CAPTURE OF TWO Bts.

CAPTURE OF TWO ── bts.

SUMMARY: things go to shit when you get in an argument with the boys and you go missing after you leave. worst part of it all? you’re pregnant

GENRE: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

NOTE: im a sucker for the whole angst to comfort like… YES feed me!! especially when they’re overprotective even more because mc is pregnant? 🤭 FERAL

EXTRA NOTE: p.s. this is a drabble of my combined beings series (which you can find here) but it can be read as a standalone 🩵

“No, you guys haven’t been paying attention to me at all. It’s like as soon as I became pregnant, that’s all you wanted me for.”

You were currently stressed, your hands rubbing your belly up and down as you eyed the boys in their home office, each of them—except Jin who wasn’t there—starting to get stressed due to your words.

You were hormonal, they knew that. And you were right. They hadn’t been paying attention to you at all. But it wasn’t their fault at all when they were busy with both work, and they were all tired, mentally.

“Y/n, this is not the time for you to be like that,” Yoongi spoke first, a sigh escaping his lips as he eyed his work in front of him. You frowned at hearing the name.

“I get you guys are stressed but—”

“No, you don’t get it,” Taehyung stressed after, eyes slightly glaring at your figure and you rubbed your belly out of comfort, knowing that the piled up work was getting to them. But still, they shouldn’t be taking it out on you. “Look, just… leave us alone.”

“I’m just talking to you guys,” you said with your throat starting to close up due to their obvious aggression and annoyance. “All I want is your guys’ attention. I know with how much you’re dealing with but I’m pregnant. I need to be your top priority, not only me. Your son—”

“Y/n,” a stern voice had you snapping your neck to look at the culprit and your gaze fell once you saw Jimin’s own glare. He never called you by your name. It was always a pet name that varied from his usual; flower or baby. Never your first name. “Leave us alone. We do not have time for other things when our business is being fucking threatened. You cannot be our first priority. In the meantime, stay in your room. Do not bother.”

His words stung. No, his words stabbed you over and over again. You are a sensitive person and have been since the very beginning of your relationship. They took care of you so well so you didn’t have to worry about feeling like a burden. Well, now that changed.

You sighed and your shoulders slumped. “Don’t bother coming for dinner. I’ll be up in the room.”

You shut the door behind you harshly, letting them know, letting all of them know, that their words and actions hurt you.

You sighed and you smiled sadly at your maid who had been waiting outside, the woman watching you with furrowed brows. She was a few years older than you but she took care of you so well and was there for you 24/7 so your pregnancy would be a bit easier. How funny it is that now your pregnancy wasn’t easy because the ones—or one—who got you pregnant weren’t there for you.

“Are you okay?” She asked, touching your arm. You shrugged and blinked away the tears, your own annoyance starting to fuel you. “Here, we should go on our walk.”

“Is it okay if I can go on alone?” Your question caused her to frown unsurely, not knowing if she should agree or not. But, she saw how you fidgeted, hand rubbing your belly. She sighed.

“Be careful, Miss,” she softly said, the two of you walking side by side towards the kitchen so you could go to the backyard. “I’ll give you your snacks in a bit.”

You smiled at her kindness and gave her a side-hug. “Thank you. I’ll come in, though, in half an hour so don’t worry about coming out.”

You walked away as soon as the woman nodded in agreement, a sigh escaping your lips once you found your way to the usual bench Jimin and Jin confessed their feelings to you. You eyed your stomach, fingertips slightly grazing the material covering it.

“Your dads are being jerks right now,” you whispered as if you were sharing a secret with your unborn child. You felt a brief kick and smiled as you took it as confirmation your son agreed. “Don’t get me wrong, I get how hard they work. I mean, they have their company that hides their second job and they’re all in charge of both so it’s stressful but, you’re very hard to carry and make my emotions go everywhere. I just want them to love me like how they loved me in the beginning.”

“And who made you think that way?” You smiled a bit at hearing the familiar voice and turned to look at Jin. He smiled at you and loosened his tie, sitting next to you. “Hi, angel.”

“Hi, Jin,” you hummed in satisfaction as he gave you a kiss, rubbing your belly with such love and adoration. “How was the trip?”

“Fuck work talk,” he waved off before sitting up. “Now, what’s this conversation you were having with our kid?”

You sighed and sadly smiled at him, eyes looking away from his. You shrugged. “I told the guys that… I haven’t felt like I have been their first priority and it’s been hard especially after you left because it feels like they don’t care about me.”

“Ay, jagi,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead. “Is that why you’re out here?” You nodded. “What did they tell you after you talked to them?”

“That I can’t be their first priority and Jimin sent me to my room and told me to stay there so l wouldn’t bother them,” you breathed out as if sharing it out loud pained you. “I get it, like I said. I get I’m not going to be your first—”

“But that’s the thing,” Jin cut you off, a frown etched on his face. “Sorry for cutting you off, but you’re our first priority. Always. Yeah, we work but it doesn’t mean, though, that you don’t first regardless if you’re pregnant and come first and I’m sorry we have made you feel that way.”

You smiled at his words. That’s all the reassurance you’ve been wanting for the past few days. You knew that if he had stayed home, he would’ve scolded the fuck out of the others for ignoring you. Pregnant or not, they chose to have you in their lives and they love you with their entire beings. Now you have a blessing in you and they knew they needed to be there for you even more.

“I love you,” you said, receiving the same words back and more kisses. You looked over your shoulder. “Are you gonna go talk to them?”

He hummed, nodding his head. “Need to scold them for just… throwing you away. It’s not right of them. I know they’re stressed but it’s not good for them to take it out on you.” You nodded along with him and he admired how you looked; so ethereal under the beaming sunset that painted the sky with a variation of colors. How he wished he could stay with you, but he knew he needed to set things straight. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Mhm, okay,” you closed your eyes, his lips coming in contact with your forehead as usual. He spared you one look before walking away, making sure your bodyguards were looking after you.

He walked upstairs, bowing his head towards staff, and barged into the room that had the other 6 in.

“So,” he started, a glare settling on his face as he eyed every single person, “why did I just hear that you guys haven’t been putting Y/n first?”

“We don’t have time for that, Jin,” Jimin groaned out, hands running themselves into his hair, softly pulling on the strands. “Work is—”

“Work can wait,” Jin snapped, hands finding themselves on his hips. “Our fiancé is pregnant. She’s carrying our child. She is carrying a baby that’s turning as big as a watermelon and here you guys are stressing her out. She is your first priority. Your job comes second. Poor her was outside by herself because she felt unwanted and she believes that she isn’t first priority, but she didn’t think you’ll show her she isn’t. Grow up, all of you.”

At the end of his speech, a sudden look of realization replaced their stoic expressions. It was almost as if their rude attitude was done by magic and Jin’s words were the kiss that needed to be given in order to break it. God, he was right. They should’ve had you as their first priority. You are carrying a child you and them had agreed on having since you guys had believed it was time. But no, they made you feel like shit.

“Where is she?” Jimin rushed out, standing up from his chair as he lifted up the sleeves of his dress shirt.

“She was in the garden waiting for you all.”

Jimin and the rest nodded simultaneously almost as if they were puppets. They followed behind one another, almost tripping by the stairs as they ran towards you. Jin followed close behind but he hovered above the group as to give you guys time.

Jimin was the first one to arrive at the garden. His chest was heaving up and down but his gaze ran itself throughout the open place with furrowed brows once he didn’t see you. His eyes ran everywhere through the garden.

“Where is she?” He questioned, turning to look at Jin over his shoulder. The latter man shrugged softly.

“Let me ask her maid…” Jin mumbled and he did so. He turned to look at the woman who was staring at them. “Is Y/n in her room?”

“No,” she shook her head. “She was still in the place you left her at. I didn’t see her come in.”

Panic.

That’s all everyone felt.

They immediately dispersed, making sure to look at you in every room of the house and every open space in the yard.

Hoseok, who was close by the back of the house, eyed the bodies on the floor, those of his guards and yours. He placed two fingers on the side of their necks, checking for a pulse, and he sighed in relief when he felt movement, knowing full well that if they had died you wouldn’t forgive yourself. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket, calling Namjoon. His head swerved side to side, small pants coming out of his mouth as if he had just ran a marathon. He was desperate and he was feeling the desperation seeping through him once he saw blood not so far from his place.

“Did you find her?” Namjoon’s voice was heard.

Hoseok sighed, running a hand through his hair. “The guards are down. Bleeding from their heads and obviously unconscious. There’s blood on the floor and it’s not theirs.”

There was silence and he could hear Namjoon telling the news to the others since he was near them.

“Check to see if her ring is pinging anywhere,” he instructed to a guard, all of the boys now watching their men hurriedly go check if they could find you somewhere on cameras or check your ring’s location.

“Do you think they’ll hurt her?” Hoseok asked, watching some of the guards come get the unconscious ones for urgent care.

“Let’s hope that it’s not as bad and will be an experience like last time,” Namjoon sighed, suggesting towards the time you got kidnapped by someone who hated you but, thankfully, you had been taken care of by your kidnappers since you had given them life advice. They still worked for you after the boys had hired them for taking care of you.

“Hopefully…”

You, on the other hand, were bored and it’s not to be a different type of person after being kidnapped but you really were. You had taken a nap and it seemed as though a rookie gang had taken you away considering that your jewelry was still on. Though, you did get hit in the face and your nose and lip were bleeding. Thankfully, they had enough morals to know not to touch your stomach in any way.

Your eyes were set on your tummy in which your son was in because although you were bored, it didn’t stop the fact you were worried about your baby.

“She hasn’t said anything,” you heard someone mumble and you breathed in through your nose, wincing at feeling the weird sensation of dry blood on your face. “Did we kill her?”

“No, idiot, she’s just still.”

“Look, I don’t know who you are,” you started, “but let me go. You don’t want to finish what you started and that’s kidnapping me.” The two frowned at your words. “Just because you have me doesn’t mean Bangtan is going to give you whatever you want. They’re going to find you.”

“That sounds very ominous…” One of them mumbled as if you wouldn’t be able to hear. You quietly groaned, shaking your head.

“Look, you guys are young,” you pointed out, noticing their features under the white light, “and you probably think you’re all that because hey, you just kidnapped Bangtan’s wife, respect. But no. They will turn your bones into dust and somehow pass it off as drugs so please, let me go for your sake.”

“Um, should we call the boss in?” They questioned each other and you mentally facepalmed. “We should call him in.”

“I agree.”

You watched them leave and you rolled your eyes, glancing at your stomach. “I’m gonna curse, and mom’s sorry, but they’re stupid as fuck.”

A kick was given to you and you hummed, fully knowing that he was agreeing with you. You waited and waited and it took a bit longer for two guys to get the man in charge.

“You know,” the man strides forward towards you and you looked away. Though, you couldn’t do much as he grabbed your chin and made you look at him. He inspected your face and the pad of his thumb wiped away the blood from your lip. You winced, “it’s very rude to call my men stupid.”

“You forgot ‘as fuck’,” you pointed out and he snorted, dropping your head.

“Here I thought you were going to be so nice just like how everyone talked about,” he commented and you glared at him, eyes burning holes through his head. You immediately jerked away as his hand grabbed your stomach. “I’m guessing the sudden change of attitude has to do with this one here, huh?”

“Leave my stomach alone, you ass,” you spat out and he snickered, backing away with his hands up on the air.

“No need to be so uptight.”

“You’re literally talking to a fucking pregnant woman,” you pointed, gesturing to your stomach with your head. “My feet are aching, my ankles are swollen, and my back fucking hurts. I don’t have time to be nice to someone who literally kidnapped me from my home.”

“You know,” he dismissed your words, “I wonder whose baby this is because, I mean, you sleep with 7 men!” His exclamation caused some of his men near to laugh even though it wasn’t humorous. “Is it Namjoon’s?” He saw your calm composure. “Seokjin’s?” Nothing. “Yoongi’s?”

“Just so you know,” you started, “I don’t even know whose it is. We didn’t care about that just as long as our baby is safe.”

“Is it a girl?” The man immediately asked, a small smile on his face as he hoped to know. Everyone in their type of business wanted to know because, after all, the boys business would be given to their next of kin. “Or is it a boy?”

No reaction.

And safe to say, the man was impressed. Whether you were taught or shown not to show emotion, he didn’t care, he was just impressed. You didn’t showcase any type of reaction that would alert him of the right answer.

“I’m just going to tell you,” you sighed, tilting your head to the side to look at the man, “you’re going to die. You know why?”

“Enlighten me.”

“Your stupid men,” you began, a sarcastic smile forming on your lips as you were beyond irritated, “forgot to get rid of my jewelry. You know why the jewelry is important?” No answer. “Well, because, it has a tracker on it so I’ve been missing for an hour or two, I’ll estimate their arrival in a minute or so.”

The man’s eyes quickly widened at the revelation of the jewelry. He growled angrily, grabbing the men that were with you in the beginning and made them kneel.

“You stupid fucks!” He exclaimed angrily. “I’ve taught you so many fucking times to get rid of jewelry, anything. I’ve been teaching you this.”

“We forgot!” One of them yelled. “It wasn’t relevant in the moment. Look, look, when they come, just point the gun at her and their baby. Use them as leverage!”

“You better not,” you squinted your eyes at them before wincing once the one in charge slapped you to shut you up. You groaned a bit and frowned. “That was so unnecessary.”

“Why couldn’t we kidnap one of the boys?”

“Because they would kill you before you could even touch them,” you pointed out as if it was the most obvious thing.

“She has a mouth on her,” the man who slapped you sighed, pinching the skin of his forehead while his other hand was placed on his hip. He was pacing at this point, glancing to your jewelry once in a while by going behind you. “Fuck, tell all of our men to—”

All four of you jumped at hearing gunshots and yells. It was comical seeing the way their postures changed, but you knew to patiently wait so you just pursed your lips, watching them run around to get their guns.

“I told you,” you breathed out, staying in place. You felt the rope binding your lips slightly digging and burning into the skin of your wrists, and you looked at the door. “Can I be let go now?”

“Do not let her go.”

Yeah, they were dead.

You sat, fidgeting in your seat as your butt started to hurt. You don’t know how long you’ve been there, but it was enough to make your butt hurt and your shoulders ache from having your arms behind your back.

“Do not come inside!” The man not in charge yelled and they quieted down once they heard silence. They’re just hoping that they’re on the other side listening, knowing what’s best for them.

“And why should we?” They heard a voice and you shivered as you came to listen to Namjoon’s stoic tone. He was always so scary when he was serious.

You heard a clicking sound and saw a gun placing itself on your stomach. You gulped nervously.

“We currently have a gun placed where your child is in,” the man in charge taunted as if his hands weren’t shaking.

Namjoon could simply let out a dark chuckle before he opened the door, his eyes immediately finding your own scared ones. He saw how you were holding yourself, hiding away any emotion that would give your captors satisfaction in creating. You were bleeding from your nose and lip, and he, along with Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok, glared at the men.

“Put the gun down,” Namjoon instructed, his brows furrowed together.

Jimin’s eyes met yours and he felt his heart by his chest beating erratically. He was pissed, angry, at who dared kidnap you and he was angry at himself for even allowing himself to yell at you. You were always such an angel to them and would give them their space, and you would overthink. And instead of reassuring you, he yelled at you and proved your point.

“No, no!” The man yelled, before bringing the gun closer to Namjoon’s face. “This is your—”

But the man didn’t even get the chance to talk furthermore because Jungkook quickly shot him, anger fuming in his veins at simply the thought of you and their child hurt.

“Get those two,” Namjoon demanded over his shoulder to the men that work for them. They nodded and grabbed the men cowering away in the corner, yells escaping the men’s mouths as they knew they most likely wouldn’t come out alive out of wherever they were being taken to.

The rest of the boys appeared once Hoseok freed you, Jimin was heading towards you, wanting to embrace you. Though, you latched yourself onto Jin since you had assumed the others were still mad despite them saving you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, asking the question everyone was wondering. You nodded and grabbed the handkerchief he passed you, wiping away the new blood seeping from the wound on your lip.

“I’m okay,” you leaned on him. “They just hit me on the face. They didn’t get to touch Baby.”

“Flower—”

Before Jimin or the others could utter a word, Jin had passed you to some of your bodyguards to take you to get cleaned up. He also wanted to make sure you and the baby were okay so he quickly made a call to your personal doctor to come check you.

“We didn’t have time to apologize,” Jungkook frowned, such guilt flashing across his face.

“Look, you can do that after,” Yoongi reasoned, eyeing your figure being taken away while they remained back to deal with the bodies. “Right now, she has to make sure our baby is okay. Got it?”

The youngest ones all simultaneously agreed and Jimin sighed, glancing at your figure in the car, and looking away.

You didn’t want to talk to them right now. After all, what you went through wasn’t very easy and even if you didn’t get badly hurt, it was still a traumatizing event that obviously stressed you out.

“It seems the baby is okay,” your doctor smiled at you as she took off her gloves. You could still hear the heartbeat if your son and the way he was fixing his hair. It was a sight to see and you already want him to be in your arms. “He’s still healthy as ever.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. I was so stressed I assumed it was damaging the baby.”

“You can be stressed,” your doctor stood over you as you wiped the gel away from your stomach, “but you can’t be overly stressed every day at every moment because then will the baby be affected.”

“Well, thank you for coming here at such late notice,” you gave her an embarrassed look, a sheepish smile overtaking your lips. “So, baby boy is healthy, just fussy.”

“Seems like he’s overprotective of his mother,” your doctor smiled, giving you some ultrasound pictures she had taken. “He can sense you so it’s no surprise if he is like that knowing you were in a dangerous situation.”

You smiled a bit and sighed, nodding. “Thank you again.”

“Of course. I’ll see you in your next appointment, okay?”

You nodded and followed after her, ignoring the looks the 7 boys were throwing at you. You waved your doctor off, hand waving side to side, as you eyed your baby’s pictures. It’s crazy to know he has a fluff of hair already, he accidentally flipped your doctor off, and he had gotten hiccups. You’re having a baby and it’s going to be great and you wish it will be great forever.

“So, how’s the baby…?” You turned around and awkwardly smiled at Jungkook and the others.

“He’s okay…” the silence pained you and you couldn’t bear the awkwardness. “I’m going to go lie down.”

Your eyes met Jimin’s and you saw the look of guilt that crossed his face. You immediately looked away and headed towards the guest room, grabbing a couple of fluffy pillows and making a little nest so you can be comfortable.

You laid there for a bit, a sigh escaping your lips. You turned to the other side, away from the door, and looked down at the pictures.

You don’t know how long you’ve been there but you just stayed there. Though, you heard a small knock on the door and heavy footsteps coming into the room.

“Flower,” you hummed a bit and felt Jimin sit beside your figure before fully lying next to you. His arm wrapped around your waist, palm meeting the swell of your stomach. “I’m sorry for yelling at you, for insulting you, for waving off your problems. I’m sorry. I messed up and I know I did. I’m not going to make you feel bad in order to forgive me. I’ll just be here and listen to you because we all realized that we could lose you and that’s the scariest part in this whole entire business of ours.”

“It took you to almost lose me in order to realize that?” Your lip jutted out to showcase your sadness, tears coming to blur your eyesight as you started to overthink.

“No, no, no baby,” he immediately came to cradle your face in between his hands, pad of his thumbs coming up to wipe your tears away. He sighed. “We fucked up and we haven’t been there for you for reasons like these. It’s scary to know that people know about you and our baby, our son, and they will use you as leverage. We tried coming up with more resources to use so we could be allied with others. We offer them our resources, they send spy after spy to others to know the business and any information that involves you.”

“Why didn’t you communicate with me?” You frowned.k

“You’re pregnant, flower,” he sighed, his hands coming to drop themselves on your stomach. “You and our son are our top priorities but as we tried to protect you, we didn’t acknowledged the fact that we were distancing ourselves from you, which is pretty ironic.”

“Your words hurt me.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he breathed out, holding onto your hands. “I know it won’t do much but let me, let us, show you how sorry we are by allowing us to change and be here for you and our son more, okay?”

“It’s going to be hard for me to want to communicate with you guys,” you admitted. “Especially after how you reacted along with the others.”

“We can resolve anything,” he whispered, forehead dropping to hours. “Let us be here. No, we will be here because you two, you, are our top priorities. We will not leave you, we will not get mad at you, because we are your partners and your future husbands. We are linked with you forever and I’m sorry we made you feel otherwise, flower. I really am.”

“You’re not forgiven yet,” you sighed and he nodded in understanding. “If you continue to show me your love and attention, then I will forgive you. But if any of you ever try to talk to me like that, our child and I are leaving.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” His lips brushed against yours until he fully kissed you, plump lips meeting yours in a kiss that displayed his apologies and words at the same time.

“Now, let the others apologize okay?”

You nodded and he opened the door that allowed the others to come in. You smiled a little and they all got on the bed, apologizing in their own words. They would also be holding onto your stomach, apologizing to your son all in the meantime you showed them his pictures.

“The doctor said he was probably kicking a lot because he felt me being in danger,” you further explained the situation to Jin was next to your. “So, hurt me, our son will beat you all up.”

They could all laugh at your words. You were so cute.

“Also, what happened to the guys?”

“Uh… they got killed.

Combined Beings (xvii)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

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

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

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before & after

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, I’m coming out,” you softly announce, opening the door as slowly as you could. You gulped and your hands slightly shook out of nerves. You clasped them behind your back as you couldn’t dare look up, feeling heat surround your entire body, from head to toe. But, you heard silence and looked at the 7 underneath your lashes. “How do I look?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine by me.”

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

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

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

“Isn’t that dangerous, though?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n!”

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

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

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

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

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

“And who are you?”

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

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

“I will, Namjoon…”

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

“One of them?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’ll take care of her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Keep an eye on her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is why I love you so much.”

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

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

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

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

“I love you.”

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

“Go.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Come on.”

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

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

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

“Shut up.”

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

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

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

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

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

“They got her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What if "DefNotAStalker" is a ghost or a monster that lives in the Reader's house? Or just a monster that is invisible or a monster under the bed??

Hah, I actually imagined him as some sort of Chameleon monster who ended up in your apartment.

He's one of your earliest viewers, back when you weren't as wary. It's entirely possible you slipped once or twice, giving away your location through casual mentions; it's not like your 5 followers would try to hunt you down, you thought at the time.

"Got this dish from the restaurant across the street", you said.

That's all he needed, really. Within hours he was sliding his way across your ceiling. He initially planned to make it a one-time visit, but after the spicy food incident, he concluded it's better to keep an eye on you.

So, he's now part of the household. He likes teasing you occasionally, but otherwise prefers to watch in silence. Probably touches himself while you sleep, daydreaming about actually holding you.

[Monster Streaming]

INKED SOULMATE NAMES ── bts.

SUMMARY: the boys surprise you with your name tattooed on their skin on the day you reveal your pregnancy to them. now, you have to figure out a way to hide it from the company since no one else knows you’re in a relationship with them. except, someone immediately ruins your plans

GENRE:mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

WARNINGS: talks of a breeding kink (nothing too bad just thought I should mention it), uhh inaccurate doctor calls (?), pregnancy, bullying/harassment, cursing, and death threats?, and basically this piece is everywhere 😭

NOTE: this is a drabble of my combined beings series (which you can find here hehe) but it can be read as a standalone. this drabble was requested by an anon ask that i couldn’t find 🥲 so please, whoever wrote it, this one is for you because of your idea 🩵

Your fingers peaking through the long sleeves of Jungkook’s sweater were by your mouth, your teeth softly chewing on your thumb nervously because you didn’t plan this. Having a baby wasn’t planned and you weren’t sure how the boys would take the news, especially when your lives were going so well. Was a baby in their plans?

You immediately called your friends because unlike you, at least one of them was familiar with pregnancy. So, calling Eunji—and Ari because you needed her enthusiasm—, you patiently waited shortly once you texted it was an emergency in the group chat.

“Miss.” Your head whipped back to look at one of your maids holding your bedroom door open. “Your friends are here.”

“Send them over, please,” you said with a small smile, continuing your pacing, the test in your hand. Your maid nodded and you quickly thanked her, and it wasn’t long before your two perky friends came to greet you.

“What’s wrong?” Ari immediately exclaimed, grabbing your arms. She rapidly looked around the room with squinted eyes as if intimidating any threats. “Should I get my knife?”

“Knife?” You frowned. “Now where the hell did you get a knife?”

“Yoongi got it for me so I could protect you,” she grinned before going back to her rather dramatic stance. “Now, do I need to stab someone?”

“No,” you waved her off with the hand that wasn’t holding the object you were holding onto dear life. You sighed, glancing between them, and knew that you shouldn’t be afraid or nervous revealing this to them. So, you got your hand out of Ari’s hold, escaping the grip she had-had on your wrist, and exposed the issue. “Um, I might be pregnant.”

Your friends gasped and they covered their mouths simultaneously. They looked at your face and then back at your stomach, almost as if they, too, couldn’t believe a human was possibly growing in your tummy. Eunji, having a toddler and experiencing her firsts, smiled.

“Are we happy or are we not?” She questioned, moving towards you while she nudged Ari on the side to snap her out of her shock. She stood next to you, with an arm around your shoulders, and continued smiling. “You know whatever you want, we’ll support you.”

“I’m happy,” you stated before a shaky breath escaped your lips. You sat down on the edge of your bed and extended your legs. “I just don’t know if they will be happy.”

“Honey,” Ari started, sitting down on your side while Eunji sat on the other, their hands resting on top of yours, “those boys love you so much. Like, so, so much. They respect you, care so much about you, and love you with their whole entire beings that I’m sure they’ll die for you.”

You nodded along, And even kill for me.

“We’re not going to pressure you to tell them,” Eunji said, her voice calm and reassuring because she knew you needed such tones at the moment, “but it’s better they find out sooner than later.”

You sighed and nodded, dropping your head on her shoulder. “I just can’t believe it, you know?” You glanced at your phone sitting near you three and gulped. “I already went to the doctor’s because I had my suspicions. I’m just waiting for a call.”

“Well, knowing how the clinic closes at 5, I’m guessing they’re going to call you soon,” Eunji muttered and Ari hummed in agreement, her head dropping on top of your own shoulder. And you nodded because you went to the same clinic Eunji had spoken about so many times when she mentioned her pregnancy journey.

Almost as if they heard, your phone rang. Eunji, having noticed your nervousness, answered it for you.

You cleared your throat. “Hello?”

“Hi, this is Doctor Kang. I’m calling Y/n L/n for the lab results?”

“Yes, this is she,” you breathed out.

“Well, Ms. L/n, congratulations. You are 7 weeks pregnant!”

Your friends grip immediately tightened themselves around your hands and you let out a shuddered sigh.

“Really?”

“Yes,” your doctor continued. “Now, we do have resources if you do decide to go the other way with your pregnancy. If not, we can schedule a meeting to check how the baby is doing and see what we can do.”

You nodded and thanked your doctors at the news before saying goodbye. Your eyes became teary-eyed at knowing that there’s a baby inside of you now and your friends held you tight to soothe your shock. God, you couldn’t believe it. But you also could. After all, you weren’t using protection at all and all 7 of the boys had a certain kink that made them want to get you pregnant. What if it’s just that, though? A kink. What if they didn’t actually want a baby? What if it was too early for them? You didn’t know… and your head was beginning to hurt by the amount of unanswered questions surrounding your brain.

“Miss,” your head turned to look at your maid and she opened the door, “Mr. Park is asking for you.”

You nodded and she smiled reassuringly because she knew what you were dealing with. She had noted the symptoms, always being by your side when you let out everything in the mornings after being rudely awaken by said symptom. As a mother herself, too, she knew.

“Okay, okay,” you breathed out, almost as if you were prepping yourself, and you basically were. Your friends followed you once you left to go greet your boyfriends who came back from work, and they glanced at each other because they could tell all 7 had noticed your mood. “Hey! I missed you guys.”

“Hi, flower,” Jimin smiled tiredly, kissing your forehead. He kept a close eye on you once you greeted the others, taking note of your figure. He knew something was different and knew you were trying to hide it. After all, dating you for 3 years caused him to know your body the way he knew the back of his hand. He noticed the change.

“You feeling better?” Jin questioned, placing a hand on your cheek and forehead to check if you were warm. You nodded your head up and down.

“I feel better,” you smiled at him and he nodded, too, giving you a kiss before he and Jimin glanced at one another. He, too, noticed, and he already had an idea as to what it was. “You guys weren’t supposed to come until late at night. Are you guys okay?”

“Well,” Taehyung spoke with a grin on his lips, hands clasped behind his back, “we kind off… did something.”

“Oh, no. What did you do?”

“It’s nothing bad,” Jimin chuckled at your expression. He knew they had the tendency to do things that worried you, but he knew if you were really pregnant, he needed to reassure you. You gave him a pointed look, though, as soon as those words escaped his mouth. “I’m serious! Nothing bad, baby, nothing bad. You know we are not doing dangerous things anymore so don’t worry.”

You simply hummed and looked at all of them, waiting for one of them to continue. Jungkook spoke up next.

“We love you,” he started, “and you know we do. We can literally kiss the floor you’re walking on now. Look—”

“I love you but do not start kissing the floor,” you breathed out with a small laugh escaping your lips. You grabbed his arm and made him stand up since he was already beginning to get on his knees. He dramatically sighed.

“I guess,” he said. He looked at Eunji and Ari once he came to see that they were there, looking at all of you fondly. He scoffed once he eyed the second girl. “Oh, you’re here?”

Ari’s smile immediately faded and she looked at Jungkook with squinted eyes. “Shut the fuck up, Jeon. If you weren’t dating my best friend, I would’ve beat the shit out of you right here, right now.”

“Please, you can’t even reach my face so,” he raised his hand and rolled his eyes, looking away, “talk to my hand.”

You snorted at their bickering because since the two didn’t have siblings, they bickered like ones.

“You are so annoying,” Ari rolled her eyes next. She glanced at her phone, making it seem like she was reading her notifications.“Oh, look at that. I have a date with this girl so, Eunji is going to help me with that.” She glanced at the quiet girl who took the sign she was given and they turned to look at you. “Call us and we’ll see you at work tomorrow, okay?”

“I will, don’t worry,” you hugged your friends and they said their goodbyes before walking out, leaving you with your boyfriends fidgeting in their place. You stared at them with furrowed eyebrows and they quickly led you towards the living room. “What is going on with you all?”

They sat you down and Jimin and Hoseok sat by your sides, hands clasping with yours. You eyed them and then at Jungkook and Taehyung who stood in front of you and the others; Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi sat on the other empty spots of the couch, leaning back to watch the two reveal their surprise.

“As I was saying,” Jungkook said in rather an exasperated tone, eager to just reveal the news. “You know how much we love you and how we will literally kill for you.” Everyone nodded. “You have become our safe place, our home, and we want no one else but you loving us and us loving you. So, we got these!”

He and Taehyung exposed some body parts of theirs in sync that revealed the ink on their skin; Taehyung had your name on his wrist and Jungkook had yours on his tattoo sleeve. If it weren’t for him pointing it out, you wouldn’t have noticed, though, now that you acknowledged it, your name was big and called the attention.

“Is that my name?” You muttered under your breath, disbelief laced in your voice as you felt your heart hammer against your chest.

Taehyung hummed. He kneeled in front of you and grabbed your hand, too.

“We are devoted to you and you are our future,” he smiled and he reached up to wipe a tear that managed to escape your eye. “We are also yours as much as you are ours.”

He grinned and he couldn’t help but nuzzle his nose against yours, forehead touching his. You lightly giggled and the others watched the scenery with such a fond look.

It wasn’t long before they all came to show you your name in its respective place, all 7 boys huddling you. You tried so hard to focus, but it was hard to do so when you felt such overwhelming feelings at the exact moment. You had all these guys loving you with their entire beings and who would give you the world and the stars if they could—and they would. You had a baby inside of you, growing, all because it was conceived out of the love all of you had for one another, and it felt great!

This moment—the one where they’re all excited to show you your name inked on their bodies and how it will stay there forever—was the best to announce and blurt out the news. So, with an inhale, you cleared your throat, making them all look at you. Since you still get shy under their gaze, you looked down at your hands, fidgeting in your place.

“Um, I have some news to tell you guys,” you breathed out and Jimin and Jin glanced at one another, eager to know if their confirmations are true or not. They leaned back against their seats as you stuttered out your sentence out of nerves, making sure at the same time you were okay. “I have been feeling sick every goddamn morning and it’s become a bit of an issue when my breasts are sore every second of the day.”

“Is that why you called in sick today?” Yoongi asked, his arms crossed over his chest, and his intimidating expression didn’t help soothe your nerves.

“I went to the clinic and I had gotten a call not so long confirming my suspicions that I’m,” you didn’t know if you were imagining it, but it seemed as if they were leaning out of anticipation, “pregnant.”

Silence.

You eyed their expressions and could see the obvious shock spread on their faces. Though, Jimin and Jin just stayed silent and smiled at the news because they already had their suspicions as to why you were sick. They were just happy their suspicions did in fact just get confirmed.

Jimin, on the other hand, was ecstatic. He was the one who could never take his hands off of you 24/7—aside from when you’re working—and, he loved running his hands over the curves of your body when you were heading to sleep, being reminded you’re there. Of course he saw changes and of course he noted your symptoms. After all, he and the others made sure you were well taken care of and they took care of you so well, you never got sick. So, when you started getting sick in the mornings and getting random sickness at smelling food you used to like, well, it was hard not to notice.

“We’re having a baby…?” Jungkook spoke after a moment of silence and you nodded, hands lightly fidgeting in his hold. Taehyung, having noticed how nervous you are, let his hands wander themselves by the sides of your stomach. His thumbs rubbed your stomach over your shirt and he turned to look at the others over his shoulder, a smile so bright on his lips that made the others smile, too.

“She’s pregnant,” he breathed out before he turned to look at you. Overcome with such love, he kissed you deeply enough to take away your breath once you separated.

The others immediately came to hug and kiss you, their hands going around your stomach, too, to feel you. They always knew their future contained you and they always knew their future was spent with them loving you, but to now be able to come to terms their future is coming to life, it was an amazing feeling.

“Is that why you’ve been sick?” Yoongi asked, his hand softly patting your head. He had immediately wiped the tears about to escape his eyes and fixed his composure shortly after the news, so now here he was showing you his affection by coddling you. “We have to cut you some work—”

“No,” you cut him off and you looked at all 7. “No one knows we’re dating so I’d rather you guys not show favoritism at work and let them know. Everyone will hate me even more.”

“Baby, we will kill them if they even lay a finger on you and our baby,” Jungkook scoffed, shaking his head.

“We’ll treat you like one of our workers,” Hoseok spoke next and you gave a him a look that reminded him that you were in fact one of their workers. “Wait, you are.” He cleared his throat as the others hid their giggles. “Well, we’ll treat you the same like before so, don’t worry, okay? But just… if anyone dares lay their hands on you, please let us know. It’s better we hear it from you than hearing it from the other workers or watching it on cameras.”

You playfully saluted as best as you can with Jimin still holding onto your hand. But then, you remembered, Jimin hadn’t said anything.

Turning to look at him, the others had started to leave towards the dining room to eat after a maid announced the food was ready. Jimin was currently taking off his blazer, rolling up the sleeves of his button up underneath, and grabbing onto your hand again so you could walk together. Though, just as he was walking, he felt you staying in your place.

“You okay?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. His hands made contact with your stomach. “Is the baby okay?”

“You haven’t said much.”

He snorted and briefly looked away before meeting your eyes. “I’m very happy, flower. Very. I’m sorry for not saying much but, I’m still processing the happy news.”

“You’ve been knowing, huh?” You looked at him with amusement and he immediately hid his smile at your question. “Jimin!”

“What?” He chuckled. “Baby, regardless if I knew or not, I’m still happy. I swear. It’s still shocking, you know? Because you’re carrying a human being in you and that’s so beautiful and you’re so beautiful. I love you.”

You smiled at his words and hugged him. You felt his arms holding you tight against him, hands gripping your hips until they slithered around your waist to hold you better.

“I love you.”

The following few months went like normal.

Well, except this time the boys watched your every move to make sure you and the baby were okay. If you even got cut, God, does hell run loose because they make a big deal out of you being hurt.

Work went on as normal and yes, there were people who retorted mean comments to you, but you just got used to ignoring it. There was no point in talking back because now you can’t get careless since you were with child.

Thankfully, Ari and Eunji kept you safe. Eunji finally got the confidence she needed to put people in place as the supervisor, so she was stricter to those she knew were slacking and had the nerve to make fun of you. Meanwhile, Ari was… Ari. She always had your back and she defended you while you were eating or doing work. You just maintained unbothered.

“So, we’re planning the baby shower, I hope you know that,” Ari spoke as she gestured towards herself and Eunji. “Ah! I can’t wait to see my niece or nephew.”

“They’re not going to name the girl after you,” Eunji chuckled out as she realized Ari would be commenting that after. Ari stayed quiet and sighed.

“And to think I would name my future child after you two,” she shook her head and you and Eunji glanced at each other, shaking your own heads.

“No, you wouldn’t,” you snorted, a smile on your lips at hearing your friend’s dramatic comment. “But, it would be an honor.”

“Who’s pregnant?” You three immediately let your heads snap towards the person who spoke right in front of you. You sighed at coming to find a worker well known for making fun of you, and from what you’ve heard, she had already been threatened by the boys before. Chaewon never seemed to care and she did leave you alone for a bit, but she probably thinks you and the boys are done which explains her attitude now.

“None of your business,” Ari rolled her eyes. She looked at you. “Let’s go.”

At watching Eunji and Ari taking care of you, Chaewon laughed as her little group of supporters stood behind her. “Do not tell me the pig got pregnant. We’ve been thinking you just got fatter but no, someone knocked you up. Now, who would want to get you pregnant, huh?”

“Mind your own business, Chaewon,” you sighed, standing up to throw away some trash. Though, a hand grabbed you away since your friends were in front of you and you stood in the back.

“You don’t get to talk back to me,” Chaewon scoffed, finding amusement to your reaction. “I’ve left you alone for two years and you need to remember your place in this company.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Ari winced at seeing her hold on your arm.

This usually if you ever got made fun of and it was starting to annoy the crap out of you. Yes, you’re thankful you don’t get extremely beat up to the point of broken bones, but she and Iseul, the one who started the bullying, always grabbed you by the arm. After all, that’s what started you and Jimin to talk more since he bandaged you up the first time you met.

“Why?” Chaewon snickered as if seeing you pain is the funniest thing in the whole entire world. You gave her an annoyed look and ripped your arm away from her hold. “Aw, is she finally standing up to myself?”

You softly inhaled at hearing her taunting and gave her a fake smile. “Are you obsessed with me or something?”

She looked over her shoulder to look at the others, as if making sure she heard right. “Me? Obsessed with you? No chance.”

“Then why do you make it your mission to waste your lunch time and try to harass me?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow. “You make time out of your entire day to bully me, but hey, at least you think about me, huh?”

“You think—”

“No,” you cut her off and gave her a glare, ignoring the way everyone stayed silent at seeing you speak up. You were just annoyed and irritated at the whole ordeal and tired of her acting inferior to you because of her looks. “Now leave me the hell alone.” You leaned closer to her to make sure no one listened as you uttered your last few words. “You better hope they haven’t seen those cameras or get told you’ve hurt me. I won’t be able to save you.”

Her breath hitched in her throat at hearing your words. She glanced at your stomach, your face, the faces of your best friends behind you, and of the people looking at you two. She realized that you were still with their 7 bosses and are now having a child with them. God, she’s so stupid. She’s so stupid, she shouldn’t have been so careless. They’re going to do something to her this time. They threatened to make her disappear that her parents will spend their last dying breath trying to search for her, and here she is not even remembering that.

“Where is she?”

Then, her heart stopped at hearing that familiar voice. The voice that belonged to the head boss, Kim Namjoon, who was followed immediately by some of the others. She even saw Kim Seokjin who was the one that threatened her. God, God, someone needs to do something. You have to do something.

You, on the other hand, covered your face once you heard Namjoon’s voice. Of course they came but you didn’t expect them to do it so quick. It hasn’t even been, like, 10 minutes that had passed.

“Are you hurt?” Namjoon asked once he reached you, checking your body from head to toe. “Is the baby okay?”

It got quieter fast. You could hear a droplet of water fall from the sink in the room next to you. You gulped and nervously chuckled, clearing your throat.

“We’re okay.”

But, Hoseok noticed your arm.

“Who grabbed you?” He asked and you looked away at hearing the question, letting them figure it themselves, because you’re sure their guards just told them that you got hurt by someone. “Who was it?”

The question wasn’t aimed at you this time. If anything, it was now aimed at one of his main bodyguards, Jae, who had been on lookout just as he’s always been. Thinking of you as his daughter, he was also protective of you just like anyone who has met you.

Not saying anything, Jae glanced at Chaewon who looked at her friends for help. They simply moved aside, though, once they heard and saw that you were associated with their bosses. They couldn’t be at risk being fired so they immediately moved aside.

“You again?” Jungkook huffed a humorous laugh at seeing who it was. If Jimin had been there, he would’ve been seething red. Thankfully, though, the ones who didn’t give a shit were there: Namjoon, Jin, Jungkook, and Hoseok. Jimin, Tae, and Yoongi were away for now but they already heard what happened from Jungkook catching them up. They were not happy.

“My office,” Namjoon sternly spoke, glaring at Chaewon. “Now.”

His guards took that as a sigh and led the girl away to his office. He and the others stayed behind to console you and check on your wound because the serum Chaewon was using to grow her nails—she talked loud—worked very well, and you now sported nail marks and a bit of blood.

“Come on, angel,” Hoseok softly spoke, leading you away. He glanced at your friends. “We got it from here.”

“We’ll come later for a spa day,” Eunji called out to you and you smiled at her, nodding in confirmation.

A few minutes after, you arrived in Namjoon’s office where Chaewon was already sat in. She was impatiently waiting, nerves acting up as she bit her lower lip.

“So, you went back to bullying, huh?” Namjoon emptily chuckled as he walked inside, he and the others taking off their blazers. Jungkook, rolling up his sleeves, only did so because your name was still engraved beautifully on the skin of his arm. Again, it was not big to an extent it looked awkward, but it fit nicely with his other tattoos that didn’t make it seem like they were smushed together.

“I didn’t know,” Chaewon breathed out.

“No, you did know but you just didn’t care,” Jin said, correcting her. “Or, you probably thought we would’ve broken up by now, huh?”

“No—”

“Please, Chaewon,” Jin continued. He laughed at her answer just before she could finish what he was saying. “I warned you already. We have evidence that you’re harassing workers and it’s not Y/n here you’re just harassing.”

“I can’t let my parents deal with me missing and trying to find me,” Chaewon sniffed, eyes becoming teary-eyed as she thought about her poor parents desperately looking for her. “Please.”

The boys immediately looked at you as they heard your sniffles, too, and pouted.

“Her poor parents.” Ah, your hormones. They could make you cry at the smallest things. Just yesterday, you were crying at the fact Taehyung stepped on a grape you had been eating. “Please spare her.”

“You warned me you wouldn’t be able to save me!” Chaewon cried and you looked at your boyfriends with those eyes of yours they loved wholeheartedly. They couldn’t help but immediately melt at seeing you so emotional with their baby in you. You looked so beautiful and although they hated seeing you cry, they loved knowing those hormones were because of your child.

Jungkook broke fast.

“Let’s just send her to our company in Busan,” he suggested before cooing at you, thumbs wiping away the tears. “Aw, my poor baby. You’re so kind, huh? You’re so sweet and pretty and I just want to smother you with kisses.”

He hugged you and Chaewon, through her tears, saw your name tattooed on his arm.

Namjoon sighed and slowly nodded. “We won’t fire you.” Chaewon looked at him. “You’ll be moved to our company in Busan. My father is in charge of that company and does not take discrimination lightly. Don’t fuck this up for you.” He waved her off. “I’ll have my assistant give you the information and have her set up everything for you. But never come back here.”

Chaewon nodded and with one last bow, she hurried outside where Namjoon’s assistant would be waiting for her.

The boys all coddled you and before you knew it, they had taken you to the couch to calm you down by allowing you to buy even more stuff for your baby.

“Well, now we have to release a statement saying you’re with us and pregnant with our baby. Maybe then everybody will take a hint and leave you the fuck alone.”

“Does that mean I get to kiss her?”

“No, Jungkook.”

“Just say you hate me.”

Choco Bun: 1

Choco Cream

— Summary: When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Korea’s biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses weren’t particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?

HYBRID TYPES: Reader-Bunny Namjoon-Earth Dragon Jin-Water Dragon Yoongi-Moon (Dark) Dragon Hoseok-Sun (Light) Dragon Jimin-Wind Dragon Taehyung-Ice Dragon Jungkook-Fire Dragon

— Pairing: ceo!mythical hybrid!bts x poc!curvy!hybrid!coffee shop owner!reader

— Genre: fluff / poly!au / ceo!au / hybrid!au / mafia!au (if you squint)

— Status: Completed

— Warnings: verbal bullying (mild), sexual tension, fluff

— Word Count: 8.6k

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**AUTHORS NOTE**

Here’s chapter 1! I think this is the longest chapter I’ve ever written? I did a little everyday and took me about a whole week! I hope you all enjoy it! :) ________________________________________________________________

Anyone who tells you that your dreams and goals are unattainable because of where and who you want to work with, is lying to you. Especially if, no matter what, you stay consistent, faithful, and hardworking. You’re bound to manifest a life you deserve, possibly even one greater. Never falter. Never cave. Never settle. Stay true to yourself, your dreams, and keep going. Through the redirection, the obstacles, even through the days you want to give up. Don’t. So that’s exactly what you did. And you succeeded.

People told you how insane it was to want to open up a coffee shop in South Korea. How you should just open up one here or, better yet, work at a coffee shop and work your way up through management. You were met with much of this talk, unsure why so many people were quick to shoot you down before even giving you a chance.

Luckily, your immediate family was very supportive, having always offered any form of assistance to make your dreams come true. You were beyond thankful for that aspect. However, those like your uncle and your grandfather cautioned you, fearful that your complexion may cause you unwanted and unneeded issues as well as the fact that you’re a bunny hybrid. That scared them even more, especially seeing how, as of late, many rabbit based hybrids have gone missing and placed in sex trafficking rings.

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Combined Beings (xviii)

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

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

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

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before & after

“What if we don’t get to her in time?”

Jimin was freaking out. Turns out that the tracker of the bracelet was left in an abandoned place that didn’t have you in it. He was freaking out the most while the others had your sister and basically had her and her husband zip-tied together. Your mom, father, and Iseul’s mom weren’t far from them.

Namjoon grabbed Iseul’s mom’s arm harshly, pushing her in front of him. “Where’s your daughter, Haneul?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said woman shrugged as if the man in front of her wouldn’t kill her.

Namjoon took out his gun, pointing the barrel of it on the front of her forehead. “Where is your damn daughter, Haneul?” Silence. He let out a low chuckle. “You want to place this game, huh? Okay then.” He turned to look at Yoongi. “Call Mr. Kim. I’m sure he’d love to hear what his wife has been doing behind his back.”

Yoongi nodded and grabbed his phone, quickly dialing the number of the older man, who answered not even a second later.

“Mr. Min, nice to hear from you,” the man greeted, a chuckle escaping past his lips as he talked to someone on his end. “I’m hoping the shipment has gone well.”

“Mr. Kim, we have your wife right here with us,” Yoongi stoically said, not even greeting the man. “Your wife and step-daughter have our girl, kidnapped her. If your wife doesn’t give the location of where she is and where your daughter is, too we will stop all business with you, you will not have Bangtan’s protection, and we will turn every alliance with you against you.”

There was a beat of silence. The conversation in the backgrounds was silenced, almost as if Mr. Kim moved somewhere else.

“Pass me Haneul,” Yoongi passed Namjoon his phone, who later gave it to Haneul. She wasn’t happy about his actions and snatched it, hands slightly shaking once the object was tightly held in her hand. Her shaky ‘hello’ let the man know it was her. “What the hell is wrong with you? You do not get to take the girl of Bangtan. Don’t you realize they protect us, that they are the reason we have what we have!”

“I get it but—”

“No, Haneul, you do not get it,” Mr. Kim continued to rant as the others listened intently to the conversation. “They are my bosses! I work for them. I give them the shipments they need, they get it and they give me money. My alliance with them gave us protection and money. You doing what you did with your spoiled daughter is harming that and we will have nothing. Do you want to work, Haneul? Do you want to be killed?”

“No.”

“Good, then give them their girl at once,” Haneul passed the phone to Namjoon who hovered it by his lips.

“Hello?”

“I’m sorry, Namjoon,” Mr. Kim apologized profusely. “I really am. If they do not give you the location, I will step in and take literal actions. Let me know if they’re not cooperating and let me know if I can do anything once you find your girl. I am indebted to you.”

“Good. You better hope she’s alive and well for your sake, Kim.”

Namjoon hung up and passed Yoongi his phone, gaze still stuck on the older woman.

“Where is she?” Hobi asked next, glaring at her. Jin stood next to him, his eyes set ablaze as he felt the longer they spent trying to get information, the more time Iseul and her little boyfriend spent hurting you.

“She’s with some guards at Daeseong’s place,” Haneul breathed out, gulping at the glares she received. “I’ll give you the address but please, don’t kill my daughter.”

Namjoon didn’t give her an answer so, without hesitation, she gave the man the address of the place, hoping that her incompetent daughter will not be killed.

Jimin buttoned up his blazer nervously, walking towards the car with the others while some guards stayed behind to look over the people held hostage. They’ll let you talk with them first before letting them leave.

“I hope she’s okay,” Jungkook muttered, holding Jimin’s hand tightly against his. “We didn’t prepare her a lot for situations like these.”

“She’ll be fine, Kook.”

And fine you were.

“Your wife should be appreciative of you. You work so hard!”

“That’s what I have been thinking, too!”

You didn’t know how you ended up in this position, but so far every guard that worked for Iseul has been coming to you for advice. You ended up from being beaten a little, blood coming out from your nose, to now being apologized to and looked for so they could talk to you about their problems.

As of right now, one of the guards, Jake, was sitting in front of you, talking about his issues with his wife, who resembled your mother a lot.

“Since you’ve tried talking to her,” you started as you drank out of the juice box they had given you, “I might sound mean but, be straight up with her. Tell her that you’re going to leave her if she also doesn’t stop using drugs. You’ve been there for her every step of the way, but it’s just become overbearing for you.”

“You’re right,” Jake breathed out, nodding slowly as he let out a sigh. His agape mouth closed and he then smiled at you. “Thanks, Y/n. Sorry for beating you up by the way. I thought you were the bad guy.”

“Ah, Iseul just wants to kill me because I got her fired,” you shrugged as if it was nothing. “Bullied me and physically harmed me very bad.”

“Yeah, I’m only doing this because her dad is the big boss but now, I don’t think we’re even getting paid,” you snorted and nodded with his words before the other guards came in. “Guys, y/n is pretty cool.”

“I got the gift you told me to get,” another guard, Spit, who admitted that the nickname he had received was embarrassing and that he and his wife had been arguing about it, called out from the crowd. “She forgave me and we talked about it. You were right, though, flowers and an apology from the heart fixed it.”

“You all need to be mindful of your spouses,” you announced to those who came forward about simply problems based on their husband and wives. “Blade, your wife just wanted a simple dinner and you made her seem like she wanted so much more. You’re going to her or else I’ll tell my boyfriends to make you beg in front of her, okay?” You wouldn’t do that but it seemed to spook him. “Good. While others, do not let your spouse walk all over you. You deserve better, not someone screaming in your ear you’re nothing, hitting you, no more abuse. Walk away from that situation, but if you have kids, do not leave them with that person. Got it?”

A chorus of “yes ma’am”’s ran around the room and you snorted to yourself at the situation. The boys would think you were in danger but here you were, giving advice to those who were supposed to torture you.

“What the hell are you all doing?”

All of you turned to look at Iseul and Daeseong who came forward, disbelief spread over their faces at the fact that you weren’t being harmed at all.

“You need to leave me alone, Iseul,” you breathed out, letting out a sigh shortly after once she snapped her neck to look at you. “You having me here isn’t going to do anything to me. If anything, I’m safer here.”

“You guys are all being paid to do work,” Iseul snapped, glaring at each man in the room, even Daeseong. “Do not tempt in taking back that money.”

“Iseul,” you spoke, her gaze now on you, “your dad doesn’t have a single idea as to what you’re doing. You use his money so, how are you going to pay these guys?”

“What do you mean my dad doesn’t know?” Iseul scoffed, hiding her nervousness. You arched an eyebrow at her words, sipping your drink. She eyed it before taking it away, though, she couldn’t get to you as the men protected you by standing in front of you.

You peered over the man’s shoulder in front of you, coming to remember that he was called Bear. His friends had let you know that despite his 6’7 figure along with his cold exterior, he was so warm like a teddy bear. You weren’t surprised that he protected you. He had told you that you resembled his daughter who Iseul had threatened. You reassured him that your boyfriend’s had connections with her father and they weren’t going to let her get close to his daughter. That was all he needed to hear.

“Your dad doesn’t know, Iseul,” you continued, your drink in hand. “It’s just you and your mom. You already know how important Bangtan’s business is to your dad and he wouldn’t be with you in this if it meant it would harm his own business.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You got fired,” you frowned at her actions when she tried reaching for you. “You hurt me badly. You were a bully and it sucks, Iseul. You’re such a beautiful girl and you were just never given attention to until now.”

“Shut the fuck up, Y/n,” Iseul fumed at the words you spilled over her life. You sighed, knowing it wasn’t your business either to tell her about her life when you didn’t know her personally. “Listen, I’m going to kill you in front of them. I mean, I had been wanting them for so long and all of a sudden, all of a sudden, you come and they immediately take you into their relationship. You’re nothing and I have everything.”

“You’re saying that in front of Daeseong?” You gaped at her words, surprised that she admitted to wanting the men in your life in front of her boyfriend. Even Daeseong was surprised at her admission. “Look, I get you want them, or wanted them, but you’re harming everything your dad has built.”

“He’s not my dad,” Iseul spat out.

“He actually is.”

Everyone turned to look at who spoke and there they came to find 7 angry men, their eyes set on Iseul and Daeseong. You let out a sigh of relief at coming to notice their figures, running towards them. Jin was the first one to grab a hold of you, arms going around your waist to hold you tightly against his body.

“You’re okay,” he breathed out, a hand placing itself on the back of your head. “Did they hurt you?”

“They protected me against Iseul and Daeseong,” you murmured against the nape of his neck and he nodded, letting Jimin hug you next and hold you. He turned to look at the men.

“You protected her?” They all nodded.

“She was a great listener,” Jake said and the boys frowned at what he meant but, they knew you really must’ve impacted them since they were defending you.

“You’re all working for us,” Namjoon glanced at them. “You will be paid and get protection for your family. Because of your protection to her, you will now be Y/n’s guards.”

“Yay,” you let out, dragging the word out.

“And you,” Namjoon then turned to look at Iseul and Daeseong, “you two suck at kidnapping. No one was guarding the outside.”

“I told you to leave people out there,” Daeseong hissed, staring at Iseul who rolled her eyes at his words, waving him off.

“Your dad wants to speak to you,” Jungkook grinned, finding it amusing that Iseul is going to get in trouble by the man she deemed worthless since Mr. Kim wasn’t her father.

Yoongi passed her his phone. She ignored it so he went behind her, pushing Daeseong into Taehyung’s arms. He grabbed her wrists and zip-tied them.

“Hey! Let me go.”

“After you kidnapped her,” he looked at you before glancing at the side of Iseul’s face, “you’re coming with us. That’s going to be nice, huh? Now here.”

He placed his phone on speaker, hovering it by her face. You listened as her father answered, feeling Jungkook kissing your neck while Namjoon instructed the hired men to grab your parents, sister and her husband, and Iseul’s mom.

“What the hell were you thinking, Iseul?” Mr. Kim’s booming voice sounded out loud but you were focused on Jungkook’s kisses, along with Hobi and Jimin who stepped forward to also hold you and kiss you. “I had to find out from Namjoon about your dumb, stupid decisions.”

“They were not dumb.”

“They were dumb if you fucking got caught,” Mr. Kim continued to scold her and the other boys who weren’t kissing you, watched as she glared at the phone. “I want you to come home but, I already gave the boys permission to take you with them. While you’re with them, the cards that you have will be frozen. You have to make me trust you again and you’re not getting money until you do so.”

“But, Dad!” Iseul whined, stomping her feet. “I have outfits I need to buy.”

“You would’ve lived in the streets if their girl even got hurt or killed, Iseul,” Mr. Kim continued scolding her. “Like I told your mom, they’re my bosses. They give us what we have.”

“I don’t care, she deserved it.”

Mr. Kim sighed. “Yoongi, Namjoon, send her to me, please. I’ll punish her here. In the meantime, I found out from her bank statements that she was transporting money to someone named Nabi.”

“Oh, God,” Jin groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. He breathed in. “You worked with Nabi?”

“She worked for me,” Iseul confessed, glaring at you. Jimin pushed you behind him, grabbing his gun. “I paid her to get to you, even told her how to get through security. She wanted in because she wanted more money so, I gave her what I could all while she was getting to you but no, Y/n was already weaving herself into you all. I had to try harder.”

“So it was your fault she got hurt?” Taehyung scoffed. He grabbed his gun, too, holding it closer to Daeseong’s back. “What do you know, little Daeseong?”

“I’m not telling you shit,” he mumbled, looking away. He heard the click of the gun and let out a shaky breath. “Nabi was my sister. Well, step-sister. I didn’t meet Iseul until Nabi introduced me to her. I didn’t want to be included in this until I found out my sister was killed by him,” he looked at Jimin, “and later my best friends were killed. They were the ones in the bar. I’m surprised, though, that you never noticed I lived next to you.”

He looked at you now and you let out a shaky breath, anxious at the fact that he could’ve killed you so easily.

“I was the neighbor that Jimin noticed staring at you,” Daeseong continued. “Nabi had been stalking them 7. I told her to let it go but, she went on. She found you as a threat, though, when Jimin had hired you, stared at your picture for days. She was there when he chose you. She knew. She found out where you lived so she made me move.”

“You always watered your plants,” you muttered, processing the information told to you. “I always told you to have a good morning because you looked miserable.”

“Yeah, because I was just staring at you and making sure what you were doing. I should’ve killed you since the first day. Such a fucking burden.”

You turned around and placed your face on Jungkook’s chest, his arms wrapping securely around your body.

Taehyung leaned in to whisper in his ear, pressing the barrel of the gun against his skin until he made sure it would bruise.

“You wanted to kill someone I love, huh?” He chuckled sarcastically, eyeing the way your hands slightly shook. His jaw tightened as the boys calmed you down. “I’m not going to spill what I’m going to do with you but, you will be conscious once you get killed by me.”

Daeseong gulped at his threats.

“We’ll take Iseul to you, Mr. Kim,” Namjoon spoke, gesturing towards the men holding your family to come in. “It’s time we bring our girl back to our place either way.”

“Apologize to her for me,” Mr. Kim sighed. “I will be sending a new shipment to you and new jewelry for her. I’m sure you’ll love to see her in it.”

“Thank you,” Namjoon hung up the phone for Yoongi before turning to look at your mom. “I’ve been wanting to kill you since I heard Y/n’s memories about you. But, I will ruin your life as much as you ruined hers.”

“Y/n, what the hell have you gotten yourself into?” Your mom immediately yelled at you. You sighed and rolled your eyes, ignoring her words as she tried coming at you.

You looked at Hobi and Jungkook. “Can we go?”

“Come on, beauty,” Hobi kissed your head. You turned to look at your sister and dad, who were being told they could leave, a frown forming. “Go. They could come with us if you want.”

“Can they really?” Hobi smiled as he came to see the sparkle in your eyes. He nodded and you walked towards the family you loved. Your mom quickly tried getting to you, but everyone raised their guns at her that prevented her from moving forward. You hugged your sister before hugging your dad next. “Come with me to talk about what happened, please? We need to catch up.”

“Yes, we do,” your sister chuckled, quieting down. “I got so scared once I didn’t see you and just saw bodies.”

“I’ll explain what happened. They’ll take you to their home but, Jimin told me before that newcomers get blindfolded so, expect to be blindfolded.”

They nodded and your sister’s husband stared at his brother, shaking his head, disappointment coursing through him. You looked between the two and your sister reassured you that she will talk to him.

You walked towards the rest of the boys waiting for you, Jimin immediately grabbing you back into his arms, too afraid to let go while those who hurt you were in the same room as you

In a flash, you made it back to the car, tiredness consuming your body at the state of events that happened. You could only relish in the calmness of your surroundings and the warmth that radiated from Jin and Jungkook’s bodies, Jimin was in front, your hand in his.

“Go to sleep, baby,” Jungkook softly said, his hand gripped your thigh while the other was around your neck. “I’ll be here to hold you.”

“Keep me safe, Kook.”

“I will. We will.”