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BTS story recommendations

This is a list of fics I have personally read and a mix of fics I still have to read. It will continuously be updated with new quality fics that I read or see on my for you page. All of these are so good and the authors are absolutely amazing writers. I hope you enjoy!

a - angst | s - smut | f - fluff

Jungkook

Never Been a Friend > brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader

Raven Unit @themfchase - Series [6/6] | 60.9k |  political au, taskforce au, war crime, suspense, feat OT7, president’s daughter!OC, soldier!jungkook | s, a, f

The Good Soldier@thewanderingalias - Series [12/12] | 44k | military au, war au, medic!reader, sergeant!jungkook | a , s (heavy angst, minor char ☠️)

We Can't Be Friends @joonberriess - Oneshot | 9.8k | exes to lovers | a , s

Coquet @shina913 -Series [11/11] | 77.7k | Escort!JJK x Fem-reader, Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers | f , a , s

Just Take It @ahgasegotarmy116 - Series [6/7] | Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap), cheating, pregnancy | s, a

Horny for My Bestie @jkslipppiercing - Oneshot | 8.5k | Bsf!oc, horny!jk. | s , a

Dont get attached @xoxomoonlightxoxo -Series | 6.8k | ex-boyfriend jungkook x y/n, toxic relationship, cheating, attachment issues, possessiveness | s , a

Strictly Platonic @jeonqkooks - Oneshot | 19.4k | best friends to lovers, college au, fake dating au | f , a , s

Lonely Hearts Club @joonbird - Oneshot | 18k | tattoo artist au, angst, smut, dystopian/sci-fi AU | A , s

Lemon Sherbet @extravaguk - Oneshot | 15k | summer!au, ex highschool classmates, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist/piercing artist!junkook, popular!reader | f , a , s

Set On You @bymoonchild - Oneshot | 18.1k | volleyball!AU, college!AU, setter Jungkook x manager reader | f , s

Cat Got Your Tongue? @jessikahathaway - Oneshot | 18.1k | College!AU, FWB to Lovers, Romance | s , little bit of a

The Reaper @deepdarkdelights - Oneshot | 14k | Yandere Mercenary Jungkook x  Reader | s

Está Dañada @aquagustd - Oneshot | 20k | neighbor au, slow burn, singer!JK, strong language, pining, dog dad JK, really soft JK, toxic relationship + mentions of infidelity (not between Y/N & JK) | S , a , f

Stay @lolabangtan - series [16/16] | 155k | mutual pining, jock!Jungkook, ex queen bee!noona reader, college AU, enemies to lovers, roommates AU, side Jimin x OC, fake dating, pining, bets, slow burn, forced proximity.| s , a

Tantalizing @littlemisskookie - Series [ 8/8] | 48.3k | Past highschool classmates in college, fwb!jungkook and nerd!reader | a , s

Microwave (Mis)adventures @bymoonchild - Oneshot | 20k | college!AU, roommates/housemates!AU, enemies to lovers!AU, | f, a , s

Cruel Intentions @explicit-tae - Series [5/5] | 80.7k | Mafia!Jungkook, x reader, yandere themes | s , a

The Devil's Change Up @jungblue - Oneshot | 41.3k | Pitcher!Jungkook x reader, baseball player au, college | s , f , a

Candles & Flames @taegularities - Series [4/4] | 100.8k | enemies to lovers, royal!au, fake dating, fuckboy!jk, royal!jk, lies, jealousy | a , f , s

Employed @personasintro - Series [tbd] | tbd | ceo!jungkook x reader, enemies to lovers | a , s , f

The Art of War More @kpopfanfictrash - Oneshot | 42.4k | Jungkook x reader, Enemies to Lovers/ College!AU, Hockey!AU, | a , s , f

Ideations Concerning Real Life Relations @venusiangguk - Oneshot | 40.9k | jungkook x reader / fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!oc, heartbreak | ANGST, s , tiny f

Safety Net @pradaksj - Series [2/2] | 40k | Jungkook x reader, enemies to friends, friends to lovers, roommates au, boxer!jk, pining | a , s , f

After I left You @latetaektalk - Oneshot | 38.9k | Jungkook x reader, exes!AU, fake dating!AU, enemies to lovers-ish!AU, unrequited feelings-ish!AU. | a , f

Glitter and Disquiet @joheunsaram - Series [2/2] | 38.8k | ceo!Jungkook x youtuber!Reader,  chaebol!au,  virgin!Jungkook,  open relationships | a , s , f

It Takes Two @junghelioseok - Oneshot | 29.8k | fake dating!au, roommate!au | s , a , f

A Holiday Snowdown @kpopfanfictrash - Oneshot | 36.3k | Jungkook x reader, Enemies to Lovers, Ski Resort!AU, Snowboarder!AU | s , a , f

How To Get A Guy @taeshobipop - Series [2/2] | 35.9k |  Jungkook x Reader | [slight] Yoongi x Reader, roommates!au, college!au, fuckboi!jk, enemies to friends to lovers, basketball player!Jungkook, basketball captain!Yoongi | a , s , f

Twelve Hours @whatifyoulivelikethat - Series [2/2] | 23k | jungkook x reader; implied taehyung x reader, film director!Jungkook x wealthy, burlesque dancer!reader — ft best man, art trader!Kim Taehyung; dancer's bodyguard!Kim Namjoon and bodyguard!Kim Seokjin. Distantly knew eachother since highschool. | s , a , f

Airplane, pt.2 @xjoonchildx - Series [6/6] | 22.4k | criminal!jk, koreanamerican! jungkook, unrealistic af but good | s

By It's Cover @gimmesumsuga - Oneshot | 21k | jungkook x reader | s

ungodly hour (six parts) + drabble @explicit-tae - Series | 21.5k| Jungkook x reader | s

Hidden Stars @jungblue - Series [5/5+] completed | 37.4k | jungkook x reader, idol!AU | a , s

Lost and Found @kooktrash - Oneshot | 18.7k | Jungkook x reader, mid-20’s friendships | s, a

And They Were Roommates @hoseok666 Series [6/7] In progress | 70.5k | jungkook x reader/taehyung x reader strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, college!jungkook AU, college!taehyung AU, tsundere! jungkook, warm personality taehyung, slowburn | a , s, f

Chasing Cars @oddinary4bts - Series [3/17] |182.9k| jungkook x reader brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader, Hoseok x female reader, Namjoon x OC, Jin x OC, Jimin x OC, Taehyung x OC and others. | a, s

Jimin

Peaches & Piercings @jkangelic - Oneshot | 20k | cheerleader!reader x punk!jimin, punk!jimin, e2l, college au, jimin is a whole asshole. | s, a

Lover to lean on @sketchguk - Oneshot | 20k | neighbor!jimin x florist!reader, neighbor AU, flower shop AU, pining, unrequited love 🤔| s , f , a

[Unnamed] @honeymoonjin - Oneshot | 25k | jimin x reader roomates, cabin in amazon rainforest, shy young graduate student!jimin, butterfly studying, subby jimin | f , a , s

Oh, What a World @cutechim - Series [16/16] | 140k+ | f. lawyer!reader x solo artist!jimin, fake marriage au, fallen idol au, fuckboy!jimin, possesive!jimin, unrequited feelings | f , a , s

Believe it @writtenwhalien - Oneshot | 28.7k |  mechanic!jimin x reader friends to enemies to lovers (it’s more complicated though) | (high school + bet AU) | f , s , a

Florezco @honeymoonjin - Oneshot | 25k | Jimin x reader, cabin roommate, college graduate jimin studying the forest | f, a, s

Remote Access @fortunexkookie - Oneshot | 11k | Jimin x Reader | AU: Sex Worker AU + Roommates AU + Enemies to Lovers | s, a, f

All that Glitters @deepdarkdelights - Oneshot | 19k | Soft(ish) Yandere Jimin x  Reader, 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Murder, Blood, Abandonment Issues, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jimin), Tsundere Reader, Insinuation of Smut (It’s spicy just not very descriptive),Bullying | s?

Lover to Lean On by @sketchguk - Oneshot | 20k | neighbor!jimin x florist!reader, neighbor AU, flower shop AU, explicit language, pining, unrequited love 🤔, accidental voyeurism, unhealthy eating/sleeping habits, praise kink, body worship | a , s

Failure to Communicate @stutterfly - Oneshot | 21k | Jimin x reader, Enemies to Lovers/ College AU/ comedy | s

Blue Blood @joonbird - Oneshot | 26k | Jimin x reader, royalty au, slowburn, drama, angsty | s, a

Into the Wilderness @gukyi - Oneshot | 27k | Jimin x reader, camp counselor!au, unrequited love!au, friends to lovers!auunrequited love, camp shenanigans, awkwardness, secondhand embarrassment/hurt, ot7 cameos | a, f

Taehyung

Exchanging Heat @jinfizz - Oneshot | 25.1k| Korean exchange/visiting student!Taehyung x (slight) tsundere!reader, mutual pining, slow burn, S2L, college au | f , s , a

The Good Boy @jkeuphoriadreamland - Series [9/9] | 43.1k | Taehyung x reader, Librarian! Taehyung, Yandere!Taehyung/ Obsessive!Taehyung, heavy flirting, unexpected advances, pining, stalking, possesive themes | s

Love Me Or We Both Go Down @gukyi - Oneshot | 32k | Kim Taehyung x female reader, enemies to lovers!au, arranged marriage!au, rich kids!au | s, a, f

Ruined @taegularities - Oneshot | 24.4k | Taehyung x female reader, strangers to lovers, fuckboy!tae, pining | a, f, s

All I Want For Christmas Is You @ladyartemesia - Oneshot | 17k | Kim Taehyung x Female Reader, Brother’s Best Friend (Reader is Jimin’s Sister) • Enemies-to-Lovers, jealousy and possessiveness | f, s

Seokjin

the ex not missed @kithtaehyung - oneshot | 26.9k | romcom ; holiday au, strangers to lovers au, fake dating au | a , f , s

Ride Or Die - Jeon Jungkook Mafia Au! Smut, angst - Trailer FMV 2

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

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 Coming Soon

Music: As We Fall

*I do not own any of the pictures. All rights to music and images are reserved for their respective artists.

Ride Or Die - Chapter 8 (M)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader

— word c | 10,000 

— genre | Mafia au!, angst , Smut.

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

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

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

Chapter’s Music: True

— Ride Or Die - Character Biography.

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

As he parked in front of the mansion on the richer north side of the city, Jungkook sighed and turned off the engine, taking a look around the place before finally pulling the ignition keys and getting out of the vehicle, slamming the door and walking down the flower-lined path to the porch. He was not very happy to be there, he knew why his father had called him there. It was because of you. It had been almost a week since graduation had happened, it was two days from Christmas and he couldn’t be more happier with you until he got a call from his father saying that he needed to talk to him urgently. Jungkook and his father never got along very well, he was always compared to Jin and that always irritated him. "You should be like your brother," "If you used half your intelligence, you would do as well as Seokjin." Dean always annoyed Jungkook because he was his favorite son, because he knew Jungkook had inherited the hot blood of his ancestors, since Jin was quieter as his mother. Dean knew that Jungkook would be a good leader for his gang and that he would take the family business very well, but he wanted to prepare him.

JungKook entered the house without knocking, after all, he had lived there not long ago. He dismissed the servants' compliments and walked straight to his father's office, which was in a doorway below the stairs. As soon as he entered, he slammed the door behind him and walked toward the older man who was sitting at his desk, looking at something on his computer. He took a good look at Jungkook before turning his attention to the screen in front of him.

“I see you have not lost the annoying habit of hitting things.”

“I got it from you.” He said as he sat down in a comfortable armchair opposite the table next to a large bookcase. "Let's cut it short and tell me what you need from me. I have things to do.”

"Do not be so arrogant brat."

“Again, I got it from you," he said with boredom, stretching his hand back, picking up any book on the shelf and began to leaf through it. "So? "

“I was watching a video before you arrived, a video that I have analyzed many, many times and I find quite interesting. I want you to take a look and tell me what you think.” Dean said looking at the boy who shook his hand and sighed. The man hit the play and turned the computer screen to Jungkook, and as soon as his eyes hit the image that was playing, his face lost its color and his eyes darkened at the same moment. On the screen was playing the video where you were tortured.

Dean leaned back in his chair and began to watch his son's reaction. He was pale and suddenly flushed with rage as he clenched his jaw and closed his hands into fists as he frowned and squeezed his lips, forcing himself to see the video, then turning his face away, not wanting to see that anymore.

“How did you get that?” Jungkook growled, closing his eyes.

“Hoseok brought it to me. He saw some things here and thought he should show me, after all, I'm the boss of his boss and his boss's father. And since my own son does not tell me about his girlfriend, someone should talk.”

“Turn it off.” Jungkook asked still looking into another corner of the room, he might not see, but the sounds of the screams of the girl he loved was coming into his head and awakening his dark side, wishing he had not killed the one who tortured you so quickly.

“This girl is a weakness, Jungkook.” Dean said, turning off the computer screen, making the video stop playing. Jeon moved his head, looking at his father with anger in his eyes.

“If you called me here to intimate me to break up with her or something, just hold your breath and don’t even start talking because I will not listen.”

“Actually, I called you here because I saw things in the video that I think you did not see.” Dean started, opening one of the drawers on his desk and pulling out a Cuban cigar and a gold-plated lighter. “Did you know that Jade, the man who was torturing her questioned her about your business and our family?”

“The only thing I saw about that shit was the video that son of a bitch sent me. Then the only thing I saw was my knife cutting every inch of his skin.” Jungkook muttered, leaning forward.

“Yeah, but it seems they do not kidnapped her just to make you mad, but because they wanted to interrogate her. He beat her, he cut her skin, he threatened her, but despite the torture, despite the unbearable pain, she didn’t say a word about you or about us, she didn’t tell him anything. And that left me impressed.” He said taking a drag on his cigar and releasing the smoke in the air, blurring his image for a few seconds. “When I found out you were with a girl, I thought of many ways she could act, but I never thought she would be loyal to us that way.”

"To me." Jungkook corrected him, leaning back in his chair again. "She's loyal to me, not to you, not to your mafia, just me."

“You are the heir of my mafia, Jungkook, so if she is loyal to you, she is loyal to all of us.” He said making the boy roll his eyes already knowing where this conversation was going. “You know how our rules are. And being my son, you must obey them. Even if you are not directly at my command, even if you no longer live under my roof, you must obey the rules of the family, for your protection, for hers and ours. We can not let someone who knows so much about us "loose" out there without a contract restricting their words.”

"I'm not going to get her into this stupid society, Dean." Jeon said, getting up in fury and throwing the book he had taken on the couch in front of him. “No one on that ridiculous Council will force me to put her on that record. She's not allied or enemy to you or those idiots, she's my girl and none of them will dare go after her just because of this fucking rule.”

“I'm not talking about the Council, Jungkook. I'm talking about family. About our family.” Dean said raising his voice, getting up from the chair he was sitting and passing the front desk. “I'm talking about our rules. Rules that has been going on from generation to generation of Jeon's mafia. Rule that all men and women of this family follow and you should follow as well.”

And only then did Jungkook understand what Dean was talking about. He blinked a few times and looked into a dark corner of the room, thinking about those rules. It wasn’t a sacrifice for him to do that, in fact it was something he would do anyway.

"How much time do I have?" Jungkook asked, turning to the man who seems to have been taken aback by the boy's question.

"Will not you argue with me?"

“Don’t feel special, I'm not doing it because of the rules, but rather because I would do it whether you want it or not.”

"I'm going to give you a year so that you can prepare everything."

Jungkook just nodded.

"Is that all?"

"Yes, that's all." So Jungkook headed for the door, but before leaving, Dean called him, making him turn around and facing his father. “Your mother and I want to meet her. And probably the rest of the family also wants to know who the girl who got you. Bring her for the New Year celebrations.”

And he left the room, smiling as soon as he was inside his car. That idea was not the worst he'd ever had in his life.

…

Meanwhile, you were in the kitchen of your new house, preparing a dinner to inaugurate the house. JungKook and Hoseok had bought it two days ago and you wanted to do something special, so you called the Century boys to attend. The house was not much bigger than the other, but now your bedroom and Hoseok's room had their own bathroom, which made it easier for you and JungKook to have sex in the bathroom.

Speaking of Hoseok, since the day in the hospital, you did not talk to him. He was never home, he always was out partying, or solving a problem. On the day of the move to the new house, you were in charge of storing your room and the kitchen, and he avoided you all the time. You were beginning to feel that he was really avoiding you this morning when he simply passed you at breakfast time and did not say a word or look in your direction, and he had never been so cold to you that way. You started to think that you had done something that made you angry or hurt and because of that he was not talking to you, but you could not remember a reason. Maybe at today's meeting you could talk to him and figure out what was going on. You missed him. You sighed with thoughts as you watched the water for the pasta in the pot bubbling on the stove. You were not the best cook in the world, but you had some recipes.

That's when you felt a chill, making you gasp, and turning around, jumped and let out a scream, making you automatically take a step back, approaching the stove, when you saw Hoseok standing within inches of you, staring at you with dark eyes. Your back hit the handle of the pan with the hot water, making it turn. It would have hit your back and burned you if Hoseok had not grabbed your waist, pulled you against him, pulled you off the ground and walked back.

The pot made a loud noise as it hit the ground and involuntarily, you hugged Hoseok, with your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, afraid that the hot water would splash on you. As soon as the noise ceased, you blinked and looked at Hoseok, who continued with his expression. He turned and sat you down on one of the counter seats.

"You need to pay more attention." He said walking away.

"If I had burned myself,It would be your fault, I don’t know why you have this craze to sneak behind people." You said irritated, not by fright, but by him spending days without talking to you, and now acting as if he cared. Hoseok gave you a tedious look and turned his (Y/S/N), out of the kitchen, leaving you confused. What the hell was he doing behind me?

You were about to get off the bench when he entered the kitchen again, carrying some floor cloths and threw over the puddle of water on the floor; Then he put out the flames from the stove and turned to you.

“Leave it, I'll call Jin and tell him to bring the food. You're more clumsy than Namjoon, you're going to end up setting fire on yourself.” He said pulling the phone out of his pocket and out of the kitchen one more time. You frowned, still confused.

A few minutes passed and you were drying the kitchen floor. After hanging the cloths on the clotheslines in the service area, you decided that you would ask Hoseok at once what you had done, why he had walked away from you and being so arrogant now. You climbed the stairs and stood in front of his bedroom door. You hit once, twice, three times, but he did not respond. Is he ignoring me? You thought, offended. You took your hand up to the door handle in an internal conflict to know whether you would open the door or not. but you needed to know the reason for his change these past few days, so you just walked into the room, closing the door behind you. You stopped for a few seconds, looking around the room, Hoseok did not seem to be there, but instead of leaving, you were curious to look around.

The room was totally black. The walls were black and there were no pictures or posters. The window curtains were black, the sheets on the bed, the pillows, the blankets were black. The carpet around the bed was black. The armchair on the left side of the bed, near the door leading to the closet was black as much as the doors as well. The bed was located right in the center of the room, with the headboard against the wall down the window.

On the nightstand on the right side of the bed was an alarm clock and a lamp. Beside the door you entered, there was a desk where he had a computer with the screen saver on. It was the picture of a skull, similar to the one Hoseok had tattooed on his chest. The desk and chair were also black. You wondered why he and JungKook liked black that much. What was the problem with bright colors? The only things that were not black in that room were the ceiling and the wooden floor.

After emerging from your thoughts, you heard the noise of the shower in the bathroom of Hoseok's bedroom. That explained why he was not in the room. The moment you thought of turning to leave the room, a noise caught your attention, causing you to turn toward the bathroom door. You frowned and took a few steps, approaching the bathroom door and you blushed at the sound of that noise. Were moans. Hoseok was moaning. You couldn’t understand what he was moaning about, didn’t know if it was a name or just grunts, but you knew they were not moans of pain.

That was a shit idea. I shouldn’t have come in here. You thought. You started to walk back, slowly, afraid that you might make some noise that would announce your presence there, and ended up having to explain to Hoseok what you were doing inside his room, listening to him masturbate in the bathroom. You certainly could not look at him for a while without imagining all this.

You were so focused on not making a sound, with your eyes glued to the bathroom door, that you did not realize that you were walking with your back toward Hoseok's bed, you only noticed this when your calves hit the sides of the bed and you fell on your butt on the bed, making the bed creak. You froze. ‘Oh shit, he listened.’ You thought, listening to the shower being turned off. You knew you couldn’t make it to the door and leave without making any noise before Hoseok left the bathroom, so to avoid a misunderstanding, you threw yourself on the floor and rolled under the bed, thanking the blanket for covering almost any vision someone would have under the bed. You held your breath and at the same moment, the bathroom door was opened and you could see between the floor and the blanket, the bare feet and wet legs of Hoseok who was standing at the bathroom door.

Your heart was beating so fast you could hear it in your ears, as if it were in your head. But for your salvation, Hoseok went back into the bathroom and closed the door. You allowed yourself to breathe and pressed your forehead to the floor, relieved that he had not caught you. You waited a few seconds and realized that the shower had been turned on again. you came out from under the bed and headed for the door, leaving the room without making any noise. You leaned against the wall beside the door and took a deep breath, feeling your face still burning. You couldn’t deny that you always found Hoseok's voice beautiful and hear him moaning hit you at some point, but it would have been terrible if he had found you in there.

You shook your head and walked toward your room, you needed a shower.

A little later JungKook had arrived, and soon after, the other four boys arrived also, bringing pizza and snacks for a night of celebration. You did not want to put on your makeup, so you just wore a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. The boys had gathered in the games room, where they all sat on the floor, around the pizza boxes and bottles of alcohol and soda. You spent a few hours drinking, having fun and talking about random things. And just after two in the morning, the boys left.

You were just finishing up the game room, picking up the plastic cups, the bottles, the pizza boxes, and stuffing it into a black sack to throw in the trash the next day. Jungkook had gone to take a shower and Hoseok was smoking a cigarette on the porch of the house. You passed the living room, heading toward the kitchen, watching Hoseok sitting on the porch staircase, looking up at the sky as he swallowed his cigarette. You bit your lip and took the trash to the kitchen, putting the sack next to the sink before returning and leaving the house, sitting next to Jung who just glanced at you before looking back up at the sky and taking another drag.

"Can I try?" You asked, trying to break the ice, making him frown at you. He chuckled and held out the cigarette to you, raising an eyebrow, as if daring you to do it. You took the cigarette and put it in your mouth, taking a drag, you wanted to look cool and show that it was not your first time, but your throat started to burn and you started to cough, handing the cigarette to Hoseok who laughed your failed attempt to look cool. "How can you do this?"

"This is not a princess thing, princess!" He said taking a drag and releasing the smoke to the heavens.

"So I need to almost suffocate me with a cigarette to make you smile at me again?" You asked, still coughing. Hoseok looked at you with an arched eyebrow, confused. “You're acting like we're not friends for days, Hoseok. What did I do to you?”

"I don’t know what you're talking about."

"Oh no? So you did not spend all week ignoring me, and you have not been cold and arrogant with me since the day I left the hospital?"

"I'm cold and arrogant to everyone, (Y/N)." He replied,

"No, not to me." You said, shaking his head in denial. "You've always been kind and friendly to me. If I've done something that made you angry with me, please forgive me, I did not really mean it."

"You didn’t do anything. I'm just busy and overwhelmed with something and worried about something else."

"You know you can talk to me about it, don’t you?" You asked and at that moment, Hoseok turned his face toward you, watching you for a few seconds before licking his lips. Should he talk to you about what he was feeling in those days? About what he feel when you were kidnapped? Should he tell you what he was feeling right now, standing by your side? Or about what he feel when you hugged him with all your strength when he saved you from burning with hot water?

No, he shouldn’t and couldn’t.

"I don’t want to talk about this with you." He answered sharply and coldly, watching you bite your lips and nod. You stood up, convinced that trying to force him to talk to you would only make him angry, and walked toward the front door. Hoseok let out an irritated sigh, with that stupid feeling pounding inside him. He threw the cigarette down and stepped on it, getting up. “(Y/N).” He called, making you stop and turn to him, waiting for him to speak. "Can you... can I... give you a hug?" Jung asked and you smiled at the same moment, walking up to him, and hugging him, letting him hold you too.

I was so scared that you could die that day, I'm so glad you're okay. I should not but I blame myself so much for you having hurt yourself that way. You deserve more than that, (Y/N), you deserve to live better than that. Damn, I just wanted to give you a better life than this. He thought as he held you in his arms. Hoseok felt totally fucked up, he felt screwed at being having all those thoughts and emotions that he was unable to prevent. He needed to find a way to change that, or he would be destroyed in a few months.

"Now go to sleep." He whispered against your hair, pulling you away from him. You smiled and nodded. “Good night, (Y/N).”

“Good Night, Sunshine.”

…

"Hello?" You answered the phone without even looking who it was in the caller ID. You were still sleepy, lying under the blankets while Jungkook hugged you from behind and slept soundly.

"Honey, it's Mom!" Elena's voice said on the other end of the line and you widened your eyes, waking up at once from your drowsiness at the sound of your mother's voice.

"Hi, Mom, is everything okay?" you asked taking the blanket off your legs and dragging herself out of Jungkook's embrace, sitting on the edge of the bed as the boy started waking up complaining that you was away from him.

“No, we're fine. And you?”

“I'm fine, great to be honest." You answered, turning back, because Jungkook was poking you in the back and murmuring your name without stopping, like a needy child. You leaned over and gave him a quick kiss before straightening up again.

“Are you coming tomorrow?”

"Um ... No ... Did we have something for tomorrow?" You asked as you pushed your boyfriend's hands away from your thighs, who was trying to pull you close. “Stop it, Jungkook!” You whispered patting his hands as he made a dramatic face and a sly voice.

"It's cold, come warm me up. Why did you get up? It's early, baby.” He said, sliding his hands between your legs, squeezing the inside of your thighs, almost making you forget you was on the phone..

"Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, (Y/N)." The melancholy voice of your mother caught your attention, making you get up at once moving away from the bed.

Christmas Eve. You thought. I never spent Christmas away from my parents, we always spent together, after all I still lived with them in the previous years.

But what really startled you was that you didn’t even think about it. You hadn’t made plans for Christmas, you never needed to, because you always knew what you would do, your parents would have a supper and reunite the family at home. But you didn’t live with your parents anymore, you were with Jungkook, and had no chance of you leaving him alone on the first Christmas you would spend as a couple.

"Ah ... I'm not going to spend Christmas with you." You said turning to the bed where Jungkook stared at you with confusion on his face. "I want to be with Jungkook on our first Christmas as a couple."

"He can come too, my dear." Elena said in a hopeful voice, making it even harder for you. "I've talked to your father, he's willing to give Jungkook a chance. We want to be a family again, my dear, and if you love him that much, then he will be family too."

"I don’t know ..." You said with a heavy sigh. You knew that even if they tried, something could go wrong and you did not want to fight with your parents again.

“It’s better not. I’d rather spend Christmas with Jungkook and our friends, I cannot afford the consequences of my father becoming ignorant and fighting with Jungkook.I'm not fully healed, I can’t go through this stress.”

“I understand, dear." Elena's voice sounded disappointed. "Maybe in the new year, right?"

"Yeah, see you, Mom."

And so you hung up. You stood for a few seconds staring at the phone screen before placing it on top of the dresser and turning to the bed, walking toward it and lying next to Jeon who was still looking at you curiously. He leaned on one of his arms, and used his free hand to stroke your arm.

“Are you okay?

"I do not know if I made a good choice."

"What you mean?"

"I don’t know, do you think we should spend Christmas at my parents' house? My mother said that my father is willing to try not to hate you, but I can’t trust him."

"You know I don’t care if they like me or not, and I will not mind if your father does something unpleasant for me."

"But I do care, Jungkook ... I just ... I don’t want to fight with them again, but if he tries to do something against you I …" You said with a heavy sigh.

"If you don’t want to go, we will not, and the most he can do is call me a junkie and tell you how bad a choice I am, and that I will make you suffer and blah blah blah. But in the end, you're going to come home with me and that's what I care about.”

“Why do things for you seem to be so much simpler than for me?”

"Because I always try to keep everything in control, so I can only worry about what's really important, you.” He said with an innocent smile that made your cheeks redden and the feeling of utopia take over your body making you smile with happiness bubbling through your veins. You threw yourself at Jungkook, hugging him tightly, curling your legs in his, wanting to stay as close to him as possible.

“You can’t attack me with those words at this time of the morning, Kookie.” You said with a sly voice, with the face on his chest, causing him to giggle and hug back. "I'll call the police for you."

"Why? I'm a good boy," he teased, laughing afterwards.

"Because you tried to kill me now." You said raising your head to look at him, looking at him, who was in confusion. "I never know when you're going to be romantic, so every time you say something like that it's like a shot in my heart."

"Ah baby!" He laughed kissing your nose. "I don’t deserve you."

"You're right, but what do I do? I fell in love with you." You laughed giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I think I'd better see what I'm going to use tomorrow. We have not even planned our Christmas yet."

“Why do not we go to the mall and buy something? I have to go there anyway to buy the crap of a white suit to wear at New Year's Day.”

“Where are we going in the new year so you have the motivation to wear a white suit?” You asked sitting on the bed and crossing your legs as he leaned back against one of his arms to look at you.

“Yesterday I went to talk to my father and he invited us to go to the New Year celebration that my mother is going to do at their house this year. And since I do not have the patience this year to listen to my mother complaining about my clothes, I decided to buy myself a suit and surprise her, and of course, I need to be presentable to accompany my lady.” He said taking your hand and stroking it.

"But does it have to be white?"

“Why? You don’t like it?”

“It's not that, it's just ... I do not think a white suit would look good on you ... I mean, you look wonderful in any outfit and mostly naked.” The comment ripped out laughs at him. "But I don’t know, the darkness looks good on you, you look beautiful in light colors, but you’re dizzying and extremely sexy in dark colors. Not to mention that it would totally run out of your personality you wear a suit like that.”

“What do you think I should use then? A traditional suit?”

"Actually, I have something in mind.” You gave him a mischievous smile.

...

Unlike your friends, you did not like running around the mall looking for clothes for hours, so when you went shopping, you always had what you wanted in mind so you do not have to keep wandering around. Then as soon as you entered the mall, you pulled Jungkook toward a party dress shop. Since it was a day before Christmas Eve, the place was full and you did not want to linger long and stress with the crowds. When they entered the store, you bit your lip and looked around. It was a big, fancy store. All the clothes were imported and of high quality. The store was divided into two parts, the feminine, and the masculine.

On the left side the wallpaper was a frosted silver with black details that seemed to have been hand-drawn by a thin-tipped pen because they were so delicate, there were suits of various kinds, of black, gray, white, and wine colors. Already on the right side was the feminine side, where there were luxurious dresses of various colors, models and sizes, the wallpaper was a pastel color with white details.

You walked toward the suits, watching them closely as Jungkook stopped walking and looked interested in another part of the shop, particularly a dress that was on a mannequin. It was ice-white, it was long and had a double crevice in front, the top part was fastened behind the neck as if it were a necklace. He could only imagine you in there. He looked at you who was amused by the suits and then walked toward the dress, walking around the mannequin, calculating its measurements. He knew every inch of his girlfriend's body, so just looking, he could know if the dress would look small, large or perfect on her body, and that dress would look perfect on your curves.

“I think this number is a bit small for you!” The voice of a woman sounded behind him and as he turned, he ran into one of the Store sellers, friendly smiling.

“It's for my girlfriend!” He said looking back at the dress.

“So young and so already have a girlfriend?” She laughed, baring her teeth. “No offense, but you do not look like the kind of man who likes serious commitments.”

You were still in the suits session, when you missed Jungkook and looked around for him when you saw him over a rack, with the woman laughing as if he had told the funniest joke in the world, while he continued with his natural expression of disinterest. Poor woman. You thought, laughing. Walking toward them slowly, wanting to see how she would do when he dismissed her. You stopped a little closer to them, pretending to be interested in the black suits that were next to you, but you looked curiously to hear what they were talking about.

Of course it had the possibility of her being just nice to be a saleswoman, but you could see from the woman's body that she was interested in him. Besides the exaggerated laughter that made it explicit that she was interested, she would bake her chest more than usual as if to say ‘hey, look at my tits how big they are’, and her legs were completely upright and so she was lifting her hip. Other girls would freak out if they saw a woman hitting up on her boyfriend like that, but besides trusting him, you were finding it funny to see her trying something she could never do.

"You shouldn’t jump to conclusions about people like that, not everyone is what they seem.” He gave her a neutral glance, then looked back at the piece of clothing.

“Are you interested in dress?” She asked after clearing her throat.

“Yes.”

“Special occasion?”

"No. I just think my girl will look even more beautiful wearing that.”

“Of course. You're a great boyfriend then.” She smiled, taking a few steps closer to the mannequin and occasionally to Jungkook. She made a motion to look at the label where it contained the identification number of the piece that was attached at the bottom, behind the mannequin. With that she ducked a little, lifting her hip even more. Jungkook rolled his eyes already having noticed the intentions of the woman and looked away, meeting with your eyes and he laughed. Cretin. You thought, laughing and narrowing your eyes at the same time. The woman then stood up again and looked at Jungkook. "I'll get the dress for you, it's stored in a small room back there. I'll be back in a few minutes. Do not leave”

And so she turned her back, swinging her hip exaggeratedly as she walked toward a door behind the reception, which stood in the middle of the great hall. On both sides of the desk was the area where the tasters were. There were booths and sofas and comfortable armchairs on either side.

“Aren’t you jealous?” He approached you with his hands in the pockets of his pants as you laughed.

"Of course I am, but I trust you. Not to mention that it was fun to see her trying to conquer you. I pity these poor creatures who think they can you steal from me.” You laughed.

“Good morning, can I help you?” A young man in a black suit approached them smiling. This was a friendly smile.

“Yeah, he wants a suit to go to a ... family reunion.” You said.

“I understand. Do you already have one in mind? I can show our models to you.” He asked, you nodded and pointed to what you had chosen.

Jungkook and the salesman glanced from you to the suit you was pointing at. He let out a low laugh and approached it looking. It was a slim Oxford suit. The suit, trousers, and waistcoat were redwine while the tie was black silk. He had never worn something of wine color, but for everything was a first time.

The salesman walked to one of the shelves that was attached to the wall and from there picked up the pieces of clothing as he pointed the way to the dresser. Jungkook kissed you before moving on to the dresser, picking up the clothes from the clerk's hand, and entering one of the staterooms, closing the door behind him.

“If you want to sit down, or if you want to continue looking around the store, feel free." The salesman said. "Would you like some water or a cappuccino while you wait?"

“No, thank you.” You smiled as you sat down on one of the armchairs and crossed your legs, waiting eagerly to see how it would look, but if he stayed the same way it was in your imagination, he would probably be extremely sexy.

"Did you see where that customer I was talking to was?" That woman's voice caught your eye and you looked at the reception, watching her look up and down the store while holding the white dress folded in her hands. You shook your head and laughed silently.

“Frederic just attend him, he went into the cabin to try on a suit.” The receptionist said.

"Did you see how handsome he is? My God! My panties got wet just looking at him and wow, his voice.” Okay, now it's getting uncomfortable. You thought. Your attention was called when you heard the sound of the door bolt being opened. As you looked to the left side, where the dressing rooms were, your jaw almost hit the floor as Jungkook came out from inside. The suit had been perfect on his body, his pants left his thighs marked, but they were not tight like the jeans he wore. The jacket marked his wrist and arms, giving him an air of serious executive man. And the color highlighted his face, as his black hair and eyes perfectly matched that color. You were speechless, but the saleswoman was not.

“Wow, you look gorgeous.” She said coming out of the reception and walking towards him, not noticing your presence there, who tipped your head to the side and arched one eyebrow. Jungkook looked down at her, only interested in the dress she carried in her hands. “Here, I got what you wanted, and well, if it does not serve ...”

"Did you get exactly the same number as on the mannequin?" He asked.

"Yes but…"

"Then it will do. I know my girl's body very well." He answered taking his eyes off her and looking at you who smiled biting your lips.

“Wow, it would be pretty cool if you knew mine too.”

“Okay, now that's enough." You said getting serious, while the woman turned her face at once, confused as you approached. “I'm his girlfriend, pleasure.” You said dryly and sarcastically at the same time. The blood on her face slipped, but then she turned red. Jungkook laughed.

“I'm sorry, I didn’t ... I didn’t know ...”

"Did not know what? That his girlfriend was here all the time watching you trying to flirt with him even though he made it clear that he is dating?” You asked, remaining serious and calm, while Jungkook just buttoned his jacket. The woman didn’t know where to go, she did not know what to say or do. “I honestly don’t blame you for being attracted to him, he's almost a work of art and god, he has that deep voice that can give orgasms to anyone, but what bothered me is that even though he made it explicit that he had a girlfriend and he was not interested in you, you continued to throw yourself at him. You shouldn’t do that.”

“My apologies, please, I don’t know what I was thinking ...”

"Oh, I know exactly what you were thinking." You answered in an ironic tone.

"Is there a problem, miss?" The same salesman who had taken the garments for Jungkook approached, feeling the tense atmosphere surrounding the three of them. You smiled at him.

"No, she just came to bring me a dress." And so you turned to Jungkook, looking him up and down. “And we sure will take this set too, it was magnificent in it.”

“You made a great choice.” The seller smiled at you. Jungkook glanced at you before returning to the dresser to change his clothes. So you sat back in the chair as the salesman walked to the front desk with his co-worker who was trembling over her heels.

After paying, the two held hands and walked out of the store while Jungkook carried the bags in one hand.

“I would not have had all that patience.” He said as they walked.

“I know, if it was on the contrary, you would have flown in the neck of anybody and forced to withdraw the words. I'm not gross like that. You mean you know every part of my body?”

“From head to toe.” He whispered in your ear, making you shiver. “Where do you want to eat?”

…

The house where Jungkook's parents lived, was a Victorian mansion, Worthy of old horror movies where the young girls went in search of shelter for a rainy night. You watched the lights of the olofotes glued to the ground, illuminating the front of the house with white and red lights as you saw the people getting out of their cars and entering through the front gate.

At first glance the house looked scary, but looking carefully was a manicured mansion: the stone fence had no cracks, much less plants sneaking up its length, the gate appeared to have been recently oiled, and the sight of the cultivated flowers on either side of the way to the front door, captured the eyes of anyone who paid attention to that part for more than miserable seconds.

In a way, the building robbed the coolness of the surrounding buildings, exuding a noble aura that did not mix with the glass and metal of the buildings, the house contained an incomparable charm.

As the car stopped in front of the doorway, Jungkook squirmed as you tightened your hands on your thighs that were showing through the crevices of your dress. He saw that you were nervous.

"If you want to leave, we'll go. We don’t have to come in if you don’t want to." He said holding your hand and squeezing it. You bit your lip and looked at him. He was dressed in that suit you had bought and his hair was tossed back. How you loved him when he showed his forehead, he was so sexy, but you were so nervous that you could not even pay attention to the beauty of your boyfriend.

"What if they do not like me?" You asked, making him frown and laugh soon after.

"They would be crazy if you did not like you. You are beautiful. It has always been and will always be beautiful. You look stunning in this dress and I'm almost giving up on this stupid party just to get you to a more private place, but I know you've always wanted to meet my parents. But if you do not want to come in, we'll leave, no problem at all.”

You bit your lip and nodded.

Once out of the car, Jungkook stopped at your left side and its linked your arm. He smiled at you and you two started walking toward the porch of the house. All the guests looked at the two of you, curious and surprised to see Jungkook accompanied by a girl, Jeon's famous girl.

There were several people there, and lots of tables. All tables had a white cloth on top of them a tulip vase on top. There was a large swimming pool and there was a glass walkway in the middle of it to take to the other side. You did not have much time to observe everything because Jungkook announced that his parents were approaching and you looked in the direction he pointed.

The woman wore a long white dress with a V neckline. She had black hair and her eyes reminded you of Jin. She smiled as she was hugging the man beside her. The man was wearing a traditional black suit. His hair was gray, but he did not look old. He was serious, and the lines of expression on his forehead reminded you of Jungkook.

"Here she is, the girl who has conquered my son's cold heart." The woman smiled at you, greeting you with a quick hug. "I'm Karla, your new mother-in-law."

"Hi, (Y/N), it's a pleasure to finally meet you." The man said waving at you and giving you a small smile. "I'm Dean, this brat's father."

“It’s a pleasure meet you both.” You smiled at them and looked at Jungkook who was looking to another way.

"Why will not you introduce her to the family, dear?" Jungkook's mother asked and he looked bored at her.

"Because I don’t want these people near her. I'm only here because I know you'd fuck me up if I didn’t come."

"Jungkook" You scolded him and he gave you an indignant look. "Do not talk to your parents like that."

"I talk this way with everybody, with the exception of you, (Y/N). They are used to. You want a drink? C’mon, baby"

You glanced as apology for his parents and accompanied him toward the drink table. Jungkook's arm was at your waist and his posture, his expression and his walk, seemed to scream 'stay away', because no one there dared to approach the two of you while he was by your side. Everyone there knew the fame of Jungkook. Everyone who was there knew about the mafia, about drugs. Many of them were not family but work partners, other gang leaders from other parts of the country who had an alliance with the Jeon’s. And they had never seen people as cold in the business as he and Hoseok.

While you were drinking, a song you knew started playing. You looked excitedly at Jungkook who just shook his head in denial, continuing to drink the liquid in his glass.

"Oh come on, Jungkook, please."

"(Y/N) ..."

"Please, I love this song and I know you like it too. Let’s dance, please, baby?"

He rolled his eyes and set the glass down on the table before taking your hand and taking a few steps toward the pool. He hugged your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I dont understand why you like dancing so much. It's boring.” He said with boredom, taking a look around. You laughed and caressed the back of his neck.

"So staying with me is boring?"

"You understood what I said." He grunted, making you laugh. Maybe he did not want to dance because there were so many people there and he did not want them to see that he really had a heart. "I want to talk to you about something." He said after a moment of silence. You looked at him, eyebrows raised, curious, waiting for him to continue. "But we'd better talk about this later."

"You know I'm curious, what is it?"

"We have to talk privately about it. Let's wait for the music to end and then we'll go to my old room, may we?"

And it was not long before the music ended and the two of you were following towards Jungkook's old room on the second floor of the house.

The bedroom door creaked as it opened and as you entered, you could smell a faint cinnamon scent that for some reason left you in peace and stillness at that moment. Jeon pushed the door behind him and looked at you for a few minutes as you walked slowly around the room, looking at the structure of the place. It had not changed much since he lived there, it seemed that they still hoped he would come home or something. Jungkook's childhood was not much different from adolescence. He could always get in trouble, he was always alone. He had never decorated his room with band posters or even family photos. He did not have many things that interested him. He never liked to be around other children or play with them. The only time he was connected with the other neighborhood kids was when his fist punched their faces.

His bedroom had no pictures on the walls, no posters of naked women. The curtains were dark brown and the bed was covered with a black blanket, as he always preferred. He had never used an extra lamp because he was not afraid of the dark, he had never asked his parents or his older brother to check for monsters under the bed or inside the wardrobe. And he'd never taken a girl in that room. You were the first girl to get into Jungkook's heart and in his life. And he was so glad it was you. He was so happy that his parents had changed him from school in his teenage years. He was so glad that he had meet you. Sitting in the bed, he remembered the first time he saw you.

*

I've never felt such boredom in my life. This was what was going on in Jungkook's head as his brother took him to school. He didn’t want to have to change schools, not that his old school was a good thing, but he hated people staring at him all the time and he knew it was what was going to happen in that place.

He had just turned 16 and hated his life. His parents sucked, his brother was a jerk, his life sucked, all so ridiculously prescribed, as if someone in this world had written a stupid script for his life and he was being forced to follow. He was not like Jin, he was not like anyone else, he did not care about people, he did not care about anything but his own existence. Fuck his parents if they thought he would one day go into the family business and dress like his father would dress.

“Try not to break the arm or nose of someone here, okay? Our parents already have more problems to have to deal with another expulsion.” Jin said and Jungkook just looked at him coldly as if to say that he would not promise and did not care about anything. He took the backpack out of the car, walking toward the school door watching everyone look at him. Oh what the fuck. It seems that these stupid never seen someone dressed in black in life.

Yes, he liked black. Black is the color of shadows, meaning darkness, chaos, he can hide in the dark, he could do and be whatever he wanted in the darkness, and it was in the darkness that he really met who he really was.

Let them stare, I don’t really care, I'm not here to make friends or these stupid things anyway. He thought.

He entered the school and went down the corridor, looking for his locker in the hall. As soon as he found it, he used the combination that was on the paper he had received from the principal to open and began to put his books in, and he didn’t notice the approach of a group of boys.

“What do we have here? Fresh meat, hm?" One of the boys said, slamming the door on Jungkook's closet, closing it, making the boy turn with boredom for them. He knew it would be like that, and he certainly was prepared for it. "How should we call our-" And before the other boy could finish speaking, Jungkook advanced on him, grabbing his neck and shoving him into the cabinets, making him hit his back and head hard, causing a loud noise that caught the attention of everyone in the hallway. The other boys were totally unresponsive and did not know what to do other than staring at the wide-eyed scene. The boy grabbed Jungkook's arm trying to make him let go of his throat, but Jeon just stared at him with his sadistic smile and his deep black eyes, amused to see the boy choke between his fingers.

“Let's get something straight here, you little shit. You do not know me and you do not want to know, I can and I'll be your biggest nightmare in that fucking place until graduation three years from now, so I think it's good you stay out of my way unless you want some broken bones in your body.” And so he let go of the boy who fell to the ground coughing as he crawled away from Jungkook, terrified. Jeon just turned his back, taking the paper from his pocket that said what class he would have at that moment and walked away from there, quietly, not caring about the frightened faces of other people.

At snack time, Jungkook sat at one of the tables in the cafeteria and stood there, looking at the people, knowing the place. School is school, no matter where you go. He thought. His eyes were still running the places when they stopped in one direction, in a person. She had just entered the canteen, wore black jeans that tightened on her thighs and a white shirt. There was something about her that made him interested.

He watched as she walked alongside two more unfunny girls to him, watched the way her shoulders shook as she laughed and how she sent a simple middle finger to a guy who approached her and seemed to say something she didn’t like it. He followed her with his eyes until she sat down at one of the tables. It was when her eyes fell on him and he felt as if he'd been punched in the face. She looked at him for a few seconds before talking to her friends again. Who is she? He asked himself in his mind, totally puzzled by the effect she'd had on him. It was the first time he felt a real attraction to anyone.

“Hey, man!” A young man in a typical rocker's outfit greeted him, causing him to take his eyes off the girl for a second to look at him and then to face her again. “I'm Greg.”

"Jungkook." Jeon replied without taking his eyes off the girl, anesthetized with the smiles and grimaces she made for her friends.

"I've already seen that you liked (Y/N)." Greg said following Jungkook's gaze to the girl. Jeon frowned and looked at the boy beside him.

"It's her name?" He asked, making Greg look back at him.

"Yes." He said sitting on the empty bench next to Jungkook and placing the tray on the table. "(Y/N) (Y/S/N), she has been studying here for some time, since the sixth grade, she is not part of the nerds or the popular ones. She just walks with those two and I've never heard of her hanging out with anyone from school.” He began to describe her as Jeon watched her again. "She's a nice girl, a little shy. No one here that ever tried to get her did well. I do not think anyone here can give her what she wants."

"And what does she want?"

"Romance, that's all the girls want."

Really? Jungkook thought. (Y/N), hm? It seems that we will have many years ahead, Princess.

*

Jungkook came back to reality when you sat next to him in bed. You knew he was worried about something and that made you worried too.

"What's going on baby?" You asked in a soft voice, placing your hand on his thigh and stroking it.

"Dean did not call me to talk that day just to invite us to this party." He began to speak "In our family, we have a stupid rule that is passed on from generation to generation. If you are not going to join the family as a partner, as a trafficker or a mercenary, you must enter as a person." He said trying to pick the best words and you frowned in confusion, but you didn't interrupt him. “We have a record where all new members must be registered for better control of who knows about the mafia. I'm on that record. Hoseok, Taehyung, Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi, too.”

“Do you want me to register on that record, too?"

“No, princess. You're not an active member of the gang, you do not sell drugs, you do not do jobs, you do not work for my father, you're my girlfriend and that's all. So you do not have to register.”

"So why are you telling me this? I'm confused."

Jungkook scratched the back of his neck, seeing that the subtle way would not work. He would have to be direct.

"To enter the family, you have to enter as a physical person ...”

"And what does that mean, Jungkook? Am I not enough physical person?" You asked even more confused, starting to get annoyed at not understanding what he meant.

"I mean, woman, (Y/N), my wife, you have to come in as my wife, we have to get married." He almost screamed. You widened your eyes and you were speechless at that moment.

"Look, I'm not saying we're getting married now, and you're not obligated to accept, and I'm honestly not saying that to you because Dean told me to, I'd ask you to marry anyway, but only in a few years. You are young and have much of life to enjoy.”

"You're young too." You said and he smiled at you.

"Yes, but it doesn’t make a difference whether I'm going to marry you now or later, (Y/N), you know you’re my trigger and you're the only woman I'll ever love for the rest of my life. But you don’t have a trigger. You may end up falling in love with someone else...”

"I would never do that." You said interrupting him. He smiled at you, let out a sigh caressing his face with his thumb.

"I know, baby, but what I'm saying is you do not have to marry me now, you'll be able to live your happy youth and …"

You stopped listening to him for a moment to think. You were seventeen, you were about to make eighteen. You had left your parents' house to live with your boyfriend and his friend who were part of a violent gang. They sold drugs, they had guns and they knew how to kill someone. You had just graduated, but you were kidnapped and tortured by a rival gang. At no time did you regret being with Jungkook, at any time you felt your love for him diminish. The answer to all this was more than clear.

"Do it" You said it in a whisper, lower than it should have.

"What?" He asked confused, frowning, not understanding what you had said.You lifted your head and stared into Jungkook's black eyes.

"Ask me."

He blinked a few times in confusion, but his eyes began to shine and his smile lit up his face. He got up from the bed, holding your hand and lifting you too. Your heart was racing as fast as his, and Jungkook could not get the smile off his face, as if he were a child who had just won the best New Year gift. He reached inside his jacket and took out a red box that he had kept in the last two days, just waiting for the right moment to do that. And finally that moment had arrived. He knelt on the floor in front of you, making you lose the air. He opened the box, revealing a ring with a heart-shaped diamond pebble and you almost choked.

The soft guitar chords of the music playing outside the room, coming from the party in the backyard, only served to make the atmosphere softer and more charming. You loved how some songs were made for certain moments and how they always played on time, as if they were the playlist of your life. The chorus of the song said everything that was that moment. All that was true, even if you wanted to pinch yourself to know if it was real, you knew it was all real. You felt that, the moment, the feeling, your love for JungKook and his love for you, it was all true.

"Will you marry me?”

"Yes"

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You guys gonna hate me so much when y'all read chapter 15 and 16 of Ride or Die 😂 oh boy