New Guy (m) | Knj

new guy (m) | knj

title: new guy pairing: fuckboi!namjoon x organization president!reader rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; university au, enemies to lovers? summary: all you want to do is have a successful meeting after experiencing dwindling attendance. but the new guy is completely disrupting things… or is he? warnings: cursing, blowjob, choking, smartass joon in those grey joggers, size kink, hitting it from the back, unprotected (pls be safe), edging, namjoon does have a chain who is shocked, manhandling, creampie, light face/cunt slapping, body worship, jimin in business profesh lol notes: hi ! this is for @thebtswritersclub​’s january prompt “new” and i speedily wrote this entire thing bc i would very much like to stay a member LOL thank you to the admin team for being so understanding. love you all and appreciate all the hard work you do! also, thank you cee @yutasthetic​ for letting me use your pretty name! note 2: this is a bit unedited so i apologize in advance loll release date: january 29th, 2022, 7:17pm est word count: 5.5k

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“Thank you all for coming this evening! We have a lot of items on the agenda to discuss so please leave any questions for the end.” 

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↳ Character | Yoongi x reader

↳ Genre | Angst, Smut/Mature scenes, Arranged Marriage! AU, Suspense

↳ Word Count | 18,500 words

↳ Summary | He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

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the diary of a healing heart | kth | masterpost (m)

Summary: Time mends a broken heart. What you don’t consider is that the warmth of a completely unexpected person is enough to heal it, too.

⤞ pairing: Taehyung x female reader

⤞ genre: s2f2l, college!au; angst, fluff, crack, smut

⤞ warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, mention(s) of past trauma, past break-up / toxic ex, (eventual) explicit sexual content (oral, unprotected sex, fingering, handjob, etc.); individual warnings for each chapter!

⤞ word count: around 55-60k in total

⤞ a/n: it’s time to go cheesy hours with kim taehyung! this series was my first fic ever, and i wrote it last winter before i joined tumblr. here we have the revamped, hopefully improved version! hope you guys enjoy this completely foolish couple !!

⤞ credits: special shoutout to @jaeism​​​​​​ for making the two gooorgeous banners for me and @amourtae​​​​​​​ & @jimilter​​​​​​​ for beta’ing this whole thing <3 you’ve really been dealing with me and i’ll never be able to express my gratitude !!

⇢ CHAPTER INDEX

⇢ chapter 1: the first glance (8.6k)

⇢ chapter 2: colliding with you (7.5k)

⇢ chapter 3: fly to me (m) (10.5k)

⇢ chapter 4: sweet night (10.1k)

⇢ chapter 5: fading pain (8.1k)

⇢ chapter 6 (final): in your palms (9.7k)

⇢ epilogue (2.7k)

⤞ listen to: Winter Bear & Sweet Night by V <3

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↳ Character | Yoongi x reader

↳ Genre | Angst, Smut/Mature scenes, Arranged Marriage! AU, Suspense

↳ Word Count | 11,500 words

↳ Summary | He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

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for you ・ ksj

▷ㅤprompt: when seokjin defended you against those men, he was just doing his job. protecting you was his duty and you knew that. then why did seeing him hurt make you feel as if your heart was being torn apart?

ㅤ●⠀listen to: For You ― BTS ㅤ●⠀fanfic aesthetic (by the very talented @diorkoo!) ㅤ●⠀fanfic inspired by this post (by @/babybatgi on twt.)

▷ㅤpairings: kim seokjin x reader ▷ㅤgenre: mafia!au, angst, fluff ▷ㅤwords: 8.5k+ words ▷ㅤrating: teen (T) ▷ㅤwarnings: bodyguard!seokjin, mafia princess!reader, mentions of blood, fight scenes, violent scenes, mc has multiple breakdowns, yoongi does god's work and oh there's also an explosion :) ▷ㅤevents & mentions: written for amy's nuevo comienzo collab! thank you @tenderfrailty for letting me be a part of your collab <3 a bigger thank you to @playmetheclassics for beta reading turning my senseless drivel into an amazing fic! extra thanks to @taeshobipop and indigo for helping me out when i was stuck! i couldn't have done it without you guys <3

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Upon entering the large building, you had immediately captured his attention. The bright clothes you had stood out in contrast to the monochrome setting around you. You looked like a splash of vibrant colors on a blank canvas, unwittingly attracting everyone's attention.

The voluminous, soft strands of your hair bounced with every movement as they brushed against your cheeks. The newest addition to the gang smirked, sinful eyes roaming your figure.

"Who is she?"

"Her?" Yoongi raised his eyebrows, looking at you, then back to him when the male nodded.

"Kang Y/N." He smirked, observing the newcomer nod.

"I wouldn't even think about it, though."

"Why not?" The newbie looked up at Yoongi inquisitively, while the man couldn't help but chuckle. "Because here in the underground, you fight for girls like her. And when it comes to Kang Y/N, Kim Seokjin has never lost."

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If there was anything, you hated more than your father's line of work was knowing people were on the receiving end because of you.

It wasn't easy being the daughter of one of the most feared mafia leaders on the planet. Not only were you exposed to situations no person should ever have to deal with at a very young age, but you had also grown accustomed to a lot of circumstances you shouldn't have to cope with.

From sobbing your eyes out every time you hear even the faintest sound of screams to watching your father shoot a bullet through a man's head without as much as flinching, you had come a long way.

Just because you had adapted to many of these things ― torture, death and injury ― didn't necessarily mean you were okay with it. You tried your best to avoid that side of your life actively. The side that people would immediately judge you for. The side that you could never escape from no matter how much you tried.

Unfortunately, that side that was going to be a part of you forever. As much as you hated it, you knew you were going to reach a point where your father would step down from his position (either willingly or not), and you were expected to take after him. Though he was aware of the feelings you had towards his line of work, your father truly loved you and did his best to make sure you could live life as easily as possible.

A lot of things changed for you during your lifetime.

You had changed locations at least eight times, ranging from different countries to going as far as different continents. You had changed ways of living, from luxurious houses to one-bedroom apartments in an attempt to remain inconspicuous.

You had even changed identities: names, appearances, and many forged documents.

But there was only one thing that remained constant in your life. One person never faltered or backed away from your side no matter what life threw at you. One person that didn't think twice before prioritizing you over himself.

And that person was none other than your protector.

Kim Seokjin.

Although details about his past were still unknown to you, his presence in your life was something you remembered even in the earlier periods of your life. See, there were several instances where you were separated from your family. Your mother had left your father and shortly died while you were only a toddler.

Every caretaker or butler was either replaced or removed altogether after you had come of age. Even your father, no matter how much he loved you, was separated from you at some point in your life for a large portion of time.

Yet Seokjin remained by your side, silently being there for you through it all.

Seokjin was a very unusual man.

Unusual, in the sense that his physical appeal greatly juxtaposed his personality. At first glance, he looked like one of the sweetest people you'd ever meet. Soft brown eyes, round cheeks, and pouty lips only accentuated his adorable appearance.

Seokjin was well built, tall and broad shoulders, with the body of a male model. Or boyfriend shaped as you'd often call it (not in front of him, though). He was the kind of guy that all people crushed on or imagined a life with no matter what gender or sexual preference. With his perfectly styled black hair that you'd always see him run his fingers through, he unknowingly stole everyone's attention when he'd walk into a room.

Seokjin's personality, on the other hand, completely contrasted his looks. If you'd take a closer glance into his eyes, you'd notice how blank they were; absolutely no emotion visible in those deep irises. Albeit his voice was smooth and melodious with a slightly rough undertone to it, you had barely heard him speak in your presence, the only messages being, 'your father wants to speak to you' or, 'your father instructed me to come with you' and so on.

Despite him being one of the only people permitted to address you with your name, you had rarely heard him use it.

Your relationship with him was strictly professional. He was merely a protector, a bodyguard if you will, who was instructed to stay by your side. Your feelings didn't stray beyond that barrier.

At least that's what you thought.

Until today.

Your window was curtained shut, the lack of light led you to stumble multiple times from the journey from your en-suite bathroom to your closet. Towel wrapped around your frame, you skipped through your room while attempting to avoid stepping or tripping over all the clothes and shoes strewn over the wooden floors.

Blindly pulling out a sweatshirt and the first pair of pants you could feel, you threw them on, hoping you didn't look like a disaster.

Thankfully it was the weekend, and you didn't have to attend university. Because exam season was approaching, a majority of your classes had been paused since most of your professors had already finished teaching their modules beforehand. You had nothing to do all day besides some extra notes you had to take and topics you needed to revise.

Fall was approaching, and the weather was gradually becoming chillier with every passing day, which only strengthened your desire to stay indoors at every chance you got.

Being the only daughter of Kang Hyunjoon, known worldwide by his alias Kamau, there were a lot of restrictions you had to deal with. Although not many people outside the immediate circle of your father's gang knew about your existence, you had to be careful of who you associated yourself with, where you went and how you presented yourself.

Every acquaintance or friend you had gone through severe background checks before you were allowed to meet with them.

Though you were generally an extroverted person who enjoyed meeting people and making new friends, the atmosphere you grew up in made you reserved and doubtful of others.

You were friendly, but you kept everyone around you at arm's length.

Slipping on a pair of fuzzy socks, you began shuffling through the mess on your bed in search of your phone.

Pulling the sheets and pillows to the side before throwing them on the floor altogether. Mumbling profanities under your breath, you shuffled through your room in search of the device when a harsh knock on the door startled you out of your headspace.

"Yes?" You spoke, voice slightly strained.

You heard a click before the door slowly swung open, Seokjin's head peering through as his gaze dropped to the floor respectfully.

"Your father wants to see you."

"Okay." You hummed. "I just need to find my phone first."

He glanced at you before slowly pushing the door open and making his way into the mess that was your room. You watched him stride towards your window before pulling the blinds apart, the motion causing bright beams of sunlight to lighten up the space.

A twinge of annoyance flitted across his features, plump lips pursing. You resisted the urge to hiss out an exaggerated 'I'm melting' when the harsh light hit your eyes, but you didn't want to displease him further. You had an entire day to while away in his presence. It was way too early for you to be irritating him.

Brown eyes scanned through the room before reaching forward and knocking a pile of clothes out of the way. You sighed in relief when the familiar screen of your phone, along with its ridiculous multicolored unicorn phone case, came into view.

"Thank you!" You grinned, skipping over and taking the phone from his grasp, trying to ignore the tingles that buzzed down your spine when your fingers brushed against his and masking the hitch in your breath with a fake cough. "Should we go now?"

You watched Seokjin's gaze drop to your outfit before his eyebrow quirked. He looked like he wanted to say something but was holding himself back. Nevertheless, he didn't protest and began walking out of the room with a soft 'okay'.

The car ride was silent save for the low hum of classical music that played through the speakers. Your fingers idly traced the seams of the backseat while Seokjin sat upfront and your father's designated chauffeur drove.

The vehicle smoothly navigated through the mostly empty streets since the public rarely used the route you were taking. You didn't bat an eye when the car stalled at the private checkpoint that was hidden from the public view as the men standing there scanned Seokjin and your driver's faces.

The heavy metal door slid open, revealing a dark and narrow pathway that would lead straight to the garage of your father's headquarters, where the second check would take place. Thankfully the men recognized you and Seokjin, silently letting you past the security.

"Wait right here." Seokjin rasped once you made it into the corridor of the headquarters, not giving you time to respond before making his way back out through the door.

You shrugged, pulling your phone out from your handbag as you switched the device on. Tapping on the device, you didn't notice the loud exchange of voices until you felt a looming presence behind you.

"Are you sure it's because of that? Or does nobody approach her because they aren't man enough? Hey! Let the lady decide!"

Your gaze snapped upwards, trying not to cringe at how close the unknown man was standing behind you. "Uh, can I help you?"

"Can you?" He retorted.

"I don't understand," you mumbled after a few moments of silence, taking a few steps back.

"Of course, you don't," the man laughed.

"See, the boys and I were wondering if there was a reason the men here don't make advances to you. Is it because of your daddy is the boss?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as his hand reached out towards your shoulder. "Or because ―"

"Get the fuck away from her." You heard a voice snarl from behind you before a dark wall stood between you and him, cutting the man out of view.

"Come on, man. We were talking!" You head the creep laugh. "Hey, girl ― tell your guard dog to back off."

"I don't care." Seokjin gritted. Your heart thudded in your chest, taking aback by the tone of his voice. His tone had dropped a few octaves, body towering over yours. He was so close you could smell the sweet scent of his cologne wafting off the coat he had on. "Back off."

"What is going on here?"

Immediately the tension in the air increased tenfold. Everyone watching over the scene unfolding had either scurried off or were too scared to move. Your gaze fell on your father, flanked by his second in command, who were making their way towards the three of you. "I asked you a question."

"He was bothering Y/N," Seokjin in replied, slightly shifting to the side so that he was face to face with your father. Instinctively, you had followed the movement, not realizing you had done it until your nose brushed against his back. The man in question stared back at your father silently, face giving nothing away.

"All newcomers were specially instructed about how they are to behave around my daughter." Your dad said, eerily calm. Eyes widening once his words registered, your lips parted in shock.

The gang members are given orders about how they were supposed to act around you?

How long has this been going on?

Was Seokjin given instructions too?

The last question made your chest ache. Maybe that's why he was so cold. Because he wasn't given a choice but to be around you.

Your mind was buzzing with different possibilities as each one left an even harsher pinch in your heart. Trying not to fall down the rabbit hole that was your thought process, you only managed to catch the last few words of what your dad said to both of them.

"... if this is how you're going to behave, then go ahead." The corner of your father's lips turned upwards. "Settle it like men."

Recognition flashed through both opposing parties' eyes as Seokjin stepped away from you. You watched their actions apprehensively as your father made his way to your side.

What were they doing?

Before the question could leave your lips, within the blink of an eye, Seokjin had hurled his fist into the man's face as you heard a sickening crunch from the latter. Blood spilled out of his nose as he lunged at Seokjin with his arms out in an attempt to wrap it around your protector's neck.

A scream tore through the air, and it took you a couple of seconds to register that it was yours. Disgust, anger, but mostly fear prickled through your veins, unsure of the purpose this situation served. Guilt was also one of the intense emotions you were feeling, knowing both men were getting hurt because of you.

Knowing Seokjin was getting hurt because of you.

Tears blurred your vision. You vaguely felt a hand wrap around your arm and pull you in the opposite direction. The tips of your fingers turned cold, intense feelings dissipating and leaving behind a numb sensation in your chest. Even when you were pulled around the corner, your vision was tunneled on Seokjin and the blood spilling from his mouth as he fought the man in the middle of the corridor.

The image continued to haunt you even after you had safely made your way to your father's office. Black dots clouded your vision while Yoongi sat you down. His lips moved, but you couldn't hear a thing. It felt like your head was underwater, and everything around you was moving in slow motion. It wasn't until you felt the soft fabric of the sofa under your fingers did you finally succumb to the darkness.

The next time you woke up, you were back in your room at home. Brushing the sleep out of your eyes, you slowly bought yourself to a sitting position and looked around the space you were in. Your room was spotless in contrast to the mess it was when you left. Slowly, the memories before you had passed out filtered through your mind.

There was an ache at the back of your head as you recalled the fire in Seokjin's eyes while he fought that man. You could imagine the snarl on his lips as he repeatedly punched him, mauling his face beyond recognition. It had been so easy to assume Seokjin wasn't like the people your father dealt with.

Seokjin had always been by your side, the softness in his voice not faltering in your presence. His behavior towards you was the epitome of patient ― never did he step out of line no matter how much of a hard time you'd give him.

It was too easy to forget that he, too, had a story.

A reason he was here.

"Y/N?"

Gaze turning towards the source of the noise, you gasped. "Seokjin?"

"Are you okay?" He frowned. You spotted a butterfly bandage across the bridge of his nose. What looked like purple bruises lined his cheek, the corner of his lip swollen.

"Yoongi said you passed out in your father's office yesterday." Seokjin said making your eyes widen.

"Yesterday?"

"You've been out for a while." He hummed. "Your father was worried."

A thousand questions ran through your head ― yet you weren't sure where to start or if he would tell you the truth.

Not knowing what to say, you pursed your lips and looked down at your hands intertwined on your blanketed lap. You were still wearing the clothes you had on before, you noticed.

Just when he turned around to leave, you spoke.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." he replied curtly.

"You didn't have to do that." You said, frustrated. Though you were already aware of his reply even before the words left your lips, you couldn't help but say it. It was just so wrong; him putting his life on the line for you.

"I'm your protector. It is my job."

Sighing, you gazed at the bandages worriedly. "Does it hurt?"

Seokjin's eyes glazed over, looking at you with an emotion you couldn't recognize. Was it warmth, perhaps? Pity? You weren't sure. All you knew was that nobody had ever looked at you that way before.

"It doesn't."

"It wasn't worth it." You huffed, looking away as you felt your vision blur with tears the longer you stared at it. Why were you getting emotional?

It was his job.

He chuckled, the rich sound making a shiver dip down your spine. Your breath hitched as his dark eyes continued to gaze at you with that unfamiliar emotion.

"It was."

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The incident left a more profound impression on you than you could fathom. Just as how you were programmed to deal with mentally and emotionally demanding situations, you pushed the experience at the back of your mind and chose to busy yourself in other affairs hoping they would give you peace of mind. Your semester end tests were approaching, and you had a lot of last-minute assignments to complete, so you were cooped up in your room for the rest of the month.

Except for the maid who would deliver your meals and the periodic appearance of your father, you hadn't seen or interacted with anyone else. You would think about Seokjin from time to time, but the memory would trigger extreme feelings of guilt and confusion. Not to mention the unusual tug in your chest that you couldn't explain.

The only part of the encounter that you found remotely positive was that such an incident would never occur again. The experience made you highly uncomfortable, but since Seokjin stood up for you, nobody would think about cornering you ever again.

Oh, how wrong you were.

A couple of months had passed. Your father did his best to limit your exposure to the business. You were generally very uneasy when it came to the gang, but the fight only increased your distress tenfold.

Meanwhile, your relationship ― or lack thereof ― with Seokjin had shifted into something more incomprehensible. In contrast to the two-foot distance he'd keep in between you and himself, he would now make sure he was close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off his body or the ghost of his hand on your lower back.

Every time he'd do that, you could feel electricity shoot up your spine, heart lurching in your chest. The times where his fingers would brush against your own when you would walk side-by-side made you want nothing more than to slip your hand into his.

You were so terrified of these budding feelings that you tried your best to avoid him as much as you could, including locking yourself in your room and pretending you didn't notice his shadow linger by your door before you'd go to bed.

At least that's who you thought it was when you heard a knock on your bedroom door one day. However, you were surprised to see the person behind it.

"Oh!" You gasped. "Yoongi. What are you doing here?"

"Your father requested me to drop you off at the base since some affiliates are coming over, and he doesn't want you in the house."

"And... where is Seokjin?"

Yoongi smirked. "Waiting for you in the car."

"Okay." You hesitated, slipping your coat on and making your way down to the garage.

Pausing near the entrance, your eyes widened upon seeing the black car waiting for you with its doors open. Seokjin sat in the back seat for the first time, wearing all black as he idly scrolled through his phone.

"Go on." You heard Yoongi chuckle behind you, snapping you out of your stupor. "We don't have all day."

Shuffling into the car and closing the door shut, you opted for keeping silent despite the many questions you had. Ultra aware of every slight movement Seokjin made, you didn't realize the car had already reached the base until he pushed the door open. It was hard to pay attention to the things around you when all of your thoughts were consumed by him. The way he blinked when he was confused. The way he would subtly purse his plump lips to stop himself from smiling. The way he would ―

"Y/N?"

A warm hand wrapped around your waist. You jumped at the contact, turning around and coming face to face ― well, face to chest ― with your protector.

"Yes?" You whimpered, enlarged orbs staring at the smooth fabric of his coat since you were too much of a wuss to make eye contact while standing so close to him. "W-What's wrong?"

He laughed quietly, the hand around your waist not faltering.

"You're going the wrong way."

Blood rushing to your face, neck and ears, you mumbled curses under your breath along with a huffed 'I knew that’ as you pulled away from him and stomped in the opposite direction.

"Still the wrong way!"

Curse that pretty face!

Trailing behind him with a pout, the two of you walked to the correct area where your father was waiting for you. He was on the phone when you walked in, speaking in a foreign dialect you were unaware of as you sat yourself down on the large leather couch tucked in the corner of the room. You picked up the book that had been discarded on the table, opting to flip through it while your father wrapped up business.

Despite your efforts, you were still hyperaware of Seokjin casually drifting in your direction and taking a seat across you.

And that's how you expected the rest of the day to go. But fate wasn't as kind to you as you'd hoped.

"The driver should come and drop you home around 8." Your dad informed, putting his mask on. "I have some ―"

"Boss!"

The gang's third in command had walked through the doors of your father's study, alarm masking his face. Immediately Seokjin had risen from his seat near you, reflexively putting his body between the door and your line of sight. His shoulders relaxed slightly upon seeing the intruder but didn't move. Your father stood up from his desk, the chair scraping across the floor. You watched the exchange curiously, book in your hand long forgotten since the interruption.

"What's going on, Jimin?"

His anxious gaze dropped to you before turning back to your dad. "There's another... contender."

Your father scoffed, eyes narrowing. "Contender? For what?"

"For your daughter."

The air around the four of you froze, and you felt as if the wind had been knocked out of your lungs. Seokjin exchanged looks with your father before straightening his back and stepping forward. You didn't realize what you were doing until you grabbed a fistful of his coat sleeve, pulling him back.

"No! No... No please," your father gaped at you, shock lacking his features.

"Y/N?"

"Dad, no! No! Stop it!" You shrieked, pointing the finger at him. "This isn't necessary! Why can't you just kill that guy off?"

"Y/N..." Seokjin whispered, hands coming up to brush the tears off your cheeks. You didn't even realize you were crying. Gazing at his face from how close you two were standing, you could still notice the faded scars from the previous encounter—soft lines embedded in the bridge of his nose and on his right cheek. You could feel his fingers wrap around your clenched fist and gently unwrap your hand from his coat. "It's fine."

"Don't say that!" You hissed, turning away from him. "God, this is so fucked up."

You could vaguely hear the sound of footsteps retreating behind you before the door slammed shut.

"Y/N, look." Your dad sighed.

"This is all your fault!" You snarled, grabbing your bag from the floor. "I hate you!"

Ignoring his yells, you stormed through the door and made your way down the endless corridors, running as far as your feet would take you. With no particular destination in mind, you roamed through the silent halls while trying to ignore the pulsing void in your chest at the thought of Seokjin getting hurt because of you again.

The floor was empty for some reason, and although that confused you, you were too caught up in your thoughts to bother about it. Kicking open the red door at the end of the corridor, you opted for going down those stairs instead of taking the elevator on the opposite end of the floor, which required you to pass by your father's office.

The faded sounds of screaming got louder the further you went underground; cheers, as well as curses, made the walls shake from how deafening they were. Wiping the tears and sweat off your face with your sleeve, you shuffled towards the source of the noise.

A large silver door greeted you once you reached what looked like the basement. The walls down here weren't painted, unlike the ones above. You spotted dark stains on the floors and dust gathering on what looked like a broken fire extinguisher.

You pushed the hatch across the door with a nervous inhale, the metal entry creaking open ominously. The first thing you registered was the brassy stench of marijuana in the air. You coughed, hand coming up to cover your mouth as you stepped into the place, ignoring the warning alarms that were ringing in your head. A large throng of people were situated a few meters away, standing on their toes and cheering for something in the middle of the room. The bright white lights on the ceiling made you cringe.

Staggering towards the group, you glanced at where everyone seemed to be looking. You blinked a couple of times, gaze zeroing on the two men at the center. It took a few seconds for you to register who the bloodied man throwing punches to the nearly unconscious figure was, but when you did, you felt your breakfast crawl up your throat.

Seokjin was bleeding. Everywhere. From the red staining his torn shirt to it dripping down his hairline. You even spotted patches of blood on the floor. Slapping a hand over your mouth, you turned away, not realizing the grip someone had on your hand until you were bent over a trashcan, emptying your guts.

You felt someone pull your hair out of your face and pat your back as you heaved, white knuckles clutching the cold metal rim. Slowly raising your head, you dropped your shaking body on the concrete as you tried to even your breath. Wiping your mouth with the sleeve of your jacket, you met the unimpressed (and slightly disgusted) gaze Yoongi had on.

"You shouldn't have run away like that. Your father was worried."

You closed your eyes.

"Good."

"I'm not your babysitter."

"I can't keep saving you from the dumb situations you throw yourself in." He glared, but you couldn't spot an ounce of heat in his eyes.

"Sorry." You grimaced. "And thank you."

A beat of silence passed. You tried not to squirm under Yoongi's gaze. It wasn't as if he was looking at you improperly; it was just that his eyes were so sharp and calculating that you felt exposed when he surveyed you.

"Why does it bother you so much?"

"What?"

"Seokjin." He clarified. "Getting hurt."

Your eyes widened, a half-assed excuse on your lips but an eyebrow raise was all it took for you to dismiss the thought.

"I just don't want people getting hurt because of me."

"Feeling guilty and remorseful is understandable." He hummed thoughtfully. "But getting sick and passing out when seeing them bleed?"

"What are you implying?" You gulped, not wanting to hear the exact words that have been haunting you for days.

"You're in love with him."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement. You might not have known Min Yoongi personally, but you knew he wasn't a liar. He looked at you with a challenge in his eyes, daring you to disagree.

You couldn't.

"I know."

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Seokjin sighed in relief, the cool ointment momentarily soothing the sting from his wounds. On the one hand, he was grateful for the alleviation since the constant tingle of pain was a distraction, yet on the other hand, the distraction itself was a little something he was thankful for since it diverted his mind from thinking about you.

Which was quite a feat since being around you 24/7 was his job.

It didn't help that he knew you like the back of his hand. Probably even better than your father did. He recognized every small movement, even a change in your breathing pattern. He was so accustomed to your presence that he welcomed the change in his feelings towards you with open arms.

It's kind of like that momentary peace felt when a person is drowning and finally succumbs to the water instead of fighting it.

Seokjin knew from the start that loving you was inevitable. He also knew that loving you would lead nowhere.

Until his traitorous heart leapt with hope the day, he looked into your eyes and spotted something much more than casual acknowledgement.

He saw frustration: at your father, at yourself and at the situation you were in because there was nothing you could do. He saw anger: how accepting everyone was and how accepting he was, with getting hurt. He saw sadness and loneliness too in the depths of your eyes, but most of all, Seokjin saw fear: not for yourself, but for him, when he put himself on the line for you.

Hope was a dangerous thing for a man like him.

Securing the bandage around his wrist with a clip, he re-checked his appearance in the floor-length mirror in his walk-in closet. He was informed of an essential gathering taking place at a remote location on the outskirts of Seoul. Your presence was required in the meeting, which is why he was tagging along too.

Your father had given special orders to him and the rest of the personal security tagging along. Something about the location made him antsy, which is why your dad resorted to doubling the guards and assigning both him and Yoongi to take care of you. As usual, you weren't informed of this and instead were given a vague warning to not roam around without Seokjin by your side.

"Ready?" Yoongi's gruff voice piped from the entrance of his room, followed by three knocks on the hardwood door.

"Come on, princess, we haven't got all day."

Seokjin rolled his eyes, responding with a short 'I'm coming' before leaving the room. Yoongi's eyes raked over his figure, giving him an approving nod as the duo made their way to your room. "Nice touch." The shorter male stated, glancing at the small blue handkerchief in his breast pocket as they rounded the corridor.

"Blue is Y/N's favorite color."

Seokjin kept quiet, trying to ignore how his ears burned at the comment.

"Y/N?" Yoongi knocked on your bedroom door. "We only have five minutes left, are you done?"

They could hear shuffling from the other side of the door before it was pulled open.

"Yeah, I'm done. We can go now."

Seokjin's breath hitched when you shuffled out of the room, hands holding a small clutch that matched your pretty blue dress. He loved those moments not just because of how soft and snug you looked but also because they reflected the most authentic version of you.

You rarely wore makeup or anything fancy around the house since it was impractical and made you uncomfortable, only opting for light creams and powders if needed.

Yet seeing you here, all dolled up in front of him, made his heart jolt in his chest.

Your eyes snapped to his, a pretty pink hue dusting the apples of your cheeks at Seokjin's intense gaze. Nervously picking on the stray threads of your sleeve, you tried not to squirm at how open you felt.

"Great!" Yoongi exclaimed a little too loudly, grabbing your attention. "Let's go."

You nodded, brushing past him and making your way down the all too familiar path that led to the basement. A car was waiting for you, as usual, the shiny exterior of the sleek black vehicle mirroring your reflection. Yoongi slipped into the front seat next to the driver as Seokjin joined you at the back.

"You... both look nice." Your face flushed as you corrected yourself immediately. Clearing your throat and looking away, you pretended not to notice the smirk and eye roll Yoongi shot you from the front seat.

"You look beautiful as well, Y/N." Seokjin replied softly, making your cheeks redden further.

"Thanks."

The sky had significantly darkened as the car swerved onto a muddy path. We had left the city and were approaching the suburbs of Seoul, where one could only spot trees and greenery for miles. After ten minutes of cautiously driving on the bumpy road, the car came to a halt in the middle of a small clearing.

Heart pounding at the prospect of being alone in the middle of nowhere, you exited the vehicle after Yoongi and Seokjin, following them as they made their way through the shrubbery. You were surprised to notice a steel gateway with a group of men waiting in front of it, only a few feet away from where your car had halted.

Opening your clutch, you pulled out the small metal card that your father had handed you when he informed you of the gathering. Handing the silver card over to one of the men, he scanned it on a device before letting you pass through the doorway.

Both your guards did the same as the three of you carefully walked into the location. There was something you found unusual about the security of the place, but you couldn't put your finger on it. When you finally entered the space, Seokjin hovered close to you, bright lights momentarily blinding you.

Blinking a couple of times, you spotted your father across the room, speaking to a couple of familiar faces you remembered seeing around. Your father caught your gaze and beckoned you over with a smile.

Plastering a sweet smile on, you made your way into the party.

Your father was very particular about your involvement in the business, so there were only a handful of times where he would allow your presence in gatherings as such. When you did attend, your job was simple ― mingle selectively and keep the people you talk to at arm's length. Never give out personal details, and stay mindful of who you speak with. Either stay by your father's side or with your guards and never wander alone.

The guest list was carefully considered, you noted. All the people in the hall were ones you recognized. They were all present there, from top drug producers to CEOs of underground weapon manufacturing companies.

"The lounge is beautifully decorated Mr. Jun." You piped, as the host in question conversed with you.

"I spared no expense." He looked around with an unusual gleam in his eye that you barely caught before it disappeared. "Only the best, for the best."

"Makes sense." You chuckled, setting your glass down on the table near you. "Excuse me."

Jun nodded, giving you a long look before turning to initiate a conversation with the next group as you made your way to the bathrooms tucked in the corner down the hallway.

Dismissing the small group of women who immediately halted their conversation when you walked in, you turned on the faucet and slipped your hands under the water, letting it warm up your cold fingers.

"Umm, you're Y/N, right?"

"Yes?" glancing at the source of the voice through the mirror, you spotted a woman who looked about your age. She stood around three other women, who were also looking at you curiously.

"The man with you." She began. "Is that your bodyguard?"

Narrowing your eyes in confusion, your head tilted to the side.

"Yes, he is."

"Where did you get him?"

"Where did I get him?" You scoffed. "He's a person, not a pet."

Uncertainty flashed through her eyes. "I meant, what's his name?"

"That is none of your business." You replied shortly, grabbing a paper towel and wiping your hands. The women looked taken aback by your sharp tone as they hurried out of the bathroom. Rolling your eyes once they were gone, you tossed the used tissue in the dustbin and resorted to running your slightly damp fingers through your hair.

The unusual stroke of jealousy that pinched at your heart made you huff. Why were you acting so possessive over him? It wasn't like the two of you were dating. Tears pricked your eyes at the harsh reminder as you took a deep breath and touched up your makeup.

He is just your bodyguard.

"Y/N!" "We need to leave." Seokjin's panicked voice echoed through the empty space as the bathroom door slammed open.

"This is the women's room ―"

You gasped when he grabbed your elbow harshly. "We need to leave now."

"What even?" You panicked, seeing all the guests yelling and pulling out their weapons. "Oh my god."

It was almost as if a movie was playing in slow motion.

You saw a flash of Mr. Jun's figure at the top of the steps before Seokjin had pushed you on the floor, shielding you with his body. Groaning at the pain at the back of your head from hitting the marble floor, your lips parted in question when the loudest bang you've ever heard came from the far corner of the room.

The entire foundation shook at the explosion, momentarily deafening you before another similar bang hit, but closer to where you were.

A pained scream left Seokjin's lips as he crushed you against his chest, safeguarding you from the brunt of the blast. The ringing in your ears disoriented you, bleary eyes not being able to spot anything but dust and gravel swirling in the air. You blinked, but it felt like an eternity had passed since you opened your eyes. Figures were running around and screaming while most were on the floor unmoving. It wasn't until you felt the hold on you slacken minutely did you shift your head upwards, coming face to face with a barely conscious Seokjin. Your brain was screaming at you to do something, but your body wasn't complying.

One by one, the memories from the last few hours started to play through your mind like a tape recorder.

Dressing up for the party.

The car ride with Seokjin.

Talking to people.

The conversation in the bathroom.

Seokjin.

Oh god, Seokjin.

Heart hammering in your chest, you unlocked his arms from around you with minimal difficulty and pushed him onto his side. A sharp pain shot up your spine when you got onto your knees, but you ignored it in favor of making sure he was okay.

Tears filled your waterline at the sight of all the blood smeared over the expanse of his back. A large cut dipped down his left shoulder blade and extended down to the bottom of his ribs. The sight was so graphic.

It looked like his entire back had been torn open from the explosion. Sobbing, you checked his pulse, not being able to focus on anything due to the ringing in your ears and the sound of screams from behind you. Your brain short-circuited, hands moving at their own accord as you tore off a large portion of your gown and attempted to press on the wound.

"Why?" You cried, watching his eyes weakly flutter open. "Why would you do something like that? Why didn't you run away?"

Cracked lips parted, coughing out blood.

"Y/N, Run,"

"No." Desperately trying to patch the injury up, you pulled him closer to your lap to shelter him from the falling debris.

"You're so stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." Sniffling, you tried to keep yourself from panicking, but the sight of his blood soaking through the fabric and pooling on the floor beneath him was making you hysteric.

If he didn't receive medical attention immediately, you knew he wouldn't make it.

Red spilled through his lips as he weakly wrapped his arms around your waist. His skin was cold to the touch, face pale.

"Please just stay with me. Please, I'm begging you."

"Y/N..." He rasped, voice weak. "Thank you."

"For what?" You bawled. "Being the cause of your death? Seokjin I fucking mean it. If you die on me, I will never forgive you. You can't leave me, not you. Please not you..."

"I should have treated you better... I'm sorry." Seokjin groaned, tired eyes surveying you for ― what could be ― the last time.

"I love you..." You admitted, tears dripping down your face. Thumb wiping the blood off his mouth, you dipped down and placed a wobbly kiss on his forehead. Nose brushing against his own, you pressed your lips against his, trying to focus on the softness of the muscle instead of the metallic taste on your tongue. "I'm so sorry."

Three words sat on the tip of his tongue, threatening to break out. He needed you to know how he felt, but he didn't want to burden you with his feelings, knowing he wouldn't survive this. You deserved a life after he was gone, and the last thing he would ever wish was for you to spend the rest of your life bearing the brunt of his ill-fated confession.

A loud crash was heard from across the room as the locked doors had been broken down, multiple men rushing in and beginning to secure the area. You watched the light fade from his gaze, eyes flickering shut like a pair of hands pulled you away from his body.

You didn't have the strength left in you to protest; the image of Seokjin bloody and beaten up branded to your mind. It was your fault he was roped into this mess. If you didn't exist, he would probably be with his family, safe and sound. Away from the disaster that you were.

Black dots clouded your vision, and you succumbed to it without a fight, wishing you wouldn't open your eyes ever again.

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As Hölderlin once said, "We are all mortals, born to suffer."

It was a harsh realization, knowing the feelings that seemed to mean nothing to you were ultimately the ones that impacted you the most.

It's ironic how you had never given much thought about death despite growing up in a risky environment. Sure, you had imagined multiple situations out of curiosity; being shot, kidnapped, arrested or killed in an accident. But none of them frightened you since the things you'd seen alive were much more damaging than death itself could be.

Your entire life flashed before your eyes. Every single horrible memory replayed before your eyes. Every caretaker. Every bodyguard. Every fight. Every injury. Every moment spent locked up in my room alone.

The time your mother walked out on you. The news of her death. Moving houses. Every new identity. Every location.

Meeting Seokjin.

Watching someone die. Watching someone get tortured for the first time.

It was too much for you, their cries and pleas echoing through your mind for days to the point of insanity. You thought it would be the end of you.

But it wasn't.

Life went on.

You fell in love.

You found Seokjin.

Seokjin was your safe place, your home. Although it wasn't the love story you imagined and you never got a chance to address your feelings properly, he made you feel safe. He made you feel protected ― something your father could rarely do. He might not have been verbal about it, but you knew he cared for you; the multiple times he openly chose your wellbeing over his was proof enough of the fact.

And then the last memory you had replayed through your mind. The fire. The blood. His eyes were glazing over—the immeasurable pain in your chest.

"She's been in a coma for days." You heard a voice say. It was as if your head was underwater, and you struggled to make sense of the words until after they reverberated through your head. "How are we supposed to tell her that her father is dead?"

You couldn't make sense of what was being said. The rational part of your brain felt trapped at how you couldn't move or react at all, while the more significant portion wanted nothing more than for everything to end. You had suffered way too much.

It felt like an eternity had passed when you were finally able to come to, the muscles in your fingers twitching as the noises around you sounded less drained. An irregular beeping was heard to your right as your breathing picked up from the sudden overwhelming rush of consciousness.

"Mr. Kang prepared for this situation before his death." You heard the same voice say from somewhere nearby. "Keep them safe while I wrap this up. I'm afraid it has all come to an end."

"She's waking up." A gruff voice said near your ear before you felt the warmth of a hand against your arm, something small and metallic near your chest. "Heart rate is spiking. Put her on breathing assistance."

Despite the soreness in your throat, you parted your cracked lips and voiced your thoughts.

"What... happened?"

"Miss Kang." The man checking your vitals grimaced. "Please relax."

"Who... are you?" You mumbled, not being able to recognize his face. He noticed the sudden change in your vitals, wide eyes turning to you. Panic filtered into your veins, muscles twitching in an attempt to take control of your body.

"I'm one of the unidentified followers in your father's gang; an emergency contact if you will." He informed, un-clipping the heart monitor from your pointer finger. "My name is Hans."

The revelation spiked even more anxiety, memories flooding through your mind. "Seok...jin - my dad... Tell me..."

He sighed, gaze pained. "There's no easy way to say this but Mr. Kang died instantly due to his proximity with the blast. The explosion was so huge it attracted attention from the police force. The central got involved, and we've been found out. Everybody is either dead or in prison. Your father had already prepared for this situation in advance, so you are currently at a small farm in Busan."

Tears pricked your eyes from the heavy news, heart jumping in your chest. The man noticed, flipping a few switches and checking your pulse. Because you had just woken up, your mind was moving in slow motion, and you weren't able to fully comprehend the impact of the situation.

"Are we," You croaked. "Going to jail?"

Since he was facing away from you, you could not notice the drop in his expression. Hans injected something into the bag, the clear liquid turning opaque with the medicine.

"No, we aren't." He pursed his lips. "The force has decided to stop the investigation once all the people in charge are found. In exchange for your safety, someone has decided to take the fall on your behalf. I haven't been informed as to who, but all I know is that none of us is allowed to enter Seoul ever again. I already have the documents to your new identity, and once you recover, we're supposed to move to our next destination."

Your vision blurred, muscles relaxing as he pulled the thin covers up to your shoulders. A sad smile tugged at his lips. "I'm sorry for your loss, but you have to rest for now. I'll explain more once you wake up."

And just like that, you drifted off.

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[ E P I L O G U E ]

The prison cell was cold and empty.

Not to mention that winter was approaching in Seoul, and the weather dipped at least ten degrees, making the nights even colder with every passing day. When he'd put his hand against the brick walls, he could feel the chill radiating off the cement.

In times like this, Yoongi liked to think about the things in his life he was thankful for before he would go to sleep.

First, a roof over his head. People in the world struggled to have the same, and despite how much of a rocky life he'd lived, Yoongi was thankful for one thing that he wasn't robbed of ― necessities.

Second, being alive and healthy. It wasn't perfect in any way, and there were occasional instances where he felt under the weather, but he was thankful nonetheless.

Last, his family. Fingers slipping into the band of his sock, he pulled out a small circular locket he smuggled into the facility. Making sure there weren't any guards in the area, he flipped onto his side, shielding the small object from everyone's view except his.

He flipped the locket open, blurry image of his mother holding a newly birthed child greeting him.

Yoongi's mother had a tough life raising him. It was hard looking after a kid while trying to make ends meet. For a very long time, both mother and son spend days like machines, wandering without a purpose.

Until it finally came to them.

"Promise me, Yoongi, you'd do whatever it takes to protect her." He remembered his mother begging during her final days. "Take care of her when I'm gone. That is all I ask of you."

He watched the light fade from his mother's eyes, her cold dead hands clutching a sleeping baby girl in her arms. He didn't have time to dwell on the death of his mother, her words being the only thing echoing through his mind as he watched you sleep, unaware.

Slowly, he slipped his arms underneath your bundled form and cradled you to his chest, leaving the tiny house and never looking back.

From that day on, he did whatever it took.

Even if it meant taking lives and involving himself with the wrong kind of people, he did it. Even if it meant robbing homes or taking jobs he shouldn't think of so that you could be clothed and fed, he did it. Even if it meant killing an innocent child and manipulating the world's biggest mafia leader into getting a position that offered you safety, he did it.

Knowing you were happy, healthy, somewhere far away from harm, and further away from the truth was all he needed to be able to fall asleep in peace.

note: and its done! thank you yoongi for doing the lord's work and getting me through this fic XD i couldn't have done it without him! i left the status of jin's alive-ness(?) ambiguous because i wasn't sure whether i wanted to keep him or kill him off XD (sorry!) [unfortunately for us all, there's not going to be a part two! i might make a smut drabble, later on if i feel like it but nothing for now :D] thank you for reading! don't forget to like and reblog if you enjoyed <3 have a wonderful day ~

Sweet addiction (m.)

The world around is mere liquid – his touch is the only thing solid amid.

↳pairing: jimin x f!reader

↳genre: romance, angst, smut, established relationship 

↳rating: 18+

↳warning: reader has some insecurities, swearing, oral (female receiving), vanilla sex, unprotected sex (be safe!), edging, multiple orgasms.

↳wc: 6K

↳summary: Addiction. He is an addiction— the greatest ever. Life is easy, way better and weightless with him by your side, as sweet as the kisses his lips brush on your knuckles. But there’s a thought that is rumbling in your head— maybe things won’t be easier from now on. No matter how much you think otherwise, you are still not ready to face the future beyond.

↳beta-reading: @jimilter​ & @jessikahathaway​ <333

Familiar.

His face is familiar. Just familiar, out of a thousand faces you know, you have seen, and met. Some you remember, some you don’t. Some vague and fragmented in your mind. Faces you have fallen in love with, not knowing what even love was; grown infatuated with chasing no depths or kissed. Faces way, way, pretty and dashing and striking but—his, was the only which remained. In the span of years, decade after decade, his face would remain just familiar.

Funny how no amount of time can fade away the freshness of it, how it never withered. Funny. You’ll laugh your manic laugh, slapping the closest thigh or arm in sight (mostly your husband’s), shaking your head, muttering under your breath: oh, how funny. The thought occurs and recurs from time to time, furling and unfurling in your head. Ever-familiar. Ever-present.  But set the premises to this ever-familiar, ever-present thinking now—make it your husband’s best friend’s wedding, and voilà! 

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