"Slow It Down, Make It Bouncy" - Seonghwa

"Slow it down, make it bouncy" - Seonghwa

Pairing: Seonghwa X Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Fingering, Blowjob, Sex, Dirty words, Dominantion

Summary: Best friend teaches you how to ride the guy you want to go on a date with. Sides change when jealousy wins.

Word Count: ~1.9K

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"You don't understand," I whine when once again my friend consoled me with ditzy texts. "I just won't do it because I can't do it and your super consolations don't help me".

"Then what should I say to make you feel better?" he asked irritably

"I don't know. Help me, give me some advice, teach me. Anything so I don't come off as an idiot later. What if I go like this and..." I was interrupted by his laughter so I looked at him.

"Should I teach you? How? You try all the mommy kinks on me?" he continued laughing and I froze him with my eyes.

"I don't have any mommy kinks. I just want to come off as confident. This will be our first time and I don't want to lie there like a log."

"First time because it's your third date" he rolled his eyes and leaned against the back of the couch " Who's getting laid on the third date" he muttered more to himself.

"Don't complain just help me".

"How? Should I teach you how to ride a cock? If you want it, here you go" he slid down a bit on the couch and stretched out spreading his legs more "Sit down and learn".

I looked at him in shock but knew he was just being sassy at that moment. And wanting to match him I got up and sat right on his crotch. He looked at me surprised but smiled and put his hands on my hips pressing me more against him.

"You skipped a few steps," he said looking at me and stroking my hips.

"Which ones?"

"First you have to start by kissing him" saying this he looked at my lips "Later you have to kiss his neck and make him a few hickeys so that he doesn't leave you and forget you after these three dates."

He licked his lips and looked at my neck and breasts, tightening his fingers on my hips. He pressed me tighter and tighter against his crotch making me start to feel him start to have a boner.

"I think you're experienced at this," he looked back at me and laughed.

"You, on the other hand, are not. You haven't even undressed. Do you want to ride him with your clothes on?" he touched the collar of my shirt and lowered it as low as he could, exposing my shoulder. I took a deep breath which he obviously noticed and smiled.

"He can do something, too. Am I the only one who has to please him?" Seonghwa thought for a moment about something

"Right. I think he would be happy undressing you, exposing piece by piece this body," he said more quietly and touched the buttons of my shirt at breast level.

"I think so, too. Let him get something out of it, too," Seonghwa, as if reading my thoughts, glanced at me and began unbuttoning my shirt. He did it slowly, as if he wanted to gloat over each moment revealing more and more. My breathing became faster, under my pussy I could feel him getting harder and harder.

He pulled off my shirt completely and put it on the floor next to the couch. He watched for a long moment without doing anything, breathing deeply. After a long moment, he suddenly moved closer to me and started kissing my breasts, at the same time unhooking my bra. He pulled it off me and threw it carelessly on the floor. He immediately attacked my nipple by putting it in his mouth.

"I thought I was supposed to be the dominant one," I said with a groan.

"I thought I was the one who was supposed to teach you," he muttered, switching my left breast to right. I put my fingers in his hair and lightly pulled directing how he should pleased me.

"Right," I nodded, tilting my head back.

"Then undress us," he said moving away and leaning back. I blinked a few times before it occurred to me exactly what I should do. Finally, I reached the end of his tshirt and pulled upward. I slid down from his lap, purposely rubbing against his erection as much as possible, and kneeling between his legs I unbuckled his belt and zipper. I pulled his pants down right away along with his underwear, I looked at him and he looked at me with a smile.

"Suck it," he nodded to indicate to me what exactly should I do. I was slightly scared but took his cock gently in my hand and brought my lips closer to him. He took a deep breath in through his teeth and closed his eyes for a moment. I put my lips to the tip at which he flinched immediately.

"Lower," he almost whispered and pushed his hips up. I lowered my head and started kissing his entire length, at first I was trying to avoid his sensitive tip. But then I thought that after all, I was supposed to be the dominant one here, so I brought my lips to the very tip and gave a firm kiss, sucking him in.

"Ahh fuck. I said lower," he pulled himself up on the couch as if to escape and squeezed the blanket that lay carelessly beside him. "Take it all, but politely."

"Sure," I muttered and put in as much as I could. I sucked on it and rubbed it with my tongue as I moved my head up and down. Occasionally I'd nibble with my teeth what he clearly liked. All this time he tried to be quiet and when the moans themselves flew out of his mouth he seemed surprised himself.

"I thought you never did that," he spoke up, placing his hand on my cheek, the one I was now thrusting his cock into. I moved a few inches away from him and rubbed my hand holding it tight.

"Because I didn't."

"You're awesome at it" saying this he closed his eyes and tilted his head moaning quietly. I looked at him, rubbing him hard. "Do you want to end it with just a blowjob?"

"Huh?"

"With this guy. Do you want to just blowjob him or ride him?" he looked at me raising one eyebrow.

"No. Of course not."

"Well then, what are you waiting for?" I looked at him not knowing what to do. I took my hand away and waited for him to command me, to tell me what to do now. I was completely no good at dominating, nor was I experienced at all. I had had my way a few times but never initiated them.

Feeling his intense gaze on me, I stood up and began to pull down my pants. He leaned his head against the back of the couch and watched me with a smirk. I pulled down my pants and simply faced him. He laughed and grabbed my thighs pulling me closer to him so that I sat on his thighs.

"Where's that confidence of yours?" he moved closer and kissed my neck. After a while, he did it again and again. With his fingers he gently tickled my sides and hips, belly and breasts until he slid his hand low to my clit. I held my breath when I felt him press a single finger against my clit and move down to my hole. Adding a second finger, he pressed it into me, a little forcefully because I still wasn't stretched properly. Sucking, a little too hard, on the skin on my neck he moved his hand around putting his fingers in and out of me.

I held his shoulders tightly and gasped, my chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. I moved my hips wanting to feel more, I was intensely aroused. Seonghwa pulled his fingers out of me, entwined his hands around my waist and, sucking on my nipple, moved my hips. My naked pussy rubbed against his thighs, spreading juices on his bare skin.

"Put it in. Sit on me." He said quietly, grabbing my waist with his fingers and lifting me up. I hid my face in the hollow of his neck and lifted my hips to impale myself on his cock. Feeling him at my entrance, I lowered myself on top of him, pushing him into me. It was both painful and pleasurable when he stretched me so much.

"Fuck. You're so tight," he jabbed his fingers into my hips and threw his head back. A moan left my lips at his words. A little too loud than I would have liked. "Lift up and sit down.

As he said so I did. At first I slowly rose and fell on top of him, but over time I tried to do it faster and faster. Faster and harder. Seonghwa was still trying with all his might not to moan, instead he cursed every now and then. I, on the other hand, could not stop moaning. It was something new and incredibly exciting for me that I was the one who could set the pace.

When I felt him start rubbing my clit quickly I felt my orgasm approaching. I accelerated my movements as much as I could, so that now it was more like advancing him rather than jumping on him. Seonghwa suddenly started moaning quite loudly and thrusting his hips upward but after a while he stopped me by catching my hips firmly.

"Not so fast, fuck. Slow it down and make it bouncy," he said breathlessly. I took a deep breath and, correcting my legs, started jumping on him. I held onto his neck and my gaze flickered between his beautiful big eyes and his beautiful big lips. Our bodies bumped against each other making a distinctive sound and we both moaned as if neither of us was ashamed anymore and enjoyed every feeling.

"Like that?" I asked, moving closer to him and biting his collarbone gently.

"Like that. Perfect. You've learned a lot," he flung his arms around my waist tightly and stood up so that he put me on the couch and hovered over me without coming out of me "But now the learning is over. Now I'm going to fuck you so that on this date of yours all you can think about is how good you were with me. How well I brought you to the end."

He started moving his hips fast and hard, not waiting a second for anything. He kept his hands on the sides of my head but reached up and took my leg in his hands, lifting it up. Now it was something different for me again, he was entering me deeply and at such an angle that I could feel myself getting closer to coming.

"Don't stop, I'm about to come," unfortunately at my words he stopped and put my leg down spanking my buttock and thigh.

"Not so fast," he smiled and left me for a moment only to immediately pound into me with all his strength. He repeated this several times and I screamed each time because it was pleasantly painful. He lowered himself and kissed my mouth deeply, immediately putting his tongue in and playing with mine. He started to pound into me again and moaned right into my mouth, into our kiss.

"Fuck, I'm close," he said as he pulled away from me, "You're so sexy and so tight I can't even last long."

His words made me wetter, I arched my back and started rubbing my clit to come as soon as possible. And so I did. Just a few moments later, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over my body and my muscles relax. Seonghwa also came a few thrusts later with a rather loud and long moan. We both tried to normalize our breathing and hearts beating like crazy.

"Did you learn something?" he was the first to speak up, looking at me.

"A lot. But I think I need some more practice" I nodded and he laughed.

"I'll charge you for these tutoring sessions at the end of the study" he kissed my cheek and lay down on top of me, putting his head on my chest. So that his face hugged my boob.

After about half an hour, I got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

"I don't want you to go on this date," I heard behind me so I turned around

"What?" he just shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything.

Walking into the bathroom I saw in the mirror reflection the hickey that he must have made for me in the beginning. I was slightly annoyed but couldn't stop smiling. When I returned to the living room he was lying covered with a blanket.

"What is this?" I pointed my finger at the hickey on my neck but he just shrugged his shoulders.

"I said I don't want you to go on this date," he said without even looking at me.

"So that's why you rudely made a hickey for me?" I laughed because I found it cute "If you make it up to me then I'll stay."

Hwa immediately looked at me surprised but happy. He sat up quickly so that he almost fell off the couch and nodded his head.

"This will be a much better date than with some random guy off the street. I'll give you a lot more than he can."

"I know that perfectly well."

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Combined Beings (vii)

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

“Can someone tell me why I just got called by Mr. Kim telling me that his daughter was just fired after we promised him we’ll take her in?”

Jimin and Jungkook looked at Jin as he came to Jimin’s office, clearly seething by the way his cheeks were flushed. The other boys quickly came right behind him, shutting the door so they’ll be able to speak in peace without anyone hearing in.

“Well, Iseul has not only been harassing every worker in every division,” Jimin started, leaning against his desk as his arms were crossed over his chest, “but she has been physically hurting workers.”

“Do you have any proof of this?” Jin asked, already having an idea as to who made Jimin take action.

“Yes, I put cameras yesterday morning in my division,” Jimin replied, anger coursing through his veins once he recalled the video in his head. “My workers were aware I moved cameras by the way.”

“And I already know that worker of yours is the cause of this,” Jin snapped back and Jimin grabbed Jungkook’s hand in order to calm the man down. “If it were any other worker, you wouldn’t have paid attention to the harassment!”

“Yes, I would have,” Jimin defended his actions almost immediately so Jin wouldn’t have bad things to say about you. “I’m their boss, Jin. I would’ve believed my workers, anyone, if they confided in me to tell me who the person that has been bullying and physically hurting them is. Do not try to start something based on something that isn’t factual and true.”

“Jimin, I know you guys went out with her,” Jin argued. “We do not need anyone else in this relationship. No one else.” He punched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Call her up. I want to talk to her.”

“I’m not doing that if you’re just going to yell at her,” Jimin stared back at him with the same expression etched on his face. He wasn’t happy about bringing you into an argument that you would later blame on yourself.

“Send her up, Jimin,” Jin got closer to Jimin and Namjoon stepped in, pushing both of them away from one another. He turned to look at Jimin.

“Just call her up, Jimin, okay?” Jimin exhaled through his nose, grabbing his phone while he glared at Jin who gave him back the same expression.

“Hey, Eunji,” Jimin spoke, “can you call Y/n up?” Pause. “Yeah, I just, uh, need to speak to her more about the incident with Iseul. The others are here to hear her side of the story… Yeah, send her up right now… okay, bye.” He went to go stand up next to Jungkook. “She’s coming up.”

“Good.”

It wasn’t long before you came to the floor, hands slightly shaking when you knew Jimin wasn’t the only one here. Everyone was in there.

“Y/n,” Taehyung greeted you, opening the door for you as soon as he heard you slightly knock on the door. You walked in and he gave you a reassuring smile before he closed the door behind you.

Jimin immediately walked towards you as the others sat on his couch, eyeing you.

“Listen, if you feel uncomfortable, just tap the side of my leg,” he instructed. “Jin is the one you haven’t met yet and he’s the one that wants to talk to you. I don’t know why but…” he sighed and stared at you with such softness. “I’ll be by your side.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, smiling a little and he responded back, giving you the same smile. He stood aside and walked behind you as you headed towards the couch that could only fit two people. Jimin, of course, sat next to you.

You sat down and you looked at all of them, but the eyes of the one you haven’t met stared deep into you that made you look away, feeling uncomfortable.

“Why did you have Iseul fired?” Jin immediately asked before you could fully breathe. He gave you a deadpan expression, his eyes staying on you that you swore he wasn’t blinking. “Because from I saw, Iseul has never been accused of anything and she doesn’t have any complaints.”

“I didn’t have Iseul fired,” you replied with as much confidence as you could muster. Jimin stared at the side of your face. “She has simply been harassing me since the very beginning of my time here. She’s very powerful, everyone knows. She flaunts her title, her parents, and the fact she knows all of you. We all appreciate our jobs way too much that we won’t risk it by telling you guys what she has been doing, then finding out you guys are friends, and we get fired because she’s important.”

“It doesn’t excuse the fact that she doesn’t have any complaints against her name,” you arched an eyebrow at the man, irritation now coursing through your bones at the tone he spoke to you in.

“It seems you’re trying to excuse her actions, Mr. Kim,” you said, frowning at him. The ones who you have spoken the most to, agreed with you, nodding their heads.

“Yeah, Jin,” Taehyung spoke up, staring at his boyfriend with a disappointed expression, “it does seem that you’re trying to do that.”

“I’m sorry that I’m suspicious of your words,” Jin glared at you and your hands slightly shook with anger. “You see, Ms. Y/n, it’s not uncommon for a worker to lie in order to get money or to get into the pants of every single one of us.”

“Jin,” Jungkook stared him down but Jin simply waved him off as he looked at you.

“So, tell me, how much money do you want?”

“Mr. Kim, if I was just sent up here to basically be told that I’m a liar,” you started with the most calm tone you could muster as you stared down at your arm where your wound was covered up, blood slowly starting to seep through the bandage, “I would like to leave if that’s okay.”

“No—”

Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung turned to look at Jin as soon as he was about to deny your request. Yoongi nudged him as he sat next to him and nodded.

“You’re excused, y/n,” Namjoon looked at you, a small smile on his face. You thanked him and stood up to leave, opening the door before Jimin stopped you.

“I’m sorry about that,” he spewed out. “Honestly. I believe you. We’ll talk later okay?”

You sighed and you faced him, ignoring everyone’s stares. “It seems that Mr. Kim has an issue with me. I don’t want to talk to you if he he doesn’t like it, Jimin. He is your boyfriend, I’m a friend. His opinion matters more. I’ll see you around, okay?”

You tried to force a smile but there was an ache on your chest at knowing that you won’t be able to speak to Jimin. But, it’s the truth. His partner who he has been with for years doesn’t feel comfortable around you, you can see that. You are not going to be someone who accidentally gets stuck into those situations and you break anyone up. You had never dealt with any type of situations like these but, you hoped you were doing the right thing as you left.

As soon as the door closed, Jimin’s lips were parted. He had finally made a friend who didn’t criticize or objectify him, and now that friend was gone because Jin was being an asshole. Such… an asshole.

“What is wrong with you?” The guys eyed Jimin as he headed towards the eldest of the group. “You saw the video, Jin. It wasn’t her fault and she wasn’t lying.”

“Don’t let yourself be brainwashed,” Jin shrugged, staring at his hands that were clasped on top of his knee. “You already dealt with this with—”

“No, do not bring Nabi into this,” Jimin snapped, shaking his head. “She is in the past. She left and that’s it. There’s no reason for any of us to hold onto her when she stole from us and slept with other people. Y/n is my friend. She is not someone who I’m fucking around with.”

With that, Jimin left, closing the door behind him rather harshly. He hoped to get to you but he knew he had to at least respect your wishes for… today. He’ll seek for you tomorrow.

“He’s right, Jin,” Namjoon was the first one to speak his mind as he stared at the eldest who was silent. “Listen, we appreciate you taking care of us, always looking out for us, but it’s time we’re able to trust people. Not everyone but, if Jimin or any of the boys want to befriend her, let them. But, if you feel uncomfortable or if you feel like you personally don’t trust her and have that feeling in your gut, then your feelings are valid. They won’t hang with her, okay?”

Jin looked at Namjoon and sighed. He eyed everyone there and turned to look at the ones who have gotten to know you: Jungkook, Taehyung, and Yoongi.

“Do you guys like her?” He asked. The three glanced at one another. “Be honest with me.”

“She’s so sweet,” Taehyung spoke. “Genuinely. We got to know her and her intentions aren’t bad. Since we learned from Nabi, we looked for red flags. There aren’t none with Y/n. She especially cares so much about Jimin.”

“I’ll talk to him at home,” Jin breathed out and he stood up, buttoning his blazer. His gaze focused on Jungkook. “Go check up on him. Knowing him, he’s going to kill someone.”

Jungkook nodded and left, quickly following after Jimin, knowing he was already by the parking lot with their guards. He couldn’t help but think about you and the way you looked. The wound on your arm made his hands turn into fists, angry at the fact someone hurt such a kind person like you. You didn’t do anything but already knowing Iseul, she only came at you and the way you looked. He experienced her hatred when he was younger so he already knew the type of person she was.

He looked up once he felt the elevator stop, making him stare in the furious eyes of a girl who was already pressing on the buttons.

“Stupid men,” she mumbled under her breath, shaking her head while tapping her foot furiously on the floor. But, she stopped once she finally noticed the figure behind her. She looked and softly gasped, immediately bowing. “Mr. Jeon.”

“Ari, right?” The girl nodded. “Tell Y/n I’m sorry. She has my phone number, I’ll be calling her later.”

Ari nodded yet again, being left behind dumbfounded when Jungkook left. His guards followed behind him, leading him towards Jimin who had, thankfully, not left yet.

“You doing okay?” Jungkook asked, appearing next to Jimin’s side. Jimin didn’t look at him and looked straight ahead, sighing. “Listen, Jin is just protecting us.”

“I know he is,” Jimin answered. “But, he’s not doing it in a way that is good. We have experienced Iseul’s horrible ways, he should’ve understood that that’s the type of person she is.”

“I know.”

“And Y/n doesn’t want to basically talk to me,” Jimin breathed out. “I finally made a friend who treats me as a human being and not a monster or an object. She genuinely wants to get to know me. That old hag… Nabi ruined it for the others.”

“Nabi was a horrible person,” Jungkook said, following behind him into the car. They both situated themselves and put on their seatbelts, still thinking about the events that had happened. “We just fell in love with the wrong person.”

“We kill people,” Jimin started, his head moving side to side to display his anger at speaking about his past lover. “We have blood in our hands. We torture people to tell us what we need to know, yet we couldn’t tell when Nabi lied to us. We were just candy to her. She stole from us, lied to us, wasn’t loyal to us, and she made us do everything for her because she knew we would do anything for her.”

“Love made us blind, Jimin,” Jungkook reassured him, grabbing his hand. “We fell for her. Hard. We have been dating for years and getting someone new into our relationship simply made us all excited. We didn’t see what others could. Our parents didn’t see it either. It’s not our fault.”

Jimin nodded at his words and slumped his shoulders. “Y/n doesn’t want anything to do with me, us. I get her opinion, though. She said she won’t talk to me if Jin feels uncomfortable that she’s doing so. She’s such an angel, though, because she got accused of basically being a gold digger by Jin and yet, she’s thinking of his feelings.”

“Listen, Jin is just… taking care of us,” Jungkook looked down to catch Jimin’s attention and smiled a little when he made eye contact with him. “After Nabi, we were all heartbroken and Jin had to pick up the pieces that she broke while he was handling his own pain. I know right now you feel this way because Y/n has become your friend, but look at the issue in point of view.”

“I know,” Jimin mumbled, his chest heaving by the amount of sighs he leg out while he licked his lips. “I just wish he wasn’t so harsh, you know? He should trust us.”

“I know, I know,” Jungkook wrapped an arm around his shoulders, bringing their heads together. “We’ll go home and we need to talk to Y/n, whether she likes it or not.”

Jimin chuckled. “That’ll be nice. I already miss her.”

Jungkook smiled before the two quieted down, admiring the scenery. He could only think of you and he knew Jimin was thinking of you, too.

It was odd the way you easily bonded with them. Especially with him, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi. All four were the quietest out of the 7, and for you to manage to get them out their shells for a bit was more than enough for Jungkook to be able to trust you with his older partners and with him.

“Jungkook said he’ll call you later,” Ari told you as soon as you two sat down for dinner in your apartment. Eunji sat across from you, her son by her side as he ate some cut up potatoes that Eunji had said, “He has an obsession with potatoes. Do not get any, he’ll throw a fit.”

“I don’t really feel like it’s fair for Mr. Kim,” you frowned, shaking your head. Ari and Eunji arched their eyebrows as if asking which one. “The older one. He seemed like he was uncomfortable with me… and he was! He really asked how much money I wanted.”

“He’s probably taking care of them emotionally, honey,” Eunji threw you a pitied look. “I mean, they haven’t personally talked to anyone since the employee that used to work in our division got fired.”

You sighed and nodded, playing with your food. “Yeah, you’re right. I just feel like he could’ve dealt with the situation better instead of calling me a liar when there was evidence and there are people who saw the situation happen. I know you two have my back. The other workers… not so much.”

“Look, just give him a chance to know you,” Ari reassured you by placing her hand on top of yours, hoping to soothe your nerves. “If he doesn’t want to, it’s his loss. But you at least know that Jimin, or any of the boys you have met, didn’t exactly know what he was going to say.”

“Wait for them to call,” Eunji suggested, a smirk forming on her lips. You snorted and shook your head.

“I doubt they’ll even remember.”

As dinner passed by quickly, Ari, Eunji, and her child left your home. You were thankful that they at least helped you clean and you quickly did all of your business before heading to bed.

As you got out of the shower and changed, you went to bed, after making sure everything was locked and secured in your house, and just laid there. You really didn’t know what to think about the situation, but your friends were. You should cut Jin some slack and you do what to but it’s the he humiliated you and said some things he shouldn’t have said.

Your phone buzzing broke you off of your thoughts. You grabbed it and looked at the screen, smiling a little at seeing Jimin’s name showing up. Maybe you should ignore it, but you knew you would feel bad so you answered.

“Hello?” You responded, putting the phone on speaker.

“Hey,” you heard the way his voice softened, speaking to you in almost a hushed whisper. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I hadn’t gone to sleep yet, don’t worry,” you chuckled a little, feeling your heart beating against your chest. You placed a hand on top and calmed your breathing down. “Why are you calling me?”

“I’m sorry for how things went in the office,” he apologized and you heard the way he let out a sigh, clearly phased by his partner’s actions. “Jin isn’t like that but, I hope you do understand he is very cautious about women who befriend us. He has been the one to pick us all up once we get hurt and he always takes care of us. With you, his instincts went off. We got close to you in a matter of two weeks and he got worried.” He heard silence. “I know his reaction wasn’t right at all and I apologize on his behalf. He shouldn’t have assumed you were doing anything because of money.”

“I know he doesn’t know me,” you started, “but it still hurt to be accused of basically wanting to sleep with you guys or be accused of wanting money. The harassment I receive at work is no joke and it’s not something I would exactly like about.”

“I know, flower,” there goes your heart again, “I know. But, I am sorry, okay? And he doesn’t mind that we hang out with you. Everyone stood up for you so he saw that we trusted you.”

You softly giggled while your eyes drooped from the lateness and lack of sleep. “That’s nice of you guys. Thank you.”

“I was going to ask you a favor by the way,” you heard him say and you hummed, gesturing for him to continue. “Is it okay if we can sleep on call? I’m sleeping alone today and the others went to a business meeting real quick. It’ll only be for today.”

You smiled a little and nodded. “It’s okay, Jimin. We can stay on. I won’t be heading to work tomorrow either way. I have my day off.”

You heard Jimin snickered and sheets rustling. “I’ll come visit you with food then. I miss your presence.” Your face flushed and you cleared your throat. “I don’t hear any talk back so I’ll show up.”

“No you aren’t,” you scoffed, not believing his words. Jimin hummed.

“Watch me.”

You smiled at his words. “Goodnight, Jimin. Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight, y/n, sweet dreams,” Jimin repeated back and you cuddled your blankets, placing your phone on the night stand beside you, letting it charge. You heard him talk. “Before you fully sleep, Namjoon and Hoseok want to go to lunch with you. Get to know you. Don’t worry, I’ll be there.”

“Mhm, I’ll go, but you better come pick me because I don’t want another one of you knowing my address.”

“Be quiet and get enough rest for tomorrow.”

“Okay, okay. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, flower.”

Combined Beings (xvii)

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, 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

“You need to come out of the bathroom, my love.”

Jimin’s voice was heard from the other side of the door of the bathroom, your figure hidden away from their eyes ever since you had gotten dressed in a black dress.

You glanced at yourself on the mirror, a dainty silver necklace with green pendants adorning your neck and a matching set of earrings already on your ears. You had received them as a gift from Yoongi, the man stating they were all going to be matching with you, as a way for people to know you’re with them and for your family to know, too. You also had your Diamond bracelet on your wrist, the one with the tracker, and the boys took theirs as well.

“I’m okay,” you breathed in, admiring how the dress hugged your figure. You had to admire yourself. You couldn’t give the women that had put you down—on a constant—take advantage of you by belittling you. So, you admired yourself. “I’ll open the door soon! I just need a little me-time before I show you guys. Is that okay?”

“That’s fine, beautiful,” Namjoon said out loud. “Take your time okay, baby? We don’t have to rush.”

The boys glanced at one another, but they couldn’t help but feel excited to see you. Even though Namjoon was busy making sure you guys had enough security and enough of his men with him to keep a close on all of you, he was still buzzing with excitement at being able to see you in that dress after Eunji and Ari had teased them about it. The two girls simply told them, “She looks so beautiful and so fucking hot and we got to see her and not you.”

He and the boys were all ready, fixing their jewelry, getting their guns, and placing them on the back of their waistband. They had to be ready for danger and they had to be prepared just in case you disappeared. They went through every scenario with you and they made sure you were okay with it all. They just hoped Iseul and her mother were smart enough to not do anything to you.

“Okay, I’m coming out,” you softly announce, opening the door as slowly as you could. You gulped say your hands slightly shook, clasping them behind your back as you couldn’t dare look up. But, you heard silence and looked at the 7 underneath your lashes. “How do I look?”

“Eunji and Ari were right,” Namjoon lowly answered, his eyes looking you up and down. “You look beautiful, baby.”

Namjoon stepped up first, kissing you for the first time. He has been wanting to give you space at first, letting you take action, but you looked so beautiful he just had to.

His lips immediately fit with yours perfectly, hands finding themselves intertwined with your hair, his rings softly meeting the side of your face for a brief moment.

“As hot as that is,” Jungkook spoke as you and Namjoon continued kissing very deeply, “I want to kiss her.”

“No,” Namjoon croaked out, continuing to kiss you and you enjoyed it all. Well, you did until he pulled away and smiled at you, backing away while he gestured to Jungkook to get to you now.

Jungkook grinned and his hand found its way to your cheek, as usual, while his other placed itself on your hip, holding you in place. The other 6 couldn’t help but feel turned on at noticing the youngest two of the group basically make-out in front of them, especially with the way Jungkook brought you closer to his body, hand slithering it’s way from your hip, to your lower back, and then to your ass. He grinned into your molded lips, finding your reaction (a gasp that layer turned to you swatting his arm) funny.

“Alright, Jungkook,” Yoongi stepped up, grabbing you by the waist to take you away from him. Jungkook’s lips went to chase yours, but when he saw that Yoongi was giving him a look, he groaned and stepped away, though, Jimin was the first to step in and kiss him to quiet him down.

It was safe to say, all 7 of them were turned on by you, by the kissing, and by you. The way you looked and the way you held yourself was such an attraction to all of them because although you slightly shook from nerves, you didn’t let that stop you from knowing you did look beautiful.

“I love watching you kiss,” Jimin chuckled, watching the way your hands were placed on Yoongi’s face, his hands gripping your waist and bringing you even closer if possible, “but we need to go to the ceremony.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Yoongi mumbled on your lips but he didn’t show any evidence of backing away.

Jimin playfully rolled his eye and tilted his side towards Taehyung who grabbed Yoongi away while Jimin grabbed you.

“Leave our flower alone,” Jimin stated, arms wrapping themselves around your waist from behind. “You’ll have your chance to makeout with her in the car when we’re heading to the ceremony.”

“Fine by me.”

They all walked away, but Jimin stayed behind with you as you touched up your hair and lipgloss, shaking your head.

“I like how you guys kiss me like I’m going somewhere for years,” you chuckled and he smiled at you from the mirror you were staring at yourself on.

“We just love kissing those lips,” Jimin shrugged, kissing your shoulder from his position behind you. He kept his smile on his face. “You truly look beautiful, flower. You always do but, you look even beautiful today knowing that everyone will know you as ours.”

“Isn’t that dangerous, though?”

“Baby, we will do anything to protect you.”

His words warmed your body and you could only think about what you did in your past life to be in this position. 7 men were in love with you and they looked at you as if you hung up the moon and stars all on your own. You truly deserved this love and you loved loving them.

When you got in the car, your guards immediately went to the front seats, leaving the 7 boys to figure out how to sit. They didn’t want to get another car, so they opted that two people need to sit on someone’s lap.

Yoongi grabbed you in a flash, making your body lay across his lap. Jimin had to sit on Jin’s lap, the man enjoying it way too much as he got to annoy Jin.

“Turn up the radio a bit, Jae,” Hobi instructed, knowing that you would be too embarrassed if the sounds of yours and Yoongi’s lips smacking against one another was heard.

Jae did so, his phone in hand as he texted his wife to keep him occupied until you all reached your destination.

It wasn’t long before you all arrived to the venue, noticing that people kept coming in and out of it, drinks in hand. You got out with the help of Jimin whose hands reached for the gloss you had told him to take care of.

“Fix your gloss, baby,” he muttered, leaning in to peck your lips.

You smiled at him and nodded, turning around to look at yourself on the mirror, touching up the gloss… again. You let out a sigh as you finished, turning around to face the venue again.

“Are you ready?” You looked at the man beside you and you smiled a little at Jin, slowly nodding. He grabbed your hand, squeezing it, noticing your discomfort starting to show as you all headed towards the venue.

You 8 walked inside, guards guarding you you while they inspected your surroundings, making sure no threats were to be found. They dispersed, though, standing near you 8 while you looked for familiar faces. Some family members you remembered, turned to look at you as 7 handsome men were by your side, one of them holding your hand.

Your eyes met your sister’s, whose eyes widened at seeing you there. She honestly wasn’t sure if you would even come over, knowing that your mom makes you uncomfortable and some aunts, her sisters, also make you uncomfortable.

“You made it!” Your sister exclaimed, hugging you. You could smell the alcohol from her and you chuckled. When you lived with her for a bit, drunk her was always amusing and she was extremely touchy. “I’m happy you made it. Mom was getting on my damn nerves and the party started like 2 hours ago. How can she do that already?”

“That’s her gift,” you chuckled and you saw her eyes landing on the men by your side. “Um, these are… my boyfriends.”

“All 7?” She asked, her eyes widening at the revelation. Her mouth stayed open but, she stepped forward to hug Taehyung first. “Welcome to the family!”

“Oh, uh,” Taehyung looked taken back at her words before awkwardly patting her back, “thank you.”

“I already know what Mom is going to say,” your sister continued hugging them all while she stared at you. “I hope you’re okay with what she will say. I’ll step in and Dad will step in.”

“He’s here?” You frowned as Jimin kept his position behind you, hands on your hips while Jin still held your hand in his grip. Your sister nodded, hugging the last guy—Yoongi—before moving away.

“Yeah, he likes my husband which, you need to meet by the way,” she looked around as she stepped away. She hummed. “Let me look for him. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, I’ll look for Dad,” you said and she nodded, walking away. You turned to look at the guys. “My mom is the one who we need to worry about. My dad is much more… welcoming.”

“So, we don’t like your mom, we like your dad?” Hobi questioned and you shook your head up and down to let him know that yes, your mom isn’t liked and your dad is.

“Y/n!”

Your heart sped up as your mom, so much for luck, headed your way, Iseul’s mom right beside her. Her eyes slightly widened, though, when she came to find the 7 boys by your side.

“Hi, mom,” you gave her a small smile, letting her hug you. Similar to what Taehyung had done, you awkwardly patted your mom’s back. “It’s nice to see you again.”

She backed away, ignoring the men while she glanced at your body up and down, eyes slightly stopping to stare at the bracelet on your wrist and then at the necklace.

“Are these fake?” Your mom gasped, touching the necklace and you shook your head. “You don’t need to lie, honey.”

“They aren’t,” Namjoon spoke, causing your mom to glance at him and noticing the same necklace on his neck. “Do you know your jewelry, ma’am?”

“And who are you?”

Namjoon didn’t respond to your mom. If anything, he looked past her to stare at Iseul’s mom, a sarcastic smile spreading on his lips as he curtly waved.

“Hi, Mrs. Kim,” he said, your mom’s mouth opening a bit as he ignored her, “say hi to your husband for me and remind him of our meeting coming soon.”

“I will, Namjoon…”

“Now, I’m Namjoon,” he continued, now his gaze settling on your mother who was staring at him with a shock expression, knowing what type of business Mrs. Kim’s husband was in. “I’m one of your daughter’s boyfriends.”

“One of them?”

“They’re all my boyfriends mom,” you breathed out, gesturing towards the men. Then did she notice that the necklace and bracelet you were wearing, they all wore it, too. “This is, Jimin, Jin, Taehyung, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jungkook, and Namjoon.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” Your mom hissed at you, glancing over her shoulders to make sure no one heard her. “Are you sleeping around with different men?”

“Uh,” you dragged out the word, “I’m in a relationship with different men.”

“Y/n this is no place for jokes,” your mom continued to scowl at you, her eyes running themselves Obed your face. You sighed and you felt Jimin taking you back with him when he saw that your mom was about to grab your arm. “She is my daughter.”

“Do not touch her,” Jin gave her a stoic expression.

“Mom, this is my sister’s wedding,” you frowned, watching as she rolled her eyes, a scoff escaping her lips. “Do not make this about you when it’s not. Don’t think I didn’t notice how the colors of the wedding are your favorite colors and half of the people here are your friends and not hers.”

“You’re embarrassing me in front of everyone,” your mom continued and you felt the boys behind you about to hold onto you but, they figured you’ll ask for help when you need it. They will step in, though, if your mom lays her hands on you. “First you—”

“Honey!” Your dad appeared in front of you as he softy pushed your mom aside, hugging you tightly against him. “It’s been so long. Why don’t you visit?”

“Dad, I’ve just been busy with work,” you sighed, hugging him back as tightly before you’re whispering in his ear. “Can you take us to a table, please? Mom is getting on my nerves.”

“Yeah, she’s been getting on mine, too,” your dad whispered back and you chuckled at his words. “You need to introduce me to these guys because they look scary. Now let’s go.”

Your dad immediately led you away from your mom who was glaring at him. The two never got along and your mom still held a grudge for the fact that he left her when she started getting at him for being lazy—he had enough jobs—and gaining more weight. It was sad for you that the woman you looked up to and gave birth to you, criticized you and your father for their weight. Even she criticized herself, but it wasn’t as bad as for you both.

When you sat down, the boys didn’t even hesitate to grab chairs and change them so they could be by your side and behind you. Your dad shook their hands, curtly bowing as they did, too.

“They’re my boyfriends,” you smiled as Jungkook placed a hand on your thigh, the same smile on his own lips. Yoongi, beside you, wrapped an arm behind the chair, his thumb rubbing your shoulder. “They own the company I work at.”

“Ah,” your dad nodded before he, too, smiled at the boys. “I’m happy my daughter’s in good hands.”

“We’ll take care of her.”

“There you guys are,” your sister appeared, a smile spread on her lips as she tugged on the arm of a man. “This is my husband, Eunwoo oh! And this,” she grabbed another man’s arm as the smile on yours and the other’s vanished, “is Daeseong, his brother.”

Jungkook’s grip on your thigh tightened as he pursed his lips, his eyes staring him down. “Daeseong! Nice to see an employee of ours here.”

“Employee?” Eunwoo questioned, introducing himself to you. “I didn’t know you worked. You’re doing something for the first time in your life, huh?” Daeseong ignored his brother as he shook the hands of the 7 men. “Is my little brother doing well?”

“He’s doing well,” Namjoon shortly said, his eyes burning themselves towards the man whose smile didn’t dare stray away from his lips. But Namjoon could see the gulp, displaying his nervousness. He turned to Jin, leaning in to whisper. “Do you see Iseul?”

“ No,” Jin shook his head. “I’ve been trying to look for her but I don’t see her anywhere in this room. We stilll need to be careful.”

It wasn’t long before they had bonded with your dad, talking to him about his work and talking about their work, not the whole mafia business one. It was nice to see them bond, but it sucked even more when you could feel your mother’s eyes on you from across the room and Daeseong’s own. You panicked, though, once you saw Iseul finally appearing, standing near him.

“Of course,” you heard Jin from behind you murmur to Namjoon. “Those two are together which is how Iseul’s mother and Iseul hang out with Y/n’s family.”

“Keep an eye on her.”

“Is something wrong?” You asked Yoongi who looked at you, his eyes running themselves over your face. He sighed and shook his head. “What’s wrong?”

“All I know is that you need to stay closer to us, okay, angel?” You nodded and he placed his hand on the back of your head, giving it a kiss before his lips traveled down towards your ear. “Good girl.”

Your body heated up and you playfully rolled your eyes at his antics which had him laughing a little.

“Your mother isn’t the bed, is she?” He continued to ask and you shook your head. “We’re all happy to have you. I hope you realize that. Whatever she made you feel, whatever she did to you, we’ll be here to help you. I hope you’ll be able to see yourself how we see you and that’s you being such a beautiful girl inside and out.”

“I’m just scared that the trauma I have gotten from her actions will cause me to not believe your guys’ words,” you admitted as the others continued talking amongst themselves. He stared at you as you spoke. “Especially from her and insulting my weight to her and my dad’s relationship.”

“They were always fighting, every weekend, screaming and throwing stuff to one another?” You nodded at Yoongi’s words and he sighed, nodding along with you, too. “My parents did that, too, but, I was relieved more than hurt when they finally divorced. Thankfully, they both found partners that love them both. Though they can’t face one another, they’re happy now.”

“But you can’t help but remember those days?” He nodded again in agreement. “Those were always the bad days.”

“It sucks, baby,” Yoongi breathed out, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on the back of it, “but we can’t let their failed relationship affect and shape us. We have good partners now who will always be by our side, in the good and bad, and will always be here to love us. Okay? You got us now.”

You smiled at his words and leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling him wrap an arm around your own.

“So lovey-dovey,” Jimin poked his head by Yoongi’s side, a grin on his lips. “I love it!”

You two ignored his words, but you couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm, finding it amusing how he had such a grin set on his lips.

“Hey,” your sister kneeled in front of you, stumbling a little, “can you help me in the dressing room to take off this dress? I don’t want to step on it and then have my boobs be shown.”

“I-” You were taken aback at her blunt words and a little scoff escaped your lips. “Yeah, let’s go. We’ll take some water to sober you up and then clean some of your makeup.”

“This is why I love you so much.”

You smiled at her words and stood up, helping her. But before you could continue while ignoring the boys’ eyes on your body, they all simultaneously stopped you.

“Take Jae’s second-in-command” Jin instructed while Hobi called said man while waving another man to come, too. “That one, too. They have their guns on them. If you’re not by here in about 10-ish minutes, we’ll go knock on the door. We already have the room, got it?”

You nodded and Namjoon stepped forward. “Remember what we have talked about, okay? Just stay calm. We’ll find you.”

“Okay,” you shakily breathed out. “I’ll stay calm. Find me if anything happens, okay?”

“I love you.”

You softly smiled, feeling your hand being tugged. “I love you.”

“Go.”

Your sister dragged you off towards the dressing room for her and you fed her the water that Jae’s second-in-command had given you. It wasn’t a lot as to what you were doing but, your sister then headed towards the bathroom, leaving you to fend for yourself while you looked around.

You heard a thud, so thinking it was your drunk sister, you knocked on the door.

“You okay?” You asked and then you heard the married girl puking her guts out. You crinkled your nose, hating the sound before backing away. “I’ll be here.”

Though, you heard a couple of grunts that clearly didn’t come from your sister. Breathing in and out, you already knew that the boys were right. You would be getting kidnapped and it would be so nerve-wracking and scary, but as long as you remembered what they taught you.

You didn’t have to look in the mirror to know that the person who had opened the door wasn’t one of the men assigned to you.

“Come on.”

You sighed. “You don’t have to do this, Daeseong.”

“I have to or Iseul will have her father kill me,” Daeseong muttered, grabbing you. “Why did you have to date all 7 of them? That wasn’t apart of the plan, y/n. You fucked this up for me and for the others working for Iseul. We’re all going to get killed regardless.”

“Which is why you need to let me go,” you tried glancing at him over your shoulder, but a bag was placed over your head as you felt breeze, alerting you that you were outside. “You have 7 men who will hurt. If you let me go—”

“Shut up.”

He pushed you up towards a car, making you freak out by the sudden reality you are now facing. You tried to hide the fact you were starting to get scared and you were even trying to hide the fact that your chest was heaving up and down.

As they drove away, your fingers pressed the button on your Diamond bracelet, alerting the boys of your situation. Though, another set of hands grabbed it, taking it away.

“I knew this would happen,” he huffed. “I told Iseul that your bracelet would be having some type of alert. I’ll hold onto it, though.”

But you held in your small chuckle as you knew that the bracelet had a tracker. He didn’t need to know that fact.

It wasn’t long before all 7 boys’ bracelets seemingly beeped simultaneously. They all looked at one another, grabbing their phones while tracking your bracelet.

“They got her.”

They all stood up, walking towards the dressing room with their guns in hand. Their guards were already following behind, ignoring the looks of those in the party aware of what they were holding.

Jimin noticed the guards knocked out, blood seeping from the wounds on their heads. Your sister was looking around the room, suddenly sober.

“Where’s Y/n?” Jimin asked and your sister looked at them and their guns.

“I don’t know,” she rushed out, shaking her head. “I-I came out of the bathroom after throwing up and I come out and she’s not here. Where is she? Where’s my sister?”

“Don’t worry. We’re already planning on bringing her back. On the meantime, get rid of guests except your mom and Iseul’s mother if she’s here.”

Your sister seemed to have sobered up by now. “Please find her.”

“We will. Now hurry and bring in your husband, too.”

Combined Beings

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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A/N: I accidentally deleted my account so thankfully i got the chapters by email (thanks @iamkookiesforyou for helping me figure thta out!)

“Listen, do you want me to punch them?”

Your best friend and co-worker, Ari, spoke from her spot next to you as you two eyed the other workers there. They were all mindlessly staring at their computers or highlighting papers all while they took breaks bringing you down.

You snorted. “No. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“It’s just annoying the way they believe they are the most beautiful creatures when their personalities are complete shit,” Ari scoffed out, glancing at you before you two looked away from everyone. You two faced the other way towards the muffins the CEO’s had dropped off early in the morning when no one was there. “Like, I’m all for women power but, fuck that power when it comes to them.”

“Ari,” you chuckled at her words and she shrugged, as if she didn’t say anything wrong. And she didn’t. You just didn’t want her to be the subject of teasing next. “Listen, don’t worry that pretty head of yours. I’m not exactly phased by it.”

“As long as you aren’t,” she looked at you, eyeing the strand of hair you placed behind your ear. “Remember, you are just as beautiful and you are absolutely breathtaking.”

“I’m going to start dating you if you don’t stop.”

“Please, do so,” she winked at you playfully before you two giggled at one another’s words. It was cut short when a voice broke you two out of your bubble.

“Y/n, stop hogging the food, I’m sure you’ve had enough by the way you look,” Ari rolled her eyes when you two turned around to see, Iseul, the woman who will not leave you alone, and Minjun, who bullied you because said woman did so.

“Oh, please, it’s embarrassing that at your age you’re acting so immature,” Ari gave the woman a deadpan stare. “Let’s clear up, too, that your inappropriate work clothes aren’t going to attract the attention of the CEOs.”

“Just leave us alone,” you breathed out, not phased by Iseul’s words. “You clearly are too bored that you’re not minding your own business.”

“You better watch the way you speak to your elders, y/n,” Minjun seethed at you and the way you spoke to Iseul.

“Again, emphasis on the ‘elders’,” Ari smiled sarcastically before grabbing your arm and leading you away. You got stopped, though, when Minjun grabbed your arm rather harshly, his bitten off nails digging into the flesh of your arm.

“You’re nothing here,” he spat out. “This business isn’t for girls that look like you. You and your friend here, if you keep talking to us with such disrespect, I will take this to the CEOs.”

“Act your age,” you glared at him, pulling your arm away from his grip. You and Ari walked away while your dearest friend rubbed the damaged skin. “He really said this business as if we didn’t work on trading products.”

“They probably don’t even realize the stupid words that escape their lips,” Ari shook her head. “But, anyway, with her and his horrible personality, they won’t won’t get anyone.”

“Minjun is so whipped for her,” you pointed out and Ari hummed at your words. “It makes me feel bad when he gets treated badly by her but, when he says stupid stuff like right now, I don’t feel bad. Does that make me a bad person?”

Ari smiled at how kind you were. It was the best and worst trait of yours. You really needed to be the badass woman she saw when you were at the club and a guy tried groping you.

Let’s just say, the guy ended up with a nose that his girlfriend, who attacked you instead, had to pay for.

“I love you so much,” Ari spoke, “but don’t feel bad for a douchebag like him. He put himself in that situation, lovely.”

You hummed in agreement as you sat down by your desk, Ari sitting next to you.

“Are you staying later by the way?” You asked her and she shook her head, sighing in relief.

“Thank goodness I don’t,” she breathed out, placing her hands behind her head. “For the first time, I am going home early.”

“Lucky,” you pouted. “I’m staying late.”

“Poor you.”

She laughed at your pain before you two started on work, working on the things you needed to in order to get out of work quickly.

It wasn’t long before you and your supervisor, Eunji, were the only ones left in the building, both of you giving each other assignments once in a while while bringing one another food or water.

“Y/n!” Eunji spoke loudly from her office room, glancing down at her watch while her bag was over her shoulder and her jacket was placed on her forearm. “Hey, I have to pick up my son from my mother-in-law’s. The documents that you are finishing need to be handed to Mr. Park by 7. His floor is second to last and his assistant is there, tell her about the documents, and she’ll let you hand them to him. I have a folder on my desk and it’s the yellow one. And that’s about it. Can you do that?”

She looked at you and you processed the information before nodding. “Don’t worry. I’ll have them turned in before that.”

She smiled at you. “Thank you so much. I wouldn’t have asked you for this but the documents are important. My son was just feeling fussy so I have to pick him up.”

“Don’t worry, Eunji,” you playfully rolled your eyes at her. “No, go. I’m okay doing this.”

“Call me if you forgot what documents you need to turn in.”

“I will.”

You sighed as soon as she got into the elevator, looking around the building as the sunset came through the windows, alerting you of the time.

You looked down at the documents again after putting music on and pursed your lips before puffing your cheeks.

You really needed to sleep early.

After 20 minutes passed, you glanced at the time. 6:33. You grabbed what you needed before heading towards Eunji’s office, grabbing the yellow document she told you to get on top of her desk.

Walking to the elevator, you moved around in the uncomfortable flats that were starting to hurt your feet since you had been walking around in the beginning of work, being told to do this or that by Iseul. After all, you couldn’t say no since she only got the job because of her persistent mother who donated so much to the company.

You looked up when the elevator made a sound, letting you know it opened. But, you were startled when you saw a man there, jacket on his arm and a black mask on covering the lower half of his face. He looked at you with such piercing, beautiful eyes, staring at you up and down.

You cleared your throat softly, getting in, and glanced at the buttons in front of the man.

“What floor?” The man asked, giving you a look one more time before his hands hovered against the things you were looking at.

“Second to last floor,” you answered, fingers drumming against your arm since you had them crossed over your chest.

“So, you’re going to see Mr. Park?” The man asked and you nodded timidly. He hummed. “Have you ever met him?”

“No,” you shook your head. “This will be my first time. My supervisor is usually the one to drop them off but, she had to leave early so she left these behind for me to hand.”

“You’re overworking, then?” The man questioned next and you pursed your lips before shrugging.

“I guess you could say that,” you replied, sending him a small smile as he continued to look at you here and there. “I don’t mind, though. I like getting my work done even if I have to leave home late and even if I don’t get paid for those hours.”

“What’s your name?” The man hummed once again, putting his jacket on. Once he did so, he placed his hands in his pockets, eyes meeting yours. He arched an eyebrow before sticking out his hand. You glanced between it and his face.

“My name is Y/n,” you answered, shaky hand touching his. Your breath hitched in your throat as his icy hand held yours tightly but soft at the same time. You could tell he smiled by the way it reached his eyes, clearly wanting to tease your reaction. “What’s yours?”

Dramatically, the elevator pinged, and you looked up to see the doors opening.

The man next to you stuck out his arm, letting you go first and you bowed, heading towards the pregnant assistant who was standing up to get a drink. You smiled at her and she did, too, but she focused on the man who came out with you.

“Mr. Park!”

“Hi, Binna,” he bowed and you held in your gasp at who he was. He towered over you, shoulder bumping into yours as he got closer to you, grabbing something from his assistant. He looked at you. “I got it from here, by the way. You should head home, I want you to go eat dinner and be with your family.”

Binna nodded and bowed at your boss. “I will, Mr. Park.”

She turned to grab her stuff and Mr. Park turned, too, the documents handed to him still being held in his grasp. He glanced over his shoulder, tilting his head to the side, instructing you to follow him.

You nodded and did so, bowing goodbye to his assistant, thanking her even if she hadn’t talked to you, but she, nonetheless, did the same.

You walked behind Mr. Park, taking in your surroundings. God, his office was such a spacious place with only his assistant in the front of the elevator, and then having to take another hallway to get to his office.

He opened the door, making you go in first, and he went second, closing it behind him. The heels of his shoes hit the floor as he walked towards his desk, making you gulp.

You breathed in, hoping your awkwardness won’t course through your body and hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“What happened to Eunji?” The man spoke as soon as he sat down. He looked at you and he took off his mask, running a hand over his hair. You tried hiding the way your breath hitched in your throat. He was so beautiful.

You cleared your throat. “She said she had to go pick up her son from her mother in law’s.”

He nodded and looked at you intensely, his gaze burning holes throughout your body. You walked toward him, handing him the documents.

He hummed and grabbed them, his fingertips brushing against the skin of your hand, a surge of goosebumps rising on your arm.

He looked at the documents before fully looking at you, his gaze dropping down your body subtlety that you yourself didn’t even notice since you wanted to get out.

He surprised you, though, once his fingers reached out to grab your arm. His thumb ran itself over the skin where Minjun’s fingers left a bruise, some skin having peeled off, too, but not to the point where you bled.

“Who did this?” He mumbled to you, standing up from his chair to stand in front of you.

You debated whether you should tell him, but you knew he wouldn’t believe you once he tried doing something about Minjun. After all, Minjun was close to Iseul and she had more power than you. You could look like a fool and you’d be fired.

“Um, I did it?” You mentally facepalmed yourself at your tone before closing your eyes and sighing.

He chuckled at your words before glancing at you. He turned around and grabbed a kit nearby, grabbing some things.

“I know it’s not bleeding,” he said, “but I’d rather clean it and put the bandaid on.”

“Oh, you don’t have to, Mr. Park,” you tried to wave him off but he gripped your arm, wiping the skin with an antiseptic wipe.

“I don’t mind, y/n, right?” he looked up at you through his lashes, making you nod. But he arched an eyebrow. “Words.”

“Um, yes, Mr. Park.”

He smiled at your words. “Better.” You looked down at the way he placed a bandaid on your arm and he snorted at the designs. “Hope you like it.”

You looked at it and smiled in amusement, the bandaid having been one of Barbie. You chuckled just like he did, eyeing it before turning to look back at him.

“Thank you,” you bowed your head and he hummed before grabbing another and giving it to you.

“Here, have it,” he said. “I’m pretty sure all of them are Barbie so, enjoy one. If you get hurt and you want a pretty bandaid, come see me.”

“Thank you again, Mr. Park,” you bowed again before walking away.

“Don’t hesitate to come up here if you want to tell me who did that to you,” he spoke up, causing you to freeze in your steps. You opened the door. “I don’t tolerate harassment.”

You nodded. “I’ll tell you. Thank you.”

“Bye, y/n.”

“Bye, Mr. Park.”

“So, he just took care of that for you?” Ari looked at the bandaid in shock, clearly still processing the fact that you had met one of your CEOs. “He even knows how beautiful you are.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.”

“I’m being serious, y/n,” she swatted your arm, looking at you with wide eyes. “If I go up there right now with a scratch, I’m sure he would just ignore me.”

“Not true.”

“Uh, scratch me!” She exclaimed, sticking her arm out. You raised an eyebrow at her, glancing at her and then down at her arm.

“I am not hurting you.”

“You’re gonna hurt me,” she said, furrowing her eyebrows. “I will do anything to prove my point.”

“Oh my god, I’m not gonna even get to scratch you,” you crossed your arms as you stared at your friend, “especially if I’m doing it on purpose.”

“Hmm…”

“Those pants look tight on you,” you two turned to look at Iseul who came forward, a coffee in her hand. Ari smiled at her presence for the first time.

“Hey, Iseul,” Ari started, “did you gain weight?”

Iseul’s head snapped up to look at her and you turned around to grab your coffee, knowing fully well you couldn’t do much to stop your friend. You just stood back and will step in if necessary.

“Excuse me?” The woman asked with attitude seeping through her words. “You shouldn’t be talking to me that way, I will have you fired.”

“I’m just saying,” Ari shrugged. “You’ve been bullying, y/n, for her weight but maybe it’s because you’re projecting.”

Ari tried to hide her smile at coming to feel Iseul grab her arm. She really did take this serious.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Ari.”

Iseul’s fingernails did dig themselves into the girl’s arm, blood coming out of the wound. You sighed and grabbed your friend’s arms as soon as the other woman left.

“You’re bleeding, you idiot,” you breathed out, about to grab a napkin if it weren’t for Ari immediately moving away from your grip.

“I’m going to ask Eunji if she has documents to take up.”

Ari left quickly towards Eunji, ignoring the woman’s concern over her evident wound. Ari came out with documents and sent you a thumbs up, heading towards the elevator. You shook your head and sat on the chair by your desk, watching the elevator stop on the floor you were at yesterday.

It didn’t take less than five minutes for Ari to come down, a grin on her face. You stared at her, unfazed, before your eyes came to set on her arm.

“He didn’t take care of me like he did to you yesterday,” she smiled triumphantly, like as if she did something amazing. Her face then morphed into one of pain when she finally registered her wound. “Fuck, give me a bandaid.”

You already had it out, knowing she was already going to ask for it. She smiled before you two went back to work, doing the assignments due.

A couple minutes ago, Jimin Park sat by his desk, thinking about you.

In fact, he didn’t know why he was thinking about you. He never payed attention to any of the people who worked for him and the others, but why did he help you yesterday?

There was something about you. And it wasn’t the way your pants fit on your figure and the way the blouse looked so pretty on you. You were attractive, but those eyes of yours who looked at him in a way many didn’t look at him.

Every woman he’s come across immediately came onto him. Even people who worked for him. Boundaries were never set and they only saw him as an attractive man who they assumed can win over.

They would sit on his lap like he couldn’t say no. His silence, in their mind, was an invitation. And he hated being seen as an object.

So, when your innocent self came into the room, he noticed. He noticed the way you awkwardly stood and looked around, the way you only handed him documents, and he knew that you were there for innocent matters.

While he was thinking about you, a knock was heard from his door, and he looked down at his papers.

The door opened and he looked up before coming across a woman that pursed her lips, documents in hand. He looked back down, sticking his hand out, and feeling the documents she gave him on the palm of his hand. She stood by his desk, waiting for him to speak.

“Is there anything you need?” He asked, his gaze not leaving his work.

“No, sir. Is there anything you need?”

He glanced to the woman with a deadpan expression and shook his head. “You can go.”

She nodded and bowed, leaving, but he noticed the wound on her arm.

She could put a Band-Aid on her own arm.

Combined Beings (x)

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, 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

What the hell did you do?”

Jungkook and Taehyung appeared into the kitchen where Jimin, Namjoon, and Jin were talking in, conversing about the issue that had just happened not so long ago.

Jimin knew that the two would eventually found out what had happened since you texted them regularly, too. He could only imagine how shaken up you are, freaking out about what had happened and the way they killed people.

But the people they killed weren’t innocent. Not when they had kidnapped children for the benefit of their own boss who had wanted money out of the children’s parents. That’s why they had to do what they needed to do when they found out who had made reservations.

“You put her in danger!” Jungkook exclaimed before glaring at Jimin. “You can’t say you have genuine feelings for her when you do this.”

“I had to do this,” Jimin sternly spoke, slamming the counter. “It had to be done. I planned everything for her in order to make sure she was safe, I didn’t plan for her to see me kill someone.”

“It’s not about her seeing you,” Taehyung said, shaking his head. “It’s about her being caught in between of whatever business you two had when she simply wanted a genuine apology from Jin.”

“I did mean my apology,” Jin breathed out, staring at his partners. He couldn’t help but go back to Jungkook’s words, glancing at Jimin. “You like her?”

Jimin sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing the skin of his forehead with the fingers that contained the rings you always played with. “Why are you two even awake? You’re usually asleep by this time.”

“We’re going to see her,” Jungkook answered, picking up a jacket he had left on the couch. “She doesn’t want to be alone, especially because someone followed her home.”

“Someone followed her home?” Namjoon asked, his brows furrowing together and Taehyung hummed. “I warned you both if she was seen with any of you, she will be targeted. I warned you, did I not?”

“Look, at least we managed to get some of them,” Jin defended himself and Jimin. “We have been on their asses for so long and we needed to do this in order to get what we lost. We cannot let a girl step between us and our business.”

“That’s the problem,” Jimin breathed out, placing his hands on the counter that allowed him to set his weight on them, “she’s not just a girl to any of us, Jin. She is so much more. Namjoon is right and you know it, too. She could’ve been hurt, or worst, dead. You saw how kind she is… I saw it when you easily conversed with her.”

Jin didn’t say anything. Namjoon glanced between everyone before he let out a sigh. He turned to look at Jungkook and Taehyung.

“Be careful,” he raised his brows with a stern voice. “I’m serious. Take your weapons and have guards guarding her house. I don’t want you three to be in danger.”

“We will.”

Jimin could only feel such a heavy weight in the pit of his stomach, turning around to head towards the bathroom as quietly as he could since Hoseok and Yoongi were already cuddling and sleeping.

“Is it true?” He looked up and saw Jin’s figure behind him on the mirror. “You like her?”

Jimin knew he couldn’t get away with it so he nodded slowly. “I do… It’s nothing compared to what I felt for Nabi. It’s much more stronger and the connection I have with Y/n isn’t forced at all. I feel as safe with her as I feel with you all.”

“Listen,” Jin mumbled, stepping closer, “just be careful, okay? Do not pressure her into telling you anything. She will most likely not tell you her feelings since she knows you’re with us and she might not want to make any of us uncomfortable. Just be there for her just like you’re already doing right now.”

“You liked her, too,” Jimin smiled at him softly, rubbing the moisturizer on his face, eyeing Jin. “You have to admit, she just radiates such energy.”

“I liked her,” Jin agreed, nodding his head. “She’s a good girl. You see, I agreed with the plan because I didn’t like her and I didn’t care about her, but I see what you see in her. She’s very kind and she’s a great listener, too. I do regret what happened, but it’s better we did what we did or else more children were to be hurt and more people would be dead.”

Jimin couldn’t help but let out a sigh. Jin was right. But he still felt guilty about what you had felt and the feelings you were going through. He can’t shake away the way you looked at him after he found you. He never wished for you to see that part of him so early on when you two had gotten so comfortable with physical touch. Now, he already knew you were going to avoid him or, you won’t talk to him anymore.

He grabbed his phone.

Minnie ❤️ : I’m sorry for what you had to see today. I don’t want to apologize over text since I want you to hear it from my own lips and I want to explain it all so, let’s talk whenever you want ❤️

You stared at the message and you felt such pain in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t help but already feel bad for telling them to leave you alone but, it was scary what you had witnessed. And it sucked that Jin didn’t mean any of the words he had told you.

You recounted what you had gone through on your way back home and you shuddered, immediately locking everything in your house at the idea of that person coming back.

When you were walking home, then did you notice that Jin’s restaurant was very far from your home. It was turning dark and your heart hammered against your chest once you heard pattering footsteps behind you. You didn’t think much of it but it started making you anxious when you would cross a street and the person behind you would quickly follow. You didn’t need any of this crap since you just saw a person you were close to kill someone right in front of you. You didn’t want to deal with a random person stalking you.

That’s why you called the second person you were close to.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Jungkook,” you said very loudly, glancing at the person behind you. “Hey, so you have my location, right?”

“Yeah, I believe so,” Jungkook hummed and he furrowed his eyebrows once he could tell that you were purposely talking out loud. “What’s going on?”

“There’s a person following me,” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. You cleared your throat before speaking loudly again, “But, yeah, just meet me at this restaurant. They know me very well so just meet me there.”

“I’ll be there in a bit. Stay on call with me until you’re in a safe place, okay?” You hummed and silence was heard. “Wait, weren’t you just with Jin and Jimin?”

“I was,” you continued to talk while walking, making sure you were aware of your surroundings. “I just… I just witnessed Jimin and Jin kill people. I don’t care if you’re in it or anything, if you’re in a gang whatever, I just feel very, very scared.”

You heard the silence and heard him letting out a mutter of curses. “Those assholes… I’ll be right there with Taehyung. Please be safe, I’ll still stay on call.”

You could hear him moving on the other line, rustling heard here and there. You could see a restaurant coming up and you recognized it as the one who was close to your house, hurrying your steps in order to reach it and get away from the man who quickly followed behind.

Thankfully, you had seen one of your old friend’s from school. It seemed almost like a miracle when she recognized you and introduced you to her boyfriend. After catching up, you had asked them if they could give you a ride, which they so kindly agreed to. Jungkook wasn’t on call since he heard you with people you clearly knew, but he was still watching your location very closely, making sure that your location was now in the safety of your home.

He had told Taehyung to come with him, both of them heading your way when they encountered the men who put you in a bad situation.

After that encounter, they headed your way. It didn’t take long and they both told their bodyguards to guard the house while they went to be with you, their guns on the side of their waists, waiting to be taken out if they needed to be.

“Angel,” Taehyung knocked on the door, alerting you.

You quickly went to open the door and they looked at you, eyeing your expression and if you were in any type of harm. As Jungkook opened his mouth to talk, you cut him off, your arms going around his neck as he was the one closest to you, giving him a big hug.

He could feel you shaking in his arms and he knew you wouldn’t let go, so he raised you in his arms, your legs going around his waist with his hands resting underneath your thighs.

Taehyung nodded at the look he was given by the youngest, closing the front door, and opening the door to your room since it had a pendant on the front that alerted them it was yours.

“Hey, you’re okay,” Jungkook rubbed the skin of your thighs, the shorts that you usually wore to sleep riding up a bit. “You’re safe. You have us.”

“It was so scary,” you mumbled into his neck, feeling him place you down on the middle of your bed. Taehyung followed after, taking off his shoes and sweater as he went to sit by your side, pushing away hair that fell on your face. “I just wanted to enjoy dinner with Jin since he’s your guys’ boyfriend and I wanted to make sure he was comfortable around me.”

“I know, baby,” Taehyung muttered, running a hand over your hair softly. You ignored the way his new nickname for you made you feel. “Listen, we want to explain everything but we need all of us to explain it to you, okay? I know you don’t want to see Jimin or Jin but you’re going to have to talk to them in order to understand what’s been going on.”

“I want to give you a warning,” Jungkook spoke as he was also taking off his sweater, his tattoo sleeve catching your attention as you didn’t think his entire arm would be filled with art, “Jimin will try to talk to you. Yes, he’s going to tell you he’s sorry and he’ll give you time but Jimin is very… attached. He will come to you personally and apologize.”

“Should I be worried?” You frowned and Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head, laying down next to you.

“No,” he said. “Also, um, Namjoon was there so, expect him to apologize to you, too.”

“I just want to ask something,” you breathed out and they both looked at you since you were sandwiched between them. “Are you guys in a gang…?”

Taehyung snorted and he shrugged. “I will say this but I need your phone.” You gave it to him and he shut it off, you three watching it shut down. “We’re in a mafia. I know it’s not an easy thing to say or to process, but it’s been something we’ve been part of for years now and that’s why you saw Jimin and Jin kill someone.”

You stayed quiet and they leaned a bit forward in synch to make sure you were okay. You looked off in shock, mouth agape while your breath moved up and down.

“Oh, my God,” you whisper, glancing between the two. “Oh, my God!” You ran a hand over your face. “Are you guys going to be killed?”

Jungkook grabbed your hand. “No, angel. I’m pretty sure we’re not going to die. Listen, we’re telling you because the man that followed you might’ve seen you with one of us and took the chance to get you. From now on, you’re coming with either one of us, okay? We’re not going to let anyone harm you, especially if it’s because of us.”

“I could’ve died?” You exclaimed and Taehyung grabbed your other hand, kissing the back of it, something he would usually do to the others if they were ever stressed. “I’m going to die.”

“Don’t think like that,” Taehyung hummed, softly glaring at you. “You’re not doing to die. But please, take some guards right now to check on you and your house. It’ll help us feel better or we’ll sleep here and take turns.”

“I’m still processing the news you just dropped on me,” you muttered, looking at him from under your lashes and he softly smiled at you. “You look like you don’t harm a fly.”

He chuckled. “I’ve done worse. But, I don’t want you to see us in that light, okay? Jimin and Jin did a big, big mistake by allowing you to be in that situation, vulnerable. I know all you wanted was an apology from Jin.”

“Well, yeah,” you nodded, looking straight ahead as they situated themselves in a position where they could fully pay attention to you. “It made me uncomfortable being told that I made everything up just to get money from you all. I had been dealing with Iseul’s harassment since I started this job and at the end, it got out of hand because she saw me with Jimin.”

“Iseul was and is a bitch,” Jungkook huffed and you looked at him, his eyes meeting yours. “Sorry, it’s just… we have known her for years. She used to bully half of us but she took it out on me and Jimin the most. When we started growing our business more and more, she wanted to be included in our relationship, which is why her stepdad compromised with us.”

“We didn’t want Iseul to work in our company,” Taehyung continued. “But, her dad’s own business was lacking and no one knows this but, he started going bankrupt. He’s a nice guy, a nice mentor, so we gave his stepdaughter a chance to work with us while he was given some of our shipment to sell.”

You sighed and got closer to Taehyung, your face resting on his chest. He smiled at your affectionate side, glancing at Jungkook who had a faint of a smile on his lips.

“Go to sleep,” Jungkook whispered in your ear. You nodded and he wrapped an arm around your waist, their warmth lulling you to sleep. “We’ll talk more tomorrow if you want. You dealt with a lot today, angel.”

“Goodnight, baby.”

It wasn’t long before you went to sleep, soft snores escaping your lips. Jungkook watched as Taehyung moved, trying to grab his phone.

“You’re going to wake her up, Tae,” Jungkook said, continuing to watch his movements with amusement. Taehyung simply didn’t respond, letting out a small “aha” once he got the object he was looking for.

He stuck it out in front of him, taking a picture of his chin and you sleeping on his chest. He grinned once he saw how cute you looked, chuckling a bit deviously as he sent it to Jimin.

My love ❤️: your fuckups made me a lucky man. I get to cuddle her haha 🫵🏼🤣

Jungkook laughed a little at his words, his eyes trailing down your face. His slender fingers moved the strands away from your face, smiling a little at the way you scrunched your nose when your hair tickled it.

“She really is beautiful,” Jungkook mumbled as if he and Taehyung were sharing secrets amongst themselves, bodies molding with yours as if they were missing pieces of a puzzle. “I don’t even want to taint her with the evilness that comes with this job.”

“As kind as her soul is,” Taehyung started, “I know there’s a crazy spirit inside of her. After telling her what we are apart of, she didn’t look at us like we were monsters. If anything, she’s worried about us dying instead of us killing others.”

Jungkook nodded and let out a breath, continuing to watch you. His hand ran itself on the skin of your arm, noticing the goosebumps rising in its wake. He just watched.

Yes, you two have texted, but it was never enough in his opinion. There were sent here and there on an occasion, but it wasn’t a lot. He could tell you preferred talking because as soon as he would be in Jimin’s office and you were there, you would chat and it was enough for him.

He knew your troubles, personally. The mother who shouldn’t have the title of one and the sister who lived in the States. Your father, he knew, wasn’t one to be in the picture, but you had told him that despite your father having another family, he reached out once in a while to check up on you.

He also knew your favorite color. You wore it as a nail polish that he noticed you always chipped. You wore the color usually on Friday’s and you usually wore your hair down on that day, too.

He noticed you but Jungkook was quiet. He eyed details and let his mind run but not his mouth. He enjoyed everything around him in silence and wore a face that showed no emotion in order to not let people break him away from his thoughts. You didn’t know that he noticed such things, but that’s why he always stared at you.

He loved staring at you.

And that was his last thought, the thought of wanting to know every single thing about you while his fingers itched to touch every single part of you.

You woke up the next day to such warmth. Your body was heating up and the blanket over your body wasn’t helping.

You opened your eyes and suppressed the gasp threatening to escape your lips once you saw Jungkook’s face directly in front of yours. A hand of his was on top of your hip while Taehyung who was behind you had his arm wrapped entirely around your waist, palm resting neatly against your stomach.

You relished in the comfort of their bodies close to you and closed your eyes, but before you knew it, fingers touched your face. You opened your eyes and Jungkook’s own met yours, a small smile forming on his face.

“Good morning, angel.”

“Good morning,” you mumbled, a smile also forming on your lips.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked, moving the strand that fell on your face behind your ear. You nodded.

“I slept like a baby,” you responded. “You guys are so warm so I felt like I had a heater on and it was so nice. Thank you for staying with me.”

“It’s nothing, pretty girl,” he said and he moved from his place, standing up. Then did you notice that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, displaying the muscle and scars all over his chest and stomach. His arms flexed as he put on his shirt back on and you looked away, your body aching to stretch so trying your hardest not to wake Taehyung, you caught Jungkook’s attention.

Making grabby hands, he chuckled lowly once he understood what you were trying to do. He grabbed your hands and helped you up slowly, getting your body away from Taehyung’s grasp.

“He’s so strong,” you breathed out, looking down at where your stomach was being held, noticing the marks of the bracelets that surrounded the sleeping man’s wrist. Jungkook agreed and when you turned to put on your slippers, you eyed an object that made you gasp. “Is that a gun?”

Jungkook looked at your line of sight and nodded. “We have to be protected at all times so we both brought guns just in case you were in danger or anything. I’ll put it away if it makes you uncomfortable.”

You nodded and he grabbed his gun, placing it one of the drawers from your nightstand, making sure it wasn’t loaded. He gave you a look and you nodded yet again, turning around to leave your room. He followed quickly behind.

“I can make breakfast,” you suggested before eyeing the figures outside your home. “Are your bodyguards hungry?” Jungkook didn’t respond and you turned to give him a look. “I’ll go ask and you’re going to buy food.”

“Angel,” he groaned and you crossed your arms, giving him a serious expression. Though, he couldn’t take you serious when you just looked so adorable, your face swollen a bit from having woken up and the way you also looked pretty hot in shorts and a t-shirt. He sighed as he watched you leave.

He watched you open the door, sticking your head out. “Are you guys hungry?” They all didn’t say anything, obviously not knowing if they should answer to you.

Jungkook snorted and turned around. “Fine, fine. I’ll go buy breakfast.”

He put on his shoes and grabbed his gun, too, making sure to leave it with one of his guards to hold while he was in your home. He walked out of the house and turned to look at his men.

“Boss?” One of them called out and he looked at him.

“Prep the car,” he simply instructed and the man nodded without question, doing so. Jungkook turned to look at the rest. “Send me your favorite breakfast orders. I got told by such an amazing angel that I need to buy all of you food.”

They all chuckled at his words and the leader of the bodyguards there, smiled. “I’ll send you a message, sir.”

“Look after them and if she wants something, listen to her,” Jungkook pointed back at the door. “She better not get a single scratch on her body under your watch. If I even see a paper cut, your food will be eaten in front of you by another because you will be dead. Got it?”

They all nodded in synch and he hummed, getting inside his car.

You were left in silence and you took the time to sit on your couch, thinking of the events that had happened not so long ago. You slept with two out of seven of your bosses. But not slept in a sexual way, more like they cuddled you until you all went to sleep.

You couldn’t help but feel your body flush, your face feeling warm at the fact that you fell asleep on Taehyung. You remembered resting your head on his chest and knocking out, and you cursed the clinginess that came when you were tired, and the clinginess that so desperately needed to come out. You were way too touch deprived that you liked the way Taehyung and Jungkook grabbed you and took care of you. You liked holding Jimin’s hand. But you also felt bad when you remembered that they were all in a committed relationship, they didn’t need to do any of those things for you. You were pretty sure they were annoyed because no way that they would willingly do it.

“Already thinking so much very early in the day?” You jumped a little at hearing Taehyung’s voice by your ear and you turned your head to look at his figure. He smiled tiredly at you and laid down next to you on the couch, resting his head on your lap. “You two left me all alone in the very cold bed.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, playing with his hair. His eyes closed and you started braiding some strands. “Oh, Jungkook went to buy food.”

“I-” His eyes snapped open, his brows furrowing. “At this time?” You nodded and he grinned. “We’re gonna keep you. He doesn’t like going anywhere especially if he just woke up.”

“Really?” You asked him. He nodded.

“I’m surprised he even woke up early,” he continued, now mumbling since his cheek was squished against the skin of your leg and his eyes were closed because of how comfortable he felt. “He usually sleeps in if it’s a Saturday.”

You continued to watch him as he rambled on, especially about how if no one wakes him, he will not wake up. He later on continued to talk about his family, letting you know that his father was just like him in that sense. He smiled unknowingly when he spoke about his family and you smiled with him. But you immediately stood up once he started clearing his throat.

“You want some juice?”

“No, baby, I’m okay,” he muttered loud enough for you to hear. “I’ll be fine with water.”

“Okay.”

Grabbing what you needed, you tried your hardest to reach for a cup way in the back since you had some in the dirty dishes and you really didn’t want to wash dishes right now. But you really needed to remodel your home again because you were pretty sure you shrunk.

“You’re struggling a bit there,” Taehyung chuckled and you huffed, placing your hands on the counter. Getting yourself up, you immediately grabbed the cups you needed and grabbed more to send some drinks to the men outside. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I’ve done this multiple times,” you waved off his worry, but he was right. Because you dropped a cup directly on the spot where you were going to place your foot on. “Ow!”

“Baby!” Taehyung exclaimed, heading towards you. You grabbed onto your foot, not without placing yourself back on the counter so you won’t hurt yourself anymore. “The day is just starting and you’re already hurt.”

“It could’ve been a lot worse,” you winced and looked away from your wound, feeling a drop of blood trailing down the bottom of your foot. He put on his shoes real quick, walking towards you. “I have a broom right next to the fridge.”

He nodded and grabbed it but your guys’ attention trailed towards the door when it was opened, a bodyguard looking around for any type of threat. He eyed your figure and hid his fear.

“We need a medical kit,” he yelled over his shoulder and he watched as Taehyung grabbed the kit away from his hands as soon as he got the object needed.

“Sir, let me—”

“No,” Taehyung waved him off, grabbing some tweezers that he and the others had used, replacing tweezer after tweezer because of the amount of times they had been hurt with glass.

You winced as soon as the coolness touched your wound. “Am I going to need stitches?” Taehyung shook his head and you let out a sigh of relief. “I should’ve listened.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Taehyung said, his eyesight stuck on your cut in order to take out the small piece of glass stuck in there. “You’re doing great, just be a bit more patient, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

He smiled up at you, getting back to what he was doing. But, your guys’ silence was cut off not so long after when you heard a car door slam and the pattering of footsteps heading inside your home.

“What happened?” You both eyed Jungkook’s figure as he stood near you three. His glare traveled to his bodyguard. “I told you very clearly that if anything were to happen to her under your watch, one of you will be killed.”

“Jungkook, I’m fine,” you waved him, smiling when Taehyung hummed in satisfaction, taking out the piece that was hurting you the most. “I was going to serve Taehyung something and the cup slipped. Your guard helped him get the kit or else I would’ve been bleeding out.”

Jungkook got closer to you, hand by your cheek. “Does it hurt really bad?” You thought about it.

“It hurts a little bit.”

“Mmm, come on,” Jungkook placed his hands on your thighs and lifted you with ease, making you wrap your legs around his waist. You gulped at eyeing his tattooed arm and his fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh. “Taehyung will wrap it up, but in the meantime do not walk in it.”

“Deal.”

“We need to watch you at all times,” Jungkook shook his head, placing you on the couch. “You just hurt yourself.” He sighed and watched you. “Do not walk on it. You’ll have us until tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” You questioned and they both nodded.

“In the meantime, I need to send Jimin a picture of Jungkook carrying you,” Taehyung giggled, his fingers tapping away on his phone.

“Tae.”

“I’m innocent.”

My love ❤️: we get to take care of her

My love ❤️: now I understand why you like her

My love ❤️: and she hurt herself by accident, glass on foot

Soulmate 💕: I get it I fucked up 🥲

Soulmate 💕: she’s the best

Soulmate 💕: Jungkook likes her too look at the way he takes care of her

Soulmate 💕: poor flower :( I’ll try to talk to her in person soon. I really do miss her. Take care of her please

My love ❤️: we will don’t worry 🫶🏼

Combined Beings (xii)

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

“What do you want, Nabi?”

Jungkook kept his composure as he stared at the woman in front of him smiling at him. He wanted to grab his gun from behind, shoot her so he won’t see her face ever again, but he had to keep you safe. He had to keep you away from Nabi’s eyesight and words because she will try to belittle you.

“Hey,” she tilted her head to the side as she looked you up and down and Jungkook stood in her way, making her stare at him with amusement, “I’m Nabi.”

“Do not talk to her,” Jungkook snapped and Nabi rolled her eyes, sitting down in front of you two. She glanced at Jungkook.

“Are you going to sit down or not?”

You watched as Jungkook’s hand reached behind him and saw the gun under the light of his office he was going to reach. You grabbed his free hand that was formed into a fist, making him stare back at you. His eyes softened at remembering he and the others promised not to display violence in front of you. He knew he had to keep everything in him in order for you to be safe. You had to be safe.

Nabi watched the interaction. She couldn’t help but feel annoyed at how he was protecting you, his hand finding its way to your thigh. She hurt them, wounded them, so why were they getting closer to you? Did she not leave much of an impact on them?

“I’m surprised you got access to get in,” Jungkook said, his tone calm as he gripped your thigh. You softly cleared your throat as you watched Nabi and the way she eyed you. “What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to visit,” the woman answered, hiding her feelings behind her lies. She turned to look at you again. “What’s your name?”

“Do not speak to her,” Jungkook sternly said and you glanced between them, knowing it was best to stay quiet unless the boys told you it was fine. You didn’t know what type of person Nabi was, they knew her better. “I’m not kidding, Nabi.”

“I’m not going to do anything, Jungkook,” she rolled her eyes. “Relax.” She looked at you again and Jungkook scoffed. “What’s your name?”

You turned to look at Jungkook and he nodded. “My name’s Y/n.”

“Are you a worker here?” She asked and Jungkook glared at her, a deadpan expression on his face to showcase that he wasn’t kidding about how he was feeling about her talking to you. She smiled in a mocking way. “It’s very cute how they protect you. Are you sleeping with them?”

You noted the way she kept smiling, dragging out words that were clearly lies. She was such a beautiful girl and if she wasn’t such a bad person, you wished you had her as a friend. In the meantime, you could only show her that her words weren’t affecting you. You couldn’t show her that you were being affected by her words and will be affected if she speaks more.

“I’m not,” you smiled a little at her, placing a hand on top of Jungkook’s own so he could grip it instead of the skin of your thigh. But, he had his own thoughts as he continued gripping the flesh, hard enough for him to feel and soft enough for you to not be hurt. “I’m simply someone that got to know them.”

“Well, honey,” she got closer as if she were going to tell you a secret, “be careful. If you work for them and they find you attractive, they’ll sleep with you and try to fire you later when they’re done using you.”

Jungkook’s fingers shook as Nabi continued to speak, clearly trying her hardest to affect you and affect him.

“Jimin got closer to me first,” she went on. “He took me on friendly dates that then turned into dates, he called me pet names, protected me, and when he finally asked me out, they asked me out, too. It’s crazy, huh? To withhold such power knowing that your boyfriends, who are CEOs of the biggest company, can make anyone disappear in a flash if you ask.”

“Nabi, that’s enough,” Jungkook said, his lips then tightly pressing against one another to not let out any more words.

“I genuinely liked Jimin,” Nabi held eye-contact with you, glancing down at her freshly painted nails. “He was a good guy, a good boyfriend, but… they all started to ignore me, getting bored of me, and they will with you, too. They have one another and they have for years, they will realize soon into the relationship they don’t want you, they have enough. They’ll ignore you until you will leave.”

“Did that happen to you?” You asked and she snorted, shaking her head.

“They started ignoring me,” she answered. “I didn’t care. But, don’t let them fool you, Y/n. They’ve been in a relationship for years. They’re not gonna know how to handle a person they just met.” She eyed the way Jungkook grabbed you. “A word of advice, though, don’t let them touch you like that if you’re just their friend. That’s how they start.”

Jungkook’s hold loosened and you mentally sighed. You just fixed things with Jimin and now your overthinking was coming into play, and you knew that it will make you distance yourself.

“Get out,” Jungkook grumbled out, knowing that her words affected you. He stood up and headed towards his desk. “Get out before I call security.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Nabi waved him off and she looked at you one more time. “I’ll see you soon, Y/n. It will be nice knowing you in the future.”

“You’ll never see her again, Nabi,” Jungkook didn’t spare her a glance as he spoke, but he did arch an eyebrow once she turned her head to eye him. She rolled her eyes.

“Be careful with them,” Nabi spoke loudly as she walked away, “they have never dated anyone that has your body shape.”

The door closed behind her as she walked out and the only thing heard was yours and Jungkook’s breathing. He looked at you but your eyesight was on your fingers, fidgeting with them.

“Y/n,” he breathed out but you shook your head and smiled a little at him, hoping not to worry him too much.

“I’ll get going,” you said, standing up. He walked towards you. “I have dinner with Ari and her mom and I can’t miss that dinner. I’ve missed enough.”

“Don’t listen to her,” he mumbled, grabbing your hand. You smiled sadly at him.

“It’s hard not to, Jungkook,” you said under your breath, knowing he understood you by the look on his face. You dropped his hand and walked away, hearing him sigh.

The person who talked to you was Nabi. Nabi their ex-girlfriend. The one who hurt them. So, why were her words getting to you? Because you knew that no one would like you because of your weight? Because you knew that men in South Korea preferred those who fit the beauty standards? It’s hard when someone tells you that you can’t have what you want after your friends have told you the opposite.

“Flower, you okay?”

Too into your thoughts, you had waited until the elevator’s doors opened, waiting for your turn, that you hadn’t noticed Jimin in front of you. He stared at you with a look of concern, worried.

“Don’t worry about me,” you mumbled, keeping a smile on your face. His brows were furrowed, fully knowing your words were lies. “I have to cancel our plans. I just… I hope you understand.”

He couldn’t say much but, he watched as you kept your gaze on the floor, pressing the button to the floor you worked on, and then the doors closing right in front of his face. He turned to look at Jungkook’s assistant who looked anywhere but him.

“Who was here?” He sternly asked and the woman looked at the papers in front of her.

“A woman named Nabi.”

That’s all he needed to hear to know that something went wrong. He hurried towards Jungkook’s office, opening it, and heading inside. He closed the door behind him and saw that Jungkook was sitting by his desk, face burried in his palms.

“What happened?” Jimin questioned and Jungkook sighed loudly. “Your assistant just told me Nabi was here.”

“She was,” Jungkook said, leaning back on his chair, staring at the ceiling. “She told her all these horrible things. I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t defend us.”

Jimin couldn’t say anything, either. But, he walked towards Jungkook and hugged him, knowing that was all he needed.

They stayed in the position they were in for 20 minutes or so, having headed towards the couch, before the door open, the others pouring in. Jin came in first, followed by Namjoon, followed by Taehyung, and followed by Yoongi and Hoseok. Jin was seething, especially by the way the tips of his ears glistened with red and the way his eyes looked everywhere for the certain figure of the woman who hurt them.

“Where’s Y/n?” Yoongi asked, remembering from Taehyung’s words that you had been taken away by Jungkook.

“She left,” Jimin said, eyeing the clock and knowing that you already left the building. “Jungkook said Nabi told her some things.”

“I told you we should’ve killed her as soon as we caught her in the act!” Jin exclaimed, running a hand over his hair before taking off his blazer. “She’s not going to let any of us, any of you, be happy with Y/n. This is a good example on why we should’ve killed her.”

“I agree with Jin,” Yoongi piped in, nodding his head along the man’s words. Hoseok hummed in agreement, too.

“I don’t have any feelings for her and she deserves it.”

“Yeah and it’s a shitty one,” Namjoon said, giving them glares. “We cannot kill her just because she did us wrong. That’s not the type of people we are.”

“She’s done worse, Namjoon,” Jin argued and he sighed. “You know what? Fine. But, this time, I’m going to talk to Y/n. You assholes need to think about this and how Nabi is going to ruin anything you all want with her.”

He walked away and everyone stared after him, silence consuming them once they realized what his words. Namjoon sighed.

“Nabi didn’t just hurt us,” he started, glancing at each one of their faces. “She stole from other people. Single mother’s, homeless people, whichever. We’ve been focusing way too much on how she’s wronged us, we didn’t realize that her actions have impacted others very harshly.”

“I’ll call who we know that if they see her to bring her to us,” Yoongi spoke, grabbing his phone before leaving the room. The others then turned to look at Namjoon again as he was going to start orders.

“In the meantime,” he said, staring at Jungkook, “what did she tell y/n?”

“She started off by saying that since she’s someone who works for us and if we find her attractive,” everyone listened to Jungkook’s words very closely, “we’ll sleep with her and try to fire her later when we’re “done using her”. She just went on a rant about how she needs to be careful letting us touch her if we’re just going to keep her a friend and even said she’ll see her in the future.”

“I want to kill her,” those words escaped from Jimin’s lips, a serious expression on his face as his chest heaved up and down to calm himself.

“This is where y/n changed,” Jungkook went on. He took a deep breath. “Nabi told her that she needs to be careful because we’ve never never dated anyone that has her body shape.”

The silence was deafening. If anyone listened too closely, they would hear a pin dropping. If anything, they could hear the emotions bubbling in each one of them, especially Jimin.

Jimin was seriously going to kill Nabi. He was going to kill her if no one stopped him right then and there and held him back. He was going to kill her. He really was.

Taehyung immediately went to grab him from behind, noticing his change of features and attitude. “You need to hold yourself, Jimin.”

“She can’t be far,” Jimin scoffed, referring to Nabi. “I need my gun.”

While the boys calmed Jimin down, Jin was on his way to your house. It took a bit of convincing from Yoongi (he made him tell him “please” and then he would get the address) but Jin successfully got it. It wasn’t that far from your house.

When he came to see the house with the right numbers, he eyed the amount of plants littered on the front. There were even some cats eating some food obviously left out for them. He walked right up the stairs, fixing the sleeves of his shirt before knocking on the wooden door.

“What are you doing here?” He turned his head to the side and saw you there, holding some plants in your hand. Your professional clothes were long gone and you were wearing some shorts and a shirt that Jungkook had left behind. His guards immediately their guns at you and you glanced at them, groaning under your breath. “I’m the owner of this house.”

Jin watched you, nodding his head at the ones taking care of his back. But, he remembered you had talked to him. “I just wanted to come by and see you.” You frowned out of confusion and nodded your head slowly.

“Well, now you saw me and you can leave,” you walked off and he stared at you with a mouth agape. He quickly followed after you. “Who even gave you my address? I specified that I didn’t want you to know.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he waved you off but he grabbed your wrist, stopping you from moving forward. “We need to talk.” You have him a deadpan look and he continued. “Jungkook mentioned that Nabi talked to you.”

“Ah, yes,” you breathed out and you continued to do your thing. You got on your knees and looked up at him. “If you expect me to answer to you, you can help me.”

He thought about it and he went with it once he knew he couldn’t catch your attention. So he too got on his knees, his pants and hands getting dirty. He helped you plant some things you needed, glancing at you once in a while once he saw you were obviously thinking about something.

“Nabi… is not a great person,” Jin started and when you looked at him, he dodged your eyes once he felt your stare. “It was true what I told you at the restaurant by the way. How it ended, I do feel sorry about that.” Now it was your turn to ignore his gaze. “You shouldn’t feel hurt by her words or whatever she told you. That’s her goal, that’s what she intends to do.”

“What hurt the most is that…” You debated whether you should be honest with him. “I’m not the standard. I’m not. I don’t normally feel insecure, but it’s just bullying after bullying as if my body shape isn’t normal to have.” He watched as you stopped what you were doing, taking a seat. “Nabi is beautiful, she is. She’s insanely beautiful and I understand why the guys fell for her, I would even fall for her.”

He chuckled lowly and nodded his head slowly. “Good to know.”

“It’s just hard,” you admitted, letting out a sigh. “Sometimes it’s hard to live here when even my own mother criticizes my own body or I can’t go somewhere by myself or a guy tries to grab my ass. I’m either sexualized or hated on. It’s hard.”

“And Nabi didn’t help?”

“I fell for Jimin,” you admitted, chuckling sarcastically as you found the situation ironic. “For everyone. Well, except you… You’ve done nothing but hurt my feelings.”

He looked at the way your cheeks heated up and he placed a hand on your arm. “You’ve done nothing but been nice to me and I apologize for hurting you when you only wanted to get to know me.” You watched as he leaned against his hands. “It’s hard taking care of 6 boys whose hearts have been broken by a girl who had just come into our relationship. It’s scary to know how easily they can get hurt by other people brought into our relationship, and it’s up to me to take care of us because I can handle heartbreak.”

“You were protecting them from me?” You asked and he hummed.

“I didn’t know your intentions, and I know it’s not a right excuse,” he snorted and continued, “but they become attached very easily. Their hearts are kind and it’s funny since, you know… what we do for work.” You chuckled at his words. “But, I needed to be there to keep them in check, to let them know that they’ve been hurt and they shouldn’t make the same mistake as before work Nabi.”

“We could’ve talked,” you whispered to him and he nodded.

“I know,” he mumbled. “But it’s hard for me to express my own emotions since I’m always so focused on the others emotions. I don’t really care for mine.”

You eyed his sensitivity and the way he couldn’t make eye contact with you. He was fidgeting with his fingers, nervous and anxious.

“It’s going to be a long road of me forgiving you,” you admitted and he nodded, “but I’m willing to start a new friendship with you.”

His head snapped towards you and a small smile tainted his lips. He took out a dirty hand and you did, too, shaking his.

“Now,” he started, looking around, “why are you planting when the sun is setting?”

You snickered. “When I get stressed or I’m just angry, I just plant. Plants are very much alive but, at least, they don’t have mouths to piss me off even more or to make me more anxious.”

“Are you the type of person to compliment them?”

“I-” You immediately sat up. “They grow more! Do not judge. If I want to call them pretty, they shall be called pretty. I will give them all the praise if they need that in order to grow.”

He chuckled at your defense. “Good to know. I’ll make sure to buy you more plants then?” You raised an eyebrow his way. “I have a lot of money, I can give you any type of plants. Just tell me which ones you want and I’ll buy them for you?”

“Are you sure?” You asked and he nodded.

“As long as we plant them together, it seems calming,” he answered and you smiled at this new him. You were just happy now he was opening up to him. “But, I also wanted to add… You’re honestly beautiful, Y/n. I’m serious. Nabi is pretty on the outside, but she’s nothing but trash in the inside. You are beautiful on the outside and inside and that’s what makes you stand out. I speak for the boys, but they’ll choose you over her any day and any time.”

You smiled a bit bigger at his words. “Thanks, Jin. But, if my feelings ever make you feel uncomfortable, I will stop hanging out with them. Just tell me the word.”

He laughed at your expression, so serious. “Y/n, I’m not worried. If anything, it would be a privilege to fall for you.”

You noted the way his gaze didn’t stray away this time you looked at him. “I promise I won’t hurt them and I won’t hurt you.” He simply looked at you and you couldn’t look away, either. You couldn’t. “Thank you for being here.”

“I will take it as long as you go to dinner with Jimin tomorrow. He’s mad at what Nabi told you.”

You smiled at his words and nodded. “I’ll call him later tonight while I make you dinner.”

“I’ll help you.”