Ride Or Die - Chapter 2 (M)

Ride Or Die - Chapter 2 (M)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader

— word c | 5,607

— genre | Mafia au!, angst , Smut.

— summary |  He seemed to have come out of a museum for being so handsome, it seemed to be that badboy coming straight from the teen movies, but as you go deep into his life, you realize he was not a badguy just to annoy his parentes. He was not a Badboy, but a BadMan. He sold drugs and his friends too. He commanded a dangerous, feared gang.And you fell madly in love with him, almost leaving your life and everyone you knew behind, to be with him..

— warnings/tags | Adult content, Violence, drugs, alcoholic beverages, explicit sex, low slang words.

— disclaimer | myself and this fic DOES NOT condone violence, abuse, use of drugs, alcohol or any kind of crimes. This is a fanfic, an alternative reality, I have no intention of offending anyone. If that makes you feel bad, please do not read. In this fanfic the character is not abusive to the reader, and remember, what Jungkook does in this fanfic is not what he does in real life. Myself or this fanfic does not have any type of connection with BTS, Jungkook or Bighit. Hope you like it.

— Ride Or Die - Character Biography.

01 | ‘02′ | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 |

You started hanging out every Friday and Saturday of the month, and on Sundays he would come to your house and you would talk until the night, when he kissed you and left, leaving you dizzy with happiness. Being with him kept you alive, made you feel alive. You told your parents that he was your friend, because that was the truth, you were not dating, just hanging out together.

At school, you eventually drifted away from your friends and ended up sitting with him at lunch, and in physical education you kept talking about stupid things that made you both laugh. In physics classes, when he started tapping the pen on the table, you did not ask him to stop anymore, but would turn to him and slap his hand, knocking the pen down and making him laugh and drop a comment like ‘the princess is angry today’ and ‘someone needs to calm you down, princess.’ People were confused when they saw you together. When you walked together through the crowded hallways and someone laughed, Jungkook would give them deadly looks that made them lower their heads or look away. And some girls were staring at you with bad eyes for you doing something they never could, catching the official Badboy from school.

One day, Jungkook said he would arrive later at school because he had some things to do, but it was snack time and he still had not shown up, so you sat with your friends and were talking about random things until you decided to get up and ended butting heads with a girl who was with a glass of juice in hand, making some juice spilling on the floor.

"Are you blind, you bitch?" She yelled angrily, calling the attention of everyone in the cafeteria and everyone stopped what they were doing to see what was happening.

"I'm sorry, but it did not even touch you." You said in defense, that's when the girl threw the juice of the glass at you, wetting your shirt and pants, making you take a few steps back in shock. You did not know what to feel at that moment. You did not know if you were embarrassed, humiliated, angry or all together. Your friends by your side were as shocked as you and did not have the courage to say a word because the one with whom you had bumped, was the captain of the cheerleading team and was dating one of the football players who had two logs instead of arms, so the fear of him doing something against them was too big, and you understood that. The whole canteen was invaded with the laughter of the people. They loved to see someone being humiliated, they felt better with it.

“Are you going to cry?" Chelsea, the girl asked you, bursting into laughter.

“Apologize to her." 

You were still deciding whether to jump on her neck or get out of there when a voice spoke over the laughter and made everyone shut up and look at whoever was behind Chelsea. She moved to the side, looking back and there was Jungkook with an unhappy expression on his face. Everyone there had seen that look before, when a guy tried to pull fight with him and succeeded, ending up in the infirmary with a broken nose and a dislocated shoulder. “I told you to apologize, you bitch.” He yelled making Chelsea jumped back and turned at once to you.

“I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry.” She whimpered, clasping her hands together, as if imploring something. It was very easy for people to be afraid of him, but that was something you had never felt before. What you felt for him was completely different. You ignored her and just focused on Jungkook who walked up to you, putting the jacket he wore on your shoulders and hugged you giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“Never fuck with her again.” He threatened between teeth for Chelsea who was quiet, before leading you out of the canteen.

For some reason, you did not feel bad for her, did not feel that Jungkook should have taken it lightly with her, you just wanted to kiss him and thank him for what he had done, so as soon as you entered the dressing room, you pulled him behind the cabinets, hiding from the door and pulled him against you, kissing him hard, digging your fingers through his hair, making him moan against your lips as he grabbed your waist and lifted you up, placing your thighs around his waist and leaning against him in one of the cabinets, pressing his volume between your legs. His kisses went down to your neck, making you tilt your head a little more to give him more space. You groaned with Jungkook's hot wet lips on your skin, which made him groan back.

"If I do not stop, we'll end up having sex here." He whispered back to kiss you, invading your mouth with his tongue, increasing the pressure of his lips. “Tell me to stop.” He whispered, lowering his kisses to your neck. It was a joke, how did he want you to stop him when it was being so good?

"I say, if you promise to continue it later." You said panting, pulling at his hair. He laughed against your skin and lifted his chin, looking directly into your eyes.

"Is that what I understood? The princess wants to spend the night with me?”

"It does not have to be at night, we can do it after class.” You said biting your lips, seeing lust running through his eyes.

"I'm not good at taking anyone's virginity, I'm just warning you.” Hearing those words, you threw your head back and laughed, leaving him confused by your sudden outburst.

"I'm not a virgin, Jungkook." You said down from his lap, wiping your tears that eventually fell for you laugh like crazy. He frowned and stared at you waiting for an explanation. "It's not because I refuse to walk with the popular that I am the nerd and innocent who has never laid a hand on a dick in life and is ashamed of the sexual safety class. I am not virgin.” You laughed again and this time he accompanied you, pulling your arm and pressing you against the cabinets again, pushing himself toward you. He held your arms over your head and gave you light kisses on the cheek before attacking your mouth again.

“Great.” He whispered hoarsely. "That means I do not have to take it easy with you later." And so he bit your lip, making you press your thighs, wanting some kind of touch between your legs.

“Great.” You repeated what he had said and pushed your tongue against his mouth.

"But I need you to give me something." He said separating the kiss, looking at you seriously and dropping his arms. You laughed.

"I'll make you cum, what more do you want?"

"You," he answered without hesitation, without laughing or smiling, he continued serious. You frowned, not understanding exactly what he meant by ‘you’. “Officially." And then you get it. He was asking you to date him, in his strange and hard way. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a calm, slow kiss.

"I've always been and always will be yours.”

After class is over, Jungkook took you to his house. He had already mentioned that he lived with a friend because he had his own job and did not want to live at anyone's expense. Then with 16 he left his parents' house. As you entered the house and came to his room, it was only a matter of him locking the door and you were in his bed.

You no longer detach yourself from there, and in the next seven months you came even closer. You began to spend even more time together, to go to more bars, you got drunk and spent the night in the street with him, you fucked in the car, leaning against it, in the toilets of the bars, in the bathrooms of the houses that went to parties, in his house, and in other places as well. He taught you to drive and you would sometimes get your car to practice, always with him praising you in a coded way, hiding behind Badboy's attitude.

Now in the present, your parents who had already made it clear that they did not like him and would never like Jungkook, intimated you to break up with him. They took your cell phone and your laptop, so you could not talk more with him and not only changed schools you, because there was only a month to your graduation. After realizing that your parents had fallen asleep, you rose from your bed after crying for hours. You had spent all day lying in the bed, just listening to your parents screaming at you how stupid you were to be dating someone like him, saying that you would destroy your life if you continued with him. All this just because they did not like your boyfriend.

You pulled on your shoes and grabbed your jacket, left the room walking on tiptoe and went downstairs, opened the front door and out. Once moved away a few meters from the house, you began to run away from there. It was past ten at night, and Jungkook would kill you to know you were on the street by yourself at this time, but there was no other way to get to him other than that. As soon as you reached the street where he lived, you felt exhausted after running so hard to get there. Approaching the house, you saw him out the front door, slamming it and striding toward the Dodge 78 that was parked in front of his garage. He was wearing a leather jacket, black pants, and black hair was thrown forward, covering his forehead. As he stepped onto the sidewalk and turned his face two centimeters, he saw you walking toward him.

He was ready to scold you for not answering any of his messages or his calls, but as soon as he saw your condition and your tears falling down your cheeks, another thought popped into his head: Who would he beat up for making his girl cry?

"What happened, Princess?" He asked, hurrying toward you and holding you in his arms while you were crying compulsively. He held your body and fit your thighs around his waist, backing down the path and kicking the front door to enter the house. Hoseok, a friend of Jungkook who lived with him was watching TV and was startled by his friend's sudden action, but when he saw you and your state, understood why. Jungkook sat on the couch with you on his lap and let you cry as much as you wanted on his neck, just stroking your back and squeezing his lips. Every sob that you gave, the more his anger rose. Whoever would have hurt you would pay.

Hoseok went to the kitchen and took a glass of water to you. So you took a sip and calmed down.

“Who made you cry?” He asked seriously.

“My parentes took my cell phone and my laptop so I could not talk to you. They want me to break up with you.” You said quietly, almost whispering. Jungkook sighed, relieved that no one had hurt you.

"Baby, your parents never liked me, and that was never an impediment to us.”

"This time it's different.” You whimpered again. "They want to send me to Australia, to an aunt's house ..." And at that moment the blood rushed from Jungkook's face. He clenched his jaw and looked at Hoseok who was in the next chair, equally surprised.

“When?” He asked.

“After graduation.”

“Fuck!” He hissed, grabbing his hair. He knew he had to control his anger, because you were on his lap. He could not imagine his life without you anymore, he could not even look at another woman but you, he would break if you left, just like you. Silence reigned in there. No one has anything to say, there was nothing to say.The feeling of thinking you would have to get away from him, made your heart clench and you started crying again, grabbing his neck and murmuring "I do not want to get away from you" several times.

“Jungkook, can I talk to you a minute?” Hoseok said getting up.

"It's not the best time, Hoseok.”

"Seriously, Jeon!" He said. Jungkook knew that, since Hoseok never called him by his last name.

“Princess, give me just a minute, okay?” He said to you, who nodded through sobs and threw yourself into the seat next to him. So they went to the kitchen and let you cry a little more. “What?”

“Let's put her”. Hoseok said, causing Jungkook to frown, soon after realizing what he was talking about. “If ...”

“No, no way. I'm not going to involve her in this.”

“Think with me dude, we're in need of someone else, and it's easy work, she will only have to drive. And the sooner she gets to know what we do, the sooner she can come live with you.”

”It's dangerous...”

"Being with you is dangerous, you're crazy. This job, this is easy job close to dating you.”

“Real funny, dork!” Jungkook said sarcastically.

“What I mean is that being with you is already dangerous enough, she's going to have to learn to live with it if you want to be together. Sooner or later you will have to tell her.”

“I can’t ask her that ...” He said leaning on the sink and running his hands over his face. “She's ... too good for that.”

"Do you want her to leave?" Hoseok asked and Jungkook glanced at him, showing that the answer was obvious. He did not want you to leave him, he wanted you with him. “Because I'm sure she does not want to go. And I'm sure she would do everything for you, as you would for her. And we cannot continue here if she comes to live with us, the house hardly fits us. And I'm sure you will not ask your father to ...”

"What if we can not do the job, Hoseok? We're going to be arrested and so is she.”

“I can’t believe that I'm alive to see the sociopath Jeon Jungkook caring about someone.” Hoseok said discredited, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Exactly, I still have control over some emotions, but that's not the case here. She's the only thing that matters to me. I'll just kill her parents and problem solved.”

“Do not kill her parents, at least not yet” He sighed. “Just think about it, okay? This will help her and you. And if you doubt whether or not she would do anything for you, just ask her.”

Jungkook nodded and went back into the living room with his friend, seeing you curled up on the couch, but this time without crying. He sat down beside you and pulled you onto his lap.

"I'm going, if you want to show up, it's going to be really cool. And y/n?”

“Yes?”

“It will be all right, I'm sure no one will separate you two. You’re too stubborn to let that happen.” He said and it made you smile. Hoseok waved to you and left the house. Jungkook was involved in thoughts and only realized that you were calling him when you kissed him on the lips.

“Is everything okay?" You asked and he stared at you for a moment. You were the most precious thing that had come into his life, the person with whom he cared most. He would do everything for you, he would die for you, kill for you.

“You are the most important person in my life, no one is above you. I'll do anything for you, Y/n. Everything.”  He said putting his forehead on your, your breaths came together and you felt calm at the moment, safe. The power he had over you was immense. "Tell me what you want me to do about it and I'll do it."

“Let's take a bath together?” You asked him, who smiled. “I missed you.”

“Is that really what I understood? Does my little hottie baby want me inside her under the shower?” He asked, lowering his hands to your thighs, no longer seeing the sadness that had made your eyes clouded before. You nodded biting your lip and standing. He slapped you in the ass that made you scream and climb the stairs toward the only bathroom in the house that was down the hall. As you walked toward it, you turned around and started to undress, throwing your clothes down the hallway as Jungkook followed you, watching the show, his eyes glittering in temptation, beginning to undress as well, starting with the jacket, then the shirt and finally the pants. When he reached you, he took you in his arms kissing you as you fumbled the door, opened it, entering the bathroom.

After turning on the shower, you helped him take off your bra. He pushed you against the wall of the box and came down kissing your body until took off your panties and tossed it out.

"You're so wet, baby.” He said after kneeling on the floor and lift one of your legs to get a better view of your cunt. "You want me to suck you, huh?" He asked letting out a chuckle and looking at you who nodded frantically as you bit your lips, while massaging your entry with his thumb. “Use your words love, you want me to suck you, hm? Want me to make you crazy using my tongue in that piece of paradise, huh?”

“Yes Jungkook, please suck me." You whispered and so he did. He ran his tongue over your clit and began to suck you, making your legs tremble as soon as he started. That was one of the things you liked best about him, the pleasure he had in doing that to you, which many guys did not have. Unable to hold it, you grabbed his hair and started to roll in his mouth, making him smile between the act. This was his favorite part of it, when you could not hold the pleasure. Your loud, delicate groans echoed through the bathroom and perhaps even through the house, but you did not care, and neither did he. That's when you feel two fingers coming at you, at first slowly, but then he increased the speed and strength, making you bend over him, moaning and raving.

"I do not want to cum now. "You moaned, tugging on Jungkook's hair, begging him to stop.

"It's all right, baby. You'll come again, I promise.” He said against her clit causing him to shiver. A little more and you moaned loudly when the wave of pleasure took over your body. Jungkook laughed pulling his fingers out from you and then he was standing, placing you face against the wall and pulling your hips back making you steep as he played with his cock in your entry, before putting it in until the fist. “Fuck baby… I never get tired of getting in here, baby. I really like being inside your fucking tight pussy.” He whispered in your ear as he moved slowly inside you, holding onto your back, which made you growl and arch your back.

“Harder, please.” You begged, making him laugh maliciously.

“Do you want harder, baby? Stronger? Deeper? Hm?” You shook your head, nodding, standing on tiptoe, prancing toward him, moving against him, begging for more contact. “Do you want me to screw up that tight little pussy with my dick going deep inside you?” You nodded desperately “Your wish is my command.”

So he increased his movements, going back and forth hard, going deep into you. The snap of his hips slapping against you echoed with your moans all over the bathroom, even over the shower water falling over. Jungkook ran one of his hands down your stomach and climbed up to your neck, holding and forcing you to lean back a bit as he squeezed a little, just letting the necessary amount of air flow into your lungs while his other hand came down up to your clit and began to play.

“Oh baby” You moaned, through your breath, holding the arm he use to choke you.

“Yes baby? Do you want to cum in this dick, hm? Do you want to cum with my fat dick inside your little pussy, baby?”

“Yes please Jungkook, please make me cum.” You groaned feeling her walls begin to tighten around him.

“How bad do you want to cum, baby? Tell me and i will make it real.” He whispered hoarsely, biting your ear, causing you to roll your eyes and move your hips toward his hard, increasing the strength of the movements.

“So bad baby, i want it so baby-oh my god”

“Wrong deity, baby.” He said through clenched teeth, increasing the strength of strokes, making her scream with pleasure. As soon as you felt you were close, you gripped Jungkook's arm and screamed with orgasm taking hold of your body as he stocked hard and deep.

“I love you." You said dizzy with all the pleasure that still ran through your body. This was the first time you'd said that, and because it was at the moment he was hitting you from behind, it was so spontaneous than something inside him exploded, making him growl and kiss the full length of your neck and shoulder as he whispered dirty words and moaned.

"Oh fuck y/n, I fucking love you." He groaned as his cock throbbed, coming inside you. The mismatch breath, the feeling of pleasure involving two of you. Jungkook hugged your body and leaned his chin on your shoulder, trying to calm his breathing and his heart. Now he was sure you would do anything for him, because now he had heard from you that you loved him.

After sex, you were lying on the bed, both silent. He had you on his chest and stroked your hair thinking about what to do about your situation with your parents. He definitely wanted to bring you to live with him, but not in that house, it was small and the neighborhood was not good. He wanted someplace better for you to grow together, to love together.

When he started having that feeling for you, when he started to feel love it was weird for him. Sociopaths are not known to have feelings for other people. Sociopaths do not like to stay in groups, they preferred solitude, unlike the psychopaths who manipulated the feelings of the people in their favor. The only feeling that Jungkook manipulated in his favor was fear. He liked it when he saw people falling apart under his gaze, and sometimes he wondered if he was a sociopath or psychopath, after all, he did not like manipulating feelings, but he liked to kill. After you entered his life, his need to kill diminished. That was really weird. But now that he has discovered that your parents want to send you away from him, the desire to kill has come back. He would do nothing for now, but if he had to, he would not worry about doing what he thought was right, for the both of you.

He did not care that you were young, in two months you would be turning 18 and could be officially free to leave your parents' home. But now that they decided to take you away from him, he needed to act quicker since he could not wait until you turned eighteen. Well, maybe killing them now is not a bad option. He thought. He sighed lost in thought and did not realize you was staring at him all the time. As soon as his eyes came down to you, you smiled.

“You are so handsome”

“I know.” He said causing you to giggle and slap his abdomen. “Hey, violence is never the answer”

“Said the guy who hits someone just by looking at me.”

“This is different, you are my woman, I have to protect my girl.”

“You should protect me from yourself, dork, I'm still numb, but tomorrow I'll be all sore.” You said laughing, getting off him and lying down next to him.

“You asked for it, doll, and I do everything you ask , remember?” He said caressing her cheek. "Say it again, baby.”

“Say what?”

“Those words you said while you were cumming for me. I want to hear them again.”

“I love you." You said, making an innocent smile spring from his lips.

“I love you too.” He said making you smile and pulling you into a strong and comfortable hug.

The next day he gave you a phone so you could talk to him when you needed it without your parents knowing. You spent the day together, and at night you went to a bar. You had some clothes at his house so you would not have a problem with that. As soon as you arrived at the bar, you observed the place, it was not very different from the bars that you had already frequented with him. It was big, there was a sign over the door with green neon written Rock Bar. Inside, there was a small stage with some musical instruments on top, the place was large and crowded, as was usual at night with live show. He said he had to talk to someone and asked you to wait at the bar and so you did. You were sitting at the bar drinking alcohollessly since you would not be given liquor there, had talked to the barman who was a friend of Jungkook, when someone sat next to you and was staring at you. Starting to feel uncomfortable, you turned to the person and asked if he had lost something in you.

“No, I just thought you pretty much for a place like this.” The man said and you narrowed your eyes.  “If you want to go to a better place than this...”

“I would not do that if I were you.” The bartender said, making you take another sip of your drink as the man looked at the waiter.

“And why not?” The man asked.

“She's Jeon's girl.” The bartender said and so you looked at the man who was amazed. His eyes widened. Why do people seem so afraid of Jungkook? You thought blinking a few times and taking another sip of your drink.

“Jeon Jungkook? The dealer? The Drug dealer?” As the words entered your ears, you choked on the drink. The bartender's eyes widened and he glanced at the man as if to say ‘you should not have said that.’

You was about to ask what he was talking about when Jungkook appeared to put his arm around your shoulders, causing that man to get up at once, scared, apologizing to Jungkook saying he did not know you was his girl and so disappearing among other people. You'd thought he'd confused Jungkook with someone, but as soon as you saw his frightened gaze, he knew it was from the same person he spoke to.

“Drug dealer?” You hissed between your lips, confused and turned to Jungkook, who was frowning at you. “Drug dealer, Jungkook?”  You raised the tone of your voice and you could see the blood fading from his face as soon as he heard what you had said. You got up and ignored his calls, slipped out of the people and walked out of the bar, walking furiously and confused at the same time by the sidewalk.

“Y/n, wait.” You heard his voice scream, and his feet hit the ground as he rushed toward you. “Princess...”

“That man said you're a drug dealer, Jungkook, please tell me that's not true." You said turning to him, already with tears threatening to fall.

“I can’t.”

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t say that is not true because it is.”

“Fuck Jungkook." You cursed throwing your hands up in disbelief, beginning to walk in circles on the sidewalk, trying to control your emotions, until you leaned against his car and stared at the sky taking a deep breath. The world collapsed around you.

“Do you love me less because of it?” He asked in a cold voice, making you look at him. The answer was no. You still loved him with the same intensity as you had loved since you fell in love with him months ago. You studied him for a few seconds, tense shoulders, tight jaw, uncomfortable position, arched eyebrows, all waiting for you to respond. You sighed and shook your head, denying it. He seemed to ease, but still continued standing there, he did not want to force the issue, still had a great chance that you broke up with him there at that time. But incredibly, break up with him not crossed your mind. You were angry, yes, but did not know if you was angry at him for not telling you anything or for being what it is.

You ran a hand through your hair and sighed heavily. You did not want to argue with him now, you did not want to quarrel with him. But that was too much for a weekend. You had quarreled with his parents, they had yelled at you, you told Jungkook you loved him and he returned the feeling and now you had discovered that he was a drug dealer.

“Take me Home." You asked, opening the passenger door and getting into the car. He sighed and walked around the car, entering and driving to his house silently. When you reached the street of your house, you remembered that you had left the house last night and that you had not yet returned there. Your parents were on the sidewalk talking to their neighbors and as soon as they saw Jungkook's car, you did not know if they were relieved or furious. Jungkook parked the car and you left without saying a word. He did the same and followed you up the sidewalk and holding your wrist, making you look at him.

“Please ... Let's talk about this.” He asked now holding you face, forcing you to look at him, to see his worried and frightened eyes. “Don’t leave me.” That was his fear at that moment. He was not afraid you would tell the police or something, he was afraid of losing you. Because you were the most important person in his life, as he was for you. That was not Badboy Jungkook who spoke, the one in front of you was just the Jungkook, the sweet Jungkook, the one you had fallen in love with.

“Y/n y/s/n, go inside now.” The voice of your mother screaming brought you out of the trance that was to plunge in those black eyes of your boyfriend. You sighed again, having no desire or patience to talk to anyone at the time, even if it was with him.

“We'll talk tomorrow at school, okay?” You said. He did not smile, he was not satisfied with that answer, if it was someone else, he would press up to speak what he wanted to hear, but with you it was different. He just nodded and gave you a kiss on the forehead, releasing you. As soon as you passed your mother, you heard your father yell at him.

“I don’t want you near my daughter, you brat.”

“You don’t have to want nothing.” He roared angrily. “‘Cause while she stills loving me and wanting me to be with her, I'll stay by her side. And there is no one in this world who will take her away from me as long as she wants to be with me.” So he glanced at her before getting into the car and leaving.

You ignored the screams of your parents against you saying how dumb and irresponsible you were and just came into your room locking the door and throwing yourself on the bed, starting to cry again. What would you do now?

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ride or die is dope 😊💕

I choked as I read this. I remembered Namjoon. Lol. I'm glad you liked it 💜

My Soldier - Min Yoongi (M)

— pairing | Min Yoongi /Reader — word c | 4,183 — genre | Soldier/Army au!, Non idol au! Smut, lightly angst. — summary | The boy you’ve always loved goes into the army to fulfill his mandatory years. You have little contact and you feel destroyed whenever you see something about the soldiers’ fight. One day, after school, someone knocks on your door and you take a surprise. — warnings/tags | Some bad words, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe!). 

Day one thousand and three. There are 1003 days that Yoongi joined the army and left me here without a course. I do not even know how I'm enduring how much I miss him. Maybe the nights I'm crying over are helping me with this, but it's already becoming unbearable to live without him by my side. Yoongi and I met when we were kids, our parents were friends and he's three years older than me, so he was my guardian at school until he graduated and started college.

But then he made the choice to stop his studies at the college in order to enlist in the army. Which was a bomb to all those who were close to him. But it was a bomb mainly for me, because I learned to be dependent on Yoongi for everything. He would take me to school, pick me up after gymnastics practice, we would go out together, he would take me everywhere and always scare the boys who wanted a chance with me saying that I was his and that none of them would ever touch me. We were both very intimate, so it was with him that I lost my virginity, it was not something planned, it was at random, in the same year he left.

As we were both very close, I never knew if what I felt for him was the love of a friend, or if it was really love between two people. But that changed when he told me he would join the Marines. It was on this day that I knew that I really loved him as a man and not as a friend. In the thrill of the moment, to know that he was leaving soon, I ended up confessing to him. And I cried like a child who had lost his parents.

Yoongi pulled me into a hug as I teared up in tears. He stroked my hair, pressing me against his body, trying to comfort me.

“Please darling, don’t cry. I don’t want you to cry, you know how I hate when you cry.” He said softly, pulling my hair away from my face, holding my chin and directing my gaze at him. “Everything will be fine, I promise.”

"Why are you doing this?" My voice broke in the middle of the sentence, and he frowned, looking away from me, to look at my hair between his fingers. "You had already been dismissed because of college, why did you decided to enlist?"

“I just don’t think it's right, (Y/N). So many guys are out there helping to save lives, protecting people and I'm here, studying music.”

"Music can also save lives."

"Yes, but not the way a soldier can."

"Please, don’t go." I burst into tears again, stuffing my face into his chest, making him hold me tight and put his face in my hair, kissing the top of my head several times, stroking my arms.

"It's okay, baby. Look, when I get back, we'll be able to talk about it and laugh at the whole situation, I promise. I promise to come back to you.”

He said that when he returned, we would talk about what we felt for each other. He also said that he would call me whenever he could, and he would send news. Which obviously did not happen often. We talked more by letters, every week he sent me one and the next day that I had received, I ran to the post office and sent another to him.

We talked twice over the phone, he asked me how things were going here, I cried a little more and we hung up. A month later we also talked about videoconferencing, where he asked the same questions, I gave the same answers and then cried again. Seven months ago I received a letter. In it he told how things were in Afghanistan. Not good. He said he lost comrades and that many others were injured. He apologized for not communicating so often because he was in the midst of critical situations. He said he missed me and that he would talk to me again soon. And I'm waiting until today.

From time to time, Yara, Seokjin's girlfriend, one of Yoongi's friends who is also in the army, calls me to meet and talk about the old days. She says it helps in waiting for Seokjin's return, but I do not think so. The more I talk about Yoongi, the stronger is the desire to see him and stronger is my desire to return to cry, but the fact is I don’t want to cry. I can’t cry anymore, I can’t stand to cry any more. I swear if I don’t get new news from Yoongi, proving that he’s okay, I'll go crazy. This is the part that disturbs me and does not let me sleep at night. The fear I have of him getting hurt badly or even dying is something that haunts me every night. So I always pray before bed and after waking up. I always ask God to protect him and I really hope he hears my prayers.

Today is my birthday. And I'm not happy about it. I'm not happy at all, because it just shows me that it's been two years and many days since I last saw him. I do not want to celebrate. My mother begged me to throw a party, even if it was just a meeting for friends, but I denied it. I'm not in the mood for parties. At least not anymore.

When I got to school, at the gate I met Suran, my best friend. As always, she smiled at me and we walked together to the lockers. She doesn’t even ask if I'm okay anymore, because she already knows the answer I’ll give.

"So, are you really not going to have a party?" She asked as I pulled out my philosophy book from the cupboard. I shook my head in denial.

“I’m not in the mood for parties or any kind of socialization with people who flatter me in front of me and stab me in the back, like half of this school does.”

“Oh, come on (Y/N), so let's go out, have fun. It is not every day that someone celebrates their birthday.” She said in a steady voice. She was always trying to get me into the party, but I do not think I can leave the house after school. "You didn’t party last year, either.”

“That's why I remember well the disaster at the party the year before. I remember that I had a hard time all night and still cried for a few more hours because of Yoongi.” I closed the locker and turned to the hallway while she did the same.

“You have to live your life, Yoongi would not like to know that you're depressed like that.”

"I don’t care, Suran." I grunted as we climbed the stairs to the second floor. "I have nothing to celebrate, so please, enough of that. My parents have pissed me off for the whole month."

"Okay." She said with a sigh of defeat and so we continued until the first class of the day that was history. Our subject? Second World War. Sometimes I wanted to be able to forget Yoongi, so that all the pain and fear would go away, but the things around me did not help me much.

When we got to class, we sat down, just after the other students entered, Mr. Padd entered the room and put his briefcase on his desk as he did every day. Mr. Padd was 45 and married. He had black hair and eyes of the same color and was a very handsome guy for someone of that age. He was one of the best teachers the school had. He taught Yoongi while he was studying here and had already sent him several times out of the room since Yoongi always liked to be the joker. From the table in the back of the room, where I sat, I could see him perfectly as he write the date on the blackboard.

"Good morning students!" He said receiving a reply from everyone in the room. "Well, I want to remind you today that next week we will have a test only on the Holocaust. Then I suggest you study hard."

"That's not even that difficult, Professor." Caleb, one of the nerd students in the room said. "Anyone can get a good grade."

"Anyone who studies, Caleb, don’t forget ... Well, before we talk about the matter of class, how about we take a commentary on world news that are circulating out there. Somebody saw something interesting that wanted to share?"

"Besides the fact that they're trying to create a robot with a human mind, no."

“Has anyone heard of the success of the peacekeeping missions in Afghanistan?” I immediately lifted my head at the words. I usually did not watch television so I never really knew much about this news. "Despite the losses of soldiers, everything is going well ..."

Oh no! Loss of Soldiers. Yoongi is a soldier. I may have lost Yoongi and I do not even know.

Suddenly, my heart sank into my chest and my breathing became hard to control. Suran who was next to me looked at me startled but not surprised. I've had panic attacks other times, so she always knew what to do. She took my hand and gave me a comforting smile, then turned to the teacher who was talking about something, but I couldn’t understand the words and did not even connect them to make his sentence make sense.

"Mr. Padd, (Y/N) is not feeling well, can we go to the infirmary?" She stood up and stood beside me, running her hand through my hair.

"What are you feeling, (Y/N)?" He approached worriedly as I felt the eyes of everyone in the room on me, the weird girl with a panic attack.

"You touched on a sensitive subject." He seemed to understand, then indicated the door, giving us permission to withdraw. Minutes later we were in the ladies' room. She leaned against the wall and I with my hands soaked with water on my face.

“(Y/N), this is not right! You are not well. You need to go to a psychiatrist”

“I don’t need appointments with psychiatrists. I'm not going crazy. I just need Yoongi! Is it so hard to understand, Suran?” I raised my voice more than I should, but I could not control myself. “I don’t want a fucking birthday party, I don’t want to go out and enjoy my fucking life. I want Yoongi. Alive. With me!

“(Y/N), I know it's hard ...”

“No! You don’t” I yelled, slamming my hand on the sink counter. "The man you love is here with you! Yoongi is in the middle of a war where he can be killed at any moment.” And my tears of pain and despair began to fall. "And I can’t stop thinking about it.I can’t stop thinking that I can’t protect him. I just want him back. I just want him to come back home, Suran.” And seconds later she was hugging me, comforting me once again while I cried and called desperately for him. I lost count of how many times she did it for me. I remember several times when she and her boyfriend stopped going out to stay with me while I had my anger attacks and started screaming and breaking everything. I do not even remember how many times I felt like I was going to explode in tiny pieces if Yoongi did not come back soon.

So, this is love? It is like this? Does it make you corrode inside, then make you explode and lose your head as if nothing else matters? So that's what I feel. That's what I feel for Yoongi.

As soon as I got home, I went straight up to my room, threw my backpack on the floor, and started taking off my clothes. I went straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower to take my shower. I would be home alone today, at least until nine or ten at night. It was Friday, and my parents would be arriving later. I would have the rest of the day to stay home and do whatever I wanted, but the only thing I would do was lie in bed and think.

Just past five-thirty in the afternoon, I got up and went down to the kitchen, making a quick sandwich for me. And before I take the first bite, I hear the bell ring. I found it strange because I was not expecting any visitors, and no one would come to my house unannounced. I got up from the counter, clapping my palms and removing the crumbs.

I went to the front door and without even peering to know who it was, I opened the door, I was startled to see who it was and froze in place. My heart stopped for a few seconds and it hit me again quickly, making the blood flow increase, irrigating my muscles, causing me to finally have a reaction and run towards the one who was standing at my door, hopping desperately in his lap.

It was Yoongi. The black-haired man with small eyes that I loved so much was right there in front of me, smiling with that sincere and seductive smile he always had. His arms moved around me, lifting me from the floor and shoving his face into my neck as I tear myself apart for the thousandth time in a week, but this time the tears were for joy. Thank God! He is alive! He is fine! He is with me again. Thank, God!

"I missed you so much, my princess." It was only by listening to his voice that I really knew it was real. We stayed for long minutes like that. I sobbing softly and he stroking my hair. Until I sniffed and lifted my face, staring into his gleaming black eyes, almost seeing my reflection through them. Before I could think of something to say, Yoongi put me down and took his two bags, putting them in and closing the door behind him.

We stare at each other for long seconds. He wore brown boots, a camouflaged trousers, a white shirt, and a camouflage jacket over it. His black hair was short, but it made him extremely sexy, with the look of a serious man. Soon I was on top of him again, hugging him tight, but this time without crying. I knew I would not cry any more.

"When did you get here?" I asked in a voice muffled by his coat.

"Are you sure you want to talk about it now?" He asked raising my head and making me stare at him for long, long seconds. I recognized that look. It was that look he threw at me the first time he saw me naked. It was a look full of lust and malice. Born of desire to have something he needs. “I swear I'll tell you anything you want, (Y/N)! But I need to do something that I have been eager to do for a very, very long time.”

"And what is it?" My voice came out in a whisper. I closed my eyes as I felt his hand slide from my face to my neck, shuddering all that remained of base inside me, destroying everything at once.

"Make you mine again." I felt the hot breath touch my cheek and when I opened my eyes, there he was. Close to me. So close it made it easier when I stepped forward and kissed him with desire. The desire that was kept in me all this time he'd been away. His hands came down to my hips, giving me the impulse to intertwine my legs around his waist, lifting me off the floor. I brushed my nails through the back of his neck and bit his lip, hearing a moan coming from his mouth. Right after we were moving. I'm not sure how, but soon he was jamming me against the newly closed door of my room.

One of his hands held me underneath and the other grabbed the back of my neck, deepening the kiss. A few seconds later, his kisses down from my lips to my neck, causing me delicious chills to feel his wet lips touching me.

“I need to feel you.” He whispered and so took me to the bed, laying me on it and taking the jacket, and throwing it in a corner of the room. He opened my legs and slid into them, kissing me over the top of my shirt, and then he was biting my nipples. “Thank God you're not wearing a bra.” If I was not so excited, I would have laughed at the despair in his voice. “I remember well the first time we did this ... Are you still the way I remember?” I think his intention was that the phrase came out sweet but ended up showing more malice than innocence and chivalry.

"Take off my clothes and tell me you!" I whispered as I watched him look up from my breasts to my eyes. The Black burning with desire. The malicious grin appeared at the corner of his lips, making him extremely sexy and making me extremely aroused. His hands gripped my arms and lifted me, pulling my blouse up, leaving me with my naked chest. Soon his hands were wrapping my breasts gently as his used his thumbs to play with my nipples. I threw my head back as I remembered that Yoongi was simply boss in driving me crazy in every way. I let out a moan accompanied by a sigh as I felt his tongue caressing my left nipple. Fucking hell! I had forgotten how good it was.

“Lie on your stomach, Princess”. And once again, a phrase that should be sweet, came out of his mouth full of malice. I obeyed, turning and bending my hands on the bed as I felt his fingers caressing my back, making me shiver again, making me arch my back. His hands went down to my hip and stood for seconds on my butt before he squeezed and let out a moan. A few moments later, he pulled on my shorts, leaving me only in panties. "My impression, or are you wet down here?" He whispered on my ear as he stroked my clit over my panties. I groaned and turned my face. His lips touched mine and my desire was to turn around and grab him.

“It's not fair. You're still in your clothes.” I grunted and he quickly backed away, laughing, lifting and throwing his clothes away, impressing me with his speed. Soon he was kneeling on the mattress beside me, his hand caressing me over my panties. I bit my lip moaning again and with one hand I held his rigid limb, watching him sigh, pressing his fingers on me harder and moaning. I let my hand go up and down its length before I put it in my mouth, sucking it.

“God! (Y/N)! I almost forgot how good you are at this.” He spoke by increasing the speed of the circular motions in my clitoris. His free hand went up to my hair, pulling them off my face so he could see me better as I sucked him. “You look so beautiful with my dick in your mouth ... Yeah baby. Suck your dick. Show me how much you missed me.” While I sucked him, Yoongi pushed my panties off, touching the skin with his fingers, making my pussy throb, looking for more touch. “You fucked someone after me?"

"No!" I answered before putting his dick back in my mouth. I did not understand why that question, but it did not matter too much. When I sank his cock a little further into my throat, Yoongi fingered me, making me choke.

"So tight." He moaned with pleasure in his voice, moving his fingers in and out of me. “So hot. I can not wait to get in there again and kill my longing for you, my doll. Feel you again ...”

“So don’t wait anymore.” I whispered without restraining the pleasure of feeling he wanted to be with me. Inside me. "I'm ready for you, Yoongi. I have always been.”

I think this was what he needed to do what he had to do.

He knelt over me, leaving my legs together and so he passed the head of his cock through my pussy. I felt him penetrating me and I grabbed the sheets releasing a continuous moan until he filled me. Going deep. At the right point. It hurt, but it was so good. I missed so much to feel it inside me. My cunt throbbed around his cock. It took me a few seconds to get used to it inside, but I can’t say I did not like what I felt.

I could hear his sighs and low moans as he moved slowly back and forth. I interpreted this as if he was afraid to hurt me, but soon after the speed increased, which meant he was preparing me. Loud groans escaped my mouth before I could handle. Yoongi was big and went deep inside me, making every time he thrusted inside me, my cunt tightened around him.

“So fucking tight.” He whispered between his teeth, letting out a moan just after and pulling my butt back, prancing me. He grabbed the sides of my body, using it to pull me back as he went deeper and deeper into me, getting harder with each thrust, making my screams even louder. His hands began to caress my back and soon, his hands were on mine, holding them. Yoongi was leaning over me, giving me kisses by the back of his neck, and bites on his back as he began to thrust deep and hard, causing our moans to rise even higher. “God, (Y/N)! “ A hoarse groan left his throat making me smile.

A short time later, I was facing up, with him between my legs, clinging to me, continuing to fuck me. One of his hands was now between us and he was masturbating me, and the orgasm would not be long in coming.

“Let's do this together, baby” He gasped. "And that will prove we have a very strong connection, little one.” He whispered breathlessly. Oh damn! I was coming. I moaned loudly and began to feel the trembling in my legs starting, feeling a hot little pain focus on my belly as he fucked me deep. “Come on, baby. Come with me, come around that dick.”

And the moment he said that, I could not stand it and I let out a cry, uttering his name, with pleasure running through my body while my pussy throbbed, and he was still deep in me, as he cum inside me, moaning loudly.

Seconds later, his lips hit mine, kissing me gently as he slid to my side on the bed, pulling me to his chest that still rose and fell quickly. We stayed like that a long time, as he ran his fingers through my hair.

“I do not think we need to talk about what we feel about each other, right?” He asked after a few minutes. "What happened here already proves that I love you so much, (Y/N)!" He whispered caressing my hair. I smiled and squeezed him between my arms. “And I promise I will not leave you alone anymore.”

“But what about the army?”

"I've already fulfilled the obligatory years. If they call me again, I can choose to decline. And if you stay with me, I will refuse anything that wanted to keep me from you ”

He is here. He is here with me. We are together again.

"I love you, Yoongi." I whispered, giving him a light kiss on the lips. He smiled and ran his fingers over my cheek before pulling me back to his chest.

"I love you too, Baby. Oh, and happy birthday. Sorry, I did not bring any gifts.”

“You are my gift, Yoongi.”

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Ride Or Die - Jeon Jungkook Mafia Au! Smut, angst - (Trailer FMV)

He seemed to have come out of a museum for being so handsome, it seemed to be that badboy coming straight from the teen movies, but as     you go deep into his life, you realize he was not a badguy just to annoy     his parentes. He was not a Badboy, but a BadMan. He sold drugs and his friends too. He commanded a dangerous, feared gang. The Century. And you fell madly in love with him, almost leaving your life and everyone you knew behind, to be with him.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 Coming soon.

Music: Desire - Meg Myers

Ride Or Die - Chapter 6 (M)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader

— word c | 11,044

— genre | Mafia au!, angst , Smut.

— summary |  He seemed to have come out of a museum for being so handsome, it seemed to be that badboy coming straight from the teen movies, but as you go deep into his life, you realize he was not a badguy just to annoy his parentes. He was not a Badboy, but a BadMan. He sold drugs and his friends too. He commanded a dangerous, feared gang.And you fell madly in love with him, almost leaving your life and everyone you knew behind, to be with him..

— warnings/tags | Adult content, Violence, drugs, alcoholic beverages, explicit sex, low slang words.

— disclaimer | myself and this fic DOES NOT condone violence, abuse, use of drugs, alcohol or any kind of crimes. This is a fanfic, an alternative reality, I have no intention of offending anyone. If that makes you feel bad, please do not read. In this fanfic the character is not abusive to the reader, and remember, what Jungkook does in this fanfic is not what he does in real life. Myself or this fanfic does not have any type of connection with BTS, Jungkook or Bighit. Hope you like it.

— Ride Or Die - Character Biography.

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The next day, Jungkook woke up missing something. Still drowsy, he stretched his arm to the side on the bed and felt that his side was empty, he turned to the side and realized you were not lying next to him. He blinked a few times and looked around the bedroom. Seeing that the door was open, he called for you, but he had no answer. He rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed, looking at the clock that marked nine-thirty in the morning. He pushed the blanket aside, showing his half-naked body with only a pair of underwear. He stretched and stood up, scratching the back of his neck, and walking toward the exit of the room still sleepy, bumping into the wall next to the door, cursing.

He walked down the hall looking for you. The door to Hoseok's room was closed and there was no noise inside. The other hallway door, the bathroom door, was open, he checked, and you were not there. Down the stairs, he passed the living room and headed toward the kitchen, but you weren’t there either. Jungkook frowned, beginning to wonder where you might be. He went up to the porch but didn’t find you. He went to the garage because he knew that sometimes you liked to sit in the car and listen to music, but there was no sign of you there either. You never go out without telling him, so he thought that was strange.

Jungkook went back to the bedroom and picked up the phone on the table beside the bed, thinking that you could have left a message on his cell phone to not wake him, but there was nothing, no messages or calls from you. He frowned, and let his head drop slightly to the side. Where had you gone? He couldn’t remember anything you said you needed to do so early that day.

"I can see that you're thinking really hard, there's almost smoke coming out of your head.” Hoseok's voice caught his eye, causing him to turn with one eyebrow arched to his friend with messy hair and sleepy face that was propped up on the doorway. “I know that expression. What happened?”

“Did you see (Y/N) leaving this morning?”

"No. I just got up, why?" He asked yawning, rubbing his hand over his face, trying to stave off sleep.

“She never goes out without telling me.” He said by dialing your phone number. “Her cell phone's off.”

"She may have gone for a walk.”

“She is as lazy as I am in the mornings, she doesn’t go out for morning walks.”

Several theories began to form in Jungkook's head. What if you had cried at last night's sex because it was a good-bye sex and you were going to leave him? What if you had decided that you didn’t want to stay with him and went to your parents' house to ask to go back to live with them? And if you had gone to the police to tell everything that had happened in the pub? This was not even the worst thought he had, for him the worst thing that could happen, it was not the police knocking on his door with an arrest warrant. The worst thing for him was losing you. He was addicted to you, obsessed with you, he loved you as he was never able to love anyone, not even his own parents. He was the most confident man on earth, but when it came to you, nothing in the world seemed enough to him and he felt insecure all the time. Jungkook's head was spinning as Hoseok's voice caught his attention.

“What are you thinking, Jeon?” He turned to Jung, with clenched jaw.

“If she doesn’t come back in two hours, I want everyone from Century looking for her.”

In the meantime, you were drinking soda in a coffee shop table while you were waiting for your friends. Your head was full of things and needs to cool down before you went crazy. The fact that Taehyung had hurt himself and Jungkook didn’t seem to care was bothering you. You wanted to think it was because he was probably accustomed to such situations, but the truth was he didn’t really care. Things were still very fresh in your memory, so every time you remembered the blood running through Taehyung’s fingers and his screams of pain, made you shiver and feel even worse when you imagined it could be Jungkook instead. You wanted to talk to him, clarify everything, understand what had happened in that pub by his words. but at the same time, you didn’t want to know what he had done in there, because you knew he didn’t do anything good.

"So what is the purpose of the meeting at this hour of the morning, the day before graduation?" Suhee asked, leaning her arms on the table. You made your best face of indignation. “We need to sleep very well the 48 hours before the event, so we don’t have dark circles.”

"I'm fucked up then. I didn’t sleep well tonight."

"Did you and Jungkook spend the night committing crimes again? Or were you fucking like two animals in heat? Again.” Suhee laughed and got slapped from Becca.

“Can’t you see she's worried, Suhee?” Becca scolded her before turning to you. "Why didn’t you sleep well last night? Did you and Jungkook fight?”

“Yes, but this time it was a different fight ... We reconciled and everything, but, I don’t know. It seems that something is wrong.” You said uncertainly, looking at the people walking in the mall courtyard, through the coffee shop window. “It seems to lack something. I don’t know.”

"Have you talked to him about it?" Suhee asked and you denied it.

“I left before he woke up. I don’t know if I'm ready to talk to him about it.” You scratched your head, feeling your neurons burn. “I just want one day with my friends. Without Men. Just us. We're going to graduate tomorrow, and we don’t even match what we're going to do after graduation”

“Of course, you don’t step away from Jungkook. I know he has something we don’t have, but I think we deserve a little more attention.” Becca whimpered making you laugh. She was right, the last few weeks, you were spending more time with Jungkook and his friends than with yours. They missed you and you them, Jeon could wait. “What do you think about going shopping? I need clothes for the end of the year, my parents want to spend Christmas with my sister in ...”

And you three went walking through the mall, talking, laughing and joking. You needed that time for you, to forget some of the crazy life that Jungkook had.

"Are not you going back to your parents' house?" Suhee asked as your and she waited for Becca to bring the popcorn. After having lunch together, you decided that you would watch a movie together. The two of you were standing at the entrance to the room, propped against the wall. You looked at her and shrugged.

“I miss them, but I know if i go back to their house, they'll start the same story that Jungkook is not good enough for me, we're going to fight, and it will continue like this for the rest of our lives. And I don’t wanna this.”

“Don’t you think that was too fast, (Y/N)? You are not even a year together ...” You just sighed and shrugged, not having much to say. Becca came with the popcorn and so you went into the movie theater.

Jungkook was pacing the room with his cell phone in his ear, trying for the thousandth time to talk to you, but your cell phone was still off.  It was past four o'clock and you still had not given any sign of life. The theories in his head were beginning to materialize, and the only thing he could think of was that you had left him. And that couldn’t happen, he loved you, he needed you, you were being his curb, and even if he sometimes thought it unnecessary, without you, he would lose control. He had told the others to go out into the city and look for you, and he would stay there in case you came back, but he just couldn’t stand the wait. The roar of the clock was making him angry, making him even more anxious. then he grabbed his leather jacket, stuffed his cell phone in his pocket, and took the keys from the car, heading out of the house like a hurricane, into the car and out into the city.

Jeon visited every place he had taken you, went to bars, pubs, parks, snack bars. He went to school to see if you were with the graduation organization team, but no sign of you. He went to Becca and Suhee's house, but there was no one home, he went to your parents' house, but there was no one either. He started to roam the streets near the places you used to like to go, but he still couldn’t find you. He cursed and punched the steering wheel every time the theories came back to haunt him.

After 6 in the afternoon, he returned home only to find the four boys with empty hands. He kicked the coffee table in the living room and began pacing back and forth, tugging at his hair nervously. Hoseok was leaning against the wall, his head hanging down and his arms crossed, his gaze following Jungkook under his lashes, visibly irritated by his friend's useless despair. He was sure you'd just go around to cool your head because of everything that had happened, and the fact that Jungkook was out of control was precisely because you were his trigger. Without you, he would lose control of his emotions and actions.

Hoseok had the same kind of sociopathy as Jeon, but it was a million times more controlled and I was finding it pathetic, but on one hand he could understand, you was important to all of them and he didn’t want you to go away.  And that intrigued him a lot.

“She can’t be missing out on this fucking town.” Jungkook shouted when Namjoon said he had not found you anywhere. “I need to find her, she can’t leave me.”

“Maybe she's just hanging out with her friends, man. Last night was too hard for her, she deserves to cool her head.” Taehyung said and Jungkook stared at him, his eyes burning with fury. He moved toward the boy and grabbed him by the collar of his T-shirt.

“It's all your fault.” Jungkook snarled near the boy's face, which frowned. “If you weren’t so stupid and distracted, you wouldn’t have been shot and she would not have been mad at me for you having hurt yourself. She left because of you.”

“It's not his fault, Jungkook.” Hoseok said intervening, walking over them. “He couldn’t predict what would happen. None of us could”

"But you should.” He growled, pushing Taehyung back hard.

“And we don’t know if she's gone. (Y/N) wouldn’t do that.” Yoongi said. “Let's take a walk around the city again and look some more.”

“Jin said that he called all the police stations in the city, but (Y/N) didn’t appear in any of them.” Namjoon said coming back from the kitchen after answering his friend's call. "She didn’t report us."

"She wouldn’t do that." Hoseok said with a weary sigh. "And you should know that, Jungkook."

"Do you think I care if she tells the police or not? I want my girl here, by my side, or heads will roll in this town." Jungkook yelled, punching the wall. The boys looked at each other tiredly, but obeyed the leader's command, leaving the house one by one until only Jeon and Jung were inside. Hoseok stared at Jungkook for a moment until he turned to face each other. Hoseok was the only one who was never intimidated by Jungkook's dark gaze.

"What if she doesn’t want to be on your side? What if she really ran away?”

"I want to hear it from her mouth. Then she can go wherever she wants.” Jungkook said walking toward the door.

"Are not you going to try to arrest her here or something?"

“I FUCKING LOVE HER, DAMN IT.” Jeon shouted, turning around to face Hoseok. “I would never touch that girl to hurt her, she's the only person in the world that I would never think of hurting. I just want to hear from her mouth that we had no chance of being together. I just want her to look me in my eyes and say it's all over. And then I'll leave her alone.”

It was past seven at night. You and your friends were walking the streets lit by streetlights. You were singing and dancing a song that the three of you worshiped, it's been a long time since you've been together for so long. You'd even forgotten about Jungkook and what had happened last night.

"Guys, are you having the feeling that we're being followed?" Becca asked and you looked up from the sidewalk to look at her looking sideways, you did the same. “I'm feeling it since we left the mall.”

"Me too." SuHee answered and you frowned. Had Jungkook put one of his friends to follow you? No, he wouldn’t do that. It was not possible that he would do something like that. You glanced around for some familiar face, but you just saw a hooded man walking a few yards behind you. You wondered if you should question him, to see if he was really following you, but it would be very strange to come to someone randomly on the street and ask such a question. You hugged your friends by the shoulders and began to pull them with you, deciding to just walk faster. Sometimes you would glance back coverfully to see if the man was still there and every time you looked, you had the feeling that he was getting closer and closer. That was weird. Not wanting to risk it, you waved to a taxi in the street. The driver stopped and you three went into the backseat.

You decided it was time to go home. It was almost eight at night, and all three were tired, the next day would be the graduation ceremony and they all wanted to be rested. You left the girls in their homes first before heading to yours. When you got there, you noticed that the cars of Yoongi, Taehyung and Jin were there. They must be doing some meeting. You thought.

Walking at a normal pace, you reached the porch and opened the door to enter the living room. As you turn to head for the ladder, after closing the door behind you, you have come upon some eyes on you. Yoongi and Taehyung were sitting on the couch while Hoseok was propped against the wall next to the kitchen door. Jin was sitting in the armchair beside the sofa and Namjoon sitting in front of the center table of the room, with a notebook on his lap and his back propped up on the couch. They all looked surprised and relieved to see you.

You were about to ask what was going on, when your attention was called to the loud, heavy steps that Jungkook had down the stairs and went like a hurricane, screaming at you.

“But where the fuck were you, (Y/N)?” He screamed with red face and veins of neck jumping. You involuntarily took a step back, banging your back on the front door, wide-eyed, startled by the scream.

“Wow! Slow down, badboy!" You said raising your hands in innocence. "I was with Becca and Suhee.”

“And why the hell don’t you answer that fucking phone? Do you know how worried I was with you? We run the whole city looking for you.” He screamed again, throwing his hands up, taking a few steps away from you, taking a deep breath. You raised your eyebrows, confused as to why they were looking for you. You just spent the day off, it was not like you ran away ... And that thought lit a light in your head.

“Did you think I'd run away?” You asked, and all eyes fell on you, including the dark, enraged eyes of Jungkook, who was now with his hands on his waist, breathing deeply several times. You laughed and shook your head in disbelief, having thoughts confirmed by them. "Why would I run away? Just because you are a gang and my boyfriend is the leader?”

"Honestly? That's exactly why." Jin replied, making you laugh again.

“I knew where I was getting myself when I accepted what Jungkook does. I would not run away.” You said looking back at Jungkook who did not take his eyes off you. He still had a frown, and his gaze was still full of doubt. “I'm hungry, Hoseok, can you order a pizza for us?" You asked, turning to the guy next to you who had been silent until then. He shook his head nodding, and waving at them you went up the stairs. You needed a shower. As soon as you entered your room, Jungkook came in behind you and slammed the door, making you let out a sigh of irritation. “Seriously, Jungkook. Calm down. The door didn’t do anything to you.”

“Do you have a notion of the fear I had of you having left me, (Y/N)?” He asked in a low voice, even more angry. You turned to him, shaking your head.

“I have friends too. And I needed to get away from your life for just one day, or I would go crazy. And I'm glad you felt the pain of almost losing who you love, because I felt exactly like that yesterday.” You said with sarcasm, sitting on the bed and taking off your boots.

"Why was your phone turned off?"

“Because the battery is dead.”

"And why didn’t you wake me up to say you were going out?"

"Because I didn’t want to.”

“Have you thought about running away?” He asked, and that made you stop untying the boot. You sighed and looked up at him, his hands on his waist, bent over one foot, clenched jaw, his eyebrows lowered. No, you hadn’t thought of that possibility.

“What if I have thought it?” You asked, and his eyes widened slightly, his breathing was getting heavy and the blood dripped from his face. You hadn’t thought of running away or reporting him to the police, but you had to know what he would do if you had tried. “What would you have done?”

“I would have killed myself.” He answered without thinking twice, staring at you with deep eyes, without blinking, without any hesitation in his voice. That surprised you, to the point you flinch to the sounds of his words. "That's what I would have done, because I found purpose in you, (Y/N). Yeah, that sounds like the biggest cliché shit of all time and I never imagined myself saying that shit, but you're the most important thing I have. So, if you had run away, yelled at me to stay away from you, if you kick me out of your life and run to a police station to report me, I would kill anyone who could harm you and then I would die, because I would have no more for what to live. I always lived in black and white, (Y/N), you brought color to my life.” He finished speaking softly, calmly.

You had nothing to say, you were shocked by what he had said. Would he kill himself? Suicide? You blinked a few times, it was like a shot in the middle of your chest, right in your heart. The intensity of those words, instead of leaving you in pure comfort, knowing that he loved you unconditionally, those words made you feel bad, to think that he could hurt himself because of you. You lowered your head, still processing his words.

“Why did you cry yesterday?” He asked in a broken voice, making you look back at him, seeing his eyes filled with water. Oh God, he was going to cry? You've never seen Jungkook cry. “It was because of me? Did I do something that hurt you? Did I hurt you, (Y/N)? Do you want to leave? You want to leave me? Was sex yesterday a farewell? Are you thinking of running away while I'm sleeping or something?”

You could hear the desperation in his voice, and you were sure he could collapse at any minute. You wanted him to feel what you felt, but not that way. You never wanted to see him cry. Seeing the man you love, the one who was not affected by feelings, in that state was making your heart ache even more. How could someone with sociopathy have that kind of reaction? He didn’t even shake when you fought over Taehyung being shot, so how was he shaken by the thought of you running away? Maybe you had to seek professional help to understand it better, but at that moment, you needed to calm the heart of your man.

You got out of your thoughts and looked back at Jungkook who was still in the same position as before. You reached out to him and he blinked a few times, walking toward you, kneeling and crawling up to your thighs where he rested his head, embracing your legs. You had never seen him so vulnerable. He was always so strong and full of himself, so confident, but at that moment he just looked like an ordinary man, afraid of losing the woman he loves.

“I cried because the fear I felt of losing you yesterday, coupled with the euphoria I feel every time I'm with you and I couldn’t hold back the tears. A lot happened yesterday, and I was shaken.” You said, stroking his hair with one hand while with the other, you stroked his back. “I didn’t cry because you hurt me or because it was a good-bye sex, Jungkook. I love you. And I didn’t think of leaving you, I just went for a walk with the girls, I needed to go out with my friends.”

"You promise?" He asked. He raised his head and looked at you, the black eyes now cleared of any bad feeling, just shining with your image, with a bunny smile so full of innocence that made you gasp and smile at how childlike and pure he was being at that moment. “Promise you will not leave me, ever?”

You shook your head, nodding and bent, kissing him.

“I promise. I want to take a shower. I've been walking all day and I'm a mess.”

“Can I go with you?” He asked sitting on his heels, propping his hands on your thighs, excited. You nodded, watching him get up and start undressing, before grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the room, running only in his underwear down the hall, toward the bathroom, making you laugh.

"My God, you made up quickly." Namjoon's voice said, drawing your attention to the other side of the hall at the top of the stairs. He was standing there, laughing.

"She loves Me." Jungkook said smiling, before pulling you inside and slamming the door, pulling you into a kiss. The bath would not be quick.

During the shower, after you had sex, Jungkook told you that the day after graduation, he would take you to look at some houses, to buy a bigger one for you to live in. After the pizza and everything was properly explained, and after the boys were calmer, they decided to leave. In the middle of the night, you were still rolling in bed, unable to sleep anxiously for the next day. You stood up, and walked out of the bedroom, not wanting to stay in bed and wake Jungkook. When you reached the top of the stairs, you noticed that the kitchen light was on. Someone had forgotten to turn it off or Hoseok was there.

The second option was confirmed when upon reaching the door, you observed Hoseok sitting in the chair, leaning on the back of the chair and with his feet on the table. He was shirtless, and you noticed a tattoo of a black skull on his chest, and you could be sure that the skull had a macabre smile. There was a sentence in a language you didn’t understand, written around the drawing. You never know he had a tattoo. He had a bottle of beer in one hand and his cell phone was in the other, making him distracted. The black hair was messy, like he's just woken up. There was an ashtray on the table, and a cigarette that still burned rested inside, with smoke coming out of it. When did he start smoking? You asked mentally.

Hoseok lifted the beer bottle for another sip, but as soon as the bottle spout was on his lips, his senses warned him of something and his eyes left the screen of the phone and slid to you making him freeze his actions and stare you. He looked you slowly from top to bottom, his eyes darkened, noting that you were wearing only one of Jungkook's black blouses, showing your thighs and wearing bunny-like socks on your feet. He looked back into your eyes, intrigued. For him you were beautiful, sexy, smart, funny full of emotions and innocent, so what were you doing there between two drug-dealing murderers who liked to see blood dripping? Why the hell did he have the feeling that you were breaking into his mind and destroying him? It was strange, he did not feel anything for you, but he liked your company. He look at you and see a person he should despise, so pathetic and innocent with all those feelings involving your soul and your heart. You were a lamb between two lions. So easy to manipulate. A perfect prey for him. But there was something that kept him from doing something against you. Not the fact that you were Jeon's girl, but it was something else that kept him from being the evil man he liked to be. Maybe you were his trigger too. And if that were true, he would be totally fucked.

"Like what you see?" He asked when he saw you still staring at him. You widened your eyes and your cheeks reddened, making him laugh. So inocent. He thought. You opened his mouth to answer, but frowned when you realized what he had just done.

"Are you trying to flirt with me?"

"I wouldn’t dare.” He pointed to the chair next to him, so you could sit down. So you did. You sat down beside him and leaned your arms on the table. “Can’t sleep?”

“No, I'm looking forward to graduation. I've waited for it my whole life, but now I feel like I'm going to miss school. I don't know.” You said biting your lips. Hoseok just nodded and offered the bottle of beer. You took a sip as he took a drag on his cigarette. “Since when do you smoke?”

“Since Jungkook and I founded Century.” He replied, throwing his head back and blowing the smoke out of his mouth. “I don’t usually smoke near others, I like doing this when I'm alone or after work. It's comforting.”

“It's toxic and can kill you.” You said grimacing. Hoseok laughed sarcastically and looked at you. “What?”

“I'm from a gang that sells drugs and uses fists and violence to get what they want, (Y/N). If I still haven’t died with a bullet in my forehead, it will not be a cigarette that will knock me over.” He said taking another drag and releasing the smoke on your face, making you cough and wag the front of your face with your hand, dispersing the smoke and seeing an amused smile coming out of his lips.

“What is the meaning of the tattoo?” You asked, pointing to his chest. He stared at his chest before glaring at you.

“When we die, the only thing left is our bones. I did this to remind myself that people are nothing more than a bag of bones covered in red meat and blood.”  He replied with darkening eyes again, making your body shiver with the coldness in his words.

"And what does the phrase say?"

"There is no salvation for those who don’t want to be saved." He replied, and you swallowed. His eyes were so clouded with something you couldn’t identify. Hoseok was so mysterious sometimes, so gloomy. And sometimes his eyes cause you chills, like they were empty. As if he were empty. His eyes were so different from Jungkook's eyes that were always full of intentions, while Jung's eyes were almost always empty, as if he felt nothing, free of feelings or internal conflicts.

“What does that mean?” You asked, not sure if you wanted to hear the answer. Hoseok studied you for a few seconds before smiling with the corner of his mouth.

“One day you will find out, little one.”  He swallowed his cigarette again, and you frowned, lowering your head. Why did you feel as if those words were a kind of warning to you?

“Hoseok, can you explain something to me?” You asked and he looked at you again, nodding. “How does your mind and the Jungkook's mind work?” He raised an eyebrow, not understanding the question. “I mean, how do you control sociopathy? You said that it is a rare syndrome that few sociopaths have, that these few can control their feelings. How does it work?”

“Why are you asking me this now? You didn’t seem to care about that before.” He said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. You shrugged.

“It's just ... I'm confused. Jungkook doesn’t care about many things. Yesterday he didn’t care about Taehyung being shot, and sometimes he really shows that nothing is important, but ...”

“But when it comes to you, he seems to conflict with all the feelings he has for you.” He completed your sentence, saying exactly what you were thinking, making you eye-popping. Hoseok laughed and dropped his cigarette in the ashtray. He took his feet off the table and turned his body to you. "You're his trigger."

“What does that mean?”

“Triggers on guns are used to fire. Emotional triggers have the same definition, but instead of bullets, they trigger reactions, trigger emotions. Sociopaths don’t feel things like love and compassion because our triggers are technically inactive, but sociopaths with emotional syndrome, like me and Jungkook, can connect to a person which functions as a button to turn on our inactive triggers. And that person becomes the only thing we care about. When we attach to that person, our feelings for her are true and intense, and we would do everything for her, we would do everything to see her happy and safe, but our emotions are limited to her alone. With the rest of the world, we still don’t care.” He say without taking his eyes off you and you could feel the intensity of the words while linking Jungkook's actions to all that. “Jungkook began to try his best to care for other people, after meeting you, even if he finds it unnecessary, he tries because of you, because that would make you feel happy, seeing that he has friendship for other people. Because you're his trigger. You're the only one who can take good things from him. And you're the only one who can hurt him emotionally. You're the only one who can destroy him from the inside.”

“He said if I left him, he ... he would kill himself.” You whispered, looking down at your hands. Hoseok sighed and shrugged, shaking his head. “Was he serious?”

“Yes." Hoseok remarked, making you look back at him. “Without a trigger, a weapon is inactive, a bomb cannot explode, feelings become numb. When a sociopath with emotional syndrome loses his trigger, we didn’t get back to having an inactive trigger, because in fact the trigger breaks. A broken trigger means that the weapon can continue shooting until the ammunition runs out, and in relation to feelings, they go out of control. All human beings have a mental barrier, a blockage. a protection that keeps us from trying to kill ourselves. People with depression, people who cut themselves, who attempt suicide, they have this damaged barrier. But the sociopaths with emotional syndrome, when our trigger breaks, our mental barrier completely collapses. And feelings take control of our body, they fill our heads with the thought and feeling that we cannot live without that person, without our trigger. So, we simply have no purpose or what to live for. And our only option becomes death.”

You should not have asked. That was what you thought at the moment, feeling your eyes fill with tears at the thought that if something happened to you, Jungkook would not live his life normally.

But soon another thought took over your mind. How did Hoseok know that much?

“You ... Have you been through this?” You asked and Hoseok smiled, denying.

“I'm still alive, aren’t I?” He said, and you nodded. He took a deep breath and bit his lip before looking at the clock on his cell phone screen. “It's late, you better go to sleep, little one. If you have more questions tomorrow, I promise I'll answer.”

You nodded again, rising from the chair as he turned his attention to his cell phone, and walked toward the door. Before leaving, you turned to him and smile gratefully.

“Hoseok." You called him, and he turned his eyes from the screen to you. "Thank you for telling me this."

He looked you up and down again and nodded.

“Good night, (Y/N).”

“Good night, Sunshine.”

The Graduation was scheduled to begin at 6 pm, but you had woken up at 10 a.m. to start organizing. You'd fix your hair at home and then go to Becca's house where SuHee would be too, and you were going to put on your makeup and together you would go to the ceremony. You planned this from your freshman year of high school and finally that day was coming.

This was another step towards adulthood. So many things had happened in those years of school and now you were sitting in the armchair of the bedroom you shared with Jungkook, wearing only your panties and one of the only white social shirts he had in his wardrobe. A year ago you would never have imagined any of this happening to you, absolutely none of it. What would have happened to you if you had not taken that ride? What if you had refused his invitation to take you to that party? Would he have insisted or would not you be together today?

“I can’t find any plausible explanation for you to be there and not here by my side.” Your man's voice brought you out of your thoughts and now he was lying on his side in bed, facing you, only with the blanket covering the rest of his naked body.

“What would have happened if I had not taken your ride? You would have insisted or would have given up?” You asked and he bit his lip corner, letting out a heavy sigh. He sat on the bed and stood up, letting the blanket fall on the floor and reveal his naked body, showing his morning erection.

He walked over to you and knelt in front of you, laying his hands on your thighs.

“I would have insisted.” He said using his hands to open his legs slowly. “I would have insisted until you told me to go to hell and stay away from you, or until give me a chance to make you feel good.” He said grabbing your calves and pulling you a little forward, making you almost lie down in the armchair. He placed your legs propped up on the arms of the armchair and you smiled biting your lips. “Not wanting to be cliché, but you were the only girl that made me want to spend the rest of my life with.” He said caressing you over the panties. “And it's certainly the only one that can make me want to stay inside you all day long.” He pulled your panties aside and began to caress your clit with his tongue, making you moan and bring your hand up to his hair. “You're like a drug to me, the most delicious in the whole world, and after I've tasted you, I've become addicted and now I cannot live without you because I'm totally dependent on you.” He whispered against your pussy, and started to suck you again, causing you to arch back and moan loudly, biting your lips.

Jungkook stroked your entrance with his forefinger before penetrating you and feeling you tighten around him, making him groan as he didn’t take his eyes off you. He loved to see how you liked him down there. He loved to taste you, to feel you pulsing around him, begging for an orgasm. But he literally loved it when you rubbed your pussy in his mouth, wanting more. He added another finger and you pressed his hair between your fingers and he laughed increasing the pressure of his tongue on your clit and the speed of his fingers that came in and out of you with force.

“Shit Jungkook, fuck me hard. Now." You moaned, leaving his hair and holding the sides of the armchair. He wasted no time and stood up, positioning his cock in your entrance and slowly penetrating you. Panting and biting his li. Seconds later he was in and out of you quickly and hard, the way you two liked.

“I love the way you pulsates around me, baby.” He groaned, his forehead pressed against yours, his hips moving toward yours. You grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down, kissing him to stifle the moans.

It was not long before you were both cumming and exhausted.

“I can’t believe we’re finally getting rid of that hell.” Suhee said as Becca put makeup on her eyes. The three were getting ready in Becca’s room and would soon be heading toward the school where the graduation ceremony would happen.

“I don’t know why so much celebration, next year we will be studying again.” You said putting the lipstick to your lips, sitting in front of Becca’s dressing table.

“Yeah, but next year, we’re going to be gorgeous, hot fledglings among a bunch of hot, veteran hot guys. The college has a lot better than the school, we can make our schedules, have the fraternities parties, we can leave class when we want, have a lot of cat and smart man.” Becca said.

“Or donkeys and rich.” Suhee completed making you laugh. “You should have chosen a better course, (Y/N). Physics classes should not have many profitable men.”

“I’m not going to college to look for men, I already have mine and I’m very happy with him.”

“Did you and he make up?”

“Yeah, we talked yesterday and it’s okay. Luckily I do not regret being with him.” You said turning in the chair and facing the bed, looking at your friends.

“Girls, are you ready?” Becca’s mother yelled downstairs. “It’s picture time.”

“We're going, Mother.” The girl screamed and the three went down to the living room, gathering in front of the sofa to take the long-awaited graduation photo. None of you could explain in words the feeling of finally being formed, of finally taking a turn in your lives, and finally doing it together, as you always dreamed.

“What the fuck, I'm going to be late.” Jungkook grunted as he slipped his tie around his neck, staring at the bathroom mirror. He had been so busy with some things he had to do that day, that he had lost his time and now if he didn’t rush to get ready, he would be late for the graduation ceremony. He was not at all excited about all this, he hated the people at school and had no desire to participate, but you almost begged him to be there, and he couldn’t say no to you, even because he rarely said no to you. “Shit. (Y/N) will kill me.”

“You aren't afraid to fight guys twice your size, but you're afraid to be late for an event because of (Y/N)?” Hoseok stopped at the bathroom door, laughing at his friend. "You've gone from big bad wolf to little puppy."

“That's what a woman does to a man. If I'm late for this crap, she'll be able to stay for a month without having sex with me.” They both laughed. “How is the situation of the houses?”

“The Realtor said they are ready for visitors. Both have a basement that has the structure to make the panic room like the one we have here. It will probably be more spacious than here and will be able to store more weapons and more products. But you know she's going to find it, don’t you?”

Jeon was about to answer when he felt the cell vibrating in the pocket of his pants.

"Shit.” He mumbled picking up the phone in his pocket as Hoseok turned his back, walking towards the stairs, knowing that from then on, Jungkook rather be alone.

Jeon frowned as he saw a text message on his cell phone, from an unknown number. "Can you protect your girl from everything?" The blood drained from his face, and he dropped the tie around his neck, dialing your number and beginning to call you, as he turned away from the bathroom and yelled for Hoseok.

“Come on, shit!”

“What's up man?” Jung, who was still at the top of the stairs, stopped and turned back, seeing Jeon beginning to turn red and his eyes slightly wide.

“Something will happen with (Y/N).” Jungkook said trying to call you one more time. “An unknown number sent a message to my cell phone, I think she's in danger...”

"Yes, baby?" Your voice said across the line, making him sigh with relief.

“Damn, where are you?” He asked, pulling on his tie and throwing it into the hallway as he walked toward the stairs with Hoseok in front of him.

“What do you mean, where am I? At school. Where are you? The ceremony starts in 15 minutes ...”

“Listen to me, stay close to the people, don’t get away from the other students, get it?” He ordered, walking toward the front door. “If you feel in danger, yell as loud as you can, okay?”

“Yeah, but what's going on?” You asked confused.

“Just do what I'm saying, (Y/N). I'll be there in a few minutes.” He said leaving the house, going towards the car.

“All right.”

He hung up.

“Call the others and send them to school.” He ordered Hoseok as soon as they had entered the Dodge. He shook hands on the wheel and drove exceeding 100 hours, passing a red light, causing a mess in traffic. At the moment he was not worried about fines or the police, but thinking of a thousand ways to torture and kill whoever had sent that message and threatened the life of his girl.

“Is everything alright?” Suhee asked as soon as she saw that you had hung up the phone and had a question mark almost drawn on your forehead. You turned to her with a frown.

“Yes, it was Jungkook ... He was strange ...”

“Come on  (Y/N), let's agree that your boyfriend is not the most normal guy you ever met, right?”

“(Y/N).” Becca approached. "Your parents are sitting near the stage, they were asking about you. I think you should go talk to them, they seemed to be sad.”

“I’ll go there. If Jungkook arrives, tell him where I am.” You said turning away and walking through the field, where the stage was set. Walking through the chairs, you reached the side of the parents and relatives, where you saw their seated in the first two chairs of the second row. You bit your lips and walked toward them. It's been a while since you've talked to either of them. Since leaving home, you had not yet contacted them and was not really sure they would be there that day, but you were glad they were there. "Hi." You said and they both looked at you. Your mother instantly covered her mouth with both hands, beginning to cry. “Mom, what ...”

“You look so beautiful in this outfit, my dear.” She said hugging her and crying compulsively. You smiled and hugged her back. You looked at your father standing there, just watching you two with a sad look on his face. You just smiled at him, reaching out for him, calling him into the embrace. Having a family hug. He also cried. The last time you saw him crying, it was when your sister decided to move.

“I'm sorry for everything, (Y / N). We miss you.” He said.

"It's all right, Daddy. I miss you too.”

"Then come back home, my dear." Your mother said after you undo the hug. You took a deep breath and gave them a comforting smile. You didn’t want to fight with them, again. “I cannot stand the anguish of not knowing if you're doing well or not.”

"I'm fine, I swear, Jungkook is taking good care of me, I'm happy."

"And where is he?" Your mother asked and your father became serious. Even admitting that he was wrong to slap you and even miss you, he hadn’t forgotten that he didn’t like the boy.

"He's coming, he's only a little late ..."

"Everyone at your seats, please, the ceremony begins in 5 minutes ..." The speaker said into the microphone, and suddenly with the nervousness, you felt a great urge to go to the bathroom.

“I'm going to the bathroom before the ceremony starts, maybe after we can go out for dinner, maybe you can give Jungkook a try.” You asked with a hopeful smile on your face.

“Sure. We can try.” Your father said, pulling a gigantic smile from your face who waved and began to run to the lockiing room in the field where there was a ladies' room that you could use.

After using the toilet, you stopped in front of the mirror and took a deep breath after washing your hands. You were forming, literally going into adulthood. You'd soon start working and college. And you were happy, glad you accepted that ride Jungkook offered you. You were definitely happy with him despite some things that happened over the weeks, but you were sure that everything would get better, you just had to have faith.

You took off the cap and fixed your hair. Through the mirror, you saw the door being opened and a man who was twice your size came in. He was wearing a janitor's uniform, but you had never seen him there. You decided to ignore it, turning your attention to your hair, but when you saw that the man had not moved, you turned to him, waiting for him to say what he wanted.

“You are (Y/N), right?” He asked as he slowly approached you, like a predator approaching its prey. You frowned and looked at him suspiciously, nodding right after.

"And you are?"

"I'm a friend of Jungkook." He said even closer, forcing you to take steps back.

“I know all of Jungkook's friends. You are not one of them. Get out of here.”

“Of course, but first ...” And he lunged at you, pushing you against the wall and cupping your nose and mouth with a damp cloth, giving you no chance to scream. You started to get dizzy until you passed out in that man's arms.

Jungkook made the tires of his car roar as he skidded into the entrance of the school parking lot. He stopped anyway, leaving the vehicle desperately, with Hoseok. Another car stopped there, and the other three boys left, followed Jeon who were running toward the soccer field behind the school building. When they got there, they saw that heap of people in the field, parents and students, teachers, and needed to find you, so he told the boys to divide and look for her in the crowd. The desperation of not being fast enough, and something to have happened to you, took control of your body and he cursed himself for still having feelings.

"Suhee!" He screamed as he saw your friend talking to some other students. He grabbed her arm, turning her at once, startling her. “Did you see (Y/N)?”

"Uh yes, she went to her parents. They are there in front ..." He did not let her finish speaking and ran through the crowd, bumping into some, but not bothering to apologize, like always, trying to get to the front of the seats where he spotted your parents sitting.

"Did you see (Y/N)?" He asked as he approached. The two who had previously talked among themselves looked at him in surprise.

"Yes, and ..."

"Where is she? Do you know where she went?" He asked again, interrupting them. He was visibly irritated and worried, and your parents realized that.

" Did something happen..."

"Just tell me where she went, damn it, I have no time for questions." He almost shrieked nervously.

"She went to the bathroom, I think in the locker room ..."

Jeon turned and saw Hoseok passing almost on the other side of him.

“Hoseok.” Jeon caught his attention as he turned toward him. “Locker room.” He shouted, pointing to the field dressing room. They both ran toward the locker room, Jungkook nearly ripped open the bathroom door. There was no one inside, but there was a cap over the sink.

“There is no one in the male either.” Hoseok said entering the room. Jungkook picked up the phone, already with his hands shaking and tried to call you, but the number just turned off.

“FUCK.” He shouted kicking the door of one of the cabins tightly. Hatred bubbled in his veins. The two of them left the locker room, meeting the other three boys who shook their heads. Jungkook clenched his hands in fist, pacing back and forth, thinking desperately about something, in any solution. Who was the son of a bitch who dared do that? He thought.

“What should we do now?” Taehyung asked. Jeon spotted your parents heading toward them and not having the patience to argue or quarrel, knowing he might be running out of time, he motioned for them to follow him back into the parking lot.

“Whoever kidnapped her must have taken her to some hiding place, Yoongi, call Jin and ask him to delve our contacts, see if anybody saw some suspicious acting in some rival gang. Taehyung, the school has cameras in the corridors, I want you to find a way to pick up the recordings of today and find (Y/N) and the son of a bitch who kidnapped her. Namjoon, I want you to try to trace her number and the number that sent me the message, try to find out which location it was used, then look around the area and see if there are sheds, closed industries, abandoned buildings and let me know.” They all nodded.

“They would not be dumb enough to use the phone near the hiding place, Jeon.” Taehyung said, and Hoseok let out a sarcastic laugh.

"If they were dumb enough to kidnap Jungkook's girlfriend, then make sure they're dumb to anything else."

At the same moment, Jungkook's phone vibrated in his pocket. As he picked it up, he saw it was another message, but this time it was a picture. You were lying in the backseat of a car, unconscious.

"That was the most shit idea anyone could have." He snarled. “I want the head of this bastard.”

When you started to open your eyes, your views were blurry. You were dizzy and felt sleepy. You wanted to raise your hand to rub your eyes, but you couldn’t. Looking down, you saw that your arms were tied around the arms of the uncomfortable wooden chair you were sitting on. Confused, you blinked a few times, shaking your head, trying to remember what had happened. With your senses coming back and your memories too, you began to panic as you remembered what had happened before you passed out, which made you start pulling your arms out of the brown leather handcuffs that held you. Straining to free your wrists.

Seeing you could not free yourself, you began to look around, trying to get a sense of where you were. It seemed to be a basement somewhere, you didn’t know for sure. In front of you was another chair. It had a giant iron machine on your left side that was dusty, and looked rusty. On your right side was a table and a few cardboard boxes around it. There were some papers on the table.

You couldn’t move your head to look back, so you couldn’t see what was behind you, but in front of you, behind the empty chair, there was an iron ladder leaning against the wall leading to a door, so maybe you were on one floor under another floor. It was really a basement. You were not desperate, yes, you were scared, but not to the point of being desperate with it, and you didn’t know why. Most people would start screaming and crying for help, hopelessly trying to let go, but you were clear-minded, trying to think of why you were there.

The first thing you remembered was the man who attacked you in the bathroom in the school locker room. You looked down and still had your scholarship. The second thing was Jungkook. The call he'd made to you, asking you not to get away from people, that's what he was talking about, he knew something would happen, And that man said he was Jungkook’s friend, which led to the third conclusion, they had kidnapped you because of him. You sighed and let your head fall forward, now you need to remain calm, but instead of calming down, you felt irritation.

“This is the result you getting involved with a drug dealer, (Y/N). Besides you being forced to see your friend bleeding for being shot, and nearly losing your boyfriend in the middle of this story, now you’re stuck in a fucking bad remake of The Godfather. Why couldn’t you fall in love with the school nerd? The most dangerous thing he could be doing right now was building a killer robot. But no, you had to fall in love with Jeon Jungkook.” You grunted through your teeth, sarcastically as you tried to release your arms by pulling hard, giving an angry grunt, lowering your head in frustration.

It was when the creak of the door that led to that ladder caught your attention, making you look up. You saw four men entering. Both wearing black trousers and white blouses, both with guns in their hands. Your heart raced and your breathing threatened to do the same, but you pulled the air and held it for a few seconds, before exhaling and clenched the jaw. Your body wanted to despair, your arms and legs wanted to shake and your eyes wanted to tear, but you forced your mind not to do so. Stay calm (Y / N). You told yourself. You have to be strong. They're very big weapons, but you'll be fine.

As those four men approached and formed a circle around you, another man came in and closed the door behind him. Before he went down he paused for a moment at the top of the stairs.

“Wow." You can hear him whisper over his breath. He was tall and dressed differently from the others who were there, and his aura was quite different as well. Should be the boss. You thought. He wore leather shoes and a suit with a soft fabric, probably of a very expensive brand. As he approached, he sat down in front of you, propping his back against the back of the chair and examining you. He wasn’t handsome, his eyes were green, but that didn’t mean he was charming or something. He had a goatee, his hair cut mullet style, already a little gray.

"So you're the famous (Y/N)?" He asked after a few more minutes staring. You arched a brow when the word "famous" came out of his lips.

“I'd love to say it's true, but no. I haven’t had my debut yet.” You answered, not even knowing where that courage had come from. The man in front of you smiled, looking pleased with your answer.

“Usually I'd be pissed off at such a naughty little girl like that, but I understand, you seem to be a long time with that little cocaine salesman that people call Jungkook, you must have taken his bad habits from being rude.”

“In fact I've always been like that, bad cradle creation.” You replied. But what the fuck are you doing? Do you want to die? Your subconscious screamed. That man put his hand on his chin, on his beard, watching you once more. “Can I know why I'm here?”

“Nothing important...”

“Come on! If it's not important, why would the so-called orchestrator of everything would be here in front of me? I don’t know how things work in real life, but in movies when things are not important, bosses don’t show their faces.”

He reached the body forward, supporting his arms on his legs, getting even more curious about you.

"How are you so sure I'm the boss?"

“Your clothes. Your suit is Slim, made of cold wool, thin wires, probably Italian. Your tie is a silk jacquard, maybe Salvatore Ferragamo if I'm not mistaken and your shoes are leather. My mother works with luxury clothes, so I know the products. Even if you were the second in command, I don’t think you'd use something expensive like that so I assume you're the boss, or at least it would be if this were a movie.”

“Your perception is impressive. Did you learn all this from the movies or did Jeon teach you about it?”

“It's not because my boyfriend is from a gang that I have to be the dumb and innocent girlfriend. The reason I'm here is him, right?”

“Yes, he irritated us a lot ... He took some things that were ours ... He destroyed one of my establishments, he and his gang killed my subordinates ... So, nothing better and more cliché than kidnapping the enemy gang leader's girlfriend, don’t you think?” He asked, leaning back in his chair again. The seizure. Was that his place? Did Jungkook really steal from someone? “Is not that what would happen in a movie?”

“Yes, but I don’t know if you know, but at the end of the movie, bad guys always get bad.”

And then he smiled rising and approaching you, and drawing his face closer to yours, which made you gasp and swallow.

“Glad we're in real life, right sweet?” He whispered close to your face, letting that hot breath hit your face, and even if you had held your breath, the scent of his mouth came through your nostrils and you wished you could vomit. "Put the camera in position." He ordered, moving away from you that allowed yourself to breathe again. Glancing to the side, where had those boxes, one of the men who were armed opened one of it, taking out a camera and a dismounted pedestal, putting everything next to the chair that the man was sitting on. "Are you recording?" He asked and henchman nodded, signaling yes. Despair began to pour through your veins, imagining what he was about to do, and whatever it was, you didn’t like anything about it. “You know (Y/N), I understand why Jungkook likes you, besides being very pretty, you had a smart mouth and God knows what you can do with it.” He said reaching out and holding your lip, pulling it and releasing it. “If you're a good girl by the end, I untie you and let you suck me while one of my men or maybe all, fuck your hot pussy.”

“How lucky for me to be a bad girl then." You said between your teeth, feeling disgusted at his words, just to make you smile again.

“Bad girls deserve to be punished, you know that, don’t you?” And he hit you with a strong slap on your face, making you groan with pain. You were sure that if you were an owl, your head would have made a full turn because of the force he used. You took a deep breath, holding back the tears of pain and looked back at him. “"Look at that angry little face." He said grabbing your chin tightly. “I'd love to see those eyes filled with rage and tearing as you choke on my cock in the back of your throat. Too bad I cannot do that right now.”

“Not now and not ever.” You snapped and at the same time received another slap, even stronger, making the urge to cry even harder.

“Sir." One of the men called.

“What?” He practically yelled at the boy who was almost next to you.

“I'm sorry, sir, but ... I do not think you should do this to her ...”

"Are you crazy? Are you fucking crazy?” Said the furious man advancing against the boy and grabbing him by the shirt. “Do you think you can handle me, bastard?”

” Sorry sir, no, but you heard what Jungkook did to that man who just hit upon her ...” You turned your attention totally to the two, confused. "He's not going to be happy to see what we're doing to her ..."

"What did he do?" You interrupted them, drawing their attention. "What did Jungkook do and with who did he do?"

“You didn’t know?” The boss asked and you shook your head in denial. “He beat him to the point of almost killing him with a crowbar.” And if you were not crying before for the pain, now the tears rolled down your cheeks with no control. “Why are you so surprised? Do not you know your boyfriend's fame, baby?”

“Don’t call me that." You said between your teeth, causing the chief to throw himself at you, holding your chin tightly and pulling your hair back, forcing you to throw your head back.

“Do you think you're in the position or in the mood to order something here, you whore? Hm? You claim to be the smart girlfriend but you're being stupid enough to be petulant with the guy who trapped you in that fucking chair. You have no voice here, bitch. I do whatever I want with you, and you have to accept it. If I tell you to shut up, you shut up, if I tell you to open your fucking legs so I can fuck you like the bitch you are, then you're going to do it, or I swear I cut your throat and throw you to the dogs, understood?”

You didn’t answer, just took a deep breath as he released you.

"Let's go back to where stopped." He said, taking a penknife out of his suit pocket. You're not calm anymore. Of two one, or he would torture you, tear your skin with the knife, or release you and then possibly rape you. Neither option was good in your eyes and you didn’t know which was worse. And looking around once more, seeing that obviously no one there would help you, your eyes stopped in the camera. They were recording it. And if it was not for a sinister, disgusting and scary collection of torture footage, they would send it to Jungkook. And your heart broke, you didn’t want him to see anything that could possibly happen.

“So let's start at the beginning. Who are Century's suppliers?” The man asked and you frowned. "Are you suddenly silent?"

"I don’t know what you're talking about." You answered simply, and he held up his pocketknife, his eyes glittering wickedly.

“Wrong answer, little girl.”

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Ride Or Die - Chapter 4 (M)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader

— word c | 12.233

— genre | Mafia au!, angst , Smut.

— summary |  He seemed to have come out of a museum for being so handsome, it seemed to be that badboy coming straight from the teen movies, but as you go deep into his life, you realize he was not a badguy just to annoy his parentes. He was not a Badboy, but a BadMan. He sold drugs and his friends too. He commanded a dangerous, feared gang.And you fell madly in love with him, almost leaving your life and everyone you knew behind, to be with him..

— warnings/tags | Adult content, Violence, drugs, alcoholic beverages, explicit sex, low slang words.

— disclaimer | myself and this fic DOES NOT condone violence, abuse, use of drugs, alcohol or any kind of crimes. This is a fanfic, an alternative reality, I have no intention of offending anyone. If that makes you feel bad, please do not read. In this fanfic the character is not abusive to the reader, and remember, what Jungkook does in this fanfic is not what he does in real life. Myself or this fanfic does not have any type of connection with BTS, Jungkook or Bighit. Hope you like it.

 Chapter Songs: Bad Liar |  I don’t wanna miss a thing

— Ride Or Die - Character Biography.

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It was already four in the afternoon when Jungkook parked the Dodge 78 in front of the iron shed behind the train lines and sighed looking out the window of the car. With his cell phone in hand, he waited for Hoseok to send the message, telling him if he could move on. So many things had happened in those last days, all because of someone who could not keep his mouth shut. As soon as the Ok appeared on the screen, he took one last look at the wallpaper picture of you that he had taken while you were asleep, and got out of the car. He walked toward the shed, lifting the sleeves of his black sweatshirt. He knocked three times hard on the gate and it was opened by a boy with brown hair that was several inches shorter than him, holding a gun in his left hand.

"Are you sure that's the guy?" He asked.

"Yes."

He nodded and the other closed the door as he passed it.

Inside was a totally empty place, there were no furniture, only the iron pillars that held the ceiling. In the middle of the shed, the only place lit by improvised incandescent lights on pedestals, was a man seated, his hands tied behind the chair, his feet wrapped in duct tape, passed over and over so that he had no chance of trying to escape. His mouth was gagged with a piece of cloth and he had a terrified look  and tears in his eyes. Not understanding why he was there. But when he saw Jungkook approaching in the darkness, terror overtook his face. Jeon stopped less than a meter away from the man in the chair and stared up at him with a smile, before letting his smile slip away and let his eyes darken.

"Report?" Without taking his eyes off that man, Jungkook asked coldly into the darkness behind that man. He was to blame for you finding out he was a drug dealer. Hoseok came out of the darkness, all black as usual, but this time with a different expression of that used to carry when he was around you and away from work. Instead of the smile, his face was serious, his eyebrows drooping, pupils dilated by lack of light, and jaw clenched. He held a crowbar that was propped on his left shoulder.

"David Henson." He replied walking slowly around the chair of that man who trembled beneath those two looks that burned like pure fire. "37 years old, divorced, has a daughter named Karla, 17. Faithful customer of our gang for a year and a half, every week buys 20 grams.” So he stood beside Jungkook who had a sadistic look on his face, almost breaking the victim with his gaze.

“Too bad we're going to lose such a loyal customer. But I think Mr. Henson here will understand.” Jungkook said taking the man's gag off.

"Please, I do not ..." He started to speak, but the boy hit him with a hard punch in the face.

"Did I tell you to speak? No. Then shut your fucking mouth" Jeon scream.

“I do not understand ..." The man whimpered. “I-I did not nothing. I-I'm n-not ...”

“So you're saying you don’t know why you're here?” He asked menacingly, holding out his hand to Hoseok who handed him the crowbar, making the immobile man start stammering, which irritated the boy, hitting him on the thigh with the crowbar, making him scream. "Answer!" Jungkook shouted.

“No, I don’t know ... I-I swear.” The man cried. Jungkook then dropped the crowbar on the ground and took two strides toward the man, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back violently before pulling out his cell phone and placing it close to his face with the screen on, showing him your picture.

“Do you see this girl here? Do you know who she is? Hm?”

"It's your girl ..." Jungkook released him and gave him another punch, causing his nose to break with the force, making him scream again.

"Yeah, this is my girl, and I almost lost her because of your fucking mouth. The clearest rule we have is never to speak your trafficker's name to others. And you fucking did it right in front of my girl. " And he kicked the man's chest, who was thrown back violently, hiting his head on the floor. Hoseok put him back in position, picking up a gallon of ice water that was nearby and pouring over the man, so he would wake up. As soon as he was awake from the small faint, Hoseok stepped away from him, taking the crowbar and giving it to Jeon, going into the shadows again. “I promised her I would not hurt anyone, but what the eyes don’t see the heart doesn’t feel.” He said hitting David's shoulder hard, who screamed again. Jungkook pulled the collar of the shirt of that man who could not even speak, standing very close to his face, staring with a mortal look, with black eyes, eyes deep and glazed, filled with hatred that even the demon would tremble to be faced with.

“When I'm done here, you'll crawl back from where you came from ...” He began to speak through clenched teeth. “And you'll tell everyone you know and who know who my girl is to stay away from her. And if you approach her one more time, I'll kill you and who you love. My gang rules this town and the police, so If you try to do something stupid, you'll be more than fucked up my friend, because I'm going to hunt you down, I'll tear your closest friends and make you eat their guts. Don’t fuck with Jeon Jungkook.”

It was almost seven-thirty when you got out of your parents' car. You had not exaggerated in makeup, wore the silver dress and a high heel all black. You walked to the doorway of the house that had the doors open, which gave a great view to the gigantic hall inside that was adorned with tables, flowers and many colors.

"I'll wait here." You said sitting on a wooden bench next to the door, making your parents look confused.

“Wait for what?”

"Jungkook must be coming." You said crossing your legs.

“When am I going to get rid of that brat?” Your father asked incredulously, widening his eyes and throwing his hands up. “When will you see that he is not good for you?”

“It's me who decides what's good or not good for me." You said, staring at the parking lot and smiling as soon as you saw your boyfriend's car approaching. As he parked and got out of the car, she laughed in surprise to see him wearing a suit, tie, and all. The hair forward and the serious look. Your parents were more surprised than you, they were expecting he would wear something like a rock-shirt, boots and ripped pants. and did not imagine that he would look so good in that outfit, in fact they had never imagined him wearing those clothes. He walked fixing her blazer and when he saw you, he lifted his chin, put a hand in the pocket of his pants and began to walk as if he were parading, running his hand through his hair and tossing his fringe back, giving you a seductive look, making you laugh loudly and clap as he approached.

"Hello baby." He said thickening his voice, making you laugh. “Lord, lady!” He waved his hand to your parents who were still there. Your father shook his head and rolled his eyes as he turned and walked in, taking your mother with him. He reached out for you and you held him. Since no one there knew him, they all looked at the two of you as you walked elegantly and gracefully across the hall to the other side of it. As you approached the other side of the hall, where there was an improvised stage, you spotted your grandparents who were now talking to your parents. With them was also Brooklin, your older sister and Jackson, your brother-in-law.

“Oh my God, look at my little girl here." Your grandmother said smiling as you approached and walked towards her holding her tightly. "You've grown so much, dear, we miss you so much”

“I missed you too.” You said, letting go of your grandmother and hugging her grandfather.

"You should come and visit us more often," Your grandfather said, making you smile.

"Hey sis." Brooklin said hugging you tightly. "How are you?"

“I’m good, and you?”

“Well, too good. You're going to be auntie.” She said running her hand over her belly which made you smile big.

“I don’t believe, that’s amazing!”

“And who is this boy?” His grandmother asked, pointing to Jungkook. You took a few steps and approached him, grabbing his arm.

“This is Jungkook, my boyfriend. Baby, these are Christine and Matthew, my maternal grandparents.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you.” He smiled charmingly as he greeted them both.

“Why do not you come sit with us?” Brooklin offered. “We're going to sit down with Dad and Mom ...”

“I do not know if Jungkook would be comfortable there, my parents are getting a lot on our feet lately and I want to avoid scenes.” You said still clinging to his arm. "We're going to sit somewhere else, but thank you." So, you walked away and walked towards an empty table. Many eyes were still on you, especially the women who looked at Jungkook from top to bottom.

“Your parents must have thought I'd show up here in harness, boots, and ripped pants.” He said as you both sat at a table near the corner, not far from the dance floor in the middle of the hall.

"I'm sure so, I should have recorded their faces when they saw you getting out of the car." You laughed. "I thought so too, to tell you the truth. But you're unpredictable and I love it in you.” Said giving him a peck. “And even if I love you with harnesses and ripped pants, you're a charm in that suit. Liked it.”

"You look gorgeous, by the way, you look stunning in this dress, it's causing a mess inside me." He said putting one hand on top of your uncovered thigh, and brought the mouth to your ear. “I loved how your dress lets me see the legs that wrap around my waist every night.” He whispered making you shiver from head to toe.

"Baby, don’t do that, we'll have to spend four hours here."

“You can’t last four hours without riding my cock, right baby? You dirty little girl.” He whispered again, and you laughed, staring into his eyes with a mischievous smile.

“The question is, can you stand four hours without me riding your cock, Badboy?”

“Touché!” He smiled giving you a kiss.

The ceremony began. After passing the vows, your grandmother said she would throw the bouquet just to not lose the habit. Even though you did not believe that you could take it or that taking it would mean that you would get married, you decided to join the group of women behind your grandmother who was on the impromptu stage. You were a little further back and as soon as the bouquet was thrown, he brushed past those desperate women and fell into your arms. Some men then screamed in celebration that their girlfriends or wives had not picked up the bouquet while Jungkook smiled at you as you walked toward the table.

"Looks like I'm the next one from here to get married." You laughed, making him smile.

“It's not far from that, baby.”

Dinner was then served and a song began to play. The older ones preferred to eat while the younger ones preferred to dance, except for Jungkook who did not like to dance, so he sat while Kate begged him to dance with him.

"You know I do not like dancing.”

"So you're going to let me dance alone? In the midst of all those people with all these men here?”

“If they touch you, I will make then regret, meanwhile I’ll be here watching you dance.” He said folding his arms as you narrowed your eyes and opened your mouth in disbelief.

"You'll regret this." You said pointing your finger in his direction, making him laugh.

"Is that really what I understood? Is the princess threatening me?”

“Wait and see, Jeon Jungkook” You laughed biting your lips. You nodded to him and headed toward the dance floor joining with your cousins. He watched you with curiosity, wondering what you were planning to do. You and the other people on the dance floor danced and some talked, as if they were in a pop nightclub. That's when a song started playing and then you knew you could start doing what you wanted. You wanted to tease your boyfriend and make him regret not going dancing with you. You understand the fact that he didn’t like to dance, but you always felt needy in that part of the relationship. You loved dancing and wanted him to dance with you.

"Your boyfriend has been staring at you since you came here" One of your cousins commented to you. Looking over your shoulder, he was there, his eyebrows arched, one arm lying on the table, the other propped up as his hand was on his chin. He was staring at you blatantly like he used to at school. He wanted to read you. “He does not even look at another woman. Now that's a faithful boyfriend. I wanted to have one of these.”

“Limited edition” You laughed, the second chorus of the song began and you started to roll in the rhythm of the music, throwing your hands up as you descended to the ground. You turned to him and began to sing with the music, hinting, running his hands over your body.

“And oh, baby, let’s make, reality, actuality, a reality. And oh, baby, let’s make, reality, actuality, a reality.” And you rocked your hips again, tossing your hair to the side and hinting more and more to him that left the hand that was on his chin fall on the table. He let his head drop a little forward, seeing how sexy you were, biting his lips and giving you that look he had when he wanted to throw you on the bed and fuck you until neither of you had more strength.

The next two songs, you did the same. You danced sensuously to him as he wanted you more and more, which also attracted the attention of other men who were there. The next song had a more electronic beat, but that did not stop you from making Jungkook want to be alone with you at that moment. It was when he decided that he had stood too long, while the other men were looking at his girl, he stood up and walked towards you as you danced with your back to him. He held your waist and fit your hips, making you laugh when you felt he was hard.

“I thought you didn’t want to dance.” You said.

“And I still do not want to, but nothing prevents me from being here with you. These shits have to see that you have owner.” He said in your ear, "Just be careful not to rub me too hard. Or I drag you to my car and fuck you there.”

"That's not a bad idea." You say you rubbing your butt on his dick, making him moan and squeeze his fingers around your waist as a warning.

“Don’t play with me, baby, you know I get so fucking horny when you rub your ass on me. And you know when I go crazy, I don’t control myself.” You turned to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and running your fingernails around the back of his neck, causing him to tighten his lips and close his eyes.

"I love you, you know that?" You said and he opened his eyes, lowering his gaze to see you. You laid your head on his chest, and he hugged your waist, pulling you close as slow music began to play. You remembered the conversation you had at dawn with Hoseok. Maybe you should bring it up now, when the two of you were calm and together. “Hoseok told me about the work you're going to do.” You whispered, so no one else could hear. His shoulders tensed at the same moment and his hands tightened around your waist. He kept silent, lowering his face and snuggling in your hair. Seeing that he would not say anything, you continued. "I agreed to participate."

Jungkook lifted his head and pulled you away, frowning at you, analyzing you, his skepticism not letting him believe that you really intended to say that, but after a few seconds of looking into his eyes, he saw that you really spoke the truth and pulled you to him, so you could continue dancing.

"We'll talk about this later, baby." He whispered, laying your head on his chest, caressing your hair. You closed your eyes and snuggled into his chest, stroking his neck with your fingers.

She accepted, that means she's accepting me for real. He thought as he rocked the your body slowly to the sides as the music played. At least these people have good taste for some songs. How much longer does she want me to be among these people? He thought again, but then sighed and began to hum the music, just to see if time passed faster.

“I don't want to miss one smile, I don't want to miss one kiss, I just want to be with you, Right here with you, just like this, I just want to hold you close, Feel your heart, so close to mine, And just stay here in this moment, For all the rest of time...” You smiled with closed eyes as you heard him hum. You loved hearing him sing. Jungkook had a wonderful voice, was angelic. Listening to him singing always calmed you, relaxed you, made you feel in the clouds, in paradise. He was your paradise. He was your hell. He was the one who would save you and break you, but you honestly didn’t care, if he were with you, you could do everything, be everything, because he was your everything. “Don't want to close my eyes, I don't want to fall asleep, 'Cause I'd miss you baby, And I don't want to miss a thing, 'Cause even when I dream of you, The sweetest dream will never do, I'd still miss you baby, And I don't want to miss a thing...” His voice made all your problems, doubts and insecurities disappear. Moments like this showed you that you would pass over barriers, over fights and disagreements, over problems, because they had each other. You were so fucking in love with him that you were scared. You were afraid of what all this love could do to you, but you just could not think of living without it, so you were willing to do everything. For him.

A few minutes later, his caresses in your hair, ended up making you yawn against his chest.

"You're sleepy. We did not sleep last night." You nodded, rubbing your face against his chest. "Do you want to leave?"

"Yes, but I need to go to the bathroom first. Can you take me there?" He nodded, resting his hand on your back, leading you through the crowd to a door behind the makeshift stage. There you entered a hallway that had two doors, one for the men's room and the other to the ladies room. “I will not be long.” You said giving him a peck. You entered the bathroom, but as you approached the sinks, the floor was damp which caused the high heel to slip, and you fell on your butt to the floor, letting out a loud groan of pain.

Two seconds later Jungkook was inside.

"Baby, you all right?" He asked, helping you up.

"I slipped." You laughed in pain. "Oh, my ass hurts."

"Where?" He asked, groping your ass, making you slap him in his hand. “What? Massage helps.”

“Of course, and you did not feel any desire to take advantage of that to get my ass!” She said sarcastically, turning to the mirror as he laughed.

"I do not need to take advantage of these things. Your ass is mine and I'll get it when I want." He slapped your ass, making you scream.

“Jeon Jungkook!” She scolded him in the mirror and he laughed again, hugging you from behind. He pulled your hair to the side, uncovering the back of you neck and began to kiss it. His hands moved up and down your waist as he stared into the mirror, watching you close your eyes and bite your lips.

“I could eat you here and now, facing this mirror, just to see your eyes turn when I made you cum on that high heel.” He slipped his hand under your dress, stroking it over your panties, putting pressure on the fingers. Jeon laughed as he heard your loud moan echo through the bathroom. “Careful, my dear, or everyone will find out the little slut you are.” He whispered in your ear, making you curl in his hand as you brushed against the volume on Jungkook’s pants. “I should have known you'd like that, after all you love to moan loudly when you're being fucked. Would you like to baby, to make your relatives hear you being fucked from behind by my dick?” You just shook your head, nodding, groaning again. Your fingers tightened on the edge of the sink as you felt the pleasure coming down your legs, making you tremble over the high heels.

"But what the fuck is going on here?" Your father's voice caught the attention of you, making Jungkook roll his eyes and take his hand off your panties. As you looked at the door, he was there, furious, and half drunk too. You felt your face turn red as Jeon leaned against the sink beside you, crossing his arms. “What are you doing here, you bastard?”

“What looks like I'm doing here?” He asked without moving or changing his expression that it was pure neutrality, as if Michael's existence did not make a difference to him. And it really did not make any difference. You threw a discredited look at him, making him blink shamelessly for you.

"Your mother is waiting for you." You snorted and so followed out of the bathroom, just like your boyfriend. As you left the hallway, you saw your mother next to your grandparents talking near the dance floor. “You will not believe where I found them both.” Your father shouted making not only your mother and grandparents, but everyone there look to him. “They were in the bathroom.”

“So? They can not go to the bathroom anymore?” Your grandmother asked, making you laugh.

"Yes, but not in the same bathroom, they were about to have sex"

"You and Mom should do that too, you know, to see if you stop picking on my foot for no reason.” You turned to him and spoke irritably, making your father's eyes widen in surprise and his face red with anger.

"Watch your mouth, (YN)." He muttered, taking a step toward you, making Jungkook automatically enter into defense mode, and take a step to your side, sticking to you, getting between you and your father. “We're still your parents and you owe us respect.”

“They're teenagers, Michael. This is normal. In your time, you and my daughter did this too, even though I did not want to.” Christine said.

"It was different, Christine.” He snapped.

“Actually, it was not. Leave the two alone, let them live.”

“She is my daughter, I do not need you to tell me how I should create her.”

“For God's sake, who gave him a drink?” You asked, rolling your eyes. "Let's go, Jungkook, I do not have the patience for this now..."

“You’re not going with him ... " Your father shouted, advancing on top of both of you, visibly altered, and in a rough motion tried to grab your wrist. At the same moment, Jeon's eyes darkened as he pulled you out of the way, behind him, and grabbed Michael's arm, pushing him away from you, positioning himself between you, like a barrier.

"Hey, watch out." Jungkook growled. "She's leaving."

“She's not going with you, she's my daughter ...” Michael took a step forward trying to intimidate the boy, but barely he knew the king of intimidation was Jungkook.

"She doesn’t want to stay." The boy took a step forward. He might be younger, but his presence there was certainly more threatening. Tight shoulders, stiff muscles, and clenched hands meant he was ready to fight if he had to, and you knew well the end of the fights Jungkook entered. Someone was going to stop at the hospital and it was not your boyfriend. "So she will not stay." He said stressing the no. The atmosphere was really tense there, the music had stopped and the people who had previously talked and whispered were now silent and quiet, just watching and waiting to know what would happen there. You held Jungkook's hand, after he and your father stared at each other for long seconds. You pulled him away. Jungkook took a few steps back, still staring at Michael, but then he turned and followed you toward the exit.

“Enjoy it, because we will not wait until graduation to send you to Australia.” Your father shouted angrily as the two walked toward the exit. “You're going to get on the line, (Y/N). You will have to end up with this marginal one way or another...”

"I'm not going to break up with him." You turned at once, releasing Jungkook's hand and screaming furiously, loud enough for your voice to echo all over the place. Your face was red and your breathing was heavy at a time because you had forced your lungs so hard with that scream. Everyone was scared, except Jungkook who had a gigantic and brazen smile on his face. Your parents were startled by your reaction, and they had nothing to do to react to it. "And I certainly will not go to Australia," You continued, but in a lower voice. “So I want you to think very well about what you are doing now, because the moment I step out of that house, I will not come back.” Then you turned and strode out of the room, followed by Jungkook, who put his arm over your shoulder, comforting you as you made your way to the car.

As you sat in the passenger seat, you burst into tears. Jungkook pulled the car out of the parking lot and started driving somewhere, sometimes he would hold the gait and sometimes he would massage your thigh, trying to give you some comfort, until he stopped the car in a street and pulled you into his lap, hugging you.

“I'm so tired of it. I just wanted them to take it and stop it, I do not want to spend the rest of my life fighting with them.”

“"They'll have to accept it one way or another, baby. Calm down." He said, wiping away the tears that fell from his eyes. How could someone with sociopathy be that way, so loving and caring?

"I don’t want to calm down, I want ... I want ..." You paused, taking a deep breath, leaving Jeon curious about what you would say. You turned to him, watching him frown, hoping you'd finish what you were going to say. “I want to move in with you. I do not wanna wait another day. I need to show them that I'll be fine with you ...” And stopped talking as soon as you saw that he had no reaction other than to stare at you. "I mean ... If I can go live with you ... I… can I?"

He snorted with a laugh afterwards.

"Is this the stupid question-and-answer weekend? But of course, you can (Y/N). I just want to make sure you're making the right decision. I don’t want you to make that decision hot head and tomorrow tell me you don’t want to be with me anymore.”

"That will not happen, that's what I want." You said, and again there was no hesitation in your words or look. Jungkook nodded, then smiled, stroking your cheek.

"So that's what we'll do."

"Can we get my things now?" He nodded, turning the key in the ignition, making the engine snore.

“What are you doing?” Your mother asked as soon as she got to your room and saw you putting clothes into a suitcase. Looking up at her, she was wide-eyed, staring at her suitcase on the bed, almost stuffed with her clothes. “Are you leaving home?”

"Yes," you said simply as you continued to organize your clothes.

"Honey, please, think about what you're doing ..."

"I thought, Mother. I honestly thought.” You turned to her that was almost in shock. “I've thought a lot about everything, and that's what I want. It may seem like I'm being reckless and maybe I am, but you once told me to always do what I think is right for me, and that’s what I think is right for me. I love him.”

“You're young, (Y/N). You have years to go, you will meet many men in college, eventually you will fall in love with another and you will see that what you feel for him is nothing more than an attraction. And then you will not want to have to deal with it up front ...”

“Jess told me something like that, but just as you may think it's just an attraction, I can be sure it's love, Mom, and I'll never be able to love anyone as I love him.”

“You're 17, (Y/N). A month ago you could not even decide if you wanted to do Physics or History in college, so how can you be so sure that you love him so much?”

“Because of this, Mom!” You said pointing around. "I would not do all this if I was not sure what I want and I ... I would not be with him if I did not really love him.” You spoke thinking about what you had found out about him. If I am still with him, even after knowing that, or I have no love for my life, or I am hopelessly in love with him. Or both ... She thought. “I know you want to protect me, I know you love me and only want the best for me, but I do not think there is anyone in the world who go treat me as well as he treats me. So I do not mind not having perks, or study at a college public. I feel that as long as he's with me, everything will be fine and I'll be happy.”

“Honey...”

"What the fuck is going on here?" Your father yelled as soon as he entered the room and saw the clothes in your suitcase. He was furious. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

“Dad...”

“Put those clothes back in the closet now, (Y/N). I’ve had enough, you've gone too far because of this junkie, and I will not let you destroy the future that me and your mother planned for you, just because of a crush on a pothead.” He shouted without letting you speak.

"I'm not putting the clothes back on." You said closing the suitcase.

"You do not choose what you do.” He exploded punching the door, causing you and your mother to jump. "You're a minor, and do as I say. End.”

You took a deep breath and took the bag on the bed.

“Goodbye." You said walking toward the door, but as soon as you went past your father, he grabbed your wrist, pulling brutishly and slapped you in the face, making you scream with fright and pain, and fall into the ground because of the force.

"Michael!" Your mother shouted in rebuke, kneeling beside you who had your hand on your face, over which burned. The surprise was stronger than the pain, so you looked at your father with wide eyes, disbelieving that it had happened. You could hear loud stepped on the stairs coming and approaching the hall .. Once Jungkook stopped at the door and laid eyes on you that was on the floor with your hand covering your cheek, his body was filled with rage and his eyes darkened, and the sadistic look took over his face.

“Did you slap her? Are you fucking crazy?”  He yelled moving up from his father and pushing hard behind, making him stagger and almost fall. "What do you think gives you the right to hurt her?" He shouted, clutching at Michael's shirt and pulling him close, making him look at his empty black eyes.

“She is my daughter.” Your father said pushing Jeon away.

"That does not give you the fucking right to hurt her."  He shouted angrily, striking a blow against Michael's jaw that staggered back.

"Jungkook, I'm fine." You said getting up and grabbing her boyfriend's arm, trying to calm him down. But as soon as he turned and saw the blood flowing from the cut of your cheek, staining your skin, the rage inside his body began to bubble and he threatened to move forward again against the man, but you held him tightly. “Please, Jungkook.” You whimpered, not from the pain of the slap, not from your father hitting you, but from knowing what Jungkook could do if you let him do it. You loved him, and you would trust your life to him, but the dark part of his life scared you. “Please, let's go.” You begged, coming in front of him and laying his hands on his chest, so that he would stop trying to move forward.

He then turned, grabbing your wrist, picking up the suitcase on the floor and leading them out of the room. Down the stairs quickly, up to the Dodge.

You cried silently, making no noise, just letting the tears fall from your eyes. You got into the car and curled up on the bank, and so Jungkook accelerated, going far away. A new life began here, at least that's what you thought. You were 17 and you had just left your parents' house. Even if you were going to live with your boyfriend and your best friend, it would still be an adventure for you. You would miss your parents, that was obvious, but it was better this way.

“She's awake?” Hoseok asked as soon as Jungkook appeared in the kitchen. It was almost nine in the morning and he had decided you would not have to go to school that day. What you needed least at the moment was those stupid students at that school.

"No, I turned off the alarm, she needs to rest. And anyway, she's already passed the final exams, no need to frequent that crap anymore.” He was still annoyed at what had happened last night. "I can’t believe that son of a bitch dared to hit her."

“What did you do?” The other boy asked as he sipped his beer, sitting in a chair with his feet on the kitchen table.

“I punched him, but only because she was there. On the contrary, I would have made him choke on his own hand. But I can not do these things, not in front of her, at least.”

“Would you do that to her father?” Hoseok asked, frowning at the coldness of his friend, who shot him a deadly look, showing that he was really serious about what he would have done if you had not been there. Hoseok knew Jungkook well and was well aware of what he could do when he was out of control, overcome by anger, but still surprised by his friend's coldness. Not that it was different with him, Hoseok also had his side taken by the darkness, he was just better at hiding it than his friend. And that's exactly why the two ended up becoming such mates. “That's what I thought.”  He laughed.

“What part of 'I would do anything for her', you still do not understand Hoseok? What did I do with David yesterday was not enough to understand that I'm going to end up with anyone who gets in our way or threatens her security? I do not care if it's her father, mother, her friends, I'm going to torture and possibly kill anyone who dares to raise a finger against her.”

Hoseok just nodded his head in understanding. He was not going to discuss it with him, and honestly he was not interested in any discussion right now.

"The rumors of what you've done to David are already rolling all over the dark part of town, no one who is sane will dare to do anything against her. Do not worry bro.”

"I'm not worried." Jeon laughed derisively. "She told me that you told her about the job."

“She's happy to help.”

"What did you tell her, Hoseok? I do not think you told the truth. Or she'd be freaked out.”

“I didn't say anything about what we're going to do. I just said she's going to be our chauffeur. I didn't tell her about the guns or the plans. And I've already talked to the guys and made it clear that she doesn't know about the violence, just about the drugs.” He said he was taking another sip of his beer. “And I told her about the Sociopathy.”

“Well, if she's still with me, that means it doesn't really matter to her.”

“But you know, she's smart, she's going to find out you're very good at taking answers from others using a crowbar. And that you’s in charge of killing anyone who gets in the way of Century.”

“Yes, but until then we'll be married and she will not be able to get away from me.”

"Is the meeting still up tonight?"

“Yeah, tell them I'm going to take Kate, tell them to be discreet, I do not want to have to scold at any of them if they let anything slip out of those mouths.”

“All right”

“Jungkook.” Your voice called from the top of the stairs. They heard your footsteps and soon after you were entering the kitchen, wearing only a tank top and your panties. Puffy eyes and messy hair. You jumped to see Hoseok there, but returned the smile he gave you. Your cheeks flushed as you realized that you were not wearing shorts, so you glanced at Jungkook, apologizing to him silently for being that way in front of his friend. “I’m sorry…”

“It's okay, I know you had no intention, I trust you and I trust Hoseok.” With trust, he meant that he knew well that Hoseok would not even dream of having malicious thoughts of you, or Jungkook would rip his head off, literally.

“Why did not you wake me up? We had class.”

“I'm giving you the day off today.” He said pulling her close and giving him a kiss on the forehead. "What do you want for breakfast? You can ask for anything you want.”

"You don’t have to pamper me, I'm fine.”  She said giving him a smile. “I just need to get used to it. Can I put my clothes in the closet?”

“Of course yes. Do not you want to take a shower first?” He asked as he followed you out of the kitchen. Hoseok shook his head and took another sip of his beer.

"But she's hot!" He said softly, laughing shortly after.

Jeon parked the car in front of the house where you would meet the rest of your partners. It was a house in a secluded place, where each house was every 20 meters away from each other, and that house was twice the size of Jungkook's house, it should be because four people lived there. As soon as you left the car, you followed your boyfriend to the porch of the house, where he did not even ring the doorbell, but opened the door and entered.

The entrance hall was large. In front of the door was a staircase that led to the second floor. On the left side there was a door, on the right side another, and beside the stairs, there was another, both closed.

"Where did they get in?" Jungkook asked as he headed for the stairs. "Where are you, motherfuckers?" He shouted at the foot of the stairs, and the door on the left side opened. From there came a tall man, as tall as Jungkook, he had black hair and wore an apron around his neck. His eyes were wide and he carried a wooden spoon in his hand.

"Why are you yelling, brat?" That man said snorting shortly after. "You chose a bad boyfriend, my brother has no manners.” He said looking at you who opened your mouth in surprise. Were they brothers? Jungkook had never said that he had brothers.

"I'm good in bed, that's why we're together." Jungkook laughed, returning to his side as the boy approached you.

“He's an ogre.” The man said. “I 'm Seokjin. But everyone here calls me Jin. I'm the brother of this brat. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.”

"I say the same, but I did not even know of your existence, why did you never tell me you had a brother?" She asked turning to Jungkook and slapping his arm.

"It was not important." He shrugged, causing you to narrow your eyes at him. “Where are the others?”

"They're upstairs, Hoseok came in early and told that you would come and bring your girlfriend, so since no woman comes here other than prostitutes and Taehyung's mother, they've decided to try to make a good impression.”

"Not even gold-plated would they make a good impression." Jungkook laughed sarcastically.

"I'm finishing dinner, if you want to go upstairs, I'll call you when it's ready."

"You don’t want help?" You asked him and he smiled at you

“No, I'm almost finished. Make yourself at home, this house is now yours too.” And so he turned his back from where it came from, which should now be the kitchen.

“What did he mean with this?” You asked Jungkook.

"He meant you're family."

“Oh, you're home.” A voice came from the stairs, as he looked, a blond-haired boy was coming down, and as he looked at you, he smiled and ran toward you. "Are you my new sister? Wah, you're beautiful.” And so he hugged you tightly. "Come on, Namjoon wants to meet you.” He started to pull her up the stairs.

“Hey, the girl is mine, Taehyung.” Jungkook yelled after you as you ran to a door at the end of the hall. As soon as Taehyung opened the door and pulled you inside, you widened your eyes at the scene you were witnessing. Yoongi was sitting in an armchair, was actually lying down, with a cell phone in his hand, wearing only pants, leaving his abdomen to show. Another boy, Namjoon, was just the same, standing in front of the mirror, making poses that exposed his muscles, with nothing covering his defined abdomen. But what shocked you most was to see Hoseok standing in front of a closet wearing only a pair of black underwear. You had to admit, his back was beautiful. The two boys froze and widened their eyes as soon as they saw you next to Taehyung, but Jung just continued what he was doing without realizing that you was there.

“What do you think? Should I wear a different color today or continue with black?” Hoseok asked turning to his friends while holding a white T-shirt in his hands, but as soon as his eyes hit the you, he dropped it on the ground, widening his eyes.

“But what the fuck ...?” Jungkook said as he entered the room behind the girl. "Have they started like this?"

"She's your girlfriend, Jungkook. It is like a man for us.” Namjoon said walking to the bed and grabbing a black shirt.

“Not for me.” Taehyung said causing everyone to look at him as he pulled you into a hug. "She's my little sister now.” So cute.

“I'm Namjoon.” The boy who was looking in the mirror, the taller, said. “Welcome to the family.”

"Thank you ... And ah, Hoseok, why do not you wear black pants and a white blouse? It will be beautiful.” You smiled at him and smiled back. "You should walk around the house like this, I would love it.” You said to Jungkook who laughed as he pulled you out of the room.

"Just tell me you want me to walk naked so you can fall on your knees whenever you want." He said slapping you on the butt as you headed toward the stairs.

After dinner, they gathered in a room for the boys to go over their plans. They tried to keep as much of the plan as possible out of your mind, all you needed to know was that you would drive to them. Wait for them a few meters ahead of the place and as soon as they left, you would turn on the engine and get them out of there as if you had been running from the police. They would go for a party to have an alibi if someone were able to find out what they did. You was quiet, just heard and started an internal war wondering if you really would do that. Jungkook noticed that you was silent and as soon as you left the house and got in the car to leave, before turning on the engine, he turned to you and asked if everything was okay.

"I don’t know, I'm just trying to understand how you guys say this is not a robbery, even though it's a robbery."   "It's not a robbery, (Y/N). That merchandise is ours, they have not paid so we have the right to take it back.”

“So why do you need me for a "possible escape"?”

“Because we need it, honey. But I swear, it's not a robbery.” He said holding her face, making her look at him. “Do not trust me?”

“With my life.”

“What the..." You practically threw yourself against the window glass as you saw where Jungkook was leading you after so much suspense along the way. It was an open area, a few miles from the entrance to the city. It was lit with lights on the floor and car headlights. You stared at the girls in shorts who danced the various songs with explicit content, the neon cars, the variety of vehicles and the amount of people who were there, one Thursday night. Jungkook thought it would be good for you to go to a rift to understand that they would need you to run like that in the next day, as if you were on a run. The boys were in the back car with Hoseok, bored, already used to it. Meanwhile, you just watched the whole mess thinking what the fuck they were doing there.

Jungkook parked the car followed by Hoseok and everyone looked at them. They were very well known there, Hoseok loved to run and the boys were always with him in the car. Jeon motioned for you to follow him as he got out of the car, and even hesitantly you did. You got out of the car and went to him who smiled and grabbed your hand. The people there seemed to be from all the tribes, not just people from your boyfriend's gang, and even though you knew nothing would happen to you while you was with him, you still felt insecure despite feeling an adrenaline pang in your body for being there, in a place where illegal activity would happen.

As soon as they had gathered together, all those who were there laid eyes on them, but especially on you. There they had heard of Jungkook's famous girl, but they had never seen her. And all that attention, made your cheeks burn and you grabbed Jungkook’s arm who raised an eyebrow at you and then looked sideways, seeing people staring. A lot of girls started whispering about you, while some guys dared to look you up and down, but as soon as one of the boys or Jungkook looked at them with bad expressions, they looked away and bowed their heads

They began to walk toward a mounted tent, which was probably the reception. They stopped when a group of men, 5, stopped on their fronts facing everyone. They were the Wolves, a rival gang with less success content than the Century.

“Hey, Century!” One of them said laughing and stepping forward, making Jungkook roll his eyes and stare at him with complete disinterest. That was Evans, technically the leader of that group. "I did not think you were coming here today..." Jeon ignored him and walked again, the boys doing the same, pushing the men in front of them away, clearing the way.

“How hot huh ..." One of them said turning to the you who looked at him in disgust. That comment hit your boyfriend's nerve completely, making him let go of your hand, and shove you to the side of Taehyung who hugged you by the shoulders and began to pull you away from there in order to distract you while his friends dealt with the situation. Jungkook turned around inches from the face of the man who had spoken. Everyone around stopped what they were doing to look at the situation as Jeon's friends stood threateningly in a line behind the leader.

“You have something to talk about my girl?” He asked, staring at the man in the eye. This was always his first weapon, the darkness that intimidated all who dared to defy him.

“Maybe ..." He opened his mouth beginning to speak, but then he saw the boys behind Jungkook's arms, each one pulling a gleaming silver knife out of the inside pocket of his jackets.

“Hey, we do not need that.” Evans entered between Jungkook and the other boy, placing a hand on each other's chest, separating them. While the boy was behind, Jeon did not leave the place and just lowered his eyes a little, looking at the hand that was on his chest and then returned to look at Evans with a frown and eyes slightly wide, in a silent warning so that he would withdraw and take his hands off him. “He's new, does not know the rules yet.” Evans said walking away, taking his hand from Jeon's chest that laughed sarcastically as his friends kept their knives. "Peter!" He called out to the man who had almost got into a fight with Jungkook within seconds. – “You remember what I told you about that guy David, who was beaten almost to death for having gotten in where he should not?”

“Yes, why?”

"It was Mr. Jeon here, who did it." Evans said pointing to Jungkook, who was looking at the boy with a satisfied smile on his face as he watched his eyes widen and the color of his face disappear. "David hit upon the girl of the leader of the Century. So I think you better apologize to him before you end up like that guy.”

“I'm sorry, I did not know ...”

“That's pathetic." Hoseok said now at Jungkook's side, arms folded looking with disgust at the five men in front of him who now looked like frightened puppies. “Now I understand why you are a gang of shit. Apologizing, afraid of torture and death. Go back to Mommy, you cry baby. This is no place for fearful children.” Jeon laughed and turned away, walking away from the group after they managed to take the rest of dignity that the Wolves had.

You were with Taehyung, he had taken you to a part of the land where the cars were available for the race that the event organizer himself lent to the newcomers who wanted to run, but who did not have a car of their own. Roger Sykes was the man's name behind all that. He was a bored 25 year old boy who had inherited millions of his parents and who was a partner of several companies in the country, which gave him time and money to do whatever he wanted. Those rallies happened every month, as he owned that large 10-block-wide area, the run around that perimeter was free, but most runners liked to venture down the highway, and as soon as they left that property, they were on their own and risk, and if they were caught by the police, would have to pay the seized car to him. He was a close friend and client of the Jungkook gang, so they had a free pass there to do whatever they wanted.

“I can’t believe." You exclaimed loudly as you set your eyes on a white car that was facing them, between a red-wine Ford Mustang and a lemon-green Aston Martin. Taehyung frowned at her enthusiasm and looked where she was going. The girl approached the car by the side of the door and glanced inside the vehicle, marveling at what she was seeing. “Oh my God! I can not believe what my eyes are seeing right now." You said putting your hands in your mouth, your eyes filling with water. Taehyung's eyes widened and he walked toward you, not understanding what made your eyes tear.

“Are you crying?” He asked grabbing your wrists and removing your hands from your face, seeing the tip of your nose reddening.

“Why is she crying?” Jungkook's voice frightened the boy who jumped and turned to his friend, wide-eyed, unsure how to explain the situation.

“Do you have any idea which car this is?” She asked, passing by Taehyung approaching Jungkook, who raised his eyebrows and glanced at the car she was pointing at.

“Yes, it's a Nissan Skyline ...”

"It's not just a Nissan Skyline, Jungkook.” You said scowling, as he'd offended her with that remark. Everyone looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what you were talking about. “This is a GT-R R Tune. It is one of only 30 units produced by Nissan. It is a more powerful version of the Nür Nismo V Spec II. With 2.6 cylinder engine, bi-turbo, 24-valve dual-valve engine capable of generating 456 horsepower. This car is my childhood dream.” You said making the boys look at you, blinking, frowning, with open mouths putting their neurons to their fullest, almost fuming out of their heads trying to understand how you knew all this.

“How do you know all this?” Namjoon asked looking horrified. You just shrugged and looked back into the car.

“I memorized. The last time I saw one of these was in the ad of an online dealership that was selling it for almost four hundred thousand dollars. This car is a work of art, it should be in a museum, not here.”

"Do you like cars then?" A voice you did not know spoke, making you jump and look behind the boys, seeing a man in wide pants, Nike sneakers, and a blue blouse coming up. "Jungkook, you chose a smart girlfriend." He said as he greeted the boys.

“But of course I do.” Jeon boasted, pulling you by the hand and hugging you by the shoulders.

“Actually I do not know much about cars, only about that in specific.” You smiled.

"If you liked it so much, why do not you use him at the next race?" He asked you. who  blink a few times and nod your head.

“Oh no, I could not, I've never run in those places and I do not have a driver's license ...”

“No problem. You're with Century, so you have a free pass here.” He said, and that for some reason ignited a spark of doubt in your body, really wanting to accept that offer. “Boys, why do not you take her to the Starting Line and show her a little more of the place so she can make a decision on my proposal while I talk to Jeon and Jung?” The three boys looked at Jungkook and received a confirmation wave from him. Soon after they were pulling you with them, asking you questions about what were the other things about you that they did not know.

“Any problem?”

"Not exactly, but I did not want to speak in front of her, for I do not know how far she knows about you.”

"Almost everything except blood."

"You're a gang. What does she think you do?”

“She knows about drugs, but she does not know how we deal with traitors and targets.” Jeon said. "She does not know the people I killed. One day I'll explain and she'll understand. But for now she stays out of that part of the business.”

"And you do not think it dangerous? Do not you think she could end up betraying your trust?”

"Dangerous is someone telling her what they do not know.” Jungkook growled and stared at him with dark eyes making Roger swallow.

"What did you want to tell us?" Hoseok asked leaning against one of the cars, trying to change the subject.

“I talked to my contacts at Shawn's club! They will let the way clear for you to enter, but if there is confrontation in there, they will have no choice but to fight you.”

“Do not do anything? This means that you do not want to have confrontation?” Roger asked, frowning, the boy just nodded. “Since when you do not like to see blood rolling Jungkook?”

“(Y/N)'s going to be with us. She's going to be the driver. I want to show her what we do, but it has to be slow, she'll freak out if she sees me covered in blood and guts.”

“So because of a woman's skirt you will fail to do the job?”

“Worry about your part of the agreement Roger, that I care about mine. I never fail. And do not refer to (Y/N) that way, unless you want to be a part of the job as well.”

“Okay, I'm sorry ... " The man said raising his hands in surrender, but then frowned. “But wait, she did not say it has no license?”

"I taught her everything I know, she'll handle it.”

"With all due respect, Jeon, but should not Hoseok be teaching her? After all, he's the driver every time."

"That's why we're here today." Hoseok said. "She has to feel a little adrenaline first”

You were standing next to the boys, looking at the three cars standing at the starting line.

"Have you ever done anything like that?"  Yoou asked Namjoon that was closer.

"Run in a race or drive like crazy?"

“Both.”

"Well, we tend to drive fast on the streets, but Hoseok and Jungkook are the only ones who've ever raced. Hoseok is the most involved in things like that, he's the best driver we know, he can drive well even by not looking at the streets.”

“So should not he be driving you on Friday?” You asked confused. Namjoon stared at you for a few seconds, wondering what to answer. He could not just say ‘Hoseok is a great shooter and we also need him if we have to tear someone's brains.’

"Yes, but you are a Century now. You have to get used to our life, to the life of Jungkook if you really want things between you to work out.

"What do you mean?" You asked, frowning. "Why would things between us not work out? What do I have to get used to?”

"Do not worry about it now, okay? You'll understand over time." He smiled at you, patting your shoulder. You bit your lip, but decided to trust your friend and smiled shortly afterwards, nodding his head and looking back down the lane.

It was when the fourth car lined the track, making you breathe so deep that your lungs nearly exploded as you hold your breath at the sound of the engine of the white Skyline in front of you. To surprise you even more, Jungkook was the one driving him. He grinned at you before getting out of the car and keeping the door open, beckoning you to come in.

“Miss!”

"Jungkook, what do you ...?" You started to speak but could not finish the sentence.

"I'm just making sure my girl drives the car of her dreams.”

"I do not ... I can not do that. I never ran and I certainly can not drive this car ... It is a precious, I would not forgive myself if I beat it or ruined it, not to mention that i would not have the money either to pay and ...”

“(Y/N)!’ Hoseok's voice caught your attention, making you look sideways for him, but realizing that he was not around, you ducked a little and looked into the car, seeing him sitting inside on the bench. looking at you with a frown. “Come on in, the race will start.”

“What?”

"Hoseok is one of the best runners here, he's never missed a race. He will help you during the journey.” Jungkook said holding out his hand to her that held it and approached him. “It will be all right, do not worry and have fun.”

You bit your lip before giving him a quick kiss and finally getting in the car, feeling the hairs on your body shiver as you feel the atmosphere inside the vehicle. You gripped the wheel, feeling as if an electric current passed through your body, releasing a grin and laughing as Jungkook leaned in the window, enjoying the smile of the girl he loved. You took a deep breath and shook you head, nodding.

"Alright, let's do this." You said turning to Hoseok who smiled at you and pulled on his seat belt.

"Show 'em who's our girl." Taehyung shouted with his hands up behind Jungkook, making you laugh, and making Jeon stand up and turn to him with his eyebrows raised, not believing what he had just heard. “What?”

“All right, this is it. The path is two kilometers. At the end of those two kilometers, you will have a barrel signaling, the first car to go there and back to the finish line, is the winner. The race lasts only a few minutes, so no need to worry. Treat the car as you would treat your pet he will treat you as the owner of it.” Hoseok said making you shake your head in confusion.

“What does that mean?”

“I have no idea.”

You both laughed and so a girl in mini shorts and a mini top passed in front of the cars, getting between the second and third vehicle, a sign that the race would start in seconds. You took another deep breath, squeezing your hands on the steering wheel, already feeling the adrenaline begin to take over your body as you listened to the beating of your heart as if it were in your head and not in your chest.

"Keep calm." Hoseok said taking your right hand and setting it on the gait. "Do you know how to tear up?"

“Yes, clutch, first gear, release the clutch, accelerate.” You said exactly the same words Jeon had used to teach you to drive. Hoseok nodded and you both paid attention to the girl who was about to start.

“Just do as I say, and we will win, little one.” He said hitting a High Five with you.

You saw the girl raise her arms with the flags in hand, so you heard the roar of the engines of the rival cars, demonstrating that they were determined to win that race. you knew you would not win, but you was willing to try. Then as soon as the girl waved the flag, you stepped on the accelerator and the two were thrown into the seat by the force of the starter and now they were running.

You laughed when you realized that the air had been pulled out of your body and your body shivered again with the adrenaline and euphoria through your veins.

“Switch to second.” Hoseok ordered and so she did. You were in first place, followed by a Chevrolet, a Challenger and a Dodge. By an oversight of yours, the Chevrolet teamed with them. The driver threw the car into yours, making you scream in shock, but Hoseok grabbed your hand on the steering wheel, not letting the car out of the lane. “Third.” He said, and so you shifted to the third gear, slamming your foot on the gas. That car was too fast, faster than the others, and even if you was not experienced, with Hoseok on your side, telling you what to do, it would give you a great chance to win the race. But you were worrying more about having fun than winning. “Don’t let Mustang overtake you.” He said seeing that the car tried to play to the right to surpass them, but you managed to block it. Two kilometers was a small distance to that speed, so soon you were already seeing the barrel.

“Okay, now I need you to trust me.” Jung said as he watched Kate block the mustang trying to overtake them once more.

“It's all right. I trust.“ You said without even hesitating. He smiled involuntarily at the quick response. Hoseok put his hand over the handbrake and held it.

“Switch to fifth gear.” He said it and so you did, not taking your eyes off the street. "When I tell you, you're going to switch to the third gear and turn the steering wheel all the way to your right without taking your foot off the accelerator.”

“What?” You shouted wide-eyed. "We're at two hundred an hour, if I do that, we'll roll over."

“You said you trusted me ... NOW.” He screamed and you did not have time to regret your actions when you obeyed, shifting the gear, stepping on the accelerator and turning the steering wheel at once, listening to the tires ripping the ground as the rear wheels skidded, leaving the right mark of the 180's spin on the ground, and as they stood facing the way back, Hoseok released the parking brake and the girl fixed the steering wheel and the two were thrown back with the starter as they made their way to the finish line. It was not long before you and Hoseok made it to their arrival. The Century was in front of the people and as soon as they saw the Nissan approaching, they began to shout excitedly, seeing that you had managed to win the race.

“See, you sons of bitches? Our newest member is badass like us.” Yoongi shouted sending the middle finger to who was cheering for the other cars.

You looked at Hoseok by your side and giggled patting his arm, not believing what you had done. The two left the car laughing, being greeted by your friends who even picked you up and threw you up, making you scream. When Jungkook stopped in front of you, you kissed him, the adrenaline still taking over your body, the ecstasy, you wanted more, but you wanted Jungkook at that moment, then unconsciously you took one of your hands over the boy's jeans and squeezed his cock making him to laugh in the middle of the kiss.

Before he could say anything, they heard the clatter of tires singing and looking out from where the noise came, saw the Mustang driver coming up to them looking very angry.

"It was cheating, that bitc..." And before he could take another step or continue to speak, Hoseok, who was now behind you, moved toward him, punching him in the chest, another on the chin, and one in the throat, making the man fall to the ground in agony in search of air. It was something so fast that he did not even realize what had happened and was already down.

“Learn to lose your sucker”. Hoseok said as he spit at his feet, listening to people shout in excitement. You then, without waiting, reached into his pocket, grabbing the Dodge key and then grabbing his hand.

“We're going, boys." You yelled at the boys as you pulled Jungkook quickly toward the parking lot.

“Did something happen?” Jeon asked confused as soon as you got in the car and you turned the key in the ignition, reversing and taking the car to the exit of the property, entering the highway, accelerating as if your lives depended on it.

“Yes, it happened.” You said stopping the car once on the side of the road, not far from the city entrance. So you turned off the engine and turned to Jeon as you kicked yours sneakers out of your feet and unbuttoned your own pants. “I’m so fucking horny” You said, causing the boy to laugh and start opening his pants, then pulling it down, stopping them on his knees. He gripped his hard cock and massaged it as he saw you lean your right knee on the bench, pulling the pants off with your panties.

“Looks like somebody's desperate for my dick.” He sneered as the girl climbed on top of him. “You sure you are wet ... Damn.” He groaned as you sat on his lap at once, putting his whole cock inside you.

“I'm always wet for you... It feels so good to have your dick in my pussy, baby.” You moaned as you began to rise and fall on his lap, making him throw his head back and squeeze his eyes as he feels you so wet and tight around his cock. He placed one hand on your hip, the other between the two of you, his fingers trailing up to your clit massaging, watching you roll your eyes and moan his name.

“You're always thinking about my dick, are not you, baby? Always wanting to put it inside you. You always want me to fuck you, right, baby?”

“ Yes, oh fuck Jungkook”

“Do you want me to stretch this little pussy, baby? Do you want me to break you fucking cunt, and make you screm with pleasure while you cum all over my cock?” He said between his teeth, beginning to move his hips toward yours as he brushed your clit, making you grab his shoulders and moan loudly, wanting more. “Do you want this fat big cock deep inside your little tight cunt?”

“Yes baby, please...please”

“Good whore...” He grabbed your hips and helped you move, moving against you, going deep, hard and fast, as he was used to doing, as you liked him to do. You were so excited that you weren’t surprised when you felt the orgasm of hitting, moaning loudly his name.

“Oh god Jungkook”

He kept stocking up, letting out a hoarse groan as he jumped inside her.

“Oh baby ...I'll put you to race more often.” He said and they both laughed, hugging each other.

“I would like that, but next time, you come with me”

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