Everything Happens For A Reason. The Reason Was Greed Selfish Hearts And Cruel Handsthe Reason Was Apathy

❝  everything happens for a reason.  ❞ the reason was greed        selfish hearts and cruel hands the reason was apathy        bloody skin and bruised heart  and if i decide to bite back?        bare my teeth and shatter the destroyers  will my reason be good enough too?

What if... the guys were the detectives, and you were the kingpin? | BTS OT7 au

So this au is based off our little love where the roles are reversed. This started out as my favourite chapter ever but omfd did it get long, this is the longest chapter I've ever written. DISCLAIMER: This is fiction, the morals in this story are off by 100s, even if they are funny

Warnings: (soft) Yandere, blood, guns, death, violence, corruption, stalking, unhealthy obsessions, suggestive shit, crime, (I swear it’s lighthearted…) 13K words

Playlist: Lilith - Halsey, Lighthouse - Halsey, Infinity Piano Version - Jaymes Young

Captain Namjoon, Detective Hyung line, Officer Maknae line

From the corner of your eyes you see them in the flanks of your men, you have to stifle a smirk but it finds its escape anyway. Did they really think you couldn’t recognise them? How cute… it was almost endearing, the way Seoul’s police force were obsessed with you. Did they think you didn’t know about their little task force specifically made for you? Did they not think you knew exactly who was on it, you’d seen seven faces following you everywhere, you even spoke to some of them on occasion, did they really think you were this dumb?

You ran an entire empire in this country, by yourself, the kingpin of Seoul, of the whole nation. You don’t know whether to be insulted or not, they must know you’ve caught on to their little game. But that was fine, of course you’d play.

You’re barely listening to your men give you status reports on their areas of your syndicate, eyes staring at the two undercover policemen in your ranks with a grin. What were these two called again? Ah, that was it, Detective Kim Seokjin, and Officer Kim Taehyung.

Well, you wanted my attention boys, you now have it.

You notice them try not to shuffle under your gaze, and you wonder whether they’re sweating under the collars of their shirts. Really, they could’ve done a better job of disguising themselves, one leather jacket over a shirt really wasn’t going to cut it, even if you had no clue who they were.

Their demeanour on the other hand, the way they played it so cool while your eyes never wavered away from them, that was impressive. Really you were surprised they let an officer join the detective in this sting operation, surely he was far too inexperienced to be able to pull this off.

You can see the determination he has written on his face to hold your gaze. You decide he’d be the one you broke first.

—

“Boss, you wanted to see us?” Taehyung says wearily looking at Jin as they enter your chambers. The younger of the two audibly gulps at the sight of you, but not in fear.

“Ah, Jin and V, right?”

You watch his tongue slip out of his mouth for a second when you turn around to greet them. His mask broke the moment he saw you in your nightgown, the way the lace hugged your chest and your waist tight under the silk robe. His eyes were unable to tear away from checking you out. The older of the two at least looked a little more composed, but the top of his ears were becoming redder the more he took in the sight. Both their eyes glaze over as you strut towards them, and you could see the signs of them trying to regain control over themselves. Well, that was flattering.

“Take a seat boys,” you command with an unwavering smile. “I don’t have any alcohol, but I can ask Kai or Suho to bring some for you if you’d like.”

They watch you pour yourself a drink from the crystal decanter, hesitating to sit on the loveseat sofa in your chambers. Your bedroom was the size of an apartment, every item inside worth over thousands, if you even bothered to pay for it.

“We’re okay boss,” Jin replies for the two as you sit across from them in your own seat, a glass coffee table between you. He tries not to let his gaze wander to the way the black material slips up your thigh, staring directly into your own eyes instead. “What did you need?”

“I meet everyone who has to work for me,” you explained after a sip of your beverage. “See if they’re the real deal, make sure they’re competent, I’ve got a business to run boys, think of this as your interview.”

Well this was unexpected for them, you watch as they try to hide the panicked light in their eyes as they turn to each other, but you misread the sign. From where you were sitting you deduced that they were afraid of being caught, but you couldn’t hear their thoughts; they were afraid you were going to send them away, or worse, not like them.

“Where have you worked before?” You ask without hesitation, stare firm and calculating.

“Overseas,” Jin responds immediately. “We’ve worked in China with Jackson’s lot.”

“I know Jackson,” you say with a smile that sours their demeanour. “I’ll verify you both with him, good excuse to catch up over dinner.”

Again there was a misunderstanding behind the meaning on your part, you think you’ve caught them in a lie, and you have, but they didn’t like the way your face lit up at the mention of another man. They didn’t know you and Jackson were close, maybe it was time to get in contact with the overseas forces and put that to an end.

“Okay next question,” you clap your hands together as you speak. “If I asked you both to dispose of a body, what would you do?”

You lean your elbow on the siderest of the couch, resting your face in your hand while you wait expectantly for their answer.

“Cut-”

“Not you,” you interrupt Seokjin, pointing a finger at him before sliding it over to aim at Taehyung. “Him.”

They’re both surprised but not put off, you ponder over their knowing smirks, finding the sight slightly macabre. Maybe it wasn’t the right question to ask, they’re police after all, they would have seen a hundred bodies and a hundred different ways the deed was done and disposed of.

“I-”

“Next question,” you cut them off again to their disbelief. “You’re taking too long to answer.”

“My shipment is off by hundreds, you accepted the paperwork, how do you make up for the missing inventory?”

That one has them thinking, frowns deepening as their fingers fumble together. Got you, the smirk on your face widens as seconds pass but you school it back to stern.

“Maybe you’re both not as experienced as you say,” you dismiss them with a flick of your hand. “In that case I don’t think I’ll be needing either of your services.”

“No boss!”

You jump at the sudden outburst, you almost have to wire your jaw shut with how badly it wants to fall when the younger of the two slides off the seat onto his knees, crawling towards you in desperation.

“We can learn, we can do better,” Taehyung grovels, head bowed as even Jin watches in surprise.

“We only want to please you,” he says before he kisses your feet, smirking at the way you shudder but he quickly repaints his expression before looking up at you with devotion in his eyes. You had to hand it to him, he was a good actor, you felt compelled to believe him. This was probably why he was picked to infiltrate you. “Don’t send us away, we’ll do whatever you want.”

Your nails scrape the fabric of the sofa when he places pecks to the exposed skin from your ankles to your thighs, stopping just above your knee, a pleasant hum in his throat before he decides that was his favourite spot, letting himself kiss that part again and again.

Jin shakes his head but wears a proud smirk on his face that disappears before you can look at him and blow his cover. He had to credit Taehyung, using the situation to his advantage, anything to get you closer, anything to have you within reach.

You finally snap out of it when you relearn how to breathe, hand grasping his hair as you gently pull him away from grovelling on his knees. He tries to rub his cheeks on your skin, a whine released from his lips as he looks up at you like you took away his favourite toy.

“Are you trying to seduce me?“ you ask airily, unwilling to admit he had an effect on you despite the signs you couldn’t hide.

He shakes his head even though it’s a lie, hands squeezing your thighs as they grab them as if to convince you. It takes everything in his willpower not to rub them up and down while you sat like this, let them slip under the fabric of your nightgown, it was so thin, but he wasn’t complaining. The others were going to be so envious.

“Go sit back down on the chair, V,” you order in a neutral tone, eyes narrowing in distrust. The way you say his undercover name makes him panic, why did you say it like that?

Begrudgingly he does as he’s told, eyes on you like a puppy but it only irritates you because you know it’s a farce.

“Let’s end this game here, okay?” You huff out annoyed, partly at yourself for entertaining them at all, mostly because they had somehow crawled under your skin in a very short amount of time and you didn’t like it, not that you were going to admit to anything at all.

“What game?” Jin asks, confused.

“Do you really think I didn’t recognise you both?” Honestly the situation was just so stupid it had you laughing out loud.

Taehyung’s jaw drops in complete stupor, you knew who they were? There was no way you could-

“I mean what was the plan here Detective? Get close to me, get all my secrets, I mean the seduction tactic is a little overplayed isn’t it? Did you really expect me to fall for it?”

They both look a little uncomfortable being called out, and for the third or fourth time that night you misread the signals again. In a nutshell, yes, that was exactly what they wanted, it was the first step in Namjoon’s masterplan to get closer to you without you shooting them.

“If you knew why didn’t you have us killed?” Jin asks, eyes piercing into you as if that would bring him answers.

“Because you’re harmless,” you reply with a tone that was a little mocking. “You and your taskforce, believe me if I thought you were an issue, you’d be long gone.”

Your grin grows for a moment as you let your words sink in, but their reaction has it faltering.

“Harmless?” Jin chuckles, finally breaking into a smile that made you try not to think about how attractive he was, those plump lips framing his teeth, how good they would probably feel on your skin… shit, did someone spike your drink or something? Where were these thoughts spawning from?

“You’ve had plenty of opportunities to take me down,” you respond with a frown, eyes narrowing on the two laughing figures. “But you haven’t, I suspect it's due to a lack of competence.”

You try turning the tables around with that insult, sneer on your lips before you down the drink in your hands. You knew this feeling creeping up from your fingers to your chest, you were losing control of the situation, but you didn’t exactly know how.

“Love,” Taehyung calls for your attention with his own grin, the boyish needy attitude dropped, it wasn’t going to work this time so what was the point. You hate to admit you don't dislike the sound or the name when it came from him. “Did you think for a second that maybe we were the ones that let you get away with everything you’ve been up to?”

They see the shock on your face, finding the sight of you taken back alluring. Oh their little love, you had no idea what they were capable of.

“Why would you do that?” All playfulness was gone from your tone as you demanded an answer, trying not to show that they were starting to intimidate you. You liked knowing things, it made you in control of every situation, it was why you didn’t drink , not a drop, you were always the one in power in the room… this was unknown territory and you didn’t like it.

Taehyung hums as if in thought or agreement, the sound is deep, it reverberates into your soul like a vice or an embrace, you just couldn’t tell which yet.

“Why indeed,” he smirked as he spoke, the pair of them standing to make their leave. That was the end to their operation, and yet they were almost happy it failed, it meant they got to have this conversation with you, no fake identities or personas needed.

“You’re a clever girl, little love,” Jin’s face was nothing but amused. “You’ll figure it out.”

—

“You both are back very early,” Hoseok frowns as the two undercover agents return to the precinct bullpen. “You realise infiltrating a syndicate means you can't come back and visit?”

“She caught us,” Jin laughs as his team's brows furrow in worry.

“She knew who we were,” Taehyung bares his teeth in his boxy grin, looking like a delighted kid who just got given ice cream. “Spotted us straight away.”

Given the situation, he should not be looking so proud… but the five men sitting at their desks relax at his words, their faces turn almost giddy.

“She’s paying attention,” Namjoon smirks, nodding as the information runs through his mind.

“She’s noticed us,” Jimin shyly smiles, blush creeping onto his face at the thought of you seeing him when he had to tail you. You didn’t put a bullet through his head, that must mean something right?

“And she hasn’t killed us…” Yoongi's words mirror Jimin’s thoughts, looking pleasantly surprised. Out of all of them he was the most sceptical of their ideas, surely a big bad lady boss like yourself would catch on to their schemes and end it. “Or the two of you, now why would she do that?”

“So everytime one of us has approached her, she’s known? About the taskforce?” Jungkook says, a little stunned, doe eyes wide and bright like a window to his thoughts. He, Yoongi and Namjoon were the only ones who got to talk to you before the undercover sting. You knew they were police, they hadn’t hidden that, your encounters with them were one of the driving factors of their ‘interest’ in you. Namjoon forbade the others from making contact, planning this operation for a while, now he realises it was done in vain, but he didn’t mind it when it revealed you noticed them. That was the whole point of it anyway, to get closer to you, and you were onto them the whole time, clever girl.

Anytime you were brought in for questioning it was Yoongi that interrogated you, Jungkook sometimes in the room, the others watching behind the mirror, slowly falling for the most dangerous woman in Seoul.

—

“Why haven’t you shot me yet?” He trembles in front of you, hands tied behind his back as you pressed the barrel of the gun into his forehead. The half built warehouse was empty, just as you knew it would be, workers on strike and all. It was the perfect place to play your scene, arches of brick on every side. Never play cat and mouse without an exit strategy in case things go south.

“I’m waiting for some friends,” you tell him casually, rotating your arm, to move the sleeve off your black leather jacket, eyes on the back of your wrist for a moment as the watch ticks by. You set the bait, where were they?

“Please boss let me live,” he whimpers pathetically in front of you. “I have a family.”

“No you don’t Mark, stop lying,” you roll your eyes, this better not be a waste of time.

“Boss I didn’t betray you, I didn’t-”

His words are cut off when you hit his jaw with the metal in your hands, it takes him by surprise. You weren’t normally this aggressive, behind the mask of the kingpin you were human, and he tried to take advantage of that. But you had a job to do, and an empire to keep from falling, you couldn’t let this be swept under the rug.

“You tried to overthrow me Marky,” you sigh, disappointed in your recruit. “You had potential to really make it in my ranks, but trying to put a bag over my head was a really stupid piece of shit thing to do. I can only guess what was to come next.”

You kick him back down as he tries to rise from the ground, the blood already splattering messily on the floor below.

“Y/n!” A voice yells on the other side of the building in warning and shock.

Perfect, grin on your face, you finally pull the trigger.

The crack of the bullet leaving the gun snaps through the air like a slap, the stunned police watch frozen as the body goes limp on the floor. You turn and move like lightning out of the building into the maze of walls outside. They finally feel their limbs find movement as they watch you disappear, chasing after you in haste.

“Jungkook, Jimin, cut her off,” Hoseok yells to his officers as he starts to catch up with you. The two men disappear from his sides, down the tunnels of alleyways and building sites. “Y/n stop!”

You don’t listen, running into one of the alleyways but he’s close behind you.

“Y/n stop or I’ll shoot!” he warns you at the top of his voice. That has you skidding to a halt, to his surprise, he didn’t think that would work, he would never… but then again, you didn’t know that.

You stand in a junction of paths, the one you were currently on, and a side route that led to a busy road. You could lose him there… but that wasn’t your goal.

“Hoseok,” you greet him breathlessly and he tries not to focus on how much he likes his name said that way. “We’ve never had the pleasure of meeting, shame it has to be with you pointing a gun to my head.”

You had the audacity to chuckle.

“Put the gun down Y/n,” he commands, as Jimin runs in behind you, blocking another exit, mirroring Hoseok’s stance.

“You’re not going to shoot me,” you state as a matter of fact. “Neither of you.”

You turn to Jimin, head tilting and brows rising playfully as if he wasn’t pointing a weapon that could end your life towards you. His voice is caught in his throat, you see the gun shaking in his hands, and you knew you were right, he didn’t want to hold it when it was aimed at you.

“Hi Jiminie,” you say with a wave. “Nice to finally meet you, you do a good job with following me baby. Took you a while today though.”

You giggle at the blush that coats his face at your praise despite the way his eyes were trained on you seriously.

“It’s protocol little love,” Hoseok’s voice is firm, calling for your attention, his grip on the gun unrelenting, arms straight as an arrow. “I’m gonna have to if you don’t drop your weapon.”

“We saw you kill him Y/n,” why does Jimin sound disappointed in you, why did it flare a bitter feeling in your chest as if you cared? “You’re gonna have to come with us, please put it down little love.”

There was that term again, you remember when the oldest of their team said it, the way you thought about it all night. It didn’t sound like he was mocking you, you were almost certain he said it with… affection? Whatever his tone was, it kept you tossing and turning all night, unable to get a wink of sleep.

“He tried to kill me first,” you inform them with a pointed look.

They share a glance between them, blood starting to boil at the fact someone had tried to hurt you and they weren’t there to protect you at all. Yoongi was right, this line of work would kill you.

“And like I said,” your features grow stern. “You won’t shoot me.”

You walk away from them both to the third path of the alleyway, unaware of the body that was hiding in the shadows. You only manage three steps before he’s pushing your back against the wall, pressing his weight against you as he painfully grips the wrist of the hand holding the gun. You drop it like a stone, and Hoseok and Jimin run up to you both, the younger of the two kicking it far out of reach.

You don’t know how long the staring match between you and Jungkook lasts, but his eyes pierce you through and through, ironically like the bullet of a gun. You struggle against him a little but he only responds by pushing himself on you harder. You wonder if he can feel your heart racing where your chests are connected, you want to blame his weight for your inability to breathe or the need to breathe deeper. Your eyes never leave his despite his burning gaze, every cell of your skin on fire under it.

His thighs are thick against yours, one leg slotting between them. You try not to think about how you could easily rub yourself against him given the situation, soothe an ache that suddenly presented itself in this unusual situation, but your mind wonders that way, unaware that he was thinking exactly the same. But his thoughts have a more pronounced way of revealing themselves than yours do. He looks unfazed when you feel something hard grow against your hip, your mouth gaping open in shock. You finally look away when he raises his eyebrow, smirk adorned on his face. Shit, why was the youngest of this task force suddenly too sexy for you to handle? He’d always been reserved before, when did this audacious side of him develop?

“You’ve been bad Noona,” he tsks, hand reaching his back pocket for the cuffs.

You’re about to scoff and reclaim control when you feel his lips press against your hair near your temple, rendering you speechless. Why was your heart beating so fast?

“Y/n L/n,” he breathes against your temple, and you swear you feel your heart stop. “You’re under arrest.”

The hold he has on your wrist is used to turn you, only moving away far enough to do so. His hands were rough on your arms, pushing your front to the wall, but the way he makes sure not to hurt you unveils the pretence of his harsh act. Gentle hands slot your wrists into the cuffs, they're loose enough that they’re not uncomfortable.

“Never took you to be this kinky Officer Jeon,” you comment, rolling your eyes. “It’s always the quiet ones.”

You don’t see the shit eating grin on his face at your bratty attitude against authority, tongue passing over his teeth in thought before it’s pressed against his cheek in faux annoyance. The cuffs suddenly tighten, making you hiss as they dig into your skin.

The other two were watching the encounter with amusement, unable to help themselves chuckle at your pout.

“That was mean,” you say with a slight whine in your tone, making them snigger as if they hadn’t just witnessed you murder someone in cold blood.

Jungkook pushes you towards their car as Hoseok opens the back door for you.

“Your carriage awaits,” he grins when you roll your eyes, not missing the amused smile you were trying to stop.

You pretend not to notice the way Jimin holds his hand above your head so you don’t hurt yourself when you duck into the car, what a five star service for a criminal. You’d have to write them a letter of praise.

Jungkook takes the driver seat, the two others sitting on either side of you, you wouldn’t call it cramped in the back, but it was cosy. Both the men next to you stare out of the window, appearing unaffected to the way your thighs were pressed against theirs. Jimin has his elbow against the window, fingers on his lip as he tries to hide his smile that revealed where his imagination was taking him. Hoseok wasn’t doing much better on the other side.

You're glad they’re all occupied, hopefully they wouldn’t notice the way you’re trying to get out of the cuffs, the metal digging into your skin painfully as you try to slide your hands out. If you could get one out, you could easily steal the gun off one of them in case you needed it later.

Unfortunately your efforts were useless, but you refused to give up. Stupid bunny teethed officer, how tight did he put these things on? Your shuffling gathers their attention, two palms press down on your thighs with a squeeze.

“Stop moving,” Hoseok mumbles.

“Wanna let me out then?” You reply, still trying despite how much it was hurting.

Jungkook looks at you through the rear view mirror for a moment before turning back to the road, hands tightening on the steering wheel. He let it sink in then, how much trouble you could be in, how pissed their Captain was going to be when he heard.

—

“How do you always find yourself behind bars, little love?” You hear him before he emerges from the shadows. His hair had grown since you last saw him, it was slicked back, and you had to admit you liked it this way.

“If it isn’t one of my favourite detectives,” you beam at him from the bench you’re sitting on, as if you hadn’t just been caught red handed with the smoking gun. “I think the question you should be asking me is how do I always manage to get out.”

“You must be one lucky criminal,” he laughs to himself, hands in his pockets as he walks closer.

“What is this Detective Min, the preamp before the interrogation? You know anything I say here is off the record right?”

He smirks, chuckling to himself knowingly. The smile fades quickly when he hears you wince, adjusting your arms under his gaze. His face goes blank.

“Well?” You push, crossing your arms expectedly as you await his response. His stare doesn’t leave your limbs.

“Are you hurt?” He asks gruffly, taking you by surprise.

“What the hell does it matter?”

“Are. you. hurt?” He punctuates each word as he repeats himself, hands holding onto the bars as if he could break them to get to you.

“I’m fine,” your crossed arms become tighter as you close in on yourself, starting to feel vulnerable under his questions.

“Liar,” he almost growls back. “Where are you hurt?”

His stare makes you self conscious, unable to meet his eyes as you look off to the corner somewhere to regain composure, heart caught in your throat. You lightly scoff, what did he care?

“I’m not hurt,” you say through gritted teeth, meeting his gaze straight on, matching his anger, wherever the hell it was coming from.

“You either tell me where it hurts,” he starts his threat in a lighter tone, one corner of his mouth rising as he visibly challenges you. “Or I come in there and see for myself.”

You're lost for words, the dare in his eyes goading you into checking if he was true to his words. But a part of you knows he is, and you don’t know whether you want to call his bluff.

“Be careful detective,” you press your lips into a fake smile. “Someone might sue you for harassment.”

He sighs, nodding as if in agreement, but you don’t realise it’s not with you.

“Fine,” he states. “The hard way it is.”

Your jaw drops as he leaves, hoping he wasn’t serious. Why didn’t you just tell him? It’s not like you pushed paper for a living, of course you were going to get hurt from shit.

You continue to gawp when he comes back, keys in his hand and something under his armpit. Sure enough he opens the lock, and if you weren’t so caught in your stupor you might’ve used the opportunity to escape, but a part of you wants to see what he does next. He locks the door behind him, throwing the keys out of reach so he’s as trapped in here as you. He turns with pride in his eyes, did you really think he’d keep the keys in here when you could easily take them off him?

He takes a step towards you and you finally close your jaw.

“So are you going to tell me or am I going to have to find out for myself?” He smirks.

“And how exactly would you do that?” You challenge back.

“Well I’d have to see where you were hurt, little love,” he grins sadistically as he explains. “The clothes might have to come off.”

He stifles back the laugh at your mortified expression.

“Wrists,” you mumble, looking away with a grumpy pout. “And my knee.”

“Was that so hard?” He chuckles, finally revealing the first aid kit he kept under his arm.

You gulp as he kneels in front of you, taking the chance to take him in as he focuses on your knee. You let him roll up your jeans, a disapproving noise in his throat when they don’t come up to where he needs. You stay silent even when he rips the fabric, not willing to admit the show of strength was a little hot, especially when you notice the scissors in the kit he could’ve used. Idiot, didn’t he realise you could use that against him?

“This line of work is dangerous little love,” he sighs, cleaning and disinfecting the graze on your knees, blowing lightly on the skin when he hears you stifle a wince. He found it so endearing the way you tried to hide your pain, but he didn’t want you to, he wouldn’t be able to help if you did. You shuffle uncomfortably at the sting. “You’ll keep getting hurt if you continue.”

That makes you smile, letting out a laugh under your breath.

“How can I get hurt?” you chuckle, grinning down at him. “I’ve got seven of the best this country has to offer looking after me.”

The way your eyebrow rises, as if daring him to argue with you, to prove you wrong, but he doesn’t. To your surprise he nods in agreement, grinning at the compliment you inadvertently gave. The best this country had to offer huh?

“And yet here we are,” he grumbles, placing a plaster onto your cut..

“Here we are,” you giggle at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Show me your wrists,” he instructs you, but he has your smile sobering. You didn’t want to.

“My wrists are fine doctor detective,” you roll your eyes again as you speak, trying to make nothing out of it, but the way you turn your head away ignites his worry.

“I won’t ask again, love,” he warns, and for some reason his tone makes you surrender.

Yoongi watches the tentative way you uncross your arms, unable to meet his gaze as you hold both your wrists in front of him. The sight has his anger boiling.

“Stupid maknae,” he growls under his breath, teeth pressed hard together as his features sour.

You scoff.

“It wasn’t the kid’s fault,” you explain unimpressed, yeah he might’ve put the cuffs on extra tight after your arrest but a part of you didn’t like the idea of him getting into trouble. “It’s mine for trying to get out of the handcuffs.”

There’s a pause as he studies you and the nonchalance of your attitude that you try to keep up.

“Idiot,” is all he says as he takes your hand in his own, trying not to appear affected when you winced more audibly this time. The cuts were deeper than what he expected, how the hell did you think you’d escape? Did Hobi and Jimin not realise during the journey? He shakes his head. You would never learn, and it seemed neither would they.

You can’t help admire the way he looks after your wounds, such a gentle expression on the usual stoic detective. It's almost endearing, and you catch your thoughts before they can fall any further. It’s a game, that was all, and you weren’t going to get caught in their trap.

You tell your heart to shut up when he looks up at you after he’s done, soft smile on his face you’d never ever seen before. He takes both your wrists in his hands, lifting them to his lips and you keep the surprise out of your eyes when he kisses each one.

—

Yoongi had taken you to their interrogation room hours later, seating you on the chair. You expected him to take a seat on the opposite side of the table, but instead he moves to leave the room, catching onto your baffled expression in the mirror. He always interviewed you, this was a change.

As he approaches the door, another figure behind it opens it. The two men nod at each other in greeting before crossing paths, and the detective shuts the door behind him.

There was no question that the man approaching you exuded nothing but power, enough to rival your own, but he was of a much taller physique with muscles that strained against his shirt. Your eyes drift to his toned chest, those poor buttons were holding on for dear life.

“Ooo I get the captain,” you say playfully, shifting the control in the room to your side, head tilting with a smile. “Aren’t I lucky.”

“You killed a person Miss L/n,” He states with no humour in his expression. “And were stupid enough to get caught.”

The growl in his voice, the one that wears disappointment but sounds like disapproval pissed you off. You scoff.

“Did you think for a second,” you repeat the words uttered to you nights ago by one of his officers, “that maybe I wanted to get caught?”

You smirk as he frowns.

“Also aren’t I supposed to be in handcuffs?”

You raised your free hands for him to see, and immediately he noticed the cuts Yoongi told him about moments ago.

Behind the one way mirror, you don’t see the glare five men give the maknae, a sheepish apology fumbling out of his lips at the look. He didn’t want to hurt you, he didn’t mean to, he was just playing.

“I think he’s apologised enough,” Yoongi grunts as he notices the way tears are forming in the youngest’s eyes. “His dick was doing the thinking for him.”

“Kid doesn’t know his own strength,” Hoseok sighed.

“It's not like you and Jimin stopped him,” Taehyung grumbled with a glare.

“I think we’re all forgetting that our little love didn’t help herself in the situation,” Jin chimed in, arms crossed as he watched you and Namjoon. One day he’d be in the interrogation room with you too, the way they all watched whenever Yoongi and Jungkook had a go, it was almost classed as foreplay.

“Why do you need cuffs if this is where you want to be?” Namjoon smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I wanted to see what you would do,” you answer honestly.

The man in front of you groans, face in his hands as his patience runs thin.

“Y/n do you have any idea how hard this one is going to be to cover up?” he asks you exasperated.

You suck in a breath in shock, you knew it, and yet you were still surprised. They had been the ones to clean up after you, you thought it was mere incompetence that had them failing to actually ascertain evidence against you, but they were corrupt. The only question that remained was why.

“Now why would you do that Captain Kim?” your voice is sincere in its question although on edge, you didn’t trust something you didn’t understand.

He has the audacity to laugh under his breath, but you hear it and see it in the way his shoulders move.

“You still haven’t figured it out…”

“Figure what out?” you almost snarl, what the hell couldn’t you see, what the hell was their motive behind trying to toy with you?

“Yoongi, turn the camera back on,” he leans back in his chair and calls out to the mirror.

You stare at it head on, wondering who was behind watching next to the detective. The corner of your lip lifts in a fake smile, hand waving once to greet the onlookers before turning back to the captain.

“Let's start the interrogation, shall we?” Namjoon grins at your grumpy expression. “I trust you won’t say anything incriminating little love, it'll just make my job harder.”

—

No charges. Nothing. You were expecting something, a court case, jail time, heck even community service, but they gave you nothing except a verbal slap on the wrist.

You grabbed your belongings, aware of the six eyes behind you watching your every move.

“Where’s my gun?” you turn to ask them as you put on the leather jacket.

“We’re keeping your toys love,” Jin informs you with a smile. “It'll only get you into trouble.”

You let out a breath of laughter and disbelief.

“You realise I can get my hands on another one as soon as I walk out of here right?”

They can’t help mirror your grin as you shake your head, this was everything they were working towards, your presence, your time.

“Right detectives and officers, I think it's time I said goodbye,” you say without thought, noticing the way their features sour immediately.

“What do you mean goodbye?” Yoongi growls.

“Where are you going?” Jimin asks in panic. “You can’t leave.”

“Namjoon said you can’t leave the city or country, little love,” Hoseok informed you heatedly. “Incase we have any further questions.”

“We finally met, why would you go?” Taehyung grumbles, a strict expression on his face.

Woah… the looks they all had were varying but very intense. You chuckle to yourself but it only makes their glares harden.

“I mean as in goodbye for now, not forever,” you laugh, walking away as their features relax in relief.

“Why didn’t hyung let us keep her here longer?” Jungkook complains with a pout, he hated watching you leave. It filled him with anxiety.

—

They were becoming more… blatant with their tailing, as if they were waiting for you to call them out, approach them and ask them what the hell they were doing… they were, but you didn’t. To their frustration you just smirked and ignored them, waiting for them to make the first move in this game of chess.

You obviously won.

They just had the worst timing, and the most dramatic entrances. You were overseeing a shipment, Suho and Kai with you as you all worked. You knew they were close somewhere, keeping an eye on you silently. The moment they snapped and revealed themselves was when your puppy-like left hand man grasped your shoulder as you both laughed.

“Suho seriously that was such a dumb joke,” you cackled, grinning and unaware of the approaching figures.

“Why are you laughing so hard then boss?” he makes a silly face that you return with your tongue out, Kai still holding on to you as he tried to catch his breath through the laughter.

His hand is ripped away from you, and you all turn to see the culprit.

“Kim Jongin you’re under arrest for aiding and abetting a crime,” Taehyung growls in his deep timbre, surprising you all. “You have the right to remain silent.”

He carries on with his speech, glare piercing through you. You didn’t say a word to them, and here you were laughing with two men, what a way to piss him off.

“Taehyung,” Jin whines behind the younger officer. “Do you know how much paperwork this is going to cause?”

Suho is quick to aim his gun to their heads, but they don’t look scared at all. You shock him when you push his aim to the ground with your palm, a mild annoyed expression on your face as you roll your eyes for the umptenth time in their presence.

“Boss?” he says.

“They’re cops Suho let's not be rash,” your tone is light which makes him frown more, sure you feared nothing, kept your cool until someone pressed ignite and you blew up more deadly than a volcano, but surely you’d be fighting this.

“Boss…?” he repeats himself in a higher, more worried pitch. Had someone hit you in the head or something?

“You know what the penalty is for killing an officer,” you sigh. “I don’t want to pay it, do you?”

He’s flabbergasted… there’s three of you and two of them, he knew you could take them, so why were you…

“Detective,” you greet Jin with a smile as if he were an old friend before turning to Taehyung. “Officer, what a pleasant surprise. How about we go and discuss this situation like gentlemen? There's a little cafe on the bank over there.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” Jin grins, those plump lips calling for your attention. “Lead the way.”

“Of course,” you playfully play your part. “But if we could clear up this misunderstanding and let Kai go, I would be more than grateful.”

Taehyung hasn’t broken his stare on your face, jaw clenched. No, he didn’t want to let the asshole go, he touched you, didn’t you get that? Maybe he was overreacting, the distance you were keeping stirred such a bitter jealousy in his gut he couldn’t stop it from imploding when the scum he was arresting crossed the line.

“Taehyung…” Jin tries to reach the younger officer with his tone, keeping it light, much to the confusion of Suho. “Not today.”

Behind his words is a promise, Taehyung can hear it, a wordless vow that they would make this idiot suffer another day. He pushes Jongin away roughly, taking your wrist in his hands as he walks you both in the direction of the cafe. Jin bids farewell to the two of your men, following behind you both quickly until he walks on your otherside.

Suho and Kai only watch with their jaws wide open. What the hell was that?

—-

Kim Taehyung still hasn't let go of you even as you both sat next to each other in the booth, Jin sitting across from you, but instead of your wrist he’s now holding your hand, like you were a couple. He also hasn’t said a word to you, flickering through the menu with a blank expression.

“Have you guys run out of cuffs or something?” you ask, raising the hand joined to the officer. “I’m not going to run away, you know, you can let go.”

The glare he shoots your way immediately has you shutting the suggestion down.

“Okay,” you gulp. “Maybe not.”

Jin chuckles at the look you send him when Taehyung turns back to the menu.

“So what were you guys doing in the area?” you ask as if you had no clue.

“Just passing through,” Jin replies with a shrug.

“Right, what a coincidence that you seem to be doing that wherever I am.”

“We must frequent the same places, little love,” he smiles widely, enjoying being able to talk to you freely.

“Okay I have to ask, what is it with the whole ‘little love’ thing?” you couldn’t help asking the question, it had been bugging you since you first heard it.

“It's a term of endearment,” Jin informs you as if the answer was obvious, that part was, but that’s not what you meant.

“I know that,” was it bad that he loved it when you rolled your eyes at them with that amused smirk on your face? “Why are you using it with me? I didn’t think we were that close.”

“Ouch,” he gasps, suddenly grasping his chest as Taehyung beside you almost growls in disapproval of your words. What a way to hurt them, how cruel of you. “That was harsh love.”

His reply still doesn’t answer your question, they had a funny way of talking to you but telling you nothing every time.

“I want ice cream,” Taehyung finally says, segueing the conversation to food. “Share it with me.”

For a second you think he’s talking to Jin, but when you look at him he's staring at you expectedly, squeezing your hand gently as you recover from surprise.

“Oh,” you don’t know what to say as your cheeks start burning, maybe ice cream was a good idea… “Yeah sure, what flavour?”

Jin watches the moment fondly, unable to dim his bright grin even if he wanted to. You make it burst wider when you turn back to him, “Jin you sharing with us too?”

—

“Are you an idiot?” you hiss and the officer only looks up at you like you were the only light left in this world.

“Seriously, are you a rookie?” You ask annoyed as you pull him out of the business deal he just tried to infiltrate alone. “Where the fuck is your backup?”

He can’t contain the joy in his chest as he watches you fuss over him angrily, it meant you cared. The way you were scolding him as you looked up and down his form, he can’t help but smile.

“It isn’t funny, idiot,” you bite, you really had to cool Jinyoung down. The man was aged and old fashioned, he didn’t hesitate to throw the officer around. “Why did you come here?”

He doesn’t tell you it was because he missed you, you weren’t ready to hear that yet. He didn’t even tell you he didn’t fight back because you were doing that so cutely for him, he just wanted to see what you would do. Your reaction when the old man pulled the gun on him had him lovestruck.

“Jimin!” You both hear Jungkook’s voice as he runs towards you, as soon as he spots you his concern for his friend takes a backseat.

“Are you okay?” He quickly asks you, a soothing hand on your arm that rubs up and down as he checks you for signs of harm.

You scoff.

“Your idiot partner was seconds away from having his head blown off,” you feel a flare of anger again, eyes narrowing on the officer. “Keep a close eye on him, or better yet if you haven’t trained the puppy keep him on a leash.”

You’re about to walk away but when you let go of his wrist he whines in protest, grabbing you hand and pulling you closer with that unnerving yet innocent smile he had, one that just didn’t feel appropriate from your point of view. The idiot almost died. Why was he smiling like he just heard the best news of his life? Masochist…

“I think he really hurt me,” he whimpers pathetically for your attention.

“He hurt you?” There’s smoke coming out of your nose and ears, they swear it. That fierce mafia expression etched across your face that translated to ‘someone’s going to die today’. You looked like a bull about to charge, and Jimin was the reason. You were protective over him, the officer on the task force sent to take you down, he could feel his motors turning at the thought, stifling a moan.

Even Jungkook looked a little turned on, biting his lip when you pulled Jimin’s tucked in shirt from his trousers pulling the material up to see his bare chest. You push any admiration for it to the back, shoving the feeling down as you look for a sign he was injured.

“Where?” You poke his abs but they looked fine to you.

“Aargh it hurts!” He pretends to writhe a little, closing his eyes. The youngest thought it was an awful acting session but he knew the officer better than you did.

“Should we take him to a hospital?” Jungkook asks, laying the concern on thick. “What if it’s internal bleeding?”

To their surprise you crouch down until you’re eye level with his waist and the sight has them both feeling blood rush out of their brains down to their dicks. You press on the skin with your finger tips, looking for any signs of discomfort when you look up, but gone is the whimpering mess and in his place stands a man. You gulp when you meet his hooded eyes, quickly focusing on his bare torso again.

“I don’t see any damage, you’ll be fine,” you stand quickly, turning to the maknae who’s expression was not that different to Jimin’s but he had a dangerous subtle smile. “Keep an eye on him, I’m too busy to babysit a bunch of cops.”

—

“What do you think she wants?” Taehyung almost bounces in the passenger seat of the unmarked car as Yoongi drove. They were meeting the others at the location of one of your many offices, though to the public that information was unknown. Even their higher ups had little clue how big your syndicate really was.

In three separate cars they made the journey at your request. A little invitation left on their desks overnight, for them to find in the morning. No name, just an address and time, but they knew it was you.

The officers are quick to run out of the car towards the building, the detectives just as eager but playing it cool.

“Captain Kim?” a burly man in leather asks them as they approach the main elevators. They all nod in reply as he lets them through, pressing the highest digit on the pad and stepping away to let the doors close.

The journey was dragging, Jimin fidgeted as he watched the numbers rise closer to the floor you would greet them on.

“Why is it so slow?” Taehyung huffs, tapping his foot as he eyed the numbers with impatience.

Finally they hear the ding they were waiting for, the doors not opening quick enough as they walk though. It seemed the whole floor was your office, every inch of wall surrounding them was bullet proof glass that looked out into a panoramic view of Seoul. You had eyes on the city of Gangnam, but the only view they appreciated was you, dressed in a black slit dress, standing in front of the glass desk.

“I have a proposition for you all,” you inform them, cutting to the chase, hiding your nerves under seven questioning stares.

“Trying to bribe the police?” Yoongi smirks, almost proudly. “What makes you think we’ll accept anything you offer?”

You fight your own smirk as you look down, you had a feeling he would accept anything you wanted despite his words, hell, he knew it too.

“I’ve heard the state doesn't pay our protectors very well for all your hard work,” you continue. “So what if I offered you all a position with me instead?”

They mask their shock, although on the youngest trio it shows for a moment before they school their features.

“That would be very tempting,” Namjoon admits, sauntering closer to you, admiring the way you leaned back on your desk. So very tempting…

You tilt your head back to keep his gaze as he stands in front of you, finger tracing the corner of your jaw to your chin before he leans down lips almost touching yours.

“But why would we want to accept that?” he asks softly.

You felt his breath on your lips like the ghost of a kiss, teasing as he grins. You try to seem unaffected, but he doesn’t miss the way you swallow, the way your eyes dilate as you take him in, or the grasp you have on the edge of the desk.

“Take it or leave it,” you answer once you’ve composed yourself, you’d be disappointed if they decided on the latter but you’d never let it show. “I won’t ask again.”

You pushed his finger away from your chin but he grabbed your hand as you did, fingers sliding down to your wrist, gripping hard. His eyes penetrate yours, almost scolding you for your action.

“Let’s drop the act for a second,” you huff in annoyance, eyes narrowing against him. “You guys want something from me, it’s the only explanation I can think of for all of this, so if it isn’t a seat in my syndicate, then what?”

Namjoon chuckles at your words, dimple cratering his golden cheeks. Damn, there was your heart going again, you thought it was currently occupying your throat but no it was pounding against your rib cage, announcing its location.

“There’s no act, little love,” he reassures you. “But you’re right, let's be very clear so there are no misunderstandings down the road.”

He moves the wrist in his hold behind your back, pushing you closer to him as you come away from the desk, but he backs you against it again with his hips.

“We’re not interested in your business, just you,” he reveals, grinning at the way your breath catches in your throat as your hard stare melts. “So why would we accept your little offer when we could just take you back to the precinct and lock you away with us for good?”

Your cheeks burn as he tilts his head at the question, waiting for your answer but you push feebly against him with your free hand on his chest instead. This was too intense, you weren’t used to attention like this. You twist your other hand in hopes of releasing it from his grip but he doesn’t let go.

“Think about it, you’d look good chained up,” he whispers suggestively making your jaw drop.

“I'm in favour of that,” Yoongi’s voice is heard from behind Namjoon as he stands with his arms crossed, seriously considering the option. “It keeps her out of harm and out of trouble.”

“But Noona worked so hard to build her empire,” Jungkook hums in thought. “Shouldn’t we let her keep it?”

“We could protect her,” Jimin chimes in his piece that resolves Yoongi’s issues.

“We’ve given her the option, why don’t we ask her what she wants?” Taehyung suggests.

“I want you to let me go,” you complain sternly to the man in front of you, still trying to release yourself to Namjoon’s amusement.

“Not happening, love,” Namjoon says, meaning something deeper than the surface of his words. “But maybe we should keep playing this ‘game’ until you realise we mean what we say.”

—

“I’m ignoring you,” you don’t even glance his way when he stands next to you, hands in his pocket. You had planned for a day of unwinding at the park before hitting the shops for some retail therapy, but it looked like they planned to interrupt it.

“That’s mean, little love,” Hoseok chuckles, his hair blowing in the wind.

“It’s actually my day off,” you sigh, turning away from him but of course he follows. “So you don’t have to worry about any crime today, Detective.”

“Is that how we tell?” he chuckles admiring your attire for the day. “Leather jacket for kingpin mode, denim for Y/n?”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” you pout, still a little upset that your pride took a hit the day they visited your office. Their stupid smirks embedded in your memory when they left. Anyone else that disrespected you like that would end up being found dead by the Han River, which begged the question; why had you let them live?

“You just did,” he quips childishly, grinning like a madman, almost skipping as he kept up with your pace.

There was his favourite eye roll.

“I might not know what game you and your friends are playing Detective Jung,” you reprimand him without breaking stride. “But I am taking myself out of it, I am not a chess piece.”

You’re pulled back by a hand to your arm, turning you to face him as you both stopped. It was a quiet day in the park, that's the reason you can hear your heart pounding in your ears, you tell yourself. It absolutely wasn’t because of the darker expression that overtook his bright sunny disposition. He inches closer to you, and you don’t back away, you were no coward, did this cop seriously think he could intimidate you?

“Dove if you were a piece you’d be the queen,” his voice is low, sultry, you hadn’t heard it like this before, you didn’t think it was possible for him to sound so seductive. “You control the board darling, we’re merely the pieces you control.”

His hooded eyes glance at your parted lips, watching the way you gulped, before schooling your features.

“Too bad you refused,” you push him back, finding the strength to breathe at a distance. “I don’t offer anything twice.”

“We didn’t actually reject it, my love,” he states. “We’re just thinking about it.”

“Well I withdraw the deal,” you respond pettyly. “So don’t stress your pretty head about it.”

The smirk he gives you as you walk away doesn’t scare you, but you imagine it would to anyone else. He makes no move to follow you this time, both his hands put in his pockets as he watches you leave. You glance back at him once, his expression didn’t change.

It was the devotion in his eyes that put you on edge, because you just couldn’t figure out why it was there, or what it was there for.

—

You fucked up, and you knew it. You were reckless sometimes, your pride couldn’t help it, you were strong and independent, and you wanted the world to know it. You didn’t think twice to go meet the ruthless leader of China’s second biggest triad alone. Heck, you even greeted Jackson as an old friend, with open arms, the pair of you were almost close, as close as you could be as two untrustworthy criminals. You, at least, had some honour. But maybe you lost a brain cell with your judgement here.

You can’t stifle the groan of pain that leaves you as he shoves you against the wall, teeth clenching, eyes closing at the sensation. Fucking piece of shit.

“You killed my friend Y/n,” he sighs, hands fisting in the neckline of your dress as he pushes you against the bricks the more you struggle.

“What! I didn-”

“Mark was as close to me as a brother.”

“You sent him?” You can't keep the high pitched shock from your voice. “He was such a waste of space, I thought he was acting alone.”

The side of his lip lifts in a humourless way, a way that said you were gonna regret your words.

“He was supposed to bring me your empire,” he reveals, bringing his face menacingly closer to yours as he snarls. “I didn’t want to have to come and take it myself.”

“Wow Jackson,” you scoff, keeping the atmosphere as light as you could from your end until you figured out how to get out of this alive. “I thought we were friends.”

He sincerely smiles at that, almost laughs even.

“Hell I was really fond of you,” you sigh in disappointment before you act.

With all the strength you had, you smash your forehead against his nose. The headbutt takes him by surprise, stumbling back as his grip loosened enough that you could release yourself, kicking him before he had a chance to retaliate. His men were downstairs; when your title was put to question you ended the life of those who uttered it, but your survival instincts reminded you, any second he could call his men that surrounded the building, you needed to get out.

You run, like your life depended on it but your footing was off from how you landed. You barely make it a distance before his body tackled yours, the pair of you falling to the ground from the collison. You're already fighting back, trying to get his body off of you but he has the upper hand, punches raining down on your form. You try to hit him back but he only twists your arm painfully, shoving your face into the concrete. Somehow you push all your force to knock him over, straddling the bastard quickly as you return his hits with all your strength.

He’s not kept down for long, you both roll on the ground locked together in the brawl, before his hands fist around your throat. You kick back, clawing his hands and his face but his grip is relentless.

He yells for his men but you can feel your heart beating in your brain, that wasn’t right was it?

Jackson glances around the warehouse, waiting for his men to rush in.

“Where the fuck are the-”

He’s about to yell at them as the door opens, but it isn’t them.

Kim Namjoon walks in with Hoseok, Jungkook and Jimin. Their stone stoic faces doing nothing to hide the fire of rage glistening in their eyes. Fire, Jackson swears, he can see blaze harsher as they take in the sight.

Jimin’s steps were the quickest as he grabs the triad’s leader and throws him off you, surprising you with the ferocity of his attacks. You barely manage to take a breath in, coughing as air feels harsh inside your windpipe.

The remainder of Jackson’s men finally enter the room, most of them dead around the building from the police strike, but Jungkook intercepts them before they can reach you. Your vision is blurred but you worry for the youngest as he takes three on at a time, protecting you and Jimin from their attacks. He’s so swift most of their hits barely graze him, you wince when you see a pipe colliding with his arm but he barely flinches.

You’re so entranced by the officers you miss the detectives by your side. You don’t take your eyes off Jimin’s ruthless punches to the lifeless body on the floor that was once Jackson Wang. You try to stand, to help but you stumble. Hoseok catches you as you fall. You hear the sound of bullets, the fear that they were hurt trying to force adrenaline into your veins but it only makes your head spin.

Hoseok soothes the mess of your hair out of your face, cradling you in his arms. You try to speak but he hushes you, you can’t hear his words as he whispers comfort, his lips pressed against your temple. He holds you like you were the air he so desperately tried to breathe into his lungs, as if he were the one struggling to breathe and not the love of his life losing consciousness in his arms. Your bones are begging for rest, and despite the onslaught of bullets firing around you, you feel a weird sense of safety.

For once, you give in, head resting against the juncture of his neck as you fall asleep.

—

There’s an incessant beeping light when you try to wake up, eyes squinting at the round bright beam above you. Wait, light can’t beep, something around you was emitting the annoying sound. The sound was your heart beat on the monitor but you had no way of knowing that yet.

Disorientated, you try to get your bearings back, body already trying to panic about the unknown location you were in. But your brain couldn’t handle all the signals of danger, the onslaught of senses on overdrive causing your head to hurt. You wince, face scrunched before you feel a thumb over the bridge of your brows, rubbing gently as if to iron the creases out. The pain in your limbs was dulled, you could tell, which meant someone had hooked you up to some drugs, and while you hated it was without your consent and out of your control, you’re grateful. Your lips are dry, out of habit you lick them, tasting a hint of iron in the corner.

When you finally come to, the thumb has moved to your forehead, still stroking softly as if it would take the ache away. The last person you expected to see next to your hospital bed was Kim Seokjin.

You see a figure at the end of your bed, turning your head slowly to find Yoongi standing against the wall with his arms crossed. Why did they both look so angry?

You try to speak but end up wincing again in pain from your bruised throat, the pair of them tsking, rage coming off of them in waves.

“If you say a word I will get the nurse back in here to put you back to sleep,” Yoongi threatens, voice lower than you had ever heard it.

“How does the leader of the biggest crime syndicate go to a deal alone?” Jin scolds you, the anger in his system sending him into a rant. “Do you think you’re invincible? Where were your men? What was going through your head? I really thought you were a clever girl, but you can’t even see what's in front of you, what hope do you have?”

They ignore the pout you send their way, regardless of how cute they found it, you were in so much trouble, did you have any idea? Jin isn’t completely unaffected, taking your hand in his that he squeezes during his spiel. They were worried sick, none of Jackson’s men were left alive when met with their rampage, Namjoon was having to deal with an inquiry with the higher ups while they tried to cover any evidence tying to you or them up to the crime scene.

“Don’t pout at me little love,” his voice gets louder and you find yourself wondering how someone can speak so fast and so much without taking a breath. “What would we have done if you died? Did you even think for a second? Going into dangerous situations alone, if we even showed up a minute later, what then? There’s only so much we can keep an eye on, help us help you!”

“W-water…” you break his rant with a hoarse whisper, and it clutches his heart. He continues albeit at a reduced volume, putting the paper straw in your glass before bringing it to your lips.

“Little sips, little love,” Yoongi comes away from the wall in concern, standing on the end of the bed holding onto the frame as he watches you for any signs of more discomfort.

“What is the point in having all these men at your service if you leave them behind,” Jin continues as he puts the cup down after you’re done. “Useless bastards, can’t even keep an eye on their boss, if we don’t have them all arrested-”

“Hyung!” A new voice joins the room, yelling at the oldest detective. Jimin looks annoyed as he and Jungkook come in with an overnight bag. It was their shift to watch over you. “How can you shout at little love after everything she’s been through!”

“Who’s shouting?” Jin yells back, ears turning red.

Jungkook is quick to come by your side as Jimin and Jin have it out verbally, checking over you once. His soft face of concern hardens with every visible cut and bruise he inspects.

“One of her men is currently trying to get her discharged,” Jungkook says to them while staring at you cooly. “Go deal with them on your way out.”

He notices the alarm in your eyes, assuming it was for the safety of Suho who was currently arguing with your doctors. In reality it was because you did not want to be in hospital. You try to get up and out of the bed but an arm across your chest stops you, the gaze on the youngest’s face piercing with warning. You huff but concede, hoping they wouldn’t actually hurt your men, it was hard to find valuable loyal ones.

Jin marches over back to your form, taking your hand again before he pecks it quickly, walking away in a storm, still muttering away about the situation.

“If anything happens to her on your watch…” the thinly veiled threat aimed at Jimin as he walked out.

Jungkook moves aside to let Yoongi closer to you, the stone-faced detective brushing your hair back gently before pressing his lips to your forehead, you can hear the beeping from the monitor get faster. You can feel a subtle smirk against your skin as he lingers there, stealing your breath again. He moves away slowly, eyes boring into yours, much softer than what it was now that he had to say goodbye for a little while. He follows Jin out of the ward. You blink a couple of times as you come out of the shock, what the hell was that?

You look over at the officers with a questioning gaze but you’re met with silence. The blank expressions on their faces were making you want to hide. Why was this so much worse than Jin’s ranting? His scolding was loud and energetic, that was how he got his frustrations out. Jimin and Jungkook however were staring a hole into your body with their arms crossed in an eerily calm manner. Their gaze is so intense you have to look away before you squirm under it.

You clear your throat, the atmosphere becoming uncomfortable but their hard stares were still felt crawling on your skin. You want to say something to break the tension but you were drawing blanks.

“D-did you get hurt?” you sound so small, throat burning as you speak but you couldn’t handle the silence anymore.

“Do we look hurt?” Jungkook scoffs, looking away with a roll of his eyes in annoyance. He might’ve had a few bruises here and there but nothing you should be concerned about, nothing that should take away attention for your crimes of meeting the triad leader alone.

Jimin takes Jin’s previous seat beside you. He shows you the back of his hands proudly and the state of them makes you gasp. His knuckles were black and blue, cuts extending to his fingers, you gulp at the look in his eyes, the message finally coming through; it was for you. He notices the sparks of realisation in your eyes, you were finally understanding their so called motives. You don’t flinch when his hand caresses your face, his thumb stroking your cheek, a loving smile on his face.

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It had been a month, they had kept you in the hospital for a month! You were perfectly fine to go home after the first week, but every time you tried to leave, one of them would carry you right back to the empty ward you were occupying. They rotated shifts every 12 hours, always coming in pairs so if one of them slept the other would keep an eye open on you. The only person who hadn’t yet come to see you was the Captain, and hell were you going to admit that the fact might’ve disappointed you a little.

Taehyung gave you hell when he first saw you, he kept silent for most of his ‘shift’ until you accidentally opened a stitch or two, and then his pent up fury came raining down until he cried. That was an experience… you try not to think about how you let him crawl into your hospital bed as he sobbed, immediately holding you while he complained.

It was his shift today, but he came alone which confused you. Had you lulled them into a false sense of security because you’re sure you could overpower the officer if you wanted to, you might use a couple of dirty tricks but you’re sure he wouldn’t mind. Taehyung notices your glance at the door, chuckling to himself. You had tried many times to escape before, even though they were only keeping you here for your recovery. If you tried to fight them they would cuff you to the bed, they couldn’t take the chance of you hurting yourself any further. You thought you got close once when Jungkook and Yoongi were watching you, the seduction tactic transparent to the pair but they indulged a little if it meant they got a taste of you acting that way.

“Hyung is sorting out your paperwork, little love,” Taehyung’s deep voice rumbles, “You’re being discharged today.”

“Finally,” you exhale dramatically, making the smile on his face more pronounced. “I haven’t appreciated the kidnapping.”

“I wouldn’t call it kidnapping when you were given access to your phone so you could run your empire,” Namjoon makes an appearance through the sliding doors, discharge papers in his hand which he folds and places into the pocket of his trench coat. “We didn’t even take it off you when you organised a getaway with your men.”

“I was still kept here against my will,” you deadpan, ignoring the fluttering in your chest at the sight of a man you hadn’t realised you missed until you saw him.

“If we let you out, little love, you would just make all your injuries worse,” he rebukes you.

“You know what, what's done is done,” your lips stretch unnaturally in a fake smile. “I’m in a forgiving nature today, my prison sentence is over, I am a free woman.”

You jump out of the bed, not bothering to pack or change as you walk over to the door but you barely make it five steps before you're picked off the ground with an arm around your waist. Again? Seriously?

“We’re taking you home,” the captain explains when you turn to look at Taehyung whose chest your back was pressed up against.

“I can get myself home thank you,” you state as you push the arm away from you. “I’m perfectly fine and healed.”

The officer's hands on your arms stop you from taking another step as you both face Namjoon. You don’t know how you could tell, but you were playing with his patience.

“Little love, let's make this clear,” there was no concealing the threat in his voice as he steps towards you, a finger under your chin as he tilts your head back so you don’t look away from him. “I can carry you to the car like the queen you are, or I’ll throw you over my shoulder, either way, you’re coming with us.”

“Hyung will spank you if you choose the second option,” a mischievous warning whispered in your ear from behind you. The dimpled smirk in front of you suggested the threat was not entirely empty.

“Compromise,” you clear your throat, crossing your arms. If your men saw you now, you think they’d never believe your brutal nature again. “I walk to the car, and you take me home.”

Taehyung whines at that, as if your proposition was no fun.

“What’s wrong with us carrying you?” Namjoon grins knowingly.

“My dignity.”

At least that makes him chuckle. He offers his hand out to you expectantly, is he for real? You ignore the burning in your cheeks when you take it without looking at him directly, he intertwines your fingers together as he starts leading you out. Taehyung races for your other hand, swinging it back and forth and effectively stopping you from face palming. You make it out of the hospital while staring intently at the floor to avoid anyone’s gazes, your whole body on fire from the embarrassment. It’s when you get to the car park that you start to struggle, your ankle hadn’t completely healed but you were in no way going to mention that unless you wanted to stay in that stupid ward for another month.

Namjoon however, doesn’t miss the way you wince, stopping in his tracks as he sighs. The hands holding yours are gone, and in a second before you can question it you're lifted to the air with an arm under your knees and one supporting your back. Your hands clutch onto his shirt in surprise, as if he would drop you, but one look at his face said not to even dare think he would.

There were people around for pity's sake, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, your hands on holding on to it for support, closing your eyes and hoping no one would notice you. To say he was delighted with the reaction would be an understatement.

He doesn’t even put you down when you’re in front of the Mercedes, Taehyung climbing into the driver's seat with a smirk as Namjoon places you in the backseat. You try to focus on anything other than how close his dimpled cheek is when he straps you in, appearing as unaffected as possible. Dammit you were in deep, as much as you tried to deny it, you were a little more than attracted to these corrupt cops, even if they held an unhealthy obsession with you.

You don’t even try to escape when he closes the door, running to the otherside so he can take his seat. It isn’t long before you’re out on the road, a comfortable silence between you all.

“We thought about your proposal little love,” Namjoon breaks the quiet moment, looking out the window while Taehyung glanced in the rear view mirror waiting for you to react. “And we accept.”

“Why?” you frown, you thought the deal was long forgotten.

“Someone needs to keep an eye on you,” he chuckles.

You narrow your eyes in distaste, you did not need looking after.

“That’s not your concern,” you reply. “And the offer is no longer on the table.”

“Love, I think we’ve made it more than obvious now,” Namjoon says fondly, your stubborn nature was something he admired. “And you can stop pretending too, you’re attracted to us, and we’re attracted to you.”

You finally look at him to see his eyes trained on you, the way he said it, like there was something more embedded in that word. Taehyung tries not to smirk or laugh, that was a definite understatement, but you weren’t ready to hear what they really felt for you just yet.

Even this confession left you winded, not used to the intensity of their attention, not in the romantic sense at least.

“I’ll umm-” you clear your throat again, trying to remain composed under his stare. “I’ll think about it.”

They’re both content with your response for now, grinning as the journey was coming to an end. It didn’t really matter how much you denied it or refused to see the truth, they were besotted with you, and regardless of what came in the way, you were theirs.

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