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JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS(2)⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚

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ꕤ play thing | basketball player!jungkook x female reader | Drabble series | @koocycle

ꕤ paddle with me | jk X reader | campcounselor!au | @yoongsgguktae

ꕤ Castaway | jk X reader | Desert island AU | @hamsterclaw

ꕤ pick & roll | brother’s bestfriend!jk X reader | @xpeachesncream

ꕤ I Remember You | Celestial!Jungkook x Human!FemReader | @streetlight11

ꕤ All I Want | jk X reader | side : kth X reader | War AU | series | @ardentlyjae

ꕤ Dynasty | Jk X reader | Historical AU | @jimlingss

ꕤ My Beauty, My Blood | Mafia!jk X reader | @7cypher

ꕤ bad boy good thing | Jk X Reader | series | @yoonpobs

ꕤ reminder | ex!jk X reader | Three shot | @dollfaceksj

ꕤ strawberry kisses | rapper!jeongguk x photographer!reader | series | @kimnjss

ꕤ the lighthouse | jk X reader | @ephemerlskies

ꕤ no sweetness | lacrosseplayer!jungkook X bobarista!reader | @roseatae

ꕤ Secrets We Keep | idol!jk X camgirl!Reader | series | @yoongiofmine

ꕤ A Picture’s Worth | Gang member!Jungkook X Ex-Gang member!Reader | @chimcess

ꕤ Bloody Love... | yandere!king!jungkook X oc | series | @hongjoongscafe

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JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATION(1)

JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATION(2)

JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS(4)

ALL BTS MEMBERS WATTPAD RECOMMENDATIONS(1)

BTS X READER WATTPAD RECOMMENDATIONS(2)

JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS(5) ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚

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⁀➷ everlasting | Jungkook X Reader | reincarnation Au | @kimvvantae

⁀➷ photograph you in this light | Jungkook X Reader | Short | @yoongiphoria

⁀➷ Rabid: the beginning | Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Reader | Series | @bonny-kookoo

⁀➷ angels & airwaves | gamer!jjk x named f!reader | Series | @yeojaa

⁀➷ bands | Idol!JK X Stripper!Reader | Series | @xpeachesncream

⁀➷ The Dark Prince | Prince!Jungkook X Caretaker! freader | Series | @jkeuphoriadreamland

⁀➷ wartime child | Jungkook X Reader | wizard au | @ktheist

⁀➷ Your Head | Royalty!Jungkook x Peasant!Reader | OneShot | @kookiecrumb

⁀➷ Seat of Power | ceo!jungkook x reader | Political Au | Series | @ctrlsht

⁀➷ l’aquelarre | witch!jungkook x human!reader | Oneshot | @venusjeon

⁀➷ Authority | Solider!Jungkook X Married!Reader | Oneshot | @jungk0oksthighs

⁀➷ The Deepest Marks of Essence | Yandere!Jungkook X Reader | Oneshot | @lleldey

⁀➷ Bad Habits | Psycho!JK X Reader | @bonny-kookoo

⁀➷ Suddenly | Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Reader | Drabble | @kookiecrumb

⁀➷ sᴇx ᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘɪsᴛ | sex therapist!jk X Reader | Series | @koos-euphoria

⁀➷ Euphoria | Jungkook x reader | TimeTravel Au | @btssavedmylifeblr

⁀➷ the water is alive | himbo!jk x water nymph!oc | Oneshot | @venusiangguk

⁀➷ boy's a liar | Jungkook X Reader | Oneshot | @wnderkoo

⁀➷ glass of wine | Jungkook X Reader | Threeshot | @dark-villian

⁀➷ your innocence is mine | Jungkook X Virgin!Reader | Oneshot | @flowerprincesscherryblossom

⁀➷ regular | film major!jungkook x convenience store worker!y/n | oneshot | @ttttaehyungie

⁀➷ Show off | CEO!JK X Reader | oneshot | @borathae

⁀➷ Once Upon a Bracelet | Prince Jungkook x Sorceress Reader | Fantasy Au | @ladyartemesia

⁀➷ 200mph | JK X Reader | @aechawrites

⁀➷ Love's Swing and A Miss | Jungkook x Reader | Oneshot | @miraclesatnightfall

⁀➷ Bunny Boy | Yandere!JK X Reader | @bonny-kookoo

⁀➷ something in the heir | knight!jungkook x palace woman!reader | Oneshot | @hisunshiine

⁀➷ Go to hell | FootBall Player!JK X Reader | Oneshot | @bangtanficsforyou

⁀➷ Red Light: The Fear | GymOwner!JK/MotoRacer!JK/Biker!JK X TattoArtist!OC | Series | @bunnybubae

⁀➷ last to know | EX-Husband JK X Reader | Divorce Au | Series | @mangowillow

⁀➷ faith | rockstar!jungkook x novice!reader | 80s Au | Drabble | @venusjeon

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8. With mafia jungkook please

stay safe <3

The East End

Pairing: MafiaJungkook x Reader

Genre: Established Relationship, angst(?), Fluffy ending

Warnings: some swearing, implied attempted s3xual assault

Word count: 4.0k+

A/N: Anon, hope you like it! It was a really good prompt 

8 : “I can’t stay mad at you, you’re too precious”

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At this moment you felt awkward and out of place. You were sat with a group of women you didn’t particularly like, in a place you don’t particularly like, talking about things you don’t particularly like.

But you were here to support Jungkook.

To anyone with eyes it was painfully obvious that you and Jungkook were an odd couple. You were different in almost every facet of your lives. Everything from the way you dressed down to the way you were raised. Jungkook came from a very rich family and you most certainly did not. His family were the owners of a well-respected consumer electronics manufacturing company.

Or so you thought, up until 4 years ago. When Jungkook sat you down and told you he was in love with you.

Although his confession took you by surprise, you had known about his feelings for a while. See, you had already been together 6 years at this point and you had told him you loved him several times and he would never say it back but you knew he felt it.

Jungkook wasn’t a person to tell you how he’s feeling, he’d show you instead. And you felt his love in things he did; in the way he’d kiss your forehead when he thought you were sleeping, in the way he would play your favourite song in the car when he knew you weren’t having a good day, in the way that his eyes lingered on you whenever he thought you weren’t looking. You felt his love every day and it made you feel warm and safe.

That’s your Jungkook. Warm and safe. Yet during his confession, you felt a slight discomfort in his demeanour. Despite him being completely devoted to you, you still felt outside of him. He hadn’t let you in, at least not all the way. Until that day.

“______, I love you. But would you love me if you knew who I really was?”

You were a little taken aback by the question. Had this not been the real him? How could it not have been? Sure, he was a little closed off and cold at the start but he thawed, he allowed you to love him and he loved you.

“Of course, I would” you replied with a slight twinge of inquisition in your tone. You wanted to assure him but you wanted to know what he was keeping from you.

“Then I think it’s only fair to tell you everything and let you make your choice from there; I owe you that much” he said as he maintained eye contact with you. You locked in and prepared yourself for everything he had to say.

1 hour. Jungkook spent 1 hour revealing to you that he was in the mafia. He told you every sordid detail. How many pounds of drugs his men have distributed in different countries, how money and people were handled and how people he’d killed.

He explained the ins and outs of the group and its hierarchy. It was in this hour that you learned, the not only was he a high ranking member, he was the son of the boss. In other words, he was the man next in line to take over.

This information overload overwhelmed you into complete silence. He gazed at you, absorbing your silence and accepting that he’d lost you.

“I completely understand if you would like to distance yourself from me. I can have it arrange that any public record of us interacting will be destroyed and I can assure people who know of our relationship will keep silent about it. This life would be very dangerous for you if you continued to be tied to me, I acknowledge that and I would never want to put that burden on anyone innocent, especially you _____” He rushed out the words without looking at you.

Your eyes darted towards him in confusion.

“When did you hear me say I wanted any of that. I wasn’t fucking kidding when I said I loved you. Nothing you could say to me could change that. And nothing you’ve told me tonight has made me think you’re less of the man I already know you to be. Regardless of all of that, you’re still my Jungkook and I’m your _____.” You stated with absolute conviction. There was no room for debate

“But baby, once you are associated with this life, you can’t leave. It imprisons you and I want you to be free” he stated again in pure honesty.

“How could I be free when I’m not with you?”

And that was it, you were now in Jungkook’s world. He had let you in, completely.

It was only weeks after his confession that his father fell gravely ill and passed away. It was all so sudden that overnight Jungkook became the ruler of the city. Everyone now answered to him. He was the leader, he was in complete control he was the boss and you were his lady, his right arm, his support. His.

And you happy to be everything he needed you to be.

That’s how you found yourself in your current predicament. Attending a charity event with Jungkook. He had picked out your dress, it was a beautiful, silk spaghetti Strap dress that hugged your figure and stopped just below your knees. It was paired with a pair of pointed high heel pumps. All black, of course. To match Jungkook’s tailored black suit. He looked amazing in it; you couldn’t help but admire him from across the room as he spoke to his associates. He was perfect.

“_____. Earth to _____! We’re discussing important stuff here. You can’t just be ogling the boss the whole night hahah” Nayeon chuckled.

“Oh sorry, I guess I was just a little distracted” you replied. That was true but could you be blamed for not paying attention to what they were saying. You had come to learn that every conversation with these girls was just a massive pissing contest. The fundamental core of every exchange between them was ‘my boyfriend/fiancé is better than yours so that means I’m better than you’. Take this current conversation for example:

“Like I was saying, Jimin and I went to this wonderful place in the east end called ‘goûts de luxe’ and it was absolutely amazing. We ended up spending $45,000” gushed jeongyeon.

“That’s such a coincidence! Yoongi and I went to the same place and we ended up spending $75,000! Hahah oh my goodness, it’s so easy to spend money in there, right?” retorted Jihyo.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at the blatant attempts to outdo each other. It was giving you second-hand embarrassment but you tried not be too judgmental. You needed to keep in mind that these girls all grew up in the same world. This one. Where they all had fathers and brothers and uncles in the group. The men tried to kill each other and the woman tried to one up on each other. It was the natural order of this world.

“_____” Jihyo turned to you, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Have you and Jungkook been to anywhere nice in East End?” she asked. The whole group turned to you expectantly.

“Oh my gosh. The bosses girl, you must have been to the most expensive places there” Nayeon said.

You think people expected you to be a certain way as Jungkook’s girlfriend. You think they expecting you to be spending his money like it’s limitless and go to places no one would ever dream of but that wasn’t the case. Your relationship was pretty normal. You weren’t extravagant, you were just normal. Sure you both lived in his penthouse and he spoiled you with gifts on occasion but that was the extent of frivolous spending you both did.

“Actually no, Jungkook said he doesn’t want me going East End. It’s too dangerous for me.” You stated, expecting them just to move onto a different topic. Instead, you were met with a chorus of snickers and giggles.

“Aww that’s so cute! But he must not think very highly of you if he thinks East End is too much for you” Jeongyeon explained in a condescending tone.

“What do you mean?” you enquired, starting to feel a little small under their patronising scrutiny.

“Oh, it’s nothing to be scared of. It’s just that we’ve been going since we were children. Yeah, there are some unsavoury characters but nothing too awful. It’s just funny that he doesn’t think you could handle that.” Jihyo said still giggling between words.

“Yeah, East End is child’s play. Not dangerous at all. Tae has me wait in the car sometimes while he carries out a hit. Now THAT’S dangerous. The asshole is usually soaked after. Do you know how hard it is to get blood stains out of linen?! Well, neither do I but our housekeeper says it’s really hard” Nayeon chimed in.

“We all used to go to East End all the time. That was one of Jungkook’s favourite places. He used to love that place near the old arcade cause they sold his favourite mulled wine.”

On the drive home the words of the girls lingered in your mind. Did he really think that you couldn’t handle yourself? You’re the bosses girlfriend for Christ sake, how bad does it look that he thinks you’re so frail and weak that you can’t handle a few creeps.

You’ll show him! You’ll get Hobi to drive you to east end tomorrow and you’re going to buy Jungkook that stupid wine and shove it in his stupid face that you are capable of holding your own.

“Something on your mind sweetheart? I’ve had Bieber on for 10 minutes and you haven’t complained once” Jungkook questioned.

“I’m fine” you replied shortly. You couldn’t help but be a little pissed at him, he really didn’t think much of you at all. There was so much he had said he don’t want you doing cause it was too ‘dangerous’ but all this time it’s been because he doesn’t think you can.

“Woah, what happened? Did I do something wrong? Look baby, I know you hate those events but its compulsory I attend.” Unbelievable.

He determines from your lack of response that you didn’t feel like speaking any further. He let out an exasperated sigh and just focused on driving, unsure of how to appease the situation.

When you both arrived home, the silence still remained. Right from when you stepped foot in your apartment right up till you both got into bed. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and said that he loved you as you pretended to already be asleep. He rolled over and finally closed his eyes.

You waited until you heard his breaths even out and crept out of bed.

You tipped into the bathroom and dialled Hobi’s number hoping that he’d be awake. He was! So, you arranged with him to pick you up at 10am so you could drive to east end and get Jungkook his favourite wine. Hobi seemed hesitant to take oblige your request. Did everyone think you were this incapable? You assured him you’d be fine, just in and out. He complied and you both hung up.

You crept back into your side of the bed. Jungkook must have felt your presence return because just as soon as you settled me rolled over still in his slumber and wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer.

‘don’t worry Kookie, I’ll make you proud. I’ll show you that you didn’t make a mistake by letting me into your world. I’ll show you; I can do this’ you silently promised him.

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You were awoken at 9am by the loud call of your phone alarm. You scrambled to turn it off before it woke up Jungkook. Luckily, you looked over to find the love of your life still deep in slumber.

You quietly crept around your bedroom getting ready to leave. You did your hair and made to conscious decision to dress in all black today. You rarely wore black, that was more Jungkook’s aesthetic but today you thought you should represent him in anyway you could.

At 10am on the dot you saw Hobi pull the car into the entrance of your and Jungkook’s apartment. You hopped in.

“Morning Hobi”

“Morning _____. I know this may not be my place to say but it would be uneasy on my conscience if I didn’t ask: are you sure you want to go there? The wine your looking for can be found in city centre. The outskirt of the city isn’t a place I recommend being. Especially for you.”

You were growing increasingly frustrated with this constant questioning of your ability to look out for yourself. This time you decided to be fully transparent with Hobi about why you wanted to go and hopefully he’d understand.

“Hobi, this isn’t just about the wine. My boyfriend is the most powerful man in not only the city but the entire country. He’s done heinous things, things he can’t even bare himself to tell me. He oversees hundreds and thousands of people, in control of every one of their lives. He oversees the transfer of millions of dollars every day. People are terrified of him when he walks into a room. That’s the kind of power he holds. And he has chosen to be with me. He’s let me into your world and trusted me to be an extension of himself. A representative of him as the person he’s chosen to love. How weak must I make him look if I can’t even be trusted to go buy wine in a less than reputable side of town? What must people think of him when they look at me? I can’t do that to him. I can’t be the reason he looks weak. So, I have to toughen up and I have to do this.” You affirmed.

Hobi was silent for a few seconds but he let out a sigh and nodded in agreement. He didn’t say anything but you knew he agreed and you were grateful he was seeing thing from your side.

The drive to east end was an odd one. You and Jungkook lived in one of the most secure and expensive places dead in the centre of the city but the more you drove away from that security the more your confidence began to waver. The expensive boutique’s you were used to driving by were now replaced by broken down gas stations. The young women walking their dogs had turned into men covered in black, eyeing up your car with the upmost suspicion.

You began to shrink; you were just about to ask Hobi to turn around but the car had come to an abrupt stop. You had stopped at a passageway.

“The shop you want is just a 2-minute walk passed the arcade ______. Need me to come with you?” he asked

“No.” you replied. You really did want him to come with you but your pride wouldn’t allow the company. So, you hopped out of the car and began to walk up the street.

Like you said, you and Jungkook grew up in different worlds but that doesn’t mean you didn’t grow up stable. You were very fortunate to have been brought up in an average suburban neighbourhood with neighbours that exchanged pleasantries when they saw each other. The places you grew up were worlds apart from Jungkook’s but they were universes apart from this place. It was hard to believe it was the same city. This place looks like it had been forgotten by time. Things looked run down and broken. Buildings looking sad and cold. Roads were broken and cracked. The people, the people just looked like any light that was in them was snuffed out years ago. That’s the best way to describe this place. Dark. And you were afraid. But you had to do this. You had to do this for him.

You had been so busy trying to console yourself in your mind, you hadn’t noticed a dark figure looming in the shadows.

“Hey beautiful. Tell me, what brings you round here.” A man croaked. His voice sounded like gravel, it was harsh and coarse. Even in his attempt to sound flirtatious it sounded threatening; it left a pit in your stomach.

” Who said that?” you replied desperately trying to maintain your composure

“Over here princess. I must say, you look absolutely divine today. You didn’t answer my question though, what brings you round here? A little flower like you could get seriously hurt in a place like this” his slimy voice rumbled in your ears as he finally sauntered into you sight.

His voice matched him perfectly. He had a gaunt pale little face, his left eye was obstructed with a black, bushy eyebrow, while his right eye disappeared entirely beneath a waterfall of long greasy black hair. He was tall. He towered over you with each step he took in your direction. His crooked teeth, encapsulated by a pair of chapped and crusty lips upturned into a smirk.

You were terrified of him. He was grotesque.

“I’ve seen you before. You’re the little girlfriend of that CEO of that huge electronics company, right? You were both on the cover of Forbs magazine last year when his company finally broke 1 billion. If he makes that kind of money, I wonder how much he would be willing to pay to get you back if you went missing” he pondered, his intentions clear in his tone. This triggered your fight or flight and you began to run. You didn’t know where you were running, you just ran.

You ran for 10 seconds before you felt a hand reach out and grab you from behind and pull you into them.

“Thought you could run away from me? Nah, you’re too valuable sweetheart. Plus, while we set your bounty, how about we have a little fun? I haven’t seen someone as pretty as you for a while, I’m gonna enjoy you as much as I can” He panted into your neck.

Your body began to shake out of sheer terror and the tears streamed down your face as you began to sob. They were right. Everyone was right. This place was too much for you. You had been told by so many people not to come here but your pride had done this to you. And all you could do now was think of Jungkook and how much you regretted everything that brought you here.

As began to feel rough hands slip up your shirt, you closed your eyes and attempted to imagine you were somewhere else. This was it you though, ‘I’m sorry Jungkook’

Suddenly you felt the weight of the predator behind you be lifted. You fell to the floor upon his release and turned to see what had happened.

There he stood. Staring down at you. Sheer worry on his face.

“_____. Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

“No Jungkook, I’m fine” you said through your hiccupy sobs.

Seeing you this distraught only fuelled Jungkook’s rage as he turned to the man that lay on the floor. Jungkook stalked towards the man now laying on the ground and gave the man a swift kick to the stomach. You watched in absolute horror as your boyfriend, the man who kissed you every morning before you went to work, savagely beat this man. His fists flailed uncontrollably and each kick dealt was more brutal than the last. You had never seen him so embodied in rage. It was scary.

The beating went on for 5 minutes, it was only when the man was unconscious that he finally stopped. Jungkook’s pale face now covered in blood splatter, the black clothes that hung on his body were now stained darker in areas and his linen shirt now drenched in blood. That’s gonna be a nightmare to get out, or so you’d heard.

His long hair how dripping in sweat hung on his forehead almost like a curtain shielding his eyes from what he had done.

You knew Jungkook was in the mafia. But you hadn’t really processed it, till now.

“Let’s go” He said in a stoic voice without looking at you “the car is this way. I drove here and told Hoseok to go home. I glad he called me when he did.”

You stood up and scurried over to his side, trying your best to avoid looking at the bloodied body lying in the middle of the dark alley. He took your hand in his, the blood now spreading between your fingers. It was a dirty feeling but you endured it because holding onto Jungkook was the only thing you wanted right now.

The walk back to the car was silent, you were too nervous to say anything. Nervous and completely embarrassed.

You both got to the car and sat down. The mood is still awkward.

“I’ve called a physician to the house to come a check you out and make sure your not hurt.” He said, tone still ice cold.

“No, that’s not necessary. I’m fin- “

“Why can you never do as you’re fucking told! Why do you never listen to what the fuck I’m saying. I know you think you know best all the fucking time but maybe take a break, get of your high horse, swallow your pride and just fucking listen?!” he yelled, finally looking at you. Though you wish he wasn’t. You wanted to argue back and tell him not to raise his voice at you but he was right. He was right about everything and you were so ashamed for it. You looked out of the window for the entire ride home, too humiliated to look in his direction.

You had been home for 6 hours. The physician had come and gone; as you assumed, you were fine but she recommended you rested at home for a few days. Jungkook had showered, changed and shut himself away in his study since you had been back.

You hated when he was upset with you so, you decided to bite the bullet and do what was right.

You knocked on his study door.

“Yes?” he called.

You took a deep breath before pushing his door open. He gazed up at you as you entered, expression completely unreadable as you walked towards his desk.

“Hi” you muttered as you stood awkwardly before him.

“Hi, are you ready to tell me what the fuck you thought you were doing?” you flinched at his tone.

“I just…I just wanted to make you proud. I wanted to show that was capable of going to places that you all went to. I wanted to be strong like the other girls. Like you. I’m so sorry Jungkook” you said with tears in your eyes.

It sounded like a silly motivation once you’d said it out loud. You looked down in embarrassment. You really just risked your life to prove some childish point to be like women you don’t even like.

As you stared at your feet like a scolded school child, you felt a large pair of arms ingulf you into a hard chest.

“You’re so stupid, do you know that?” he said as he let out a soft chuckle. “Those girls were talking about the upper east end, not the lower east. Upper east is where the rich assholes go to buy expensive shit they don’t need. Lower east is where people go to get killed. Plus, they don’t go to any parts of east end unless they’re with one of us. Cause even they know that area is not a place for someone on their own.”

You took in what he was saying. You really were stupid, huh.

“I don’t tell you not to do things because I don’t think your capable or strong enough. I tell you because I want to keep you safe. I told you being with me is dangerous so your safety is always my priority. You are my world. I couldn’t lose you; it would destroy me. You are the most important person in my life and I love you. Stupid” he said gazing down at you.

“So, you’re not mad at me anymore?” you questioned, looking up at him with a tearstained face, red nose and puffy cheeks.

“I can’t stay mad at you, you’re too precious”

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J.JK Soul Ink - Chapter 09

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WARNINGS: Abuse, Death of Characters, Child PTSD.

Please don't read this if you're sensitive to any of these, this is just a flashback chapter.

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"Beom-Seok?"

"Yes?"

Park Mi-Sook stared nervously at her husband in front of her. She knew what he did for a living. She knew what would happen if she were to leave him. If he were to find out she was pregnant with another's child. The man that she was having an affair with made her feel safe. Normal. He didn't have much. He wasn't rich, he wasn't a CEO of a business, just a hard working man who want to provide and love his family.

His marriage wasn't based on love, it was arranged. Even though his son was made not out of love like he had wished, he was his world and wanted the best for him. His mother was a different story. Park Mi-Sook was who the boy considered his mother, he may be a few months old but he feels safe in the woman's arms and his eyes light up when he saw her. He had no connection with his own mother, she was always out, getting drunk, sleeping with every man she could. But alas they were to divorce and everyone could be happy. Everyone except Mi-Sook of course.  She had no escape from her own husband. She what she was doing behind his back was wrong but what other choice did she have?

"Mi-Sook."

Her head snaps up to her husband as he cuts her thoughts off. She gives him a small smile and he came to stand in front of her placing his hands on her shoulders.

"What is wrong with you today? You look like you've seen a ghost." Beom-Seok chuckles.

"I-I'm pregnant." She stutters looking down. His hands slip off her shoulders in shock and he leans against the kitchen counter as he allows himself to process the news.

"Are you sure?" He asks. She nods,

"100% sure Beom-Seok."

But it's not yours, she thought to herself. Tell him, just tell him, it won't be as bad now but worse when he finds later on. She opens her mouth to talk but is cut off by Beom-Seok.

"This is amazing! I must tell Jeon! He would be so pleased! I have a successor for the company!" He says running out the room and upstairs to phone his co-partner. Mi-Sook stands in shock before tears begin to well up in her eyes. She grabs her keys and yells to her husband,

"Beom-Seok, I'm just going to get groceries!"

"Okay!"

And with that she ran out the house.

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"Mi-Sook? Honey? What's happened?"

Mi-Sook falls into the arms of her love and he pulls her close, closing the door. She begins to fall to the ground and he slowly helps her, holding her close until she was calm enough to talk. Patters of hands hitting the floor make Mi-Sook look up and she sees the infant boy crawling over quickly squealing happily when he sees her.

"Ma ma ma ma ma ma" He babbles and crawls into her lap and rests his head on her chest, making her sniffle then giggle slightly.

"Hi Jiminie." She giggles running a hand over the infants head gently making him giggle. Mi-Sook looks up to meet the eyes of her lover's concerned eyes and frowns.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"I'm pregnant, I tried t-to tell Beom-Seok that I want a divorce and that the child isn't his b-but he ran to tell the Jeon's before I could even tell him. What do I do? He'll hurt you, Jimin, maybe even this child, I can't let that happen." She whispers as tears fall. He holds his love and son close and sways side to side with them.

"We'll figure this out sweetheart I promise...I'm gonna be a dad again." He says happily, placing his hand on Mi-Sook's stomach making her giggle.

"Little dumpling, you're gonna be a big brother." Mi-Sook whispers to the boy in her arms pointing to her tummy. His eyes stare at her stomach in confusion and points too. He then places his hand on top of his fathers and smiles before leaning down and kissing the clothed stomach making a 'mwah' noise before doing it again before giggling and clapping his hands together making the two forbidden lovers coo.

This was the start to a happy family...If only they knew what the future held for them.

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Year: 1999

"Y/Nieeeeeee, come pway." A 4 year old Jimin pouted to the 3 year old who just giggled shaking her head and ran away with the boy hot on her trail.

"Be careful you two!" Mi-Sook yelled as they ran around the house squealing and giggling.

"I hate that we have to confine them to the house."

Mi-Sook spins around to face her lover and nods sadly.

"I do too...but if we were to go outside he'd-"

"Find out I know. I want them safe too but Mi-Sook it breaks my heart knowing Y/N calls another man dad instead of me. My own daughter doesn't know I'm her father and that Jimin is her brother. I just want my own child to call me appa Mi-Sook is that so hard to ask?"

Mi-Sook looks down in shame and shakes her head.

"I hate it too my love, I want nothing more to live with you happily, but I don't know how to escape, he's one of the biggest mafia's, I can't just divorce him, there's a cost and that cost is my life, our lives, I can't risk that. What about Jimin's mother, you still yet to divorce her too." She says raising an eyebrow. He sighs and massages his temples.

"It's not that easy trying to leave a marriage you've been arranged into Mi-Sook."

"Then you must understand that it's easy trying to leave a mafia leader, he doesn't even know I know about his lifestyle." Mi-Sook whispers. Before the desperate man can reply a scream and then cries of a child echos from the back garden and their hearts stop. They rush outside in panic but stop when they notice the young boy  who had pulled the young girl on his lap and rubbed her back kissing her 'boo boo' on her elbow.

"Shhh, it's okay my Butterfly, I know it hurts but kisses will make it better! Appa always kisses my boo boo's. He tells me that kisses from loved ones make the pain go away! I promise to protect you from boo boo's for the rest of our lives no matter how big or small it is." The boy comforts.

"I'll keep you s-safe to Mochi, thanks for taking the pain away."  The little girl sniffles.

"It's okay lil sis. I wuv you." Jimin giggles.

"I wuv you too big bro."

The two parents stare warmth filling their hearts as they watched the two interact. They began to realize that these two kids were beginning to realize they were siblings and that only meant it was matter of time when Y/N would realize who her father really is.

They need to figure way out. And fast.

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Year: 2003

"Mi-Sook."

"Yes?"

"Is Y/N my child?"

Mi-Sook's blood runs cold and she turns to face the stern face of her husband. This was it. It's over. She had been caught.

"W-What?" She stutters making the mans face darken.

"I asked...Is Y/N mine?"

Mi-Sook shivered at the coldness in his voice and slowly shook her head, looking down and he chuckles darkly, shaking his head in disbelief.

"H-How did you find out?" Mi-Sook asks in fear.

"Two reasons my dear wife. Reason number one, you're both never home, reason number two she won't even call me father and when she does she gets nervous and reason number three and this is my favourite, the wife. She told me about the affair you are having with her husband. She was so desperate for money, it was quiet funny actually." He chuckles. But it wasn't full of humor. It was filled with rage.

"Beom-Seok please-"

"Please what Mi-Sook? Give mercy? Calm down? Was I such a poor excuse of a husband that you had to find comfort from another man?!" He yells making her flinch.

"YOU'RE A MAFIA LEADER! I DIDN'T WANT THAT FOR ME! FOR Y/N! I WANTED TO LEAVE BUT I COULDN'T BECAUSE OF YOU KANG BEOM-SEOK! HE MAKES ME FEEL SAFE!" She screamed. His face contorts in shock then back to anger.

"How did you know? How long have you known?" He snaps.

"Years Beom-Seok, I've known for years. I overheard you and Jeon talking in your office one night." She hisses

"Don't mention that fuckers name. Ties have been cut from him." He growls.

"Why? Because he realized how sick in the head you are? Because he refused your proposal of arranging Y/N and Jungkook together? Because he's more powerful than you?" Mi-Sook snaps.

"They should of been arranged together! The company would of benefited from it!" Beom-Seok yells angrily.

"You mean you would of benefited! They're kids Beom-Seok! She's only 6! He's only 5! They hardly know each other! They met once and they were only 1 and 2 years old! I will not allow my daughter to be wedded off to a man she probably wouldn't love! You're deluded!" Mi-Sook screams back and a loud smack echoes through the house and a throbbing pain from her left cheek suddenly appeared and the she realized what just happened.

He smacked her.

"I want you and that bastard child of yours out of here." He growls before walking out the door of the bedroom. Mi-Sook immediately took action and began packing for herself and her daughter, grabbing the passports and fleeing out the house to the house where her lover, daughter and step-son were awaiting for her.

But little did she know what was coming.

" I want them dead. I'm going to kill the man myself. The children will live and pay the price of their parent's mistakes."

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"Oh, it's you." The woman snarls in disgust as she opens the door for Mi-Sook. She pushes past her and into the living room where the kids and the man she loved were. When he looked up and saw the look on his lovers face, he knew.

"Eomma!" The two kids scream happily making the woman smile slightly.

"Kids, why don't you go play in Jimin's room? Jimin, start packing some stuff for yourself okay buddy?"

The 7 year old frowns but nods without questioning and grabs his sisters hand and pulls her upstairs.

"Hey Butterfly, you wanna help me pack so it's quicker?"

"Of course Mochi."

As the kids disappear, Mi-Sook begins to panick.

"He knows! Beom-Seok knows and it's all because of her, she told him!"  Mi-Sook snaps pointing to the very intoxicated woman who stands unbothered.

"Why would you do that?! He'll kill us! Even you!"  The man yelled at his soon to be ex-wife. She just shrugs still not caring.

"Guess I'll just have to pack my bags too." She grumbles and walks away.

"We have to leave now! He's going to be after us." Mi-Sook whimpers.

"Okay, okay, I'm gonna go pack, you and Y/N leave for the airport right now, I'll take the drunk to her mothers and I'll take Jimin so he can say goodbye to her. He may not see her as his mother but she still gave birth to him." The man said hurriedly and Mi-Sook nods. The man pulls her into a hug and then gives her a kiss on the lips.

"I love you." He mumbles making her nod,

"I love you too." Mi-Sook replies back giving him one last kiss.

"Kids! Have you packed?" Mi-Sook yell, getting a yes back and they both run down the stairs, Jimin carrying his small suitcase as well as he possibly could.

"Jiminie, you're gonna go with your father to say goodbye to your mother-"

"She isn't my mom."  Jimin interrupts. Mi-Sook nods and continues,

" and then you're gonna meet me and Y/N at the airport okay?"

He nods and you gasp in excitement,

"Oh! Are we going on vacation eomma? Appa?"

"Yes! But it's permanent okay muffin?" The man says giving the oblivious girl a smile.

Mi-Sook pulls Jimin into a hug and holds him tightly and he holds tighter just as his father pulls his sister into a hug too. They felt like a goodbye hugs. Jimin knew. He knew something wasn't right.

Jimin then turns to his sister and holds her close to him and kisses the top of her head.

"I love you little Butterfly okay?" He mumbles into her hair making her nod,

"I love you too Mochi."

When they pull away Jimin roots through his bag and pulls out a small teddy that he owns and hands it to the little girl.

"I want you to keep this safe for me okay?" He asks her making her nod eagerly and cuddle the teddy close.

"Come on Y/N otherwise we're gonna be late sweetheart." Mi-Sook says and she grabs her daughters hand and walks to the door and looks at the two boys.

"We love you."

The two boys smile and nod,

"We love you too."

Little did they know that was the last interaction they would before they're little family was ripped apart.

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"Eomma behind you! Eomma! Leave Eomma alone! Eomma wake up..."

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"Appa no! They're drowning save them! Someone help! Please..."

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The two children sat shaking in fear, tears streaming down their faces in two different places but in the exact same position. They began to slip into unconsciousness only remembering one voice echo in their heads,

"I'm going to be the last face you see for sweet death takes you away."

And then nothing. All memories of each other wiped from the trauma.

They wouldn't even remember they were siblings the next time they would meet.

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Year: 2019

"I have a little sister?"

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THE WAITER

💕Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

📝Summary:

A supposedly meaningless one night stand keeps the passion lingering in your veins well after the rendezvous. Destiny plays it’s part in putting him back in your life, but it does, too, a former lover.

His growth has given him the confidence to reclaim what he left behind. But "all that glitters isn't gold"and both of them have not so well hidden secrets...

Who will you choose if you choose any? And... At what cost?

✏️Genre/au: Angst, Romance, Slice of life with some action, Smut, Mafia AU

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

⚠️Work warnings: explicit smut, tension, rivalry, jealousy, possessiveness, love triangle. (Be aware of the warnings in every chapter.)

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Chapter 1: REMINISCENCE

Chapter 2: DISCLOSURE

Chapter 3: THE DEVIL YOU KNOW

Chapter 4: RIVALRY

Chapter 5: DESTINY'S FOOL

Chapter 6: AMBITIONS

Chapter 7:

Chapter 8:

Chapter 9:

Chapter 10:

Chapter 11:

Chapter 12:

Chapter 13:

Chapter 14:

Chapter 15:

Chapter 16:

Chapter 17:

Chapter 18:

Chapter 19:

Chapter 20:

EPILOGUE

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THE WAITER'S FRIEND

💕Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

📝Summary:

Having just left her boyfriend after seeing his true character, Sofie didn't expect to come across someone like Hoseok; the perfect gentleman.

Fate and karma, however, will have Hoseok balancing on a thin line between good and bad when his previous life bleeds into the present.

✏️Genre/au: Angst, Romance, Slice of life with some action, Smut, Mafia AU

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

⚠️Warnings: Might contain smut, explicit smut, might contain gore and blood (+ warnings on each part), mentions of infidelity

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Chapter 1: IT ALL BEGAN WITH A DRESS

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3:

Chapter 4:

Chapter 5:

Chapter 6:

Chapter 7:

Chapter 8:

Chapter 9:

Chapter 10:

Chapter 11:

Chapter 12:

Chapter 13:

Chapter 14:

Chapter 15:

Chapter 16:

EPILOGUE

Daddy issues

paring: mafia jk x fem¡reader

genre: smut, yandere, a bit of angst, mafia au

a/n: this is one of my beginning stories so it may not be as good im working on that. it also isn’t proofread so sorry for spelling errors. Anyway enjoy.

MDNI 🔞

Warnings: mafia jk, married couple, virgin reader, yandere, hair pulling, unprotected sex, nonchalant jk, guns, mentions of gas station bathroom sex, ass griping, aftercare, attempted suicide, overstimulation, dom jk, kidnap, violence, submissive reader, name calling, pet names. etc;

Summary: your nonchalant mafia husband who never pays attention to you but something changes his mind or someone..

You woke up to the breeze of the window being open, you look at the bed and notice your husband didn’t come in last night. It’s nothing new though. Not like he’s being coming anyway. Just as you’re about to hit the hay once again. Jungkook bursts into the room. “There’s breakfast made for you.” as he coldly and quickly walked out the room. you go downstairs to eat your breakfast..

When you notice jungkooks bodyguard eyeing you down. “Something i can help you with sir?” you say sternly. “n-nothing ma’am.” the bodyguard said quickly as he looks away to avoid eye contact.

“Okay, I’ll take my leave.” You stood up as you excused yourself from the table. Jungkooks bodyguard eyes follows you all the way to the sink examining your body. In paradise. Jungkook quickly notices. “Eyes off my wife.” he said in the most sexiest nonchalant way possible. “Yes sir!”

The bodyguard stood intense as he started sweating, knowing what’s about to go down once you leave the kitchen. As you’re leaving out Jungkook quickly stops you by saying your name. “Y/N” “yes?” you say surprised as he never really talked to you unless he’s telling you to do something.

“I’m taking you on a date tonight, be ready by 9.” as he walked out of the kitchen. Now you’re happy as ever this is the first date you guys have been on since your parents forced you to get to him married a year ago. He was also much older than you so you didn’t expect him to be interested in such things. As you excitedly make your way to the bathroom you quickly notice something in the end corner of your hallway but you think nothing of it.

You’re swaying to the music playing as you’re showering. However.. You hear a knock on the door. You’re confused because who would be knocking on the door? you quickly wrapped your towel around your body and opened the door. Jungkooks bodyguard? “What th-“ before you could finish your sentence he quickly grabbed you.

Muffled screams — a bag over your head. “shutup and stop moving.” he tells you as you try and kick him. “this’ll all be easy if you just shut the fuck up and go along with it.” he says in a angry tone. “Why are you doing this to me?” — “There’s always a reason for everything.”

Last thing you remember is being dragged out of your own home. “where am i?” trying to look around but it’s pitch darkness. “don’t worry about it babygirl.” his bodygaurd says as he moves a strand of hair out of your face, and plant a kiss on your cheek. “NO PLEASE.” you screamed. “please just let me go.”

“Can’t do that cutiepie.” he starts to rant about jungkook, as you try to find a way to escape. He quickly notices you and laughs. “Whatever you’re doing, it’s not gonna work.” as he pointed his gun and the back of your head.

Now more scared than ever you don’t know what to do. You wonder what jungkooks doing, if he’ll be able to save you. You just start thinking of all the possible scenarios. what if he kills me??? He slowly slides the muzzle of the gun down the back of your head.

Shit you thought to yourself, how did i get myself into this situation. as you start to cry, he gets irritated at the sound of you crying and clocks you in the back of the head with the gun. what did you ever do to him..

3 DAYS LATER

You’re waking up remember nothing that happened. It feels as you’ve been in here for days, where’s jungkook? Has he been looking for you? So many thoughts intrude your brain. As you start to break down once again, quietly.

“Why did it have to be me.” you say as you wipe a tear. You notice a dim light in the corner of the room. “are we in a barn??” you ask your self confused. You notice a shard of glass on the ground. You let your intrusive thoughts win.

Just as you were about to end it all, jungkook your savior, your husband, your everything. he comes in and screams your name as he run towards you. This is the most worried you’ve ever seen him. As he never worried about you.

He quickly grabs you and notices a long cut going down your leg, now he’s more angrier than ever. “Who did this to you Y/N? I’ll find that bastard and kill him.” You’ve never expected jungkook to be so protective of you.

“I-it was..” you try and seek out his name but once again you start to break down. “It’s okay My love if you’re not ready to say it then you don’t have to.” — “no i’m okay” you say as you sniffle. “It was andres.. your body guard” — “That bastard? How could i have been so dumb to let him around my family.”

Andres not knowing jungkook was here comes out, “i have to kill yo-.” his sentence is cut short when jungkook punches him in his face. You close your eyes as you don’t wanna see that. Your sight of them fighting is making matters even worse. “TAKE Y/N OUT OF HERE NOW.” jungkook screams at his body guards. As they grab you and put you in the car, you hear a gun shot.

Your heart drops. luckily jungkook came walking out of there. He’s looks horrible, likes he’s been the one kidnapped. You cry as you have nothing else to do. “Take care of him.” jungkook tells his bodyguards as he gets in the car.

Now more furious than ever, jungkook is speeding on highway swerving past every car. “Jungkook please slow down.” you say concerned. He looks at you and scoffs. “Y/N, i never got the chance to ask you, are you okay my love?” — You started blushing as he never asks such this. “i-im doing w-well.” barely straining the words out of your mouth.

He sets his hand on your thigh as he rubs it softly and slightly. You’re starting to get wet, at his actions. You pull up to a gas station, in the middle of nowhere. “get out, we’re getting snacks.” — you’re now as happy as ever, but as soon as you step out of the car, you fall.

Barely able to stand up, Jungkook quickly notices you and runs to grab you. “i got you sweet girl.” — you slowly wrap your arms around him as he carries you into the gas station bathroom. The cashier called out, “uh sir you can’t go into the women’s restroom.” jungkook just ignored him. He started to clean your face and around your scar, “we can’t let this get infected, now can we?” you nod your head.

You’re loving this princess treatment he’s giving you. This is probably the most he’s spoken to you since you got married. You can’t resist him as you give him a peck on his cheek. “thank you so much for this.” — “i’d do anything for my wife, even if i don’t show it.” — this made you more hornier than ever. as you dash forward and kiss him on his lips.

You quickly backed away as you covered your mouth. “im so sorry.” — “nothing to worry about sweetheart, a little kiss won’t hurt will it?” — So you start making out, the soft moans escaping your lips as he kisses down your neck. You quickly stop. “i-im a virgin.” covering your face in embarrassment. “i know darling, that’s why i didn’t do but kiss you.” as he places a soft kiss on your temple.

“Love i don’t you to have your first time in a gas station bathroom.” — he was so cute, so worried about you. It made you hornier than ever. “Let’s go home shall we?” you quickly nod your head as he carries you out the bathroom. On the way back home your coldly asleep.

It felt like as soon as you closed your eyes, you were home. jungkook doesn’t even bother waking you up. He carries you into the house. But he doesn’t take you straight to bed. He takes you to the bathroom as he wraps up your leg. “thank you kookie.” tiredly rubbing your eyes. He looks up at the nickname and tilts his head slightly. “kookie?” you dash awake as you apologize, “im sorry.” you say. “You don’t have to be sorry love.” he says as he brushes your hair to the side.

“c’mon love let me put you to bed.” you stand up and fall once again. “idk why you keep doing this to yourself, just let me carries you.” he quickly pics you up like your weight is nothing. He brings you to the bed room and lays beside you.

“Are sleeping in here tonight?” as you grab the blanket, scared to sleep by yourself. “yes love” this one sentence has you folding. “are you okay?” jungkook says as he tilts his head slightly. “yes im fine im fine.” — “ok love get some sleep.” as he cuts off the lights and you both go to bed.

You wake up, wondering if everything was a dream because you don’t see kookie next to you. You stand up, as you limp to the bathroom. Traumatized from what happened in the bathroom a couple of days ago, you quickly shut the door as you leave the room and start looking for kookie. “kookie” you say out. You turn around as you hear “yes love?” so turns out everything wasn’t a dream. You try and run but fail so you limp to him and give him a big fat hug.

“i love you.” you tell him as you hug him tightly as you could. he pushes back from the hug, “you mean that?” he says sternly. — “i do mean it kookie, i love you so much.” — “i love you to Y/N.” as he places a soft kiss on your lips. you tell him “i think im ready.” — “ready for?” he says confused, but interested— “for you to take my virginity.” — he bolts back, in confusion. “you want me to take your virginity?” — “yes kookie i’ve always saved myself until i was married.” you tell him merely embarrassed.

He hugs you in excitement, this was probably the happiest you’ve ever seen him since he normally has a resting bitch face. He picks you up as he carries you to your shared bedroom. “strip.” he says with no emotion on his face. how could he just go from excited to that. But nothing is impossible you think to yourself. You slowly start taking off your clothing.

He admires your beautiful body. “You’re so pretty love.” he tells you as you see drool coming out the side of his mouth. “kook!” you say embarrassed, i think that’s enough staring. He’s so lost in his thoughts he didn’t even hear you. He slowly walks to you and he grips your ass.

He starts kissing you down to your neck. He stops at you boobs , and admire them. “These are MINE, so beautiful.” as he takes one in and starts sucking your boob licking circles around the nipple. You can’t help but moan softly. Which turned him on big time. He started to strip and as he got naked, “suck” he tells you as he strokes his cock.

You get on your knees and slowly start licking circles around his tip. Next thing you know you’re taking him in. Deep throating his dick as he grabs your hair into a ponytail. “yes be a good little slut and suck my cock.” he tells you as he pushes your head for you to take him deeper. You stop to catch your breath breathing hard. “Your dick taste so good kookie.” You tell him as you’re on your knees like a little slut. “Stand up love.” he picks you up and places you on the bed.

He slowly starts kissing from your neck, to your chest, until he makes it to your pussy. Before he began to devour it he asked you “are you sure you wanna do this?” — you nod quickly. He’s licking small circles on your clit, “you don’t know what you’re in for love.” he tells you as he starts devouring you. You start moaning uncontrollably. All these different sensations you’re feeling that you’ve never felt before.

He grabs his cock and starts stroking it, “since you’re my wife we’re going raw.” this comment made you more wet as ever. You start to slide your hand to your pussy , but jungkook quickly slaps it away. “don’t touch.” he says as he slaps the tip of his cock on your clit. “you ready?” he ask you with a concerned look on his face. You shake your head. “words love.”

“Yes kookie please fuck me.” — this turned him on now more than ever rock hard boner. He slowly slides his cock into your pussy. “fuck you’re so tight love.” — “kookie please go slow.” you tell him as you’re in pain. He do as you says and goes slow until you feel no pain, but pleasure.

He starts picking up his paste. “fuck kookie.” — who knew he could fuck this good? he starts sucking your breast as he rubs circles on your clit. You moan in pleasure. As he start making his way up to your face as he whispers in your ear, “you’re gonna take it all babygirl.” this made you wanna cum then and there.

You start looking away in embarrassment as you moan. “Let me see those eyes.” he tells you as he moves your hands from your face. he sloppily kisses you as he fucks you harder than ever before. “kookie slow down” — “you can take this cock like the good little girl you are.” he tells you as he starts picking up his paste once again.

“You look so good beneath me.” — He turns you over as he start fucking you, grabbing your hair pulling it. You moan quietly. As you feel something building up in your stomach. “kookie.” you say. All he says is “don’t hold back love, let it out.” and so you listening and came around his cock. “Look at you coming like the good little girl you are.” he tells you as he’s still grabbing your hair. Fucking you better than ever, “i’ll give you a cream pie, fuck my kids into you.” He tells you as he’s close.

“Fuck, y/n your pussy is so good.” as he flips you back over “we aren’t don’t just yet love.” you want to take control, you want tk take over so you slowly sit on top of him as you ride him like a cowgirl. “fuck, y/n you take me so well.” just him speaking is almost sending you over edge. You continue riding him letting out soft quiet moans. “Louder, let me hear you love.” he tells you, as you begin to moan at your full length.

“I can take it.” you moan out as you feel your climax reaching once again. “you can take it love, let it out.” as he rubs your clit. You start moving slowly as your climax is reaching. “c’mon love you can do better than that.” — this riles you up, and once again you’re feeling in control.

“I’m gonna come y/n ah fuck.” he tells you as he start fucking you back. There’s an over-sensory you start feeling not knowing what it is. Overstimulation. “Fuck kook”, you say as he cream pies you once again. He flips you over as he leaves the getting ready to leave the room. “where ya going kook?” — he just ignores you and walks out the room. “feeling disappointed and discomfort, almost start to cry as you see jungkook coming in the room with a warm towel. Tears of joy in your eyes

“C’mon love let’s go shower yeah?” — you nod instantly he picks you up and takes you to the shower. Once you both get out you go to bed. The things that are to come.

Thinking about doing a Jungkook mafia au

Guys so I had this idea for a while now. I want to do a Jungkook mafia au BUT it may or may not involve romance.

My idea was that Jungkook big sister who he had no idea existed helped the police by finding criminals. And those criminals want to hurt Jungkook as a revenge.

I still don’t know if I’m going to make her romantically attached to one of the members or not so please tell what you think about it. Should I start writing or you guys wouldn’t be interested in it.

i. DECEPTION | JJK [M]

You are irreplaceable in his life, and so is he in yours.

Mayhap, it's time to change that. The moment he aimed his gun at your head, where the trigger could go off at any second; there, you immediately knew you are very much replaceable. So you take matters into your own hands; walk out of his life and away from him as soon as your work contract with him ended.

But Jungkook hates not having your presence near him, and who said you get to walk out his life just like that? You promised not to leave him.

So, why did you break the promise?

or

Plethora of deception.

PAIRING : Jungkook x Reader

GENRE : Dark Romance, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers (sort of), Drama, Action : Gang AU

RATING : Mature

DISCLAIMER : This story is a work of fiction. Description of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. Everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

WORD COUNT : 9k+

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AUTHOR NOTE :

hellooo !! this series was previously titled as “Irreplaceable” under another account which was deleted, this version is rewritten and fit to my (current) type of writing.

if you’ve read Irreplaceable, then you’re already aware of what’s coming up until chapter 3 and since there’s no significant changes made to the story (or maybe there are like something about yn’s personality but you be the judge of it) so you can choose to wait until I post chapter 4 or you can reread this rewritten version :)

banner idea from the loml, lee <3 (originally, it’s supposed to be red theme and then blue and finally be suggested this type of banner, it’s lovely i’m proud of my last product ㅠㅠ)

likewise, every story of mine is proofread by Grammarly (enough to correct any grammar mistakes, if there’s still some errors, turn a blind eye ayee?) andd beta-read by @leemien

WARNINGS : This chapter deals with mild violence and inaccurate information and management about certain things. If you’re not comfortable with it then exit this page immediately.

DEDICATION : To my old self as you are the reason the story exists and to my present self as you have rewritten it.

Past. 

    The sky was exceptionally beautiful today—or maybe it has always been beautiful but you just didn’t pay much attention.

    The gentle rays and the summer breeze were everything you need in the name of seeking calmness. Today was another day of your escapades with Jungkook. His father along with his mother was out of town for some business. Jungkook’s parents have assigned guards and tight security for us but that doesn’t stop us from having our freedom.

    The grass under you moved in steady waves accompanied by the sweet song of crickets and the chirps of birds as you sat next to Jungkook and pulled your knees to your chest, your chin resting on top of them. Jungkook turned his head as he stared at the side view of your face. Your eyes were lost in admiration of the scenery ahead of you.

    “Will you ever leave me?”

    You raised your head at your friend’s sudden question.

    “Hmm,” you playfully tap your chin as if you’re pondering seriously over his simple question. “Maybe not in this life, Kook.” You giggled. 

    It’s a promise, you told yourself. If you were given two options and one of them was leaving him then you’ll choose the other option. Leaving him would never be an option. 

    “Promise?” He asked his eyes that held an entire galaxy looking at you hopefully as he extended his pinky at you.

    “Only if you promise to not leave me.” You told him.

    You stared at him, your pinky was already extended to him, waiting for him to seal the promise with you. Jungkook didn’t ruminate about it as he intertwined his pinky with yours, a wide smile tugging on his lips. 

    “Promise.” Sweet little promise. 

    But how could you not know that promises are meant to be broken and how easy it is to break likely more than one because promises are empty words. 

Present. 

    “You’ve done your part. Get out of this house, (Y/N).”

    Because now? Leaving him is a choice.

    It’s the voice you are familiar with albeit it has changed a bit over time as he matures, his voice drops a pitch lower. The owner of the voice stands confidently at the entrance to your bedroom in his black three-piece suit that is pressed to a T and his hair is styled with care. 

    It’s none other than Jeon Jungkook. 

    It’s a choice to walk out of his life because you either walk out of the door and out of his life or he’ll walk the life out of your body. 

    This man - who has always been against the idea of you leaving the house without him - is now asking, no, verbally forcing you to get out of his house. His voice can be very cold, demanding even. His calm demeanour can fool anyone but dare mess with him, there’s no mercy. You’ve been by his side for years now, you are supposed to be numb to it because growing up with him didn’t raise you to be a weak bitch. 

    But this time, just this time, you can’t help but feel a tug on your heart. It’s the painful feeling of knowing how easy it is for Jungkook to get rid of you after years simply because of your one mistake and yet you still hope that he’s bluffing, that this is just a joke - but Jungkook doesn’t do jokes - you still hold onto that promise but news flash, he breaks his promise. 

    You know it’s time. It’s the time for you to finally leave, to finally be free. Your time is up.

    Your punishment is over. 

    “With pleasure, Jungkook.” Your voice is soft as the smile you had always worn tugs on your lips. 

    The look on his face shows that he is taken aback by your tone and the smile you had on your face which you sure differ from what he had thought of.

    He shouldn’t.

    You had always been the one to never question him, never question his action and his decision, always complying with his words but little did he know, walking out of his house would be no sooner said than done if that means freedom to you, out of his confinement. 

    Let’s go back to the basics, shall we?

    First question, are you in a relationship with Jungkook? No.

    Not even in a complicated relationship? For Jungkook, no.

    For you, yes. 

    You are nothing but a punching bag for Jungkook - Not literally.

    The relationship between you and him was destroyed seven months ago. Today, seven months ago was the day your freedom got taken away, you sealed a deal with the devil but today, you manage to pay for your sins. Jungkook throws the relationship both of you had cherished since the age of nine out of the window after that one mistake you made seven months ago.

    You would say your relationship with Jungkook is strained but Jungkook would say it’s nonexistent, it doesn't exist anymore. 

    Growing up with him for almost 13 years, you both tend to care for each other despite everything but Jungkook stopped caring since 7 months ago, in contrast to you who still care until now - Which also happens to be the reason why you were stuck here -  that’s why his next sentence caught you off guard. 

    “Where are you going to stay?” He asks as if his cold mask slips for a moment. 

    Your mind must be playing with you - blame it on the lack of sleep - why does he care? You let silence be the only language in the room for a moment before you finally speak with a controlled voice, you try not to appear weak and small in this situation. Back then you always had the right of either answering or staying quiet but for the past couple of months, you’ve been answering to his order, you either answer or… answer.

    Your right to speak for yourself is taken away and trampled on so you answer with what was expected to be the answer but now you’re not tied to Jungkook in any way anymore. If Jungkook expects to have his answer from you, especially at this time, then he’s wrong. You’re not going to answer him with what he expected to hear. 

    “Rika has returned and the contract automatically ends,” you tell him. “Which means my life after is none of your concern.” 

    You didn’t spare a glance on Jungkook as your only focus right now is to walk out of this house before Jungkook changes his mind - which is unlikely to happen but one can never be sure and it’s better safe than sorry - Your movements are hasty as you shove your necessities into your luggage.

    If you are to follow your heart, you’d just walk out without bringing anything other than a phone and purse but luckily you always think and make decisions following what your brain thinks is the best. 

    The last time you followed your heart, you got yourself into chaos. 

    Jungkook is silent. He didn’t even utter a word after you but he also didn’t walk out of the room like you thought he would after completing his mission of telling you to get out of his house but instead he just watches you. His dark brown eyes follow your every movement. You don’t need to lift and turn your head to him to see that he is doing so.

    You can feel his gaze on you. You’re familiar with the feeling of his gaze on you, looking at you out of hatred, anger and vengeance. 

    Only for now.

    Soon you’ll forget the feeling of having his eyes on you. You did enjoy having his eyes on you, watching your movements literally every minute, every second for the last 7 months but now, his eyes are going to be on another woman, back to the rightful one. 

    Rika.

    You pull your luggage and stride towards the door. You’re grateful that Jungkook let you stay in his house instead of locking you up in his basement but you’ll leave every bad thing behind in this very house and you’ll bring only the good ones - though there are not many, almost little to nothing— and start anew. You had even considered going for rebirth but maybe no, not now. 

    It’s the end of the chapter and the beginning of a new chapter. 

    Your feet betray you. You aren’t supposed to be in front of this oh so familiar door but you are here, there’s absolutely no reason for you to avoid meeting this particular person but you just can’t bring yourself to face her when you are clearly planning to leave the country without telling her. 

    “(Y/N)!”

    The door swings open and you watch as the owner of the voice smiles gleefully upon your arrival. You mirror her excitement as she opens her arms, inviting you for a hug. After your mother, this lady has always been your safe place, the person you seek comfort and love. She treats you like a daughter she never had and you treat her like a queen. 

    “Aunt Binna,” her name comes out as a soft whisper as you melt in her arms. After the incident in Jungkook’s house, this is the only thing you need, a hug. A hug that only she can provide. 

    Aunt’s hand comes up to caress your back before she breaks the hug and invites you in. She runs back to her kitchen to turn off the stove - which she almost forgot she had it on - and returns to the living room. 

    You observe her living room, empty and quiet living room. It became a habit - that you pick up from Jungkook - for you to observe your surroundings, despite being at a certain place ever so often.

    Jeon Binna, wife of Jeon Junghoon. A renowned fashion and interior designer who’s married to the business tycoon; the CEO of Jeon enterprise, Jeon Junghoon and the marriage was blessed with a son, no other than Jeon Jungkook.  

    Aunt Binna lives alone after her husband died. Aunt lives in a penthouse, 50-story luxury apartment, the highest floor, yes there. She lives in luxury, bathes in it even but loneliness still takes over sometimes. Jungkook is busy and so are you. You could only visit her at certain times which is when Jungkook gets a call from her to come to visit her and bring you along.

    The owner of this building used to be her late husband but since her husband has died, the ownership has been passed to her as stated in his will but she doesn’t want to involve herself in the business world at her age. She offered Jungkook the ownership but at that moment, he said he already had a lot on his plate so it’s better for her to keep it first, once things get less hectic, he’ll take over. His mother agreed and last month, he finally stepped in. 

    From your peripheral vision, you notice that Aunt is scrutinising you. Surely, she must’ve noticed the pale look on your face since you didn’t have the time to put on some makeup to cover the tiredness on your face. After leaving Jungkook’s house, you were in your car when you got a call from Aunt Binna and your feet just pressed the pedal and brought you here immediately - blame it on your strong nature to comply with her wish - hence, here you are, bared and tired. 

    Aunt takes a seat next to you on the couch as she takes your hand in her warm ones. You are met with her worried eyes. “Honey, are you okay? Is everything good? You look so pale.”

    No. I just got kicked out by your son. 

    “Yes, I’m good and everything is fine, don’t worry. Just a bit tired from work is all,” you tell her.

    You didn’t lie though, it’s true that work has been exhausting you to no end but all your hard work has paid off now that you’ve done your part as per what Jungkook said. But you see, Aunt Binna is a very sceptical person. The look on her face clearly says ‘I know everything's not fine but I’m going to let this slide because you are tired and that’s exactly what she said before changing the topic. 

    “I’ve cooked dinner for us, let’s eat?” 

    Having meals at Aunt’s house, especially dinner when the sun is setting down, has a special spot within you. Aunt Binna had an open view dining room which gives people a view that is nothing short of magnificent and breathtaking. It’s a cherry on top with the interior design of her dining room. It doesn’t shock you when you get to know that Aunt designed and decorated her whole house. Aunt Binna is a famous designer - interior design and fashion design that is. 

    The maids are coming in and out of the dining room to prepare the table with mouth-watering dishes that you are sure are cooked by Aunt herself. Apart from being good at designing, Aunt is a master at cooking. You had always loved her cooking that you would literally eat anything as long as it’s cooked by her and luckily Aunt had no problem with cooking for you. She would be more than glad to prepare a whole buffet for you. 

    Once all of the maids exit the hall, the two of you take a seat opposite each other. Your face brightens up at your view - the mouthwatering dishes - and Aunt notices it as she chuckles. “I cooked your favourite, Honey.”

    A maid comes in with a bottle of wine in her hands, she pours for Aunt before coming to you. As the maid leaves, Aunt Binna starts a conversation. 

    “When are you planning on getting married to Jungkook?”

    Bless your soul, you are lucky you haven’t started eating nor drinking because you would’ve choked - though you did choke on your saliva. You clear your throat and reach for the wine glass. Sometimes you forget that Aunt Binna had made it her mission to set you and Jungkook in marriage ever since you both were 15. 

    “We’re not even dating, Aunt,” your lips immediately touch the rim of the wine glass as the fruity liquid fills your taste bud wanting nothing more than to not converse with this topic again. 

    “Mhm, keep telling me that, Hon.” Aunt teases. “You guys grew up under the same roof for years, you know him better than any other woman and I know my son had a little crush on you back then.”

    Yeah, that’s back then. It’s past tense. Present? He hates me to the core. 

    “No other woman knows how to take care of Jungkook like you do, (Y/N) and I’ve seen the way he looks at you with a passionate gaze every time the two of you come to visit me. His gaze is on you as if you would disappear the moment he took his eyes off of you.”

    You mean a passionate gaze of malice and his gaze is always on you to serve as a warning to not do anything that shouldn’t be done. 

    “You helped him so much after his father’s death and not to mention even back then when his father was alive. You did more than I could ever, (Y/N). It would be great to see the two of you get together.” She smiles warmly at you. You see the shining hope in her eyes that you didn’t have the heart to crush it but you know you have to, sooner or later. 

    “Rika is not the problem right? She ran away months ago and I’m sure he’s over her.”

    At the mention of Jungkook’s lover, you freeze. Eyes looking over to Aunt Binna only to see her staring at you intently, waiting for you to respond.

    “It’s great that my existence in his life is appreciated and made an impact on him but,” you sigh. “He only sees me as a friend and nothing more, Aunt Binna.”

    Or you could say, “as a friend” was months ago because now, your relationship with Jungkook is nothing more or less than a pure boss and employee relationship. 

Past. 

    “Welcome!”

    A saleswoman greeted you and Jungkook with a huge smile on her face, her red lips made her pearl white teeth shine brightly. You mirrored her enthusiasm as you smiled and nodded at her, acknowledging her presence and effort.

    Jungkook walked into the boutique without minding the saleswoman and straight to what he’s here for, suits are what. You quickly trailed behind him and called the previous saleswoman to assist Jungkook. 

    “Pick something for me,” he ordered you. 

    It has become a routine for you now to pick out some suits for Jungkook. The man didn’t argue with your choice as he simply paid for everything you had picked for him. The only time Jungkook got involved in picking was when it came to you, your items. He would pick everything for you and you would, likewise, just go with it though at least he picked out items according to your taste and type.

    The nicely tailored suits were hung on metal bars in expensive wood open wardrobes, all of them were sorted out by colour codes and types of fabric. You knew what type of fabric Jungkook preferred as well as what colour suited him the most and the ones that he personally liked.

    Jungkook is the epitome of perfection and nothing short of perfect in any department. Face? Body? Talent? Skills? He’s nothing short of those and was a walking perfection. In this case, anything he wore would look good on him and honestly at this point, what’s the point of you choosing suits for him when he literally could just buy the whole store because he rocked every piece of clothing. 

    “Your girlfriend got a great taste, sir.” The saleswoman commented, making you freeze. You looked over your shoulder to see Jungkook’s reaction, you know well he doesn’t like it when people talk about his girlfriend - which is obviously not you - and you most definitely know he doesn’t like it when the “girlfriend” the saleswoman had referred to was you.

    He was frowning as he lifted his gaze from his phone. 

    The saleswoman noticed the tension so she immediately corrected herself, “Oh, I mean your friend! Your friend got a great taste, sir…”

    God, please blind your eyes because you wished you weren’t looking at Jungkook when the saleswoman corrected herself because immediately you saw the hate and malice grew in his irises when he heard the saleswoman.

    To say your heart was crushed by his reaction was a vast understatement but then again you had betrayed him, betrayed his trust so you should’ve expected this reaction from him but it didn’t stop you from feeling painful heartache. 

    “She’s my assistant.” He corrected her with a glare and returned to his phone, probably reading and sorting out his emails.

    The saleswoman gasped and looked over you sheepishly as she muttered an apology. She did the same to Jungkook but he barely acknowledged it. You waved it off with a kind smile. 

    He had thrown the term friendship out of his life. 

Present. 

    “… and you know how deeply in love he is with Rika, he won’t be over her in such a short period,” you add. “But maybe he won’t be thinking about love at this time, he’s been quite busy lately - with business it is.” 

    Handling the underground business and his company at the same time could be tiring and now that Rika is back and you are resigning from your position as the CEO’s personal assistant, he ought to get busier with no assistant. You just hope by now Jungkook had already selected a few candidates with the potential to fill in your place. 

    “Oh, and I’m leaving the country soon,” you apprise her with a pretty smile adorning your face. You are excited to finally fly out of the country and meet your friend which is long overdue. 

    But oh you are unaware of how the air has changed as the dear aunt’s face drops. 

    “Whatever do you mean, (Y/N)?”

    The loss of the cheerful tone in her voice as it is replaced with seriousness makes you shift in your seat.  It’s a pity that the dear mother has no knowledge of the contract you had signed with Jungkook. He has been keeping you around only for a purpose and only that which is to find and bring back Rika.

    It’s safe to say that Jungkook had to lie to his mother - to keep you around him - stating that you are staying at his house because of important work. It’s a relief that Aunt believes it and she’s more than happy to have you stay close with them or specifically, Jungkook since your apartment is a bit far away from their housing area albeit it’s still near Jeon Enterprise.

    Aunt knows that you are a close friend of Jungkook along with Taehyung and of course, she knows that you work with Jungkook even with the underground business he’s handling. You are involved in everything Jungkook is involved in, creepy much but it is what it is. The two of you are joined at the hip since kids. 

    In Aunt’s view, you are the backbone of Jungkook that the man has yet to realise its true worth. 

    You didn’t want to tell the truth to Aunt because, one, you cannot, two, what good will come out of you telling her about it. Honestly, you’ve known what the consequences of your action would be seven months ago, you didn’t commit such actions without knowing the consequences and you certainly have no intention of dragging other people into your mess. You started the chaos and you’re going to end it all by yourself. 

    “My work contract with Jeon Enterprise has come to an end and I don’t intend on renewing it.”

    “Why so?”

    “Planning to pamper myself by travelling,” you grin to yourself. 

    It’s been long overdue, your wish is. If it wasn’t for the incident seven months ago, you would’ve been travelling around the world by now. 

    It’s been a week since Rika has arrived. She has been staying at Jungkook’s place. It’s also a week after she had learned that you used to stay at Jungkook’s place but later on was kicked out. 

    Aunt Binna had finally decided to pay his son a visit - something she rarely does unless it's an important and urgent matter - after she’s done accompanying you with your shopping and fulfilling your needs for the vacation you had yearned for, though it takes a lot of convincing because you are keen on declining Aunt’s inclination to spend her money on you. 

    The destination of your vacation remains unknown to Aunt Binna. She had asked you once but you didn’t want to tell her. This vacation you seek is to breathe fresh air after long being caged and now that you finally gain your freedom, it’s only natural that you don’t want people to know of your whereabouts. 

    As for Jungkook, he is rather… anxious. 

    Now that you are out of his house, it’s hard to keep an eye on your whereabouts. He tries reaching out for you from calling to as far as leaving texts and emails - it is not something usual for him to do so because he always had you right under his nose - but it’s just either it didn’t reach you or you’re ignoring him.

    The latter assumption isn’t very convincing given that you never ignore him but the stunt he pulled the other day mayhap changed your attitude towards him. He didn’t blame you for the cold shoulder you’re giving him right now but he’s really anxious. True that he kicked you out of his house but it didn’t mean for you to walk out of his life. 

    His cold personality is nothing new to you, you practically grew up with him and his many flaws - one being having an aloof personality -  so why does this time seem to affect you?

    Simple,

    Because his efforts aren’t really seen by you. 

    Aunt Binna had given you a new phone as a gift since you are adamant about not wanting to be bothered during your vacation albeit that’s camouflage because the truth being Aunt is making sure that Jungkook couldn’t reach you.

    Honestly, you didn’t think of not wanting to be bothered as far as changing contact numbers and phone but Aunt did manage to convince you that it’s more peaceful that way. She understands that you need to breathe fresh air at some point and clear your mind. 

    Aunt Binna stares through the car’s window as the sun washes the garden with a golden glow, insects and birds are thriving in the garden maximally. It’s the garden which she vividly remembers that it’s you who had built, sown and practically grew all on your own for Jungkook. 

    “Being around nature often brings forth calmness to you.”

    It’s your words and it shows that you care so much for Jungkook to the point it appears too much but it’s never too much to care for people that you love, right?

    The car comes to a stop in front of Jungkook’s house entrance. The exterior of his house portrays calmness and peace - in the middle of nowhere, secluded to say - His house is built around the trees, protecting them. The clean exterior of his house promises warmth and comfort which contradicts the fact that the owner of the house is rather aloof, anything but warm and comfort.

    Aunt Binna steps out of the car and makes her way to her son’s door; short stairs leading to the brown mahogany wooden door. Aunt presses the bell to alert her presence and waits for her son to show up. A few seconds later, she hears a faint female voice before the door finally opens. She is greeted by a tall, model-like woman with a brown waist-length straight and silky hair. Her face carries the look of an innocent and naive person but that if it wasn’t for the hate that Aunt carries for her because surely she’s nothing but a cunning woman. 

    Rika. 

    Aunt immediately scowls at the sight she is greeted with. Rika is the reason for Jungkook's changes in behaviour and attitude for the past few months. He’s gotten colder and more distant than ever. If it wasn’t for you who had been supporting him, Aunt would have to watch his son drown in his own misery. If Rika hadn’t left him, they would’ve probably started a family of their own and Aunt would’ve been blessed with grandchildren. 

    But, no. 

    Aunt Binna doesn’t want grandchildren that come out of Rika, that had any blood and genetics of the young woman. She wants them from you and only from you. She only trusts Jungkook with you and no other woman. If Jungkook ends up with another woman then she wouldn’t acknowledge them. 

    It’s always you and has to be you. 

    You’ve done so much for her and Jungkook. She appreciates you so much but why is her son so blind? Can’t he see how much you care for him? - is what Aunt Binna always thinks of. You take care of him whenever he’s not well or injured due to some business, take in all of his anger whenever things didn’t work his way, help him to be more expressive - but sadly Rika had to ruin your progress -  and you always show nothing but loving and caring gestures to him, be it subtle or obvious. 

    “So, this is why (Y/N) left,” Aunt scoffs as she glares at Rika who already seems nervous.

    “Ma,” Jungkook comes out of nowhere. He looks around his mother to look for any signs of you but to no avail, he finds no one other than his mother but he still voices his question just in case his mother knows of your whereabouts.

    “Where’s (Y/N)?” 

    “Did you kick (Y/N) out because of this woman?” Aunt Binna ignores her son’s question as she deems it’s a waste of time to answer it. 

    Jungkook closes his eyes as he inhales before sighing. “We made an agreement that she will leave once the work is done, Ma. It has nothing to do with Rika.”

    “Enlighten me, why is she here?” Aunt crosses her arms. “Because the last thing I remember is that she left you, ran away a week before the wedding. Practically humiliating you and our family name.” 

    Jungkook lets silence become the only language as Rika’s eyes shift between the son and the mother. Aunt sighs as she doesn't receive an answer from her son. 

    “You really don’t deserve (Y/N), Jungkook. As a friend or as someone special, both of them. She took care of you like a precious diamond, loved you with all her heart and yet you never once appreciated her or even acknowledged her worth.” 

    Aunt takes a step closer to Jungkook. “Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on,” she hisses at him. 

    Rika’s eyes widened but Jungkook wears his mask skillfully as he didn’t show that he is taken aback by his mother. 

    “Once (Y/N) returns, it’s best if you don’t meet up with her or even try to find her because if you do, I’ll cut off any contacts you have with her.”

    “Is that a challenge?”

    “It’s a promise.” Aunt glares at him. “I’ve planned to set a date for her with someone… Someone who’s worthy of her.”

    Is it an empty threat? Or is it a real one? She doesn't know. 

    She doesn’t want you to be with someone else other than her son and only her son. Although her son is a piece of shit that doesn’t mean anyone out there is better than him. But then again she also wants you to be with someone you truly love, someone who could bring happiness to you and shower you with nothing but love and affection. 

    As if Aunt Binna has triggered a wrong switch, her son is immediately inches away from her face. Jungkook glares at his mother. 

    “If you only plan to rile me up using (Y/N), you better know it’s not a wise choice,” he whispers. “Leave. Her. Alone.”

    His words make his dear mother break into a laugh. He shouldn’t feel threatened by his mother’s words but the tinge of possessiveness that he felt says otherwise. One thing Jungkook doesn’t like is being threatened or felt threatened, it won’t end nicely. 

    “Why so? I’m merely helping her find her happiness. She’s free to date anybody in the very first place but guess what, she chose not to because of you but I’m sure now there’s nothing holding her back since you have Rika.”

    She chose not to. 

    Jungkook only manages to stare at his mother in silence. Aunt Binna has nothing more to say so she gladly turns around to leave. 

    “Have a great day, son.”

    Jungkook eyes his left side of the bed. Rika is sleeping peacefully. Her little snores become the only sound in the quiet bedroom. He loves it - the little snores Rika makes while sleeping - but it was back then, hearing it now doesn’t give him the same effect as a few months ago. 

    Or does it ever give him any sort of effect?

    Everything around him is empty and emptier without you but his mind is never empty of you. You are always one of the many thoughts he had in mind.

    His morning would always be greeted with you holding a cup of coffee in hand, ready for him to down it to his throat and inviting him for breakfast which he would always avoid but you managed to make him because it’s simply you. You know how to handle him even while the relationship between the two of you is obviously strained because of that incident. 

    Missing you wouldn’t be a crime given that you and he share a deep bond. Did you really just break your promise? How could you? You’ve been by his side for years and the same goes for him but now you’ve left him without telling him whatsoever. He had asked you where you will be staying after he kicked you out the other day only for you to act so cold to him. 

    He should find you—

    No, he shouldn’t… Right? He has Rika now. She should be his main priority now. Everything is falling back into place except this time, there’s no you. 

    Where did you go?

    Why did you break the promise?

    Guilt crawls on his skin as it eats him up. The incident that takes place seven months ago flashes in front of his eyes like a fast-forwarded movie. 

    The fear in your eyes. 

    The trembling hands and quivering lips. 

    The pool of—

    Jungkook quickly pulls himself back to reality as he feels Rika shifting. He gets out of the bed and heads towards the bathroom. A nice shower would clear his head, he hopes. 

    “Good morning, sir.” 

    “Good morning, Nana.”

    Nana— or Mrs Chang is the housemaid, an old woman that Jungkook and you are close to. Mrs Chang has been taking care of you and Jungkook since you and Jungkook were kids. She’s a loving and caring woman, it reminds you of your grandma that’s why the two of you started calling her Nana.

    Mrs Chang exits the room once Jungkook has settled down on his chair. He stares at his breakfast that was prepared by Mrs Chang. It’s his favourite; soft soufflé pancakes with a cup of black coffee. 

    Rich golden honey syrup drips exquisitely from the top to the sides of the pancakes. It’s decorated with some berries and dusted with powdered sugar on top of the tower of pancakes. The pancakes are puffed, browned and heavenly sweet - even without tasting it yet. Aside from having a black coffee, pancakes are the start of his day but this is not it. 

    He picks up his utensils and cuts the pancake into preferably bite sizes as he eats it. It tastes bland even with all the sweets that had decorated his plates. The pancake is good but it didn’t spark his taste buds because he knows this isn’t the one he always had, it is not made and cooked by you. 

    Pull yourself together, Jungkook. 

    His quiet breakfast is interrupted by Rika. She slides her arms around Jungkook’s neck from behind and nuzzles her face into his neck. Jungkook breathes out her name as he puts down his utensils with a clink. 

    “Can I go out for a while, Jungkook?”

    “No.” He didn’t miss a beat as he voices sternly. 

    “Whyyy?” She whines. 

    “Because I have to go to work.”

    “I’ll take the guards with me—”

    “When I said you can’t go out, you can’t. Which part of “you can’t” did you not understand, Rika?” His voice is dripping with irritation. “For now, I don’t want you to leave the house without me.”

    “You once left me. I won’t let you do it twice.” It’s a promise. 

    Because you left me, I almost lost (Y/N).

Past. 

    It doesn’t take long for your life to be flipped upside down or in this case, Jungkook’s life - or preferably he called it a plan. It doesn’t take long for your plan to be interrupted and ruined.

    His life doesn’t centre on love or on this particular woman but he needed these two for a purpose. The airport was a runaway with the metal birds. It’s a starter for people that seek hope and adventure on another ground. But now, Jungkook wanted nothing more than to destroy airports. 

    Once he’s at the airport, it was packed with a swarm of people. It’s the busy hour right now and he couldn’t afford to cause a ruckus with all eyes around. His eyes scanned his surroundings to find the familiar figure. He ordered a few of his men to split up and search around. 

    “Jungkook, her flight is almost departing. Gate A-32,” your voice rang in Jungkook’s earpiece. 

    “Gate A-32,” he ordered his men with a flick of his wrist and they immediately got into action. 

    Men in black suits started to fill in the airport. People were giving weird and confused stares as they saw those men in black but they knew better than to care about others. Jungkook had ordered them to find his fiancée that had run away and that’s the only thing they would focus on. 

    Jungkook was about to head to the gate that you had mentioned but he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. “Wait, Jungkook,” he looked over his shoulder and met eyes with Taehyung, his friend. 

    “A-32 is a domestic flight. Rika wouldn’t be so stupid to run away within this country,” Taehyung frowned. “Did (Y/N)—”

    “Fucking hell,” Jungkook cursed under his breath. He hastily tore off his earpiece. You were ruining his plan and buying time for Rika. Are you her accomplice? Why are you helping her?

    “Jungkook, it’s not (Y/N)’s fault—”

    “Shut the fuck up, Taehyung.” Jungkook glared at him, shutting him off. “She’s messing up on purpose!”

    “Why would she even do that?” Taehyung snapped at him. “Are you hearing yourself right now? She has no motive to do so!”

    Jungkook regulated his breathing. Taehyung might be right but he couldn’t handle any mistakes at this crucial moment and this mistake coming from you was unusual as you rarely made a mistake but then again you’re a human with weaknesses. Maybe he’s just being irrational right now. 

    Taehyung’s earpiece began to buzz off. He heard your voice trying to connect to his earpiece. “Taehyung? Can you hear me?” 

    “I can’t get a hold of Jungkook— Did something happen?”

    “(Y/N), it’s not gate A-32,” he said. “Relocate her.”

    “What—”

    “Gate A-32 is a domestic flight, (Y/N). Are you sure she’s there?”

    “Shit, hold on!” He heard you ordering your subordinate to relocate Rika and search every gate. “She was at gate A-32 just now— How…”

    “She is buying herself some time. She’s definitely not alone.”

    “She’s… Her tracker is at gate B-40 now. Be mindful this is just her tracker, have people outside of the airport as well just in case what you said is right.”

    Taehyung immediately jumped into action and pushed Jungkook to run to the gate you had just mentioned. 

    “Gate B-40, Kook. I’ll be outside just in case she escapes from this airport,” he told him. “Go!”

    “Still at the waiting area of gate B-40?” you asked one of your subordinates. 

    They were all equally busy, pressured and stressed as you were. Their eyes were moving from one monitor to another, trying to find Rika in the midst of busy crowds. The sound of keyboard clickings filled the room.

This might be your speciality - to hack, in general - but surely everything would take time and now you have to get access to the airport’s security system just to find Rika through the surveillance cameras and with the help of her tracker she doesn’t know of - You hope she doesn’t know. Jungkook had installed the tracker in Rika’s phone without her knowledge - just a normal thing for Jungkook - so it’s a plus point for this situation. 

    Who would’ve thought…

    “Yes, she’s still there,” one of them answered as he was in charge of watching over the tracker’s location. The others were still trying to find Rika through the surveillance camera. 

    A frown was visible on your forehead. You pinched them as you tried to think of a reason for Rika to suddenly elude Jungkook. He treasured her like he had never before. You couldn’t think of any motive as to why Rika suddenly wanted to run away and to add to it, it’s one week before their wedding. If you were confused by this situation then Jungkook was twice confused. 

    Your eyes began to scan all over the monitors in the room. Rika’s figure has not been found yet but it was believed that she’s in this airport and hopefully, still. A surge of anxiety was starting to eat you up as the longer you scanned the monitors, the harder it was to find Rika; there were too many people at this hour. 

    You were about to move from the monitor to another one when your eyes caught a familiar figure in one of the monitors. The frown on your face grew harder at that. You squint your eyes to get a clearer vision as you close the distance between you and the monitor. 

    You’ve never felt the worst feeling of panic. 

    “Rika is not at gate B-40…” you muttered under your breath. 

    One of your co-workers caught what you just said. “But her tracker is still at B-40,” he said, his voice clear of confusion as to why you said that. 

     All of this was staged. Rika had planned all of this carefully and rather cunningly. What Taehyung said was true; she’s not alone and she’s buying time for that person. You refuse to believe your assumption might be right because if it was, Rika was one step away from escaping. 

    And you fucked up real bad. 

    “Entrance— The airport's second entrance, check that monitor!” you told them. “Fuck, where are Jungkook’s men?!”

    They were supposed to guard outside of the airport too!

    “(Y/N), that’s Rika!” your subordinate gasped. “But why is she—”

    “Rika isn’t planning to depart from this airport,” you told him as you rushed to the door. “Trace the car Rika is using, send it to me and inform Jungkook, ASAP!”

    Your subordinates quickly get into work. “Close down the road Rika is using. Do anything as long as the road is empty.”

    The feeling of adrenaline rush in your body was indescribable. Your hand was placed on the gear stick while the other was on the steering wheel, your foot was pressing the accelerator pedal hard as you sped off in order to get to Rika or at least to stop her car from going any further. 

    After some time speeding off the road, you saw a familiar car, a black Mercedes-AMG GT 4-Door Coupé. You could be wrong but you were confident it’s Rika. Yes, she couldn’t be the only person that owned that car brand and model but the car was specifically Jungkook’s. The logo of his notorious gang and company was embedded on the car - it’s a must for every car that he owned to have those - and the number plate? It was specifically designed by Jungkook. 

    Not wasting time any further, you didn’t hesitate to make a drastic turn. The car you’re aiming at was in the opposite lane. You clutched the steering wheel and spun it to the maximum. You’re driving against the current in order to stop Rika’s car. 

    The mission is to stop Rika from leaving. 

    The adrenaline rush once again pumped in your body as you were speeding up towards Rika’s car. The luck was on your side because the road was already empty and it’s all thanks to your subordinates’ effort in getting it done using whatever ways. You wouldn’t want to cause damage to the public property and people around. You stared up intensely at Rika’s car that’s a few metres away from you, heading furiously towards you with no hint of slowing down as it seemed. 

    You drifted your car to make a roadblock in hopes that she wouldn't get past you. The only way to get past you is to crash your car and that alone was enough to cause damage to her car and slow her down, you hope Jungkook and his men were already on their way and not so far from your location. 

    To your surprise, Rika’s car came to an abrupt halt. The sudden press on her brake pedal left drift marks on the road. You immediately threw yourself out of your car and ran towards Rika’s car. 

    “Jungkook and his men are already on their way to you, (Y/N),” Jake, one of your subordinates, told you through the earpiece you had on. “I told him about Rika’s actual plan and he immediately got out of the airport, don’t do anything rash, just hold her off for some time.”

    As soon as he got alerted by your subordinate, he wasted no time as he got out of the airport. It’s safe to say he may have bumped into some people and caused them to fall to the ground but he didn’t have the time to help. 

    He sped off the empty road to get to your location. He assumed it’s your order to get the road closed down. 

    But maybe he was too late.

    He saw your car sped off from your location but you were still there. The car Rika had used previously was abandoned. Rika took your car and left. 

    Why weren’t you stopping her?

    Rage and anger took over his body. He finally arrived at your location and immediately got out. He strode to you with big and long steps. 

   You heard cars coming in your way, you knew it’s Jungkook. You inhaled a good amount of oxygen as you closed your eyes, ready to face his wrath. The view of your car being driven further and further was what you saw once you opened your eyes again. Courage and braveness were what you needed right now but you couldn’t afford to have them. You felt an object being pushed to the back of your head, enough to command you to turn around. 

    Once you were sure your car with Rika in it was out of your sight, only then did you turn and faced Jungkook. The object you felt at the back of your head was a gun, Jungkook’s gun. The mouth of the gun was now a few inches from your forehead. You summoned leftover courage you had - you prayed you have - and spoke with a surprisingly clear voice, contrasting your trembling hands. 

    “I’m sorry, I was careless to let her escape.”

    The trigger goes off. 

Present.

    Your past will always haunt you, taunt you in the evilest way. Regret will eat you alive for every second for the thing you do that is against your will, you have control over the matter but you chose the wrong way. Does Jungkook have control over his actions in the past? Perhaps not, but then again is his action against his will?

    No.

    Jungkook’s eyes shoot open. 

    The hideous past of you and him is still fresh in his mind. The guilt always eats him up every night, even after seven months. Jungkook rests his head on the steering wheel as he tries to regain himself, his self-composure. Sometimes, he couldn’t help but stare into space and reminisce about the past. He takes a deep breath before pulling up his body to sit up straight and start his car.

    He wished he had not acted irrationally back then.

    It’s easy to describe Jeon Enterprise building, simple, really. The building is massive and clean. Most furniture in the building is either black, grey or beige. Jungkook arrives at the lobby and immediately gets into the elevator that specifically heads to his office floor. He is greeted by the receptionist which he replies with a simple nod and proceeds to the elevator. 

    The ride to his floor isn’t time consuming and he arrives at his floor after a few seconds. His floor is spacious compared to other floors. His father had designed the building himself and Jungkook didn’t make any changes ever since he took over his father’s position. He enjoys it too, working alone on the floor, no distraction whatsoever. That’s what makes them father and son, similarities in preference. 

    They say, always expect the unexpected - but where’s the fun in that? The element of surprise is what Jungkook fancies. After all, that’s how you take down your enemy. But he certainly doesn’t like to be surprised and he most definitely didn’t expect to be greeted with a piece of envelope presented on his desk. 

    Your resignation letter. 

    When he is walking down the hallway, he misses the empty cabin of yours. Your cabin is empty; the desk is cleared, no files or documents, just the company’s original properties which are the computer, the mouse and the keyboard. The letter of resignation is placed neatly on top of his desk, too neat to his liking. 

    He reads the content of the letter even when he knows it’s just a letter of you announcing your last day of employment - which is today - explaining your reason; personal reasons along with some praises to your co-workers and the company. 

    Jungkook is anything but rational right now. His mind is a mess but he’s unsure of the reason - because of your departure, perhaps? It wasn’t stated in the contract he made seven months ago that you have to resign from your position and end your contract of employment with Jeon Enterprise once you’ve found Rika.

    But then again, there’s nothing stopping you from doing so. Originally your contract of employment ended seven months ago, exactly a day after Rika had escaped. You renewed it because it was included in the contract Jungkook made you sign seven months ago that you have to continue working with Jeon Enterprise. 

    “You’ve read the letter, son?”

    Jungkook is too absorbed in his thoughts to the point he didn’t hear the footsteps of his mother nor did he hear the door to his office being opened. Aunt Binna is leaning against the wall near the door. She’s wearing a long black leather coat that reaches to her ankle and a belt secured on her waist. Her face is adorned with a pair of sunglasses and red lipstick. Her hair is tied back to a low bun, leaving a few strands to fall on the left side of her face. 

    Aunt takes off her glasses. “I sent that letter on her behalf.” 

    Jungkook immediately raises his head and stares at his mother with a bewildered look on his face. “Why?”

    “It’s her choice to resign,” she shrugs. “I only helped with sending the letter to you.”

    Jungkook heaves a heavy sigh. “Never mind, Rika is back. That’s all that matters.” He leans back to his chair, pinching his eyes close. Aunt heard him, of course, and she couldn’t help but to feel angry at her son. She scoffs as she crosses her arms. 

    “Why is she back anyway? She left you, Kook,” Aunt reminds him. “You’re overlooking the important thing right now. (Y/N) left the country to god knows where! Aren’t you worried?”

    “I love Rika so much, Ma. I can’t let her go,” he bares himself. 

    “Well, you might love her but I hate her— Maybe I loathe her even more after knowing the real reason why she escaped!”

    “What—What do you mean, Ma?” he frowns. 

    “God, I don’t know why (Y/N) kept this as a secret from you,” Aunt Binna sighs. “She loves you too much to not tell you the painful truth because she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

    Jungkook's frown deepens. His mother glares at him and puts back on her sunglasses, clearly ready to leave the room. “Maybe back then if you had asked (Y/N) what truly happened, you would’ve known.”

    Aunt looks over her shoulder. “You’re a smart man, Kook. I hope you have not become a fool because of Rika and I hope you have a solid reason as to why Rika is back.”

Past : A week after you left. 

    The studio apartment was quite spacious; the bedroom, kitchen and living room were all in one space. Taehyung moseyed around his temporary little apartment. He’s used to living in a mansion but new experience doesn’t hurt especially when he’s doing this for you. 

    “(Y/N) suffered enough to get you back, Rika,” Taehyung drawled. He’s in no mood to talk actually, but Rika has been blowing up his phone so he had no choice but to pick up her calls. “Now that she’s free, I have no intention of keeping your little affair.”

    He hummed over something Rika was saying over the phone. “She doesn’t know that I knew about this,” he smirked when he heard Rika throwing a string of curses at him but his playfulness dissipated in a blink of an eye. 

    “You made my (Y/N) suffer. You and Jungkook… Both of you made her suffer.”

    They said anger is the bodyguard of sadness; it’s true. Anger started to spark in his veins as he remembered the tears that had fallen from your eyes while having a gun up to your head. He’s angry that he couldn’t afford to do anything back then and he’s sad that those images, those memories would stay in his mind forever. 

    Taehyung mastered the art of masking one’s emotions, be it by face or by voice. He’s angry but couldn’t afford to snap at Rika, at least not now. Anger is a powerful emotion. 

    “We are supposed to be together by now, you know? Me and (Y/N), I mean,” he continued. “If it wasn’t for your reckless action, I would’ve had her in my arms now…”

    Rika continued throwing profanities at Taehyung but he didn’t mind her of course instead, he continued. “But it’s fine, you’ll suffer in her place now.”

    The playfulness seemed to have come back as it was evident in his voice. “I’m giving you a chance, Rika, since (Y/N) wouldn’t want Jungkook’s love of life to suffer, right?” He pouted, his tone mocking. “So, now everything depends on how he gets to know about this; either from the mouth of others or yours.”

    He moistened his lips before he hissed out his opinion. “The latter option is better.”

    He didn’t let Rika continue any further so he ended the call with one touch. He returned to the app he had opened before picking up Rika’s call. The resume button was pressed and the audio was loading before it started playing again. It’s a conversation between two individuals. Taehyung had his earbud on one side of his ear as he listened to the conversation tentatively. 

    “Jungkook has given you everything, Rika. Why are you betraying him?”

    Your weak voice, your desperate voice which Taehyung knew that you were on the verge of tearing up - not out of sadness but rather out frustration, confusion and even anger - filled the room. He had replayed the audio for god knows how many times. It’s to the point he had remembered each and every sentence of the conversation. 

    He’s waiting for the perfect time to drop the bomb. 

    The conversation was still going on when he heard a knock on his door, breaking his concentration but he was bound to be disturbed at this time because the person he had been expecting had finally arrived. He knew exactly who’s behind the door without even opening the door yet. 

    Taehyung walked towards the door and with a happy smile, he opened the door. 

    “Aunt Binna,” he called. “Pleasure seeing you.”

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—DECEPTION MASTERLIST.

You are irreplaceable in his life, and so is he in yours.

Mayhap, it's time to change that. The moment he aimed his gun at your head, where the trigger could go off at any second; there, you immediately knew you are very much replaceable. So you take matters into your own hands; walk out of his life and away from him as soon as your work contract with him ended.

Jungkook hates not having your presence near him and, who said you get to walk out his life just like that? You promised not to leave him.

So, why did you leave him?

or

Plethora of deception.

PAIRING : Jungkook x Reader

GENRE : Dark Romance | Drama | Action : Gang AU

RATING : Mature

DISCLAIMER : This story is a work of fiction. Description of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. Everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

MASTERLIST | NAVIGATION

STATUS : Ongoing

CHAPTER INDEX :

i. One

ii. Two

iii. Three

iv. Four

v. Five   TBA

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ii. DECEPTION | JJK [M]

You are irreplaceable in his life, and so is he in yours.

Mayhap, it's time to change that. The moment he aimed his gun at your head, where the trigger could go off at any second; there, you immediately knew you are very much replaceable. So you take matters into your own hands; walk out of his life and away from him as soon as your work contract with him ended.

But Jungkook hates not having your presence near him, and who said you get to walk out his life just like that? You promised not to leave him.

So, why did you break the promise?

or

Plethora of deception.

PAIRING : Jungkook x Reader

GENRE : Dark Romance, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Drama, Action : Gang AU

RATING : Mature

DISCLAIMER : This story is a work of fiction. Description of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. Everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

WORD COUNT : 8.2k+

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AUTHOR NOTE :

💌 i’m back with deception chapter two anddd i was really overwhelmed by the amount of love lots of you were showing and giving for the first chapter ㅠㅠ sometimes it’s too overwhelming that i’m even afraid ugdhdhj. well that is for personal reason~

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proofread with grammarly and beta-read by @minnyoon

special mention for my minnie 💞 @minnyoon for helping me out from the v beginning with this chapter even while she’s busy (we r both dead busy) so im really grateful ㅠㅠ !!

WARNING : This chapter deals with description of violence and blackmailing.

DEDICATION : To my old self as you are the reason the story exists and to my present self as you have rewritten it.

    Certain actions could be justified.

    But Rika’s action couldn’t be justified in any way from Taehyung's point of view. 

    The ringing of your weak voice, your desperate voice - which he knew that you were on the verge of tearing up not out of sadness but rather out of frustration, confusion and even anger - always replayed in his head like a broken record. It’s troubling, tiring and served as a daily reminder to tell him that he had failed to protect you.

    He had failed you. 

    He was there to witness the heart-wrenching scene and yet he couldn’t do anything but to watch, as if it was a movie… except that it’s not scripted. It’s the reality. 

    But now, he’ll play the fucking movie however he liked.

    “Aunt Binna,” he smiled. “Pleasure seeing you.”

    Binna narrowed her eyes at Taehyung, the look of displeasure on her face was clear as day; the fake pleasantries irked her. He noticed and it only gave him satisfaction. 

    “Cut to the chase, Taehyung.” Edge lacing her voice. “Tell me everything you know.”

    Amused at how he got the older woman so worked up, he let out a breathy laugh. He doesn’t need Binna to express herself to know that she’s been on edge — He successfully made her on the edge since the phone call a few hours prior. 

    “Why don’t you come in first, Binna?” Taehyung arched his brow. “We’ll talk inside.”

    Binna’s eyes bounced between Taehyung and his apartment. After contemplating, and weighing out the pros and cons, she decided to step into his apartment. He gestured at the couch in the living room to tell her to settle down on it. Without any further ado, Binna sat on one of the couches.

    Taehyung humbled himself in a small studio apartment; oak wood grain tiles with porcelain white walls. His apartment was probably for a short stay, Binna thought. Taehyung has a massive bank account. This apartment was surely like a few dollars for him. Binna’s eyes then settled on a laptop that was placed on the glass marble coffee table. 

    It’s an audio file.

    But more importantly, the file’s name; it’s your name. 

    Binna wasn’t oblivious to the fact that you and Taehyung knew each other but the last time you had mentioned about Taehyung was months ago. She’s wondering if you knew about Taehyung’s whereabouts since he decided to be in this hideout. 

    Taehyung returned with a glass of water for the lady and settled down on the couch opposite of her. Binna looked at every move of his like a predator watching its prey’s movement. 

    Silly. She’s the prey, he’s the predator. 

    Taehyung was a wolf in sheep's clothing. All while he seemed harmless and approachable, he’s a true predator deep down. A dangerous person with a perfectly innocent facade as a masquerade. Don’t judge a book by its cover? Scratch that. Please do judge a book by its cover. 

    “What do you know about (Y/N)?” Binna demanded.  

    The sole reason why Binna’s here.

A few days prior. 

    The airport was busy and crowded like always - loud too. Be it night or morning, the airport here doesn’t seem to have ever been quiet and less crowded. People must be travelling often, huh? The blazing sun shone through the glass panes as if to brighten the lives of those within the glass windows.

    From the corner of your eyes, you could see the chuckling and giggling of overjoyed children. You smiled at that. It reminded you of your younger self when you first flew on a plane with Aunt Binna and Jungkook. 

    You were at the gate, waiting for your plane. Another Place by Bastille was playing on the left side of your earbuds, your right ear was left open to the surroundings to catch on the announcement. It’s been almost an hour of waiting and it was finally your cue to board the plane when the system made an announcement calling for passengers to board their specific plane. 

    “Take care, my dear.” Aunt Binna stood up with you. “I’ll miss you.” 

    Aunt’s hands moved to gently stroke the side of your head endearingly and pulled you into a hug. You let yourself bask in her embrace for the last time - since you didn’t plan on coming back any time soon. For the good, perhaps. 

    “I’ll miss you too, Aunt.” You whispered. “You too, take care.”

    Aunt Binna has been the mother figure for the past few years of your life. You couldn’t thank her enough. In fact, nothing could thank her enough. Through Aunt Binna you had a shelter, a place to call home. Through Aunt Binna you met Jungkook. She was your saviour and your beginning of a new life after your parents died. She was the reason you had found a purpose to live. 

    Aunt let out a hearty laugh but you could hear sobs bubbling up to her throat as she tried her best not to break down. Aunt Binna loved you as much as you loved her. She loved you and treated you like a daughter she never had. At first, Aunt disagreed and opposed your decision of being away from her, she’s vocal about it but it didn’t stop you from persuading and here you were, at the airport, ready to travel and step foot on a foreign ground of your choice. 

    “You’re not going to tell me where you’re going to live in the new country, dear?” Aunt asked - again.

    You wanted your departure to be a secret so that you could enjoy your trip without any disturbance. Knowing Aunt, she would most likely visit you or send you gifts if she were to know your address. It’s not that you hated it but for the first few weeks, you’d like to enjoy your own company. Aunt claimed that she’s going to be worried for you - Just like a mother worrying for her daughter when they’re travelling alone, especially in a foreign country - but you assured her. 

    “I’m really sorry, Aunt, but I can’t tell you. Not yet,” you took her hands in yours, slightly squeezing them. “When it’s time, I promise I’ll tell you but for now, just text me if you’re worried, okay?”

    “I’m going to be safe. Everything’s going to be just fine. Don’t worry too much,” you assured her with a soft smile which she mirrored with a rather sad smile. 

    “I trust you to take care of yourself.”

    “Of course.”

    You hummed as she engulfed you in yet another tight motherly hug. Aunt broke the hug when she felt her purse vibrating. She quickly fished out her phone and looked at the caller ID.

    “Who’s that?” You asked. 

    Aunt Binna stared hard at her phone before she shoved it back into her purse. “Work.”

    A tone of edginess laced her short answer making you tick a brow.

    “Why aren’t you picking it up?” You frowned. “Maybe it’s important.”

    “No, dear,” Aunt brushed it off. “Right now it’s about you.”

    Her phone rang again. She took it out again with the intention to turn off the device but you quickly stopped her. The caller ID. It’s the name you've heard lots of times when you were hanging out with Aunt.

    They mostly talked about Jungkook’s engagement. 

    You heard about the engagement - accidentally, while Aunt Binna was conversing with someone on the phone the other day and it went on to almost every day but you assume she didn’t expect you to know about it since she didn’t even make an effort to open this topic with you.

    Not that it bothered you.

    Knowing Jungkook, you wouldn’t be too surprised about this rushed engagement. Rika escaped once, Jungkook wouldn’t let it happen twice. He was a man of his words; he said he would marry Rika, he would. He didn’t chase after her during their college years for nothing. 

    “I think it’s better if you pick it up.” You tried to persuade. “See, it’s still ringing. It must be important.”

    Aunt took a quick glance at her ringing phone before nodding. “After you pass that gate, I’ll pick it up.”

    “It seems that almost everyone has boarded the plane. I’ll get going now.” You pecked her cheeks and grabbed your luggage, heading towards the gate. Sending one last goodbye to Aunt Binna once your passport was checked and the plane ticket was confirmed, you walked into the tunnel leading to air transport. 

    Once Binna was sure that you were out of the radar, she fished out her phone. It’s not the same number that had been calling her just now. It’s an unknown number. She left the call unanswered for the first time but the caller dialled her number again leaving her no option but to pick it up.

    The green button was pressed and the call was connected but Binna didn’t mutter a word and waited for the person on the other line to speak. 

    “Binna.”

    Her eyes widened and her mouth agape, shocked. She couldn’t believe her ears. This has to be a joke.

    “Does my voice shake you to the core to the point you’ve lost your ability to speak?” The voice goaded.

    “Who is this?” Binna spoke.     “Playing dumb now, aren’t we?” Laughter rang from the other end. “Must I remind you of my name?”     “I have no business with y–”     “Kim Taehyung.” He cut her off.     Binna hastily pulled the phone away from her ear but before she managed to end the call, Taehyung spoke with a voice dripping with malice.     “I wouldn’t end the call if I were you.” He reprimanded. “Be wise, Binna.”

    “What is it that you want?” She finally asked.     “What’s with the hostility?”     “Answer the question, Taehyung.”     Another deep chuckle rang from his side. “I’ll make this short for you.”

    “It’s about (Y/N).”

    It would be a lie if Binna said she didn’t come out of worry though she did come out of frustrating curiosity. You and Taehyung have never met - She made sure of it. You were busy with Jungkook. Even if you met Taehyung while with Jungkook, Binna was sure her son wouldn’t like it. Jungkook wasn’t very fond of the other guy. You and Taehyung stopped contacting each other after you signed Jungkook’s contract and after Taehyung flew to another country.     Taehyung assumed Binna had already seen the audio’s name hence without any other word he reached to his laptop and pressed the play button.     The audio he has been listening to.     The audio that haunted his nights.

    Taehyung didn’t forget to turn the volume higher. Binna would hear everything crystal clear.

    The audio started with an audible noise and rustles before a familiar voice resonated around the room.   

    “Rika..”

    Your voice.

Flashback.

    The mission was to stop Rika.     By hook or by crook.

    The adrenaline rush in your veins was indescribable as you sped up trying to chase after Rika’s car. The luck was on your side when you noticed the road was empty. Rika picked a shortcut to the other airport in which the road was not crowded and not many passersby. You knew she picked this lane in hopes of escaping without any obstacles but she didn’t weigh the pros and cons of taking this empty lane.     The pros were that she got to speed off without any hindrance and time-saving. The cons however were if she wasn’t careful enough, she was going to be caught by Jungkook and his men which was the current situation.     But instead of being chased by her fiance and his men, she was being chased by you.     Another factor as to why the road was empty has to be your subordinates. You were thankful for their efforts in getting your order done. You pressed the pedal harder in hopes to catch after Rika and surpassing her.     “Damn it! I should’ve come from the opposite lane.”

    You didn’t give up trying to surpass Rika but you have to take desperate measures to slow her car down. You reached out for your gun that was tucked at your back.

    Shooting the tyres would make her lose control.

    Jungkook wouldn’t like it if there was a scratch on his precious doll.

    “Fuck this.”

    You slid down the car’s window and pointed the gun towards Rika’s car.     One, 

    Two,

    Three bullets were launched at the car and just as you had expected; Rika slowed down the car due to shock. You took this chance to speed up, gun still aiming at the car.     Four,     Five bullets.     You managed to surpass her car. Pulling the gun back, you threw it to the seat next to you and gripped the steering wheel, turning it to the max, making a drift turn.     Stop her, by hook or crook.     Your car was made as a barrier to stop Rika from getting through. The only way for her to get past this car was to crash it.     You eyed her car that showed no hint of slowing down.     Rika’s car came to an abrupt halt a few metres from your car. You could hear the beating of your heart ringing in your ears. Rika jolted in her seat from the sudden press on the brake. You quickly threw yourself out of the car and ran towards Rika’s car.

    “Jungkook and his men are already on their way to you, (Y/N),” Jake, one of your subordinates, told you through the earpiece you had on. “I told him about Rika’s actual plan and he immediately got out of the airport. Don’t do anything rash, just hold her off for some time.”

    “Rika!”

    You should’ve known better than to approach someone who’s on a run unarmed.

    Rika stepped out of her car with a gun in her hand. She was trembling due to being inexperienced in handling and aiming a gun at someone or she was scared now that her plan was being messed up. Her expression was cold despite her shaking limbs. You tried to convince yourself it’s better that Rika ran away because she was forced and coerced to.

    At least it’s better than her running away of her own free will. 

    But you knew better than to think she was forced to. Jungkook put security around Rika as tight and secured as possible. There was no way for a threat to get in her way, if anything it would go to Jungkook instead.

    “Don’t move, (Y/N).” The gun was aimed at you. “I would shoot down anyone that tries to stop me.”

    Your heart dropped to your stomach.     “But I wouldn’t dare to shoot you…” Her cold mask faltered as she lowered the gun. “So please, don’t try to stop me…”

    The two of you hold each other’s gaze intensely. Regardless of anything, Rika was still the same person you knew. She was a sister to you and a friend. The same goes for Rika. You were the only person she could share her problems, cry on, laugh with in the so-called world of Jungkook; The dark, unforgiving and cruel world of his. To be hurting each other would be worse than death. 

    “Why?” You muttered. “Why must I let you go? Why are you running away?”

    You stared at her in hopes of getting an answer out of her but Rika remained silent so you continued.     “So that you can be with Jaehyun?”     Rika froze. “Wh– How… How did you know?” She tripped over her words. 

    Here she thought she had outwitted everyone but you figured. If you managed to figure it then Jungkook–

    “Jungkook doesn’t know.” You told her. “If that’s what worries you so much.”

    You let out a breathy laugh. Your nose was getting itchy from the building emotions. 

    “You can fool Jungkook but you can’t fool me. Do you think I don’t know who you keep on meeting behind his back? The texts? Not to mention the look you give Jungkook… It’s not as warm and loving as before.” 

    Rika’s face was blank but her eyes swam through many emotions.     “Do you know how hard and painful it is for me to see Jungkook blindly believe in your lies?”

    A lone tear fell from your eye. Call you emotional and sensitive but the image, the scene where Jungkook blindly accepted Rika’s fake affection and love tore you apart, every time. Jungkook loved Rika too much that he put all of his trust in her. He wore his heart on his sleeves for her. 

    “All he wanted was to love and to be loved.”

    A scoff left her lips. 

    “Then go replace me in his life, (Y/N)!” She screamed. “Take my place as his fucking possession. I don’t want to be his obsession, I want him to love me for who I truly am.”

    “What—” You were taken aback by her sudden outburst. “What are you talking about?”

    “That’s what you don’t know since all you ever cared for was Jungkook, in your eyes he’s that person who’s innocently and helplessly in love. News flash; he’s never in love with me.”

    “No, you’re lying…” You muttered under your breath. “You’re making things up to justify yourself. Jungkook is genuinely in love with you. I know…”

    “Why are you in denial, (Y/N)?”

     Denial? Are you?

    “I’m… I’m not.” You stammered. “You don’t know how hard things were for Jungkook. He tried his best to give you everything. You just happened to lose your feelings for him and are trying to make yourself the victim.”

    Your eyes desperately searched for Rika’s, pleading. She closed the distance between the two of you with the gun still aimed at you; finger on the trigger, ready to be pulled but mindless of where to shoot. 

    “Must I sacrifice my happiness for his sake, (Y/N)?” Her voice was soft, trying to reason with you. 

    “You love him…” 

    “I loved him. Past tense.” She corrected you. “I loved him but he never did. He’s obsessed with me and that’s not the relationship I wish to have.”

    “How do you know that Rika?”

    “I don’t need to justify anything, (Y/N).” 

    “Then, all you’ve said is your words against Jungkook and an excuse for your affair.”

    “You know nothing, (Y/N).” Rika scowled. 

    “Pray tell.”

    “I can’t.” She sighed defeatedly. “All I can say is that I’m not safe.”

    You frowned. “What do you mean?”

    Rika stayed silent. She thought she would be able to leave without telling a single soul about this but then it’s always you.

    “Why… Why didn’t you tell me?” Your voice was trembling. “I could’ve helped you…”     She never mentioned anything about not being safe nor have you noticed any discomfort and odd behaviour in her. But then again, this was Rika. 

    “How (Y/N)…?” Rika sorrowed. “The reason as to why I’m not safe is Jungkook. My life is in danger.”

    What?

    “Jungkook cherished me, showered me with affection so that he’s able to obtain my full trust only to use me for his own advantages. I’m being played like a fiddle - like a piece of chess on his fucking board not knowing I’ve been living a life full of risk.” Her face was dreadful. “Tell me, (Y/N)… You know so many things about Jungkook and his dark world,”

    “Did you know about this as well? Did you know he was only using me? Are you just like him? All the memories we shared, the affection and love you showed, the sweet words–” She paused, sob bubbling in her throat. “Was it all fake too? An act to gain my trust?”

    Shocked would be an understatement. You never knew. Not a thing. Has Rika been in a relationship that she knew would be the end of her? You were genuine with your feelings for Rika. Your every action towards her never had any hidden meaning nor double meaning. You have no reason whatsoever to manipulate her but then again, this wasn’t about you. It’s Jungkook.     “When did you find out about this, Rika?”

    “Is that important right now, (Y/N)?”

    You looked over at her desperately. “It is.”

    How could she find out about this when all the underworld business has never been discussed in the very house where Rika and Jungkook lived in. Jungkook was a careful man, you knew it all too well that he would never open his mouth on his plan in the house - even over a phone call. 

    So there must be someone within Jungkook’s organisation that has betrayed him. 

    But there were just no motives for Jungkook to be targeting Rika when he was madly in love with her since his college years. If all of it was an act then he deserved an award for it. 

    Fuck, this wasn’t even the matter anymore. Rika’s life was in danger and you’re trapped between letting her go or bringing her back to Jungkook. You wished you wouldn’t even consider the latter but you were, after all, Jungkook’s right-hand woman - you worked for this man. 

    “I can’t tell you.” Rika exhaled. “But please, let me go…”

    “What are you hiding, Rika?” You didn’t miss a beat. 

    Rika pursued her lips into a thin line. You felt sorry for her - You truly did but you’re in deep water. Politically correct, you were to let Rika go but what if her words were all made up and by means to camouflage her affair. After all, she didn’t expose the informant - even refused. Another part of you believed Rika; blaming it on the strong bond the two of you shared but nothing could be stronger than the bond you and Jungkook shared. 

    ‘This is a mess,’ you thought. 

    “On his way,” Jake told you. “Keep holding her off.”

    “Let’s settle this in the nicest way possible and wouldn’t harm any of us, Rika.” You began. Hell, this has to be the stupidest decision you’ve ever made. “Forget about running away.”

    “Do you think I’ll walk into the lion’s den blindly, (Y/N)?”

    “Is Jaehyun worth it, Rika?” Rika didn’t miss a beat to nod quickly. 

    There you noticed. She was head over heels for Jaehyun but that’s not stopping you. 

    “Do you think Jungkook would sit back and chill after you ran away?” You asked. “You yourself said that he’s obsessed with you. What makes you think that running away would make it any better. Jungkook likes the chase, Rika. It excites him.”

    “Unless you’re lying about Jungkook and to cover up your affair.” You shrugged. 

    “Don’t play reverse psychology on me, (Y/N).” Rika snarled. “You’re not in my shoes, you don’t get to say that. I’m trying to change my fate.”

    Killing the distance between the two of you, you spoke again, now a tad bit softly. “Stop it, Rika. It’ll be worse if you run away, trust me.” You tried to lower down her gun.

    “Go back to Jungkook. There must’ve been a misunderstanding.”

    It triggered her. Rika shook off your hand on her and pushed the mouth of the gun to the middle of your forehead. 

    “What misunderstanding, (Y/N)!?” She screamed. “You don’t understand. You don’t know what it feels like to be manipulated and to be used for someone’s sick little game. My life is on the fucking line. I would run across the world if that's what it takes to run away from him rather than to just succumb to fate and die pathetically.”

    Tears were pooling in her beautiful eyes. Tears of frustration, anger and fear all mixed up. Every day you dealt with criminal organisations, your identity as Jungkook’s right-hand woman was known. Every day you live in fear too. Fear of dying. You’re in a field where it’s male-dominated. Can you blame Rika for being scared? Of course not.

    You were once like that but you had someone who fought for your life. 

    Rika was played and betrayed by a man she once trusted.

    Her ‘someone’ is Jaehyun. Someone who was fighting for her life was Jaehyun. 

    “Like it or not, I will leave.” Fire of determination danced in her eyes. 

    “(Y/N)?” Jake called you over the earpiece. “If you can hear this, Jungkook is near.”

    “You too, (Y/N).” Rika began again. “Leave him.”

    Rika always had her way to make it seem like everything around you disappeared. It’s one of her talents - her words, not yours. And right now, she was making use of the said talent. She held intense eye contact with you. Pleading. 

    “Leave him and live a normal life. Isn’t that what we both wanted so badly?”

    To live a normal life. 

    “This is your only chance to run.”

    Never be too absorbed in your thoughts… was what you always told yourself. The mouth of the gun was no longer touching your skin. The beautiful and tall figure was no longer in front of you. 

    Rika was standing at the door of your car. 

    “Rika—”

    You were about to run to her but she immediately pulled her gun again. 

    “I don’t care whether you’re still on Jungkook’s side but I’m still going to offer you this. After all, we shared so many things together. I can’t lie to myself and say that I hate you when I don’t.”

    She inhaled a good amount of oxygen before she spoke. 

    “Run away with me—”

    “Or live a life of hell with Jungkook after you leave.” You finished. “And that is my choice, Rika.”

    She appeared shocked by your decision but another part of her saw this coming. You have been attached at the hip with Jungkook since the two of you were just kids. But that doesn’t mean she wanted to see you live a life of hell with Jungkook. Rika lowered her gun and her eyes softened. 

    “Come and run away with me, (Y/N). Get away from that man.” She spoke ever so softly. “Jungkook will torture you or worse, kill you for failing to stop me.”

    Fail huh. Fail…

    You stared into Rika’s orbs. She’s just as desperate as you were; She was desperate to take you with her and run away together while you were desperate to make the right decision. Her offer showed that she still loved you and concerned for you but were you stupid to think that you would receive less of Jungkook’s wrath because of the strong bond the two of you shared?

    “Answer me, Rika…” Your voice trailed off. Rika looked up at you hopefully. 

   “Do you truly love Jaehyun?” You asked. 

    “Definitely…” She answered swiftly. Her gaze was soft at the mention of Jaehyun - likewise - but the look didn’t stay for too long when she averted her gaze to the road behind you. All the colours drained from her face, you could see her eyes dilated out of dread and there you knew.

    Your time was up. It’s time to make a decision. 

    It’s Jungkook; His car followed by his men’s cars were heading in the direction of the two of you. 

    “Go, Rika.” You breathed. 

    You wished you knew what drove you to make that decision. 

    “What—”

    “Take my car and go!” You repeated with slight urgency in your voice. “Jungkook’s car is coming at a high speed. Take my car right now and drive to wherever you were planning to.”

    Rika’s eyes bounced between you and a bunch of cars coming their way, clearly baffled at your decision. She tried to pull your forearm but you quickly backed away. 

    “I can’t leave Jungkook.” You muttered, head lowered. “I grew up half of my life being by his side. Leaving him is the last thing on earth I would do.”

    “But Jungkook will—!”

    “I’ll deal with Jungkook.” You cut her off. “But this will be the last time, Rika. Jungkook will eventually find you, with or without my assistance. I’m merely buying you time.”

    The sound of the cars’ engines was nearing you and your heartbeat was becoming clearer in your ears. You could see that Rika wanted to protest but before she had the chance to, you ordered sternly. 

    “Get in the car now!”

    Rika knew from the tone of your voice that you wouldn’t listen to any of her protests so she quickly got into your car and started the engine. 

    If Jungkook got here before Rika could even leave, he’ll do everything within his capabilities to stop her. 

    “Take care.” 

    You both mouthed the phrase surprisingly at the same time. You sent her a warm smile as a farewell message but Rika couldn’t return the smile with the same amount of warmth. Her face was painted with a sad smile. She couldn’t give you a warm smile because it’s like a mockery of you and herself. 

    You were sacrificing yourself for the sake of Rika. 

    As soon as Jungkook got alerted by your subordinate, he wasted no time as he got out of the airport. It’s safe to say he may have bumped into some people and caused them to fall to the ground but he didn’t have the time to help. 

    He sped off the empty road to get to your location. He assumed it was your order to get the road closed down. 

    But maybe he was too late.

    He saw your car speed off from your location but you were still there. The car Rika had used previously was abandoned. She took your car and left. 

    Why weren’t you stopping her?

    Rage and anger took over his body. He finally arrived at your location and immediately got out. He strode to you with big and long steps. 

   You heard cars coming in your way, you knew it was Jungkook. You inhaled a good amount of oxygen as you closed your eyes, ready to face his wrath. The view of your car being driven further and further was what you saw once you opened your eyes again.

    Courage and braveness were what you needed right now but you couldn’t afford to have them.

    You felt an object being pushed to the back of your head, enough to command you to turn around. Once you were sure your car with Rika in it was out of your sight, only then did you turn and faced Jungkook.

    The object you felt at the back of your head was a gun, Jungkook’s gun.

    The mouth of the gun was now a few inches from your forehead. You summoned leftover courage you had - you prayed to have - and spoke with a surprisingly clear voice, contrasting your trembling hands. 

    “I’m sorry, I was careless to let her escape.”

    The trigger goes off. 

    The loud sound emitted from the gun filled the silent air. He pulled the trigger. Your first instinct was to check if there were any holes on your body but you realised you still had the energy to stand.

    The bullet hit Rika’s car. Thankfully the car was bulletproof - it was Jungkook’s car after all - the body was slightly dented and scratched. 

    Everyone that was present in the scene knew well that Jungkook would never pull the trigger on any of his comrades. 

    Loyal comrades. 

    His brown eyes were filled with pure, unadulterated anger. He didn’t utter a word since he came, only his gun spoke for him. They said, ‘actions speak louder than words’ and they weren’t wrong. His action of pulling the trigger after aiming it at the back of your head was a threat. 

    Death threat. 

    “Therefore, I assume you already have a plan for fixing this mess.”

    The clipped tone of his voice pushed you to the edge. It’s the tone you were so familiar with because this specific tone was used by Jungkook to show that there’s no negotiation.

    Seal the deal with the devil or death. 

    Never have Jungkook used that tone on you but you assumed now he had the reason to. You chose this path so don’t be a bitch. 

    “I will find Rika and bring her back,” you promised, determination in your eyes. 

    But nothing could ever prepare you for the next blow. 

    “You let her escape just now.”

    It didn’t take a fool to understand what Jungkook meant. The trust he had in you was gone - in a blink of an eye. Trust took years to be built and seconds to be destroyed, it had finally happened to you. 

    “Your words are nothing but empty words because of your previous action.”

    Call you sensitive or anything along the line but your eyes were getting glossy and your nose was tingling from the buildup of emotions. Jungkook was a man who was not fond of long sentences. He kept his words and purpose in one compact sentence. Less is more. His words affected you more than anyone could ever. 

    “Are you working for someone else?” His question caught you off guard. Your head immediately shot up and eyes searched for his own pair.

    “Or,” he paused. “It’s your own plan?”

    A deep voice immediately intervened. “Jungkook, she’s your friend. Why would she—”

   “Shut the fuck up, Taehyung.” He seethed. “Do not interfere.”

    You could see from your peripheral vision that Taehyung was itching to do the opposite of Jungkook’s order but managed to restrain himself. 

    “I’ve heard the talks from other people saying you’re insanely in love with me.” He was mocking you. 

    “You don’t listen to baseless rumours.” You couldn’t help but differ. 

    “Oh, I don’t but the amount of ‘mistakes’ you’ve made today drives me to the conclusion that you planned all this to happen. The rumours happened to be an alibi for my conclusion.”

    “What if you forced Rika to run away from me? What if you threatened her to run away?” He continued. 

    “You don’t consider hypothetical situations.” You wished you had just bitten the bullet instead of running your mouth begging for a death wish. 

    “I don’t. So, let’s reconstruct the sentence, hmm?” Jungkook stepped closer to you. You fought every dangerous instinct in your body to step back from the devil in front of you. “I know you forced Rika to run away from me. I know you manipulated her into running away.” 

    Taehyung was ready to march to the two of you but before he could even take a step, Jungkook quickly glared at him and that was enough to keep him in place. 

    “You’ve lost my trust.”

    You didn’t say anything. Would there be any use if you say a word in the form to defend yourself? No.

    “Might as well kill you.”

    Words cut deeper than knives. 

    “Jeon Jungkook!” Taehyung growled. His feet were ready to march up to the younger but he was held back by Jungkook’s men. 

    “Fucking hell,” he grunted, trying to escape the men’s grasp. “Let me go, you arseholes!” A string of cusses was thrown at Jungkook but it fell on deaf ears. 

    Jungkook was the only man you had loved since a young age. The man you had taken good care of openly or behind the shadows. The only man you had given everything to bring forth the happiness in him. The only man you’ve given all your trust to and the only man to stand by your side till this day. 

    But,

    Jungkook, a few minutes ago, had already turned his back on you. The only man was the same man who accused you of trying to destroy his happiness when in fact you would run across the globe if it meant to find and bring his happiness. 

    The same man was now aiming the gun at your head.

    Determined to wipe off your entire existence like you never existed. 

    It took everything in you not to break down at this moment, in front of him. You mustered up every leftover courage in your body to seal your deal. 

    “I promise I will find her and bring her back. Give me 7 months and if I fail, any form of punishment,”

    Taehyung screamed your name but you ignored it. 

    What was the meaning of living if Jungkook loathed your entire existence? You wished your life didn't revolve around Jungkook but unfortunately it did. 

    “…even if it means death, is my payment.”

    You sealed your deal with the devil with a smile. 

    Taehyung was still trying to fight off Jungkook’s men, if he could he would drag you and run away. To hell with everyone. Jungkook looked at you, his face short of emotions but you painted your face with various emotions, he could see it, always. 

    “7 months,” Jungkook repeated. “If Rika isn’t by my side by that time, brace yourself because there’s no daylight after.”

    No daylight after. 

    “Taehyung,” he called out. “Our contract ended today.”

    With that Jungkook pulled back his gun and tucked it back into its place. A single tilt from him was all it took for his men to scurry to action. The door of his car was opened and he immediately got in. In a blink of an eye, he was gone. The road was empty again.

    Just you and Taehyung. 

    Silence was the only language on the empty road. Your head was hung low and only then did Taehyung realise how hard you were gripping your clothes. Perhaps— no… Definitely, out of fear. You were trembling. You looked very vulnerable that Taehyung would be afraid to even move and made even the slightest sound. 

    Taehyung knew how much Jungkook meant to you. He hated to admit it but your world was Jungkook. He wasn’t oblivious to the fact that you loved Jungkook too, more than a simple childhood sweetheart. But just as Jungkook had claimed that you’ve lost his trust, Jungkook, too, had lost your trust. 

    The two of you lost each other’s trust. 

    Does Taehyung pity Jungkook? No.

    To hell with him. 

    While Jungkook had lost your trust, he only lost that. 

    While you had lost his trust, you had also lost your freedom. 

    Freedom. Taehyung gained that. Yours and Taehyung’s contracts were supposed to end today but 

    But what’s the point of being free…

    What’s the point of gaining freedom when his plan was to be free with you. 

    Yours and Taehyung’s contracts were supposed to end today. Today was the day he and you have been waiting for but instead of happy noises, a lively mood and a pretty smile on your face, he got to witness you at your lowest. 

    You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding but you failed to contain the broken sobs. Your exhale came along with a string of broken sobs. Tears were streaming down your face. This has to be the hardest you’ve cried. Taehyung saw you were trying your best to fight the cries but at each attempt, it only got worse to the point you had to slap a hand over your mouth - trying to suppress your noise.

    It hurt.

    The pain in your chest was indescribable. You wished there was a word to describe what you’re feeling but there’s nothing. No words could describe your pain 

    The strength you had previously flown out of your body in a flash as your legs gave up - failed to support your weight anymore. You were short of breath too and your eyelashes were wet from your tears. Cheeks moistened with tears. He saw it all. 

    And it would be engraved in his mind forever.

    It hurt.

    It pained him to see you crying so hard. 

    It killed him knowing that he could not take away your pain. 

    You rushingly wiped away the overflowing tears but much to your dismay they kept on coming out. Taehyung reached out for you, arms circling your fragile figure. You unravel yourself wholly in his warmth. The soothing gestures made their way to your back as he tried to calm you down. He whispered in your ears to control your breathing, to regulate your breathing. You followed his instructions with a tad bit of difficulty. In the process, you let your mind wander how things have taken a 360-degree turn. 

    It’s your fault.

    You betrayed him. 

    Traitor. 

    Eyes closed as you tried to shut down those thoughts. As if sensing your line of thinking, Taehyung brought his hands to cradle your cheek. You met with his pair of eyes that were deep in worry. 

    “I’m sorry,” you began with a soft voice. 

    Taehyung frowned. “For what?”

    “For delaying you.” His frown grew deeper so you continued. “Your contract ended…—”

    “So what? Even if the contract ended, I still haven’t gotten my freedom because my freedom is your freedom.” His warm hands moved to cup your tear-stained cheeks. Your orbs reflected so many emotions you were feeling. “I’ll help you find Rika.”

    With a shake of your head, you spoke. “No, Taehyung.”

    “I’ll take care of this on my own.”

    The audio ended. 

    A moment of silence. Only the sound of each of their steady breathing filled the space. It was supposed to be nothing new for Taehyung to be hearing this audio since he heard this every day as it haunted him badly but every time he listened to this audio, it always felt like the first time. The emotions that came during and after hearing the audio, it’s still the same as the first time - Even when he could reenact the whole scene to a T. 

    Taehyung let Binna process what she had just heard. He could see the shock on her wrinkled face although she tried to mask it off with a stoic face. She cleared her throat and stared at her lap. Truthfully, she has no word for what she had heard. She’s on the line of choosing sides; you or her son. 

    It all made sense now. 

    The day Binna had invited you was the day your contract ended. There was something wrong with you that day, she realised, but foolishly she had decided to brush it off - afraid that she might be too annoying. 

    The ‘important work’ you and Jungkook had claimed all along was to find Rika. The excuse of keeping you in his house due to ‘important work’ was a camouflage to cover up the deadly deal you had with Jungkook. All along you were living with a constant reminder that if you failed, you'd die. 

    Die in the hands of someone you trusted very much.

    Die in the hands of someone you love wholeheartedly. 

    Die in the hands of the person who’s constant in your life. 

    Die in the hands of the person who you thought would never hurt you. 

    Binna inhaled a deep amount of air before finally speaking. 

    “Where did you get this audio?” 

    “(Y/N).” Taehyung moistened his lips as he clasped his hands. “She always has a micro audio recorder with her. Probably Jungkook’s habit got rubbed off on her.”

    “How exactly then did you get this audio?” 

    “The night after Rika had escaped, (Y/N) was about to destroy the recorder for all the good and bad reasons. This audio holds so many secrets so she needed to destroy it.” He paused momentarily. “The moment she tried to destroy it, I walked in on her. Back then, I didn’t know what the recorder was all about so I offered to destroy whatever she was trying but she kept on denying it. Jungkook walked in on the two of us and to avoid being more suspicious and ignited his hate on her even more, she handed over the recorder to me.”

    Taehyung glanced at the audio on the laptop screen. “But as you see, I didn’t destroy it.”

    Binna’s face was painted with a frown but she nodded nevertheless at his explanation. It was then the realisation hit her like a rock. Looking over at the young man, her hunch was right.

    Taehyung was smirking. 

    “And you didn’t tell Jungkook about this.” Binna scowled. 

    “Unnecessary.” He said coolly. “If I tell him the truth, today would be different, yeah? 7 months ago Jungkook revealed his true colour and it’s better that way than for (Y/N). At least now she knows that Jungkook sees her as nothing more than a person he could easily discard.”

    “Not even a friend.” His voice was dripping with resentment. 

    The defined jaw of his was clenched, hard. The way Jungkook ridiculed your feelings for him in front of his men, accusing you of something you didn’t even do, blaming you for something that was caused by his own carelessness, as if you’re a joke, would forever remind him that Jungkook does not deserve to hear the truth. As if the truth would even change anything. Even if Jungkook spewed out those words out of unadulterated anger, it still doesn’t excuse anything.

    When one’s in the heat of anger, one’s bound to say things one didn’t mean but has thought of it.

    Therefore, Jungkook didn’t just lose his trust 7 months ago - worse, he probably had doubted you even way before. 

    “Jungkook made a wise decision to let (Y/N) go.” Taehyung let out a derisive laugh. “She deserves to be free from a man like him.”

    Binna was silent the whole time he was speaking. Truth be told, she knew she had no better argument to defend her son - at least not after the audio she just heard. One thing she prided herself on was her unbiased judgment. 

    “But you see, unlike (Y/N), I’m very vindictive and vengeful.” His face darkened. “While my (Y/N) lets Jungkook’s and Rika’s actions slip away, I don’t do that.”

    “If (Y/N) doesn’t want revenge then so be it.” Binna raised her voice. Taehyung was being unreasonable. “You have no say in this situation.”

    “It’s you who doesn’t.” He didn’t miss a beat. “While your son was threatening her, you weren’t there. Hell, I’ve been too kind to even let you know about this. I watched every second of my loved ones sealing a deal that could lead to her death if things were to go wrong. You don’t have the right to tell me that I have no say in this matter because I have every damn say in this.”

    “Do you ever wonder why she didn’t take her revenge?” Binna questioned but she didn't wait for his answer. “She doesn’t want them to suffer and you know it damn well. She’s living a better life now.”

    “Oh, the things she did to live the better life you said.” Taehyung bitterly laughed. He knew what you did to find Rika. You even went as far as pushing your own limits just to satisfy Jungkook. 

    “I don’t need your unsolicited advice on this matter, Binna.”

    “And (Y/N) does not need your nose sticking into her business.” She didn’t relent. 

    That seemed to trigger him in a way and Binna smirked at that. But Taehyung didn't let her taste the victory all too long as he regained his composure. 

    “What she doesn’t know, won’t hurt her.”

    “She’ll know when I tell her.” She knew she had the upper hand now. “Pray tell, Taehyung, who do you think (Y/N) will hate more in this case? Jungkook whom she probably had already gotten over with or you who’s about to go behind her back and harm someone in the name of protecting her?”

    Silly Binna, he thought. 

    “Binna, Binna,” he tsked. The said woman only stared at him. “So smart for your age.”

    It boosted her ego but Taehyung was fast to humble her. 

    “But so naive.” He chuckled. “You think you got the upper hand, yeah?” 

    Taehyung stood up from his seat. “You, Binna, are no one but the mother of a guy that had threatened her life.”

    “Pray tell, Binna,” he mocked her. “Why do you think she left the country? You don’t even know where she is because she didn’t tell you anything. Why didn’t she tell you anything? Because she doesn’t want anything to do with the Jeon’s anymore.”

    He’s lying. You’re not trying to cut ties. If you were to, then you wouldn’t have given out promising words to her, you wouldn’t have come to her house first thing first after your contract with Jungkook ended. 

    Binna’s right eye was twitching uncontrollably which means she was very damn pissed off. “Nobody knows her whereabouts, don’t bluff, Taehyung.”

    “You thought.” Taehyung was amused. 

    Binna also stood from her seat except she killed the distance between them as her feet made their way to stand tall - only a few metres separating them - in front of him. 

    “If you think you’re winning right now then you better think twice, Taehyung.” The corner of her lips was lifted upwards as a condescending smirk made its way to her face. 

    “Because,” her head tilted to the side with palm on her cheek, lips puckered in a way to mock the man. “Should I remind you again of how the plan behind Rika’s escape was all planned by you? That you were the mastermind?”

    Binna squared her shoulders and jutted her chin up. “I assume (Y/N) doesn’t know about this, that’s why you still have the privilege of being by her side.”

    Binna feigned innocence and shock as she gasped, fingers over her mouth that had fallen agape. 

    “But what if the cat got out of the bag?” 

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iii. DECEPTION | JJK [M]

You are irreplaceable in his life, and so is he in yours.

Mayhap, it's time to change that. The moment he aimed his gun at your head, where the trigger could go off at any second; there, you immediately knew you are very much replaceable. So you take matters into your own hands; walk out of his life and away from him as soon as your work contract with him ended.

But Jung kook hates not having your presence near him, and who said you get to walk out his life just like that? You promised not to leave him.

So, why did you break the promise?

or

Plethora of deception.

PAIRING : Jungkook × Reader

GENRE : Dark Romance, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Drama, Action : Gang AU / Organised Crime AU / Elite AU. *Eventual yandere themes.

RATING : Mature

DISCLAIMER : This story is a work of fiction. Description of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. Everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

WARNING : This story deals with mild description of violence (mass attack / war & against woman).

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i think chapter 3 is jusr a filler chapter but idk why i hate to write this sm that i keep on postponing, procrastinating and delaying writing this 🥲 i hope this ch doesnt seem too boring or anything bcs i really tried to rewrite everything until im satisfied in hopes that you lots will be satisfied as well 🫶🏻

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DEDICATION : To my old self as you are the reason the story exists and to my present self as you have rewritten it.

    Art. 

    A skill at doing a specified thing, typically one acquired through practice. 

    “Just because something isn't a lie does not mean that it isn't deceptive.” – Criss Jami. 

    Art of deception. 

    The colour of Taehyung’s face drained, leaving him pale with dread. He looked at Binna with his eyes full-blown, pupils dilated and it made her smirk, knowing she easily got ahold of his darkest secret; the key to his downfall, in her hands. 

    “If I tell (Y/N) that you helped Rika to escape back then, do you think you’ll still have the privilege to stay by her side?” Binna derided. “You’re no better than my son.”

    The room fell into deep silence and the tension thickened. Taehyung hung his head low, which Binna took as he was ashamed of himself. He should, she deemed. He pushed you to the pit of doom and yet he shamelessly stood by your side, claiming he was your ride or die. 

    “Craftsman of destruction,” Taehyung mumbled. 

    Binna scowled. “What?”

    A burst of deep, and hearty laughter escaped Taehyung’s throat. His head that was hung low was now thrown to the back. His laughter continued to the point it terrified the older woman but it wasn’t fully the laughter that terrified her— If Binna thought she had the upper hand, she had been utterly wrong the entire time; The mocking smirk tugged at his lips said it all. 

    His laugh was taunting and mocking. Taunting and mocking the older woman like she never had before. It was humiliating. 

    Taehyung breathed out a loud sigh before his laughter came to an abrupt halt. His eyes instantly fell on Binna. Taehyung’s gaze was full of malice, and it took every ounce of her to not turn away, and leave the apartment at once - but she knew better than to do so. Running away was never her principle, the Jeon’s, nor will it ever be. 

    Death is inescapable, inevitable. 

    “That’s what he meant,” Taehyung laughs in realisation. “One who speaks mere portions of truth in order to deceive…”

    Binna looked at him, confusion was evident on her face. She chose to stay silent than speak with an unhinged Taehyung. 

    “I’ll let you play this game, Jeon,” he began. “But I tell you what? You’ll lose this game. It was fun deceiving you with my acting but it was funnier when I wiped that smug grin off your face. You need more than this to destroy me— to blackmail me?”

    Art of deception; acting. 

    “Ah, is this your way of gaining information? Throwing random accusations at people, study their reactions, and if you hit the bullseye, you’ll dig more out of them? I’m surprised that method still works. I see you love taking risks.” 

    “Shut up, Taehyung.”

    “Lame.” He blurted. “Does it make sense to you, Binna? You know what I want. I want (Y/N). If there’s anyone that I should be helping, it’s her, not Rika, which I did help her for the past months.”

    “I don’t do things that don’t benefit me therefore why should I help that witch?” He added. “I would be more than glad to help Jungkook instead. Help him find Rika, keep her from escaping, and let her live her life in the hell of Jungkook. Not only will that benefit Jungkook, but it will benefit me.”

    It would benefit him more than she could ever imagine, but that would be too easy of a life. 

    Taehyung hated Rika— No, he loathed her. Binna wasn’t oblivious to that fact.

    “Nothing else to say? To defend yourself?” He mocked. It was foolish of Binna to use such a method on Taehyung. It has to take more than threatening to bring him down, she should’ve known. Her abortive plans wouldn’t have worked either way even when she’s using you against him.

    Taehyung was a powerful man and that’s a fact she dreaded. He seemingly has no weakness because his weakness was his strength. 

    “Baseless accusations or maybe useless insider’s information, huh?” It’s times like this when Binna wished for the ground to crack open and swallow her whole. No words left her mouth after Taehyung had opened his. Not only was it annoying but it was humiliating because she knew what Taehyung said was true. Partially. 

    Taehyung walked toward her with purposeful steps, eyes burning with vengeance and determination as he spoke. “But, you know, if I really were to plan all this whole catastrophe, don’t you think it will set him off? Everything will fall out of its place and Jungkook will be all vulnerable. He won’t be able to handle his beloved company, he will have too much on his plate.”

    Voice thick with venom, he continued. “And that’s when I’ll strike. Take away all of his fortunes, wealth, his everything, and he’ll be left with nothing but dust.” A dark chuckle left his lips as he imagined his words. “It is my dream to see him crumble, after all.”

    Taehyung doesn’t need Jungkook’s wealth, fortunes or anything because he had everything. He’s a successful and powerful businessman of his own. He wasn’t a member of Jungkook’s gang; he dealt with business and Jungkook being the successful businessman he was, both of them then made a deal and eventually became a business partner. It was not long after the deal was established then, that Taehyung found out about Jungkook’s underworld business.

    He owned an organised crime group along with other six leaders. A criminal syndicate. The given name of the said group was Sinistres. Despite the information Taehyung had of the Sinistres, he had never met the other six leaders. His knowledge of Sinistres was limited and Jungkook wanted to keep it that way. The only thing Jungkook told him about the other leaders was that they all handled their own business or criminal activities in another region. In special cases, some of them expanded to another country. 

    Organised crime groups stayed in their places as long as there was no provocation from other groups, mostly focusing on their own community, but selective groups strive to attack and take over other groups, showing off their strength and power. One of them being The Swans. The last war that broke out was between The Sins and The Swans. Although the root cause of the war was The Swans themselves, they were on the losing side; They lost hundreds of men while trying to take down The Sins. 

    It was an ambush by The Swans.

    While The Sins were out for a mission, The Swans took it as an opportunity to attack their headquarters as nothing but a playful provocation or perhaps, a warning, though it was reported that Sloth, one of the Sins, was at the headquarter, The Swans didn’t seem to hesitate to strike, resulting great damage at Sins’ headquarter. 

    The question as to the aftermath of the ambush was left unanswered, unknown. If there’s one known thing about The Sins, they always keep everything lowkey; their movements, their activities, and yet they were the most infamous organised crime group in the whole nation. According to an insider, Sloth was taken away during the ambush and was held hostage by The Swans or Sloth had died. There were still words spreading around saying Sins were still seven. Until today no one knew the real truth other than the fact that Sloth was missing in action. 

    Despite the low-key profile The Sins had been keeping, it ended when they decided to counterattack. Greater damage was done to them; hundreds of men were either heavily injured or killed. The Sins didn’t leave anyone uninjured; it’s either heavily injured, close to death or worse, killed. 

    They were merciless. 

    The monster of the fight was said to be Wrath; Living up to the name, the sin unleashed their wrath as they slaughtered everyone with no mercy. It was the fact that Wrath was one of the most feared people amongst organised crime groups, but The Swans seemed to not mind or might have forgotten that fact. The other sins had to pull Wrath out of Swans’ territory before it became a worse crime scene - as if the situation wasn’t as bad as it already was. Wrath would turn the world upside down just to find and wipe The Swans off the earth and their underlings who dared to touch, what’s more, to injure Sloth. 

    Fortunately, The Swans managed to escape even before Sins’ launched their attack and they now were all missing with no trace. Unfortunately, there will be many eyes watching and observing The Swans’ movements, even trying to track them down. 

    It was what Taehyung had found out; with his own ways, of course, since Jungkook would never open his mouth about this side of the world he’s dealing with or around it. 

    Taehyung’s attention came back to Binna, pinning her with his burning gaze as he spoke. “You’re all bark, no bite, Binna.” 

    Tick, tock. 

    “But me? I don’t bark. I straight up bite. Take this as a friendly reminder, hmm?” He smiled, but it wasn’t anything friendly. It’s threatening. “Try me and the consequences won’t be too pleasing.”

    Tick, tock. 

    He brought his gaze down to his wristwatch, looking at the time. The time was ticking like a bomb as Binna stood in her spot like a statue. Her eyes followed Taehyung’s movement as he walked back to his seat, reaching out for his glass of water. Thousands of thoughts ran through Binna’s head but she kept herself composed. She has the option to just walk out of the apartment but she knew Taehyung wasn’t finished with his threat.

    Oh, how she wished she didn’t step into Taehyung’s apartment. 

    She had blindly walked into the lion’s den.  

    “I wonder if (Y/N) knew the real reason as to why you took her years ago.”

    Playing a game with Taehyung was like playing with fire but with a twist; one’s bound to burn but it will never be Taehyung. 

    Taking a sip of the water in the glass that he was cradling. 

    “You’re heinous.”

    Taehyung’s words lived rent-free in Binna’s head, replaying every second possible. Her talk with Taehyung ended with that sentence, and now the sentence, with the same voice, same pitch, replayed in her head. A heavy feeling of guilt and remorse weighed her down with every repetition. 

    Guilt of what?

    She didn’t know.

    Or more like, she ought to not know. 

    Powerful force took Binna out of her train of thoughts as her body collided with another, causing her to slightly lose her balance. The grip on her forearm managed to keep her from the impact but she still struggled to stand up straight, her knees seemed to have given up from the haunting thoughts and flashbacks.

    “Oh my god!” A masculine voice gasped. “My apologies, Madam Jeon.” It’s a voice she was familiar with but her blurry vision and messed-up mind made everything seem so hazy. She blinked once, twice, before slowly regaining her focus. 

    A guy. Oh. 

    “You look… tired and pale, Madam…” He voiced out with concern. “Are you alright? Do you want me to drive you home?” Cat-like eyes scanned Binna’s face worriedly, looking for any hint of pain or discomfort. 

    “No, I’m fine,” she squinted her eyes, finally making out the face of the familiar voice. “Jimin.”

   Ah, Jimin. She shook her head in an attempt to spin everything into places. 

    “You should continue with your work. I’ll be fine on my way.”

    Jimin didn’t seem to be persuaded enough by her words as he hesitated, his eyes bounced between Binna and his cabin. Sighing softly, Binna spoke again. “I’ll be heading home with my chauffeur.”

    She smiled softly. “Don’t worry.”

    Jimin visibly loosened up upon her words. 

    Jimin was a beautiful man, pretty; that’s what Binna thought when she first saw him. Jungkook was recruiting new men to, what he claimed, tighten the security. One glance was all it took to know that Jimin wasn’t the man suitable for what Jungkook had wanted but then again here he was, working for Jungkook. Jimin’s physique wasn’t as big as Jungkook’s criteria for his usual men, in fact, he was average. Muscles at the right place— perhaps from working out— but not enough to fit in Jungkook’s expectations. 

    Hell, he didn’t even have any experience in fighting. 

    But perhaps he has some now. 

    There wasn’t any exception made on him —for him to be working for Jungkook. It was his luck and skills that brought him to this day. Jungkook was observant and he saw potential in Jimin. As cliché as it sounded, that was it. 

    Jungkook was observant.

    And he’s also an exploiter. 

    Jimin was a man with IQs and EQs above average, and a face carved by the god himself. He’s a cunning man. Jungkook knew Jimin would be of use for establishing deals and negotiating, and he was right. Jimin has his ways with people, from luring them into the trap to bringing them down by only a few words. He proved himself to be a useful man for Jungkook. 

    And now he’s Jungkook’s right-hand man, his most trusted man. 

    The delicious aroma of spicy stew filled the air as the stew was boiling. The savoury and pungent smell tickled Rika’s nose as she was chopping. The sweet-spicy smell combined with the smell of newly cooked rice, hot and steamy. Finishing her chopping, she put in a generous sprinkle of green onions before turning the stove off. The stew was thick and flaming red with a slight bit of orangey. It was a mouth-watering sight to behold. 

    Rika walked to the rice cooker with a bowl in hand. It was to kill time or her boredom, the reason she was in the kitchen and cooking dinner for herself and Jungkook. Footsteps approached her as she filled her bowl with rice. She knew it was none other than the housemaid, Mrs Chang or Nana. 

    Nana was cleaning the rooms on the second floor when she caught a whiff of spices. Someone was cooking. It was two weeks ago when Jungkook had ordered her to not cook dinner for him, only for Rika, and since it’s not her who’s cooking, then it must be Rika. He usually ate outside or missed his meal completely. 

    “Miss Rika,” Nana called out. “You don’t really have to cook…”

    “It’s fine. I was bored anyways,” Rika told her. “I’ll wait for Jungkook before eating.”

    “You don’t need to,” Nana shook her head softly. “Jungkook won’t be eating dinner here.”

    Rika frowned. “Why not?”

    “It’s what he has been doing since you came back, miss.”

    Oh, that’s so very considerate of him. Might as well let her out to get some fresh air instead of being kept like a trophy and doing nothing like a doll in this huge house. Huge yet empty. 

    “Is that why the dinner portion is always for one person?” She noticed that. 

    Nana nodded which made Rika’s frown deepen. Back when she was with Jungkook, he would never skip his dinner no matter how busy he was. It was a sweet thought if it wasn’t for the fact that he was not technically in love with her. She was nothing but like a pig to slaughter. Now, he doesn't bother to do sweet or romantic gestures anymore. Not like she cared but it got her thinking; what changed?

    She thought Jungkook’s portion of food was saved in the fridge only to be heated later. Never did it cross her mind that he ultimately avoided eating dinner at home. It’s not even just dinner. Jungkook went to work from morning until night every day. The only meal he had at home was breakfast, that too, occasionally. 

    Rika contemplated before asking again. “Even when (Y/N) was here before too?”

    She needed to know. She needed to know what happened while you were here with the devil who was once your angel. 

    Nana tensed as your name left the young mistress’s lips. Rika noticed it. She knew how close you were with Nana — how close you and Jungkook were with Nana. 

    “He never…” Hesitation was evident but Nana braced herself. It was an unpleasant memory. “He never even eats (Y/N)’s cooking. Ever since you left he has never touched nor eaten the food she made.”

    Sombreness swam in her eyes as she stared at the dining hall that was not too far of a distance from her. She looked ahead with a sad expression and said. “But if only he knew that his everyday breakfast; the pancake he’s so fond of was made by (Y/N) willingly with love as the secret ingredient. He had always loved her cooking, and I’m convinced he knew that was her cooking but kept it quiet and enjoyed it while he could but then again maybe he truly didn’t know.”

  An air of melancholy surrounded them as Nana continued with a heavy heart. “But how could everything change overnight…?”

    That night changed everything. Every last bit of hope was destroyed. 

Flashback. 

    What’s the most powerful emotion of a human?

    Anger.

    Fear.

    Surprise?

    Anger was arguably one of the most powerful emotions. Anger could be both destructive and constructive. Anger was a natural, involuntary response from the brain, an adaptive response to threats. 

    Anger is a powerful emotion if not handled properly. Any emotion can be powerful if you let them control you instead of controlling them. Control is power, and power is the ability to control. When an emotion is deemed to be powerful, one needs to know how to control it. Failing to control your emotions leads to destruction. 

    And that was what happened to Jungkook. 

    You have always been a cautious person. You were careful to not trigger Jungkook. Growing up with him, you knew he developed anger issues but he’s currently working on it albeit that doesn’t give you a free pass to not be cautious anymore, given that one of his most prized possessions was gone, you sensed the anger in him every time. He may be calm outside but there’s always a limit to someone’s patience. Work wasn’t easy on him either. Now that Rika escaped and out of Jungkook’s security, anyone could abduct her and use her against Jungkook. 

    And one thing he hated was being threatened. 

    Work wasn’t easy on you either. You agreed —or were coerced to— and signed the NDA contract with Jungkook hence your everyday work was to track down Rika, her location, her movements, and her whereabouts. But like what had just been said, work wasn’t easy on you. Finding Rika wasn’t as easy as you had thought given that Rika was alone or accompanied by her lover only but maybe you were wrong all along. 

    Every time you almost obtain Rika’s exact location, the radar would always get disturbed. Not only it’s infuriating you but it’s stressing your brain. Someone was backing her up, you came to that conclusion. But it wouldn’t be too shocking. Looking back and analysing her escape plan, it wasn’t her pattern. 

    You also came to the conclusion that the person— or people— that helped Rika was an insider of Sinistres. 

    You have never underestimated your expertise in your field. You know what you were capable of, and whatever you weren’t capable of, you always try to make it your capability. Although all of these assumptions were just assumptions, they weren’t baseless, but regardless of anything, you wouldn’t tell a single soul a piece of your mind. 

    Tracing and tracking was your ultimate skill but not everyone knew of it. Your work progress couldn’t be disturbed by a no one. Your security, your codes, your patterns, not anyone has been able to figure and breakthrough before. Not even the community of Sinistres. The one who has been messing with you was someone with a higher intelligence level.

    They managed to crack the code you could not.

    They managed to break the pattern you could not.

    They managed to do the things you could not with precision and perfection. 

    If it wasn’t a slap to your ego. 

    You couldn’t afford to make yet another mistake. 

    Time was ticking like a bomb for both you and Rika, but it was as if it was ticking faster for you. As if it’s ticking louder for you, repeatedly raising the anxiety in you. You were working on trying to figure out which wire to cut off and which not to deactivate the bomb.     

    Were you protecting Rika or were you protecting yourself?

    Myself, of course. 

    From what? Or rather, who?

    I’m protecting Rika. 

    Are you really? You’re working against her right now. 

    The time was ticking like a bomb only for you. 

    A soft calling of your name brought your attention back to reality. You had been staring into the space with a glass of water cradled around your fingers. The rim of the glass never touched your lips even though that was the intention. You put down the glass on the marble table as you brought your gaze to the voice. 

    “Nana,” you smiled.

    “Something bothering you? You were out of it for a while,” she voiced her concern. “Is everything alright?”

    No. Not at all— was what you wanted to say but a soft whisper of ‘yes’ came out of your mouth instead. 

    “Are you going to make dinner today?” Nana asked with hesitation thick in her voice. 

    You let out a sigh. “Not like he will eat it…”

    At least not after Rika’s disappearance. 

    “Well? Maybe if you cook his favourite food, he will eat it?” Nana tried in an attempt to enlighten the mood. Her voice was light as she suggested. 

    But the outcome was dark. 

    If Nana could see the future, she wouldn’t suggest what she had just done. She would quickly oblige because little did she know that was the worst suggestion, the worst plan. As if she was pushing you to your own catastrophe. 

    It set Jungkook off. It was one of his triggers. 

    Explaining how you ended up here; pinned on the wall with a hand around your neck, dangerously strong enough to halt your lung from getting air supplies. A pair of eyes full of malice stared right into your soul. 

    “J-Jungkook—” You choked out. 

    Food was scattered everywhere. From bowls of rice to plates of his favourite food, everything has become a waste now as they made contact with the floor. Plates and bowls broke into pieces, and utensils were scattered around in random spots.

    “You’re quite a brave woman aren’t you, (Y/N).” He drawled but each word was thick with venom as his grip tightened. “Instead of doing your work, you cooked dinner. Not the usual dinner, it’s what Rika used to cook and my favourite food. Tell me, what’s your purpose of cooking this and what’s the purpose of you being here, alive and not dead?”

    Tears started to gather in your eyes from the pain of his words and the lack of air. His words cut deeper than a knife. His words affected you more than anyone, and he knew that.

    But it made you want to laugh at his face too.

    If it wasn’t for you, Rika wouldn’t know his favourite food, wouldn’t know how to cook it the way he liked it, wouldn’t know anything. You cooked everything he claimed to be his favourite before Rika. You cooked everything first before it was called “Rika’s”. Everything Rika did to make him happy was a copy and paste from you, from your list, your notes. 

    You stayed in your spot, didn’t try to stop him, words were unable to be spoken, albeit it was threatening to spill. Your vision began to blur with tears as your lungs were burning from lack of oxygen. 

    A single tear escaped your eye. 

    In an instant, you felt the suffocation around your throat lessened. The dark orbs of his that were once filled with pure unadulterated rage and malice have turned to something else. It’s unreadable— unreadable emotions swirled in his eyes. His eyebrows crashed together as he retreated his hand slowly. 

    Was it guilt?

    Remorse?

    A loud call of Jungkook’s name echoed throughout the house. It was the deep voice you were familiar with. Heavy footsteps were heard storming into the area you and Jungkook were in. 

A few minutes ago. 

    The only language in the car was silence, accompanied by the faint sound of the engine. Through the window, Binna stared ahead at the verdant panorama. She was in the car along with Taehyung. The young man wanted to tag along for the sole purpose of business negotiations with Jungkook. Ever since Rika ran away, things were starting to go downhill on the latter’s side and he hadn't been answering the calls so Taehyung had to go and meet him personally. 

    As for Binna, she was a mother, and it was morally right to be concerned for her own son. Rika wasn’t her concern but she was linked to Jungkook, she was his happiness and the love of his life that he claimed her to be. 

    The car passed the long roads surrounded by nothing but verdant scenery and entered the spacious open area where Jungkook’s mansion was located. 

    “His yard is like a blank canvas,” Binna commented suddenly, making Taehyung lift his head to look over what she meant. “With the tiniest and shortest stroke of paint.”

    It was the garden you had built. That was the only paint on the big blank canvas. 

    A humorous chuckle escaped Taehyung’s lips as he returned his focus to his device. “He’s a busy man. Decorating his yard is probably the least of his concern.”

    It’s always the same excuse, why did she even bother asking? Letting out an uninterested hum, she asked. “I heard Jungkook is planning to move out?”

    Taehyung halted his action and frowned. “Where to?”

    “Not sure.” Binna shrugged. “Jimin told me that he might move to somewhere more remote.”

    “Jimin told you.” He repeated. “As if his current location is not remote enough.”

    His last sentence came out as a mumbling but Binna heard it clearly but she made no comment on it. She agreed with him. 

    “Maybe it was one of his backup plans in case of anything,” Taehyung said and brought his attention back to his phone. “Let’s just ask him once we arrive.”

    “If he is at the house,” Binna said, sharply emphasising the possibility of her son being somewhere else but the mansion. 

    “Surely (Y/N) will be there,” Taehyung said as a matter of fact. 

    Binna cast a side glance at the young man. “That’s not the point.”

    “It is the side point. If Jungkook isn’t around, (Y/N) will surely be around and able to answer your questions.”

    “Jungkook is always out and about for work, and (Y/N) is his right-hand woman.” She doesn’t know why she was bothered by this whole conversation. “There is still a possibility of her not being there at the mansion. You sound so certain she’ll be there as if she’s jobless.”

   Taehyung stilled before slowly lifting his head but kept his gaze ahead, not turning to face Binna. “You forgot that Park Jimin is also Jungkook’s right-hand man.”

    “Still—”

    The screen of his device blackened as he turned it off and shoved it into his pocket. Just as if he knew they'd arrived, the chauffeur announced their arrival at Jungkook’s house. The announcement cut off Binna’s arguments immediately. 

    “We’ve arrived, madam and sir.” 

    Taehyung didn’t wait for the chauffeur to open the door as he immediately got out of the car. Fixing his suit, he walked into Jungkook’s house.

    Thankfully the door was not locked. 

    Binna looked at Taehyung’s figure walking into the house, bewildered. With a sigh, she stepped out of the car when the chauffeur opened the door. The ring of her phone halted her steps. She took out her phone from the purse and checked the caller ID. 

    A frown found its way to Binna’s forehead as she read the caller ID. 

    Jung Hoseok. 

    She answered the call and pressed the phone to her ear. “Jung Hoseok.”

    “Binna,” a man’s deep voice was heard as he repeated the formality. His voice was void of any friendliness. “I’ll get straight to the point; Beware of Kim Taehyung.”

    A pause, and then, he added. “Keep a close eye on him. It’s better if you could get a hold of his weakness too. Keep this from Jungkook too.” 

    Then, the line was cut off. 

    Binna sighed. Her thumb scrolled through her contacts to search for the person. Once she found the contact she immediately made a phone call. Connecting to call after a few rings, the other person greeted Binna formally but the latter didn’t have the time for formalities. 

    “Details of Kim Taehyung.”

    Taehyung strode into the house and he was met with everything but the people of the house, not even Mrs Chang was in his sight. He battled with himself whether to just wait or call Jungkook. He was sure there were at least Mrs Chang and you at the house. He knew everything that happened between you and Jungkook and knowing the man, the rule was established; he forbade you from leaving this house until further notice. 

    Not long after, Binna joined Taehyung in the living room.

    “Are they not around?” She asked. 

    “The door was unlocked when I came in,” Taehyung answered. 

    “Mrs Chang should be somewhere around then,” Binna suggested. She called out the elder’s name only to be responded with nothing but silence. Another attempt and still met with silence. 

   Taehyung sauntered around the spacious area but stopped when he heard faint hasty footsteps heading towards the living room. He turned in the direction of the footsteps and there was Mrs Chang.

    Binna looked relieved as she approached the nanny. “Mrs Chang—”

    “M-Madam! Taehyung,” she was out of breath and frightened. “(Y/N), J—Jungkook, he—”

    As soon as your name spilt from her lips, Taehyung became alert. “What happened?”

    He tried to not show his panic but it involved you. His voice was stable and clear but his heart was palpitating wildly against his rib cage. The world be damned, you were the only thing that mattered to him. You were the only calm and peace in his life. 

    Mrs Chang could only point towards the dining room. She couldn’t trust her quivering lips to form a sentence correctly. She was horrified and guilt weighed down her heart. 

    Had she not suggested anything, this wouldn’t have happened.

    Taehyung left the living room as his feet took huge steps at a time. Within a couple of strides, he arrived at the dining room and, he was met with a dreadful situation; you were pinned to the wall by Jungkook. Tears gathered in your eyes but you put up no fights against the bigger figure who’s pressing you to the wall. 

    A loud call of his name left Taehyung’s lips. Heavy footsteps stormed into the room and almost immediately the pressure around your neck was gone completely. A huge sense of relief washed over you as Taehyung pulled you into his arms. 

    “Are you out of your goddamn mind?” He snarled. Taehyung was livid. The way the veins on his neck were prominently popping out and his voice turned harsher and rougher gave it all. “Know where the line is drawn, Jeon. I won’t hesitate to kill you if you cross the line. Touch a strand of her hair again, consider yourself dead.” 

    You heard a faint gasp but you couldn’t make out who it was. 

    “Is that a threat, Kim?”

    “You can take it as one or I can make it a challenge.”

    Jungkook’s face hardened. He hated being threatened and Taehyung hit just that. 

    You clutched on his dress shirt in desperation, signalling him to stop and he understood. A pained expression was all over your face and he hated it. He hated the fact that despite the pain you went through, you were still letting Jungkook off the hook.

    “Might I remind you that (Y/N) belongs to me, bound by the contract. Stay. Out. Of. This.”

    “Maybe you need a reminder that (Y/N) is your childhood friend. Your only friend that has known you since you were 10. She should be someone who’s precious in your life, and you’d do anything to protect her and not attack her.”

   Taehyung’s words made you burst into silent tears. Everything was a mess; nothing was right. 

    Perhaps, letting Rika go was not the wisest decision. The most foolish choice you had ever made.

     If only you didn’t let her escape. your relationship with Jungkook wouldn’t have—

    Taehyung’s soft squeeze on your arms pulled you out of your intrusive thoughts. Your eyes gazed at his arms that were holding you close to him. He held you with great security, it filled your body with a sense of calmness. Everything around you doesn’t seem to matter. It just faded. 

    You felt safe in his arms.

    You felt safe from Jungkook. 

    No…

    You shouldn’t.

    Right?

    You should not. 

    How could you?

    That would make him a monster. 

    “Everything he said that day, he meant it. Fail to bring Rika in front of him in the time period he had set, you will die in his hand.” Taehyung stared into your glossy eyes.

    “N-No, he wouldn’t.” You told him. 

    “Why are you lying to yourself, (Y/N)?”

    Jungkook was the definition of the word safe but now you felt anything but safe whenever he was present. His presence doesn’t give you the comfort, the giddiness it used to. You have always walked on thin ice around him ever since.

    He had proved that friendship held no importance. 

    He had proved that you were replaceable.

    Useful while it lasted, discarded when useless.

End of flashback.

    “That night changed everything, and I remember everything crystal clear. After that incident, Jungkook stormed out of the house with Madam Binna following him. Taehyung brought (Y/N) to her room and aided her. There was a little bickering between them but it toned down soon after and that was when Taehyung finally left.”

    Nana assisted Rika with her plating and went over to prepare the table. It was silent for a few moments and Rika didn’t dare to speak another word as well. As if paying respect, she swallowed any questions she had and remained silent. She went over to the table for her dinner. 

    “Later that night…” Nana began again. “She came into my room. No words were exchanged but all I knew she was seeking warmth and comfort and I didn’t hesitate to give her exactly that. That night was probably the quietest she had ever been. She was so vulnerable that I didn’t dare to speak. I was afraid to speak. The last time I spoke, I brought her to her own catastrophe.”

    The utensils were placed on the table, and the plates of dishes were served for Rika. She sat on the chair and picked up a spoon. Nana continued. “She manipulated herself.”

    Rika immediately halted her actions. She looked over at Nana with confusion clear as a day on her face. The nanny took it as her cue to continue again. “She told herself lies after lies that Jungkook didn’t mean what he said; that he said those in the heat of the moment; that he was stressed and tired. She told herself those lies and her mind processed them as the truths.”

   “I… I didn’t know what to do,” she stammered. Clearly that past still had a strong emotional effect on her. “It was devastating for me. I put her in this situation and I couldn’t do anything to help her.”

    “Nana…” Rika softly called. “It wasn’t your fault.”

    “That’s what (Y/N) told me too,” she said. “But it’s hard. Every day I live with the guilt of knowing I had ruined a precious friendship. I had taken away any chances left to fix the friendship.”

    Rika rose from her seat and walked over to Nana. She felt like she owed Nana a hug and she did just that. Arms wrapped around her neck, Rika whispered. “It’s not your fault, Nana. Never was. You were always there for (Y/N) and that’s enough.”

    With a shaky breath, she whispered. “Everything is my fault.”

    Had I not run away. 

    “Go, Rika.” You breathed. 

    “What—”

    “Take my car and go!” You repeated with slight urgency in your voice. “Jungkook’s car is coming at a high speed. Take my car right now and drive to wherever you were planning to.”

    Rika’s eyes bounced between you and a bunch of cars coming their way, clearly baffled at your decision. She tried to pull your forearm but you quickly backed away. 

    “I can’t leave Jungkook.” You muttered, head lowered. “I grew up half of my life being by his side. Leaving him is the last thing on earth I would do.”

    “But Jungkook will—!”

    “I’ll deal with Jungkook.” You cut her off. “But this will be the last time, Rika. Jungkook will eventually find you, with or without my assistance. I’m merely buying you time.”

    The sound of the cars’ engines was nearing you and your heartbeat was becoming clearer in your ears. You could see that Rika wanted to protest but before she had the chance to, you ordered sternly. 

    “Get in the car now!”

    You sacrificed yourself for her sake. 

    The amount of love you have for Jungkook was out of the world. In her entire years of living, not once has she witnessed a person to have ever loved someone, the way you loved Jungkook. Your love for him or even his whole existence was irreplaceable in your life. Your love for him was strong. If you were given the option of whether to live with luxury alone or to die in poverty with Jungkook, you’d pick the latter. 

    ‘I’m the cause of her suffering’

    The sun has set down from the sky, exchanging shifts with the stars as now it was the stars' job to brighten up the night sky. Working people were probably battling traffic jams as they rushed to their homes. It’s been hours since the sun had set, and Jungkook has yet to return. 

    In her room, Rika paced back and forth relentlessly as she held a phone to her ear. She has been dialling the same number over and over but it would direct her to the voicemail. 

    “Answer the damn phone,” she grumbled. 

    She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It has passed midnight a few minutes ago. Huffing, she dialled the number again for the last time — before she completely gave up. Her mind was in a state of mess. The person she has been calling wouldn’t answer her calls and she was walking on thin ice as she waited for Jungkook to come home. 

    The original plan was to call the person after Jungkook had returned and headed to bed but not a single thing went accordingly. She received no information that Jungkook would be home late. Usually, his men would kindly inform her of his delay but not today. 

    Right when Rika was about to pull her phone away from her ear, the other person picked up. “Taehyung!”

    “What is so important that you blew up my phone?” Taehyung spoke. From the tone of his voice, it was clear that he was irritated. 

    “Where’s (Y/N)?” She went straight to the point. 

    There was a pregnant silence before he quipped. “I’m hurt. You call me just to ask about her?”

    “Answer my question, Taehyung.” 

    “Hmm, should I?” He drawled. 

    “Please,” she pleaded. “Tell me where she is. I need to meet her. I owe her and I plan to repay her.”

    “No.” He said with a clipped voice. “You can repay her by sitting obediently like a doll at Jungkook’s house. Do not plan another escape, marry Jungkook and maybe start counting your days.”

    “I’d rather kill myself than die in his hand,” she bit back. 

    “Go on,” he didn’t miss a beat. “I want to see you try.”

    Rika went silent and he knew it was nothing but empty words. It amused him. Rika was nothing but naive and innocent— selfish and a fucking coward. 

    “Just… Let me meet her,” Rika muttered softly. “Please. I want to know if she’s fine and well.”

    “She’s fine,” he answered. 

    “I don't want to hear it from you. Anyone can lie. I want to hear it from her. I want to see her saying that she is fine. I beg of you, please,” she pleaded desperately, hoping it would change Taehyung’s mind. 

    But who was she kidding?

    She was speaking to Kim Taehyung. 

    The Kim Taehyung. 

    Not the businessman Kim Taehyung, but the Sins, Kim Taehyung. 

    The Sins; one of the most powerful and feared gangs in the history of the crime organisation. A group that used the seven deadly sins as their code names.

    Pride, Wrath, Sloth, Envy, Greed, Lust, and lastly, Gluttony. 

    Their real names and identities were unknown and kept as classified information. Only authorised people have the access to their information and that too, was a small group of people. The Sins were known to be very secretive yet deadly. The stories that followed the Sins have never been the brightest ones. They were a bunch of predators and their targets were nothing but prey. The stories and rumours that followed them would always be nothing but negative.

    Kim Taehyung was one of the predators. 

    Which? She doesn’t know. 

    Everyone knew Taehyung as a respected, powerful businessman, but everything was nothing but an act. It was a masquerade. He has been deceiving everyone. He was Jungkook’s enemy. They did not belong in the same circle. Taehyung had been with Jungkook for the longest time, and he presumably already had gathered enough information to use against Jungkook or the simplest term; his weakness. 

    But knowing Taehyung, he liked to pretend inferiority— which in this case was to work under Jungkook— and encourage his ignorance. Attack your enemy when he is unprepared, appear where you were not expected. 

    Was Jungkook really oblivious to the act Taehyung had put up?

    Did he really not know?

    Did you not know, too?

    The biggest enemy was Taehyung but you and Jungkook had no idea. 

    She should tell them—

    Silly.

    She did not survive this long only to die in Taehyung’s hand. 

    No matter how Taehyung would always have the upper hand. He had Jaehyun, Rika’s lover, wrapped around his fingers but even without him, Taehyung could easily overpower her. 

    Those who knew too much needed to be silent, by hook or by crook. 

    Taehyung was a monster second to Jungkook in Rika's eyes. He was a heartless and cruel person, but at the end of the day, he was still a human. A human with each their own weakness. 

    But does she dare to call it his weakness?

    Taehyung disguised his weakness as his strength. He perfected his imperfection, hence he became perfectly imperfect. 

    You.

    You were his weakness. The only person who owned the soft spot in him was you. 

    "You won't meet her, talk to her, and that's final," Taehyung declared. "How about you worry your little head with the wedding preparations?"

    "Screw. You."

    "You should really learn to think before you speak, Rika. Naive and dumb as ever," he said. "It's fine, perhaps you are tired and forgot about it. I'm just going to remind you that I'll be coming to the wedding."

    "Even Jaehyun will be coming," he added.

    She knew Taehyung was wearing that stupid smug grin on his face. "N-No, he won't... Please, don't let him come to the wedding. Don't drag him into this mess!"

    "Sadly, you don't get to make the final decision."

    The call ended.

   "You–" She pulled her phone away from her ear only to see that he had ended the call. "God damn it..."

    She paced around the room again as she tried to reach Taehyung again. Her thoughts were all over the place. She glanced at the clock again and she froze. 

    Why didn't she hear the door creak open?

    The moment her gaze fell on the clock, it also fell on the familiar figure at the door. Panic crawled into her body as colours drained from her face.

    "Who were you talking to?"

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Third Time's A Curse (JJK)

summary: Caught in Jungkook's dangerous game, you can't seem to escape from. diced prompt: "The first time it was an annoyance, the second time it was aggravating. After the third time, it was just bad luck in general." pairing: mafia!Jungkook x mafia!female reader genre: mafia!AU, S2L?, angst, yandere-ish rating: 16+ warnings: foul language, stalker-ish behaviour, mafia-stuff (non descriptive), threats, obsession, pls lmk if I forgot smth word count: ~ 2.4k

a/n: part of the "dice with destiny" project by @thebtswritersclub and @creativepromptsforwriting

a/n 2: This work is purely fictional. All characters and events are entirely imaginary and do not reflect reality. No translations are allowed without permission. Thank you for understanding! 💕

The first time it was an annoyance, the second time it was aggravating. After the third time, it was just bad luck in general.

You don’t usually tempt fate. You know better. You’ve always known better, especially given the world you’ve found yourself in—a world where everything has a price, and the stakes are higher than you ever could have imagined. But even you couldn’t have predicted that Jeon Jungkook, of all people, would be the one to push you towards the edge, three times in a row.

The first time was an annoying accident. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

You had been at the warehouse, late at night, running an errand you shouldn’t have been running. A simple exchange, nothing more. Just like the dozens of other times you’d slipped through the shadows and done what needed to be done. But that night, something was off. You felt it the second you stepped inside. The air was too still, too thick with something unspoken. 

You turned a corner into the main storage room, and there he was—Jungkook, leaning against a stack of crates with his hands shoved into his pockets, his head tilted slightly, hair falling effortlessly into his eyes, as he stared at you. He wasn’t supposed to be there. In fact, you had gone out of your way to make sure you wouldn’t cross paths with him again. Jungkook was too tied up in things you didn’t want to get involved in. Dangerous things. The kind of things where whispered threats carried the weight of death, and power was taken with blood-stained hands. Things built on fear, control, and an unspoken code of violence that made walking away impossible.

“Wrong place, wrong time?” he asked, his voice low, edged with a dangerous kind of humour.

You wanted to turn around and leave right then. But you didn’t. You stood your ground, straightened your back, and met his gaze head-on.

“Maybe for you,” you shot back, trying to keep your voice steady despite your nerves flaring. “I’m just passing through.”

He laughed at that, a short, quiet laugh that crawled at you like thousand insects. He didn’t say anything else, just watched you with those dark eyes that always seemed to see too much, like he knew exactly why you were there, even if you hadn’t said a word. You left quickly, barely able to shake off the way his presence seemed to cling to you long after you’d walked away.

That was supposed to be the end of it. Just a minor annoyance. A one-time encounter.

But you were wrong.

The second time you see Jungkook, it’s more than just an inconvenience. It’s aggravating—dangerously so. It’s not an accident this time. You’re certain of that.

You’re walking down an alleyway, late at night. You know this alley—its twists and turns, the way the shadows shift with the glow of the dim streetlights. It’s always been a quiet, easy route for you to take when you need to slip out of sight. But tonight, the alley isn’t empty.

You spot him halfway down, standing with his back to you, speaking in hushed tones with another man whose face you can’t quite make out. There’s something about the way Jungkook holds himself, something tense and coiled, like a spring waiting to snap any minute. You feel it before you hear it—the undercurrent of malice that always seems to follow him.

You try to turn back, to slip away before they notice you, but it’s too late. Jungkook’s head turns slightly, just enough for his eyes to catch yours. There’s no surprise in his expression, no shock at seeing you here again. Instead, he looks amused. Almost as if he’d been expecting you.

“What’s this?” he calls out, his voice cutting through the stillness. “You following me now?”

You grit your teeth, taking a few careful steps back, but it’s no use. Jungkook waves off the man he was speaking to, and in a matter of seconds, he’s standing in front of you, blocking your path with that infuriating smirk plastered across his face.

“I’m not following you,” you say sharply, keeping your tone level, knowing better than to overstepping your confidence when it comes to him. “Just trying to avoid trouble.”

“Is that so?” He steps closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Seems like trouble has a way of finding you, doesn’t it?”

You can feel your patience slipping, frustration bubbling up inside you. You didn’t ask for this, didn’t ask for him to be a part of your life, and yet here he is again, standing too close, making you feel things you’d rather not feel for someone of his calibre. 

“Maybe,” you say, your voice cold. “But you’re the last kind of trouble I need.”

Jungkook watches you for a moment, his gaze steady, unwavering as if calculating his next words. And then, just when you think he’s going to say something else—something that will push you even further past your breaking point—he steps back. He smiles, but it’s not a smile of amusement anymore. It’s something darker, something more sinister.

“See you around,” he quips, his voice soft but laced with an edge you can’t quite place and don’t dare to. 

And with that, he turns and walks away, disappearing into the night as if he was never there to begin with.

You’re left standing in the alley, your heart pounding out of your throat as white noise clogs your ears, a mixture of anger and something you can’t quite name swirling in the pit of your stomach making you feel sick. You want to scream. You want to curse him for dragging you into whatever twisted game he’s playing. But most of all, you want to pretend that he doesn’t get under your skin the way he does.

You tell yourself it won’t happen again. You simply won’t let it.

But, of course, it does. 

The third time, it’s more than just bad luck. It’s something worse. Something that feels like fate has it out for you. Like you’ve been caught in a trap you can’t escape from.

You’re at a meeting this time, deep in the heart of the city, in a dimly lit room filled with smoke and tension. The kind of meeting where no one speaks too loudly, where everyone watches each other carefully, trying to decipher who might have the upper hand, the better set of cards or just a blind spot. You’re there for a simple exchange of information—nothing more, nothing less. But the second you step inside, you feel it again. That familiar prickle on the back of your neck. The sense that something isn’t right.

And then you see him.

Jungkook is standing on the other side of the room, talking to one of the men you’ve been dealing with for weeks now. His posture is relaxed, almost casual, but there’s something in his eyes—something sharp and menacing. You want to turn around and leave, say fuck it all, but before you can, he spots you. And this time, there’s no smirk. No amusement. Just a steady, unwavering gaze that makes you want to puke or vanish into thin air. 

The reality of it all sinks in, you can’t avoid him. Not here. Not now. So, you take a deep breath, steel yourself, and approach as confident and unbothered you can. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, just watches you as you make your way across the room. When you finally reach him, the tension hisses between you, heavy like the lingering haze of smoke that clings to every breath you take. 

“You’re everywhere these days,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady, trying to ignore the way your heart races in your chest.

“So are you,” he replies, his tone soft but laced with something ominous. “Funny how that works.”

You clench your jaw, refusing to let him get under your skin again. But it’s hard. It’s so damn hard. There’s something about Jungkook—something about the way he moves, the way he speaks, the way he looks at you—that makes it impossible to stay detached. And it terrifies you. Because you know that being involved with him, being anywhere near him, is more dangerous than you’re willing to be.

“I’m not playing whatever game this is,” you say as bored as possible, your voice low to not draw attention. “So, if you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, leave me the hell alone.”

For a moment, Jungkook doesn’t respond. He just looks at you, his gaze piercing, his expression unreadable. And then, slowly, he steps closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur that only you can hear.

“You’re already playing,” Jungkook murmurs, his voice a low, velvet whisper that wraps around you like a silken noose. “Whether you like it or not.”

The words creep under your skin, sending an icy shiver down your body as if miles under water. You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure, to keep your footing in the face of the hurricane that is him. But it’s impossible to ignore the way his presence pulls at you, makes the ground beneath your feet feel unsteady, like you’re caught in the middle of something dark and twisted—and yet, part of you doesn’t want to escape.

You tell yourself to walk away, to end this dangerous dance once and for all, that it’s not worth it. But before you can move, his hand brushes against yours, a touch so fleeting, so delicate, it feels like a whisper of a promise you longed for. Yet it burns into you, searing itself into your skin, into your mind. You almost miss it. Almost. But your body betrays you; every nerve is suddenly on edge, electric, alive in a way you can’t ignore.

“You’ve got a target on your back,” he says softly, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “And you don’t even know it.”

Your airways constrict violently, your pulse hammering in your throat as your heart betrays the lie you’re trying to tell yourself—that you can handle this, that you can handle him. “What are you talking about?” you manage to choke out, your voice barely audible, shaky.

Jungkook’s eyes darken as he glances around the room, his expression hardening into something lethal, something that terrifies and thrills you all at once. There’s no smirk now, no playfulness. Only the sharp, cold edge of reality that you’ve been too blind—or too foolish—to see.

“There are people watching you,” he muses, his voice dropping lower, each word dripping with intensity, with something that feels far too close to possessiveness. “People who think you know too much. People who would love nothing more than to kill you.” He pauses, his gaze flicking back to yours, and you see something shift in his eyes—something twisted, something that blurs the line between warning and a disturbing form of protectiveness. “And they won’t hesitate to take you out if you get in their way.”

The weight of his words presses down on you, your mind spinning until you can’t see straight, trying to grasp the reality of what he’s saying. You’ve always known that stepping into this world came with risks, but this feels different. This feels too close. Too intimate. Too personal.

“Why are you telling me this?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper. The question slips out before you can stop it, and the vulnerability in your tone is unmistakable. You hate it. But at the same time, you can’t tear your eyes away from him, can’t ignore the strange pull between you, like you’re two opposing forces caught in the same orbit, destined to collide.

Jungkook holds your gaze for a long moment, his eyes searching yours, as if trying to decide whether to reveal something deeper, something he’s kept hidden behind those carefully crafted walls. And for the first time, you see it—something raw and unguarded lurking beneath his hardened exterior. Concern? No, not concern exactly. It’s something more stronger than that. Something like obsession.

“Because,” he finally says, his voice softening, losing some of its edge. He steps closer, so close now that you can feel the heat radiating off him, his presence overwhelming, intoxicating. “You don’t deserve to go down like that.” His hand lingers near yours again, his touch featherlight but deliberate, like a predator toying with its prey. “Not like this.”

You think your heart stops as your lungs don’t know how to function properly, don’t know what to say. Don’t know what to think. All you know is that in this moment, standing here in this suffocating room, with Jungkook’s eyes burning into you and his words curling around your mind like smoke, something shifts inside you. Something changes. It’s as if the game you’ve been trying so desperately to avoid has finally caught you, and you don’t even know if you want to escape anymore.

Because as dangerous as Jungkook is, as unpredictable and chaotic as he makes your world, there’s something else, too. Something magnetic. The way he looks at you—like he’s trying to unravel you, piece by piece. Why he chose you, you can't seem to fathom. But you're sure it's not just bad luck in general, and that you're not just another pawn in his game, but something more. Something that belongs to him, whether you like it or not.

And deep down, despite all the warning signs flashing in your mind, despite the voice screaming at you to run, you can’t help but wonder if you’re already too far gone. If this isn’t just some cruel twist of fate. If it’s something that always was meant to be. Something inevitable.

Because the first time, it was an annoyance. The second time, it was aggravating.

But now? Now it feels like you’ve crossed a line you can never uncross. A line that binds you to him, to this twisted game, in ways you never wanted but can’t seem to resist.

And as you stand there, caught in Jungkook’s orbit, you know one thing for certain: whatever this is between you—it isn’t over. And you’re not sure if you even want to fight this curse anymore.

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Masterlist • The Auction (JJK)

summary: After being sold to a dangerous wolf hybrid at a secret auction, you find yourself bound to him in a game of control and obsession. pairing: wolf hybrid!Jungkook x cat hybrid!female reader genre: mafia!AU, hybrid!AU, dystopian!AU, S2L, dark romance, slow burn, angst rating: 18+, MDNI warnings: DDDNE, angst, violence, trauma, manipulation, hybrid trafficking, smut, fluff, more tba total word count: tba

a/n: This work is purely fictional. All characters and events are entirely imaginary and do not reflect reality. No translations are allowed without permission. Thank you for understanding! 💕

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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The Auction (JJK) • Chapter 1

summary: After being sold to a dangerous wolf hybrid at a secret auction, you find yourself bound to him in a game of control and obsession. pairing: wolf hybrid!Jungkook x cat hybrid!female reader genre: mafia!AU, hybrid!AU, dystopian!AU, S2L, dark romance, slow burn, angst rating: 18+, MDNI warnings: DDDNE, angst, violence, trauma, hybrid trafficking, JK is an Alpha, nud!ty, hormone suppressants, b!ting, blood, sniffing, the obsession is slightly showing, murd€r, gun, branding, fainting, lmk if I forgot smth - THX word count: ~ 1.8K

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You haven’t slept in days, haven’t felt right in yourself for even longer, but somehow the adrenaline still floods through you, keeping you wide awake, on edge, your senses sharper than they’ve ever been, catching every little movement around you like your life depends on it, which is truly does.

It’s hard to believe that just two months ago, you were innocently walking down the street, not paying any attention to the blacked-out car with its door wide open or the figure standing across the pavement pretending to be on the phone. You had no idea then that you’d soon wake up miles away in another country, surrounded by other cat hybrids, far from the only home you've ever known.

You’re not stupid—you know exactly why they took you, what they’ve got planned, what they want from you. Even so, you stubbornly refuse to accept the grim future they’ve laid out for you.

The factory hall you’re crammed into now, in some grubby back room with the other hybrids, is every bit as filthy as your once-pristine black fur. What was once sleek and soft is now matted with dirt, so vile it makes you want to gag.

You’ve overheard the men who dragged you here talking about some hidden annual auction, where dangerous men from all over the world come to bid on the likes of you. Ever since, the other hybrids have been breaking down, sobbing and begging, their wails so relentless you feel like your brain is going to explode. Yet you stay quiet, ears pricked, your senses locked on every faint sound coming from behind the door.

Soon enough, they come for you all, shoving you roughly through the corridor you were brought down earlier, though this time they steer you down a different path, lining you up on a shabby makeshift stage. The construction site-style floodlights beam down so harshly that you can’t keep your eyes open for long, the brightness overwhelming and painful.

Through your squinting eyes, you catch glimpses of the men gathered in front of the stage—some muttering quietly to each other, others smoking as they lazily size up each woman. You search for even a hint of kindness in their faces, but of course, there’s none to be found—only cold stares from the most powerful predator hybrids. You feel completely exposed, even with clothes on, so vulnerable that it’s a wonder you don’t simply keel over from the intensity of being watched.

The auction starts soon enough, but it drags on endlessly, until finally, you’re the last one to be put up for bidding. It’s a shock when your price rockets past the others by millions. What doesn’t surprise you in the least is when a dangerous wolf hybrid steps forward to claim you. You knew, from the moment they snatched you off that street, that your life was always headed straight to hell. 

When you arrive at your supposed new ‘home’, the wolf hybrid, who had you driven in a separate car from his, two golden retriever hybrids—one male and one female—greet you silently, as the wolf hybrid barks out “Get her ready, run all the tests.”

They bow nervously to him with obvious fear, muttering, “Yes, Alpha,” before leading you stumbling over your own feet away.

They scrub you clean, working the conditioner into your fur, detangling the knots that have formed over time. It ought to feel soothing, and on some level it does, but the very fact you’re being ‘prepared’ for something you can’t even begin to imagine keeps you from feeling any real sense of comfort. They run a barrage of tests—urine, blood, checking for illnesses like STDs—and though there’s some relief in knowing you’re healthy despite your malnutrition, the fear never leaves you. Your tail, now soft and groomed, curls tightly between your legs, trying its best to shield your bare chest from their prying eyes.

Once they’ve finished prodding and poking you, they dress you in clothes that fit a little too well, and when your fur is finally dry, they lead you up several floors until you reach the penthouse.

The space is shrouded in darkness, save for the twinkling lights of Busan’s cityscape outside. Every surface, from walls to ceiling, is dark and gleaming, with deep brown furniture blending into its shadows, the only touches of light come from minimal brass-coloured décor scattered sparingly around the room. The golden retrievers push you silently to the centre, where the wolf hybrid lounges lazily on a leather sofa smoking a cigar, his eyes fixed on you, never wavering. The retrievers do nothing more than bow silently and exit, leaving you alone under his cold gaze.

His stare penetrates you, inspecting every inch of your trembling body from your twitching cat ears down to your feet, while the heat from the nearby fireplace stings your fragile skin. You try to lower your gaze to the floor, hoping to escape the intensity of his, but his dark eyes pull yours back like they have their own magnetic force.

“What’s your name?” he asks, his voice low and rough.

You want to answer, you really do, but it’s as if your voice has been lost since the day you were taken, and your only response is the bristling of your tail in an instinctive attempt to protect yourself.

When it becomes clear you won’t speak, he’s not having any of it, and his voice booms, “I said, what’s your name!”

You flinch at the loud slap of his tone, a frightened hiss escaping your lips before you can stop it. His expression darkens, one eyebrow raised in irritation as his finger taps impatiently against the backrest.

Summoning every ounce of willpower, you manage to whisper your name.

“Speak up,” he snaps. “I’m not a fucking feline.”

You gulp, clearing your throat as best and silently you can, and try again with a parched throat, this time just loud enough for him to catch. He nods, seemingly satisfied for now.

“Strip,” he orders after a long pause, his cold eyes locked onto yours, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The last thing you want to do is obey, but you can see the anger rising rapidly in him again, and you know better than to push your luck. Trembling, you begin to undress, feeling utterly exposed even before your clothes hit the floor. He watches you with the cold detachment of someone examining an object rather than a person, and though you’re fully naked, your tail desperately tries to cover your most private parts.

The wolf hybrid sighs heavily as he stands, exuding a casual dominance that reminds you exactly who he is. He moves around you slowly, inspecting every inch of you while you stare blankly ahead, your ears twitching nervously to follow his movements.

He stops behind you, towering over your smaller frame, and you feel his cold hands glide up your arms, squeezing your shoulders lightly before his nose brushes against your neck up to the back of your ear. He inhales deeply, and you feel your legs grow weak with a dizzying wave of fear.

“You smell divine,” he mutters to himself, though the words ring loudly in your sensitive ears. “But something’s off.”

His hands trail back down your arms, his nose following the curve of your spine, your fur standing on end as goosebumps spread across your skin. He stops at your lower back, just before your tail begins, sniffing intently before, without warning, sinking his teeth into your soft flesh. You yelp in shock and pain as he spits something metallic onto the floor beside you.

“Fucking bastards,” he growls, and you know he’s right. The implant he’s just bitten out was the one messing with your hormones, suppressing your natural cycle and heats, placed methodically where you can’t reach. Though the bite stings violently and blood trickles down your legs, you feel immediate relief now that the implant is finally out.

He runs his hand back up your spine, stopping when he reaches your neck, his fingers grazing over the small burn mark where your slave number is branded into your skin. The sensation makes you shudder violently, triggering nerves that are too raw to keep you standing still, but he seems entirely unbothered by your reaction.

“Alpha…” a voice interrupts. The door opens and a crocodile hybrid strides in without so much as a knock, freezing when his eyes land on you. Instinctively, you try to back away, only to bump into the wolf hybrid behind you, making you tense even further.

The crocodile hybrid doesn’t move, his gaze fixated on you with a predatory gleam in his eye. You hear a low growl rumbling from the wolf hybrid behind you, followed by the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked close to your sensitive ear, and then a deafening shot. You flinch and scream violently, hands flying to your ears in a desperate attempt to cover them, but the damage is already done—your ears ring painfully as you crouch down, overwhelmed by the unbearable noise, tears collecting in your lash line.

It takes a moment for your senses to return, and when they do, you realise the wolf hybrid is crouched beside you, his legs brushing yours, his hands gently rubbing your upper arms soothingly as he murmurs, “I’m sorry, kitten,” kissing against the top of your head. All while the crocodile’s body lies crumpled on the floor in a growing pool of blood nearby.

You tremble uncontrollably, paralysed by fear, your mind struggling and utterly unable to process what happened around you. But the wolf hybrid doesn’t seem to care, helping you back up to your feet, brushing your soft hair over your shoulder to reveal the burn mark once again.

You barely dare to breathe as he steps away, but when you see him take an iron rod from near the fireplace and hold it in the flames, heating it until it glows angry red-hot, memories of the previous branding flashes through your mind like an alarm. You panic, your breath coming in desperate, frantic gasps. “No, no, no…” you chant quietly, but your body is frozen in place, still paralysed by the overwhelming terror.

The wolf hybrid, unfazed to the core, pulls the rod from the fire and walks towards you. Just before the hot metal touches your skin, branding you over the old mark, you hear his voice growl behind you, cold and final, “You’re mine now.”

You scream until your ears begin to bleed, your voice tearing through your throat as you collapse onto the cold, hard floor, the world around you fading into a welcoming, merciful blackness.

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The Auction (JJK) • Chapter 2

pairing: wolf hybrid!Jungkook x cat hybrid!female reader genre: mafia!AU, hybrid!AU, dystopian!AU, S2L, dark romance, slow burn, angst rating: 18+, MDNI warnings: angst, thoughts about past violence, trauma, mentions hybrid trafficking, JK is an Alpha, nightmares, being held hostage, a lot of fear, sniffing, obsession and possessiveness, mentions of branding, lmk if I forgot smth - THX word count: ~ 1.6K

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01 • masterlist • 03

You fight sleep with every ounce of strength you’ve got left, a desperate battle that’s been raging for four long hours now, despite the way your body trembles with bone-deep exhaustion. Since the branding, since the wolf hybrid had you cleaned and cared for again by the retrievers, you’ve been brought back to his penthouse and then ushered into a different room, apart from the others. It’s nothing like the dirty, grimy holes they’ve kept you in for the past few weeks—it actually looks like a proper guest room this time. Still, there’s no peace for you here. You don’t want peace here, you don’t want your thoughts to quiet down. You refuse to let them. So, there’s nothing left but for you to strain your ears to catch every sound from beyond the door, refuse to think, refuse to consider this place, this room, this life, as anything close to home.

But your body is failing you. No matter how hard you try to stay alert, your mind slips under, sleep overtakes you, pulling you into its abyss at last. Not for long though. You snap awake with a strangled scream, gasping, hissing, chest heaving as you push yourself back against the bed, trying to escape the claws of the nightmare. It plays again and again, on a loop, behind your eyes, every nerve in your body thrumming with terror. 

Your cat eyes, hazy and wide, finally make out the dark room around you, and with growing despair, you realise that waking up doesn’t mean the nightmare has ended. It’s still here and you’re still trapped in it. And it’s far from over when heavy footsteps thud outside your door, and before you can steady your breath or calm down at least a little, the door bursts open, slamming against the wall with a loud crash.

There he stands, the wolf hybrid, silhouetted in the doorway. He’s angry, you can see it in the tense lines of his face, his nostrils flaring, his gaze sharp and glowing in the dark. His only clothing is a pair of pyjama trousers, his muscular chest and tattoos visible, but it’s his eyes that do the damage—they rake over the room, scouring it for threats, his nose twitching as if scenting for intruders. You shrink back further into the headboard, instinctively pulling the blanket up high over your nose, desperate to muffle the sound of your fearful, ragged breaths.

His eyes lock onto yours, and there’s a dangerous glint there as he snaps, “What was it?”

Sheer terror grips you once more, your body trembling as he starts sniffing around again, yanking back the curtains, peering into the closet, searching for some phantom threat, missing that it’s him. His frustration grows as he finds nothing, and slowly, he turns his attention back to you, narrowing in with predatory instincts. “What scared you?” His voice is a fraction softer now, but it’s still laced with impatience.

You can’t answer. You’re frozen in place, breath quickening as he starts towards you, as panic flares hot in your chest. You try to scramble away, desperate to get further from him, but the blanket tangles around your foot, trapping you. There's nowhere to go. You whimper, barely a whisper, “Please… don’t hurt me.” A hiss of fear slips out, sharp but trembling, in a hopeless attempt to make him back away.

He catches your foot, but it’s not rough, it doesn’t hurt the slightest. His grip is almost gentle, and instead of dragging you down to the floor, he pulls you towards him with unsettling care, sitting down on the edge of the bed and drawing you onto his lap. Your body curls up instinctively, small and tight, fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt like a lifeline, as if making yourself as small as possible might keep you safe. He strokes your hair, his hand smoothing down your back over and over. It’s supposed to be comforting, you think, but you’re still overwhelmed too much to calm down. You can feel his eyes sweeping the room, on guard, even as he murmurs low against your hair, his voice soft with an eerie tenderness. “You’re safe here, kitten. Shh, shh… don’t worry, I’m here.”

His words don’t bring you any comfort. How could they? He’s part of the reason you feel anything but safe. This isn’t home and you’re definitely not safe, and as he scoops you up and carries you into his bedroom, your mind refuses to quiet. The fear doesn’t ebb away; your trembling continues, the nightmare clawing at your consciousness, flaring your instincts without a break. 

As he lays you down on his bed, the sheets are still warm from where he must have been sleeping moments ago. He lies silently behind you, his body radiating heat that seeps into your cold limbs, though it brings little relief. The penthouse is too cold, the air too biting for your kind to ever feel truly comfortable. Despite your resistance, silent tears slip down your cheeks and dampen the pillow beneath you. It’s strange, but somehow his alpha scent dulls some of the terror wracking your limbs, even if it does nothing for the ache in your chest.

“Why are you crying?” His deep voice cuts through the darkness, halting the sobs trapped in your throat.

You think for a moment, heart heavy with longing, and then, in a shaky voice, you try honesty, praying that it might stir some pity in him, some mercy that could set you free. “I… I want to go home.”

His reply is cruelly simple, “But you are home, kitten.” There’s no hesitation in his voice, just pure conviction in his own words.

You don’t have the strength nor courage to argue anyway. You just nod, letting the tears flow freely as they please. You wait until he’s fast asleep beside you, until his breathing turns deep and steady, but still, you don’t even close your eyes for the rest of the night. You’re wide awake, heart thrumming, still battling the nightmares that won’t leave you in peace.

Even when the first pale light of dawn filters through the curtains, you remain alert and awake. He leaves, pressing a kiss to your head while you feign sleep, your body stiff under his touch. Hours pass before another enters the room—a cat hybrid this time, with a tray of food and juice and a tentative smile.

“Hey there, may I come in?” he asks softly, his eyes kind, white ears perked as he stays by the door, careful not to startle you more than you already are. “I’ve brought you some food.”

You don’t reply, just lie still, biting back any noise that might betray how lost and utterly shattered you feel.

He takes your silence as an invitation of sorts and steps closer, placing the tray carefully on the bedside table. Then, slowly, gently, he shifts your blanket and sits near the edge of the bed, careful to still keep his distance. “I know you’re scared. I was too,” he says quietly, not looking at you, but at the floor instead. “But I promise, you’re safe now with Jungkook.”

Jungkook. That must be the wolf hybrid. You know it must be him—he’s the alpha, after all. His mark now burns on your skin, a reminder of who your body belongs to now. But you can’t bring yourself to respond, your wide, scared eyes fixed on the other hybrid, watching warily.

The cat hybrid sighs, breaking the silence again. “I know what it’s like,” he continues. “I was trafficked too. Jungkook found me just in time. I didn’t have anyone back then to tell me I was safe, but I’m here now, telling you—you don’t have to be afraid anymore. No one here wants to truly hurt you.”

His words twist something in you, a raw anger bubbling beneath the surface. You growl softly, involuntarily, a bitter sound that slips out without your consent. Safe? How could they call this safe? The one who ‘saved’ you had branded you without mercy like you were some possession and not a living being.

The cat hybrid only chuckles lightly at your reaction. “I know,” he responds, almost to himself, “he’s a bit… extra. But you’re different. He won’t hurt you again.”

After a moment of silence, he turns slightly, his soft eyes finding yours. “I’m Jimin, by the way. Would you like to tell me your name, or should we stick with kitten for now?”

There’s something in his gaze that reminds you of family, of something warm and familiar. Against your better judgement, you let your guard slip—just a little. You whisper your name, barely audible.

But he hears it. His expression softens as he takes your cold, stiff hand in his, drawing small circles on your skin, soothing. “Nice to meet you, ___,” he says with a gentle smile that creases his eyes into crescent moons. It’s a small thing, but enough to make your shoulders sag, just a fraction, and allow the tiniest hint of a tired smile to touch your lips.

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Hey! A oneshot about junkook

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Sentence: Under the starry sky, on a quiet rooftop, he gently pulls Y/N closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Dance with me?” he whispers. With the soft hum of distant music, they sway in sync, their eyes locked, saying everything without a word.

Is it too much to ask?

(yandere+party+dance+mafia) part of the prompt game pairing: mafia heir!Jungkook x f!reader genre: mafia!AU, idrk tbh... warnings: yandere-ish, psychological games, knife, murder word count: 1.475

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The city shines beneath you, raw and electric, its pulse resonating deep in the soles of your feet as you stand on the rooftop of Jungkook’s club—darkness unfurling in every direction like a ravenous beast that devours all that dares exist within its reach. Below you, the night roars with a dissonance of fragmented voices, music, and chaos, but up here, the world recedes into a distant rumble, a barely perceptible murmur as you breathe in the cool air under a starlit sky that stretches endlessly. There is a peculiar intimacy in this place, a stillness held together only by the rhythm of your own heartbeat, a world that feels exclusively yours and his.

And him—Jungkook—stands in the darkness, the faint amber glow of distant city lights slicing across his features, casting him into an aura more menacing than the whispered legends. They speak of him as a mafia heir, a heartbreaker, a killer—the very embodiment of temptation and danger. You have heard every tale, repeated them to yourself until the fear wrapped in desire became a sickening thrill. Now, he watches you, his black eyes smouldering under the muted light, filled with an inscrutable intensity that makes your skin crawl in ways both unsettling and exhilarating.

He is the one who chose this place for your meeting, away from the searing heat and relentless beat of his club—a sanctuary where bodies press together in abandon, where souls dissolve into music, each moment crafted for excess and oblivion. You recall earlier, being immersed in that turbulent whirlwind of sound and colour, every motion deliberate yet devoid of meaning. You observed him from across the room, a dark figure amid the frenzy, solitary despite the throngs eager for his attention.

But now, it is just the two of you. You feel his breath carried by the wind that coils around you, sense his gaze tracing your form with a predatory warmth concealed beneath his dangerously alluring charm. From the moment you met him, you recognised his peril—danger that insinuates itself into your veins before you realise, too late, the gravity of your mistake. Each encounter, each step forward has been a testament to a decision you should never have made but did anyways.

Your hands instinctively curl at your sides, the smooth edge of the knife pressed reassuringly against your thigh like a talisman since the day you learned about his obsession for you. The rooftop remains silent, you have played this game for so long, you’re not even sure how not let silence reign. Every glance, every word a strategic move in a game of masks and deceptions, with an ending that has always seemed inevitable.

“Dance with me?” he whispers, his voice low and seemingly tender, the sort of sound that could be mistaken for affection. But you know better. You understand the truth hidden beneath the softness, the destruction in every action and breath of Jungkook’s.

And so you nod, almost laughable how easily you surrender to this illusion of tenderness, letting him draw you close, his strong arms encircling your waist, his warmth and magnificent scent enveloping you. The rooftop feels smaller, the world compressed to the space between you as you begin to sway, a slow, gentle rhythm where neither of you leads. The stars blink down, your hearts the sole soundtrack to this moment.

His touch is deceptively mellow, his fingers grazing your back like a lover’s caress. You tilt your head up, locking gazes with him, and there’s something there—something that makes you reconsider everything you’re here for. His eyes are dark and fathomless, promising both violence and sweetness, and you briefly wonder what he truly sees when he looks at you.

For a moment, you let yourself dissolve into the intimacy, shedding the burden of your own deceit. There’s a part of you—a hidden, secret part—that has yearned for this, craved this proximity. It is almost twisted, how much you have longed for the danger he embodies, how you have relished the thrill of being so near to something so perilously lethal.

But soon enough, reality intrudes. The cold, harsh truth shaking your thoughts, reminding you why you are here and what you must do. You have followed him for months, shadowing his every move, orchestrating moments, manipulating events to draw close enough. And now you stand here, wrapped in his embrace, your body pressed against his, the perfect moment within grasp.

“Why do you trust me?” you ask softly, your voice dripping with naive sweetness. He smiles, but it’s a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, a smile that conceals secrets you will never fully uncover.

“I don’t,” he replies simply, as if the answer were self-evident. His hand tightens slightly on your waist, just enough to remind you of the power he wields, the danger embedded in every movement of his. “But perhaps I like living on the edge.”

A silence stretches between you as you gaze in each other eyes, and you know this is the moment. Your hand moves almost instinctively, retrieving the blade from its concealed place at your side, the cool metal catching the light as you prepare to strike.

But Jungkook is quicker. His grip on you tightens abruptly, his hand darting up to seize your wrist with a vice-like strength he’s known for. The look in his eyes shifts, a flash of dark, knowing intent before his lips curl into a dangerous smile.

“So it’s you,” he murmurs, his voice a low purr that ought to terrify you, yet instead makes your heart flutter. “I’ve been wondering.”

Your head spins, adrenaline surging as you attempt to pull free, but his hold remains firm. You feel the expanse of his strength, the taut muscles flexing beneath his shirt, the effortless power he commands. Yet you suppress your fear, focusing on your purpose, remembering why you are here.

“You’re not as clever as you think,” you hiss, your voice sharper than intended, tinged with desperation. “I’ve been watching you, following you. I know everything.”

He laughs softly, a rich, chilling sound that courses through you as he leans forward to brush his lips against your temple. “Do you, though? Because if you did, you wouldn’t be standing here now.”

For a fleeting moment, doubt creeps in, your resolve wavering in the face of his calm confidence. He is too composed, too collected, and it unnerves you. But then you remind yourself—this is merely another layer of his game, another manipulation. He seeks to destabilise you, you claim you like a possession, and finally to make you doubt yourself. But you refuse to let him.

With a sudden burst of effort, you wrench your wrist free, the blade pointed, ready, as you aim for his throat. But Jungkook is faster—always faster. His hand shoots up, seizing your arm with a force that sends a sharp pain through your limb, and before you can react, he twists the knife from your grasp, sending it clattering to the rooftop floor.

Breathless, heart pounding, you refuse to back down. You lunge at him, but he effortlessly restrains you, pulling you close once more. A smirk curls on his lips, dark satisfaction in his eyes, and it fuels your anger.

“You’re too reckless,” he murmurs, his voice a low, hot hum against your ear. “Too emotional.”

But you no longer listen. Your mind races, your body trembles with adrenaline, and you know this is your only chance. You must end this—now—before he ends you.

In a sudden, desperate move, you twist in his grasp, reaching for the knife on the ground. You feel the cool handle beneath your fingers and, in one distressed move, drive it upwards towards his chest.

Time seems to slow. You feel the resistance as the blade penetrates flesh, hear the sharp intake of breath as Jungkook’s body tenses. His eyes widen slightly, a fleeting surprise crossing his features before it morphs into something darker, almost… satisfied.

Then he is falling, his grip loosening as he collapses to the ground. You rise, standing over him, breathing heavily, staring down as the gravity of your actions begins to settle in.

Jungkook lies there, blood pooling beneath him, his eyes still fixed on yours. There is no fear, no anger—just an almost amused resignation.

“Guess you win,” he rasps, his voice barely a whisper. “But… was it worth it?”

You remain silent, unable to answer, because for the first time, you’re unsure.

The rooftop is quiet now, the city below still murmuring its distant song, but up here, everything feels still. The stars blink down, as indifferent as ever, and you finally realise that the danger, the thrill, the chase—it was never really about him. It was about you.

The Auction (JJK) • Chapter 3

pairing: wolf hybrid!Jungkook x cat hybrid!female reader genre: mafia!AU, hybrid!AU, dystopian!AU, S2L, dark romance, slow burn, angst rating: 18+, MDNI warnings: angst, being held hostage, repeated sniffing, obsession and possessiveness, OC snaps, JK is twisted and doesn't understand the concept of personal space, lmk if I forgot smth word count: ~ 3.2K

a/n: This work is purely fictional. All characters and events are entirely imaginary and do not reflect reality. No translations are allowed without permission. Thank you for understanding! 💕

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For six consecutive long days, the routine repeats itself, a charade of all charades, like the ticking of a clock inside a cage, each second tightening around you. You remain confined to that room, trapped beneath its opulent veneer, while Jimin is your only fleeting connection to anything resembling humanity. Once a day, he brings food, and with it, moments of silence that gradually give way to hushed conversations, the kind that seep into your bones and momentarily calm the tremors within you. 

His words, ringing with understanding and a soft insistence that perhaps this new life is safer, better even, echo in your mind like a lullaby you can’t quite believe in. And yet, they cling to you, especially when night falls, and Jungkook returns to claim the bed beside you. 

Every night is the same – he enters, his presence filling the space like night swallowing light, and without a shred of modesty, he strips, showers, and slips into bed next to you. He always presses a kiss to the back of your head, and though you feign sleep, you know he senses your wakefulness, yet does nothing, only lies there, close enough to feel the warmth of him, his breath against your skin. 

Despite Jimin's persistent reassurances, the soothing rhythm of his voice telling you over and over that this is where safety lies, that it’s time to surrender and accept, there’s something within you that won’t quiet. It claws at you relentlessly, this urge to escape the gilded prison Jungkook keeps you in, the urge to break free from the walls that hold you in their cold grip. And as each day passes, you find yourself resisting more, your defiance growing like a dark bloom, unfurling slowly but surely. 

It begins simply enough, with you speaking those words, softly, unsure at first, each morning before Jungkook leaves “I want to go home.” Each time, your voice grows a little stronger, like an incantation you hope will break the spell, but his response never wavers, always delivered with the same calm and maddening certainty that chills you to your core: “You are home.”

But today, however, is different, as you actively choose defiance. When Jungkook returns from whatever dark kingdom he rules outside these walls, you aren’t curled in bed, waiting like some fragile thing for his presence to weigh down upon you. No, you stand in the centre of the room, your spine straight, your eyes unwavering like steel as they meet his. The air between you crackles for the first time, your pulse quickening as his dark eyes lock onto yours. He towers over you, his height and strength an undeniable force, but something within you surges recklessly. Jimin’s words—'you’re different, he won’t harm you'—echo in the recesses of your mind, feeding you a false sense of untouchability. 

Jungkook stops, his gleaming eyes narrowing slightly, taking in the shift in you, the way you stand as though you might fight back. And for a moment, the silence between you is pulsing with all the unspoken things that have yet to come crashing down.

“I want to go home,” you hiss, the snarl of your voice trembling out of your lips, fury seeping into every fibre of your being as your tail bristles, stiff with the kind of raw anger that claws at your very bones, your fangs bared in a snarl that betrays the storm brewing beneath your skin.

Jungkook’s lips curl into a smirk, a sinister amusement flickering in his dark gaze as his own tail wags lazily behind him, as if your defiance, your venom, is nothing more than entertainment to him—a game. “You are home, kitten,” he drawls, each word dripping with an insidious confidence that grates against your ears like nails on glass.

“I’m fucking not! Let me leave, Jungkook!” you scream, your voice rising in a pitch that borders on desperation, though you refuse to let him see just how deep that desperation runs. You plant your feet, refusing to yield, the ground beneath you trembling with the intensity of your defiance.

His laughter rings out, cold and mocking, as if your resistance is something to be cherished, not feared. “You are home,” he repeats, the laughter still lingering on his lips like a twisted song. “Best you accept it.”

“No!” The word tears from your throat, a battle cry, as you snatch the nearest objects—ornate vases, delicate sculptures—and hurl them at him with all the strength your body can muster. They fly through the air with reckless force, but Jungkook’s reflexes are a cruel thing, too swift for your own good. He dodges them with an effortless grace, catching a few in his large hands, his laughter never faltering, only growing darker with every failed strike.

“Fucking asshole!” The words spill from your lips like the objects flying his way as you charge at him, wild and untamed, your small frame launching forward in a futile attempt to claw at him—to tear at his chest, his face, his eyes—any part of him you can reach in your blind rage. But it’s no use. His reflexes are sharper than your anger, and in a single, effortless motion, he captures you in his arms, his strength overwhelming you with ease as he holds you against his chest, his grip nevertheless careful, your limbs thrashing in vain against him.

He grins down at you, that same dangerous glint dancing in his eyes, his tail swaying in satisfaction. “There it is,” he murmurs, his voice low and amused. “Knew there was fight in you somewhere.”

“You’re sick,” you spit in his face, neck bend upwards, your voice laced with disgust, your body shaking with the effort to free yourself from his grasp, though every movement only serves to tighten his hold.

“Sick? Only when you’re not near me.” He chuckles, the sound reverberating through his chest into yours. “But I think it’s time you finally got out of this room, don’t you think?”

For a brief moment, hope flickers within you, a fragile thing, but it shatters almost immediately, splintering into jagged shards.

“You’re going to get dolled up,” Jungkook continues, his voice laced with an almost playful malice, “and you’re going to stand by my side, like you belong there. Understand?”

“Where are you taking me?” The question tumbles from your lips before you can stop it, though you already know the answer will not offer you any comfort.

He smiles, that dark and twisted thing that never quite reaches his eyes. “You’re mine. It’s time the world knows it.”

His words are a poison that not only tastes bitter in your throat but settles deep in your gut, twisting your insides with a repulsion so visceral it nearly makes you sick yourself. But you know you must play along—there’s no other choice. You need time, space to think, to plan, to escape, maybe use this opportunity right away. 

As he leads you to the bathroom, his hand never leaving your waist, he hands you a box, its contents revealed to be a dress of the deepest black, the silk of it shimmering as if it holds the very night sky within its folds. The heels, impossibly tall and elegant, glint with the same ethereal quality.

“Twenty minutes,” he says, voice low and commanding as he brushes it against your temple. “Not a second more.”

And with that, he disappears, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the weight of the dress in your hands. It feels like something from another world, its silk as soft and black as your own fur, as if it’s been spun from darkness itself. When you slip it on, it moulds to your body as though it was made for you, each line and curve crafted with an almost haunting precision. You catch your reflection and it’s unnerving—you look powerful, ethereal even, a creature of shadow and elegance, yet it’s not the kind of power you want to feel. You paint your face with the same false obedience, styling your hair just as much, even as the fear of what might happen should you fail to escape gnaws at your bones.

When you step out, Jungkook stands waiting, phone to his ear, but the moment he sees you, he cuts the call without a word, his eyes darkening with something far more dangerous than desire. “My goddess,” he breathes, striding towards you with that same unrelenting confidence, his arm slipping around your waist as he buries his face in the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent while your body recoils, revulsion too strong deep within you.

He keeps his grip strong as he leads you down to the underground garage, his hand possessive against your waist, his fingers biting into your flesh as he speaks in low, measured tones. “We’re heading to a meeting,” he explains, “and you’re going to stand by my side, silent and still. It’s not a game, kitten. It’s a trial, a test to see if you’re truly capable of being who I think you are. No running. No words. You keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, do you understand?”

You say nothing, your silence the only answer you’re willing to give as you approach his sports car. But Jungkook is not a man who accepts silence. He turns you towards him, his fingers gripping your jaw with a force that leaves no room, his eyes flashing with anger. “Do you understand, kitten?” he growls, the name dripping from his lips like a curse.

“Yes,” you growl back, the word forced through clenched teeth.

Jungkook’s grip loosens, his fingers trailing gently over the skin he has just bruised, his voice softening into something almost tender. “Good girl. Now be a darling and get in the car.”

He opens the passenger door for you with a sense of chivalry you didn’t expect from him, before rounding the car and sliding in behind the wheel. His dark eyes gleam in the shifting streetlights as he navigates the roads with ease, one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily on the window ledge, his tattooed arm flexing with every corner he takes.

When you finally arrive, it’s not the seedy underworld you expect but an ordinary nightclub, at least on the surface. A valet opens your door as Jungkook steps out, tossing the keys carelessly into his hands before guiding you inside, his grip never once leaving your waist, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip from his grasp the moment he lets go.

But you don’t enter the club. Instead, you’re led down a narrow staircase to a dimly lit room where a poker table waits, surrounded by other predator hybrids, their eyes gleaming like hungry beings beneath the haze of smoke and the tang of alcohol, one chair conspicuously left empty, waiting for the king and his captive queen.

„Didn’t know you’d bring a to, Jaykay,“ the panther hybrid sneers, his voice dripping with mockery.

“Not a toy, Yoongi,” Jungkook remarks, though the usual venom in his voice is conspicuously absent, replaced instead by an unsettling glimmer of amusement that softens his otherwise brutal demeanour, a macabre joy lurking beneath the surface as if he revels in some private joke only they are privy to. 

The python hybrid leans forward, his eyes gleaming with serpentine curiosity, tongue darting out as he mutters, “She your mate, then?” His voice, slow and sibilant, carries a weight of knowing far more than he lets on. 

“No scent of him on her,” observes the bear hybrid sitting the closest with a low grunt, his tone laden with certainty, as if the absence of that primal mark renders everything clear and undisputed in his mind. 

Jungkook’s laughter spills from his lips, a dark melody of possessiveness, as he slowly unfastens the buttons of his jacket and sinks into his seat, pulling you unceremoniously onto his lap. His fingers dig into your side, a casual but deliberate reminder of his control, his breath warm against your neck as he murmurs, “Not yet, but we’re getting there, aren’t we?” His grip tightens with every word, a thinly veiled threat masked as affection.

You are not permitted the luxury of speech in this twisted theatre, and even if you were, the oppressive weight of their gazes—five pairs of predatory eyes stripping you bare—leaves you frozen. A simple nod is all you manage, the tremor in your chest betraying the steady composure you desperately try to maintain.

“What’s your name?” Yoongi, the jaguar hybrid, asks with a drawl, his eyes too sharp, too intent, the curiosity in them unnerving. 

Silence hangs heavy, your lips pressed together in defiance or obedience, but then Jungkook’s fingers dig into your flesh once more, not a painful gesture but a warning nonetheless. So you force the words past your lips, your voice sickly sweet, dripping with the obedience they all crave.

Satisfied, Jungkook introduces the others with a casual air, as though this grotesque gathering is nothing out of the ordinary. The python hybrid, the one with the slithering tongue, is Hoseok. The bear hybrid with the piercing gaze is Taehyung. Seokjin, an orca hybrid, watches you with an unsettling glint, while Namjoon, the lion hybrid, is the last to meet your eyes, his quiet intensity wrapping around him like a shroud. Their names carry a strange familiarity, as though they belong to men who live in worlds too dangerous for you, their wealth spilling carelessly across the poker table, every hand played with reckless abandon, their conversation laced with humour and hints of illicit dealings that linger just out of reach for your understanding.

You sit still, a mute observer, cataloguing their movements, their mannerisms, but most of all, you watch Jungkook as best as you can—the way he commands the space without effort, without hesitation, a king among beasts. His weaknesses, however, are elusive, hidden beneath layers of calm arrogance. Yet it’s Namjoon who eventually hands you his vulnerability wrapped in a careless taunt, his voice a low rumble as he speaks: “Why don’t you bet her, Jungkook? Spice things up a bit, yeah?”

The growl that reverberates through Jungkook’s chest is primal, a deep warning that vibrates through your very bones. Yet he remains composed, his fury tightly controlled, a stark contrast to the savage violence he once unleashed upon the crocodile hybrid without hesitation. “She’s mine. Not for bet,” he replies, the possessive claim woven through his words unmistakable.

“Let her choose,” Seokjin suggests, his voice like velvet, a smile playing on his lips but never quite reaching his eyes. “Don’t you want a way out, love? Any one of us would be more than willing to take you home, far away from this world you clearly don’t belong in.”

Your instincts scream warnings louder than any temptation his offer might hold. You feel it in the way Jungkook’s grip tightens around you, his muscles stiff, his senses flaring with something darker than mere possessiveness—something protective, as twisted as that may be. There’s no escape here, no safety in the arms of these men who gaze upon you with more hunger than mercy. The truth is bitter in your throat, but unavoidable. 

“I’m Jungkook’s,” you say, the admission falling from your lips with the cold, hard finality of a sentence passed down from on high. It’s not what you desire, nor what you ever would have chosen, but it is the truth—the only truth left to you in this labyrinth of power and control.

Seokjin exhales with theatrical disappointment, his voice an exaggerated sigh of regret, “What a shame,” while the others laugh, the sound hollow and sharp like glass shattering in the air. Beneath you, Jungkook relaxes, his hold softening ever so slightly, his hand tracing idle circles across your abdomen as if to soothe the tension he’s caused, though the unease in his body remains like an invisible tether wrapped tight around you both.

The night concludes with a quiet resignation as Taehyung stands, his gaze lingering on you for just a moment longer than necessary before he speaks. “Nothing more to win tonight,” he declares, the others rising one by one, exchanging their goodbyes with that careless friendship shared only by those who live just outside the law. 

They each take your hand in turn, brushing their lips across your knuckles in a grotesque parody of civility, their eyes never leaving yours. And with every kiss pressed against your skin, you feel Jungkook’s anger smouldering beneath the surface, simmering hotter with each unwanted touch.

When the room empties, when it’s just the two of you again, the atmosphere shifts drastically. His hand wraps around your arm, and in one quick motion, he spins you around to face him, his eyes dark and dangerous. Before you can react, he pushes you back against the table, lifting you effortlessly, stepping between your legs, his body a barrier to the only escape route, his presence overwhelming. One of your arms braces you against the table, the other futilely pressed against his chest in an attempt to push him away, to create space where none exists.

His hands travel up the length of your thigh, the fabric of your dress inching higher under his touch, his breath warm against your face as he leans closer, his voice low, a growl of dark amusement.

“Good girl,” if he could purr, he would, his lips ghosting against your ear. “Finally accepted that you’re mine, haven’t you?”

“Never,” you bite back, the defiance in your voice brittle as glass, your body trembling with a high-pitched growl that dares him to step back, to respect the boundaries you both know he will never acknowledge.

His grin is devilish, his eyes glittering with amusement. “Never say never, kitten,” he whispers, leaning closer until his lips hover just above yours, the mere breath between you both heavy with tension, a maddening dance of proximity without touch. The scent of him, pure dominance, floods your senses, the base instinct to submit warring with the ironclad resolve to resist, to defy.

When he finally pulls back, it’s not in retreat but in command, his hand gripping yours as he pulls you to your feet, forcing you to stand beside him. “Let’s go home,” he orders, his voice leaving no room for argument.

You speak, not because you expect anything to change, but because the words are a final act of rebellion, the last shred of control you can cling to, even if its just to annoy him. “My home?” 

He doesn’t even glance your way, his voice steady and cold as it always is. “Our home.”

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The Auction (JJK) • Chapter 4

pairing: wolf hybrid!Jungkook x cat hybrid!female reader genre: mafia!AU, hybrid!AU, dystopian!AU, S2L, dark romance, slow burn, angst rating: 18+, MDNI warnings: angst, being held hostage, obsession and possessiveness, OC gets hurt, a little bit of fluff, nakedness, mentions of wound and blood, JK is kinda mental but we know that already, OC goes into heat, scenting, explicit content, smut, brief f.masturbation, protected seggs, OC rides JK, licking , lmk if I forgot smth word count: ~ 2.2K

a/n: This work is purely fictional. All characters and events are entirely imaginary and do not reflect reality. No translations are allowed without permission. Thank you for understanding! 💕

a/n 2: not edited, sry!

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Protesting against Jungkook in every way possible seems to be your new hobby. There are times when you give him the silent treatment, and there are also times where you so boldly follow him wherever he goes, only to repeat the same sentence: “I want to go home,” to which he replies, bored and not the slightest bit bothered, “You are home.”

It’s truly impressive how resilient his patience is with you, and you reckon that Jimin was honest all along, because the slightest inconvenience or annoyance caused by anyone other than you means pain or even death for that person. But not for you.

There’s a strange way you’re slowly starting to enjoy this special treatment, a strange way this power, even if it’s granted and not truly yours, makes being forced to live with Jungkook so much more fun than it should be.

What’s rather sobering is that one day, as you stray through his penthouse, snacking on some catnip cookies Jungkook specifically arranged for you, you pass his study with the door slightly open. Curious, as your cat genes always are, you can’t help but listen in on his low voice. He’s obviously on the phone, and your chewing slows to a stop.

“What do you mean they don’t care?”

Jungkook sounds definitely angry, with that same dangerous lull in his tone that you know not to mess with.

“Sold her off,” you reckon he’s repeating what the other person on the phone just said, because the way your fur stands on end and the way Jungkook’s anger radiates through the whole penthouse is impossible to miss. The scent alerting everyone present is just too hard to ignore.

“Fucking bastards. And what was their daughter worth to them?”

Silence. Then a not-so-amused chuckle.

“Of course.”

You lean closer, too curious to know what Jungkook’s on about—if there’s another soul like yours needing ‘saving.’ But a breeze slams the door shut, and you, not cautious enough, have the tip of your tail jammed in the door. The pain is so utterly terrible, you let your cookies fall to the ground and scream while clutching it desperately.

Jungkook is at the door in an instant, tearing it open. There’s no anger anymore in his scent—no, it’s full of worry as he immediately cradles you and tries to soothe you. Silent sobs and tears escape your trembling frame, and you regret being so careless.

“Oh, my little kitten, does it hurt much?”

But you just push him away, forcefully stopping yourself from showing the pain any longer as you respond, “I’m fine.”

You leave Jungkook and the cookies on the floor as you retreat to the bedroom. Flopping down on the bed, you inspect the injury. It’s not severe, but the crushing is noticeable enough, the tip slightly swollen and very much painful. 

Not wanting to leave the room to get an ice pack, you head to the bathroom to let some cool water run over it, scolding yourself to be more careful and especially not as noisy in the future.

You shouldn’t show too much emotion around Jungkook, knowing that any sign of vulnerability only triggers his instinct to protect you, which in turn fuels his obsessive nature. You’re still not sure what he sees in you, what makes him feel such intense emotions towards you. You’re just a cat hybrid, a regular person with a nine-to-five job–which you’ve probably lost by now.

You’ve never lived a life like his, never had the power he holds, and never even wanted it. You’d never admit it, but Jungkook is attractive, though only when you ignore all the red flags he comes with. And he has plenty. He’s got no shortage of admirers, women more like him, even if it’s just in their confidence.

Sighing, you can’t look away from your reflection, knowing that even though you want to go home, you can’t seem to find a way out. You’re not brave enough to trust anyone but Jimin and Jungkook, both determined to keep you here, insisting it’s for your own safety.

Allying with his other friends would be a death sentence, or worse, so your only hope is to somehow convince Jungkook to let you go home. Even if it takes years, so be it–because deep down, you know it’s not that bad living here.

Glancing down at your tail, still dripping water onto the tiled floor, you notice crumbs from the cookies tangled in your fur. Knowing how much you’d hate for them to turn mushy and get knotted in your fur, you decide to take a quick shower–despite never having done so while Jungkook’s home. You figure he’s too busy to notice.

Navigating the enormous, fancy shower has become routine by now, especially with the luxury shower gels Jungkook’s provided. There’s one in particular that smells like your old cheap favourite, but you can tell it’s high-end. And the texture? The way your skin and fur feel and smell afterward is unreal.

It doesn’t take long to finish, or so you thought, because as you step out–not bothering to wrap a towel around yourself–you’re startled to find Jungkook standing there, naked. You didn’t mean to scream or hiss so loudly, or to lash out with your claws, but instinct took over, just as it does with him.

The silence that follows only makes you more anxious as you back away. Jungkook just watches the five bleeding scratches across his chest, the blood slowly welling up and trickling down his toned abdomen.

“Huh,” he breathes, as if he’s as surprised as you are, his lack of anger only making your anxiety worse.

“I… I… I’m sorry,” you stammer, blindly grabbing for a towel to cover your dripping, naked body.

“Don’t be, kitten.” Jungkook smiles at you, his eyes sparkling and his tail wagging like you’ve just given him the most precious gift in the world.

“Huh?”

“It’s the first mark you’ve left on me. I’ll treasure it forever.”

You’re speechless, your mouth falling open as you stare at him, wondering if his madness has reached new heights.

“You’re crazy,” you mutter, the words slipping out before you can stop them, because honestly, Jungkook must’ve been dropped on his head as a pup one too many times–there’s no other explanation.

Jungkook says nothing, just keeps smiling that dumb smile of his like he’s not the most dangerous mafia boss around. He steps forward, kisses your temple, and just before the shower door closes behind him, you hear him call out, “Hope your tail’s okay. If not, let Jimin know, and he’ll get a doc.”

The blurred outline of Jungkook’s body moving behind the fogged-up glass is almost… pornographic. Still, your brain manages to form some coherent words. “I’m fine. Thanks, though.”

It’s a first, thanking Jungkook, but it feels like the least you can do after scratching him. Not wanting to fall further into his trap, but still trying to keep a bit of distance and dignity, you quickly leave the bathroom to get dressed and forget what just happened. 

You’re the dumbest woman alive. Literally. There’s no way you can be this stupid, but somehow, you forgot your heat’s not just approaching, it’s sprinting full throttle now that Jungkook removed the implant.

It’s not that you’re desperate… well, maybe you are, because you’re not only restless, you’ve been marking Jungkook’s pillow since the moment your eyes opened. He’s been gone for hours, it seems, but his dominant scent lingers and it’s not helping. Your body temperature is skyrocketing, and you’re flipping between rubbing and punching his pillow. You know you’re doomed. Sooner or later, you’ll be too far gone.

Your whines are muffled by the pillow, and you can’t hold back any longer. Clothes feel too tight, too itchy, so you strip them off, not wasting time as you lay down, pressing the pillow to your face and inhaling deeply. The first rush of heat hits you as your fingers glide between your legs, trying for some kind of release that you know won’t be enough.

“Fucking hell.”

You didn’t hear Jungkook come in. How could you, when your purring and moaning drown everything else out? But god, you’re thankful he’s here. Tossing the pillow aside, you zero in on him—tall, muscular, dressed in his usual white dress shirt and vest, buttons straining over his chest.

“I need you,” you pant, sweat rolling down your face as your hair sticks to your skin.

You watch him gulp, see him adjust his trousers, where his semi is already more than noticeable, but he doesn’t move.

“Please, I fucking need you.”

Still, he doesn’t budge, and you can’t stand it anymore. You practically leap off the bed, rushing at him, tugging at his clothes.

“No.”

“Please, Kook, please. I’ll do anything. Please, fuck me like all the others. Please.” You claw at his shirt, but he holds you at arm’s length.

“I won’t touch you.”

You can’t believe it. If he doesn’t help, you’re going to die—or at least it feels that way.

“Why?” You almost sob, though anger bubbles dangerously beneath the surface. “It’s what you want, isn’t it? Now you’ve got me, so take me. Come on.”

“I won’t use you.”

“You’re not. Come on, Kook.”

“You’ll regret it.”

You pause. Maybe he’s right? You can’t tell, not with your mind clouded by him and only him.

“I won’t,” you breathe, but the sad look in his eyes shows doubt you hadn’t noticed in your own voice. “What should I do, Kook?”

You’re hyperventilating now, pacing, naked, desperate for some kind of contact, for anything to calm the overwhelming urge coursing through you.

“Hey, it’s okay, kitten.”

Your ears twitch at the soft understanding in his voice, glassy eyes locking onto his.

“Please help me, Kook, I need you. Only you,” you beg again, seconds from breaking down.

“I won’t touch you.” With that, he unbuttons his vest and shirt, tossing them aside. The sight of his naked torso and tattoos is hypnotic, and another wave of arousal drips from you, shamelessly coating your thighs.

Jungkook just watches, taking in how you rub your legs together, how soft whimpers and purrs escape you. He sits on the sofa in the corner after kicking off his trousers and boxers, his cock standing fully erect with a condom already on. When he put it on, you have no idea—the haze is too thick to notice details at this point. 

“Use me. I won’t touch you,” he states again, and that’s all it takes for you to throw yourself at him. In seconds, you’re straddling his lap as he leans back, watching with lazy eyes, his arms resting on the armrests.

His body is warm, but nothing compared to the searing heat radiating from yours as you let your hands roam over his muscles. His scent hits you full force, the faint tinge of sweat and aftershave intoxicating. You can’t stop yourself from scenting him, licking his chest and neck, inhaling like he’s the air you breathe.

When Jungkook lets out a slow moan, you’re done. Grabbing his cock, you give him a few pumps before lining him up and lowering yourself down, letting him stretch you with a sweet, burning fullness.

The relief is instant, the burn of his thick cock splitting you open almost too much, but just right. You don’t waste a second, riding him hard, chasing your release as his silent gaze drinks in your bouncing tits, your sweaty face, and the way your cunt weeps around him.

“Jungkook,” you chant, his name the only thing in your mind. The twisted safety he provides, his crazed devotion, and his perfect body. You notice his fingers twitch, and you’re desperate for him to touch you. “Please touch me.”

“No.” His voice is strained, but still, his fingers twitch.

You grip his hair, pulling his head up as you keep bouncing, your lips dangerously close to his. You can’t stop, can’t think, can’t focus on anything but him. Still, you hesitate—kissing him would push you over the edge though.

Sensing your struggle, Jungkook leans back and meets your eyes. “What do you need?”

“You.”

“You’ve got me, kitten.”

That’s all it takes. You come, your release crashing over you as Jungkook whines, his cock twitching inside you as he follows suit, finally thrusting up into you.

It’s freeing, finally thinking clearly, even if it won’t last long.

“Thank you,” you mumble, resting your head on his chest, his heartbeat strong and steady beneath your sensitive ear.

“Anytime.” Jungkook kisses the crown of your head, like he always does, but this time it feels different.

“You were wrong.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t regret it.”

Jungkook says nothing, is still not touching you, but you don’t mind. For now, you bask in his warmth, his scent, and the glow of your shared release.

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The Auction (JJK) • Chapter 5

pairing: wolf hybrid!Jungkook x cat hybrid!female reader genre: mafia!AU, hybrid!AU, dystopian!AU, S2L, dark romance, slow burn, angst rating: 18+, MDNI warnings: foul language, angst, being held hostage, obsession and possessiveness, zoomies and howls <3, humiliation, thoughts about escaping, murder, showing of female genitals, failed escape, attempt, manhandling, chocking (not the hot kind), slight identity crises, OC has shit parents, lmk if I forgot smth word count: ~ 2.7K

a/n: This work is purely fictional. All characters and events are entirely imaginary and do not reflect reality. No translations are allowed without permission. Thank you for understanding! 💕

a/n 2: alright, listen, I’m really disappointed with auction myself. I thought I could tell short stories, but honestly, it all feels so rushed, unfinished, and shallow. I would’ve much rather fleshed it all out and made it flow better, but then the chs would’ve gotten way too long, which I didn’t want either, and now it’s all 💩 anywho, I hope you all still enjoy it lol

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Today’s a day when you’re more bored than usual, not in a way that makes you moody, but in a way that, unfortunately, gives you the zoomies. You’ve been running around the penthouse for a straight hour now, using every elevated surface to jump on and off, hiding behind the curtains, and, shame on you, seeing how far you can nudge Jungkook’s sculptures before they topple off their stands.

You’re in your element, free, despite being still trapped here, when a tiny, beautiful red dot appears on the wall to your right. You stop dead in your tracks, eyes locking on it as your pupils dilate until there’s only black left. Wiggling your hips, you get ready to pounce on this lovely dot.

You charge at it, but it quickly darts from the wall to the floor and down the corridor, and you can’t help but zoom after it, desperately trying to catch it but always missing by just a hair’s breadth. The chase lasts a good few minutes—up and down the walls, over Jungkook’s couch, and back again—until it finally stops, and you think you’ve caught it, only to realise the dot’s not under your hands but on them.

“Huh?”

You move your hands away, only to quickly snatch at the dot again, only for it to still be on your hands, not under them.

Jungkook’s snicker snaps you out of your trance. Looking up, you see him standing in the study, which you hadn’t even noticed you’d run into, holding a laser pointer in his tattooed hand.

You’re absolutely mortified, utterly humiliated and so, you straighten up immediately and storm out, refusing to acknowledge the fact that Jungkook definitely caught you having fun.

Later that day, you’re rather surprised that Jungkook doesn’t mention it, acting like nothing unusual happened as he enters his bedroom, just like every evening. But this time, instead of shamelessly stripping off his clothes, he stares you down with a thoughtful gaze.

You just stare back, not the least bit bothered or scared, knowing he’ll, like always, be the one to break and talk first.

“Get dolled up, I’m taking you with me tonight.”

“Ugh, but I don’t wanna,” you groan, flopping down onto the bed, arms stretched out like the whole thing belongs to you. Images of your heat still flash through your mind sometimes, especially in moments like this when Jungkook stands all dominant at the foot of the bed.

He never touched you, even though you fucked yourself on him more in those few days than you ever did during past heats. Not that you haven’t had a partner before, but Jungkook’s body hits different, like his physique was made just for you.

“Don’t care. I’m not going to clubs without you anymore.”

That makes you sit up, a little confused, wondering why he wouldn’t want to go without you, like he’s your loyal boyfriend or something. Maybe you could use this as a chance to slip through his fingers. Play unwilling for a bit longer, and he might not suspect anything.

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“Ugh, you’re not my dad.”

His face hardens at that, but there’s no anger in his eyes, just a sadness you can’t quite place.

“Please get up and get changed, okay?”

Wow, Jungkook asking nicely? That’s a first.

“Fine,” you huff, getting up and pretending to be all sass and pouty as you disappear into the bathroom. But as soon as the door closes behind you, a bright smile spreads across your face.

It’s loud in here. So utterly, overwhelmingly loud, you think your eardrums might burst at any minute. Jungkook’s currently guiding you through the crowd, not dragging you by the wrist like usual, but with his fingers intertwined with yours, carefully making sure you can follow as the crowd parts for him.

You’re relieved when you finally make it to a private room. The noise is still there, but bearable now. You’re not the least bit anxious to see his usual group of friends, ones you’ve met a few times after the poker night. 

Jungkook sits down on a couch where Yoongi’s already perched, and there’s enough space for you to sit beside him, but, like always, Jungkook pulls you onto his lap, his big hands cradling your middle as if it’s necessary to show everyone that you’re his, which you reckon is not. 

Then again, you might take that back, because while everyone greets you warmly, Jungkook being ignored, which makes you giggle and him growl under his breath.

You didn’t expect clubbing with Jungkook to look like this–sitting in a private room with his friends, drinking quietly. There are no strippers or other women around, which makes you wonder why he even wanted you here in the first place.

The conversation between them is lively, but you don’t join in, not because it isn’t interesting, but because you don’t fully understand it. Jungkook’s fingers drawing soothing circles on your stomach and thighs don’t help either, as you sink deeper into his embrace, a light purr escaping you, you can’t seem to hold back due to the liquor coursing through your bloodstream. 

It’s when Namjoon calls your name for the second time that you snap back to attention.

“Pardon?”

“I was asking if there’s anything in this conversation that interests you.”

That’s your chance to mess with Jungkook, play on his instincts the way he played on yours earlier.

“Hmm,” you pretend to think, dragging it out. “Well, there’s something I’ve always wondered.”

The men around you seem intrigued, leaning forward like they can’t wait to hear what you have to say. Even Jungkook shifts slightly under you, tilting his head to get a better look at your face.

“I’ve always wondered if this really is triggering or not,” you say with a wicked grin. Taking a deep breath, you tip your head back for dramatic effect and let out a howl.

It’s nowhere near a real wolf’s howl–too high-pitched, too low–but you feel Jungkook tense underneath you, his fingers digging into your thighs, while the others barely hold back their laughter.

And then, it happens. Jungkook, unable to hold back any longer, throws his head back and howls with you. The room erupts in chaos, everyone laughing while you clutch your stomach, trying not to explode with laughter, as Jungkook howls uncontrollably.

You’re sure you hear other wolf hybrids answering his call from the dance floor, which only makes the laughter in the room louder.

When Jungkook finally finishes, he slumps back into the cushions, his eyes closed as if he regrets ever bringing you here.

“We’re leaving,” he mutters flatly, clearly annoyed.

“Why? We’re having so much fun. Aren’t you having fun, love?” you tease.

His eyes snap open, locking onto yours, and suddenly, you fall silent. 

He never looked at you like that, like you were someone else, no longer having the privileges you once took for granted.

You don’t waste time standing up, Jungkook following suit. You can’t bring yourself to meet anyone’s gaze, don’t  even dare to say goodbye as you’re led out of the room by your wrist, the noise of the club grating on your ears.

Halfway through the crowd, some spider hybrid yells over the music, “Yo Jungkook, nice bitch you got there!” Jungkook releases your wrist for a moment, just long enough to pull out his glock and shoot the hybrid dead with a clean headshot.

Screams erupt and bodies start shifting in panic, but Jungkook’s hand is back around your wrist in seconds, dragging you out of the club in silence.

Once in his car, with him buckling you up and settling into the driver’s seat, you don’t need to look at him to know how furious he is. He drives like a maniac, halving the time it took to get there.

Soon you’re back at the penthouse and still unsure how to handle the situation. Apologising seems pointless.

“Bedroom,” Jungkook growls, and though you only gave him a taste of his own medicine, you know you’ve crossed a line you now wish you hadn’t.

But your own anger begins to boil again. Not just because of your own humiliation, but because he won’t let you leave.

You follow a seething Jungkook, your footsteps quick and angry, and when you enter the bedroom right behind him, you slam the door shut with a loud bang.

Jungkook turns, hands on his hips. “How dare you humiliate me in public?”

“Oh, fuck off, Jungkook. You humiliated me first.”

“We were alone! And we both had fun!” He barks, raising his hands as if that somehow makes his argument stronger.

“And those were just your friends!”

“Friends?! I trusted you!”

“It wasn’t that bad! Stop exaggerating.” You roll your eyes and move to head into the bathroom, but Jungkook’s having none of it. He strides towards you and tosses you onto the bed.

Still bouncing from the force, you mock him. “What’re you gonna do now, hm?”

“I’d like to fucking teach you a lesson.”

Fine, let him. You push your legs up, pull off your underwear, and spread your legs, showing your cunt to him as if ready to just get over with it. But Jungkook doesn’t move. He doesn’t even look down—just stares straight into your eyes. His gaze as hurt and defeated as yours.

“Come on, fuck me! What are you waiting for?!”

Jungkook’s shoulders slump, his eyes drop briefly to the floor as he shakes his head. When he looks back at you, all the fight’s gone.

“I’m never going to fuck you like some bitch, kitten.” He sighs, then turns towards the door. “I’m taking the couch tonight.”

Today’s the day, you can feel it. You’ve been preparing for this for so long, playing the perfect little kitten Jungkook sees you as since your fight, that you’re sure he won’t suspect a thing. He’s been gone for two days now, leaving you alone at his penthouse with all his goons, but you don’t mind.

Honestly, it’s the best thing he could have done for you, so it’s now or never.

It’s just past midnight when you know that his guards and maids have gone to sleep, always leaving just Oliver behind. An ant hybrid, a rookie, who’s more incompetent in this world than you are, and that says a lot.

You reckon he’s fallen asleep in front of the CCTV screens, leaving you with an open door to freedom. Literally. 

Taking the elevator to the bottom floor isn’t an option, but the garage is the perfect place to start. You’ve scanned the cameras down there and covered the outside multiple times when Jungkook would often bring you with him, knowing where the possible blind spots might be.

And true to your assumptions, there’s no one you encounter—not a soul but your hurried footsteps echoing in the cold, wide parking lot.

You don’t really know how you’ll get hundreds of miles back home, but for now, you just need to get away. Ducking into the bushes right in front of the building, you try to make out how many goons are stationed by the entrance.

Spotting just two owl hybrids—which isn’t ideal but could be worse—you try to move silently through the bush, getting as close to the pavement as possible. Taking one more glance at the owls, you brace yourself to run, counting down in your head until you yank the leaves aside and sprint as fast as your feet can carry you across the street, into an alley you’d never normally go near.

At first, you’re not sure if you’re being followed, knowing that owl hybrids are far too quiet to hear, especially with your alarmingly fast heartbeat and panting drowning out all other noises. Still, you strain your cat ears, willing them to swivel backward, but again, there’s only silence.

You try to look behind you, but there’s no one—no one chasing after you—and it’s this distraction that makes you miss the rock in your path, your foot hitting it with a sharp thud as you roll over. You manage to stop the motion quickly, landing on one foot and your hands as you regain your balance and clarity.

It’s so odd that no one’s after you, especially when Jungkook’s such a possessive, obsessive freak. It doesn’t add up. It was just too easy.

Straightening up, you glance back down the alleyway where you came from. Still seeing no movement, you turn around—only to bump into a hard chest.

“Miss me?”

You try to turn and run again, but it’s no use. Jungkook is so much faster and stronger than you, reaching you in barely three steps.

“Let go of me!”

You thrash against his hold as if it would make any difference, but it doesn’t. He throws you over his shoulder like a doll and starts walking leisurely back to the building, as if it’s just another day.

“No can do, kitten.”

“Jungkook, I swear to god, put me the fuck down!”

You try to kick him in the stomach, but he just restrains your feet with his free hand. So hitting his back it is—but who are you kidding? It’s more of a massage for him than a beating.

“Or what?” Jungkook snickers, and you see red.

“Or I’ll beat the shit out of you!”

That makes him belt out a laugh you’ve never heard from him before—high-pitched and so beautiful that you’d fall in love with him in any other situation but this. His laughter is so intense that you bob uncontrollably on his shoulder, and there’s really nothing you can do but pout angrily, accepting defeat.

“I fucking hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yeah, I fucking loathe you.”

Jungkook just keeps snickering, snickering as he enters the building with everyone watching, snickering as he enters the elevator, nearly hitting your head on the closing doors, and snickering when he finally reaches his bedroom and gently sets you down.

However, his snickering stops when he sees your thunderous face, rage dripping from your eyes as your claws protrude over your crossed arms.

“I want to go home.”

“There’s no other home now but this one. Accept it.”

“Why don’t you just mark me and control me?! Huh?!”

“Because I know I don’t need to.”

But you see it differently and so you scream with all your might “Fucking let me leave, Jungkook!”

“No.”

At that, you charge at him, grabbing his throat and shoving him against the wall. You can’t keep living like this. You just can’t, not when your family and friends are desperately waiting for you to come back.

Jungkook doesn’t fight back, doesn’t defend himself. He just lets you strangle him, his arms hanging limp at his sides, eyes reddening from the pressure but still pleading for you to stop. It throws you for a loop because, frankly, his eyes—always soft, always showing every emotion he feels—have never betrayed his true intentions.

“Please don’t poison your soul by killing someone,” he croaks out, and that’s all it takes for you to push yourself away from him as if burnt.

Jungkook bends over, violent coughs escaping his reddened throat. You feel guilty, disgusted at what you’ve become, and you fear he’s changed you forever.

You collapse to your knees, utterly helpless as you try not to hyperventilate from the adrenaline.

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook, by now recovered but with a hoarse voice, kneels in front of you, taking your trembling hands and running his thumbs over your knuckles. “I truly am.”

“For what?”

You turn your head upwards to look at him, to see if he’s telling the truth. You’re sure he is, because the hurt in his eyes mirrors your own.

“Because even if I gave you the world, I couldn’t let you go back to that joke of a family.”

“What?” The word leaves your lips in a breath, confusion growing with every second as Jungkook’s eyes turn more livid.

“You got kidnapped because your parents sold you off, kitten.”

“No…” You pull your hands from his, crawling backwards as if to escape the truth—the truth written all over his face. “You’re lying.”

“I wish I were, kitten.”

You wish he were too. 

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