"Cum, Youngie." The command from the both of you at the same time has him painting your collarbones and neck in a millisecond flat, jaw slack as San continues to stroke him even as his hips stop.

"Fuck, fuck, please, oh my God," he stirs back to life from his void of pleasure as you bend your neck and lick his sensitive tip. He tries to back away only to bump right into Sans girth on his bare backside. "Oh God~"

        "Need a breather, Sexy?" San coos as he slowly moves Wooyoung off of you, already knowing that he can't cum back to back. He needs at least five minutes at that's all San needs to get you ready for what's about to come.

        Wooyoung comes crawling back into you, lapping up his own seed with a quiet moan as San slides down your body and hooks your legs over his hips. "Ready, Darling?"

      "Yes, holy fuck am I ready, please give it to me," you babble on, only silenced as he inches into your sopping core. He's by far the girthiest man you've even been with. And the stretch always feels so delicious.

       Wooyoung takes advantage as your jaw falls open, leaning over you to drip all of his release into your mouth. The moans and whimpers of pleasure are unstoppable as you swallow all of it down eagerly, hands wrapped up in his hair and pulling him impossibly close. His body follows his head, almost snuggling you as he presses his body flush to your side, one leg hooked over your hips as he grinds his hardening member into your hip.

It's all so warm and welcoming, a familiar and comfortable feeling washing over you along with the overstimulation of your third orgasm building up as San thrusts into you with a steady slow pace. "Fuck," you moan into Wooyoung, "so big," you whimper as your cunt uncontrollably clenches around him. He swallows up all of your noises as he moves his lips against yours zealously, and sneaky hand rubbing the column of your breasts and up to your neck, simply resting: bouncing with each of Sans increasingly rough thrusts that bounce your body.

  "Take me so well," Sans praise has you leaking onto the blanket, panting like crazy and slapping at Wooyoungs shoulders as he bites at your lips hungrily, "pretty Angel, made just for us, hm?"

       "Mmhmph-" Your affirmative moan turns into a yelp as Wooyoung tightens his hand over your neck.

     Damn them. When they decided to be on the same team they were almost scary at how well the schemed without even speaking a single word. San held your hips in place and drilled into you. Wooyoung assaulting your ear with kisses and bites, squeezing your neck in time with Sans hips.

      "Pretty Angel looks like she wants your cum," Wooyoung teases as you swirl your hips in Sans hold, holding you down securely with his hand pressing your neck into the mattress as he looks down at where you're connected.

      "Mmh, she does," San groans loudly, hips snapping into you needily, "looks like a bitch in heat." His words make both of you moan out, your eyes rolling into your skull for a moment before he buries himself to the hilt and stops.

    "No, no, no, please! I wasn't going to cum, pleaseee, Sannie Baby~!" If there's one thing that gets San off, it's when his lover begs him for permission. When their with someone else- cum as much as you like. But with him? Grovel at his feet and beg him for a release only he can give you. "Fuuuck, shit, please, I need you, fuck me!"

Wooyoung watches you with gazed over eyes, holding you still as you attempt to writhe and get more stimulation. "She wants it's so bad, Babe~" He smirks as San, a look that makes his cock twitch inside of you, You muster up your best begging pout and let go of him, reaching for San's hands that are gripping your hips with a bruising force as he holds himself back until he's satisfied with your begging.

"I want you to make me cum, please, Django?"

    All of the breath is fucked out of your lungs as he pounds into you. Fast and hard and nearly animalistic in the way he buries himself in your sopping heat with a string of curses, his fingers interlacing with yours in a soft intimacy that makes your head fuzzy. You can barely moan, how good it is. But he knows. Wooyoung knows.

    As you finally come to your senses and scream out with your release, the whole district must know how well Django is fucking you.

He stops himself with a deep groan as your walls flutter and clench around him, squeezing your hands to ground your soul to your body as Wooyoung dips his head and laps at your hardened nipples. You squeeze his hands tightly, arched off of the bed in pure ecstasy as he fills you with his warm cum.

San slips his arms under your arched back and holds you close to his chest as he flips the two of you, a squeal of pleasure leaving you as he hits an all new angle. He holds you securely as he looks at Wooyoung, almost silently communicating.

He slips behind you, the feeling of his leaking tip prodding at your stretched hole has you gripping Sans shoulders tightly, rolling your hips back into him. "Oh, fuck, yes yes yes yes y-" Sans lips catch yours and silence you as he ravenously slips his tongue into your mouth and licks at your tongue, feeding on all of your moans as Wooyoung slides in with him.

"So good, my woman," his mind is gone, unaware of how your walls grow slicker with his praise as he slowly sheaths himself into you fully.

He nowhere near as thick as San, but dear lord that man has length to make up for it. The both of them together is making your stomach feel hot, the hair on the back of your neck standing up.

San pulls away panting, his lips swollen and wet with your saliva. "Beautiful Angel," you official feel lightheaded as he cradles your face oh so gently as he moves his hips. Wooyoung follows suit, holding your back and fucking into you ruthlessly, rubbing against Sans girth inside of you like it's his favorite thing to do in the universe and it's about to be ripped away.

All you can do is moan and gasp with them, a melody that your neighbors must be cursing as the headboard bangs into the thin walls.

Your chest is pressed into Sans roughly, faces barely an inch away as you all move together. His hands cupping your cheeks and keeping you upright as your body threatens to give out. "Sannie, please, n'cum," he can just make out your slurs over the panting and slapping of skin in the humid room, the smell of sex already soaking into the air.

His brain is nearly gone as he feels Wooyoungs length twitch against him along with your cunt squeezing mercilessly, only nodding at the both of you for permission as he himself lets his soul float away in a wave of pleasure, squeezing you to himself possessively as he cums inside of you. Wooyoung isn't a moment behind, the second he feels Sans warmth flood you, his is joining. And the feeling of both of them soaking your womb makes you lose yourself, dunked in pleasure.

Wooyoung falls ontop of you, sandwiching you between their body warmth. San reaches around and hugs his arms around both of you, heavy breaths lulling you to sleep.

"Holy shit." Is all that can be said.

--

    The next morning you decide to take advantage of the running water that San must have paid extra for, washing away the grime that stuck to you despite how many bird baths Wooyoung have you on the side of the road.

   San, despite you and Wooyoungs best begging, went off on his own to meet with Hongjoong after he got a call on the prepaid flip phone in the middle of the night.

    Wooyoung noticed you eyeing the bag of dirty laundry when you woke up and immediately offered to go wash them and grab some food for the both of you.

      You're so wrapped up in the welcoming feeling of the warm water pelting your body that you fail to notice the door opening, letting the steam rise to the ceiling of the motel room. You sung one of Jongho's songs sung softly, the sound echoing on the fiberglass and acrylic shower wall.

"Darling?"

You grab the knife you left on the edge and swipe the shower curtain back. "Jesus!" Both of you yell. Wooyoungs hands fly up in a defense position as you aim the knife at him for a moment.

You flip it in your hand and hand it over to him by the handle, visibly relaxing as you see it's only your sneaky boyfriend. "Perv~" You tease before sliding the curtain shut dramatically. You can hear him shuffling around, and the sound of his zipper confirms your suspicions.

     He steps over the tub edge and joins you, hugging you close from behind and kissing your neck gently. "Did you-"

     "Mhm, foods on the bed, Princess." You laugh softly before turning in his arms and hugging his neck loosely.

     "You're the best, you know?"

     "I sure do~"

     He reaches over you and grabs the travel size bottle of shampoo, cursing them silently because he will most definitely have to go get some more from the main desk before your stay is over. He lathers it up in his hands a bit before massaging your hair tenderly. "You miss them, don't you?"

     His question catches you off guard for a moment, wondering just what he means until you realize that he must have heard you singing the song Jongho wrote all those years ago on The Illusion.

     Those times were so much simpler. A group of pirates and the open sea. Beautiful blue water and all the time together that you could ever ask for.

    "Don't you?" The way your eyes glaze over is enough to tell him. You miss them just as much as he does. You wish this would end just as much as he does.

     "It hurts like hell."

     "I know, Baby."

     "I want to kill them."

     Hala-Teez, the Strickland officials? All of them. "Me too, Baby."

     He leans your head back carefully and rinses away the coconut scented soap from your hair gently. "I love you." You speak. Just  above a whisper. But he catches it even over the raining water.

     "I love you, Darling. This will all be over soon." He doesn't promise because he knows he can't. He doesn't know how long this situation will last. You could be on the run from Strickland and looking over your shoulders for Hala-Teez until your last breath.

      "Joong will figure something out." You don't promise. Because Hongjoong hasn't. He can't. He won't promise something that he doesn't know he cant follow through with. He could be trying to come up with a plan for decades.

      You stand in silence for a moment as you wash his hair gently before he speaks again, "don't cry, Love."

     "What?"

    When you look up, he's blurry. When did you start crying? How did this happen?

   He closes his eyes and hugs you close with his head under the stream of steaming water.

     After a small cry-session in the shower together, you and Wooyoung curled up in the bed and ate your takeout, watching one of the decade old dvd's on the laptop that Yeosang managed to get to you guys a few weeks ago.

The ban from being together for safety didn't stop small run ins with a familiar looking delivery man. Be it disguised as a food delivery man, a mailman, an exterminator- Yeosang always found a way to travel around the city and deliver small gifts from one member to another along with messages from Hongjoong when the phones were down.

A wave of laughter is cut off by a knock on the door. His hand immediately grabs a small hand gun on the nightstand as he stands, your own going to your knife that's sandwiched between the mattress and bed box as you slam the laptop closed.

      "Delivery!" The voice makes you relax.

    "Fucker," you huff as you jump over the bed and beat Wooyoung to the door and smile at the helmeted man. You can't see him, but you know who it is. "Goody~" You peek out into the halls and spot a few suspicious looking people, so you pretend to slip him some money before taking the box and take one last look as he walks away.

     "Open it," he urges impatiently, nearly knocking you over to get to the pizza box as you set it on the small table.

Ontop of your favorite pizza. A small piece of paper. Sans handwriting.

let's bounce

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Combined Beings (xiii)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNING IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, a bit of mature content ( English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

“Dinner tonight?”

You turned to look at Ari as she spoke but you smiled a little at her. “I have dinner with Jimin later. If you want, you can come over tomorrow, watch movies, and just catch up. I miss you and I’m sorry.”

Ari chuckled at your expression. “Yeah, we need to catch up. We’ve been so busy and you,” she flicked your arm, “don’t need to apologize. I’m just happy getting your attention tomorrow.”

You shook your head at her word’s and continued doing your work, your phone buzzing here and there, knowing that the rest are probably trying to get your attention since Jin took it yesterday.

It was during the night that Hoseok had called, taking away your attention from Jin who was messily cutting away the vegetables needed for your noodles in order to make you laugh.

Let’s just say, they were all a little jealous at not being there and witnessing your shenanigans in person. You and Jin laughed and laughed and even Jimin and Jungkook had grabbed their keys in order to leave their house, going to head to yours, if it weren’t for Namjoon stopping them, claiming that you and Jin needed time alone to bond more. They agreed. So that’s why your phone kept buzzing and you didn’t mind it, it just made you work even harder so you’ll have the chance to message them back.

“And your desk is over here. If you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask me or anyone here.”

You and Ari both turn around at hearing your friend’s voice, coming to find Eunji talking with a man who bowed to her. His back was faced towards you two, but it didn’t stray away the fact that the back of his head was attractive.

When Eunji was heading towards her office, you and Ari glanced at one another before chasing after her.

“Who is that?” Ari asked as soon as you two got inside her office and Eunji looked at the two of you with an amused look, hanging up the phone she was just using. “Is that Dae-something?”

“Daeseong, Ari,” Eunji chuckled and nodded her head. “Yep, it’s him. He looks even more attractive in person than he did on photo.”

You three glanced at the man whose head turned around during the exact same time your eyes landed on him.

“He’s fucking hot!” Ari exclaimed in a hushed voice and you chuckled at your friend’s words.

“He’s cute,” you nodded your head a little, not finding any interest in the man. But, you couldn’t not admit he was attractive because he was.

“I want him,” Ari admitted and you and Eunji raised your eyebrows at her words. “I said what I said and I stand by it. He’s handsome.”

While your friend went on a tangent about wanting the poor man who didn’t know what was coming to him, Eunji looked at you.

“Mr. Park wants to see you by the way,” she said, glancing at her computer. “Says you’re not responding to your messages so he called me before you two chased after me.”

“I’ll be right back then,” you smiled at them, heading towards the elevator so you could come back and finish work while listening to Ari fan over the new worker.

As you made it to Jimin’s floor in a matter of time, you went into his office and came to see him talking to Jin and Jungkook, who smiled at you.

“Hi, flower,” Jimin stepped closer to you, kissing your forehead.

“Hi, baby,” Jungkook stepped in next, kissing your head. You smiled back at the two before waving at Jin enthusiastically, turning to stare at Jimin as he spoke.

“You weren’t answering your phone,” he explained, “figured you were busy so I called Eunji and told her to tell you to come up when you’re free. I didn’t think she’d do it as soon as I hung up.”

You chuckled. “We had went inside her office when she told me that’s why. But what did you need?”

“We actually have a present for you,” Jin spoke, sitting on the chair in front of Jimin’s desk, a smile still on his lips. You frowned.

“For me?”

“Yes, you, dummy,” Jimin snorted, a teasing smile on his own lips. He grabbed your hand and stuck his hand out towards Jungkook, who passed him something they hid from you. He looked back at you and kept his smile, placing a cold object on your skin. “We all have the same bracelet, wanted us all to have something matching. But, because of our line of work, we all promised to keep you out of danger so, the bracelet has a tracking device. Though, if you feel uncomfortable, we will take it out.”

It was your turn to smile at their gesture, eyeing the piece of the jewelry. “As much as I want to scold you all for spoiling me, I really appreciate it. I’m fine with the tracking device, too.”

Jimin’s smile reached his eyes and he patted your hand. “I’m happy you like it, flower.” He glanced at Jin. “Also, Jin told me that you two had fun yesterday.”

“We did!” You happily said. “We gardened together and then we were feeding stray cats. I wanted to make him food in order so he could feel comfortable, but he wanted to help so, I let him.”

“You two are going out tonight, right?”

“Yeah,” you nodded before glancing at the time. “Okay, I have to go. I have to continue some more documents while listening to Ari talk about the new worker and how handsome he is, so wish me luck.”

“New worker?” Jimin questioned, a frown forming on his face. You nodded again, unaware of what your words were doing to him and Jungkook. “Handsome?”

“He’s a bit handsome,” you admitted, still naive to the feelings coursing through Jimin and Jungkook’s bodies. “But, anyway, I’ll see you here during lunch or, do you want me to meet you over there?”

“Meet me over there, flower,” Jimin gave you an uptight smile, hiding his jealousy behind his words. “I have everything set up and my guards will be waiting for you in the main lobby. When you head to my restaurant, they already know who you are and they will take you to the table. That okay?”

“Yep,” you replied before turning around and heading towards the door. “Please don’t be too late. I don’t like being alone in a place you all know but I don’t. It makes it more intimidating and makes me more anxious.”

Jimin only gave you his usual smile. “I’ll be there, baby.” He didn’t seem to realize the new nickname he called you. “Don’t worry. I won’t be late.”

You hummed before waving, closing the door behind you. As soon as the three heard the door shut, they all turned to look at one another.

“Who hired the new guy?” Jungkook immediately asked. “I know for a fact it wasn’t neither of us.”

“Isn’t Namjoon in charge of choosing some new workers?” Jin questioned, making Jimin and Jungkook sigh in synch. “Wait, no. It was me. My bad.”

“Is he really attractive?” Jimin eyed Jin who thought about it and nodded very slowly. A sigh immediately fell from his lips. “If he tries anything with her, I’ll kill him. I’m not even joking.”

“You can’t exactly be jealous,” Jin pointed out, causing the youngest to look away from his gaze, knowing pretty much he would be intensely staring at them. “She’s not yours.”

“He’s right,” Jungkook breathed out. “We can’t exactly be jealous of a guy just because she claimed he was a bit handsome. She’s not ours.”

“She will be,” Jimin said, looking away from their gazes. “I’m planning on finally telling her tonight about my feelings. I can’t just see her without wanting to kiss her or literally get on my knees and tell her that whatever she says, I’ll do.”

“I understand that,” Jungkook nodded in agreement. “I swear, I want to buy her every ring or any type of jewelry. It’s become an issue. I can’t even take Tae with me because he feels the exact same way.”

“I’ll tell her tonight,” Jimin shakily let out before chuckling humorously. “I kill people and here I am, nervous about admitting my feelings.”

“Just do it right,” Jin hummed, advising him. “But don’t fuck it up either and you can’t let her down. Be there.”

Jimin nodded and he thought about the events that he wished will happen. He also thought about events that he wishes won’t happen, like you denying your own feelings and telling him you don’t feel the same.

When you appeared on your floor, you headed towards your desk where Ari was staring at the new worker. You chuckled and shook your head at her actions before sitting down.

“Stop staring at the poor guy,” you softly slapped your friends arm. She shook her head. “He just came in today and you can’t stop staring at him. I’m pretty sure he can feel your stare.”

“Good, I want him to stare at me once.”

You continued to laugh a little at your friend, turning to continue working on your computer. It wasn’t long, though, before Ari eyed the new piece of jewelry adorning your wrist.

“What?” You smiled once you saw her teasing smirk.

“They really called you up to give you jewelry,” she said. “They like you so much, it’s sickening and cute at the same time.”

“It’s so pretty,” you mumbled, playing with the bracelet. But your words fell to deaf ears once someone cleared their throat behind you. You and Ari turned around and came to face your new handsome co-worker. You smiled a bit. “Hi, Daeseong, right?”

He chuckled and nodded. “Yep. Y/n and Ari, right?” You and Ari looked at him confusedly after he told you your names. “Oh, sorry, Eunji talked about you two and how I should ask you two for some questions if any.”

“Oh,” you dragged out the word before a small smile tilted on your lips. “Okay, then! What did you need to ask?”

“Um, I’m having trouble accessing the documents needed for this week,” he scratched the back of his head nervously. “I don’t have anything coming up on the website.”

“Let me help you,” Ari immediately stood up, heading towards his desk. But he looked at you one more time, causing you to frown with a smile still on your lips, goosebumps appearing on your arms in an unpleasant way.

He walked away before smiling at you, bowing his head. He gave you one more glance but the way he kept glancing at you made you feel uncomfortable, the pit of your stomach burning with such an iffy feeling.

You shook your head to snap out of it before going back to do your work, wishing that time went by quickly so you could spend time with Jimin.

And much to your luck, time went by very quickly.

When you walked towards the main lobby and saw Jimin’s guards, about to head towards them, you were stopped by the same figure who made you uncomfortable not so long ago.

“Hi?” You questioned as Daeseong smiled at you, holding onto his bag. “Did you need anything?”

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded his head out of response. “I was wondering if…” he seemed to struggle letting out his words, “if Ari is seeing anyone since you two are friends.”

“She is single,” you smiled, feeling a bit relaxed but still having that feeling. You glanced at Jimin’s guards and they spotted you, heading your way. “But, I have to go. It was nice meeting you!”

You walked away but his hand reached for your wrist, stopping you. Jimin’s head guard immediately stepped in, taking away his hand from you. Daeseong eyed the guards before turning to look at you again, a smile forming on his lips.

“Sorry,” he backed away. “Just ask Ari if you can send me her number. I want to get to know her better.”

“She comes early for work so you can ask her then,” you gently told him, feeling less anxious now that you knew someone that Jimin trusted was by your side. “I would ask her right now but I have to go somewhere. Though, it was nice to meet you! See you.”

You walked away hurriedly with the guard and he looked down at you. “Are you okay, miss?”

“Do you get a weird feeling from him?” You asked, frown deepening more as you glanced at the figure over your shoulder, seeing him standing there, watching you.

“I do,” the guard nodded and you remembered his name as Jae, knowing that Jimin had called him that over the phone. “I’ll let Mr. Park know about his new employee.”

You hummed and he and the others led you to the car waiting for you. You went in after he opened the door and he headed towards his seat in the front.

Heading towards Jimin’s restaurant, you let out a sigh, worried now about why you were feeling that way about Daeseong even though he’d only been there for a couple of hours.

But you waved it off, shaking your head to get rid of his face from your mind.

You cleared your throat, looking down at your hands. You eyed the jewelry that was given and relaxed a little, breathing in and out.

“We will take you inside, Ms. Y/n,” Jae spoke, glancing at you. You looked at him. “Mr. Park doesn’t want us to leave you.”

“Thank you.”

As you arrived at Serendipity, you got helped out of the car like Jimin usually does. You headed inside the restaurant, ignoring the looks of those waiting outside for their turn.

You got taken to the table for you and Jimin and you continued to block out the stares of men and women situated in their own reserved tables. You sighed and rubbed your palms on your thighs, hoping to calm down your jittering hands.

“Hello,” a waiter appeared and you smiled at noticing that they seemed a bit calmer than usual. “Mr. Park wanted you to try this dish while he comes here so you won’t wait for too long.”

You nodded and got served a plate. “Thank you.”

But you sat there after a while, looking down at your phone to glance at the time. And you sat there and sat there, sighs escaping your lips once in a while, until a fight broke out. A couple against another couple, fists and slaps thrown here and there until security had to step in. But for your sake and safety, Jae and another guard came to get you.

“We need to go,” he rapidly told you. You nodded and got out of the booth and were back to being surrounded by security. “Mr. Park isn’t answering. Guards went to check on him so I have to wait for a response to know he’s okay. I’m sure he didn’t mean to be late.”

“I hope so,” you breathed out and got inside the car, staring at the restaurant and the people kicked out.

They drove off and headed towards your house, making sure to leave a couple of men behind to keep watch as they eyed a man not so far staring into your home.

There was too much going on and you were worn out, mentally and physically. You just needed Jungkook and Taehyung, who always were there to make sure you were okay while talking about their childhood.

“Hello?” Jungkook answered as soon as the phone rang.

“Hi, Jungkook.”

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, a smile on his face as he remembered Jimin’s words and how he was going to admit his feelings to you. “How was your date with Jimin?”

“Well, he didn’t show up,” you admitted and there was a pause, his breathing not even heard. “Is he okay?”

“He didn’t show up?”

“No,” you shook your head before shrugging. “I mean, I don’t mind as long as he’s okay. I had to be taken out of the restaurant, though, because a fight broke out and I don’t know if Jimin might’ve appeared.”

“A fight?” He frowned, his face hardening at the thought of you hurt. “Did you get hurt?” He let out a sigh of relief, though, when you let out a small ‘no’ at his question. “Okay, then. I’ll head over. Taehyung is… dealing with some business so it’ll be me. That okay?” You hummed. “Okay. I’ll let you know what happened to Jimin as soon as I hear what happened, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Okay, baby,” he hurried to put on a shirt and putting on his shoes, slipping them on while the other hand held his phone. “I’ll be there in a bit. Make sure the guards are taking care of—”

A buzz made you pull your phone away from your ear, a number appearing. You would’ve ignored it if it weren’t for the name after.

You opened it, ignoring Jungkook’s calls for you.

And there it was, a message from the dearest Nabi. A simple, “Heyy, Jimin let me know you had a date today but, I had to keep him behind for some stuff. Hope that’s okay :)” made your chest hurt.

“So,” you spoke, your throat closing up and you cursed yourself for feeling so emotional. Jimin could do as he pleased, “Nabi just texted me saying that Jimin is with her.”

There was silence again and Jungkook let out a harsh sigh. “I’ll be there asap.”

He hung up and you ignored the message, getting to cleaning some parts of your house as a way to distract yourself. You couldn’t let Nabi get the satisfaction that her message hurt you in a way. Jimin isn’t yours. Yes, you like him, but it wasn’t something that you should let affect you.

So when Jungkook comes over, you’ll cuddle with him and watch movies and go to sleep, maybe order out.

“Miss,” the door opened and you saw Jae there, a stoic expression on his face. “Mr. Jeon advised us to keep you some company inside so no one will get in.”

You nodded and continued cleaning, his presence not bothering you in the slightest, but the silence was indeed bothering you.

“Mr. Jae,” you spoke, “do you have a family?”

He was caught off-guard by you speaking to him but he nodded. “I do. I have a wife and two kids, a 15-year-old girl and a 12-year-old boy.”

You smiled as he answered your question, and then did you create small conversation with him, getting go know the one who took care of all the boys, rotating between the 7 and today, it was Jimin.

You two continued to talk, getting to know the personal life of the man and eyeing the way he seemed to lighten up when he spoke about his wife and kids.

A knock broke you two out of your thoughts and mid-convo and Jungkook and Namjoon walked in, heading your way, and you waved at Jae as he walked out, giving you three privacy. But, Namjoon had stopped him, wanting details as to what happened, and they both went outside.

Jungkook hugged you as soon as he reached you, his hands traveling down the back of your legs to prop you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“We’ll go on a date tomorrow, yeah?” He whispered in your ear, you nodded as his hands rubbed up and down your thighs. “I’ll spoil the fuck out of you. Whatever you want.”

You chuckle and shook your head. “Stop spoiling me.”

“But, my love language is gift giving,” he whined a little and you snorted. “It will make me happy. Don’t you like it when I’m happy?”

“You can’t use that against me,” you groan, pulling away as he placed you back on the floor. He smirked at you and then did you give in, trying so hard not to eye the way the shirt he was wearing hugged him so tightly and his arms flexed simultaneously as he still had them wrapped around your waist. “Fine. I’ll let you spoil me if… I get to give you gifts, too.”

He smiled in satisfaction, hands traveling underneath the hem of your shirt, thumbs rubbing the skin.

“Deal. We’ll go tomorrow.”

You two stood there for a few seconds before Namjoon came back from being outside. He looked like he had been woken up, face swollen, and hair disheveled.

“I’m sorry for Jimin leaving you alone, beautiful,” Namjoon said, hugging you next. You hugged him and you had to ignore the way you could feel his muscles under the shirt, too, relishing in the warmth of his body. “We tried calling him but he hasn’t responded. We have to wait until he comes home, which you’re doing. You’re coming home with me.”

“I-” You looked at him with a confused. “Why? What’s going on?”

“I want you to be better protected tonight,” Namjoon answered. “All of the things that have been happening, they shouldn’t be a coincidence. Nabi, the restaurant, the person staring at you outside. You’re coming with us so we could protect you more, okay?”

You sighed and nodded slowly. “Okay.” You, however, thought back to your co-worker. “Wait, what about the new person working in my division?”

“What about him?” Jungkook immediately stood straight at the mention of the man.

“It’s just… I get a bad feeling about him. He stopped me from leaving to tell him if Ari is single or not. When I tried to leave, he grabbed me until Jae had to step in.”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Jungkook breathed out, running a hand over his hair. “I told you, double background check.”

Namjoon glanced at Jungkook before eyeing you. “Hey, I’ll check in on him, again, okay? But I can’t promise you anything. I’ll up your security. You’re going to need it, especially since you’ve been seen hanging out with us.”

“This is all just overwhelming,” you admitted and they both nodded, agreeing that if they were in your shoes, they, too, would be incredibly overwhelmed.

“Listen, let just go and grab anything you need, okay? We’ll take you to work and we’ll drop you off wherever you need.”

You nodded and went to grab your things, heading towards the two as soon as everything was packed securely in your bag.

It wasn’t long before you made it to their home. You were shocked per se, as their house was huge, especially the garden they had. The gate in front was heavily guarded by so many men. You were shocked but you were also heavily tired so you left off the comments out of awe for later.

You don’t remember much but you got taken to a room, where Jungkook had carried you in, laying by your side. Namjoon had also stayed, his body much more warmer than Jungkook’s.

When Jimin came home, he was fuming. He was angry and it was with Nabi and himself.

“Where have you been?” Hoseok asked as soon as he eyed the person coming into view in the living room. “You left Y/n alone.”

“Nabi threatened to kill her,” Jimin spat out, taking off his blazer in an angry matter and throwing it against the couch harshly. “I had to stay behind while she spoke all this shit and saying she knows where she lives and that if I left to be with her, she already had someone in my restaurant looking for her.”

“Where’s Nabi?” Hoseok asked as Jimin continued to throw off everything out of rage. “Jimin.”

“I killed her,” Jimin replied. “I had to. She fucking ruined everything I had planned just because she believed she still owns us? Yeah, I wasn’t going to let her live. Not when she threaten Y/n and you guys.”

“Where’s her body?” Hoseok questioned, standing up as he prepared to make sure no evidence was left behind.

“It’s in the back of the car I came in,” Jimin said, fists clenching and unclenching. “It’s still in the front.”

Hoseok nodded before he looked at Jimin. “If you explain the situation to Y/n, she won’t be mad. But, let her know it had nothing to do with her.”

“I’ll go tomorrow to her house.”

“She’s actually here,” Jimin’s head snapped towards Hoseok who was already heading out. “She’s sleeping with Namjoon and Jungkook. Try to convince one of them to switch places with you.”

“I will.”

Combined Beings (xiii.v)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, a bit of mature content ( English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

“Jimin.”

Silence

“Jimin.”

Another beat of silence.

“Jimin!”

Said man groaned at coming back to consciousness, swatting away the person at fault who was trying to wake him up from his sleep. He snuggled his head closer to the pillow by his face and was falling back asleep if it weren’t for the fact that his blanket was taken off.

“What?” He snapped, looking at the culprit. Taehyung stood there, glaring at him for his attitude. “I’m sorry. What’s wrong?”

“We have the day off today,” Taehyung told him, sitting on the edge of the bed while he faced him. A sigh escaped his lips as Hoseok words lingered in his head. “So, Hobi told me what happened.”

Jimin groaned as he sat up, his eyes adjusting to the sunlight peaking through the gaps of the curtains. “Fucking Nabi got on my nerves, threatened to kill flower if we were even seen going out with her. She deserved it.”

Taehyung chuckled and shook his head. “I believe so, too. But, hopefully, you did it when nobody was in the building?” Jimin nodded. “Okay. In the meantime, I’m sure you have to apologize to someone in the garden.”

“She’s still here?” Jimin breathed out and Taehyung nodded. “Why didn’t you start with that one, Tae? I need to apologize.”

“You immediately gave me attitude!” Taehyung retorted with a loud tone, a scoff escaping his lips as he watched Jimin’s hands splattered with dots of blood. “wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of letting you know that she was still here. If you kept giving me attitude, I would’ve gone back out there and cuddled the shit out of her, which reminds me…”

Taehyung glanced at Jimin before running out of the room, heading towards you. Jimin stared after his retreating figure, rolling his eyes and going to the bathroom to shower to get rid of the blood still stained on his skin. He would’ve showered last night but as soon as he saw his bed, his body landed on it and then did he fall into a deep slumber.

Now, though, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He hasn’t stopped. Not when Nabi threatened to kill, not then could he stop thinking about you. He loved thinking about you.

“You guys have such a beautiful garden,” you breathed out, watching the greenery in front of you since Jin decided to show you it. “It’s so gorgeous.”

“Want to help me?” Jin brought up some garden tools and knowing that you two loved the feeling of dirt, he didn’t dare bring gloves. Not right now. “Come on.”

You smiled and followed after him, getting to business.

Jimin finally headed towards the kitchen where everyone was silently eating, laughter heard from afar and the sound made his head snap towards where it came from.

He got closer and stood by the door leading to the garden, eyeing you and Jin as the two of you laughed in synch. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest as he admired the way the sun illuminated you both, smiles shining even brighter.

“She looks so beautiful, huh?” Jungkook appeared next to him and Jimin hummed. “You not being there hurt her, you know?” Jim stayed quiet as Jungkook continued to speak. “Namjoon and I had to bring her back here because someone was watching her home and some people fought in your restaurant when she was alone.”

“I know, Nabi let me know they worked with her,” Jimin frowned at the mention of you being in danger. This was another reason as to why he was grateful for the fact he killed Nabi. “Did you find out who the people were?”

“They’re being brought in.”

Jimin nodded before he looked at you again, his frown still evident as he mentally beat himself up for not being there for you. He should’ve been there. You would’ve been much safer and he would’ve been able to kill those who made you feel in danger and even put you in danger.

Jin glanced at him, noticing that he was thinking hard while his eyes were set on yours. He stood up from beside you, excusing himself, and heading towards the youngest.

“This is your chance now to fix your mistake,” Jin softly glared at Jimin who didn’t need to be told twice, already making his way to you as soon as the words escaped his mouth.

“Baby,” he mumbled, catching your attention. You looked at him as soon as you heard his voice and he could tell that you didn’t feel like talking to him by the way you paid attention to the flowers more than him. “Flower, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t even know why I’m mad at you,” you muttered, gaze stuck on the flowers in front of you. “It hurt so much that after we made up, we wanted to go out, and I don’t get a single message from you when I waited for hours. Instead, I get a message from Nabi telling me you’re with her after Jungkook let you know what she told me. It’s almost as if her words came true.”

He stared at the way you didn’t dare look at him. He sighed. “Baby… I had to kill Nabi.” You stopped your movements. “I wouldn’t have told you but, I need to explain why I wasn’t there with you and was with her instead.” You still hadn’t moved. He took it as his chance to continue. “She threatened to kill you if we hung out with you and that’s why a fight broke out in my club and why there was someone in front of your house. She had her people look after you.”

“She wanted to kill me?” You breathed out, a frown now appearing on your face.

“If I hadn’t killed her, she would’ve killed you first,” Jimin explained before he grabbed your dirty hands, making you turn to him. “She found your phone number because she had found it on the work website, which reminds me that I need to tell Hobi to get rid of that. We can’t have you in danger now, can we?”

“Does she have any family?” Jimin shook his head at your question and you couldn’t help but still feel bad for the woman. “That’s… sad.”

Jimin hummed before he placed a hand on your cheek. “I am sorry. I was looking forward for our date and just to hang out with you and spend time with you. Nabi ruined everything I had planned because… We just need to talk tonight. Me and you, okay?”

“Okay, Jimin, I forgive you,” you smiled at him and he smiled, too, leaning in to give you a kiss on the forehead. But, your smile wiped from your face when you remembered something. “Actually, I can’t tonight. I have a “date” with Ari. She wanted to hang out yesterday but, I told her I had lunch with you.”

“Why don’t you invite her over?” Jimin suggested, shrugging his shoulders. “We have a movie theater or I can give you my card so you can go to the mall.”

Your eyes slightly widened at his words and shook your head. “I am not taking your card.”

“I’ll just give it to Ari because I know she’s a great friend who’d want you to spoil yourself,” Jimin chuckled and you gave him a playful glare. “I’m being serious. You’re taking it.”

“I’m not.”

“Then, I’m calling Ari,” Jimin said, grabbing his phone. You looked at him confusedly and he hid his smile, “and I have her phone number.”

You gasped before trying to get rid of the phone. As it rang, Jimin looked at Jungkook who came over. “Jin wanted me to—”

“Grab her hand so I can tell Ari something!” Jimin rushed out and Jungkook nodded, hands coming to grab yours from behind. A single hand held both your wrists while the other slithered around your waist.

“Be still, baby,” he mumbled in your ear and you followed his words, both of you listening to Jimin.

“Hey, Ari, it’s Jimin,” he smirked at you as you stayed quiet, knowing that arguing would make him spoil you more. “Mr. Park? Yes, it’s me… I’m calling because I want to take flower out but she let me know she has plans with you… No, I’m not stealing her, no, you know what? I am! But, I’m willing to make you an offer.”

“Is he trying to spoil you?” Jungkook whispered in your ear and you nodded, listening. “Good.”

“I want her to spoil herself,” Jimin continued, “and I told her that she can take you to the mall or bring you here to our house. But, if you do go to the mall, you will be given my card… Yes, it’s a black card… You want to talk to her? Okay.” He innocently smiled at you. “It’s for you.”

Jungkook let go of your hands, but still kept the one around your waist as you grabbed the phone. “Hello?”

“Get the black card!” Your friend automatically yelled. “It’s a once in a lifetime and It’s time for you to spend some money on yourself since you always spend money on me.”

“It makes me feel like I’m using them, though,” you mumbled and the two men glanced at one another before looking at you.

“Babe, they know you’re not using them,” Ari reassured you. “They know that. They’re offering and that means they want to spoil you. They wouldn’t have called me if they don’t want you to spoil yourself using their money.”

You sighed and looked at Jimin from under your lashes, shaking your head. “Fine… Call Eunji, too. That woman needs a shopping spree.”

“On it.”

“Tell them they need to come here,” Jimin said, making you pause. “My security will take you and be with you. We have to be careful still. We don’t know if there’s more people who Nabi hired.”

You nodded and Ari hummed. “Jimin said to tell you and Eunji to come to their house, he’s going to send the address, because security is going to take us and be with us.”

“Oh, my God,” Ari breathed out, “we’re going to have security come with us…?”

“Yes.”

“We’re gonna look so intimidating!” Ari exclaimed and Jungkook, who was still behind you, heard her loud voice. “Okay, okay. Eunji said she’s down and we’re gonna get there in a bit. I’ll get ready. Bye! Love you! And let Mr. Park know I said thank you.”

She hung up before you could let out a single word and passed the phone to Jimin. “Thank goodness I packed clothes.”

“I mean,” Jungkook spoke with a teasing tone, “you could’ve borrowed some of my clothes. Jin told me how you were wearing my shirt and even sent a picture. I loved it.”

Your face heated up and Jimin chuckled, watching as you immediately walked away towards the kitchen. “I’m going to go eat and then get ready…”

Jungkook smirked to himself as he saw your retreating figure, eyes raking themselves up and down. “If you don’t admit your feelings, I will. I can’t stand not being able to kiss her and feel everything.”

“No, I’ll confess first,” Jimin playfully pushed him before their pushing turned into trying to see who dropped who on the ground first. “I want to go eat with her!”

“You could never compare to how warm she is when we cuddle,” Jungkook smiled, playing with his lip ring as Jimin continued to push him. “Also, what happened to Nabi’s body?”

“Hobi burnt it,” Jimin answered and they both completely stopped in their tracks during that moment. “He was awake when I let him know what I had done so he dealt with it.”

“Also,” Jungkook placed his hands on his hips, breathing in and out a little as he bit his bottom lip, “we need to deal with the new worker.”

“Why?” Jimin furrowed his brows.

“He touched her,” Jungkook explained, the two of them eyeing you as you spoke with Yoongi and Hoseok, laughing with them as you three shared food. “When she tried to leave, he grabbed her wrist, wouldn’t let go until Jae noticed and then did the bitch let go.”

Jimin hummed and hid his anger when he and the youngest entered their house. “We can’t fire him. But, we need a background check, everything. I want you to call Mr. Jeong from the police station. He owes us.”

Jungkook nodded. “Results are coming in later. It was hard to track down the man’s past. Almost as if they got erased.”

“What does flower think about him?” Jimin asked, making sure you were okay with what they would do to the guy or not.

“Well, she was actually the one who let us know about him,” Jungkook answered, scratching his tattooed bicep. “Said she felt uncomfortable being around him or just seeing him. He made her paranoid.”

“I want him to be checked on,” Jimin instructed, continuing to watch you. “I’m being serious. We can’t let her get hurt. She’s very precious. I know we can’t exactly prevent any small accidents, but we could at least prevent others from hurting her. I don’t care if we have to kill half of everyone in our company, either. As long as she’s in a safe place.”

Jungkook nodded his head, agreeing with his partner’s words. “I’m just thankful she cooperated well and our security, too, and we got to bring her to a safe place. Knowing how crazy Nabi was, she might’ve hired more than one person after her.”

“And ruthless people, too,” Jimin mumbled. Namjoon stood next to them.

“We have the ones at the restaurant who fought in the basement and the one who watched her house is also there,” he told them in a low tone, not to cause any type of suspicion from you. “They’re already talking but, we need to get her out of here just in case they realize she is here.”

“We can’t hurry up,” Jungkook said, running a hand over his short hair. “Then she will be suspicious.”

“Listen, we have to keep them shut a bit longer,” Jimin said with an annoyed look on his face as he couldn’t enjoy s but more time with you. “She’s going to get ready, go to the mall, and she’ll be gone for a while. We can keep their mouths shut more than a couple of minutes. I do not want flower to know we are killing people right under us.”

“So, in conclusion, we kill those who try to hurt her?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now hurry up and tell her you like her. I want to be next and just touch that as—”

“Jungkook!” Namjoon scolded the youngest who simply shrugged, not seeing anything wrong with his words. “Do not act so nonchalant. She’s a person, not an object.”

“I’m not saying she is,” Jungkook raised his hands mid-air. “I’m simply admiring how beautiful she is and how her body is just… oh, my God. So breathtaking.”

“I stand by that statement.”

“Get out. Both of you.”

Combined Beings (vi)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

GENRE: angst, fluff, mafia au, ceo au

WARNING: cursing, smut even (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

Okay, be safe and turn on your location so I can see where you’re at, just in case they’re not who they say they are.”

You chuckled at Ari’s worry, watching her as she placed a hand on her hip, squinting her eyes at you. You sighed.

“My location is already shared with you,” you reassured her with a small smile etched on your face. She nodded and pressed the button for you on the elevator. “I’ll be careful, I promise.”

“And if they try anything, call us and we’ll be there immediately,” Eunji sternly spoke, causing you to nod at their words. “And we mean it. We’re excited for you to eat lunch with them but it’s also important for you to be aware of any danger, okay?”

“Okay,” you etched on a serious frown on your face, pursing your lips to seem even more serious. They slapped your arms and you laughed. “Okay, okay, I know. I’ll keep you guys updated about anything, okay? Don’t worry.”

“You better.”

The elevator doors opened and you went in, waving enthusiastically at your friends who waved back with the same energy as you. You got out of the elevator at getting to Jimin’s floor, walking out towards his office while curtly waving at his assistant who looked not too happy to see you.

You walked into Jimin’s office, coming to see his figure already grabbing his blazer and putting it on. He turned to look at you as soon as he heard the door open, smiling at coming to see you.

“You made it just on time,” he smiled before gesturing you forward. You did so, sticking your arms out as his fingers immediately went around them, eyes sternly burning themselves intensely to see if you had gotten hurt. You thankfully hadn’t. Iseul was too quiet today. “How was your day, flower?”

“It was pretty quiet,” you answered just as softly as he touched you. “But it was great. Ari and I finished paperwork after paperwork and we just talked about how her mom packed me lunch again. Though, we got a bit worried because Iseul hadn’t bothered us at all today.”

“That’s good news, though, right?” He looked at you and you frowned, shaking your head. “You’re afraid that the silence might mean something?” You nodded and he frowned next, grabbing your chin that had your breath hitch in your throat. “Hey, listen, call me immediately if anything happens, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt, especially if she’s doing it under my nose. I’ll add in my phone number later on after dinner.”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to even speak. He chuckled a little at your obvious nervousness, letting his hand drop towards your hand. He grabbed it.

“Let’s go,” he spoke. “I’m sure the boys are already waiting for us.”

You two walked out of his office, and you quickly wrapped your hand around his arm, hiding behind his arm when you came to see his assistant staring at you. His hand tightened against your own, thumb rubbing against the back of your hand.

“Where are we going by the way?” You asked him as he pressed the floor to the main lobby.

“I actually do not have a clue,” Jimin answered. He passed you the phone he had been staring at, making you eye the messages he had been sent by Taehyung. “He said it’s a surprise. Though, judging by how he’s the one planning this, he’s going to take us to the restaurant he owns.”

“He owns a restaurant?” You gaped at him and Jimin nodded, putting his phone away to pay attention to you.

“He does,” he replied. “It’s right near here, almost 20-25 minutes away, I think. It’s the new restaurant, Stigma. Taehyung had learned about that word and became obsessed with it so, he named his restaurant that.”

You slightly laughed a little. “That’s cute.”

Jimin smiled down at you, your eyes already wandering around. You got distracted very easily, he noted.

When the doors opened, four men immediately headed towards you two, surrounding you both. You went the opposite way of the entrance, walking down the hallway that led to the parking lot. There was a car awaiting you two and the man in front opened it, making Jimin step back a little and helping you into the car.

He got in right after, his hand still clasped in yours. He never wanted to let go. You, on the other hand, were anxious. He was in a relationship. You shouldn’t be holding the hand of a taken man. You didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, much less his partners.

So, you leaned down and pretended to fix your shoe, allowing your hand to leave his grasp.

“Jungkook has already arrived at the restaurant,” Jimin said as soon as you leaned back, staring out the window. “They’re just waiting for us. Also, don’t be scared of the bodyguards. I’m sure you understand it’s for safety measures.”

You nodded. “Of course. I understand, don’t worry.” He patted your leg and you gulped a little. “Also, is it still okay to call Mr. Min, Mr. Kim, and Mr. Jeon by their last names? I feel rude to call them by their first.”

“Whatever makes you comfortable, flower.”

You relaxed against your seat at his words, ignoring the way your hand ached to be in his again. You wanted him to grab it, to rub his thumb on the back of your hand, to squeeze it and place it on top of his thigh. But, you knew that if you were his partner, you would not like it if he held the hand of another person that wasn’t you.

You two arrived to the restaurant and Jimin was right about the location. After all, Jungkook had confirmed his words, stating that they were eating at Stigma.

You both got out and headed inside the place, ignoring the way people glanced at you both. You hurried along Jimin’s long strides, feeling uncomfortable at the way women and men looked at you up and down.

Once you made it to the back of the restaurant, thankfully, where the others sat at, had much more privacy. Their table was farther away and no one could even glance at them. That made you feel a bit better.

“Y/n,” Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jungkook immediately said, greeting you before they turned to Jimin, each one kissing his cheek while he smiled brightly. “We were waiting for you two.”

“Figured you’d bring us here,” Jimin glanced at Taehyung, letting you slide to sit beside Jungkook. He sat next to you as soon as he saw you sat. “Boosts your ego a bit to see how many people are eating here, huh?”

Taehyung smiled. “You know it does.” He turned his attention towards you and the others turned to look at you, too. “Thank you for being here with us. Don’t worry about paying. It’s on me.”

“Aren’t you the boss of this restaurant?” Yoongi pointed out and Taehyung glanced at him before looking at you with a smile spread on his lips.

“Just don’t worry about paying.”

You smiled a little. “Okay.”

“How was work?” Yoongi asked you. They all turned to you, their attention not daring to waver away from you.

“It was good,” you responded, feeling nervous at the fact that their gazes wouldn’t move away from you. “Um, there wasn’t a lot of work to be done today and if there was, I would finish it. It was pretty relaxing.”

“That’s good to hear,” Jungkook hummed, looking down at you and you gulped at the way a strand of hair fell on his forehead. “You haven’t been having issues with your co-workers?”

“Not today,” you shook your head. “I haven’t gotten hurt ever since Jimin fired Minjun. Iseul and the others tend to… throw me words but, it’s—”

“Mr. Kim, I’m going to be your server for today…” the man who stepped forward to get your orders, stopped mid-sentence at coming to see that all of them were glaring at him. You minded your business, looking down at the menu in front of you. “Just wave at me when you’re ready.”

He quickly scurried away and you looked after his retreating figure with a confused expression. You frowned and Jimin patted your thigh.

“Continue, flower.”

“Oh,” you said before clearing your throat and continuing off, “um, I was just saying that I haven’t had anyone bothering me in any type of way.”

“I was telling her that as soon as someone, or Iseul to be specific, is bothering her, to text me,” Jimin explained. “I was thinking it would be nice for her to have our contact information just in case I’m not available.”

“Yeah, just give us your phone after dinner,” Yoongi nodded. Then others nodded in agreement and they finally waved the waiter over. The poor man was shaking as he lifted his notepad, making sure he wrote down what you wanted since the men surrounding you stared him down.

He left quickly after, bringing you and Jimin some drinks since you two came later.

“I’m surprised you invited me to dinner,” you started, looking at each of them, eyes meeting theirs. “I mean, I’m not someone of your status.”

Jungkook chuckled lowly beside you, his gaze on the cup he held in the hand adorned with tattoos. “We don’t really care about anyone’s status, Y/n.”

“We simply invited you,” Taehyung gestured to himself and Yoongi, “because we see how nice you treat our Jimin here.” You looked at Jimin as he smiled, looking down at his lap. “It’s very hard for us to make friends without people wanting money or more from us. We can’t speak to other women without them trying to get in our pants or flirt with us. It’s tiring.”

“So, you took me out to dinner because… I respect you as a human being, too?” You tilted your head curiously at them, small laughter and chuckles escaping their lips.

“Basically,” Taehyung nodded, agreeing to your words. “You see us as people and though we are your bosses, you still respect as people and not as objects waiting to be grabbed and basically harassed.”

“There was this worker once,” Yoongi began and you paid attention to him, “and she basically sat on my lap because I was “attractive” as she worded it. I couldn’t move her, not when cameras were on us and were encouraging her. It’s unusual to come across a girl or a guy without them wanting to take advantage of us, which they wouldn’t be able to do.”

“Well, I would never do that to you guys,” your brows were furrowed as you glanced at each one. “I mean, it’s just harassment what they do to you all like you don’t have feelings. I’m sorry you have to go through that.”

Jimin softly smiled beside you and the others looked at you before looking at him. He nodded and the table quieted down, watching you thank the waiter who brought the food.

Jungkook kept his gaze on your hand, rings adorning some fingers here and there. He eyed the vibrant pink bandaid over your white blouse, eyeing his own pink bandaid that was placed over the wound by his tattoos. He smiled to himself as he got to eating.

It wasn’t long before you all started speaking again. Well, it wasn’t long before they started speaking again. You were silently eating, admiring the scenery of the restaurant that had darker tones with not so bright lights. You liked the jazz music playing in the background and the way there were small murmurs. Though, the silence was long gone when a man and his friends came in, causing a ruckus.

Jimin and Jungkook both placed their hands on your thighs, the bodyguards for them immediately standing closer to you all for protection. Taehyung and Yoongi glared at the group of people, simply the men and women chose the wrong day to disrupt their dinner, especially when they had you there.

“Sir, they won’t leave,” a different nervous waiter hurried to tell Taehyung the news, staring at the group. “They claim they know the boss of this place.”

Taehyung eyed the people, not recognizing them. He turned to look at you all before his eyes set on your nervous figure, clearly anxious with the situation. Jimin and Jungkook gave him a look, feeling your shaky hands reaching to grab theirs under the table.

“I’ll be right back,” Taehyung spoke up, leaving his blazer behind. Yoongi followed after him, but Jungkook stopped him.

“I’ll go with him.”

Yoongi nodded and Jimin glanced at him, making sure his own gun was still by his waist, hidden away from you but closer to him for easy access.

“Flower,” Jimin sang your name, catching your attention as you looked at the group of people starting a fight with Taehyung’s restaurant security, “look at me.” You looked at him and he smiled reassuringly at you. “They’re gonna handle it, don’t worry, okay? We won’t let them hurt you or touch you in any way.”

“Just continue eating your food,” Yoongi called out, gesturing towards the food you left untouched. “They’ll be able to handle it.”

“Okay…”

You ate your food as they continued to talk. You hoped Taehyung and Jungkook were able to handle it. They seemed pretty pissed off when they headed over there but, you assumed the group of people will just be kicked out.

“Why am I being told you’re telling others you know me?” Taehyung appeared in front of the man who had been taken in the back of the restaurant, farther away from everyone. Farther away from you.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” the man shrugged, clearly not knowing who Taehyung was. Though, the man started to become nervous when he saw two friends of his being brought in, held by two men wearing all black. Jungkook came in and the man gulped at the tattoo sleeve, the earring on his lip, the serious expression on his face, and his fists painted with blood that belonged to his friends. The friends that stayed by his side while the others were told to leave.

“You came in on a bad day,” Taehyung stood in front of him, knife held between his fingers. “You see, my partners are here for the first time and there’s this girl. Well, you could only imagine the anger I felt once she started shaking out of fear when you and your friends came to bother.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the man’s friend beside him immediately apologized, shaking like a leaf in the cold. “Please, it was his idea not ours.”

“And what was his idea?” Jungkook glared at him, his attention then wavering onto the other friend with the buzz cut who had spoken.

“He wanted to come here and steal from you, sir,” he explained and the man in front of Taehyung shook out of anger for his friends betrayal. “He was going to claim he knew you and then have us get rid of the guards.”

Taehyung’s head snapped towards the man, the knife inching towards his face. “Let them go. Pay them the money they need to shut them up.”

The guards nodded and took away the men, who let out a small sigh of relief. Though, they were to be shot and killed for money wouldn’t quiet them.

“What’s your name?” Jungkook mumbled loud enough for the man to hear.

“Daejung,” the man replied.

“Now, Daejung,” Taehyung sarcastically smiled at him and Daejung wondered how a good-looking man like him could be so sinister, “I’m going to kill you quickly. I have a dinner to get back to and you ruined it. I have the perfect men and a perfect girl waiting for me, for us, and you and your little friends ruined everything I had planned.”

“No, no, please, I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Taehyung snapped, his eyes holding such anger in them that Jungkook had placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. He did. “But you still need to face the consequences.”

Before the man could continuing spewing plea’s, Taehyung shot him in the head, humming with satisfaction at the body falling on the floor.

“Here,” Jungkook breathed out, passing him a couple of wet napkins in order to wipe away any remaining droplets of blood on his face. They both wiped anything that showed their actions and left the room with their guards getting rid of the body and the other ones.

“Are you okay?”

Taehyung smiled as soon as he heard your voice, watching as Jungkook sat next to you again.

“We’re okay,” Taehyung said, sitting down. “How was the food by the way?” Your eyes continued to wander around and Jungkook simply patted your thigh, making you look at him. He looked at Taehyung who chuckled. “I’m talking to you, y/n.”

“Well, it was hard to eat while I was worried about you two,” you awkwardly played with your food, not daring to look at the expressions on their faces. But Taehyung couldn’t wipe away the smile on his face while Jungkook had a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Do not start teasing.”

“We won’t, we won’t,” Taehyung and Jimin looked at one another before Taehyung laughed a little. “You were worried. That’s so cute.”

“This is the last dinner I’m going to attend with you.”

After dinner, Jimin had made sure you get home and now, your boss knows where you live.

The morning after, you woke up rather confused, not even knowing when you fell asleep. Of course, you woke up way before your alarm was supposed to ring which caused you to lay in bed, reminiscing about the events that happened yesterday.

You woke up and did what you needed, getting ready for work. You were grateful to just have time without rushing. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you noticed your face, your body, the way your body looked in the clothes you were wearing, and you were so close to turning around, heading to your closet, and change out of them, when you received a message.

Jimin 😁: Morning flower, don’t forget to stop by as soon as you come to work. I’ll be waiting

You smiled at the message and texted him back immediately, letting him know you’ll be there like you have been doing for the past two weeks, which was hard to leave it has been.

As you walked into the building after some time, you headed towards the elevator and pressed on Jimin’s floor, eyeing the time to make sure you haven’t come early.

You made it to the floor and walked out, making sure to curtly wave at Jimin’s assistant who made sure to give you her normal glare that you always tried to ignore. You were simply being nice to her.

“Good morning, flower,” Jimin greeted you as soon as you opened the door, a smile lifted on his lips. You smiled back at him, closing the door behind you.

“Good morning, Jimin,” you said, lifting your arms. He took away the Barbie band-aid and hummed in satisfaction once he saw that the wound you had been given was slowly disappearing. The bruise had been gone yesterday before dinner and it was barely seen now.

“You’re good to go,” he said, dropping his hands from your arm. “Don’t forget that you have my phone number, I have yours. I will check up on you. The others have it, too, and will check up on you, too. They already saved their contacts on your phone.”

“Okay, thank you,” you slightly bowed. “But I’ll be going now, I need to speak to Ari and Eunji.”

“Ah, yes,” Jimin nodded, staring at his iPad before smirking, “tell them about how dinner went yesterday.”

“I-“ his smirk grew once he heard you. He heard you scoff. “We are not going to talk about that.”

“Mhm, sure.”

“Be quiet,” you shushed him before opening the door. “Have a good day, I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, flower. Have a good day.”

“Bye.”

You went into the elevator again, pressing on the button of the floor you worked on. You stepped out as soon as it stopped, your eyes looking for Ari and Eunji who were already waving you over. You hurried to them, holding onto your bag.

“How was it? Tell us everything!” They both rushed out, grabbing your arms and pulling you into Eunji’s office, closing the door behind them so you could all have some privacy. They sat you down and stood in front of you, waiting for some details, but you were still processing the fact the way they just threw you onto the chair. “What happened?”

“Not even a good morning or anything,” you shook your head, staring at them. They hurried you again. “Fine, fine. It went… great. I’m not even gonna lie… I might’ve developed a crush on all of them.” They both gasped. “I thought it might’ve been the fact that they were giving me attention, but they’re such nice guys. I felt so… protected when I was with them.”

“What happened during dinner?”

“Well, Jimin and I went to his car and we got driver at the restaurant Mr. Kim owns,” you started to explain to your overly enthusiastic friends, “the younger Kim. We got there and I saw Mr. Min, Mr. Jeon, and Mr. Kim already waiting for us so we sat. They asked me about my day, I spoke, a waiter came and interrupted me, they glared at him for no reason, waiter left, they told me to continue, I did, ordered food, a group of people came and started causing arguments and some even started to fight with security. It was scary. Thankfully, Jimin and Jungkook sat by me so they tried to comfort me by placing their hands on my thighs.”

“That’s so hot,” Ari commented, her eyes wide and mouth agape as she continued to hear you.

“And Jungkook and Mr. Kim left to deal with the guys and Jimin reassured me that they won’t let the men touch me or hurt me in any way, which totally gave me butterflies,” you continued, your own cheeks and face flushing at recounting what had happened. “Jungkook and Mr. Kim came back, and they started teasing me because I was worried about the two, and yeah… that’s what happened. Oh! And then Jimin dropped me off at my house but nothing happened.”

“Oh, my God,” Eunji blinked, processing what you had told her and Ari, who was wearing the same expression as her. “They totally have a thing for you.”

You snorted. “They think of me as a friend and I don’t mind. I so far like having them as friends.”

“You’re gonna end up with them,” Ari breathed out, clearly freaking out about her friend getting such hot guys. “I’m calling it. You’re gonna be with them and I’m gonna be the godmother of your children.”

“Calm down,” you chuckled at her words. “Now, is that all you wanted to know?”

“Sadly, we have to get back to work, but we’re continuing this conversation during lunch,” Eunji pointed a pointed finger at you threateningly, squinting her eyes. “You better tell us more.”

“That was all to say,” you defended, laughing at the way they still looked shocked. “Come on, let’s get back to work.”

Lunch came just around the corner and it came very quickly. It caught you off-guard when Ari told you it was time for lunch, confusing you when you had assumed only an hour had gone by. 4 hours had gone by.

“I’m still trying to process everything,” Ari mumbled under her breath, running her hands over her hair. “I honestly never saw the day when my amazing, beautiful friend was going to have dinner with the CEOs of the company. I wonder if you’re gonna go out with the others because there’s more, huh? I’m already excited.”

You chuckled at her words. “Ari, calm down, please. Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves.”

“She’s right, y/n,” Eunji nodded at her friend’s words. “You might have lunch with the others since you already met half of the group. We’re just very happy for you.”

“Well, I’m not,” you sighed as you came to hear the shrilly voice of the one who despised you so much. Iseul. “Why are you having Dinner with Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi? Stop being creepy and stop bothering them, y/n!”

You ignored her as best as you could, but she continued to argue.

“Don’t worry, Iseul,” another worker spoke, “even if Y/n tried getting with the bosses, they wouldn’t even dare look at her when you see her stomach hanging from her pants.”

You looked down at your stomach as you stood with Ari and Eunji, about to throw your trash away, and you couldn’t help but feel agitated at the way your stomach did no such thing. It wouldn’t even be a bad thing if it did but, your stomach was barely seen because of your loose shirt underneath the blazer you had worn.

“Just leave us alone, Iseul,” you sighed. “We weren’t even doing anything to you.”

“You are doing everything to me, y/n,” she grabbed your arm and you cursed at her in your head. Why do they always aim for your arm? But, you felt a bit grateful she didn’t go for your face. “You know, my mother saw you with them and now, she wants to get rid of you and I agree! A person of your status doesn’t deserve to hang out with them.”

“Leave her alone, Iseul,” Eunji snapped at her. “I’m your supervisor, I will let Mr. Park know of what you’re doing to another employee.”

“Please, he won’t care,” Iseul rolled her eyes and you ignored the tears welling in your eyes at feeling the burning pain crossing your arm. She had very sharp nails. She smirked and looked around, your arm still in her hold. “Everyone! Y/n is trying to sleep with the bosses in order to receive a raise. She was seen hanging out with them yesterday after-hours.”

“Get a life, Iseul,” Ari glared at her, trying to take your arm away from her tight hold but, Iseul wouldn’t let go. You winced at the pain of her nails ripping the skin apart on your arm, blood starting to form. “You’re hurting her.”

“She got Minjun fired,” Iseul continued. “She’s a snitch and she’s doing this all for attention. She’s a troll and she think she’s better than all of us, obviously.”

“Aren’t you the one who thinks so, Iseul?” You breathed out, withering in her grasp. “Aren’t you the one who believed they are above us because we don’t have enough money like you do? Stop coming up with lies.”

“You deserve every insult,” Iseul glared at you. “You deserve to be called fat, a whale, a pig, because you are. Your clothes don’t fit you, y/n. Men don’t look your way because you’re too horrendous to look at. Your looks aren’t anything here because they’re non-existent. You are as ugly as they come and you will be nothing. Leave the boys alone because they… will never accept a fat girl like you.”

She let go of your arm and you winced even more, holding onto your arm while blood pooled on the palm of your hand. Eunji and Ari came to your side.

“We need to take you to Mr. Park,” Eunji mumbled, taking you to her office so you three could be farther away from everyone.

“Can you text him on my phone, please?” You asked them, hearing and feeling them immediately grabbing your phone from your pocket. They texted Jimin and made sure to text the others if they were busy because your arm was bleeding… quite a lot, surprisingly. Iseul had really sharp nails. “I swear she files them to be sharp enough.”

“Jimin said to go to his office,” Ari announced and they grabbed you, leading you towards the elevator as if they were your bodyguards. They pressed on the floor to Jimin’s and you eyed the wound.

“Are her nails knives?” You grimaced. “She made me bleed a lot.”

“She hurt you badly, y/n,” Ari frowned, making sure not to hurt you.

The elevator dinged and Jimin was already out of his office, staring at you three as soon as you came out. His eyes slightly widened at your bleeding arm and grabbed you, leading the other two inside.

“What happened?” He asked, making you sit on his chair while he grabbed his kit.

“Iseul happened, Mr. Park,” Eunji bit her nails, watching your arm. “She got pretty mad that y/n was hanging out with you and started insulting her.”

“Press on your wound, flower, please,” he gave you some things to place over your wound and you nodded, watching the way he hurried. He grabbed his phone. “Tell guards to grab Iseul in my division. They already know who she is…” He paused. “Tell them they need to kick her out. She’s fired.”

“Are you sure that’s okay?” You asked him. “It’s just… a scratch.”

“A scratch?” Jimin scoffed at your words. “Flower, that’s more than a scratch. I’m a bit more worried you might need some stitches. The wound is pretty open.”

“And she did that with nails,” Ari clenched her teeth at eyeing your pain. “You should have them take pictures of your hands and nails. They could still have blood on them.”

“Don’t worry, I had cameras installed,” Jimin said, kneeling in front of you. He grabbed your arm. “I started to have them installed once we needed evidence in order to get her fired. Now we have it and I can fire her.”

“It’s scary that she could do this with just nails,” you breathed out, watching Jimin work on your wound. “It doesn’t even seem real. Just a few minutes ago we were eating lunch and she did this.”

“Jungkook and Taehyung are coming,” Jimin told you. “They got worried because of your text messages and they want to check on you.”

“Hey, tell Taehyung I might feel better if I went to his restaurant and I tried the food,” you joked. “It was the best food.”

Jimin chuckled at your words.

“Now, flower, you know Taehyung will do anything. Just as Jungkook and I are close to doing something to Iseul. We just need to keep Jungkook away from her because he will get mad.”

“No, I don’t want drama,” you shook your head. “I’m going to get shit on so much tomorrow once everyone realizes Iseul got fired. I’m actually scared.”

“I’ll give you a guard,” Jimin looked at you, still kneeling in front of you. He grabbed your hand and Eunji and Ari noticed it looked like a proposal, if it wasnt’t for your bloodied arm. “I’m being serious.”

“I know, I know,” you breathed out. “I just would feel weird to have a bodyguard next to me.”

“Look, we’ll talk about this later. In the meantime, I need you to rest. Jungkook and Taehyung will be here shortly.”

Combined Beings (iv)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

GENRE: angst, fluff, mafia au, ceo au

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, smut even (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

Do I really have to wear this one?”

You eyed the new bandaid on your arm, a camouflaged pattern that alerted you Jimin simply chose it to tease you. He eyed you with a smirk and chuckled before taking another box out of the drawer of his desk.

“No,” he answered. He showed you the Hello Kitty bandaids. “I got you these. These suit you much better.”

“I mean, I don’t mind the camouflaged ones,” you shrugged, feeling bad at the way you reacted at seeing it. Jimin hummed and leaned against his desk.

“Mmm, I don’t like them,” he said. “I only want the best for you.” He smiled at you before grabbing the box of the camouflaged bandaids. “I’ll just give these to Iseul.”

You arched an eyebrow at him and he snickered. “You’re so mean.”

“Hey, she’s just as mean,” he admitted. “Look, you think I don’t know but I do. I just can’t do much since we don’t have evidence of her hurting you specifically.”

“What if she hurt another person…?” Your eyes wandered as you thought about Ari and the way Iseul grabbed her arm.

“I can take it to Namjoon,” Jimin thought about it. “We can work something along there as soon as we see what she has done. I’m just not excited to deal with her mother.”

“Ah,” you nodded at his words, “yeah, I heard she’s… a lot to handle. I don’t want to assume, though, based on rumors since I don’t know her.”

“You are so adorable,” Jimin pinched your face and you immediately tried to get away from his hold. He chuckled at your flustered state. “It’s okay to assume on rumors as long as you don’t let it affect the way you treat that person, you know? But, I can confirm she is a lot to handle.”

“How so?” You frowned, tilting your head to the side as you looked at the man.

“Iseul was mostly raised by her mother,” Jimin explained. “The two have a lot in common and Iseul never had anyone to correct her wrongs so she thinks that her mother’s ways and methods are the way to go.”

“Oh,” you let out. Of course, Iseul would have a terrible mother, too. Ari really scored having an amazing mother. “I feel bad for Iseul.”

“As much as I want to tell you that you should,” Jimin started before shaking his head, “don’t. She got told so many times by her therapist, by us, by her friends, her step-father, that her mother isn’t someone to trust.”

“Yeah, but she’s used to the only parental figure that’s been apart of her life since she was born,” you tried to reason. “Iseul would disagree. She doesn’t want to hear that someone she’s looked up to is not who they say they are. I would completely ignore everyone, too.”

“She bullies you and humiliated you yet you try to understand her life,” Jimin breathed out, staring at you from under his eyelashes. You waved him off. “As someone who personally knows her and her family, she’s done much worse than what she does to you here. Don’t excuse her actions, okay?”

You exhaled through your nose and nodded slowly. “Okay…” He hummed. “But, wait, you guys let her into this company even though you knew she has done so much worse than… bully people?”

“She’s a manipulator,” Jimin started, standing in front of you. “You see, we owed her father and giving her a job here was enough. But, she is just… a lot. She messes with your mind a bit.”

“That is totally not scary…” you internally shivered and he placed a hand on your forearm, his thumb rubbing itself over the bandaid.

“We won’t let her hurt you or anyone,” he promised, his eyes staring deep into you. “That’s why we need evidence of her hurting you or anyone so, we have an excuse to kick her out.”

“I’ll try to see what I can do,” you frowned, sighing. He smiled a bit at your expression and you jumped when the door opened. Jimin didn’t react but simply took a step back.

You two turned to look at who came and three men were standing there, staring back just as intensely. You gulped.

“Who is this?” One of them spoke and Jimin’s hands went into his pockets. He let out a sigh and he turned to look at you.

“You can go now,” he softly spoke to you, his eyes glancing at your figure back to the three men. You nodded and excused yourself, walking out of the office. The three men moved away and one kept glaring at you, closing the door behind you. “What are you three doing here?”

“Well, we sent you a message.”

“Who was that?” Jimin looked at the eyes of his partner and rolled his eyes at the tone he used.

“It was no one, Jin,” he answered, clearly not wanting to give away too much information about you. He knew Jin would immediately tried to fire you if Jimin, or if any one of them, tried to start something with you romantically.

“Is that the girl Taehyung was talking about?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow, draping his jacket over the couch. Jimin eyed the apparent wound on this arm, the blood coming out of the cut that was so small but deep.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jimin cleared his throat, sitting back down on his chair.

“Mmm, sure,” Yoongi sarcastically let out, watching as Hoseok grabbed the medical aid box Jimin had brought out for you. “She’s exactly how Taehyung described her.”

“Taehyung forgets if he wore the same socks as the day before,” Jimin talked back and Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the way he spoke. “Look, she’s just a friend. I can’t say anything to any of you because someone,” he glanced at Jin, “will fire them.”

“I’m saving us all from being hurt,” Jin replied, giving Jimin a deadpanned expression. “You end up choosing wrong partners for us.”

“I am not choosing anyone for us,” Jimin argued back, soft enough that their voices won’t reach Binna outside. “I chose a friend. If she ends up as someone I romantically like, you all have to at least talk to her and get to know her. Even you.”

“I will never like her,” Jin glared at him, shaking his head before leaving.

Jimin sighed and looked at the others who were grabbing onto the Barbie bandaids that belonged to you. Yoongi and Hoseok stared at him.

“I’m pretty sure you like her already if you bought her these,” Hobi grabbed the bandaids between his fingers. “You don’t even get us bandaids and we live with you and we’ve kissed you 24/7.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking,” Jimin tried waving off again but the two stood up and went towards him. He eyed them both. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Hoseok smirked and he stepped back, hands up in mock surrender. “I think I should go flirt with her, or maybe, you know, I should set her up with one of the guys that work for us.”

“Leave her alone,” Jimin breathed out, his eyes burning holes into their bodies. They could only chuckle at his obvious jealousy.

They could never feel jealous at Jimin obviously liking another person that wasn’t neither of the 6. After all, all 7 of them had a deeper connection than anyone so they wouldn’t mind.

“I’d like to meet her,” Yoongi mumbled, his gaze dropping to his arm as he placed a bandaid on the wounded skin. “Hey, now she and I have matching bandaids.”

“These are ugly,” Hoseok scrunched his nose out of the disgust as soon as he eyed the camouflaged ones you had disliked, too. “What made you think these would be nice to buy?”

“It was supposed to be as a joke,” Jimin glanced at them and then back at the iPad he had switched to using. “Shut up, don’t look at me like that.”

“Can we meet her?” Hoseok sat on the chair in front of Jimin, pouting in a way that he knew he would give in. Jimin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

“Fine,” he said. “She comes later in the afternoon. Come around later by then, she’ll come by.”

“Wow, you two have some type of schedule?” Yoongi asked, his lips tilting up to a smirk.

“She gets harassed by the workers in my division,” Jimin explained, placing his iPad on the desk. He clasped his hands together. “Iseul is the cause of it.”

“Iseul Kim?” Yoongi questioned and Jimin nodded. “I forgot she works here. She’s been bothering the workers in my division. I have been watching her every time I come down here but no one is coming forward. I can’t make a proper statement to have her removed if no one speaks of the bullying.”

“She’s rich, what do you expect?” Hoseok asked, staring at them both. “She probably uses us as an excuse for her actions so, that probably scares the workers.”

“What if we kill her?” Jimin suggested and the older men gave him looks that made him raise his hands mid-air. “Hey, I’m just asking. No one would suspect us.”

“Her father would know,” Yoongi pointed out and Jimin groaned, rubbing his face with his ring-clad fingers. “Listen, when she comes over, talk to her more. I’ll try to talk to Jin. You know how much this affects him.”

“I know,” Jimin breathed out. “I’ll try to apologize and talk to him when I get back home.”

“You better.”

It wasn’t long before the day had ended and you were already heading towards the floor Jimin was at.

Ari and Eunji were to be waiting for you in the main lobby, the three of you going out to eat to celebrate you and the friendship you have created with the boss no one had even gotten the chance to talk to.

“I’ll miss you, Binna,” you told the woman, having been told the news that she was to have her maternity leave, meaning you won’t be able to chat with her every time you came up. “Who am I going to talk to about what happens in there?”

She chuckled. “I’ll miss you just as much, y/n, and don’t worry, I’m sure the person who will be in my place won’t be… bad. Hopefully not.”

“Yeah, hopefully,” you sighed, shaking your head before you hugged her as best as you could since her bump stood between you two. “Have a safe birth. I wish you nothing but happiness and good health to you and the baby.”

“Thank you, y/n! And please don’t lose your mind with Mr. Park or any of them. I wouldn’t be surprised if all of them appear.”

“I’ll try not to.”

Waving one last time, you walked into Jimin’s office, closing the door behind you.

Automatically, he walked towards you when you came inside, his fingers running themselves over the band-aid and the bruises.

“Did you speak to Binna?” He asked you, glancing up at you before nodding his head, slowly dropping your arms. You nodded your head, giving him an answer.

“Yeah, I told her how much I’d miss her and she told me not to lose my mind being with you and meeting the others,” you chuckled a bit, ignoring his playful glare.

“I think we’re pretty fun,” you jumped at hearing the new voice and looked over your shoulder. You came upon the figures of the two men you had seen in the morning sitting on the couch, staring at you with such amusement.

You chuckled nervously, glaring at the way Jimin was now snorting at you, clearly making fun of you.

“Um, yeah,” you scratched your arm nervously, “I believe that it’s just, you know, I don’t know any of you other than Jimin.”

“Jimin?” One of them spoke, questioning the name since Jimin was your boss.

“Mr. Park, I’m sorry,” you immediately corrected. “I’m sorry, I don’t know your names.”

“Just call them Yoongi and Hoseok,” Jimin pointed out who was who, but you cleared your throat a little and nudged him. He looked down at you and leaned a little, knowing too much about your nervous and shy habits. “Yes?”

“I prefer calling them by their last names,” you mumbled into his ear.

“Yoongi, Mr. Min,” you nodded at his words, “and Hoseok, Mr. Jung. Got it?” You nodded yet again. He smiled before straightening his posture. “This is y/n, she’s a worker in my division.”

“Oh, you’re not a supervisor?” Hoseok questioned you. You shook your head. “I figured that’s why Jimin let you in so easily into his office.”

“No, I just came here one day because my supervisor had to leave early so I did her a favor for drop off her work,” you cleared it up, pursing your lips. “Um, but,

I’ll take my leave if that’s what you want. I don’t mind.”

You didn’t mind because you felt awkward under their stares. Especially from Mr. Min who was glaring at you, though there was a sense of a smile on his lips. It was very confusing.

“No, stay,” he spoke before gesturing towards the couch in front of them. You tentatively moved towards the couch, Jimin following behind. You made sure though, to keep your eye on the time to make sure you didn’t keep your friends waiting downstairs. “So, what do you work on?”

“I mostly work with both numbers and writing,” you replied, playing with your fingers. “I check the statistics and make sure no numbers are out of place. If I don’t feel like doing numbers, I just simply write down the observations on certain products that are of no use and whose numbers are decreasing.”

“I could never work with numbers,” Yoongi shook his head, listening to every word that escaped your mouth. “That’s why I work on the division with sending letters, books, CD covers, anything with writing instead of math or science.”

“He’s just lacking in that sense, you know?” Jimin’s shoulder hit yours as he nudged you, teasing the older man. Yoongi flipped him off. “Hey, hey, I didn’t say anything wrong.”

“I hope we’re not keeping you for too long,” Hoseok glanced at you. “You seem like you have somewhere to be since you keep glancing at the time.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude,” you bowed your head to them, “I just have my friends waiting for me in the lobby. I don’t want to leave them hanging for too long.”

“Eunji and Ari, right?” Jimin asked and you nodded in response. He grabbed his blazer. “Let’s go. I’ll take you to the main lobby so you won’t get scolded or harassed.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say those words,” Hoseok shook his head. He looked at you. “I’m sorry for what you’ve been experiencing. Please try to get evidence based on what you or other workers have been experiencing. It is necessary for us, the public, and those affected.”

“Of course,” you said. Jimin led you towards the door, opening it and you turned to look at the two, eyeing their beautiful features. “It was nice to meet you two.”

“It was nice to meet you, y/n,” Hoseok smiled a bit at you before you walked away, already noting that Yoongi wouldn’t look your way since he was staring at his wound.

With one last wave, you and Jimin headed towards the elevator, noting that Binna had already left.

“They were nice,” you told Jimin in order to break the silence. “I was told that Yoongi would be very intimidating but, he seemed very nice.”

Jimin let out a small chuckle, his hands behind his back as you two watched the number on the elevator decrease.

“If I tell him that, he’ll get more intimidating,” he breathed out. “Yoongi is very… cold in his sense to not let anyone in other than us. He’s nice but, he has his moments. He’s a nice guy, though. He makes amazing breakfast in bed.”

“Oh, are you two dating?” You looked up at him curiously. He hid his smile. “You don’t have to tell me, by the way. You’re my boss and it’s not my business.”

“Flower,” you froze at the nickname, “I thought it was obvious I’m dating all six of them. We don’t hide it from the public or the media.”

“I don’t really look you all up that’s why,” you defended yourself. You could hear him laughing silently, his shoulders moving up and down. “Leave me alone.”

He laughed even more at your whine, finding the situation funny and the way you innocently asked him if he was dating Yoongi. It wouldn’t be funny to others, but the way you didn’t know he was dating your other 6 bosses, well, he couldn’t help but laugh.

He was pretty sure everyone in the company knew about it.

“This is why you’re my favorite employee,” Jimin laughed out before wiping at his eyes, getting rid of the tears that were threatening to escape. “Oh, God. You made my day.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you hid your face. Of course they were dating. It was obvious and the way they held hands whenever one would come in. You just didn’t think much of it.

Much to your liking, the doors to the elevator opened and you two came out of it, heading towards the figures waiting for you.

“Here she is,” Jimin spoke up, his cheeks flushed from laughing so hard. He turned to look at you. “Be safe. Don’t forget tomorrow you have to come in again. I’ll buy you more band-aids.”

“Jimin, I’m fine,” you waved him, ignoring the way Ari and Eunji glanced between the two of you. “Stop wasting money on me. We have enough band-aids.”

“There is never enough,” he smiled and waved at the other two women. He laughed one more time at you and turned around towards the elevator. Before the doors closed, he waved at you. “Bye, flower.”

The doors closed shut and you turned to look at your friends who were staring at you with their mouths and eyed wide opened.

“Did he just call you flower?” Eunji asked, pointing towards the elevator where Jimin was at.

“He just called you flower,” Ari breathed out softly, processing the news in her head. You shook your head and grabbed their shoulders, leading them out of the building. They were still in shock.

“He just called her flower.”

“He just called her flower!”

Combined Beings (xiv)

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, a bit of mature content… literally makeout sessions (first time writing… English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭), deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before & after

“Baby, remember, if you see anyone following you in any way, let Jae know okay? He will be right next to you while the other two will stay from afar—Duri and Jihun—and you already saw their faces so, you can make sure to differentiate them between others, got it?”

You smiled at Jimin’s words and nodded, hearing Ari and Eunji giggling like schoolgirls over his words. You playfully rolled your eyes as Jimin grabbed your hands in his, Yoongi intervening once he saw that he wouldn’t let go.

“Okay, Jimin, let her go,” he mumbled, taking his hands away from yours. Jimin let go without much of a choice, a smile still tilted on his lips as if he was a statue. Yoongi turned to look at you as you continued to stay quiet, glancing between them. “Be careful, angel. You have our phone numbers.”

“I’ll be careful, Yoongi, don’t worry,” you chuckled to yourself, finding the situation a bit amusing since they were acting as if you were moving away. You were simply going to the mall. “Now, I’ll message you guys when I get there if that reassures you.”

“Please!”

You watched as they all said that in synch, heads bobbing up and down. They didn’t seem like ruthless killers they made themselves to be. Not when they looked at you like they were puppies and you were their owner, leaving them.

“Okay, we’re gonna steal her away for a bit. Bye!”

Ari grabbed you by the shoulders, making you wave to them over your shoulder. They waved back and they watched you get inside the car, watching it retreat away before they saw it disappear.

“The people are already in the room, sirs,” the second in command of the guards told all 7 boys who had been watching you. Namjoon hummed as the others glanced at one another.

“We need to get answers out of them,” Jin mumbled and the others stayed quiet, their silence telling everything. “In the meantime, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook, go with the women. The rest of us will go to the men in the basement.”

“Is it because we’re younger?” Jungkook pointed out and the older ones simultaneously gave a look before Yoongi flicked his forehead. “Alright, alright, we’re going.”

Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook walked towards the room containing the women who were accomplices. They were with the men who fought, but they also fought one another to defend their man.

“Hmm,” Jimin hummed as soon as the door closed behind them. Jungkook was currently sporting his stoic expression on his face while Taehyung was wearing his, too. Jimin was sarcastically smiling as the women looked at them. “So, you fought at my restaurant?”

The girl with the pink hair couldn’t even think as she looked at Jimin. He was wearing a black, baggy, long-sleeved button down with black, tight pants that showcased the muscle on his thighs. Rings adorned his fingers and a bracelet remained on his wrist, a really shiny one that the others were wearing, too. The other girl, the brunette one, was also ogling them one by one. Especially Jungkook who was wearing a black, right shirt that displayed his arm filled with tattoos. God, she could jump him.

“He asked you a question,” Jungkook softly spoke with a stern tone. The women seemed to not be paying attention to their words, but they both knocked out of whatever trance they were in when Jimin grabbed his gun from his guard and placed it on the back of his pants.

“We-we didn’t start the fight,” the pink-haired girl answered with a shaky voice. “We swear.”

“Yeah,” the other girl agreed with her words. “We didn’t start anything. Our boyfriends fought and we were stepping in to stop them. But, they then told us they were hired by someone who gave them 10 grand to start a fight in the restaurant so a girl could be hurt. They said the girl was dangerous, having killed many people and they needed to eliminate her as self-defense.”

The men glanced at each other as they silently thanked Jimin for killing Nabi whose reason to kill you was pretty much crazy. You could barely kill a fly without crying and he was told by Eunji during a meeting with the supervisors that you are in fact very sensitive when it comes to animals. Even crying to seeing a dog across the street.

“Now,” Jimin spoke as he squatted in front of them, “that girl… is very, very dear to us.” The women now noticed his change of demeanor and they could see his true colors coming to light as his eyes darkened. “If anything had happened to her, even a single scratch, I would’ve killed you both! Honestly. But instead, you left her scared. Do you think I should let you live?”

“We didn’t know,” the brunette breathed out, starting to panic as she processed how scary the men seemed to be. The three in front of her wore black clothes and their guards behind them blocking the door seemed to do so, too. They had guns, she could see the outline of it under their jackets. “We swear! We didn’t know. We would like to apologize to her, please.”

“We would agree with that,” Taehyung spoke, arms crossed over his shoulders as he leaned against a desk, having been in a room they all used to do business in. “But, we don’t want you two to see her at all after your actions made her anxious, scared, paranoid. She will be out of this.”

“I have a question,” Jimin started and the girls turned to look at him as he raised his hand mid-air, a small smile on his lips. “How important are your boyfriends to you both?”

“We’re best friends,” the pink-haired girl answered, “we started dating them because they gave us money. We needed it to pay off rent.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind if they end up disappearing right?” Jungkook questioned and they both looked at one another before shaking their heads. “You know, we’ll let you both go. But if we ever come across you two ever trying to hurt our girl again, your bodies will never be found.”

The brunette started crying at the threat, scared for her life. But, she shouldn’t be crying when the guy she was dating was currently screaming bloody-murder for a finger of his was missing and his knees was shot.

“I can do the other one,” Namjoon taunted him, placing the gun to his other knee. “But, it’s fun knowing how scared you are. You feel that anxiety, huh?” The raven-haired man nodded. “Good. That’s how our girl felt when you two fought. You were planning on causing everyone on that restaurant to fight until someone reached her, didn’t you?”

“We promise,” the brunette man beside his bleeding friend shakily said, “that woman told us she was dangerous, saying she deserved it.”

“Why would you believe a random woman?” Yoongi asked, his mouth opened a bit as he raised an eyebrow at him. “Huh? Now you can’t speak? Is it because she gave you money that you two believed her? Is that all it takes for you two dumbasses? Money?”

“Please, we didn’t know the girl was anything to you,” the brunette pleaded before he glanced at all of them. He was the only one that knew who they were. He was in gang after gang and they never dared cross the Tan mafia. “We didn’t know. We wouldn’t have started anything.”

“I’m more annoyed that a random woman offered you money and you believed her lies just because she gave you something,” Namjoon scoffed. The two men could only shake their heads at their idiocy, knowing that today would be their last day walking on Earth.

You, on the other hand, watched as your friends chose whatever they wanted. You could only watch with a smile, happy that, despite it wasn’t with your money, you got to spoil them. They were running off the buy themselves some clothes and they went to get you some things they could find. You appreciated their efforts, but you simply didn’t want to spoil yourself without feeling bad at the amount of money you would be spending on yourself.

“Ooh,” you let out as Jae walked beside you in the jewelry store. You gaped at a necklace with a lock, the diamonds shining under the light. “This suits Hobi. Do you think he’ll like it, Jae?”

The older man curtly nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

You continued moving as a worker stood not so far from you, grabbing the necklace you had pointed at. You looked around and then did you started noticing things for each boy, grabbing necklaces, bracelets, and earrings.

But Jae couldn’t help but mentally note your figure stopping by a beautiful necklace, a Diamond butterfly adorning the neck of the mannequin. He knows that if he told any of the boys, they would buy it for you in an instant.

Ignoring your wants, you paid for the things you chose, and the look on people’s faces once you showed Jimin’s black card was humorous to you.

“I love you so much,” Ari leaned against you, slightly tipsy since you three, add Jae, had gone to a store that provided drinks and snacks. “We are going to spoil the fuck out of you now because you spoiled us.”

“I deserved this shopping spree,” Eunji sighed, a relaxing smile on her face just at the thought of the clothes she had bought for herself and son. “I haven’t gone out shopping since the munchkin was born.”

“And I’m just happy we managed to get Y/n to spoil herself a bit,” Ari pointed out and you snorted at her words. You continued to look over your shoulder, making sure the other guards were right behind you. They were. “I’m so happy they treat you so good even though you’re not dating yet. They look like they’ll jump your bones if you let them.”

You chuckled and shook your head. “Shut up.”

You four continued walking, heading towards the food court that awaited you all, stomachs rumbling with hunger. But once you saw the food court coming to view, a voice called out for you, one you dreaded.

“Y/n! Is that you?” You turned to look and there they were. Your sister and your mom, a much older woman in between them, staring at you. Your mother had gasped, her hands covering her mouth very dramatically. You withheld your sigh of disappointment. Of course life would be throwing you a bunch of bullets just when it was getting better. “Oh sweetie, it’s nice to see you! Why haven’t you called me?”

You turned to look at your friends. “Can you guys find us a table please?” They nodded, understanding that this was a personal matter, and turned to leave, leaving you alone with your mother who was surprisingly with your sister. The two never got along.

“Is this your boyfriend?” Your sister asked Jae who looked at you, waiting for your approval to answer. You nodded, of course.

“No, ma’am,” Jae sternly said before he continued. “I am a married man. I am just the bodyguard of Ms. Y/n, so could you two step away?”

Your sister and mom did so, following his tone of voice. But your mom couldn’t hide her interest when she eyed the bags in your hand and the bodyguard.

“So, you have money now?” You sighed and ignored her words, not trying to let her have the benefit of the doubt that you have so much money. You have an income that allowed you to have a house and you were just thankful you had a roof over your head. “But Y/n, I’m wondering even more why you haven’t answered my phone calls.”

“Mom, I haven’t received any calls. And if I did, I’ve been extremely busy with work, I barely have time for myself except today.”

“I should’ve called, but we don’t have your number, just your house phone’s number,” your sister stepped in before showing her left hand where a ring was displayed on her ring finger. “I’m getting married and we were trying to invite you.”

You and your sister treated each other like sisters at a young age. But, during your teenage years, you were getting bullied for not being the weight everyone at school had been. Your sister did nothing to defend you. If anything, she laughed alongside her friends who harassed you. She apologized, but when you didn’t want to forgive her, she distanced herself, saying she deserved to be forgiven since she apologized. You cut her off.

Now your mom, she was a great mom. She listened to you and she even came to you for advice on her own life. But she was a cheater, which drove away your dad since he was tired of her denying it when there was evidence. She even got you to meet the man she was cheating on your dad with and you, unknowingly, stayed quiet which had caused guilt. Why would she do that to a 16-year-old who simply needed a ride to school? And yes, despite her flaws, your mom was a great mom. But she was also a bully who went on extreme diets to lose weight which she then took it out on you. You were her punching bag—mentally—and you didn’t want that in your life anymore, so you cut her off, too.

“Congrats,” you smiled at your sister as she eyed the bracelet you matched with the boys. “Just give me your phone number—”

“If you’re seeing anyone by the way,” she cut you off, “invite them. I want to meet whoever you’re with.”

“Here,” you ignored her words, passing her your phone. As she typed down the numbers, you saw all the boys’ names pop up in suggestions, making you nervous since you knew she eyed the hearts. She’s gonna think you’re messing around with more than one person separately when they’re already in a relationship with one another. “Okay then, I’ll text you for more details.”

“Also, y/n,” your mom started as soon as you were to bid them goodbye, “this is my friend, Jongseo. Call her, Ms. Kim.”

You bowed to the stern looking woman. “Nice to meet you. I would love to chat, but I have some people waiting for me so I’ll talk to you when I can. Bye.”

You didn’t care if you were rude or not, but you could not bear being in your mother and sister’s presence. You couldn’t believe you were related to them.

“They’re okay… people,” Jae commented beside you as you two headed towards the food court where you could see Eunji and Ari already eating. Your appetite was gone.

You snorted. “You could say that.” You sighed. “I didn’t think I’d see them today out of all days. Now they’re gonna think I’m made of money and ask me for money. Especially if my sister is getting married.”

“I’m pretty sure if you let the boys know, they’ll help you,” at the end of his words, your head was already moving side to side. “I’m being serious.”

“I know you are,” you chuckled as you sat by your friends, “but Jimin already lend me his card. I can’t ask for more. I’ve had enough.”

“So, mom and sister, huh?” Ari questioned, her hot dog in her hands. You nodded while a sigh escaped your lips, slouching on the chair. “Mommy issues. It’s weird to see the face of the woman we’ve been talking shit about.”

“I’m sorry guys, but can we go home?” You breathed out, eyebrows furrowing. “I can’t be in the same place as them.”

“Yeah, we should go because they’re hanging out with that old hag,” Eunji muttered angrily, eating her food. You and Ari glanced at her, even Jae had looked at her. The older woman eyed you three. “What? You know whose mom that is, right?” You shook your head. “That’s Iseul’s mom.”

“Of course it is,” Ari mumbled, eyes wide as she realized Iseul’s mom and your mom were friends. “Wait, that means she’d know your family!”

“Oh, my God,” you placed your elbow on the table as you rubbed the skin on your forehead. “Let’s go or else I’m going to start panicking.”

It didn’t take long to get home. The driver had thankfully dropped off Eunji and Ari, who had gotten picked up, and was now driving you back home to the 7 boys. They had gotten notified of the situation from Jae, who had strict orders that he should update them.

“Hi, baby,” Taehyung greeted you as soon as you headed inside, his body on the couch in the family room, having been waiting for you. He stood up and grabbed the bags from the driver’s hands, guiding you towards the dining room. “How was your time at the mall?”

“It was great,” you replied with a smile on your face. “I bought you guys some stuff that reminded me of you all.”

“Ooh, what did you get me?” He smirked, nudging your shoulder with his arm as he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers together. “Did you get me a necklace?”

“Tae,” his smile widened once he heard the nickname escape your mouth, “I’m not telling you until we see the others.”

“Alright, alright.”

You two walked into the dining room where the boys were talking amongst themselves. They stopped, though, once they heard you and Taehyung laughing after God-knows-what.

“Flower,” Jimin stood up, hugging you. “I missed you.”

“I was only gone for at least 4 hours,” you raised your eyebrows while your smile was still tilted on your lips. “But I got you guys something!”

They all watched as Taehyung passed you the bags that contained their gifts. They all watched with smile as you passed Namjoon a Diamond bracelet with a pendant that had a quote of his favorite book; Jin a ring that he had been talking to the boys about because the design it had reminded him of his youth, something you wouldn’t have known about; Yoongi a necklace with a music note; Hoseok a necklace with a lock that had a small dance figure in front of it; Jimin a bracelet with a pendant flower, one that had him smiling because it reminded him of you; Taehyung a charm bracelet that had charms of things he liked; and Jungkook a bracelet with purple diamonds adorning it since he mentioned the color brought him some type of peace.

“We love them, baby, thank you,” Jungkook kissed your head as he was beside you, his smile not leaving his lips as he looked at his gift.

“I know I spent it using your money,” you looked at Jimin, “but I had to buy these for you.”

He smiled, too before he looked at the others. They all nodded and you were too into watching the jewelry being placed on their skin to notice the action.

“Come on, flower,” Jimin mumbled, throwing you a smile once you looked at him. “You need to see the garden at night.”

The sun was setting, but you didn’t mind it one bit. When you taken to the garden, he was right, you needed to see it.

There were fairy lights that you had seen during the day. There were some on some trimmed bushes by roses that were growing. You couldn’t help but stare in awe as it seemed it came out of a fairytale story.

“It looks beautiful,” you commented and he chuckled, taking your hand and leading you both to a bench nearby, a small pond in front of you two with koi fish. “Why did we come here?”

“So, I heard you saw your mom and sister with Iseul’s mother?” You sighed at the reminder and nodded.

“Yeah, it ruined my mood,” you answered with pursed lips. “I cut them off for a reason, you know that. I couldn’t stand to see them, especially the two acting as if they’ve never hurt me.”

He nodded and grabbed your hand, placing it on top of his thigh. “You know we’ll always be here to protect you. That’s why we’re going to the wedding with you.”

“Are you sure?” You frowned at him and he nodded, placing an arm on the back of the bench, turning his body to look at you as you did, too.

“We’re sure, flower.”

“Why are we here, by the way?” You questioned. “I wanted to show you the outfits I had gotten.”

“And I bet you look beautiful in them,” he smiled and you snickered, waving him off. But silence consumed you both as you heard the sound of crickets nearby, alerting you of the nature surrounding the two of you. “Baby, I need to tell you something…”

You looked at him. “What is it? Are you okay?

He couldn’t help but smile at the concern laced in your voice. He nodded before he grabbed both of your hands, scooting closer. “I’m okay.” Your silence let him continue. “In the time I have met you, I have gotten to know the most beautiful soul that belongs to this beautiful girl.” He placed a hand on your cheek. “I have fallen in love with you, flower. I have. That’s why I wanted to have that date with you yesterday, to tell you what I’ve been feeling, and Nabi found out. I have fallen for you, hard, nothing compared to what I’ve felt with her, just what I’ve felt with the others and you. I’ve felt so comfortable and confident when I’m with you, so happy and excited to wake up because I get to see you, and you’re everything I’ve been thinking about from the moment I wake up until I go to sleep.”

“You’re in love with me?” You breathed out, finding this moment way too surreal and he nodded.

“I don’t want you to feel pressured into telling me you love me,” he reassured you. “But I do want to know if you like me and if you’re willing to fall in love with me, with the others. They’re willing to bring you into our relationship and they are excited for what the future will bring with you with us. Jin wants this.”

You let out a shaky breath and staring at his eyes under the lights made your heart beat against your chest at a pace it was concerning. You felt his hand move against your cheek and nodded, even placing against his own cheek.

He smiled and brought your foreheads together, breaths hitting each other’s lips.

“I love you and I’m willing to fall even more in love with you, Jimin. You and the others. I want you all. I want this.”

He grinned at your words before delving in, lips hitting yours. Your face and body burned, his fingers tracing the skin of your waist, digging themselves into it as he brought you closer, almost as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

His lips meshed against yours perfectly, sighs escaping his mouths as neither of you wanted to catch your breath. You didn’t want to let go and neither did he so he pulled you close until your legs rested against his own, his hand moving behind your head so it will be intertwined with the strands of your hair.

When you two backed away, your chests heaved up and down, allowing yourselves to catch your breaths before he kissed your lips one time, then a second, then a third, his eyes closing and yours, too.

“Fuck, I love you, flower,” he muttered against your lips and you smiled. “I can’t wait to show you off as ours. I honestly can’t.”

“How long have you been in love with me?” You asked and he smiled, his smile reaching his eyes as he held you close, eyes glancing at your lips.

“When we met.”

You slightly giggled at his dazed look before smiling, your thumbs rubbing the skin of his cheekbones. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” he mumbled, glancing behind your shoulder. “Let’s go tell the others. They were nervous what you were going to say.”

You nodded and he grabbed your hand, leading you towards the group of boys who were in the kitchen now, biting their lips out of nervousness. They looked up once they heard footsteps and eyed the way Jimin seemed way too excited, his face breaking out in a smile.

“So…?” Taehyung asked.

“She wants this,” Jimin answered and your face burned as they all simultaneously turned to see you. “She wants us all of us. She wants to fall in love with us all and she wants us…”

Jin looked at you. “Do you want this?”

“I want this,” you nodded in confirmation and he smiled. “Do you want this?”

“I’m willing to fall in love with you just like they have all fallen for you,” he answered and you eyed the way he played with his rings. “I want to try for you and for them and I accept you into our relationship. I’m excited for our future with you and I’m happy I don’t need to protect our hearts anymore from heartbreak.”

“We want you.”