Just Came Across Almost Yours And I Am HOOKED!! That Last Chapter, OMG.

Just came across Almost Yours and I am HOOKED!! That last chapter, OMG.

I really hope oc’s memory comes back (unless she is faking it to get back with the Lim’s and act like she is on their side). If her memory is truly gone, I hope she will gain it back and realize what happened!

I really like her and JK together. I’m also curious if it was she who was supposed to kill him since she said it took having to kill a little boy before she got out of the mind control. I know RM saved him, but I wonder if he saved him after he wasn’t killed.

Can’t wait to see what happens next!

Hello!

First, thank you for reading! I am glad you enjoy it so far :)

The recent chapter clears up who she was meant to kill (her and JK being close in age he wasn't the little boy but lowkey I was trying to have it be him, but the age just didn't work)

This recent chapter was more of a filler for plot, but the next chapter will dive more into the past, character feelings, and tie things together!

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ALMOST YOURS JJK 5

Mafia! JK x nurse reader

word count: 4.2k

genre: mafia au

warnings: mind control, murder, character death, anxiety, battles/ mafia fights, usual mafia things, mentions of wounds in detail

A/N: unedited, as usual lol. this chapter is a bit of an experimetnal one, possibly will take down and change??? but please enjoy it nonetheless!

SCIAMACHY: a battle against imaginary enemies; fighting your shadow

After dinner at the Lim's, you were left with an empty feeling. They explained the situation- the kidnapping, the party, the explosion, the rescue, everything. And your brain could not comprehend the events that unfolded.

It was strange to have amnesia, again, a solid chunk of time taken from your memory, and you had no way to access it.

You were weary to trust the Lim's. Yes, they have been hospitable and ensured you were treated well in their care, but it was almost too well for someone you just met. But you decided to go along and follow their requests, but you still kept an eye out for anything weird along the way.

Soobin explained his role in Bangtan, he was a spy that was there to collect intel on their moves. He explained the horrid things they did, how they killed relentlessly and with no mercy.

He gave you a rundown on the main seven, and when being shown the photos, you can't help but feel a sense of familiarity to their faces, but maybe it was due to the kidnapping. But what would Bangtan want from you? Perhaps it was your skills. Or something else.

"Y/N?" A knock sounded on your door as you tightened your ponytail. "Are you ready for the debriefing?"

"Yeah!" You called out to Soobin. "Just finishing getting ready. I'll be out in five.”

You straightened your jacket and looked at yourself in the mirror one last time. Opening the door, Soobin stood with a grin. He led the way to the briefing room, and you followed behind.

You didn't want to be doing this, you never wanted to be in the mafia world again, but Bangtan brought you back. Though you don't remember, you heard from the Lim's that they were wanting to hurt you, and you could feel a sense of vengeance brewing. You were back in this world because of them, and they were going to pay for it.

"Welcome everyone! Thank you all for joining. A new member is here today, please welcome Y/N!" People around welcomed you. Your hand raised slightly in response. "Now let's go over our logistics."

You zoned out at this part, none of it concerned you and the lack of sleep was starting to hit.

"Y/N." your name was called which caused you to look up. "You will be training to go against Bangtan and take them out for good."

Take them out for good. They wanted you to kill again.

"I'm not so sure..."

"We will train and see. It is your choice in the end." A lie.

"Now everyone please go to your delegated area. Y/N, you will be coming with me." The room slowly became empty, you stayed in your seat waiting for it to clear out.

"Follow me, I have someone for you to meet." He had his usual grin, but this one was a bit more ominous than the other ones. Despite your hesitation, you followed unknowingly to what would be your demise. The halls were dim, and the walk was short. He knocked on a door and then entered. Stepping in there was a man sitting on chair, his back to you and a cane in hand.

"Sir." Soobin bowed despite his figure being turned around. "She is here."

"Lovely. Thank you, dear Soobin." The man stood up; he adjusted his hat. The cane moved and he followed. Stepping forward he lifted his head and immediately you sucked in a breath of air. Frozen. That's what you were, frozen. Body stuck and mind blank.

"Why do you look so scared seeing your dear uncle?" Leeho looked just like he did all those years ago, but you could see the age settling in.

"What? What is going on?"

"Dear, you didn't think we actually saved you, did you? Still young and naive I see." He began his advance forward and instinctively you took a step back but halted. You can't show him fear. "We got you back because we need you. Moreso, we need the old you."

"No." You shook your head. "No!"

Soobin was quick to grab your arms and another man in the room grabbed you too.

"My sweet killer." Leeho lifted his hand to brush against your cheek. In any other situation this would seem so loving, an uncle and his niece reuniting after many years apart, after thinking each other were dead. But no. This was sinister. This was cruel. This was worse than anything before. "Welcome back."

A syringe entered your neck, and the fluids were being pushed in. Your body started to go numb and then limp within seconds. Soobin and the other man dragged you to the chair, chains and handcuffs being placed on your arms and legs. Oh god it was happening again.

"We have improved our syringes and formula. You are about to become our best secret weapon." Leeho had another syringe and placed it in your arm. This fluid hurts going through your body. You screamed as it made its way through your bloodstream.

The pain, the memories, and the absolute desire to not be alive helped.

It had been a solemn day at the Bangtan manor. Men were still cleaning the explosion and repairing the area that was affected. The smaller organizations were ordered to prepare for anything that may happen.

The main seven resided at their nearby safe house. Everyone there walked on eggshells around Jungkook who spent most of his time training. He would go for hours on end until his knuckles were bleeding and body running on low energy.

He couldn't believe you were gone. He felt so stupid to move away from you, to leave you. He blamed himself that you were gone and that he didn't keep a closer eye on Soobin.

He just couldn't imagine what they were doing to you. He heard of the stories firsthand, and it was gnawing at his soul just thinking about it.

"It's been hours, Jungkook." Namjoon stood against the door frame, hands in his pockets. “You need rest.”

“No, I need to get her back.” Jungkook thew more punches as the bag letting out grunts.

“And you will if you rest. How will you save her if you’re passed out from exhaustion.”

“Do you have any more leads, information, or just anything?” Jungkook ignored him and continued punching.

“We have intel she is in their main facility. No word on what they are planning to do.” Namjoon stepped forward to Jungkook. “But we do have a spy that is trying to get more information. We are preparing for an ambush.”

“When.”

“When we get more information. Still training and looking for more spies in the child organization. If we proceed with this ambush, it would be a select few individuals. I’m going to have a briefing in five. Finish and get there.” Namjoon patted his back.

“I’ll just go now.” He had one last punch and then took the towel from the ground to wipe his face.

“Okay. The boys are already there.” Namjoon took the lead, and they walked in silence to the room.

Stepping in, the atmosphere was rather dark. Everyone there looked distraught and had dark circles under their eyes.

“Welcome everyone. You are all here and probably know why.” Namjoon pulled up a map on the screen. “You are my select individuals to help ambush the Lim’s. Look around and familiarize yourself with the people here.”

Jungkook looked around and saw the main seven, a few of the higher organization leaders, and a few others. Jungkook spotted Mark in the corner of the room- the man whom you spoke to when they captured him.

“What is he doing here?” Jungkook knew you didn’t want him here, he listened to your conversation from that day. “She doesn’t want you here.”

“Doesn’t matter what she wants right now.” Mark was short and didn’t want to fight.

In all honesty, Mark was way in over his head going back to the Lim’s. He, like you, were used for experiments and tested on like their own guinea pig. Though they did not make him do the things you did, the tests didn’t stick in him, and they ended up having him just be like a sidekick for you. Once you escaped, you made a plan for him to leave too, and he did. And he owes you his life for this, it’s the least he could do.

“Right now, we have our own spy in the Lim’s. They are sending information as we speak on the facility in order to make sure this goes smoothly. For now, let’s go over the plan.”

He pointed his lazar at the screen. “The main entrance is where Yeonjun, our spy, will be located. He will hack the system to let the gates open. Cars 1 and 2 will come in from this side. We will let you know which car you are to be in. The right side is where Jungkook, Mark, and Jimin will enter. The left is for Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jin.”

Everyone nodded and Namjoon continued to explain the plan, though Jungkook was barely listening. He was more focused on his own plan; doing anything to save you.

Today was the day, and the Bangtan mansion was in a frensy prepping for the events that are to unfold. Men were running around to fill up the vans and making sure they have everything they need.

"All units leaving in two. Be in your van." Namjoon said over the radio that it transmits to everyone's earpieces. Jungkook was already in the van, he had been prepared since early and even wanted to leave before everyone else but knew he couldn't. Everything had to go as planned today, and one wrong move could be detrimental.

"Units are ready to go." Namjoon spoke again and that is when Jungkook lifted his head. In his van sat him, Hoseok, Jimin, and Mark who drove the van.

"Let's go get her." Mark started the vehicle and Jungkook sat back, fingers dancing along the side of the door.

Jungkook would say he spaced out the whole drive there. He looked outside the window but did not take in any of the scenery along the way. Before he knew it the car halted. It was go time, they just needed the cue from Namjoon.

“We’ll get her, okay?” Hoseok patted Jungkook’s back trying to ease his nerves. Though Jungkook thought he would be holding it in well, the anxiety and pure unease flowed off him.

"Van two and three go." Namjoon gave them their cue and in seconds everyone exited the van filing out. Guns in hand they broke down the side door, eyes focused on any moving target they saw. Jimin led the team, his gun up shooting anyone that stepped in the way. Behind him was Jungkook who both shot and physically fought anyone who got close enough to feel his punch.

"Team spread out and cover each room! She is in one of these units here. Try to not draw too much attention as the main entrance is the diversion for this." Jimin ordered and each man took off accordingly.

Everyone splited up, going into separate rooms. Jungkook scaled the closer ones, Jimin went left, and Mark when right. Hoseok when down to the end of the line and entered each room in haste. Gunshots were flying and men falling each second.

Hoseok rounded the corner and noticed a room with a keypad lock. This had to the be room. Grabbing the man on the ground, he lifted his hand to unlock the keypad.

You were on the other side; the commotion had woken you from your induced state. An IV was entered into your body and you ripped the line from your arm. Your body was wobbly when standing but your mind knew you had to act.

Hanging to the left was a full suit, you were quick to change and noted of all the armor in the hidden pockets. Knives were located around and you held one in your hand. The right door opened and one of the Lim’s men entered with a gun up.

“Give that to me.” He seemed like a younger recruit, and he acted without thinking. He threw the gun at you and both of you entered the spare room, but Hoseok had already managed to open the door. He shot the younger recruit, and you went behind the door cocking your gun.

“Y/N?” The man spoke and you took this as your time to shoot. He was quick to dodge and tackled you to the ground, effortlessly kicking the gun out of your hand. God, you needed to get it together.

Now that you were in close contact with him, you saw him as a member of Bangtan. Bangtan. The name bitter to your tongue and it caused an adverse reaction in your psyche.

“You.” It was pure disgust in your voice. The venom dripped in your statement and caused you to forget the pain, forget the drowsiness, and forget everything you ever knew.

Your mind was in a state of control, and the only thing you could think about was killing this man. It was animalistic the look on your face when you escaped his grasp, reaching for the knife attached to your left thigh. He was quick to dodge your slices, but you managed to knick him a few times.

“What are you doing?!” He did his best to not hurt you in your fight. Gun used as a blunt force device rather than to kill.

You were trained to do this, muscles moving with their own sense of mind.

Hoseok didn’t know how much more he could handle; you were getting pretty good hits on him, and his body was fighting for release.

You were still full of energy and noted his decreased fighting capabilities and decided it was time for the final strike. Your left hand was going for a punch, your right hand drove the knife to enter his middle abdomen. He sucked in a breath of pain, eyes widening and body going still. Your hand twisted and he reached forward to grab your shoulder, fingers digging in begging for release.

You looked into his eyes, the dark orbs in a frenzy staring right back at you. Pain.

Tears wilted up in your eyes as you held the dripping knife in his chest. Your body shook slightly, and lips quivered. Your fingers twitched as you watched his eyes widen even more. A pang of worry washes over your figure as he slips down, body sinking to the ground. His legs spread out and hand reaches to cover yours in his laying position. Your body moves with his never leaving the knife as tears drip to the floor. Droplets mix with blood as you see the man mouth something to you.

"It's ok."

You stayed frozen and all the noise around you became distant. His eyes shut and his hand drops from yours into the pile of blood. Pain.

You were fighting a war within yourself.

"Why does it hurt?" You whispered to yourself as more tears gush out and you're left sobbing like a child. "It hurts so much."

The pain you felt was like never before. Your heart ached and seized. You felt like you were the one stabbed with the knife, and it was entering your body repeatedly. What was even worse was you didn't know why. You didn't know why you hurt so much or why this death caused so much pain. You have killed before, countless times, and never felt this kind of remorse. What was so special about this one? Why was your body reacting in such a way?

"My heart." You cried out while letting go of the knife. You shuffled back away from the now dead body cradling yourself once you were far enough away. Your eyelids fluttered rapidly and panic set in.

"Hoseok-" A different man ran in and paused at the sight of you and the body. Blood. You. Hoseok.

"Y/N?"

His body froze when he saw your back, he knew it was you. His body also froze at the sight of blood.

In a split second you went into action mode. Reaching for another knife in your pocket you lifted it up and then lifted your other arm in a fight stance.

"What? What happened?" He was in shock. By the looks of it, you were the one who killed Hoseok. You were the only one in the room and now you stood ready to fight, but he could tell you didn’t want to. The tears on your face glistened in the lighting. "What are you doing?"

In his state of confusion, you raced forward letting out a battle cry while swinging with all you might. Jungkook's reflexes acted, and he dodged your attack, throwing a punch at your abdomen. The force threw you back and you grunted at the acute trauma. Sucking it up you went at it again, knife swinging and managing to get his arm.

"Snap out of it!" Jungkook knew this wasn't you, it couldn't be you. This was not the Y/N he knew. "C'mon I know you're in there!"

He did his best to act in defense and not hurt you any further. It was hard though, you were fighting with all you might, anger and the emotions were getting to you.

Jungkook didn't know how much longer he could go on, both because he didn't want to lay a finger on you, and he knew he couldn't beat your skills.

You finally managed to get his leg, he cried out at the stab wound and his knee hit the ground. You took this as your chance to kick his chest, the force throwing him down. You were quick to hold the blade over his neck, the sharpest point digging in.

Staring down at him, you paused. Though your hesitation, the pressure of the blade did not falter.

Your features softened and eyebrows furrowed. No matter how hard you tried to drive the blade in, you couldn't do it. Heaving a sigh, the emotions from before began to come back. Why wasn't he fighting anymore like the other guy?

Jungkook realized his fate and decided to take it as it came. He laid limp, body became one with the floor eyes trained on you. To die by your hands was a heavenly way to die in his eyes.

He knew this wasn't you, your hesitation and confusion were proof. He wasn't mad at you. He couldn't be. His eyes ran over your features, his last memory before his last breath and God, he felt like he saw an angle before him. You have always been beautiful to him. From the day you met to now.

"You're beautiful."

Those words had your grip loosen. The knife was no longer piercing, but evidence was there with the small line of blood running down his neck.

Lifting the knife, you stumbled back.

"Jungkook?" You slowly were coming back to yourself. More memories of you and him flooded your mind. "Oh god Jungkook, what did I do?"

You raced forward, ripping off your shirt and then ripping a piece off to tie around his thigh. He grunted at the pressure. "No, no, no. Jungkook I-I'm so sorry." You cried out.

"It's okay." He whispered.

"No, it's not!" You screamed at him. You were in a frenzy trying to put pressure on his wound. "I almost killed you! I- I was used again! I could have killed you and I killed-"

Hoseok. You lifted your hands from his thigh scooting back. You were disgusted with yourself. Utterly disgusted. You sobbed into your hands rubbing your face and then hitting your forehead.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." Was all you repeated with bated breaths.

Jungkook wished he could do more, seeing you like this was worse than any stab could be. He was losing blood fast and he could feel his consciousness wavering.

"Y-Y/N." He got out and you now pulled your attention to Jungkook.

"Let me find the others. Do you know where they are?!"

"Take this." You raced forward to retrieve the earpiece from his hands. You pressed it against your ear connecting with whoever was on the other end.

"Jungkook-"

"Namjoon! We need help. Please, please come please." Each man overheard your voice over the line, a sense of hope washing over their figures.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What’s going on?”

“Please, please come to the right sector, room closest to the middle. We need help!” You pressed your free hand against Jungkook’s wound.

“Jungkook, Jungkook- He is, he is bleeding. And Hoseok- “you looked over and shivers went down your spine. “Just get here!”

You kept the earpiece in and continued to aid Jungkook who kept closing his eyes.

“Don’t you care close your eyes right now. Look at me, hey! Look at me!” You snapped to get his attention and his eyes fluttered at you. “Good!”

He kept his eyes open and began to hum to a melody. It was the only way right now that he could stay awake. He’s done it before, and it keeps him focused on the objective: not dying.

Your eyes watered again, and you nodded your head with a sad smile on your face. Bubble Gum by Clairo, you were familiar with the tune, Jungkook would play it all the time at the office at night.

You hummed with him letting the tears fall onto his shirt. Your head lifted up as you sucked air in. Jungkook’s hand lifted slowly, to reach your hand. The humming continued as shots were still being fired outside the room. You leaned over now, sobbing uncontrollably onto his stomach. His hand moved to your hair as he stroked the ends of your hair, hand barely moving up due to his incapacitated state.

“It’s sad because it just hurts.” You mumbled, like stated in the song because it just hurts. Everything in your body hurts, your mind hurts. You hurt.

Footsteps echoed in the other room, and you shot up with your gun ready. Jimin poked his head through first, gun up as well, but lowered seeing you. You smiled seeing a familiar face, but it soon fell.

A bullet pierced his shoulder, and he flew back lifting his gun to shoot, but not quick enough.

Your body jolted back, vision going blurry but focusing once more when you look down. Blood mixed with Jungkook’s and you felt queasy.

“Y/N!” Jungkook whispered hastily.

In any other situation, being shot in the back would have been worrisome. You would be fighting to keep the blood in, to put pressure. You reached beside Jungkook and lifted the gun.

"I just don't get why Bangtan is trying so hard to save you? Especially Jungkook, to think you were the one who brutally murdered his family." Soobin let out a sinister laugh. "His little brother. Do you remember his screams? That boy pleaded for his life, and you managed to not kill him. Not finish the job. You could never finish the job."

"Shut the fuck up." You shot the gun. Soobin fell to the floor, his head being hit and having an instant death.

The adrenaline was pumping through you, so you barely felt any pain from your open wound, and even then, you were focused on Jungkook.

"What-What did he say?" Jungkook's hearing was not the best at the moment. His senses were fading, and he could only make out a few words.

You on the other hand heard it all, and you forced yourself to forget what was heard in order to stay focused.

"Let's go to the van," Jimin came to lift Jungkook up, but handed you his jacket before leaving. The two of you supported his weight as you navigated out of the building. He notified Namjoon that they got you and are retreating. Guns in hands, you made sure the coast was clear before leaving. Being vigilant, you constantly scanned the area for any threats while Jimin led the way.

"Your shoulder." Jungkook almost whimpered out, his hand snaking around trying to put pressure on it while you walk.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Let's get you back."

"No, you're blee- bleeding."

"I have many times before. I'm okay. Save your energy please." You reassured him once more. The sky was dark, night had fallen but the lights from the mansion kept the pathway clear. The car was not far, and it was easy to transfer Jungkook into the back seat.

Finally being able to sit, your body was reacting to the gunshot wound. Your body was still trying to heal from whatever the fuck they injected in you, and you could feel yourself going into overdrive to keep yourself upright.

"Wait! Hoseok. We need to get Hoseok!" You realized.

"Namjoon is getting him." Jimin put the car into drive and sped down the long pathway.

You were gone, you were gone once more. You were free, but you knew this wasn't the end. You had to do one final thing before leaving this world, you had to kill your uncle and finish what Bangtan had started: Ending the Lims.

ALMOST YOURS JJK- 3

Mafia! JK x nurse reader

word count: 5.6k

genre: mafia au

warnings: fight scenes, slight suicidal ideations (of would rather die than go through something), blood, choking (not the sexy kind), mentions of child exploitation such as forced killing and brainwashing, mafia stuff 

A/N: unedited as always and loosely inspired by Black Widow since I just saw it and loved it, enjoy!

LITOST: A STATE OF AGONY AND TORMENT CAUSED BY SUDDEN SIGHT OF ONE’S OWN MISERY

Do you exist because other people see you, other people know of your presence, or is simply your own acknowledgement of yourself enough to prove you're alive? Is living in the comfort of only yourself enough to provide proof that you are you in this world? Most would say yes, being in your own company is enough, but like Schrödinger's cat, who is to say if you are living or dead if not seen? Of course, you'll know you're alive in that box, and that is enough. But in essence you don't exist, but you do.

You yourself have battled with the idea of this for years. You weren't a nomad living up in the mountains with no contact to humans. You were in the real world by real people, but you also weren't per say living. More so just existing. People know of your existence because they see you, but that is all. If you disappeared one day, they wouldn't bat an eye at your absence, so did you ever exist in their world at all? The thought was depressing but that's what you were going for, being ghost. You didn't want to be known. And that's why you had no friends.

You went to work, came home, ate, slept, and repeated. You didn't go out of your way to meet people, you didn't do anything that would cast attention to yourself. You were a cat in a box leaving people to their own interpretations of you, this is until Jungkook came into your life.

You wanted nothing to do with him at first. He was trouble, but he constantly found his way into your life. At work, walking home, at the store, you name it, and he was there. In the beginning you were annoyed. You ignored him passing in the streets, didn't answer your door, and made sure to always have headphones on you. But as time went on you let him in more and more each day.

He would help you with groceries and would chat with you on your walk home after work. He was a nice guy, surprisingly to you all Bangtan were when you met them. They didn't come off as complete cold-blooded murderers that were ruthless beyond belief. But you also knew what the news said about them. And despite this war inside your mind and the teeter totter of whether Bangtan are humans, you still let Jungkook into your life.

The more you were together, the more you showed him medical practices. At first you just wanted to teach him things and get on with it, have him learn so he would stop coming to you. With time teaching him did work, the calls to save someone's life were less frequent, but today you managed to find yourself at the Bangtan mansion once more.

"So that's it?" Jungkook held the test dummy surveying what he just did.

"Yep. Not the best explanation and certain not the most correct one, but it will work." You had just finished refreshing him on how to stitch up a bullet wound. "Do you have any other questions?"

"Nope." He began to clean up the room and rid of any spare packages. "You know we are having a little party tonight, just Bangtan and our two child organizations. You should come."

"Come to a party? I'll pass." You picked up the last package throwing it in the trash.

"C'mon! It'll be fun! Not that many people will be there, and you can spend your whole night with me." He wiggled his eyebrows at you, and you turned away trying to hide your smile.

"I guess I can come for a little." You raised your finger towards him. "Only a little. After that you drive me home when I say to."

"All right." He agreed. "But tonight's event is formal. I think we should go shopping."

---

Letting Jungkook pick out a dress for you was probably the worst decision you have made in a while. The lack of sleep was getting to you, and when he asked what you wanted on the phone you told him get whatever he wants. When you said that you expected him to bring a cute little black dress that wasn't too high but also didn't sit at your ankles. Just a basic black dress. But no, Jungkook had to bring a dress that was a bit short for your liking and something you would never pick.

"Jungkook I am going to kill you." Your phone was on speaker as you pressed the straightener against your hair.

"Because I found the dress before you? You can take credit if you-"

"No, it's because this dress is like a second skin. Where the fuck did you find something like this?"

"Saw it the other day and thought it would look absolutely dashing on you." You could hear the smirk through the phone, and you wanted to do nothing else but slap it off his face.

"Are you almost here? And if you brought that godforsaken bike of yours, I will actually kill you."

"Don't talk bad about Shelia! And no, I brought the rover. I'll be there in five. Just come out when you're ready." He hung up after that and you let out a sigh of relief. Being on the back of a bike in a skintight dress was not something on tonight's planner for you.

Looking at yourself one last time in the mirror, you took a deep breath and decided to put your hair down last minute. Having it up wasn't something you liked to do, so you quickly pulled the tie out to be more comfortable. At least your long hair could try to cover your breasts that peeked out.

When you peeked out the window you saw a black car in the front of your apartment building on the wet concrete. The rain thankfully stopped from earlier, but the wetness and humidity were proof of its appearance.

You placed your heels on an took a deep breath. You were actually going to a mafia party. You were going to a nice gathering, and you were going to be in the mafia life.

It was scary enough itself being in that house during the day but seeing it at night made you want to vomit, but the knowledge that Jungkook would be there is what made you step out your door and to the car.

"Wow you look-"

"I will kill you." You stepped into the vehicle and made sure to shimmy the dress down so your bare ass wasn't just sitting on the seat.

"Lovely as ever." He chuckled and started to drive.

The ride didn't take long, surprisingly the Bangtan manor wasn't far from your house (you weren't sure at first how far it was due to Jungkook driving like a maniac the other times you've been).

"Ok party's in there." Jungkook was on the other end of your door with is arm out for you to grab. Carefully you grabbed it and your heel clicked on the concrete. "Let's go."

Stepping in was the hardest part. Seeing the mass number of cars outside and people slowly entering was anxiety inducing. You tried to conceal it, but Jungkook couldn't help giving you a few wary glances.

"You'll be by me the whole night. don't worry. Only those who we are close with are coming." He reassured you and squeezed your arm slightly. You gave a tight-lipped smile thankful for his acts. It did calm you down slightly knowing that he would be with you the whole time and you wouldn't be alone.

"Let's party."

---

The night started off fine. You clung to Jungkook's arm like a koala and did not let him leave once. You were glued to him and those at the party noticed the new arm candy that couldn't let go.

"He won't disappear Y/N." Taehyung joked once, and you sent him a glare in response.

The two of you mostly stayed seated. He didn't usually talk to others at these events, and you definitely would not be going around chatting. You both were enjoying the time with each other, and the alcohol had let you let loose. Not only that but it made you realize how hot Jungkook was.

In his black suit he sure did look fucking hot. The material clung to his arms and the toned muscle pulled at the threads. The top button on his shirt was undone slightly exposing his tone chest. His hair was swooped back and held with gel showing off his glorious forehead. You couldn't help but feel hot beside him and squirm a bit when he looked you in the eyes.

"See?" Jungkook had his arm around your chair and his other hand on his glass. "This isn't so bad."

"I guess. This alcohol is great too." You took another sip of your champagne looking around the room. There were people scattered about having their own discussions. Bangtan were scattered around the room and were seen conversing with various others throughout the night.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom." You decide it was time to take a slight break from the gathering and relieve yourself.

"Ok. I'll be here." He gave you silly smile which made your heart do a little dance.

Honestly tonight was weird. You dreaded it for days when he told you about it, but actually being here with him it wasn't awful. Yes, you were on the edge of an anxiety attack every now and then, but when you heard his voice, it snapped you out of it.

The bathroom wasn't too far from where you sat with Jungkook, but it did take a minute to find it. He told you how to get there when he left, but this house is too big that you had to think extra hard on where to go.

Knocking on the door you found that no one was in there and you entered. Looking at yourself in the mirror you can see you face slightly flushed from the alcohol you had earlier, but that happens when even the smallest bit enters your system.

You went to go wash your hands but then the lights went out.

When the lights when out you knew something was wrong. The room was dimmed from the candle in the corner, but it did not light it enough that you could walk clearly. Thankfully, you brought your phone and raised the flashlight.

You could hear boots hitting the hardwood floor outside and you were quick to turn off your light. You did your best to near the door and when you got there you were able to peep through the small window. You were right, people in black outfits stormed in with flashlights that looked to be going towards the main hall.

It was an attack, there was no other explanation for what was going on. You were quick to think and jump into action. There were two people outside that just walked by, with the right timing and precise planning you could take them down. Question was how did you plan to do that in the dark?

And then the lights went on as if God heard your thoughts.

You opened the door and stood behind the two people.

In one swift movement you were able to hit one of the people in the back of the head sending them down. The other one turned towards you, but your leg wrapped around their body, and you flung them on top of the other person. While doing so you grabbed their gun and shot them in the leg. Then you shot the other one in the arm. Finally, you sent a jab to their head with the butt end of the gun.

You were surprised at how easy it was, but you could tell in their movements that they weren't terribly trained. They were sloppy and weren't ready for an attack.

You took the gun in hand and held it up ready to attack anyone who came at you. There was commotion in the main room, but it quieted down soon after. And that's when you heard it, the voice.

The voice that sent shivers down your spine and made needles prick at your skin. You were going to vomit, the taste of bile rising and nausea overcoming you. You dropped the gun out of surprise, and it clacked around on the ground. You were almost about to cry but the shock of it all stopped you from doing so.

In one second, you were sent to the floor knocking out cold, you weren't sure if it was from your utter shock or if someone had landed a hit on you. Either way you didn't care, you just wanted to get out of there and this was the way you went.

---

Your head rested against something soft as your groggy eyes tried to pry themselves open.

"You're awake?" Jungkook was quick to rush to your side as you pushed yourself up to a seated position. You closed one eye as a sharp pain surfaced at your temple. "Thank God."

His strong arms pulled you into a tight embrace, the hug easing the pain.

"What happened?"

"There was an attack. You were knocked out cold on the ground and we found you after we had them flee. Are you okay? There were others around you that were dead." Jungkook looked over your body (despite doing it almost ten times after they first found you, and another 5 once you were in the main room) and you placed your hand on his face.

"I'm ok. I think someone knocked me out. My head is hurting."

"I don't see any acute trauma to your head, but it is possible." Jungkook frowned. "We are almost done here; we are just rounding up men. I don't want to leave you, but I don't want to keep you here. How about I sent you to the infirmary with Sunghoon?"

He whistled and called out for Sunghoon. A young boy who couldn't be older than 18 rushed over ready to assist. "Can you take Y/N to the infirmary? Give her Advil in the second self to the right."

The boy nodded and then bowed before placing his arm out. You hesitantly grabbed onto it but knew that you just wanted to get out of this room.

The walk was quick, and you let the boy go as soon as you got there. You were a nurse in training, you could handle yourself. He had more important matters to go to anyways, and you couldn't stand seeing such a young kid in a place like this.

You took a few Advil hoping it would kick in fast. You also dug around for some anti-anxiety meds. There had to be some here, right? They were a fucking mafia they had to have drugs like that, but you failed to find any. No Xanax, no lorazepam, no other benzenoids in that dainty room.

The panic of earlier and not finding anything was kicking in. You could feel your body going into a state of great panic, your hands were shaky, and your vision blurred slightly.

You killed. well almost. You killed not one person in years but almost had to kill two people tonight. You haven't killed in years. Oh god you almost took another life.

"What have I done." You slowly feel to the ground, hands tugging at your hair with your knees in your chest.

It was around this time when Jungkook came in. He saw your panicked state on the floor and was quick to jump into action. He came to your side and began to whisper softly into your ear trying to calm you down. He didn't touch you until you lunged yourself at him, arms wrapping tightly around his body while tears filled his shirt. He placed soft kisses on your head and just held you.

---

Ever since the party you have been having the same nightmare. It was a replay of the events from that night but the people who attacked had caught you and you had kill more people. It was putting a strain on your mental and physical health.

Last night were one of the worst ones yet and the lack of sleep had caused you to call off work. In doing so, you missed your shift where you knew Jungkook would be wondering where you were.

Jungkook: Hey, you ok?

Jungkook: you're not at work

Jungkook: they said you called off sick, I'll be over soon

He only sent three messages at 10 am when you had finally fallen back asleep. You only saw them when you woke up at 2 pm, just an hour before his shift ends.

You: it's ok. I just didn't sleep well. you don't have to come.

You sent the message slamming your phone against the bed letting out a sigh. Today you wanted to just relax, let your anxiety settle before going on with life again.

You were tossing and turning for the hour before his shift ended and even then, you still struggled with. And then there was the knock on your door. Groggily you trudged to the front door, hands trying to wipe the tired from your eyes.

"Jungkook I told you it-" You faltered in your step slowly stumbling back while holding the door. In front of you was not Jungkook but two men with dark clothes and masks on. "I think you have the wrong house."

You attempted to slam your door shut but a shoe jumped out before you do so. The force of the two men sent the door flying open, the push causing you to fly back and do a back roll on the ground to steady yourself. One knee was place on the ground as your head whipped up to assess the situation. On the right one man stood in a fighting stance while the other was to the left cracking his knuckles.

"I thought I said wrong house." You said again, this time with clear anger laced in your words. One of the men let out a laugh and then found his way to you. He leaned forward extending his arm out to where you jumped back reaching for the lamp beside you. You pulled it from the plug and with all your force you smashed it against his neck. The other man had now leaped for you, and you ducked throwing a blow to his abdomen. Next you sent your leg up which collided with his forearm and then you brought the other one to lace around his neck throwing him down against your glass coffee table. He let out a grunt, head tilting back in pain and shock from the fall.

The other man with blond hair had now pulled out a pocketknife.

"Oh great." You mumbled looking around for an item to grab yourself. With the little time you had as he lunged at you, you managed to grab your spare letter opener that was on the side table.

The blond man slashed his knife at you as you were forced to back up into the kitchen. In a split second he was able to nick your arm and blood began to run down it. Through his mask you could tell he was smiling.

"Ouch." You wiped the spare blood away steadying yourself in a fighting position once more. He dove at you, and you dodged it spinning to be on the other side of his back. You hit him on the neck with your elbow and then sent him to the cabinets with a powerful kick.

"You bitch." He groaned recovering quickly from that hit, spitting blood out in the process.

As you mounted for another attack, you didn't account for the other man to come behind you and hold you down. Your arms were locked together as he pressed you into the countertop to limit your moving space. With the letter opener in hand, you tried your best to swing it around in hopes of hitting him but no avail. He kicked it out of your hand and slammed your head against the table.

"It's nice to see that you can still fight." He chuckled throwing your head down once more. You winced at the blunt force while blood started to run down your forehead. "Such a shame that you'll probably be dead within the next day."

And this was it. You were going to be captured by these men who had some issue with you, who obviously wanted to kidnap you. This would be your life and the only person who would know that you were dead would be Jungkook since you had let him into your tiny box. To the world you would be nothing once more.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that." Jungkook stood in the open doorway with takeout in his hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He had changed out of his scrubs and was seen in similar attire to the men in your house. His hair was disheveled, probably from riding his bike here, and eyes dark.

With their distraction you took this as your moment to get them off you. In a swift movement you smashed the head of the guy holding you down on the table into the marble. The blond man was caught off guard by your leg coming to into contact with his chest throwing him into the refrigerator. At this point the other man had now stood and was about to reach for your hair but Jungkook was quick to stop him and send a forceful punch to his nose. While Jungkook fought that man you continued to fight with the blond man.

"So, we were right." He smirked, bloody teeth on display with extra blood dripping down the side of his face. "You are conspiring with Bangtan. Interesting."

"What?" Jungkook questioned from the other side of the room where he had his forearm up to block a punch. He had been fighting with this man and was watching you from the corner of his eye.

"Don't act stupid we have been watching you." You took this moment to leap forward ready to attack him. He slid to the right avoiding your punch which was received by the refrigerator door. You moaned in pain but were quick to get back into action.

With the commotion going on you were surprised that your neighbors weren't calling the cops or coming to see what was going on. Whenever you played music too loud, they made sure to come and yell at you, but somehow drew the line at 2 men attacking you in your own living room.

You were doing quite well holding him off, that is until he grabbed your kitchen knife and stabbed you in the abdomen. It was hard to go on fighting, but you did your best, but in the end, he managed to get his forearm around your throat. He pulled at your head trying to cut off your air as you thrashed around underneath him to let go. His strength was too much but you tried anyways.

"Y/N!" Jungkook was just about finished with the man on the other side of the room, he held him in a similar position to you. In seconds, the man fell unconscious at Jungkook's feet, and he jumped over the countertop tackling the man to the ground. You were released but the lack of air and stab wound started to make you queasy. You did your best to stay conscious, but the lack of blood was starting to worsen.

"Y/N stay with me, ok?" Jungkook loomed over you, hands pressing into your wound to lessen the blood flow. Your head weakly nodded but right after that you dozed off.

---

The first thing you felt was pain. There was a stabbing pain in the left side of your stomach and throb in your head. Your arm was slightly numb too and your whole body ached.

The next thing you felt was panic. When your eyes opened, you noticed that you were not familiar with this place. You were in a random bed with random walls and random dressers. The room was clean, almost too clean from the looks of it. Everything was polished and a minimalistic white. Looking down though all you saw was red. The sheets you were on were stained red. The bandage around your side was red. It was all red. And that sent you into a second wave of panic. The third wave of panic was when you tried to move your hands.

When you tried to sit up, there was a tug at your wrists sending you to fly back down against the sunken pillows. The blood was still fresh and the feeling of it against your skin made you grimace. Looking down you notice there were handcuffs that restricted you to the bed. They were too tight around your wrist, and you could feel pain from when you tugged at it before.

"You're awake." A cold voice echoed from the open door to the left. Your head turned to be faced with Jungkook who had his hands placed in his pockets and a sulked face. He looked beyond tired; you could tell even in the dim lighting. He must have patched you up after the attack.

You only nodded unsure of what to take from this situation. Did they find you out?

"I'll go get the others." Was all he said before he left leaving you alone in the sad room.

The dynamics between you two felt like it had shifted. You wanted to excuse it for him being tired, but your gut was telling you otherwise. It was strange and the while the previous anxiety had faded, a new one arose.

It took a few minutes for seven men to file in the room one by one. Their eyes were heavy and had a similar distaste as Jungkook's from earlier. The silence was deafening, and the tension grew by the second.

"You are probably confused right now," Namjoon finally spoke as he rested against the chair placed in the middle, "You were attacked at home, as you probably know. Jungkook took out the men, well man, but Jungkook brought up and interesting fact after he stitched you up. You were one the other one who took out one of the men."

You froze at his words. During the attack you didn't account for the fact that after there would be a possibility of being questioned about your ability to fight, more specifically your ability to fight trained fighter in the mafia.

"Yeah," You began trying to think of what to say, "I took self-defense classes two years ago."

"Self-defense doesn't teach enough to dismantle mafia members, specifically trained force members." Jimin, who had recovered smoothy, spoke up, "They were basically the best of the best in the Kang mafia. A normal person like you wouldn't be able to take them down.

"Which leads us to this question: who are you?" You gulped at Namjoon's words despite your efforts to hide the surprise and unease at his question.

"What do you mean? I'm Y/N Kim. I'm a uni student that works at the hos-"

"No, we mean who you really are." Jungkook, who was sulking in the corning this whole time with his arms crossed, came forward into the light. "Who are you miss Y/N. What have you been hiding from us?"

"You asking this could mean you already know or you're going to torture it out of me even if I seem convincing." You knew the mafia tactics. They would start by asking a question, they may know it and if they do, they are testing if you'll lie, or they are asking and then will force the truth out of you.

"You can fight and are smart." Namjoon continued. "Your records from age eighteen and younger are erased, you came out of nowhere, the Kangs think you are associated with us, the list goes on and on. So, it's your choice, tell us who you are, or we will get it out of you."

"I don't know what you are talking about." You continue to lie, you couldn't expose yourself, you didn't want to take that chance. "I told you who I am why won't you-"

"Stop lying." Jungkook spoke, his voice harsh.

"I-I," You didn't know what to say or what to do.

"Hello Ms. L/N." Namjoon stood from his chair shoving it to the side with a bit of annoyance. "Welcome to the Bangtan manor. I hope it is as good as the last one you stayed at, the Lim's."

Silence. You did nothing at first when Namjoon spoke of your last name. You haven't heard it in years and almost forgot what it sounded like.

L/N.

It made your skin crawl at the mention of it, when it fell from the tip of his tongue your body shuttered with unknown fear. The fear rose in the back of your throat, a gag noise coming out, as the seven men stood around you. Vomit. You threw up all over yourself, nasty vomit fell from your leg to the side of the bed falling to the floor. You didn't know it, but you were crying. Fat tears spilled from your swollen eyes and snot gathered at your chin. You were a crying mess. The memories were coming back.

"This wasn't supposed to happen! I was never supposed to be back in this life!" You cried out. "Please don't make me relive this nightmare again."

With pleading, blurry eyes you looked at the seven men in the room hoping for one last act of kindness. They were confused to say the least.

Their first reaction to hearing of your real past was that you were a spy. You somehow infiltrated their sector and were there to keep tabs, and even helped assist with the recent attack. Though it was plausible, the entirety of it was flawed. First, you were dead. At least records show that you should be dead. Died in a horrible car crash that ended up in a lake. You were never searched for as enforcement was never contacted. Second, the Kangs were looking for you. They must have found out you never truly died and wanted to find you somehow. Third, it just didn't seem right. You were not the type of person they were, you couldn't be, but somehow you were.

"We don't plan to kill you." That comment should have relieved you. You aren't going to die! How lucky you are to be spared. Of course, you weren't being spared. Probably just sent back to the Lim's or stuck with Bangtan to go through the same trauma.

"Kill me." You deadpanned, tears stopping for a moment as the horror set it. "Kill me right now. Right fucking now! Kill me!"

"Y/N, what?" Jungkook was hurt finding out about you, but seeing you here now he hurt in a different way.

"Don't send me back. Kill me. You can't send me back."

"My uncle, Leeho was in the mafia, part of the Lim's. My father never knew Leeho was in it, Leeho was good with secrets. I always knew something was off though. Horror shows excited him and not in the horror fanatic type way. In a really fucked up type way. I was never close to him due to that." You paused preparing yourself for the next statement.

"When I was five my family was brutally murdered. I was out at a friend's when it happened. My uncle was the first to take me in and disappeared with me. He brought me into the mafia world. Thought that I could be the one to seek revenge on my family. I was trained in combat and weapons. By the age of twelve I was a master killer that could take down men twice my size. I had aim that would be Olympics worthy and were like those of CIA agents. To get there I was tortured, abused, manipulated, forced to endure endless pain daily."

The room was silent, and you were surprised at how calm you were telling this to them.

"When I turned thirteen, I was completely manipulated and under a mind control. I did what I was told with no questions. I was psychologically fucked. When I turned eighteen, I had a mission with my uncle and when I almost had to kill a little boy, I realized how fucking awful what I was doing was. I thought it was normal, or I toned out my distaste for it. Either way for a solid part of my life, I killed with little remorse. That day, I gained it back and decided to do something. After we left, I had the plan to drive us off the cliff. My uncle passed but the bastard had it coming. I made it out and ran away. I found my way here thinking I would never see anyone from the mafia world again but then I found Taehyung..."

Now tears slightly brimmed from your eyes.

"Please don't send me there. Kill me. They will torture me endlessly."

Jungkook was silent and felt like throwing up. You didn't go into detail of what happened, but he can only imagine what they have done to you. They were ruthless, bloodthirsty, and absolute psychopaths.

"We won't" He spoke up, hand reaching for yours. "I won't let you go back."

Oh wow! I sent in my earlier ask before realizing there was another chapter out!

Makes sense now that it was his brother, since they are similar ages. Now I am scared it’ll be hard for him to get over the fact that she killed his family. I hope his little brother is okay!!

Maybe this will be like the Winter Soldier and people need to remember she was drugged and mind controlled.

I am super sad about Hobi thought. It was heartbreaking to read how both Hobi and JK were trying to fight her but not injure her. Sucks that she was not her true self to understand what was happening 😭

i posted after your ask was sent!

but i do have many ties to marvel universe so we will see 👀👀

and yes they didn’t want to hurt oc since they knew it wasn’t her truly, jk especially due to knowing more about her past

thank you for reading and let me know if you want to see anything/ have any critiques! :))

ALMOST YOURS | JJK PT 4

nurse reader! x mafia jungkook

SYNOPSIS: As a struggling college student that is top of the class and a shoe in for future jobs, helping a gang member on a trip home was not what you expected to be doing. But after helping said gang member, you are pulled into their world after finding out you work with Jungkook, youngest in the gang and possibly the most dangerous. But is this your first time in the mafia world? Is Jungkook the only one with secrets?

WARNINGS: violence, amnesia, usual mafia things. descriptions of fights

WC:3.2k

A/N: hello! Long awaited update! sorry this is not that good and i have not edited so don’t mind errors. :)

OBLIVION: THE STATE OF BEING UNAWARE OF WHAT IS HAPPENING TO YOU

It wasn't like you expected it to happen. Like most things you aren't sure of its outcome. What would life be if you were to know every ending to every beginning, if you were to be able to predict the future and act accordingly?

Of course, we all wish for this ability but that unfortunately just isn't the case, but perhaps if you had been able to you would have seen yourself standing in the large workout room.

Loose sweatpants hung on your waist and a large t-shirt sat on your shoulders. Your hair was up in a ponytail with baby hairs poking through.

"Are you ready to start?" Jungkook stood in front of you, hands on his waist and hair down in front of his eyes.

"No." You deadpanned, fingers curling over the end of your shirt.

"I expected so." He sighed. "But we have to do this you know?"

And yes, you did have to. You must because you weren't able to see the future that would come from helping a stranger on the street and befriending your co-worker.

"First let's just do some stretches, get loose." Jungkook started to do some stretching and you stood for a moment before realizing that you should follow.

You bent to touch your toes and after brought your hands up to stretch your back. You bent down again and continued to get loose.

"You're quite flexible." Jungkook commented when you went down to go into the splits.

"We had to be." You whisper leaning further into your split. Jungkook looks away from you, hands fidgeting trying to think of what else to say.

"Ok I think stretches are all good. What do you want to start with? Some light boxing? Maybe some sparring?"

"Let's keep it light, I haven't done a lot of stuff in a while."

"Ok, cool. Let's just do some simple technique punches." Jungkook held his hands out and you followed.

"Are we going to keep dancing or are you going to hit me?" Jungkook poked the tongue against his cheek at your words and he lunged forward. You dodged it easily and threw a punch which he also managed to dodge. You spun around and sent an elbow to his back then you turn back around kicking his gut. He grabbed your leg trying to make you fall, he hit your leg and you let out a grunt of pain.

"Sorry!" In his moment of weakness, you were able to pull yourself closer to him and spiral around him, his grip on your left leg loosening so you were able to swing around and throw him down.

"I'm sorry!" You rushed over to him.

Once you reached him, he tugged you down and held you in a straddle, arms pinning yours down.

"You asshole!" You thrashed around trying to get loose, but he gripped tigher giving a slight smirk.

Looking down he loosened his grip but kept his eyes on you, his demeanor softening, "You look really pretty right now."

You froze staring into his eyes and then peeking down at his lips. He did the same, but you quickly pushed him off letting out light coughs.

"I have to use the bathroom."

"Can you do that move?" Hoseok pointed at the screen, eyes shifting from you to the movie waiting for a response.

"Yeah, I think so." You threw a piece of popcorn into your mouth watching Black Widow on the TV screen in the common room.

"What about that one? Ouch- the one where she swings her body around and- get him, get him! Oh, that one's cool. Can you teach me that?" Hoseok kept making comments about the movie that caused you and Jungkook to chuckle.

Hoseok was sitting on the floor with Yoongi next to him and you were on the sofa leaning against Jungkook.

It was movie night and Black Widow seemed to be the consensus for everyone. You were slightly apprehensive about watching it, you knew the basis of it and it felt too close to home. Jungkook made sure to confirm it was ok with you before, to be exact he asked around 14 times before the movie actually started.

"You doing okay?” His eyes fluttered down to your lax figure.

"Yeah." You ran your hand over him for a second. "I'm good."

His eyes turned to crescents, and he was about to say something else when the door busted open. Taehyung staggered in, hand wrapped around his arm and blood smearing down his face.

"What the fuck-"Jungkook and Hoseok were quick to get up racing over to Taehyung who held the door for the next person.

In walked Yoongi holding a man with his left arm. He too had blood that ran down his face.

The man in his hold wiggled around, kicked, fought, screamed. He was struggling to get out of the cuffs and kept asking for the bag to be taken off his head.

"Who is that?" You asked absentmindedly and received no response.

"Who the fuck is this?" Jungkook asked.

"This punk is a part of the Lims. Tried to kill us, sick bastard." Yoongi threw him towards the wall in an attempt to calm him down.

"Someone from the Lims was ballsey enough to just try and kill you out of nowhere?" You followed them watching how the person moved. It wasn't like how someone from the Lims would move. It was sloppy.

"I mean we haven't checked his tattoo-"

You stepped forward ripping the cloth material from the male's head. He shook his hair around and paused when he saw you.

"Y/N."

"You know this kid?" Yoongi held his grip.

"Mark? What are you doing here?"

"I came to get you. I thought that they kidnapped you."

"Why would you come get me?"

"Because the Lims are after you again." He looked down mentioning the Lims.

"Can you guys untie him? I want to speak with him for a moment." You tugged your sleeves down tugging your bottom lip into your mouth.

"Yeah, yeah." Taehyung reached for his switchblade and sliced the zip ties and many ropes letting Mark's hands come free.

You tilted your head to the garden exit and began walking. Mark followed behind and the others watched closely.

"How have you been?" He rubbed his wrists trying to stifle a grimace at his open cuts.

"You didn't come here to ask me I've been. Why the fuck are you here?"

"I told you; I came because Bangtan-"

"Mark.” You paused shoving your hair behind your ear. “Why are you back in the mafia world? You got out. Stay out."

"I can't just let the Lims get you." He held sincerity in his eyes as they glanced at the moon.

"You didn't feel that was the first time they got me." You whispered. "Just go."

You turned away and walked inside not saying a word to any of the men that stood around in fear of what you would do when angry.

Leaving the manor was a lot harder than you expected. With all the cameras, alarms, and surveillance you were almost positive that you would not make it out, but here you are.

You just wanted to go on a walk, you wanted to get out of the house for just a moment to be alone. But anytime you try to leave the house you almost set of fifty alarms.

It took hacking into the system (sorry Yoongi) to disarm the exit to where the manor exited to a small body of water. Around it was shrubs and small wildlife that scurried around.

You sat on a rock throwing stones in the pond waiting for one to skid.

"You know we get alerts when the system gets disarmed right?"

"Yeah, but I turned those off too." You knew it was Jungkook, he approached slowly with muddy boots and a blanket in hand.

"I know." He chuckled nearing the rock plopping himself down.

"Then how did you know I was gone?" You faced him with a few rocks in hand.

"I had a feeling you would try something. Call it intuition." He spun the blanket around your body wrapping it around your shoulders. "You know it's cold out, right?"

"I know." You hummed. "Why are you in the mafia?"

Jungkook was a bit taken aback by your question. It was a strange one and one that he was not expecting to have to answer.

"What?"

"Why the mafia? You don't seem to be forced to be here, you aren't ruthless, so why the mafia?"

"Well. Namjoon saved me, like actually saved me." He sighed, recounting his past was something he didn't do often.

A therapist would tell you to do shadow work, speak to your younger self and relive the moments that hurt you the most. Jungkook did none of that. Similar to you, he erased his past before he met Namjoon.

"My parents were killed by the Lims."

"How old were you?"

"I was eleven." He huffed. "I was supposed to die too, but Namjoon saved me. He raised me. And now I'm here."

"By vengeance or appreciation?"

"Both. Vengeance for my family to kill the sick fuck that killed them. Appreciation for Namjoon saving me."

"Hmm." You hummed tugging your lip into your mouth.

"How fucked the world is huh?"

"Yep." His foot tapped against the ground, he hoped it would show anxiety or restlessness, but you caught on to the fact that it was because he was freezing.

"C'mere." You held your arms open wide signaling for a hug. He cocked an eyebrow at you but slowly moved closer to your warm body. "This blanket is so soft.

"Mhm." He nuzzled his head into your shoulder breathing in.

"You were so strong, Jungkook. I hope you know that. Your parents know that."

He only nuzzled his head further trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill out. He hasn't been held like this, listened to like this, since he last saw his mother.

"You are too." He lifted his head up to look you in the eyes. "My god you are one of the strongest people I know. I am so sorry you had to go through all of this... this shit."

"Shh." Tears poured down his face, you don't even think he noticed the hot stream spilling out.

"I won't let them get you. Not again."

You woke up the next morning with a slight cough and a cold feeling still in your body. Last night you had sat with Jungkook in silence for God knows how long.

"What's this?" When you left your room to get a nice warm cup of tea you saw various men walking around with tinsel, lights, and boxes of hot chocolate.

"Jungkook didn't tell you?" Hoseok lowered the greenery so you can see the top of his head. "Our annual Christmas party is coming up!"

"You guys throw a Christmas party?" You cross your arms in fascination seeing this mafia man hold Christmas decoration.

"Yep. Our leaders of the Child gang come for this more personal one and then we hold one for all the child organizations and our main organizations."

"Sounds fun." You reach out to grab one of the vines. "How can I assist in decorating?"

"Want to help me hang this above the door?"

"Of course!"

Feeling the tinsel was a foreign thing, putting it up was another unfamiliar thing. It had been years since you decorated, let alone celebrated for Christmas. When you went with your uncle there were no celebrations, at least none they would let you go to.

After that Christmas became sort of bitter for you, the decorations and 'Happy Holiday's' bitter in your mouth. It burnt your tongue wishing people a Merry Christmas like the hot chocolate families drank around the fire. Christmas was a holiday you forgot but wished you didn't.

"I haven't decorated for Christmas in so long. Forgot how good it felt to do this." You mentioned as you finished hanging up the last of the lights around the room.

"It's great isn't it!" Hoseok had glitter all over him and you couldn't help but laugh at the shiny specks all over his all-black outfit.

"When is the party?"

"Tonight." Jungkook had entered the room with a bunch of presents in his hand. "I got you a dress to wear, it's on your bed."

"If it is anything like that other dress, I will kill you."

"Trust me, it's better." He smirked and you ran to your room.

And Jungkook wasn't wrong when he said this dress was better. It did cover your ass and was not too low cut, however, the problem was with how it looked.

It was Mrs. Claus outfit, a red dress with a white rim and black buttons.

"You can't just get a normal dress for me?"

"Nope." Jungkook held a smug look on his face while brushing down his coat. He wore a black jacket with an undershirt that was red like the color of your dress.

"Classy." You shoved him while the two of you entered the main room where the other boys were in the circle talking.

Namjoon had called for an emergency meeting to discuss the upcoming party.

"Thank you all for coming. I was not going to do this tonight but with it just being the executives of each gang I thought it would be good to discuss now. There seems to be a spy in one of our child organizations. They are wanting to start a coup."

"Do you have any ideas who is the spy or who is leading this?" A classic rebellion always has a soundproof leader. Often hard to find and someone that would never be expected.

"Soobin or Hueining Kai, the oldest or youngest in the top 5." Jimin answered while turning the steering wheel. "And of course, some of the lower recruits."

"Yes, we suspect one of those two. Please just keep a close eye on any of the younger leaders at this time. Try to find anything suspicious. Taehyung will be leading the investigation tonight so if you see anything strange let him know."

Hearing the noise outside Namjoon clapped once, "Looks like they arrived early so let's get this party started!"

You all filed out of the room, and you strayed behind thinking about the situation he just described.

"You coming?" Jungkook stood by the door as it shut.

"I should talk to each of them. I'm new, maybe I can spot who is acting weird. I'm also trained in reading people too." You stood up brushing down your dress. "Additionally, pretty girls make any man fold."

"Very true but you don't need to get involved. Taehyung's got this." He pushed the door open holding it for you as you ducked below his arm.

"It's ok-"

"Nice to see you, Namjoon." A boy with fluffy brown hair held his hand out and four other men, though you would barely consider them men seeing how young they were, populated behind him. "Welcome back."

"You too, Soobin." Namjoon shook his hand and then greeted the others. They all made it down the line until the boy from earlier named Soobin reached you.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Soobin." Soobin, the boy who Namjoon said to be weary of.

"I'm Y/N." You shook his hand trying to read him in any way possible, He was nice, his aura was naturally charismatic and soft in nature. He seemed like a genuine person that was not meant for this type of life, but those people tend to be the most dangerous. HIs grip on your hand was not too powerful, at least not at first. It was gentle how he caressed your hand, eyes peering into yours intensely. A smile grew on his face and when you tried to pull away, he only held on tighter, making his grip stronger.

"You can let go now." Your eye squinted a little when his smile dropped. He waited a second before lowering his grip.

"Right. My apologies." He bowed and then stepped away.

"I don't like him." You whispered to Jungkook as the two of you reached the table to sit down.

"You and me both." He chuckled pulling out your chair. "Just be civil tonight, ok? I'll be back."

He stepped away leaving you alone at the table swirling your cup of champagne. There was a decent number of people there, none that you wanted to talk to at that moment. So, you sat alone waiting for Jungkook, or any of the Bangtan boys, to make an appearance.

Though the wait was short lived when a loud explosion came from the corner.

Your ears rang as you looked around in the haze of smoke reaching for something, anything in your vicinity but there was nothing but rubble.

"Jungkook!" You screamed out, hand grabbing for the gun in your waistband raising it up. The smoke was starting to clear, and you could see the people on the ground having a full-on blood bath. Men and boys shot, slashed, punched, kicked, fought each other mercilessly.

You kept searching for any of the Bangtan boys, but they must have been mixed in the large crowd.

"This is all your fault you know." A voice appeared beside you, and you jumped back with your gun up.

"What are you talking about?" You looked deep into Soobin's dark eyes.

"They are all going to die because you," He stepped closer and you retreated back almost tripping over a body, "couldn't fucking face your past. You couldn't come back and fight the Lims. And now everyone you know, and love will die."

"No." You shook your head. "No. Shut the fuck up."

"Sweet dreams little swan." A blunt hit to your head and you were out like a light.

"I think she's waking up." Your eyes fluttered lightly trying to adjust to bright lights around you.

"Y/N? Are you awake?" You see a blurred figure leaning over you snapping his fingers. Once your eyesight has focused you were quick to jump up and throw the man to the ground. In the process you found his gun lifting it up to face him and the other three people in the room.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"The ones who saved you." The man below you held his hands up, eyes never leaving the gun.

"From what?"

"Bangtan. They tried to kill you."

"Bangtan?" The name sounded familiar off your tongue. Your head started to have intense pain; you squinted your eyes trying to subside the pain.

"You hit your head pretty badly in the explosion. We are here to help you. You are one of us after all."

"One of what?" You looked around at the four men looking down at you.

"Apart of the Lims. I'm Soobin. It seems you lost your memory." He lifted his hand to reach yours that held the gun. Soobin... that did sound familiar. 

"What?"

"I know it's a lot of information but please rest." He took the gun from your hands and brought you to stand. "We can discuss everything over dinner."

Soobin turned away with a grin on his face. Time for phase one to commence.