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Ride Or Die - Chapter 5 (M)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader

— word c | 10,697

— genre | Mafia au!, angst , Smut.

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

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

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

Chapter song: Whore 

— Ride Or Die - Character Biography.

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You were now inside the truck that Hoseok had ‘loaned’ to you. It was a black Toyota pickup truck. It was quick and safe in case you needed a quick escape. You had just arrived at the address they had given you. You were a few meters ahead on the opposite side of a nightclub, on the rich side of town. You still had no idea what you were doing there, wondering every second whether it was really the right thing to do. And every time you thought accepting it was easier than denying that you would not be happy without Jungkook. They're not robbing, they're taking back what's theirs, this is not a crime, right? You thought.

“Is everything okay, baby?” Jungkook's voice drew your attention to the telephone that was on the active call and on the speaker phone right beside you. You took it and brought it to your mouth as you looked from side to side, seeing if the street was calm.

"It's all quiet around here. Without vehicles or pedestrians ...”

"I'm asking about you, my dear.” He laughed on the other side.

"Oh, yeah, I'm okay, I'm a little nervous, but I'm okay," You said, biting your lips. "Just be careful, okay? All of you.”

"Awn, she worries about us.” Taehyung's soft voice made you giggle. "After we finish this, we're going to a party ..."

"Fuck off, Taehyung, she's my girlfriend. " Jungkook yell.

"Don’t fight. There's (Y/N) for everyone." You joked.

“The hell it has.” Jungkook growled. "You're only mine and you know it."

"Get out of this situation without a scratch and I'll let you prove to me that I'm yours." You said biting your lip, looking back at the street.

“Eew!” Hoseok's voice said in disgust. " The noise you make at home is enough, you don’t have to keep talking about it loudly while we're here.”

"As if you did not jerk of while listening to their moans." Namjoon's voice said and soon after an "oof" was heard. "Why did you punch me you, psycho?"

"To see if you shut that mouth, you shit" Hoseok growled.

“We'll be there in less than two minutes, baby” He said. You shook your head and after you said goodbye, you hung up the phone, tossing it over the panel, as you sat back and tried to stay calm. This was crazy, Getaway driver? What were they? Dominic Toretto's team? And you would be who in that story? Letty? No (Y/N), dream lower, you are not even half as that woman is. You thought shaking your head.

You got out of your thoughts as soon as you saw them in the rearview mirror, the boys around the corner and walking quietly toward the pub. All very well tidy, still in their typical black clothes. You wondered if one day you would be able to see them using more vivid colors despite finding black a color extremely sensual, and that it looks very well on the silky, white skins of the boys, while their hair was tossed back in a way that made their faces show, almost an invitation for everyone to look and admire their beauties.

You still had no idea how you got in the middle of that group of extremely handsome mens and wondered why they were not  models or actors, people would pay dearly just to spend hours looking at those faces, especially for Jungkook. You examined it for a moment, Jeon had something about him that made people curious, the dark and intense look, sometimes empty but sometimes full of intentions that were difficult to decipher, the way he looked at you, as if he were analyzing you from head to toe, as if he reads every inch of your body, as if he could see through you. That look that attracted you whenever you saw each other, and that was in your mind whenever you were far away.

The way he walked was soft, sensual, inviting. Hell, everything about him was inviting, his eyes, his face, his hair, his muscular arms, his thick thighs, his scent, his voice. He seemed to have come out of a museum to be so perfectly designed, a work of art, a work of the gods. It was at times like this that you wondered why he had chosen you as his girlfriend, not that you were ugly, far from it, you were beautiful in your natural, in your own pattern of beauty, but he, he should be out of anyone's reach.

Jungkook could feel your eyes on them and before entering the pub, he looked at the truck a few yards away across the street and smiled sending a wink to you who laughed. He was the one who drew attention the most with his hair thrown back, leaving those black eyes in evidence. You were totally in love with the darkness that covered them.

Okay, now i just must wait. You thought, leaning back in the seat.

As soon as the boys entered the pub, the first thing they looked at was the sides, seeing that the guards there just ignored their presence, as Jungkook had asked Roger to do. The boys immediately passed through the sea of people on the dance floor, heading for a dimly lit corridor that connected the bar to the back of the establishment where the office and security room were as well. As they approached the corridor, Jungkook signaled everyone to wear their masks over their mouths and noses so they would not have the danger of having any witnesses to recognizing them. Not that anyone who went to that place had enough courage to report anything, especially if the denunciation involved a Century guy. He held out his pistol that was hidden around his waist and Hoseok did the same while the other three stopped in front of the hallway, making it impossible for anyone to get in and out.

Walking down the dimly lit corridor, the two boys stopped in front of a door. Jeon just looked at Jung and kicked the door with all his might, causing it to open up and reveal two frightened men on the table right in front of them, where the monitors were with the security cameras. The two didn’t hesitate to wield their weapons and shoot the two security guards. So, they removed the cables from the computers and threw the cabinets on the floor, stepping on top of the CPU and destroying it. Soon they closed the door and walked back down the narrow corridor that led them to another door, where the owner's office was.

Hoseok knocked twice on the door and it was a girl who answered, he grabbed her by the arm, putting the gun on her face and warning her that if she screamed, he would kill her and from the look he gave her, she knew he was not kidding so she held her tears and nodded. The two of them entered the room and found the owner pulling up his pants, looking surprised and startled at the entrance of the two boys.

"Jeon, Jung, I did not think we'd see each other so soon." The man said with a yellow smile on his face, as he sat down in his chair. Hoseok pushed the girl into an armchair and ordered her to remain still as Jungkook approached the table and put his gun up there, aimed at the man who swallowed. “Is ... Is there any problem, Mr. Jeon?”

Jungkook hated when people called him that, he was not old, and even if it was a sign of respect, someone called him Mr. Jeon made him remember his father and he was not a big fan of him, but he knew he should let and even require people like that man to call him by his last name, because this way he showed who really was in charge. Jungkook sighed and let out an ironic laugh still staring at the man in front of him, as if wondering if he was being stupid to ask if he had any problems or if he really did not know what the problem was.

"You're sure you don’t know? I'll give you a tip. You bought 20 pounds straight from my hands, two months, but you still have not paid me. I'm here to get my merchandise back, and maybe one of your ears to remind you to listen the next time I give you a deadline to pay me." He said without taking his eyes from the man's eyes, as if he were his prey that night, a prey that was minutes away from being killed.

“I'm sorry, I swear I'll pay ...”

"I do not want your apologies or false promises, Shawn!" Jungkook shouted slamming his fist on the table. "I want my fucking goods back now, or I'll kill you."

"Please, Mr. Jeon, just give me a few more days ..."

"I gave you two months, I can’t let everyone think they can get over me without consequences. So, I think it's better that you give me my merchandise now or pay me. Or Jung, me and the Century will kill you and destroy this place.” He said and so the eyes of Shawn left Jungkook and stopped in Hoseok that now unlocked his weapon and put it in the head of the girl that whimpered in silence. "We going to start with her, it's my last warning."

"I can pay you, I have the money, I'll pay you. It's in the basement, I can get it for you."

"Take me there."

While Jungkook followed with Shawn to the deposit of the club, Hoseok stayed in the owner's room, sitting in an armchair, comfortable, with his eyes and gun pointed at the girl who was curled up in the armchair in front of him. She wore no pants, just a transparent black lace blouse showing that she wore no bra, and panties of the same color. She should be one of the dancers who worked there or some prostitute.

“You don’t have to kill me, I will not say anything to anyone.” The girl spoke and Hoseok did not move, analyzing her, before smiling.

"I know, but if your boss doesn’t pay mine, you're going to die anyway.”

"You don’t have to do that," she whimpered.

"You don’t tell me what to do." His smile left his face, and he sobered again. "Now shut up. I don’t want to have to kill you before the time." And so he began to look around the room.

"We can make a deal." The girl said, drawing his attention again, who looked at her with one eyebrow arched. "If you let me out of here, I can make you cum so good…”

"Cut this bullshit, there's only one girl that I want to fuck right now, and it sure is not you. Now shut up. I'm not going to ask you one more time.”

“But…”

Before the girl could finish the sentence, Hoseok moved the gun a little to the side and pulled the trigger, firing into the chair, the shot hitting right next to her head who screamed and cringed, crying desperately. He just rested the gun on his thigh, knowing that now she would be quiet and he could think peaceful.

Jungkook followed Shawn down the hall and entered the room behind the man, but the moment he stepped inside, a security guard came out from behind the door and hit Jungkook with a baseball bat on his face, causing him to sway and fall to the floor. The door was then closed and the owner locked it.

"I can’t let that happen." Shawn said and his security hit a kick in the chest of Jungkook that grunted with the pain but clenched the jaw, not opening his mouth. He kept thinking about what you had told him, that you didn’t want him to hurt anyone, but you wouldn’t mind if it was in self defense, right? The security man hit him with another kick, but this time in his chest, but the boy remained silent. She will understand. He thought. “I can’t let you take my money ..." And he stopped talking, seeing the smile that had appeared on Jeon's face. He glared at him, his eyes burning, while the smile passed the message of 'you're fucked in my hands'. When the man lifted his leg to hit another kick, Jeon turned on the floor, kicking the legs of the security guard, who fell on his back.

He stood up and advanced on the man, stepping hard on his throat, then hitting several kicks against the security guard's head, and when he tried to stand up, Jeon hit him with his foot in his stomach, and then his focus turned his head, and he continued to deliver the blows directed at the his head, until the man was unconscious and the blood flowing down the floor, around the body.

Shawn was shocked, paralyzed by the door. Throughout all this time, he had already heard rumors about how the leader of the Century could be violent, but he had never even imagined that he would blow someone's head off with just his feet.

Jungkook took a deep breath, drawing the scent of rust that came from the amount of blood being poured out from that man, breathing in the scent of death that was coming here. The security guard was not dead, but he would die soon. Jeon took a moment to look at his sneakers, blood splashed over it as his body still calmed down from the adrenaline rush that was released in his veins.

Shawn turned to the door, shoving the key and trying to open it, but with despair, turned the key in the lock to the wrong side and it broke. Panic gripped his body as he heard Jeon's laughter behind him.

"You locked yourself in a room with me?" Jeon asked in a low, menacing voice. And he started to go toward the man, but stopped moving as he heard to gunfire and screams coming from outside the door. “What did you do?” He growled toward the man, grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him hard against the door.

“Your friends will die, and so will you." The pub owner replied, forcing himself not to let his voice break, but it made Jungkook's violent instinct spin inside him. The man's fear-filled voice only made him laugh with sarcasm.

“You're so screwed, man.”

You still had your head against the back of the seat, thinking about random things when you heard shouts making you jump, and look around looking for where those screams came from. You looked back, seeing dozens of people running out of the pub where the boys had come in. Your heart went to your stomach, feeling worried about what might be happening. That's when you saw three boys running among the people towards the car.

Taehyung was being carried by Namjoon and Yoongi while he groaned in pain and had his eyes closed tightly, his hands were on his thigh and when they approached a little more, you saw the blood seeping through his fingers. Your heart almost came out of your mouth, and you immediately turned the key in the ignition, turning on the car.

“Changing plans.” Yoongi said stopping at the driver's window, looking at you while Namjoon helped Taehyung into the backseat. "Take Taehyung to your house, call Jin on the way and leave him there, then come back and get us, we'll send a message with our location."

"What happened to him?" You asked turned back to see the boy.

"We don’t have time for questions, (Y/N)" Yoongi said sticking his arm through the window and pulling your shoulder, making you look at him. "You have to go now, go as fast as you can, he needs Jin's help. Go." And when you heard the back door slam and Yoongi released you, you accelerated the car.

You took a deep breath trying to keep your head clean and not thinking that Jungkook could be hurt, and that Taehyung was bleeding in the back seat. Passing through a hole in the asphalt, the boy screamed in pain, what made you loose a sigh and a tear fell from your eyes. You were desperate.

“Taehyung ...”

“I am fine.” He moaned, squeezing the wound, watching his blood go through his fingers. "I need something to make a tourniquet ..."

“Do you want my jacket?”

"Yes, please" he said in a sore voice. You managed to take off your jacket, alternating your arms at the wheel. You stretched your arm back, handing the garment over to him. “Fuck, fuck.” He moaned as he tied the jacket around the wound. You remembered to call Jin, picked up the phone and dialed the older man's number, leaving the phone on the speakerphone, on top of your thigh.

“(Y/N) ...”

“Jin, I need you to go to Jungkook's house. Taehyung is injured and I was asked to call you.” You said holding yourself to not break and let the despair take over your body, Taehyung needed you to stay focused to not end up causing an accident.

“I am going. How serious is the injury?”

"It's a bullet wound, I was hit just above the knee. I made a tourniquet.” Taehyung said weakly. Bullet wound ... He was shot. Jungkook ... That's what you thought when nearly drove the car off the track, and a sob came from your throat.

"I'm on my way, be quick (Y / N), please." Seokjin said and hung up the phone. Focus, (Y/N). You need to stay focused. You thought taking a deep breath. Going through red lights and slowing down only when needed cornering, you tried to leave your mind, vision and hearing focused just on the road to try not to hear the groans and grunts of pain that the boy behind let out. You never thought this could happen. You understood that the boys were a gang. You knew with that they would be involved with other things than the drugs they sold, but you tried not to think about their possibility, especially Jungkook, be involved with weapons, because weapons are tools of destruction, are utensils that bring pain and death, most of the time they are only in the hands of those who really intend to kill, and you didn’t want to think about your boyfriend, sociopath, with a gun in his hand.

Even though you knew he could control himself, you were still afraid, not for you, because you knew he would never hurt you even if he lost control, but was afraid of the damage he could do. You were not dumb, you knew that Jungkook was dangerous using only his fists, so with a gun in his hands God let it never happen.

At the speed you were, it did not take you long to get to your house where Jin waited leaning in the car. He doesn’t have the key. You thought.

Parking the car in anyway, you jumped out, your legs threatening to fail, and opened the back door. Jin stepped closer and helped you pull Taehyung out. When he stepped on the floor, he roared in pain, and you had to choke a sob and hold back the tears.

Seeing him like that broke your heart. For you, Taehyung was the most innocent of all the boys, he always smiled serene when he saw you, gave you tight hugs and was always affectionate. And you had known each other just for a month. You were curious to know how a sweet kid like him had entered Century. Whoever looked at him, could only see purity in his gaze, no marks of violence or darkness, only the gleam of his brown eyes.

You and Jin carried Taehyung to the porch of the house, where you slipped your hand into the pocket of your pants and tried to put the key in the lock, but your hands were shaking so far and the key didn’t fit. It was when a bloody hand took yours and caressed it, making you look at Taehyung who had a sore smile on his face.

“Calm down.” He almost whispered, trying to calm you down. He was hurt, in pain, and was trying to calm you. He shouldn’t be worrying about you at that moment. He was just being the affectionate boy he has been since you two met, and it made your heart shatter. You wanted to crash right there, cry until you no longer had tears in your body, but you just forced a smile and tried again. With his hand in your, helping you, you finally managed to open the door, helping Jin to carry him inside, and put him on the living room sofa.

"I-I ... Do you need help?" You asked as the older man untied the jacket Taehyung had used to make the tourniquet on his leg.

"Can you get my briefcase in my car, please? It's in front of the passenger seat." You nodded and did so, ran to the SUV and was soon back, handing the briefcase to him. "Thank you. I think you'd better wait outside, you will not want to see that."

"Oh ..." You whispered, pressed your lips together, and nodded. "If you want to put him to bed, you can use Jungkook's room. I-I'm going, Yoongi said he will send their location to pick them…” You turned your back, leaving the house and going towards the car without letting either of them say anything, in your condition, if Taehyung said anything else, you would break. You were sure that you didn’t have the ability to work with the boys, even if you were just driving, you would not be able to see them get hurt like that.

As you got into the car, your cell phone vibrated. Jungkook had sent a location.

It was not far from the pub that all that had happened. Jungkook said to stop in front of an alley and so you did, after, the four guys were jumping in the car and you drove away again. Jungkook gave you another address where you should take them and so you did.

When you turned the corner of the street, you saw that the house was full of people. You frowned. They had mentioned that after job, you were going to a party, but you thought that after what had happened to Taehyung they would want to know how he was, and not go to a party. As you parked the car, the four of them jumped out of the car and headed toward the house.

You did not move. How do they do not seem concerned about Taehyung? And Jungkook? Didn’t he realize that it was a shock to you? Why were they going to a party instead of seeing how his friend was? These were the thoughts that went through your head as you decided to get out of the car and shout at them, or go after Taehyung. Jungkook stopped halfway and looked back, seeing that you had been sitting in the driver's seat. He turned his heels and walked back to the car, entering the passenger's side and touching your thigh, making you look at him with watery eyes.

“Baby...”

"Don’t ‘baby’ me, Jungkook. What the fuck happened there?”

"It was just a misunderstanding ..."

"A misunderstanding? That ended with your friend being shot and you guys coming to a party?" You interrupted him, snorting in disbelief looking away, refusing to let your tears that were now in frustration fall from your eyes. That's when you saw a car approaching. You knew that car. Your eyes widened when you saw Jin was driving and Taehyung was in the passenger seat. You frowned and got out of the car as the SUV parked in front of the house. You walked irritably and confused toward them when Taehyung got out of the car grimacing in pain. He had changed his pants, they were no longer soiled with blood.

“What are you doing here?" You asked loudly as you approached him. Taehyung was startled by your sudden arrival and went back unable to support himself in the injured leg, but you stepped forward and hugged him around the waist, not letting him fall. "Tae, you should be resting."

"He needs to be here, (Y / N)." Jungkook's voice said behind you and you turned irritated toward him. "Alibi"

“He was shot, you and the other guys could be hurt too and you just think about it? You got shit in your head, Jungkook?” You said between your teeth, almost screaming. Jungkook looked arched up at you, taken by surprise at your reaction, as if he didn’t understand why you were so angry, it was when you remembered about sociopathy, he couldn’t understand what you were feeling at that moment because he could barely feel empathy for others. You shook your head in disbelief keeping quiet and running Taehyung's arm across your shoulder, helping him head home, past Jin and Jungkook, who did not say another word.

The music that came from inside the house was loud. It was a rock with heavy guitar solos. The house was full, you walked as carefully as possible so no one who was dancing to the violent music, would bump into you and knock Taehyung and you down. The couch was empty as people had gotten up to fiddle with their heads in the middle of the room, you sat Taehyung there and sat down next to him.

"Jungkook was not to blame for what happened." He said when you sat down. "I was distracted and left the guard low.”

"I just ... I panicked, Taehyung. What if something worse had happened? What if ... What if they had hit you somewhere else and you had died? God, what if Jungkook was dead now? You know the fear I was when I saw ... Shit." You lowered your head, putting it between your hands. Your heart was still racing and you still felt the adrenaline in your chest. “I really want to know what happened over there, but I don’t think here is the best place to talk about it.” You said.

“You need a drink.” Taehyung's voice said and you nodded.

“Don’t go anywhere." You commanded and got up, passing among the people and looking for the kitchen, or any place where the drink was. Arriving in the kitchen, you saw some people talking and others kissing against the walls. You shook your head and walked to the counter where there were some bottles and glasses as well.

“Are you thinking of giving me a silent treatment?” Jungkook's voice invaded your ears and soon you felt his hands on your waist, hugging you from behind, putting his chin on your shoulder. You salivated and sighed, ignoring the question and putting the drink into a glass. "Baby, why are you so angry? I'm fine."

“You could have died, Jungkook." You said turning your face and looking at him. “And I don’t even know what the fuck happened there, but the moment I saw Taehyung, I thought it might have been you in his place and that scared me. What the fuck happened there? How did he get shot? Inside a pub?”

“I can’t tell you.” He said cooly.

“Why not? You told me it would be a apprehension, just that, but ended up with Taehyung being shot. Did you lie to me, by any chance? What happened there?” You asked but he didn’t answer. You bit your lip and nodded. You wanted to walk away, you wanted to yell at him, hit his chest and scream how scared and afraid you were. But you just decided to follow the rules of the game. If he would not talk to you, you would not talk to him either. “Great, when you want to tell me, you talk to me, meanwhile, I'll be taking care of Taehyung.”

You drank the contents of the glass and left it on the counter. You released yourself from Jungkook's embrace and returned to the living room with the bottle in your hand, drinking on bottleneck until you were seated next to Taehyung.

“You will fall drunk if you drink it on the bottleneck.” Taehyung said arching his eyebrow at you who held out the bottle for him, offering him. He accepted willingly, taking a bit too. "You want to sit here with me the whole party?"

“I'm angry at my boyfriend and I want to slap Jin because he brought you here when you needed to rest, so yeah, I'll stay here. Someone has to take care of you.” And so you smiled taking the bottle back and taking another sip. "What can I do to make you feel better?"

"Well, since you mentioned ..." He turned to you, with the innocent kitten eyes he always had and smiled sweetly at you. "Can you fondle my hair? My mother always caressed my hair when I hurt myself while I played.”

You laughed with a shrug, but nodded, putting your hand to his hair and stroking. Minutes later he was lying with his head on your lap, and with his legs hanging in the armrest. You talked and laughed about some things, he almost forgot the pain in his thigh while you gently pulled some of his strands of hair. Meanwhile on the other side of the room Jungkook watched you, jealousy corroding his body, almost making him come to you and throw Taehyung away from you, the only thing that kept him from it, was that he knew you would probably get even angrier and start a fight with him.

Emotions always sucked to him. He always found it useless to have them, but now he just could not get rid of them because of you. He felt a little guilty about what happened to Taehyung after he saw how worried you were. You were so sweet, so caring, so careful with the people you liked, you were so heart, you were all that he would never be and that he never wanted to become. He was happy having to worry only about you and anyone else.

“Did you start sharing (Y/N)?” Hoseok stood beside him, looking at the same spot he looked at and laughing at the sight of a vein in Jungkook's neck jump when he saw you tossing your head back laughing at something Taehyung was saying as you smoothed his hair. “Who will be the next one with you're going to share her? Me?”

“If you want to die, just repeat it one more time.” Jungkook murmured without looking at him, continuing to stare at you.

“You know there's nothing going on there, right? She loves you and he's not crazy to try to steal your girlfriend.”

“It doesn’t stop my blood from bubbling every time she puts her fingers in his hair.” Jeon growled as he turned to Hoseok. "Is there anything important to talk about, or did you just come here to try  give me a lesson about jealousy that you know I'm going to completely ignore?"

Hoseok nodded, asking for him to follow, and so the two left the house, heading toward the cars, where no one was near to hear. The two then leaned against the truck and Hoseok pulled out a cigarette and a lighter.

“Our informant in the police called me, they found Shawn's body in the nightclub. And apparently there's a witness too.” He said. Jeon raised an eyebrow. Who would be stupid enough to denounce someone from the Century? “The girl in Shawn's office.”

“The girl you put a gun to her head? You didn’t kill her?”

“I didn’t think she was going to be dumb at that point.” Hoseok defended himself, taking a drag on his cigarette. “Anyway, he gave me her address, he sent her home and said he's going to be making the rounds at her house. I would go alone, but apparently, she doesn’t live alone, she lives with a friend and I need you to go with me. Just in case.”

“Go with Yoongi.”

“Yoongi was injured in the fight with the pub's security guards, Jungkook. Namjoon sucks in body fighting and was almost killed too, i don’t even know how he wasn’t hit by a bullet. He must be very lucky. Taehyung is busy stealing your girlfriend...” And Jungkook gave him a deadly look, who raised his hands in surrender and laughed. "I borrowed the keys from Jin's car. If I were to get the Toyota keys with the (Y/N) she would be suspicious, so thank Taehyung to be distracting her.”

"If you talk about it again, I'm going to stick a knife in your throat, Hoseok." Jungkook said menacingly as they headed toward the SUV.

"No one's talking, chief!"

Meanwhile, inside the house, you were watching Taehyung who was looking at people dancing while you smoothing his hair. Of all the other boys, he was the one who made you curious to know why he had gotten in the middle of it, so you decided it would be a good time to ask.

"Tae ..." You called him, making him turn his head to look at her. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." He smiled cute.

"How did you end up in the middle of it? In Century?”

"Oh ..." He looked surprised by the question, his eyes widening slightly.

"If you’re not comfortable to talk about it ..."

“No, it's okay, it's just that it's been a long time since I've spoken about this to anyone. It's not a very long story. And I do not mind talking about it to you. I knew that one day you would ask, and you are my friend, so I'm glad you want to know me better.” He smiled out of the corner of his mouth, making you smile as well with the sweetness in his words.

“My family was very rich before I was born, my father had a company, but his partner stole all his money and all that was in his name, house, car, property, everything. My mother was still pregnant with me when they moved in under a bridge. When I was four years old, my father died, he tried to rob a shop, so he could give me and my mother what to eat, so a plainclothes policeman shot him... And I was with him that day because my mother had to look for a job, so I saw everything.”

Your heart almost stopped beating at that moment, and you could see Taehyung's eyes filling with water as he spoke. You dropped the bottle of liquor beside you on the couch and held Taehyung's hands that were crossed over his chest, to give him comfort.

“My mother and I spent years living from shelter in shelter, I never stopped at any school because we were always changing from one side of town to the other. When I turned eighteen, my mother wanted to take me to see the sea, and we were walking down the street at night and a man tried to rob us. We shouted at him saying that we had nothing, but he didn’t believe us and moved on to my mother. I walked among them and fought against him. I grabbed the knife he used and thrust it into his chest, over and over again. I felt my body tingling with hatred and adrenaline. So many people had already hurt my mother, I couldn’t let him hurt her either. My mother shouted at me to leave so I could escape, but I couldn’t move. I looked at my hands, at my clothes soaked with the blood of that man and I didn’t know what to think. Someone had heard the man's screams and called the police. They took me and my mother to the police station and questioned us both to find out what had happened.”

He looked at your hand over his, and used his thumb to caress yours, biting his lips. You were so emotional about what had happened earlier that you just could not bear the tears of sorrow that forced the way out of your eyes, falling silently down your cheeks.

“It was there that I met Jin, he was taking care of a case and was interested in me. He represented me in court without charging me anything, I was cleared for having been in self-defense. Seokjin offered me a job, a job that would help me take care of my mother, a job that would help me give her a life she deserved, he said they were going to take care of us, so I accepted.” And so he looked back at you and smiled sweetly. 

Poor kid, he saw his father murdered and was forced to kill someone to protect his own mother. Where is this world going to stop with all this violence? You thought as you stroked his hair. 

“Oh no, please (Y/N), don’t cry. Please. My life has been sad enough so far, I don’t want you to cry because of me, please.” He said raising his hand and touching her cheeks, wiping away her tears. It made you sob and collapse in tears again. He stood up, and pulled you into a hug, stroking your back. “Jungkook must already be angry enough with me for stealing you from him tonight, he'll kill me if he see that I made you cry." He joked.

"I'm sorry, Tae. You did not deserve to go through that." You sobbed.

"It's okay, (Y / N). Look at me, doll." You lifted your head, looking at his face. He smiled and once again wiped away your tears. “Look, you can think sometimes that here in Century we only work together, but we are a family. We protect and care for each other. And that's all I've ever had, and I'm happy about it.” He smiled, making you smile at his innocence. "And you're part of the family, and I'm very happy with you stroking my hair. So what do you think of stop crying and start caring for me again?” You laughed and nodded, letting him lay his head on your lap again, and so you kept talking about other things, laughing again.

 Hoseok and Jungkook had parked the car a block away from the girl's house they were going to get rid of. Both were wearing black masks over their mouths, and black leather gloves on their hands, so they would not leave fingerprints on anything they touched. As they approached the house, they saw that there was a police car at the door. The policeman who was leaning against the door of the car, seeing the two, just nodded at them and ignored their existence while they headed toward the house. Hoseok was able to easily open the lock on the front door and they both entered, closing the door behind them.

They separated, one going a different path from the other, checking the first floor of the house, and when they saw that it was clean and that there was no one there, they went up to the second floor.

Jungkook opened the first door, it was a bedroom and a girl were sleeping there. Hoseok came in, and managed to be silent as he approached. Seeing that it was not the girl that needed to be eliminated, they went out closing the door. They stopped walking at the sound of the shower coming from the last room in the hall. Jungkook waved for Hoseok to investigate as he looked at the other room in the hallway. Jung walked slowly, managing to make his feet almost slide to the ground, making no noise. Jungkook opened the second door to the hall, seeing that it was a room, but that there was no one. He closed the door and seconds later he headed for the last room which Hoseok had entered. And as he stepped inside the room, Hoseok came out of the bathroom carrying a naked girl in his lap, who was struggling to break free. With one arm he held her waist and with his other hand, he squeezed her throat, leaving her breathless and unable to scream either.

Jungkook just left the room and closed the door behind him, letting Hoseok do the work and making sure the other girl would not wake up. Inside the room, Hoseok threw the girl into bed and climbed on top of her without letting go of her throat, sitting on her thighs and knees on her arms, stoping her from fightback.

"I honestly didn’t want to have to do that. You should have kept quiet instead of going after cops." He whispered looking into the girl's eyes that were now tearing desperately. "I know, I know ... Shh ... But it's better me than my leader, believe me." And so he pulled a pillow, placing it on the girl's face and squeezing it tightly, until she stopped moving. He checked her pulse, and as he realized she was dead, he left her. He just put the pillow back in place and walked out of the room.

He and Jungkook went downstairs, Jung took the key from the coffee table in the entrance room, and when he left he locked the door, shoving the key in his pocket. They passed quietly by the police car, where the accomplice police did not even bother to raise his heads to look at them. The two then headed toward the car, as if nothing had just happened.

Back at the party, You and Taehyung were just the same as before, the difference is you were a bit more drunk. You two would now laugh at anything from a word in the song to someone falling drunk in the middle of the room. Taehyung was a lot of fun, you were enjoying his company and you almost forgot everything that had happened. You told Taehyung that you would go to the bathroom. You got up and went upstairs. After using the bathroom, as you were returning to the living room, you saw Yoongi sitting at the top of the stairs, with a bottle of beer in his hand, just watching the people down there.

"Hey Yoongi." You called him, coming up behind him. He turned back and smiled at you. "Why are not you down there dancing?" You asked sitting next to him.

"I'm not much in the mood for parties today." He replied looking back at the people. "How's Taehyung? I have not talked to him yet."

"He is fine." You answered. "How are you? Are you hurt?"

"A guy got my shoulder shifted, but the guys put it in place. I am fine." He replied grinning at you that widened your eyes. "It's not much."

"Yoongi, what the hell happened in there? How did you get involved in such a thing? How was Taehyung shot?" You asked in amazement at everything that was happening.

“Nor do I know tell you that. We were fine in a minute, making sure no one disturbed Hoseok and Jungkook while they were talking to the owner of the pub, and the next moment Taehyung had been shot and we rushed him out. Hoseok told us that the guy tried to fool us. He said he tried to separate him and Jungkook by locking himself inside the basement with Jungkook.” And he laughed. "He locked himself in a room with Jeon Jungkook” You were not sure if you wanted to understand why it seemed so bad and ironic to Yoongi, so you just kept quiet. “Anyway, we managed to get our money back, that's all that matters.”

"And how Jungkook left the room?"

"After we left the Taehyung with you, we went back inside, fought with the security guards, and went to the back to see what was happening to Jeon and Jung. Hoseok was breaking through the door." He said taking another sip of his drink. "But it's all over (Y/N), I know you must have been fucking worried about us, especially with Jungkook, but we're fine."

You thought about filling him with questions, thought about giving him a sermon, but you were just relieved that he was okay. Then you smiled and got up, down the stairs and back to Taehyung. It was after three in the morning and your body was filled with an immense desire to dance, but none of the songs had interested you, until a specific song began to play, a song that you knew and loved.

"Oh, I love this song." You said almost screaming at Taehyung who arched his eyebrows at you.

"Whore?" He said the name of the song, frowning. "Do you like In This Moment?"

"Of course I do. I want to dance." You said excitedly. The boy laughed and shook his head, turning his hip and sitting up, watching you get up and take a few steps, not far from him. Dancing to the rhythm of the music, shaking your head, tossing your hair sideways and hips too, turning your body and facing Taehyung who took a sip of the drink in the bottle that was almost at the end and extending to you who took it willingly and turned it in your mouth, starting to take the rest of alcohol that had it, as your wriggled your hips and used your free hand to climb up and down your body, making sensual and desperate movements. You just wanted to dance and forget about that whole situation.

That music came directly through your ears and connected with every part of your body, making you warm, and with the help of the alcohol, you were starting to get excited, not being able to hold yourself and descend to the floor, swinging your hip. When the liquid in the bottle was gone, it coincided with the beginning of the chorus.

"I can be your whore." You and half the people there screamed the chorus phrase, but the difference from them to you is that you had an empty bottle in your hand and threw it with all your might on the wall behind the couch, making Taehyung and all there screaming in excitement. There was something about the violence, the sudden movements, the debauched attitudes that excited those people, and that's why they got together for those parties, to satisfy themselves, to join people as dirty as them, like you. Sometimes you tried to deny it, but you knew you was part of that place, those songs, you knew you was part of that life.

You grabbed your hair and started to roll your hips, closing your eyes, feeling the beat of the song, singing with all your strength the dirty and insinuating lyrics. Jungkook and Hoseok had just arrived at the house again, and the first thing Jeon did was look at the sofa, looking for you, but instead of seeing you stroking Taehyung's hair, he saw you dancing sensuously in front of the sofa, and saw Tae laughing as he sang along with the music. It was when he saw you going towards Taehyung and holding his hands, dancing with him while he was sitting.

Okay, that was Jungkook's limit, Taehyung had already had too much of you for one night and he was not obliged to accept that. He walked toward you, pushing some people out of the way when the last chorus of the song began, and everyone sang, including you, loudly. He reached up and pulled your shoulders, causing you to let go of Taehyung's hands and hit your back in his chest.

Seeing who it was, you laughed drunk and walked away from him, staggering.

"What's so funny?" Jungkook asked seriously.

“You, silly.” You laughed.

"You're drunk, it's time to go."

"What if I don’t want to?" You teased, making him take a step toward you with dark eyes, forcing you to step back.

"I force you. I'll put you on my shoulder and carry you out of here."

"You love me, you will not do anything I don’t want to." You said, taking another step back as he took another toward you. That was true, he loves you, but he would not leave you there for another second.

"I'm not kidding, (Y / N). Let's go. Now." He said pointing toward the door. You snorted, but obeyed, walking toward the door and out of the house. As you approached the car, you turned to Jungkook at once, knowing he was following you.

“You're a dick." You almost shouted at him, who ignored and kept walking toward you to get the car keys in your pocket, but you took a few steps back, stopping in the middle of the street. He sighed in frustration and annoyance and went after you, grabbing your wrists, pulling you close, not letting you go further.

“I'm a dick? Why? Because I don’t want my girlfriend to flirt with another guy?”

"It's Taehyung, Jungkook! And I was not flirting with him." You said thinking about how absurd he was to think you could one day cheat on him, even more with Taehyung, who was like a brother to you.

"He still a guy." He said, releasing your wrists and reaching for the car key through your trouser pockets. "Did you find it funny making me jealous? Did you find it funny to pet him in front of me?”

"What about you, Jungkook?" You asked, pushing his hands away from your pants, pulling away from him. Making him take a deep breath and run his hand through his hair. "Did you find it funny to make me afraid for you and for them today? Did you find it funny that Taehyung was shot and I have to see him bleeding and in pain? Did you find it funny that I was worried about you all the time? Worried you could have hurt yourself too?"

"I already told you, I'm fine." He said looking bored, trying not to get irritated any longer.

"But i’m not, Jungkook.I can’t go through these things, I can’t go through the fear of losing you. It breaks me inside. It will be like this for the rest of our lives? Will you continue to risk yourself on such things forever?” You asked, but he just stood silent, staring at you without knowing what to say to make you feel better. “Talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say, (Y/N)? I have nothing to say. You said that you would accept what I do if I didn’t hurt anyone and that's why Taehyung was shot, because if I had acted otherwise, in a more violent way, he would not be hurt.”

You blinked a few times and kept quiet trying to know if he really had said what you had heard.

"So you're saying it's my fault?" You asked incredulously, pointing to yourself. "Because I don’t want you to be a killer?"

“No, but in my job, flowers and poetry don’t save anyone, (Y/N). It may be so in the fairy tale you created in your head, but in real life, things are extremely different than in your fantasies with enchanted princes.” He said throwing his hands up, his patience exhausted. If you wanted to fight, you would fight.

"Wait, what?" You said, as if he had offended you in the worst possible way. "Fantasy with enchanted princes? Now you overreacted, Jeon Jungkook, because first, I don’t like enchanted princes. They are boring, narcissistic, and they think the ‘princess’ is not able to do anything on her own, and we both know that I know how to do many things.” You said visibly annoyed with your index finger up.

“And second, if I thought my life would be a fairy tale, I would certainly not choose Shrek as a prince, and yes, I am comparing you to Shrek. Not in beauty because you're certainly one of the most handsome guys I've ever seen in my life and that gorgeous little face looks even more beautiful when I'm sitting on it and your tongue is inside my pussy.” Jungkook laughed at your words, folding his arms and leaning against the car, thinking that was exactly what he wanted to do right now, be between your thighs. “But I compare you to him for being stubborn, inflexible and your lack of notion, and for being selfish, not wanting me to help take care of your friend who was shot. So if I were to live a fairy tale, perhaps I would choose Taehyung as a prince. Maybe I should go back to that party and fuck withTaehyung to apologize to him, since it was my fault that he was shot and not the stupid job you were doing.” Jungkook's arms fell to his side and his gaze darkened. You knew you had touched his weak spot and that was what you wanted. “I've already decided, that's what I'm going to do, I'm going to go back inside and ride Taehyung’s dick until I can not move anymore.”

You turned to walk toward the house, but Jeon grabbed your arm, pulling you back, pushing you against the driver's door that was facing the opposite side of the house where the party took place. He pressed his body against yours.

"You're playing with fire, baby.”

"And what on earth makes you think I'm afraid to burn, Jungkook?" You provoked him.

“Get in the car, we’ll go home, and we'll fuck, so I can show you who you belong to.” He said pulling away, but you did not move, just crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Baby, if you don’t get in the car ...”

"What, Jungkook? What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to fuck you in the middle of the street, leaning against this car." He growled and you laughed, not wanting to make it clear that it was what you wanted, that those words made you soak your panties. All you needed at that moment was him.

"And what are you waiting for?" You asked and at the same moment he let out a moan and moved against you, grabbing your face and pulling you for a kiss. You held on to his shoulders, pulling him as he lowered his hands to your hips, lifting you up, trailing your legs around his waist. He pressed his cock against the middle of your legs and you moaned as you felt it hard. It was ridiculous the desire you were feeling for him at that moment. You'd seen your friend bleed, your boyfriend might be hurt too, but the only thing you thought was how you wanted to feel him at that moment. Maybe it was the drink or the adrenaline that was still flowing through your body, but you honestly did not mind having sex on the street, leaning against a car. As long as it was with him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, holding her neck and looking into her eyes. You nodded and pulled him by the back of his neck, kissing him again. One of Jungkook's hands came up from under your blouse, and he squeezed your breast over your bra before pulling it down and caressing your nipple, making you moan between his lips. “If you want to stop ...”

“Fuck me, Jungkook." You asked, wanting to make it clear that you didn’t want to stop, but wanted to do it fast, so that no one had the chance to caught you there. "I'm so wet, so horny"

“Already, baby? Are you so desperate for my dick?” He whispered, no longer kissing your lips to attack your neck, with kisses and bites. "I'm not taking good care of you, baby?"

“No. Maybe you should take better care of me.” You moaned pulling his hair. He laughed derisively and put you down, turning you on your back and pushing you toward the car, pulling your hair to the side and kissing the back of your neck as he rubbed his hard cock in your ass. He used both hands to stroke your chest and squeezing your breasts before lowering them to your waist and pulling your hip against his.

"Let's see how wet you are, baby.” He whispered in your ear, making your whole body shiver as he opened the buttons of your pants and slipped his hand into your panties, dipping his fingers into your juice. Jeon groaned to feel how wet you were, squeezed your waist, and began to move his fingers in circles over your clit, making you brace your forehead against the window and pull the air so you don’t groan too loud. Jungkook slid a finger inside you, making you arch your back as he pushes his finger in and out, adding one more, caressing your walls. You let out a groan and grabbed his arm that was in front of you. "So hot..."

"Please, Jungkook." You whimpered, rubbing your cunt in his hand, making him laugh and let the warm air from his mouth into your ear, make you roll your eyes as you feel the shivers go through your body.

“Please? Before you were all rebellious, telling me that you would ride Taehyung’s dick and now you are asking me please, baby?” He laughed wickedly, adding a third finger inside you, making your pussy throb around his fingers. With his thumb, he began stroking your clit as he thrust his fingers inside of you. You let out a weak moan and threw your head back, propping it on his shoulder, as he bit his own lips and saw your expression of pleasure. "Do you think asking me ‘please’ will save you from your punishment, little girl?"

“You know I just said that to tease you, I would never do anything like that." You moaned as he began to push his fingers harder into your pussy.

"I know, love, but that doesn’t mean that listening to that didn’t make me extremely angry." He said kissing your shoulder. “On another occasion, I'd put you on your knees and fuck your mouth, so you can learn not to say things like that to me, unless you want me to kill whoever that person you're referring to, but now we need to be quick, right? I don’t want anyone seeing how hot you get when you're being fucked against a car.” He growled, pulling his fingers out of you, and pushing your pants and panties down. “Stand on tiptoe for me, baby, like you always do when I fuck you from behind.”

You obeyed, resting your hands on the roof of the car, and standing on tiptoe, with your face against the glass, watching it get blurry by your hot breath. Jungkook opened the button and zipper of his pants and lowered them slightly, taking his cock out and stroking before using one hand to hold your waist, and the other to fit the head of his cock in the entrance of your cunt. He pushed in slowly, moaning all the way, feeling you throbing around him.

“Shit, (Y / N), you're so tight.” He said holding onto your waist and beginning to move slowly against you. But seconds later he was thrusting hard into your pussy, making you squeeze your lips and force yourself not to scream at the pleasure you were feeling, while he pounded hard on your weak spot. Inevitably the images of Taehyung being carried by friends appeared in your head, but you saw Jungkook in his place, and that made your heart clench. That feeling joined with the pleasure you had in feeling Jeon there, inside you, feeling that he was okay, and you just couldn’t hold back the tears and started to cry silently, pressing your fingers on the car roof, and pushing your hips hard against his, wanting harder. Jungkook was too busy getting into you, feeling the pleasure of having your tight and wet pussy around his cock, clinging to your waist and eyes closed to see that you were crying.

It was only when you let out a sob that he opened his eyes at once and looked at your face that was still against the glass, seeing the tears falling down your cheeks. He made a move to stop the movements, but you took your hands back, grabbing his hips, not letting him out of you.

“Don’t stop, please Jungkook. Fuck me hard. I don’t want you to stop, please, I need this.” You whimpered and he was uncertain whether to continue or stop, but seeing that you were begging him to continue, he did. He wrapped his arms around your chest, one hand resting on your belly, the other resting on your neck, holding lightly in your throat, pulling you back, making you lean your head against his shoulder as he fucked you from behind, hard. He buried his face in your neck, stifling the groans.

“Don’t cry baby. I'm here ... fuck.” He whispered against her skin and you closed your eyes, feeling your legs begin to shake with the orgasm approaching. “I love you baby. I fucking love you.” He moaned against your neck, now sucking it. He took the hand that was in your belly to your clitoris, making circular movements. You grabbed his arm when you felt you would cum.

“Choke me." You asked in a broken voice and he obeyed, his fingers tightening around your throat and thrusting harder, grunting as you let out an almost inaudible, hoarse moan, cumming around his cock.

“That’s it baby, come around me. Let it all out.” He moaned against your ear, before pressing his fingers into your clit and cum too, inside you.

It took you a few seconds to recover. Jungkook zipped up his trousers and helped you into your. He hugged you, but you gently pushed him away, reaching into the pocket of your pants and handed the Toyota’s key for him.

“Take me Home." You said and got into the backseat, slamming the door, leaving Jungkook confused as to why you had cried during sex. He blinked a few times and got in the car, seeing you crouched in the back seat. You would talk at home.

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Ride Or Die - Chapter 6 (M)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader

— word c | 11,044

— genre | Mafia au!, angst , Smut.

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

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

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

— Ride Or Die - Character Biography.

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The next day, Jungkook woke up missing something. Still drowsy, he stretched his arm to the side on the bed and felt that his side was empty, he turned to the side and realized you were not lying next to him. He blinked a few times and looked around the bedroom. Seeing that the door was open, he called for you, but he had no answer. He rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed, looking at the clock that marked nine-thirty in the morning. He pushed the blanket aside, showing his half-naked body with only a pair of underwear. He stretched and stood up, scratching the back of his neck, and walking toward the exit of the room still sleepy, bumping into the wall next to the door, cursing.

He walked down the hall looking for you. The door to Hoseok's room was closed and there was no noise inside. The other hallway door, the bathroom door, was open, he checked, and you were not there. Down the stairs, he passed the living room and headed toward the kitchen, but you weren’t there either. Jungkook frowned, beginning to wonder where you might be. He went up to the porch but didn’t find you. He went to the garage because he knew that sometimes you liked to sit in the car and listen to music, but there was no sign of you there either. You never go out without telling him, so he thought that was strange.

Jungkook went back to the bedroom and picked up the phone on the table beside the bed, thinking that you could have left a message on his cell phone to not wake him, but there was nothing, no messages or calls from you. He frowned, and let his head drop slightly to the side. Where had you gone? He couldn’t remember anything you said you needed to do so early that day.

"I can see that you're thinking really hard, there's almost smoke coming out of your head.” Hoseok's voice caught his eye, causing him to turn with one eyebrow arched to his friend with messy hair and sleepy face that was propped up on the doorway. “I know that expression. What happened?”

“Did you see (Y/N) leaving this morning?”

"No. I just got up, why?" He asked yawning, rubbing his hand over his face, trying to stave off sleep.

“She never goes out without telling me.” He said by dialing your phone number. “Her cell phone's off.”

"She may have gone for a walk.”

“She is as lazy as I am in the mornings, she doesn’t go out for morning walks.”

Several theories began to form in Jungkook's head. What if you had cried at last night's sex because it was a good-bye sex and you were going to leave him? What if you had decided that you didn’t want to stay with him and went to your parents' house to ask to go back to live with them? And if you had gone to the police to tell everything that had happened in the pub? This was not even the worst thought he had, for him the worst thing that could happen, it was not the police knocking on his door with an arrest warrant. The worst thing for him was losing you. He was addicted to you, obsessed with you, he loved you as he was never able to love anyone, not even his own parents. He was the most confident man on earth, but when it came to you, nothing in the world seemed enough to him and he felt insecure all the time. Jungkook's head was spinning as Hoseok's voice caught his attention.

“What are you thinking, Jeon?” He turned to Jung, with clenched jaw.

“If she doesn’t come back in two hours, I want everyone from Century looking for her.”

In the meantime, you were drinking soda in a coffee shop table while you were waiting for your friends. Your head was full of things and needs to cool down before you went crazy. The fact that Taehyung had hurt himself and Jungkook didn’t seem to care was bothering you. You wanted to think it was because he was probably accustomed to such situations, but the truth was he didn’t really care. Things were still very fresh in your memory, so every time you remembered the blood running through Taehyung’s fingers and his screams of pain, made you shiver and feel even worse when you imagined it could be Jungkook instead. You wanted to talk to him, clarify everything, understand what had happened in that pub by his words. but at the same time, you didn’t want to know what he had done in there, because you knew he didn’t do anything good.

"So what is the purpose of the meeting at this hour of the morning, the day before graduation?" Suhee asked, leaning her arms on the table. You made your best face of indignation. “We need to sleep very well the 48 hours before the event, so we don’t have dark circles.”

"I'm fucked up then. I didn’t sleep well tonight."

"Did you and Jungkook spend the night committing crimes again? Or were you fucking like two animals in heat? Again.” Suhee laughed and got slapped from Becca.

“Can’t you see she's worried, Suhee?” Becca scolded her before turning to you. "Why didn’t you sleep well last night? Did you and Jungkook fight?”

“Yes, but this time it was a different fight ... We reconciled and everything, but, I don’t know. It seems that something is wrong.” You said uncertainly, looking at the people walking in the mall courtyard, through the coffee shop window. “It seems to lack something. I don’t know.”

"Have you talked to him about it?" Suhee asked and you denied it.

“I left before he woke up. I don’t know if I'm ready to talk to him about it.” You scratched your head, feeling your neurons burn. “I just want one day with my friends. Without Men. Just us. We're going to graduate tomorrow, and we don’t even match what we're going to do after graduation”

“Of course, you don’t step away from Jungkook. I know he has something we don’t have, but I think we deserve a little more attention.” Becca whimpered making you laugh. She was right, the last few weeks, you were spending more time with Jungkook and his friends than with yours. They missed you and you them, Jeon could wait. “What do you think about going shopping? I need clothes for the end of the year, my parents want to spend Christmas with my sister in ...”

And you three went walking through the mall, talking, laughing and joking. You needed that time for you, to forget some of the crazy life that Jungkook had.

"Are not you going back to your parents' house?" Suhee asked as your and she waited for Becca to bring the popcorn. After having lunch together, you decided that you would watch a movie together. The two of you were standing at the entrance to the room, propped against the wall. You looked at her and shrugged.

“I miss them, but I know if i go back to their house, they'll start the same story that Jungkook is not good enough for me, we're going to fight, and it will continue like this for the rest of our lives. And I don’t wanna this.”

“Don’t you think that was too fast, (Y/N)? You are not even a year together ...” You just sighed and shrugged, not having much to say. Becca came with the popcorn and so you went into the movie theater.

Jungkook was pacing the room with his cell phone in his ear, trying for the thousandth time to talk to you, but your cell phone was still off.  It was past four o'clock and you still had not given any sign of life. The theories in his head were beginning to materialize, and the only thing he could think of was that you had left him. And that couldn’t happen, he loved you, he needed you, you were being his curb, and even if he sometimes thought it unnecessary, without you, he would lose control. He had told the others to go out into the city and look for you, and he would stay there in case you came back, but he just couldn’t stand the wait. The roar of the clock was making him angry, making him even more anxious. then he grabbed his leather jacket, stuffed his cell phone in his pocket, and took the keys from the car, heading out of the house like a hurricane, into the car and out into the city.

Jeon visited every place he had taken you, went to bars, pubs, parks, snack bars. He went to school to see if you were with the graduation organization team, but no sign of you. He went to Becca and Suhee's house, but there was no one home, he went to your parents' house, but there was no one either. He started to roam the streets near the places you used to like to go, but he still couldn’t find you. He cursed and punched the steering wheel every time the theories came back to haunt him.

After 6 in the afternoon, he returned home only to find the four boys with empty hands. He kicked the coffee table in the living room and began pacing back and forth, tugging at his hair nervously. Hoseok was leaning against the wall, his head hanging down and his arms crossed, his gaze following Jungkook under his lashes, visibly irritated by his friend's useless despair. He was sure you'd just go around to cool your head because of everything that had happened, and the fact that Jungkook was out of control was precisely because you were his trigger. Without you, he would lose control of his emotions and actions.

Hoseok had the same kind of sociopathy as Jeon, but it was a million times more controlled and I was finding it pathetic, but on one hand he could understand, you was important to all of them and he didn’t want you to go away.  And that intrigued him a lot.

“She can’t be missing out on this fucking town.” Jungkook shouted when Namjoon said he had not found you anywhere. “I need to find her, she can’t leave me.”

“Maybe she's just hanging out with her friends, man. Last night was too hard for her, she deserves to cool her head.” Taehyung said and Jungkook stared at him, his eyes burning with fury. He moved toward the boy and grabbed him by the collar of his T-shirt.

“It's all your fault.” Jungkook snarled near the boy's face, which frowned. “If you weren’t so stupid and distracted, you wouldn’t have been shot and she would not have been mad at me for you having hurt yourself. She left because of you.”

“It's not his fault, Jungkook.” Hoseok said intervening, walking over them. “He couldn’t predict what would happen. None of us could”

"But you should.” He growled, pushing Taehyung back hard.

“And we don’t know if she's gone. (Y/N) wouldn’t do that.” Yoongi said. “Let's take a walk around the city again and look some more.”

“Jin said that he called all the police stations in the city, but (Y/N) didn’t appear in any of them.” Namjoon said coming back from the kitchen after answering his friend's call. "She didn’t report us."

"She wouldn’t do that." Hoseok said with a weary sigh. "And you should know that, Jungkook."

"Do you think I care if she tells the police or not? I want my girl here, by my side, or heads will roll in this town." Jungkook yelled, punching the wall. The boys looked at each other tiredly, but obeyed the leader's command, leaving the house one by one until only Jeon and Jung were inside. Hoseok stared at Jungkook for a moment until he turned to face each other. Hoseok was the only one who was never intimidated by Jungkook's dark gaze.

"What if she doesn’t want to be on your side? What if she really ran away?”

"I want to hear it from her mouth. Then she can go wherever she wants.” Jungkook said walking toward the door.

"Are not you going to try to arrest her here or something?"

“I FUCKING LOVE HER, DAMN IT.” Jeon shouted, turning around to face Hoseok. “I would never touch that girl to hurt her, she's the only person in the world that I would never think of hurting. I just want to hear from her mouth that we had no chance of being together. I just want her to look me in my eyes and say it's all over. And then I'll leave her alone.”

It was past seven at night. You and your friends were walking the streets lit by streetlights. You were singing and dancing a song that the three of you worshiped, it's been a long time since you've been together for so long. You'd even forgotten about Jungkook and what had happened last night.

"Guys, are you having the feeling that we're being followed?" Becca asked and you looked up from the sidewalk to look at her looking sideways, you did the same. “I'm feeling it since we left the mall.”

"Me too." SuHee answered and you frowned. Had Jungkook put one of his friends to follow you? No, he wouldn’t do that. It was not possible that he would do something like that. You glanced around for some familiar face, but you just saw a hooded man walking a few yards behind you. You wondered if you should question him, to see if he was really following you, but it would be very strange to come to someone randomly on the street and ask such a question. You hugged your friends by the shoulders and began to pull them with you, deciding to just walk faster. Sometimes you would glance back coverfully to see if the man was still there and every time you looked, you had the feeling that he was getting closer and closer. That was weird. Not wanting to risk it, you waved to a taxi in the street. The driver stopped and you three went into the backseat.

You decided it was time to go home. It was almost eight at night, and all three were tired, the next day would be the graduation ceremony and they all wanted to be rested. You left the girls in their homes first before heading to yours. When you got there, you noticed that the cars of Yoongi, Taehyung and Jin were there. They must be doing some meeting. You thought.

Walking at a normal pace, you reached the porch and opened the door to enter the living room. As you turn to head for the ladder, after closing the door behind you, you have come upon some eyes on you. Yoongi and Taehyung were sitting on the couch while Hoseok was propped against the wall next to the kitchen door. Jin was sitting in the armchair beside the sofa and Namjoon sitting in front of the center table of the room, with a notebook on his lap and his back propped up on the couch. They all looked surprised and relieved to see you.

You were about to ask what was going on, when your attention was called to the loud, heavy steps that Jungkook had down the stairs and went like a hurricane, screaming at you.

“But where the fuck were you, (Y/N)?” He screamed with red face and veins of neck jumping. You involuntarily took a step back, banging your back on the front door, wide-eyed, startled by the scream.

“Wow! Slow down, badboy!" You said raising your hands in innocence. "I was with Becca and Suhee.”

“And why the hell don’t you answer that fucking phone? Do you know how worried I was with you? We run the whole city looking for you.” He screamed again, throwing his hands up, taking a few steps away from you, taking a deep breath. You raised your eyebrows, confused as to why they were looking for you. You just spent the day off, it was not like you ran away ... And that thought lit a light in your head.

“Did you think I'd run away?” You asked, and all eyes fell on you, including the dark, enraged eyes of Jungkook, who was now with his hands on his waist, breathing deeply several times. You laughed and shook your head in disbelief, having thoughts confirmed by them. "Why would I run away? Just because you are a gang and my boyfriend is the leader?”

"Honestly? That's exactly why." Jin replied, making you laugh again.

“I knew where I was getting myself when I accepted what Jungkook does. I would not run away.” You said looking back at Jungkook who did not take his eyes off you. He still had a frown, and his gaze was still full of doubt. “I'm hungry, Hoseok, can you order a pizza for us?" You asked, turning to the guy next to you who had been silent until then. He shook his head nodding, and waving at them you went up the stairs. You needed a shower. As soon as you entered your room, Jungkook came in behind you and slammed the door, making you let out a sigh of irritation. “Seriously, Jungkook. Calm down. The door didn’t do anything to you.”

“Do you have a notion of the fear I had of you having left me, (Y/N)?” He asked in a low voice, even more angry. You turned to him, shaking your head.

“I have friends too. And I needed to get away from your life for just one day, or I would go crazy. And I'm glad you felt the pain of almost losing who you love, because I felt exactly like that yesterday.” You said with sarcasm, sitting on the bed and taking off your boots.

"Why was your phone turned off?"

“Because the battery is dead.”

"And why didn’t you wake me up to say you were going out?"

"Because I didn’t want to.”

“Have you thought about running away?” He asked, and that made you stop untying the boot. You sighed and looked up at him, his hands on his waist, bent over one foot, clenched jaw, his eyebrows lowered. No, you hadn’t thought of that possibility.

“What if I have thought it?” You asked, and his eyes widened slightly, his breathing was getting heavy and the blood dripped from his face. You hadn’t thought of running away or reporting him to the police, but you had to know what he would do if you had tried. “What would you have done?”

“I would have killed myself.” He answered without thinking twice, staring at you with deep eyes, without blinking, without any hesitation in his voice. That surprised you, to the point you flinch to the sounds of his words. "That's what I would have done, because I found purpose in you, (Y/N). Yeah, that sounds like the biggest cliché shit of all time and I never imagined myself saying that shit, but you're the most important thing I have. So, if you had run away, yelled at me to stay away from you, if you kick me out of your life and run to a police station to report me, I would kill anyone who could harm you and then I would die, because I would have no more for what to live. I always lived in black and white, (Y/N), you brought color to my life.” He finished speaking softly, calmly.

You had nothing to say, you were shocked by what he had said. Would he kill himself? Suicide? You blinked a few times, it was like a shot in the middle of your chest, right in your heart. The intensity of those words, instead of leaving you in pure comfort, knowing that he loved you unconditionally, those words made you feel bad, to think that he could hurt himself because of you. You lowered your head, still processing his words.

“Why did you cry yesterday?” He asked in a broken voice, making you look back at him, seeing his eyes filled with water. Oh God, he was going to cry? You've never seen Jungkook cry. “It was because of me? Did I do something that hurt you? Did I hurt you, (Y/N)? Do you want to leave? You want to leave me? Was sex yesterday a farewell? Are you thinking of running away while I'm sleeping or something?”

You could hear the desperation in his voice, and you were sure he could collapse at any minute. You wanted him to feel what you felt, but not that way. You never wanted to see him cry. Seeing the man you love, the one who was not affected by feelings, in that state was making your heart ache even more. How could someone with sociopathy have that kind of reaction? He didn’t even shake when you fought over Taehyung being shot, so how was he shaken by the thought of you running away? Maybe you had to seek professional help to understand it better, but at that moment, you needed to calm the heart of your man.

You got out of your thoughts and looked back at Jungkook who was still in the same position as before. You reached out to him and he blinked a few times, walking toward you, kneeling and crawling up to your thighs where he rested his head, embracing your legs. You had never seen him so vulnerable. He was always so strong and full of himself, so confident, but at that moment he just looked like an ordinary man, afraid of losing the woman he loves.

“I cried because the fear I felt of losing you yesterday, coupled with the euphoria I feel every time I'm with you and I couldn’t hold back the tears. A lot happened yesterday, and I was shaken.” You said, stroking his hair with one hand while with the other, you stroked his back. “I didn’t cry because you hurt me or because it was a good-bye sex, Jungkook. I love you. And I didn’t think of leaving you, I just went for a walk with the girls, I needed to go out with my friends.”

"You promise?" He asked. He raised his head and looked at you, the black eyes now cleared of any bad feeling, just shining with your image, with a bunny smile so full of innocence that made you gasp and smile at how childlike and pure he was being at that moment. “Promise you will not leave me, ever?”

You shook your head, nodding and bent, kissing him.

“I promise. I want to take a shower. I've been walking all day and I'm a mess.”

“Can I go with you?” He asked sitting on his heels, propping his hands on your thighs, excited. You nodded, watching him get up and start undressing, before grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the room, running only in his underwear down the hall, toward the bathroom, making you laugh.

"My God, you made up quickly." Namjoon's voice said, drawing your attention to the other side of the hall at the top of the stairs. He was standing there, laughing.

"She loves Me." Jungkook said smiling, before pulling you inside and slamming the door, pulling you into a kiss. The bath would not be quick.

During the shower, after you had sex, Jungkook told you that the day after graduation, he would take you to look at some houses, to buy a bigger one for you to live in. After the pizza and everything was properly explained, and after the boys were calmer, they decided to leave. In the middle of the night, you were still rolling in bed, unable to sleep anxiously for the next day. You stood up, and walked out of the bedroom, not wanting to stay in bed and wake Jungkook. When you reached the top of the stairs, you noticed that the kitchen light was on. Someone had forgotten to turn it off or Hoseok was there.

The second option was confirmed when upon reaching the door, you observed Hoseok sitting in the chair, leaning on the back of the chair and with his feet on the table. He was shirtless, and you noticed a tattoo of a black skull on his chest, and you could be sure that the skull had a macabre smile. There was a sentence in a language you didn’t understand, written around the drawing. You never know he had a tattoo. He had a bottle of beer in one hand and his cell phone was in the other, making him distracted. The black hair was messy, like he's just woken up. There was an ashtray on the table, and a cigarette that still burned rested inside, with smoke coming out of it. When did he start smoking? You asked mentally.

Hoseok lifted the beer bottle for another sip, but as soon as the bottle spout was on his lips, his senses warned him of something and his eyes left the screen of the phone and slid to you making him freeze his actions and stare you. He looked you slowly from top to bottom, his eyes darkened, noting that you were wearing only one of Jungkook's black blouses, showing your thighs and wearing bunny-like socks on your feet. He looked back into your eyes, intrigued. For him you were beautiful, sexy, smart, funny full of emotions and innocent, so what were you doing there between two drug-dealing murderers who liked to see blood dripping? Why the hell did he have the feeling that you were breaking into his mind and destroying him? It was strange, he did not feel anything for you, but he liked your company. He look at you and see a person he should despise, so pathetic and innocent with all those feelings involving your soul and your heart. You were a lamb between two lions. So easy to manipulate. A perfect prey for him. But there was something that kept him from doing something against you. Not the fact that you were Jeon's girl, but it was something else that kept him from being the evil man he liked to be. Maybe you were his trigger too. And if that were true, he would be totally fucked.

"Like what you see?" He asked when he saw you still staring at him. You widened your eyes and your cheeks reddened, making him laugh. So inocent. He thought. You opened his mouth to answer, but frowned when you realized what he had just done.

"Are you trying to flirt with me?"

"I wouldn’t dare.” He pointed to the chair next to him, so you could sit down. So you did. You sat down beside him and leaned your arms on the table. “Can’t sleep?”

“No, I'm looking forward to graduation. I've waited for it my whole life, but now I feel like I'm going to miss school. I don't know.” You said biting your lips. Hoseok just nodded and offered the bottle of beer. You took a sip as he took a drag on his cigarette. “Since when do you smoke?”

“Since Jungkook and I founded Century.” He replied, throwing his head back and blowing the smoke out of his mouth. “I don’t usually smoke near others, I like doing this when I'm alone or after work. It's comforting.”

“It's toxic and can kill you.” You said grimacing. Hoseok laughed sarcastically and looked at you. “What?”

“I'm from a gang that sells drugs and uses fists and violence to get what they want, (Y/N). If I still haven’t died with a bullet in my forehead, it will not be a cigarette that will knock me over.” He said taking another drag and releasing the smoke on your face, making you cough and wag the front of your face with your hand, dispersing the smoke and seeing an amused smile coming out of his lips.

“What is the meaning of the tattoo?” You asked, pointing to his chest. He stared at his chest before glaring at you.

“When we die, the only thing left is our bones. I did this to remind myself that people are nothing more than a bag of bones covered in red meat and blood.”  He replied with darkening eyes again, making your body shiver with the coldness in his words.

"And what does the phrase say?"

"There is no salvation for those who don’t want to be saved." He replied, and you swallowed. His eyes were so clouded with something you couldn’t identify. Hoseok was so mysterious sometimes, so gloomy. And sometimes his eyes cause you chills, like they were empty. As if he were empty. His eyes were so different from Jungkook's eyes that were always full of intentions, while Jung's eyes were almost always empty, as if he felt nothing, free of feelings or internal conflicts.

“What does that mean?” You asked, not sure if you wanted to hear the answer. Hoseok studied you for a few seconds before smiling with the corner of his mouth.

“One day you will find out, little one.”  He swallowed his cigarette again, and you frowned, lowering your head. Why did you feel as if those words were a kind of warning to you?

“Hoseok, can you explain something to me?” You asked and he looked at you again, nodding. “How does your mind and the Jungkook's mind work?” He raised an eyebrow, not understanding the question. “I mean, how do you control sociopathy? You said that it is a rare syndrome that few sociopaths have, that these few can control their feelings. How does it work?”

“Why are you asking me this now? You didn’t seem to care about that before.” He said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. You shrugged.

“It's just ... I'm confused. Jungkook doesn’t care about many things. Yesterday he didn’t care about Taehyung being shot, and sometimes he really shows that nothing is important, but ...”

“But when it comes to you, he seems to conflict with all the feelings he has for you.” He completed your sentence, saying exactly what you were thinking, making you eye-popping. Hoseok laughed and dropped his cigarette in the ashtray. He took his feet off the table and turned his body to you. "You're his trigger."

“What does that mean?”

“Triggers on guns are used to fire. Emotional triggers have the same definition, but instead of bullets, they trigger reactions, trigger emotions. Sociopaths don’t feel things like love and compassion because our triggers are technically inactive, but sociopaths with emotional syndrome, like me and Jungkook, can connect to a person which functions as a button to turn on our inactive triggers. And that person becomes the only thing we care about. When we attach to that person, our feelings for her are true and intense, and we would do everything for her, we would do everything to see her happy and safe, but our emotions are limited to her alone. With the rest of the world, we still don’t care.” He say without taking his eyes off you and you could feel the intensity of the words while linking Jungkook's actions to all that. “Jungkook began to try his best to care for other people, after meeting you, even if he finds it unnecessary, he tries because of you, because that would make you feel happy, seeing that he has friendship for other people. Because you're his trigger. You're the only one who can take good things from him. And you're the only one who can hurt him emotionally. You're the only one who can destroy him from the inside.”

“He said if I left him, he ... he would kill himself.” You whispered, looking down at your hands. Hoseok sighed and shrugged, shaking his head. “Was he serious?”

“Yes." Hoseok remarked, making you look back at him. “Without a trigger, a weapon is inactive, a bomb cannot explode, feelings become numb. When a sociopath with emotional syndrome loses his trigger, we didn’t get back to having an inactive trigger, because in fact the trigger breaks. A broken trigger means that the weapon can continue shooting until the ammunition runs out, and in relation to feelings, they go out of control. All human beings have a mental barrier, a blockage. a protection that keeps us from trying to kill ourselves. People with depression, people who cut themselves, who attempt suicide, they have this damaged barrier. But the sociopaths with emotional syndrome, when our trigger breaks, our mental barrier completely collapses. And feelings take control of our body, they fill our heads with the thought and feeling that we cannot live without that person, without our trigger. So, we simply have no purpose or what to live for. And our only option becomes death.”

You should not have asked. That was what you thought at the moment, feeling your eyes fill with tears at the thought that if something happened to you, Jungkook would not live his life normally.

But soon another thought took over your mind. How did Hoseok know that much?

“You ... Have you been through this?” You asked and Hoseok smiled, denying.

“I'm still alive, aren’t I?” He said, and you nodded. He took a deep breath and bit his lip before looking at the clock on his cell phone screen. “It's late, you better go to sleep, little one. If you have more questions tomorrow, I promise I'll answer.”

You nodded again, rising from the chair as he turned his attention to his cell phone, and walked toward the door. Before leaving, you turned to him and smile gratefully.

“Hoseok." You called him, and he turned his eyes from the screen to you. "Thank you for telling me this."

He looked you up and down again and nodded.

“Good night, (Y/N).”

“Good night, Sunshine.”

The Graduation was scheduled to begin at 6 pm, but you had woken up at 10 a.m. to start organizing. You'd fix your hair at home and then go to Becca's house where SuHee would be too, and you were going to put on your makeup and together you would go to the ceremony. You planned this from your freshman year of high school and finally that day was coming.

This was another step towards adulthood. So many things had happened in those years of school and now you were sitting in the armchair of the bedroom you shared with Jungkook, wearing only your panties and one of the only white social shirts he had in his wardrobe. A year ago you would never have imagined any of this happening to you, absolutely none of it. What would have happened to you if you had not taken that ride? What if you had refused his invitation to take you to that party? Would he have insisted or would not you be together today?

“I can’t find any plausible explanation for you to be there and not here by my side.” Your man's voice brought you out of your thoughts and now he was lying on his side in bed, facing you, only with the blanket covering the rest of his naked body.

“What would have happened if I had not taken your ride? You would have insisted or would have given up?” You asked and he bit his lip corner, letting out a heavy sigh. He sat on the bed and stood up, letting the blanket fall on the floor and reveal his naked body, showing his morning erection.

He walked over to you and knelt in front of you, laying his hands on your thighs.

“I would have insisted.” He said using his hands to open his legs slowly. “I would have insisted until you told me to go to hell and stay away from you, or until give me a chance to make you feel good.” He said grabbing your calves and pulling you a little forward, making you almost lie down in the armchair. He placed your legs propped up on the arms of the armchair and you smiled biting your lips. “Not wanting to be cliché, but you were the only girl that made me want to spend the rest of my life with.” He said caressing you over the panties. “And it's certainly the only one that can make me want to stay inside you all day long.” He pulled your panties aside and began to caress your clit with his tongue, making you moan and bring your hand up to his hair. “You're like a drug to me, the most delicious in the whole world, and after I've tasted you, I've become addicted and now I cannot live without you because I'm totally dependent on you.” He whispered against your pussy, and started to suck you again, causing you to arch back and moan loudly, biting your lips.

Jungkook stroked your entrance with his forefinger before penetrating you and feeling you tighten around him, making him groan as he didn’t take his eyes off you. He loved to see how you liked him down there. He loved to taste you, to feel you pulsing around him, begging for an orgasm. But he literally loved it when you rubbed your pussy in his mouth, wanting more. He added another finger and you pressed his hair between your fingers and he laughed increasing the pressure of his tongue on your clit and the speed of his fingers that came in and out of you with force.

“Shit Jungkook, fuck me hard. Now." You moaned, leaving his hair and holding the sides of the armchair. He wasted no time and stood up, positioning his cock in your entrance and slowly penetrating you. Panting and biting his li. Seconds later he was in and out of you quickly and hard, the way you two liked.

“I love the way you pulsates around me, baby.” He groaned, his forehead pressed against yours, his hips moving toward yours. You grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down, kissing him to stifle the moans.

It was not long before you were both cumming and exhausted.

“I can’t believe we’re finally getting rid of that hell.” Suhee said as Becca put makeup on her eyes. The three were getting ready in Becca’s room and would soon be heading toward the school where the graduation ceremony would happen.

“I don’t know why so much celebration, next year we will be studying again.” You said putting the lipstick to your lips, sitting in front of Becca’s dressing table.

“Yeah, but next year, we’re going to be gorgeous, hot fledglings among a bunch of hot, veteran hot guys. The college has a lot better than the school, we can make our schedules, have the fraternities parties, we can leave class when we want, have a lot of cat and smart man.” Becca said.

“Or donkeys and rich.” Suhee completed making you laugh. “You should have chosen a better course, (Y/N). Physics classes should not have many profitable men.”

“I’m not going to college to look for men, I already have mine and I’m very happy with him.”

“Did you and he make up?”

“Yeah, we talked yesterday and it’s okay. Luckily I do not regret being with him.” You said turning in the chair and facing the bed, looking at your friends.

“Girls, are you ready?” Becca’s mother yelled downstairs. “It’s picture time.”

“We're going, Mother.” The girl screamed and the three went down to the living room, gathering in front of the sofa to take the long-awaited graduation photo. None of you could explain in words the feeling of finally being formed, of finally taking a turn in your lives, and finally doing it together, as you always dreamed.

“What the fuck, I'm going to be late.” Jungkook grunted as he slipped his tie around his neck, staring at the bathroom mirror. He had been so busy with some things he had to do that day, that he had lost his time and now if he didn’t rush to get ready, he would be late for the graduation ceremony. He was not at all excited about all this, he hated the people at school and had no desire to participate, but you almost begged him to be there, and he couldn’t say no to you, even because he rarely said no to you. “Shit. (Y/N) will kill me.”

“You aren't afraid to fight guys twice your size, but you're afraid to be late for an event because of (Y/N)?” Hoseok stopped at the bathroom door, laughing at his friend. "You've gone from big bad wolf to little puppy."

“That's what a woman does to a man. If I'm late for this crap, she'll be able to stay for a month without having sex with me.” They both laughed. “How is the situation of the houses?”

“The Realtor said they are ready for visitors. Both have a basement that has the structure to make the panic room like the one we have here. It will probably be more spacious than here and will be able to store more weapons and more products. But you know she's going to find it, don’t you?”

Jeon was about to answer when he felt the cell vibrating in the pocket of his pants.

"Shit.” He mumbled picking up the phone in his pocket as Hoseok turned his back, walking towards the stairs, knowing that from then on, Jungkook rather be alone.

Jeon frowned as he saw a text message on his cell phone, from an unknown number. "Can you protect your girl from everything?" The blood drained from his face, and he dropped the tie around his neck, dialing your number and beginning to call you, as he turned away from the bathroom and yelled for Hoseok.

“Come on, shit!”

“What's up man?” Jung, who was still at the top of the stairs, stopped and turned back, seeing Jeon beginning to turn red and his eyes slightly wide.

“Something will happen with (Y/N).” Jungkook said trying to call you one more time. “An unknown number sent a message to my cell phone, I think she's in danger...”

"Yes, baby?" Your voice said across the line, making him sigh with relief.

“Damn, where are you?” He asked, pulling on his tie and throwing it into the hallway as he walked toward the stairs with Hoseok in front of him.

“What do you mean, where am I? At school. Where are you? The ceremony starts in 15 minutes ...”

“Listen to me, stay close to the people, don’t get away from the other students, get it?” He ordered, walking toward the front door. “If you feel in danger, yell as loud as you can, okay?”

“Yeah, but what's going on?” You asked confused.

“Just do what I'm saying, (Y/N). I'll be there in a few minutes.” He said leaving the house, going towards the car.

“All right.”

He hung up.

“Call the others and send them to school.” He ordered Hoseok as soon as they had entered the Dodge. He shook hands on the wheel and drove exceeding 100 hours, passing a red light, causing a mess in traffic. At the moment he was not worried about fines or the police, but thinking of a thousand ways to torture and kill whoever had sent that message and threatened the life of his girl.

“Is everything alright?” Suhee asked as soon as she saw that you had hung up the phone and had a question mark almost drawn on your forehead. You turned to her with a frown.

“Yes, it was Jungkook ... He was strange ...”

“Come on  (Y/N), let's agree that your boyfriend is not the most normal guy you ever met, right?”

“(Y/N).” Becca approached. "Your parents are sitting near the stage, they were asking about you. I think you should go talk to them, they seemed to be sad.”

“I’ll go there. If Jungkook arrives, tell him where I am.” You said turning away and walking through the field, where the stage was set. Walking through the chairs, you reached the side of the parents and relatives, where you saw their seated in the first two chairs of the second row. You bit your lips and walked toward them. It's been a while since you've talked to either of them. Since leaving home, you had not yet contacted them and was not really sure they would be there that day, but you were glad they were there. "Hi." You said and they both looked at you. Your mother instantly covered her mouth with both hands, beginning to cry. “Mom, what ...”

“You look so beautiful in this outfit, my dear.” She said hugging her and crying compulsively. You smiled and hugged her back. You looked at your father standing there, just watching you two with a sad look on his face. You just smiled at him, reaching out for him, calling him into the embrace. Having a family hug. He also cried. The last time you saw him crying, it was when your sister decided to move.

“I'm sorry for everything, (Y / N). We miss you.” He said.

"It's all right, Daddy. I miss you too.”

"Then come back home, my dear." Your mother said after you undo the hug. You took a deep breath and gave them a comforting smile. You didn’t want to fight with them, again. “I cannot stand the anguish of not knowing if you're doing well or not.”

"I'm fine, I swear, Jungkook is taking good care of me, I'm happy."

"And where is he?" Your mother asked and your father became serious. Even admitting that he was wrong to slap you and even miss you, he hadn’t forgotten that he didn’t like the boy.

"He's coming, he's only a little late ..."

"Everyone at your seats, please, the ceremony begins in 5 minutes ..." The speaker said into the microphone, and suddenly with the nervousness, you felt a great urge to go to the bathroom.

“I'm going to the bathroom before the ceremony starts, maybe after we can go out for dinner, maybe you can give Jungkook a try.” You asked with a hopeful smile on your face.

“Sure. We can try.” Your father said, pulling a gigantic smile from your face who waved and began to run to the lockiing room in the field where there was a ladies' room that you could use.

After using the toilet, you stopped in front of the mirror and took a deep breath after washing your hands. You were forming, literally going into adulthood. You'd soon start working and college. And you were happy, glad you accepted that ride Jungkook offered you. You were definitely happy with him despite some things that happened over the weeks, but you were sure that everything would get better, you just had to have faith.

You took off the cap and fixed your hair. Through the mirror, you saw the door being opened and a man who was twice your size came in. He was wearing a janitor's uniform, but you had never seen him there. You decided to ignore it, turning your attention to your hair, but when you saw that the man had not moved, you turned to him, waiting for him to say what he wanted.

“You are (Y/N), right?” He asked as he slowly approached you, like a predator approaching its prey. You frowned and looked at him suspiciously, nodding right after.

"And you are?"

"I'm a friend of Jungkook." He said even closer, forcing you to take steps back.

“I know all of Jungkook's friends. You are not one of them. Get out of here.”

“Of course, but first ...” And he lunged at you, pushing you against the wall and cupping your nose and mouth with a damp cloth, giving you no chance to scream. You started to get dizzy until you passed out in that man's arms.

Jungkook made the tires of his car roar as he skidded into the entrance of the school parking lot. He stopped anyway, leaving the vehicle desperately, with Hoseok. Another car stopped there, and the other three boys left, followed Jeon who were running toward the soccer field behind the school building. When they got there, they saw that heap of people in the field, parents and students, teachers, and needed to find you, so he told the boys to divide and look for her in the crowd. The desperation of not being fast enough, and something to have happened to you, took control of your body and he cursed himself for still having feelings.

"Suhee!" He screamed as he saw your friend talking to some other students. He grabbed her arm, turning her at once, startling her. “Did you see (Y/N)?”

"Uh yes, she went to her parents. They are there in front ..." He did not let her finish speaking and ran through the crowd, bumping into some, but not bothering to apologize, like always, trying to get to the front of the seats where he spotted your parents sitting.

"Did you see (Y/N)?" He asked as he approached. The two who had previously talked among themselves looked at him in surprise.

"Yes, and ..."

"Where is she? Do you know where she went?" He asked again, interrupting them. He was visibly irritated and worried, and your parents realized that.

" Did something happen..."

"Just tell me where she went, damn it, I have no time for questions." He almost shrieked nervously.

"She went to the bathroom, I think in the locker room ..."

Jeon turned and saw Hoseok passing almost on the other side of him.

“Hoseok.” Jeon caught his attention as he turned toward him. “Locker room.” He shouted, pointing to the field dressing room. They both ran toward the locker room, Jungkook nearly ripped open the bathroom door. There was no one inside, but there was a cap over the sink.

“There is no one in the male either.” Hoseok said entering the room. Jungkook picked up the phone, already with his hands shaking and tried to call you, but the number just turned off.

“FUCK.” He shouted kicking the door of one of the cabins tightly. Hatred bubbled in his veins. The two of them left the locker room, meeting the other three boys who shook their heads. Jungkook clenched his hands in fist, pacing back and forth, thinking desperately about something, in any solution. Who was the son of a bitch who dared do that? He thought.

“What should we do now?” Taehyung asked. Jeon spotted your parents heading toward them and not having the patience to argue or quarrel, knowing he might be running out of time, he motioned for them to follow him back into the parking lot.

“Whoever kidnapped her must have taken her to some hiding place, Yoongi, call Jin and ask him to delve our contacts, see if anybody saw some suspicious acting in some rival gang. Taehyung, the school has cameras in the corridors, I want you to find a way to pick up the recordings of today and find (Y/N) and the son of a bitch who kidnapped her. Namjoon, I want you to try to trace her number and the number that sent me the message, try to find out which location it was used, then look around the area and see if there are sheds, closed industries, abandoned buildings and let me know.” They all nodded.

“They would not be dumb enough to use the phone near the hiding place, Jeon.” Taehyung said, and Hoseok let out a sarcastic laugh.

"If they were dumb enough to kidnap Jungkook's girlfriend, then make sure they're dumb to anything else."

At the same moment, Jungkook's phone vibrated in his pocket. As he picked it up, he saw it was another message, but this time it was a picture. You were lying in the backseat of a car, unconscious.

"That was the most shit idea anyone could have." He snarled. “I want the head of this bastard.”

When you started to open your eyes, your views were blurry. You were dizzy and felt sleepy. You wanted to raise your hand to rub your eyes, but you couldn’t. Looking down, you saw that your arms were tied around the arms of the uncomfortable wooden chair you were sitting on. Confused, you blinked a few times, shaking your head, trying to remember what had happened. With your senses coming back and your memories too, you began to panic as you remembered what had happened before you passed out, which made you start pulling your arms out of the brown leather handcuffs that held you. Straining to free your wrists.

Seeing you could not free yourself, you began to look around, trying to get a sense of where you were. It seemed to be a basement somewhere, you didn’t know for sure. In front of you was another chair. It had a giant iron machine on your left side that was dusty, and looked rusty. On your right side was a table and a few cardboard boxes around it. There were some papers on the table.

You couldn’t move your head to look back, so you couldn’t see what was behind you, but in front of you, behind the empty chair, there was an iron ladder leaning against the wall leading to a door, so maybe you were on one floor under another floor. It was really a basement. You were not desperate, yes, you were scared, but not to the point of being desperate with it, and you didn’t know why. Most people would start screaming and crying for help, hopelessly trying to let go, but you were clear-minded, trying to think of why you were there.

The first thing you remembered was the man who attacked you in the bathroom in the school locker room. You looked down and still had your scholarship. The second thing was Jungkook. The call he'd made to you, asking you not to get away from people, that's what he was talking about, he knew something would happen, And that man said he was Jungkook’s friend, which led to the third conclusion, they had kidnapped you because of him. You sighed and let your head fall forward, now you need to remain calm, but instead of calming down, you felt irritation.

“This is the result you getting involved with a drug dealer, (Y/N). Besides you being forced to see your friend bleeding for being shot, and nearly losing your boyfriend in the middle of this story, now you’re stuck in a fucking bad remake of The Godfather. Why couldn’t you fall in love with the school nerd? The most dangerous thing he could be doing right now was building a killer robot. But no, you had to fall in love with Jeon Jungkook.” You grunted through your teeth, sarcastically as you tried to release your arms by pulling hard, giving an angry grunt, lowering your head in frustration.

It was when the creak of the door that led to that ladder caught your attention, making you look up. You saw four men entering. Both wearing black trousers and white blouses, both with guns in their hands. Your heart raced and your breathing threatened to do the same, but you pulled the air and held it for a few seconds, before exhaling and clenched the jaw. Your body wanted to despair, your arms and legs wanted to shake and your eyes wanted to tear, but you forced your mind not to do so. Stay calm (Y / N). You told yourself. You have to be strong. They're very big weapons, but you'll be fine.

As those four men approached and formed a circle around you, another man came in and closed the door behind him. Before he went down he paused for a moment at the top of the stairs.

“Wow." You can hear him whisper over his breath. He was tall and dressed differently from the others who were there, and his aura was quite different as well. Should be the boss. You thought. He wore leather shoes and a suit with a soft fabric, probably of a very expensive brand. As he approached, he sat down in front of you, propping his back against the back of the chair and examining you. He wasn’t handsome, his eyes were green, but that didn’t mean he was charming or something. He had a goatee, his hair cut mullet style, already a little gray.

"So you're the famous (Y/N)?" He asked after a few more minutes staring. You arched a brow when the word "famous" came out of his lips.

“I'd love to say it's true, but no. I haven’t had my debut yet.” You answered, not even knowing where that courage had come from. The man in front of you smiled, looking pleased with your answer.

“Usually I'd be pissed off at such a naughty little girl like that, but I understand, you seem to be a long time with that little cocaine salesman that people call Jungkook, you must have taken his bad habits from being rude.”

“In fact I've always been like that, bad cradle creation.” You replied. But what the fuck are you doing? Do you want to die? Your subconscious screamed. That man put his hand on his chin, on his beard, watching you once more. “Can I know why I'm here?”

“Nothing important...”

“Come on! If it's not important, why would the so-called orchestrator of everything would be here in front of me? I don’t know how things work in real life, but in movies when things are not important, bosses don’t show their faces.”

He reached the body forward, supporting his arms on his legs, getting even more curious about you.

"How are you so sure I'm the boss?"

“Your clothes. Your suit is Slim, made of cold wool, thin wires, probably Italian. Your tie is a silk jacquard, maybe Salvatore Ferragamo if I'm not mistaken and your shoes are leather. My mother works with luxury clothes, so I know the products. Even if you were the second in command, I don’t think you'd use something expensive like that so I assume you're the boss, or at least it would be if this were a movie.”

“Your perception is impressive. Did you learn all this from the movies or did Jeon teach you about it?”

“It's not because my boyfriend is from a gang that I have to be the dumb and innocent girlfriend. The reason I'm here is him, right?”

“Yes, he irritated us a lot ... He took some things that were ours ... He destroyed one of my establishments, he and his gang killed my subordinates ... So, nothing better and more cliché than kidnapping the enemy gang leader's girlfriend, don’t you think?” He asked, leaning back in his chair again. The seizure. Was that his place? Did Jungkook really steal from someone? “Is not that what would happen in a movie?”

“Yes, but I don’t know if you know, but at the end of the movie, bad guys always get bad.”

And then he smiled rising and approaching you, and drawing his face closer to yours, which made you gasp and swallow.

“Glad we're in real life, right sweet?” He whispered close to your face, letting that hot breath hit your face, and even if you had held your breath, the scent of his mouth came through your nostrils and you wished you could vomit. "Put the camera in position." He ordered, moving away from you that allowed yourself to breathe again. Glancing to the side, where had those boxes, one of the men who were armed opened one of it, taking out a camera and a dismounted pedestal, putting everything next to the chair that the man was sitting on. "Are you recording?" He asked and henchman nodded, signaling yes. Despair began to pour through your veins, imagining what he was about to do, and whatever it was, you didn’t like anything about it. “You know (Y/N), I understand why Jungkook likes you, besides being very pretty, you had a smart mouth and God knows what you can do with it.” He said reaching out and holding your lip, pulling it and releasing it. “If you're a good girl by the end, I untie you and let you suck me while one of my men or maybe all, fuck your hot pussy.”

“How lucky for me to be a bad girl then." You said between your teeth, feeling disgusted at his words, just to make you smile again.

“Bad girls deserve to be punished, you know that, don’t you?” And he hit you with a strong slap on your face, making you groan with pain. You were sure that if you were an owl, your head would have made a full turn because of the force he used. You took a deep breath, holding back the tears of pain and looked back at him. “"Look at that angry little face." He said grabbing your chin tightly. “I'd love to see those eyes filled with rage and tearing as you choke on my cock in the back of your throat. Too bad I cannot do that right now.”

“Not now and not ever.” You snapped and at the same time received another slap, even stronger, making the urge to cry even harder.

“Sir." One of the men called.

“What?” He practically yelled at the boy who was almost next to you.

“I'm sorry, sir, but ... I do not think you should do this to her ...”

"Are you crazy? Are you fucking crazy?” Said the furious man advancing against the boy and grabbing him by the shirt. “Do you think you can handle me, bastard?”

” Sorry sir, no, but you heard what Jungkook did to that man who just hit upon her ...” You turned your attention totally to the two, confused. "He's not going to be happy to see what we're doing to her ..."

"What did he do?" You interrupted them, drawing their attention. "What did Jungkook do and with who did he do?"

“You didn’t know?” The boss asked and you shook your head in denial. “He beat him to the point of almost killing him with a crowbar.” And if you were not crying before for the pain, now the tears rolled down your cheeks with no control. “Why are you so surprised? Do not you know your boyfriend's fame, baby?”

“Don’t call me that." You said between your teeth, causing the chief to throw himself at you, holding your chin tightly and pulling your hair back, forcing you to throw your head back.

“Do you think you're in the position or in the mood to order something here, you whore? Hm? You claim to be the smart girlfriend but you're being stupid enough to be petulant with the guy who trapped you in that fucking chair. You have no voice here, bitch. I do whatever I want with you, and you have to accept it. If I tell you to shut up, you shut up, if I tell you to open your fucking legs so I can fuck you like the bitch you are, then you're going to do it, or I swear I cut your throat and throw you to the dogs, understood?”

You didn’t answer, just took a deep breath as he released you.

"Let's go back to where stopped." He said, taking a penknife out of his suit pocket. You're not calm anymore. Of two one, or he would torture you, tear your skin with the knife, or release you and then possibly rape you. Neither option was good in your eyes and you didn’t know which was worse. And looking around once more, seeing that obviously no one there would help you, your eyes stopped in the camera. They were recording it. And if it was not for a sinister, disgusting and scary collection of torture footage, they would send it to Jungkook. And your heart broke, you didn’t want him to see anything that could possibly happen.

“So let's start at the beginning. Who are Century's suppliers?” The man asked and you frowned. "Are you suddenly silent?"

"I don’t know what you're talking about." You answered simply, and he held up his pocketknife, his eyes glittering wickedly.

“Wrong answer, little girl.”

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Ride or Die - Chapter 9 (M)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader

— word c | 9,253

— genre | Mafia au!, angst , Smut.

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

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

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

— Ride Or Die - Character Biography.

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The party was still going on in the backyard, but neither you nor Jungkook were conserned about it. At that moment the only concern you had was feeling each other. Jungkook threw his jacket in the corner of the room. He untied the knot of his tie and began to unbutton the buttons of his social shirt as he stared at you who was sitting on the bed where he spent his teenage years. You looked so pretty in that white dress, but he could barely wait to get it out of you. He tossed the T-shirt next to his jacket and walked toward you. Unlike the other quick fucks you used to have in places that wasn’t your home, today he wanted everything to be slow, he wanted to enjoy every bit of you.

Jungkook knelt in front of you and held your leg gently as you watched him with a smile on your lips and your eyes. You rested your hands on the mattress and watched him removing your high heel, gently kissing your foot and rising with hot wet lips up your calf and thigh. He stood up in front of you, resting his hands on the side of your hip and you tossed your head back so he could kiss your neck, and so he did, leaving red marks along the length of your naked neck. With one hand he grabbed your waist and pulled you up, making you stand up.

With his free hand, he grabbed your chin, caressing your lips with his thumb. You opened your mouth and let him push his finger between your lips and you began to suck it while he let out a malicious grin, feeling his dick harden even more. He removed his finger from your mouth and took both hands behind your neck, unbuttoning your dress and letting it fall to the ground at his feet. You were not wearing a bra and that made him smile. He pushed your shoulders, making you fall on your butt on the bed.

Then he took a few steps, putting one knee at a time next to your hip, and one hand at a time next to your body, hovering over you. He lowered his face to your belly, kissing you gently, licking and sucking, causing you to squirm under him and take your hands to his hair, pulling it lightly.

He raised his kisses to the valley of your breasts, grabbing one with one hand and placing the other between his lips, sucking and nibbling your nipple, making you rub your thighs, feeling  heat rising through your body, needing him to touch you down there. Jungkook realized that you were uneasy and looked at you smiling, dark-eyed, he kissed your lips on a warm and passionate kiss, while you could feel his hand coming down from your breast to the middle of your legs, caressing you over of the panties, making you pant between the kiss. You grunted in disapproval as he stopped touching you, but nearly choked when you felt him putting his fingers inside your panties, touching your sensitive, thirsty clit.

"Jungkook ..." You moaned between his lips, arching your back as he stroked you slowly.

“Yes, baby.” He whispered between his lips, not opening his eyes, not ceasing to kiss or touch you.

You couldn’t say anything, because you felt his finger playing with your entrance, forcing you to separate the kiss and draw the air that was missing in your lungs. The power he had over you, to leave you that way, was too good. You needed more.

“Please.” You asked in a whisper, arching your back one more time and pushing your hip against his hand. Jungkook smiled and kissed you again, drawing kisses down your body, taking every inch of you. He stood once more, gripped both sides of your panties and pulled it up, tossing it over his shoulder.

He was about to kneel when he paused for a few seconds, watching you naked. You were so beautiful to him, your skin was so silky and inviting, your body was so perfect for him, he loved you so much he couldn’t explain it in words. Jeon knelt on the floor. He pulled you a little forward and spread your legs. He kissed your thighs, laughing every time you let out an impatient moan, wanting him to kiss you in the right place. When his lips finally touched your clit, your body lifted in bed, and you let out a loud groan, resting your hands behind your back, half sitting on the bed, seeing Jungkook's face between your legs, licking and sucking your dot of pleasure.

Each time he went down and up his tongue on your clit, you let out a groan. You grabbed his hair and lifted your legs, which were once hanging on the edge of the bed, putting your feet on the bed, leaving your legs bent. You could already feel your pussy pulsing, searching for his cock, to fill you, you threw your head back, panting desperately before you let out a loud groan and squeeze your eyes.

"Plea-please Jungkook." You moaned in a trembling voice, licking your lips and squeezing.

"What do you need, baby?" He whispered, his tongue teasing the entrance of your pussy, making you grunt of pleasure.

“Your fingers, I need your oh god.” You couldn’t finish what you was saying because Jungkook penetrated you with two fingers and returned to suck your clitoris at the same time, causing you to lose the air and pressed your fingers into his hair. He knew as well as make you go crazy. He did not keep you waiting. Whatever you asked for, it was always like this. “Oh fuck, pleeease." You asked, with the words dragging out of your throat as you began to feel that delicious pain coming out of your core and taking control of your legs, before reaching the rest of your body, making you let out a cry of pleasure and throwing yourself into the bed, arching your back and pushing your hips toward Jungkook's mouth and fingers that he pushed slowly and hard into you. When you reached orgasm, you squinted, let out a loud, long moan, feeling your whole body tremble with the waves of pleasure. Jungkook stood up, using his arm to wipe the juice you'd spilled into his mouth. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed it down, taking with it the black underwear he wore.

“Don’t take it." You asked, as he made a move to take off his tie. He smiled and left the piece around his neck. He lay back on you, kissing your belly again, raising his kisses until finally his lips were on yours.

"How do you want it?" He asked between your lips, stroking your chin as he kissed you. You frowned, he didn’t usually ask what position you wanted, even because he could make you cum in all of them.

“Can I be on top?” You said uncertainly and he smiled at you, nodding. He quickly lay down on the bed, his head resting on the wooden headboard of the bed. You crawled slowly over him, seeing that he didn’t take his eyes off you. You put your hands on his chest and bent down to kiss him as your legs positioned one on either side of his body.You slipped one of your hands down between the two of you and held his cock, positioning the tip against your entrance. You slowly lowered your hips until he was fully inside you, making you moan and he let out a sigh of relief, for being finally inside you.

He gripped your hips and helped you as you up and down, riding slowly on his dick, gradually increasing speed, making both of you moan with lux as you watched his eyes drunk with the pleasure of having you there. It was not long before he put you on all fours and slowly entered you. You grabbed his tie and slid it over your shoulder, pulling him toward you. Jungkook wrapped both arms beneath you, lifting you, your back against his chest, hugging your body and nibbling your ear as you laid your head on his shoulder, and rolled your eyes, moaning whenever his cock hit your weak spot, and you could already feel your orgasm approaching again. And he could feel his.

“Fuck, (Y/N), you feel so good.”  He rasped against your ear, making you drop a faint moan and grab his arm tightly, feeling your pussy tighten around his cock. “Oh shit.” He groaned, coming inside you, making you mumble some cursing and cum once more around him, feeling your legs tremble and lose strength. If Jungkook weren’t holding you back, you would have fallen face down on the mattress and spoiled all the moment..

He gently laid you face down on the bed and kissed your nape and back, leaving wet marks on your skin before getting out of you and got up, grabbing the social shirt he was wearing before and passing between your thighs , wiping everything he had released into you. Soon after he was lying beside you, caressing your back while you were still recovering from orgasm. You moved your head to the side, watching him resting his head on his hand and his elbow against the mattress. He slowly raised his eyes from your back to your eyes, letting out a fond.

"I love you." You both said together, which made the two laugh too, you were so connected that it scared you.

“I'm scared.” He said, no longer smiling, making you frown and lean into your arms, crawling close to him. "I do not want this to end, (Y/N). I'm afraid you'll leave me one day.”

“This is not going to happen." You whispered to him, pushing his shoulder, making him lie down on the bed. You climbed on top of him, resting his arms beside his head and giving him a peck, resting your forehead on his. “The only way for you to get away from you, it's you send me away. And I know you will not do it.” Jungkook bit his lips and narrowed his eyes, bringing both hands to your face and caressing it with rough palms. “Now we'd better go, we do not want anyone coming in here and finding us that way, do we?”

"Let's just leave, I want to take you somewhere before midnight," he whispered, giving you a quick kiss. You agreed and got up, looking for your panties and putting it on. After wearing your dress, you sat on the bed, wearing your high heels, watching Jungkook wearing his pants. He put on his jacket but did not wear a social shirt that he had used to clean you. You took a moment to look in a mirror that was tucked up beside the bed, on the nightstand to straighten your hair. He smiled and took your hand, leading you out of the room. You went down the stairs normally, ignoring the curious looks of the people around you, making it clear that they knew what the two of you had done minutes ago.

You walked toward the door, leaving the house and heading toward the Dodge that was parked nearby. You were already beginning to feel the midnight cold approaching. Jungkook handed you the jacket he wore and pulled out a black sweater he had on the backseat. After entering, he drove for a few minutes, up a hill with his car and park it in the highest part of the city, in a place where you had vision for the whole city below you. He leaned in front of the car and pulled you against him, your back against his chest and hugging you from behind. He rested his chin on the top of your head as you laid your head on his shoulder. Minutes later the sky was lit by the fireworks commemorating the new year. It was a sea of shimmering and bright colors, blue, green, yellow, red and pink scattered all over the sky, reflecting in your amazed face. You were happy to be in his arms, being able to see a show of those, with the best view of the city. And he was glad to have you in his arms, the only woman he would truly love in his life.

Five and a half months later.

“Oh baby, I thought we'd be together tonight.” Jungkook said as he watched you wear your pants after you had sex. It was almost nine in the evening, and you were late for the party that was taking place in the Greek university fraternity, to which your two best friends had called you. It had been almost half a year since you was in college and you had never been interested in going to any of the parties, you were always too busy studying or having sex with Jungkook to care about frat parties.

“I have to go, I can not unseal with Suhee and Becca for the fourth time this month. They'll fuck me up if I do not go to that one and make up a tattered excuse like the last time." You said combing your hair.

"They would not be crazy to do that to you." He said getting out of bed just wearing a pair of underwear and hugging you from behind. "And no need to any excuse, just say that we were fucking wildly on the nightstand" he whispered in your ear before biting your earlobe, making your whole body tingle.

You never tired of that, of that energy and fire between the two of you, never tired of the shivers his whispers caused you and never tired of how his touch with rough hands were soft on your skin. Your friends and parents were wrong. When you entered college and found yourself surrounded by gorgeous, hot men, you didn’t think about how good they would be in bed, you actually thought about how you would spend almost 10 hours a day away from Jungkook. It took a few months for you to get accustomed to looking sideways in class and not seeing him there, tapping his pen on the table just so you would stop paying attention to the teacher and give him a little attention. Your parents and friends were wrong, every day that you spent at that university surrounded by all those boys, you fell in love with Jungkook even more and missed him all the time.

And even if the two of you lived in the same house, even if you slept every night together, you felt like it was not enough, you loved him too much and needed him more and more. If before you had doubts about accepting his marriage proposal, today you had no more.

“Please, baby. We spend the whole week away, today is Friday, you should spend the night with me, so I can take care you.”

“As much as I want you to put me face down on this nighstand and fuck me until I do not feel my legs, I can not cancel with them again, they're my friends.”

“All right, okay. Do you want me to take you there?”

“I would love, I don’t think I can wait for a taxi. I'm already quite late.”

"I'll get dressed, we can leave in 5 minutes if you want," he said as he walked away, piking his clothes off the floor.

"I'll just get my jacket …"

"In the hallway." He said laughing, making her remember that it was a matter of seconds when his eyes hit yours as he left the room and you finish climbing the stairs, so that you would start taking off your clothes as you walked towards him, he would pick you up on his lap and throw you on the bed. When you opened the door you were startled to see Hoseok there with a playful smile on his face, with your shirt, pants, jacket, and heels in his hands. You thanked him with a smile, grabbed your clothes and he walked towards his room.

A short time later Jungkook was stopping the car in front of the two-story house that had a fountain in front on the campus where the party was going.

“Be careful. These places are not very safe for girls, especially the pretty ones.” He frowned, staring at the house through the glass of the passenger window. "Call me when you want to leave, and I'll find you."

"Okay, I'll be careful."

"If something happens …"

"I'm going to be fine, my love, do not worry, my boyfriend is from a gang, have you forgotten?" You smiled at him, who returned.

"That's my girl, I love you."

"I love you more." You whispered giving him a kiss before jumping out of the car.

“I doubt it.” He said to himself before driving away.

The house was really big. After passing through the fountain, you walked inside the house, hesitant to enter, was very full and had been for a long time that you had gone to a party alone, most of the time Jungkook always had his arm around your waist, shielding you from any kind of harassment that drunken or sober men tried. You took a deep breath before you entered, squeezed by the wave of newly grown adults who were attending the party, lurking until you got to what appeared to be the living room, which was large and there was more room to move.

You saw Becca and Suhee on the left side of the large room, leaning against the wall next to a door, with glasses of drinks in their hands, and both looked to the right side of the room, seeming to stare and inspect a specific boy from a group of five who laugh at each other's jokes. He had his back so you could not see his face, but to have left your friends that way, he should be very handsome.

Taking a few steps, walking only for a little less than three meters, you approached your friends who when they realized that you were there and approached they threw themselves to you in a triple hug.

"You came!" Becca said exaggeratedly, as if she were already drunk.

"I said I'd come."

"We thought Jungkook would lock you in your house again." Suhee said pulling your hand to stand where they were, making you snort uninterested in listening to your friends talking shit about your now fiancé. "I still think you're pregnant, so you feel obligated to marry him."

"I love him, that's why I want to marry him. And Jungkook didn’t lock me in our house." You answered while the girls looked back at that certain boy. "If you want him to notice, you have to put telepathy aside and go talk to him." You scoffed and got a mortal look from your friends.

"We can not just talk to him.” Becca said.

"And why not?" You raised one eyebrow.

"That's Park Jimin, he's the hottest guy on the medical course. I'm in the same class as him, he's smart, funny, handsome, and we mere humans can not just approach a God like that. So we need him to bring his attention to us, we can not go there as if begging for minutes of his life.”

"But isn’t that what you want?" You laughed at the scowl you received from your friends. "Do you want me to talk to him for one of you?" Or are you going to make a treesome?”

"You're no good." Suhee slapped your arm and laughed again. "If he at least looked at us ..."

"Oh my God Suhee, he's looking." Becca said grabbing the arm of her friend who turned at once to the so-called Jimin. You followed the gaze of your friends and your eyes fell on two honey-brown eyes that seemed to look directly at you. He had light brown hair, split in half, fleshy mouth, fluffy pink cheeks. He smiled sweetly, his eyes went down and up constantly and slowly over you, as if he were analyzing. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a V-neck and dark jeans. So his eyes stopped in your face, a shy smile when he saw you had caught him looking at you came from his lips, and he nodded, greeting you from where he was. He seemed to be so serene, and you can not help but smile. Becca and Suhee looked alternately between the two, wide-eyed as you waved back.

His friends were talking about something, but when they realized he was not paying attention, they followed his gaze and saw you and your friends. One of them commented something to Jimin who opened his eyes wide and blushed at the same moment, shaking his head and denying it as his friends teased him.

"Well, at least he noticed (Y/N)." Suhee said drawing your attention, you took your eyes off Jimin and looked at her.

"What?"

"He was flirting with you, (Y/N).” Becca said. "My God, how do you do that? First you hooked the Badboy from school and now the cutest guy on my course. You have some honey, I can’t believe.”

"That honestly makes no difference to me, I have Jungkook so feel free." You said, waving your hand.

"Are you telling me that if he calls you out, you will refuse?"

"Yes, I already have a boyfriend, and I'm happy with him …"

"Heck, he's coming here.” Suhee whispered. You just shook your head and made to get out to get something to drink, when you took the first step, you stopped abruptly when you almost crashed into someone. When you looked up, you saw two red cheeks and a shy smile.

“Hi. You're (Y/N), right? From the physics course.” He said while you were still close. You took a step back from him.

"Hi, yes, it's me. And you're Jimin, of medicine?" You said holding out your hand to him that was surprised to see you knew who he was. He squeezed your hand and gave you another smile.

“Are you enjoying the party?” He asked.

"Actually, I just got here, I was going to get something to drink."

"Can I accompany you?" He asked. It seemed so innocent, you can not understand if he was just being nice or if he was hitting on you.

“Look Jimin, you're very handsome, but I have a boyfriend." You said, wanting to be honest with him and not raising hopes for him. Jimin blinked a few times and laughed.

"Yeah, I know, I always see you coming to college with him, but do not worry, I'm just trying to make new friends, no bad intentions."

"Oh, that's good.” You smiled at him, who pointed to the path, which you should follow.

A long time later, you and Jimin talked a lot while your friends seem to have given up the boy and now they were looking for other boys as handsome as he.

"So, why did you choose physics?" He asked as you sat in the kitchen, away from the mess in the other rooms of the house. You were with a drinking glass in front of you, but had not come to drink even half. You were not in the mood for alcohol.

“I don’t know. I've always liked things that most people do not like very much.” You shrugged and looked at him, his attention totally turned on you, curious. “What about you? Why did you choose medicine?”

“Well, It was not exactly me who chosen, I was forced to choose. My mother is a doctor and my father is a lawyer. I come from a family of arrogant people, so either I would go to court to defend murderers, thieves and other criminals, or I would do medicine and help save lives. The choice was quite obvious in the day.” He replied, taking a sip of his drink and smiling back at her. "Have you been dating a long time?"

“Yeah, it's been over a year.”

“And you're happy with him?” The question made you scowl and look at Jimin, who was waiting for you to respond. You let your head drop to one side, confused as to why he was asking you that, but you supposed he should be curious. So you smiled.

“Yes, he makes me very happy.”

It was nearly two o'clock when you were standing on the curb in front of the fraternity house. You'd just take your friends to the dorm, and had called Jungkook for him to pick you up. A few minutes passed when someone grabbed you from behind, startling you and making you jump forward, turning back with wide eyes, You came face to face with one of the boys at the party, wearing the fraternity shirt, drunk, looking at you with a smile that made your stomach turn in disgust.

“Calm down, you little kitten, I was just going to kiss you on the neck.” He said drunk.

"I have a boyfriend who already does this, I don’t need yours." You snapped angrily at his action. The thing you loathed most were men who thought it was right to catch any girl they saw without asking for permission.

"I can be more fun than your boyfriend." He said walking toward you that started to go back, moving away.

“Oh, I doubt it.” You answered, but the boy was quick enough to hold your wrists and pull you against him, hugging your waist so tightly leaving your arms locked between the two of you, so you could not even move. You panicked, screaming for him to let you go, but the people around you just didn’t want to do anything, even if they saw that he was trying to kiss you without your permission. You turned your face as much as you could, fleeing the lips with alcohol smell of that man when someone pulled him back brutally. You ended up losing your balance and fell flat on the floor, watching Jimin stand in front of you, between you and the drunk.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Watson? Are you crazy?” He shouted at the drunkard who laughed.

“We were just having fun”

“Doesn’t seem like they were having fun. It seems like you were trying to stick your tongue in her throat without her permission.”

“She would give in one hour or another, they all give in.” The drunk said smiling and your body shuddered, and at the same moment you saw Jimin's muscles tighten and his hands clench into fist. You could not see his expression, but just the way Jimin clenched his jaw showed that he was as angry as his rigid muscles showed.

Before you could say anything or Jimin could do something, a car stopped abruptly at your side, making the tires creak as they marked the asphalt. Soon Jungkook's hands were on your shoulders as he looked worried and confused.

"What happened?"

"This asshole was trying to kiss her, using force."

Jimin answered for you, catching Jungkook's eye as he looked at the boy who had rescued you and the drunk in front of him, his eyes darkened and his cold, intimidating gaze swept over his face. Jeon got up and walked toward Watson, gripping his neck tightly with only his left hand and squeezing his throat, making him run out of air. Jungkook looked him in deep in his eyes as he strangled him.

“You messed with the wrong guy's girlfriend, your trash.” He growled menacingly. Watson struggled to break loose, but it was useless, his senses were too retarded by the drink and he had no strength against Jungkook. So Jeon hit him with a blow to the stomach, throwing him to the ground soon after, watching him cough and grab his aching throat, looking for air. “When a girl says no,  you should respect that one, especially if this girl is my girl. If you or one of these college shitters dares to attack her and hurt her, I'll make you regret you whole life.” He said in a cold voice while he stared at the man on the floor.

You had already stood up and stood next to Jimin doing the same as everyone was doing, watching. JungKook turned his back and walked towards you taking you in a tight hug, causing your heart to calm down. So he guided you toward the car. You just looked at Jimin who was still standing there, looking at them both and saying "thank you." He smiled and whispered "you’re welcome."

A few weeks went by and you started spending a lot of time with Jimin and your friends during class breaks rather than sinking into study as you always did. Jimin ended up becoming a great friend to you and they talked whenever you could.

You were in the library. You had a class off so you decided to go study a little. It was a week before the holidays, and your friends were more concerned about their travel destinations than with their studies, which was normal, you were always the most studious of the three. The library was practically empty. There were two or three people scattered all over the building. You were sitting at one of the tables with an advanced Physics book in front of you, in the chapter of Faraday's Law, when you felt a chill making you take your eyes off the book and face the front.

“Boo.” Someone whispered in your ear, making you jump from the chair and put your hand on your chest as Jimin pulled the chair beside you and sat down, laughing madly. You let the air out, irritated by the fright, but laughed to see him laughing too. He leaned on the table before leaning back in his chair and throwing his head back, still laughing, as you watched him, waiting for him to stop. “You're so cute when you take fright.”

"And you're going to look so beautiful when I hit that book in your face." You said smiling, grabbing the book, closing it and threatening to hit Jimin, causing him to raise his hands in defense. “What is your problem? I could have had a heart attack.”

"You're 18, (Y/N), you're not going to have a heart attack at this age. Your heart is very healthy." He said and that made you laugh. You'd been ironic, but because he'd studied medicine, he could not help but make that remark. He said things like that when you joked with something about health, like last week when you said that Becca would die of diabetes from eating so much chocolate and he said ‘she will not die of diabetes, not if she uses insulin’. “I did it again, didn’t I?” You laughed and shook your head, nodding, placing the book on the table, watching him laugh. “It’s stronger than me.”

“Of course, Dr. Park inside you is dominating you, and you're only in your freshman year of college. Next year, you'll show up here wearing a white lab coat, rubber gloves, and a stethoscope wrapped around your neck.” You joked, getting up to return the book you had picked up. “The girls are going to get hurt just for you to check them out.”

“I'm seriously considering graduating in Gynecology.” He said following you through the aisles between the bookshelves, making you laugh.

"That will only make it easier for them to open their legs for you."

“And it will make it easier for you to open your legs for me.” He whispered, making you stop walking and turn indignant at him, wide-eyed and threatening to hit him with the physics book again, making him laugh again. "I'm kidding, passion."

"You had better be, you pervert." You said shaking your head in disbelief and walking back toward the bookshelf where you would keep the book.

"What are you doing tonight?" He asked coming back to follow you. “There's a party in the fraternity. Why don’t you go?”

"I don’t like frat parties. What if I end up meeting some guy who starts chasing me around the campus during breaks, like the last time I went to a university party?”

"Who's that asshole?"

"I'll give you a hint, his name starts with 'Park' and ends with 'Jimin'." You laughed, putting the book back in the bookcase and turned to Jimin who had his hand on his chin and looked up, a pensive expression on his face. Then he looked at you again and shook his head in denial, shrugging.

“I have no idea who this guy is.” He said and that made you throw your head back and laugh, your eyes widening and capping your mouth closing as you remembered that you was inside a library. All the time you spent with Jimin was like that, full of laughter, jokes and jokes. You rarely talked about serious things. Most of the time he would help you tease your friends by making jokes about their love life and the bad choices they have made in their lives. At other times he would offer to help you study and you would tease him, saying that he had no chance of being handsome and intelligent in that way and that he was probably just saying that to impress you, and he confirmed many of those times, but he would laugh. Rarely you were talking about things that irritated one of you and he was closer to you than Suhee and Becca, who now saw him as a friend and not as a suitor.

You couldn’t be more happier.

...

"I'm so excited for Saturday, I can not even believe we're going to Italy." Becca said as she and Suhee packed their bags while you were there with them, just chatting. Vacations would start in two days and they could not be more excited to give a time in the study. “You should come with us, (Y/N). There is still time to buy the ticket and book the hotel.”

"No, Jungkook and I decided to spend the holidays together in Vancouver. Get out of the city and forget about the problems a little, just the two of us."

"I wanted so much that my boyfriend was a businessman, heir of great fortune ... Oh wait, I have no boyfriend." Suhee said as you both laughed at her. "But seriously, I'm glad you're happy with him and your parents were wrong about him not being able to take care of you or make you happy."

“But you know, if it does not work out, there's still Jimin.” Becca said, wiggling her eyebrows, giggling just as she had you throw a pillow over her. “Hey! Violent.”

“You know she's right. Jimin would move seas to take a chance with you. He lied on that day of the party saying he just wanted to be your friend. He just said that because you cut him before he even hit you.”

“Yeah, his eyes glow every time he sees you, and whenever you're not looking at him, he gives you a timid look, gives a passionate smile and disguises when you look back. And every time you're not around he asks about you.”

“Oh, shut up." You grumbled. "Jimin is my friend, and I do not think of having anything else with him.”

“That's because you're blinded by love for Jungkook, but I guarantee that if Jungkook did not exist in your life, you'd see how much Jimin is a cool guy and eventually fall in love with him, and if that did not happen then you're not from Earth.”

“Yeah, but Jungkook does exist, and I don’t want anyone else, so how about we change the subject and you tell me why you're packing today if you're only going to travel on Saturday and it's still Thursday?”

"Because if we arrive on Saturday and remember something, just put it in the bag, duh!" Becca laughed.

You were about to respond when My Chemical Romance's Dead start began ringing, signaling that someone was calling you. Looking at the screen, you saw that it was an unknown number and frowned in confusion.

"Hello?"

"Is this the number of (Y/N) (Y/S/N)?" A man's voice asked. A voice I'd never heard before. You sat on the bed.

"Yes, who is this?"

"This is from The Forensic Pathologist Office." Those words made your heart stop and you jump off the bed, standing up straight away, startling your friends who looked confused at you. Please don’t let anything happen to Jungkook. You thought. “Your number was in the wallet of a man who had an accident with a woman. The documents the cops found were from Michael and Elena (Y/S/N). We need you to do the reconnaissance.”

Fuck.

You stopped breathing for a few seconds before you pulled the air hard and lost your strength, your eyes filled with water, already starting to flow down your cheeks, while your wide eyes stared at an empty space in the room.

You ended up falling to your knees on the floor, the silenced tears falling from your eyes, causing Suhee and Becca to drop their clothes and run to you shaking your shoulders, wondering what was going on. You heard nothing else, only the words of that man ran like a loop in your head.

"Miss, you still on the line?"

"Y-yes." You answered by forcing your voice out. "II'll get there as fast as I can." And so ended the call. Letting your arm fall to the side of your body. It was not possible. That was not possible. You picked up the phone again and tried desperately to call your parents' phones, but none of them answered. You were beginning to panic, you couldn’t control your breathing anymore, it was as if all the earth air had disappeared and you couldn’t breathe. You dropped the phone on the floor, grabbed your hair and burst into tears, unable to do anything else, think of nothing but the worst.

"What happened, (Y/N)? You're scaring us!" Becca asked, hugging you next to Suhee.

"It was ... It was from The Forensic Pathologist Office.” You took a deep breath, able to speak through sobs and tears. “They're calling me to do a reconnaissance of two bodies ... They were with my parents' identities, they were my parents, they're dead.” You lowered your head, crying hard once more as the two other girls panicked, not knowing what to do other than hugging you. “I-I ... J-Jungkook ..” You muttered through the sobs. Suhee understood what you meant and picked up the cell phone lying on the floor, trying to call Jeon for several minutes, but it always into the mailbox.

“He's not answering.” She mumbled. "Why on earth is not he answering? He always fucking answers her no matter what he's doing.” She screamed at the cell phone, visibly irritated. That's when the screen lit up. “Who's Sunshine?” You lifted your head and took the cell phone from your friend's hand, answering.

"Hoseok!" Your voice broke, and you bowed your head, weeping loudly.

"I know, little one. I already know what happened." He said in a soft voice, on the other side of the line. You were broken enough not to even bother asking how he already knew. "I'm coming to the University. Where are you?" You tried to respond, but you could not talk, so Becca answered for you. Minutes later Hoseok was entering the room and taking you in his arms in a strong hug, saying that everything would be all right, and that everything would work out. He said he would take you to the morgue and you started asking about Jungkook, but Hoseok said that he was busy with some things and that he couldn’t be with you at that moment, but that he would find you as soon as possible.

...

"I can’t do this." You said standing at the door of the room where you could see two bodies on stretchers, covered in white sheets. The smell of that place was making you sick. The air conditioner made you shake even more and hug your body, trying to inultiously stop shaking. Your legs did not move and you could not breathe right, your head was spinning and you threatened to faint any minute. Hoseok stood beside you, watching you. He hugged her waist, giving you what to lean on.

"If you don’t want to do that, you don’t have to.” He whispered, looking at your face that stared up at the two bodies on that stretcher.

“What if ... What if it's not them? What if someone has robbed them and stolen their wallets? There is this possibility, right?” You asked looking hopefully at Hoseok. He knew that there was no such possibility, he knew that it was his parents who were on those stretchers, and if it was with other people, he would have told the truth naked and raw, but with you it was different, he was unable to be cruel to you, and he knew exactly why. Then he smiled and nodded, saying yes, and you smiled at him. You looked forward and took a deep breath walking toward the stretchers.

Hoseok didn’t leave your side for a second. He took a good look at you before nodding to the coroner to lift the cloths. As soon as the doctor made the move, uncovering the face of those on the stretcher, you gasped and burst into tears as you saw your parents there. Both had small cuts on their faces, their skins were colorless, and their lips were purplish. You threw yourself against Hoseok's chest and he hugged you as hard as he could. The coroner topped off the bodies once more, having confirmation that those were actually Michael and Elena (Y/S/N).

You had no strength to even move.

“They are dead.” You whimpered against Hoseok's chest. He sighed and bent down a little, passing one arm beneath your legs and carrying you out of the room. He didn’t say anything, he had nothing to say.

As soon as you got home, you called your sister who was at her house in London. Brooklin said through sobs that she would be there the next morning. The rest of the day, you stayed in your room trying to think of what to do, but the pain in your chest was stronger and you could not do anything but cry for your loss. Hoseok in a certain part of the day, brought cookies and milk that you refused to eat saying that you were not hungry. He said you would not have to worry about anything, because he was taking care of everything, about the funeral and the burial.

You asked him again about Jungkook and he said he didn’t know where he was. Later, after five o'clock, Taehyung, Namjoon, Yoongi and Jin appeared and stayed in the room with you next to Hoseok, only hearing you cry and trying to cheer you up a little, because seeing you that way left them with broken hearts.

"Where the fuck is Jungkook?" Jin asked Hoseok as soon as you slept surrounded by them. "The parents of the woman he loves die and he did not even answer her calls."

“He's investigating.”  he whispered as he stroked her hair, so asleep that even sobbed. "Apparently the accident was not an accident."

"You mean someone could have killed her parents?" Taehyung asked, taking care not to raise his voice.

"It would not be a surprise. We have many enemies. If they can not reach (Y/N) who is always surrounded by us, they go after the people she loves." Yoongi said. "There is no better way than this to achieve Jungkook."

“Jeon has made it clear to all of us and to the world that he doesn’t care about the people around (Y/N), he only cares for her. That doesn’t make sense.” Namjoon said on the edge of the bed.

“Yes, it does. Jungkook hates when she cries. He would do anything for her, and he made sure that whoever made her cry would know the darkest part of him, and you know that.” Hoseok said without taking his eyes off you, which now seemed so much calmer. "(Y/N) is his weak spot, if anything hits her, it hits him as well. He's going to kill everyone who's involved in this, and if those responsible are from some rival gang, he's going to start a war, and we're going to destroy whoever made our girl cry.”

…

A little later the boys were all asleep when you woke up surrounded by them. You felt awful, as if the world had fallen on your back, and you did not have the strength to hold on and fell face down. You looked sideways seeing that Hoseok was lying on your left side, Taehyung on your right side and Yoongi flat on your feet. Jin was asleep in the armchair and Namjoon was on the floor at his feet, anchoring his back on the older man's legs. Looking at the clock on the table next to the bed, it was already past midnight, and you had not seen Jungkook yet. You managed to get off the bed over Taehyung, trying to be as slow and smooth as possible not to wake any of the boys.

You reached for some blankets that you had tucked into your wardrobe and managed to cover each of them, the night was cold and you did not want them to catch a cold. Even if your world was crumbling, you could still take care of your friends.

You picked up the cell phone on top of the dresser and saw that there were missing calls, but they were from Suhee, Becca, and Jimin, but nothing from Jungkook, not even a message. You answered all three, saying that you were home, and that you would talk to them as soon as you felt better. You did not want to make them even more worried than they should be. You sighed and left the room, closing the door behind you gently, down the stairs.

As soon as you stepped on the last step, the door to the living room opened and Jungkook stepped inside carrying his jacket in his hand. When his gaze hit you, and he saw your state, puffy eyes, red nose and messy hair, he froze, just like you. He wanted to hold you, wanted to comfort you, but he couldn’t, not after what he'd done to you.

“My parents died." You whispered, not sure whether he knew it or not. He just nodded and closed the door behind him, unable to make eye contact with you.

"I know."

"Where were you?"

"Solving some things."

"Hoseok took me to do the recon." You said taking a step toward him, finally managing to move. He nodded again, placing one of his hands in the pocket of his pants.

"I know, I told him to go with you because I could not go."

"Why? I appreciate what he did, but I needed my boyfriend and..." You started talking as you took a few more steps toward him, but stopped on your way when you felt the strong smell of alcohol coming from him. "Were you drinking?"

"No."

"So why are you smelling of vodka?"

"They broke a bottle of vodka on my back."

"Oh my God, are you okay?" You asked sweetly, finally ending the space between you, bringing your hands up to his face, which at the same moment threw his jacket down and gripped your wrists, so you would not touch his face, leaving you confused.

"Don’t do it." He said in a cold, aching voice. You just blinked in confusion not understanding what he meant. "Don’t worry about me after what I did."

"What are you talking about?" You asked frowning. "Baby…"

"Don’t call me Baby." He raised his voice loosening your wrists and moving away from you, stopping near the stairs. You turned completely lost, watching him grab his own hair and pull them hard before looking at you again. "I don’t deserve your love, (Y/N), I don’t deserve your concern or affection, I swore I'd end up with anyone who made you cry, and now I'm the cause of your tears, and I hate myself for it, I feel like Anytime I could get a knife and stick it in my head to punish me for what I did to you.”

"But what the hell are you talking about, Jungkook? But of course you deserve my love." You said walking toward him and holding his face, just for him to move your hands away again. “Stop pushing me away, Jeon Jungkook. You are mine and I touch you when I want to, do you understand?” You raised your voice, holding his face again, forcing him to look into your eyes. His black eyes were darker than normal, he was angry, angry with himself for what he had done. "You didn’t make me cry anytime ..."

“THAT'S MY FAULT.” He shouted making you jump back in fright. His voice echoed through the house and surely the boys should have awake. "The death of your parents, it's my fault."

"What?"

"That’s why I was absent all day. I heard that his parents had died after a call. It was not an accident. I investigated the car. He was sabotaged. Your parents were murdered because of me, because you're my girlfriend, because you're the woman I love, my weak point, and since they can not do anything against you physically, they attacked your parents because they knew it would hit me, because I swore I'd kill anyone who made you cry.”

"Wait, what? ... what ... How ..." You interrupted him, not knowing exactly what to say. There was too much information at once.

“They killed their parents to get to me, because they knew I'd be upset to see you cry. Blame your parents are dead is mine, because I had the stupid idea to call you out, and ended up putting you in the middle of it all.” He said staring at you, watching you take a few steps back from him, until you're on your knees on the floor bursting into tears once more. All that utopia, all those good feelings you felt when you were with him, were fading and being replaced by those words.

The boys who had heard the leader's shouts rushed out of the bedroom, startled, just to see you on the floor, hugging your own body, crying compulsively as Jungkook stared at you without action. Hoseok stepped past him and hugged you, helping you up. As soon as he looked at Jeon he was sure that the theory about the accident was not really an accident was confirmed.

"You have to leave this house." Jungkook began, making you bury your face even more deeply into Hoseok's chest. "No one goes after you or the one you love if you're not with me. You will not see us again." He said turning to go up the stairs, but stopped, breathing deeply before saying the last thing he had to say. “You need to start dating someone else, so it will be easier for the enemies to see that we broke up ... I regret that I offered you that ride.” And so he continued up the stairs, disappearing into the upper corridor.

The boys were silent, they had nothing to say.

You cringed in Hoseok's arms, crying compulsively, that should not be happening to you. Was God punishing you for deciding to stay with Jungkook instead of your parents? Did God think you hated your parents and that's why he decided to take them away from you? Didn’t you deserve your parents? Thousands of thoughts ran through your head, questions and more questions, but no answers. You had no floor, no air, you had lost your parents and now Jungkook had left you. You were totally lost in a sea of pain, and you did not know how to get out without drowning.

…

The next day, Hoseok picked up your bags he had prepared during the night while you used his room to cry, and put them in the car in the garage.

“Are you sure this is the right thing?” He asked Jungkook that was propped up on the side of the car with his arms crossed, looking out at the street. "You know what will happen when she leaves, Jeon. Your trigger will break.”

“It's already broken. I can’t be with her after that, Hoseok. I love that woman more than I love my life. I am cold, yes, I hardly have feelings for others, but the thought of looking at her every day, knowing that the people she loves will die because of me and that she will cry and suffer for it, it destroys me from inside. I can’t do this to her. I can’t be selfish with her.” He lowered his eyes. "And I doubt she'll want to stay with me after that."

And at that moment, you left the house, head down, shoulders down, and you sniffed as you walked toward the car. Hoseok got in the car and stayed inside with the windows closed, giving some privacy to both of you, since he knew you would probably say goodbye. You thought of passing straight for Jungkook, but as soon as you was in front of him, you stopped and looked up at him.

"It was not your fault." You said. You were hurt by everything he had said, you were angry at everything that was happening, and he had no right to make you suffer even more, not after all the times he swore to make her happy. "It was my fault, I accepted the ride.”

And without letting him say anything, you got in the car and wiped away the tears and asked Hoseok to drive. As Jung's car drove away, Jeon saw the love of his life go away, perhaps forever and that made all the pain he felt, strike his heart, sending him to angry tears that rolled down his cheeks as he staring at the car that was fading away with the woman he wanted to have forever by his side.

He went back inside the house and went up to the bedroom, coming in and slamming the door behind him. The anger he was feeling at that moment was uncontrollable, so he began throwing everything in front of him on the floor, breaking the lamps, knocking over the dresser, placing the bed upside down, until he was sitting in a corner of the room, curled, gripping his hair tightly as banging the back of his head on the wall over and over again.

Namjoon's voice came from outside the door, they had spent the night there, waiting for orders from Jungkook. As he opened the bedroom door and looked inside for the leader, Jungkook stared at him.

“Find Shadow!”

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The Ghost Of You - O1 (m)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader — word c | 5,346 — genre | Ghost au!, angst , eventually Smut.

— summary |  You started studying at a new university after an event that forced you to move to another city. In a city even smaller than you used to live, it was Vegas University, where you would spend the next two years of your life until the end of your course. Strange things begin to happen when you get there, and someone’s life - or death - depends on your choices. 

— warnings/tags |  Adult content, explicit sex, low slang words.

— Author’s note | This fanfic is based on the films ' The Pact ' and ' Down a Dark Hall '. There may be references of the two films in the fanfic, but the fanfic remains original. It's NOT plagiarism.

01 | 

“Get on the plane early, or you may end up being late to get to the University.” You grunted imitating your mother's voice as you kept your head down, covered by the hood, trying to hide your face from the rain as you pulled your two suitcases with you along the path the taxi driver said led to the Academy. “Well, Mother, you just forgot one thing, that when I got here it would be night, because the time zones are different, shit.” You shouted kicking a small stone that was in your way.

You had just got off the plane when you realized it was night. You were so stressed about the whole matter of university and country change that you didn’t even remember that when it was daytime in your city, it would be night. You spent half an hour slandering yourself for not having planned it in a better way, before asking one of the attendants at the airport to call a taxi. The taxi took you as far as he could, but when he saw the closed gates leading to the university, he said he couldn’t get past the gates and that you would have to follow the path alone. As soon as you got your bags in the trunk, the Taxi left and you stood in the rain, trying to decide what to do. Something inside you made you look sideways, feeling yourself being watched, and when you looked back, you heard a click that made you and your heart jump, looking forward, looking for where the noise had come.

The gate had been opened.

You frowned, looking for some circuit, to see if the gate was automatic and also looked for some camera, maybe someone was watching you there and decided to open the gate for you, but without wanting to stay any longer in the rain, you pushed the iron gate, listening to him squeak and entered.

The road to the Academy was covered in dirt, with trees on all sides and had not much lighting. The light poles were old and rusted, it would be a beautiful place, if it wasn’t dark and raining. You didn’t want to be there, you didn’t want to have moved where you lived, nor left your friends and relatives behind, but with everything that happened, that was the best you could do. As the path was ending, you could see a large building right in the front, it was a big place, not as big as the campus where you were studying some days ago, but it was still gigantic. Your aunt was the one who nominated this university to you.

It was an extraordinary place to study, she spoke so well from here that you were excited to start your classes, but at that moment, you didn’t want to admire anything, just wanted to dry. As you approached the stairway leading to the door, you climbed the rungs of the stairs, getting under the ceiling and sheltering from the rain. You prayed that someone was awake or that at least the door was open for you to enter, but before you even reached the doorknob, the door opened, loosening for you to enter, and even feeling a chill over it, you entered , dragging your soggy suitcases with you.

The place was great. And old. There was a large staircase that led to the other floor, on both sides, just in front of the front door. At the middle of it, there was a window. On both sides of the entrance hall, has doors. A gigantic antique chandelier illuminated the room and left the texture of the place like royalty, as if you were inside the mansion of someone very rich. The floor was made of wood and shone with the light that reflected in it. There were pictures of paintings nailed to the walls. The walls were fading, but gave a different texture to the place, making it more original.

"Miss (Y/S/N)." You jumped when you heard your name being called. As you looked at the stairs, you saw a woman, dressed in a black silk suit coming down, and smiling at you. You frowned, confused at how she knew your name. "Welcome to the Vegas Academy. I'm Principal Lynn. You've arrived earlier than we expected."

"Oh, sorry, I mistook the time zone and …"

"You're soaked." She said looking at you from top to bottom. “Come with me, I'll show you your room, there you can take these clothes or you'll end up catching a cold.” She said gesturing with her hands. You just nodded, climbing the stairs behind her.

The corridors were not lit with lamp or something electric, but with candelabrum's nailed to the walls every two meters away, so the hallway was a little dark. The corridor windows where you walked were closed and the white curtains as well. The only thing you heard there, beyond the noise of the rain, was the noise that your wet shoes made against the wooden floor.

"This will be your room from now on." She said opening one of the last doors of the hallway before another began, leading to the right side of the building. She came in and let you in too. The bedroom was not a big place, but it was bigger than the dorm you shared with your friend in your old college. You looked around, but stopped when you saw that there was only one bed. “The rooms are individual, Miss (Y/S/N).” Lynn said. Wow, here's better than I expected. You thought. “Make yourself comfortable, tomorrow we'll talk better, okay? The bathroom is at the end of the corridor here on the side, it's the last door. Would you like something to eat?”

“Oh no, thank you. And I'm sorry for having arrived at this time, and I'm sorry to have ... awake you or disturbed you ...”

"Don’t worry, I was awake, I was reviewing some papers." She said, smiling kindly at you. "See you tomorrow, Miss (Y/S/N). Have a good night." And so she turned her back, leaving the room and closing the door behind her. You let out a sigh and looked around the room. You took off your rain-soaked jacket and hung it in a hatter by the bedroom window. And something caught your attention. Looking out the window, through the rain and fog, you could see another big house in the field, probably identical to where you were, which was the university Vegas for boys.

You turned to your bags, opening them and thanking God that the fodder was thick and tough, not letting the rain soak your clothes and personal objects.The first thing you did was pick up your two portraits where one you were with your parents and the other you were with your friends. You looked around, not sure where you would put it, then left them on the nightstand beside the bed, deciding that you would think about it later.

You took a towel and dry clothes, plus some toiletries and decided to take a shower to warm up. Following Lynn's instructions, you followed the corridor at the end of the one you were in, heading toward the bathroom. When you got there, you undressed and finally entered one of the shower cabins, your body thanking the warmth of the hot water after going through all that cold. You took a deep breath before closing your eyes and putting your head under the water, trying to think that all that change would do you good and that it was necessary, but a strange, inappropriate shiver hit your spine, making you got out of the water and opening your eyes at once, as if you felt there was someone who was watching you.

You used your arms, trying to cover your body and leaned out of the Box, looking around, checking to see if anyone was really there, but the only thing you saw were the blurred sink mirrors and the incandescent lamp on the left side of the bathroom blinking, which was not strange to an old structure. The wires should already be corroded.

You shrugged and turned into the Box, lathering and rinsing. As soon as you finished your bath, you took the towel that was hanging outside the Box and dried, putting on your clothes soon after. When you stopped in front of the mirror to comb your hair, you used one hand to wipe the glass that was blurred, but the moment you did it, that light in the back of the bathroom, in front of the toilet cabins exploded, making a flash invade the bathroom and you stifle a startled scream, jumping and turning for once, seeing the shards of the lamp on the floor. You put your hand on your chest, and laughed at your own fright.

After combing your hair, you grabbed your wet clothes and left the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You tried to be as quiet as possible to not wake the other students who should be in their sleeping rooms, but as you turned the corridor, you let out a scream as you nearly slammed into someone, dropping your clothes, letting them fall to the floor and jumping back.

“Sorry.” The tall man said, with a small smile on his face. The messy blond hair, looking like he had just woken up, his fleshy lips holding a square smile, he had black eyes and his eyebrows lowered as he smiled. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

"No, it's okay, it's just ..." You took a deep breath, still wide-eyed, with the tremors still running through your body. “This is the second fright in less than 10 minutes, so it wasn’t your fault, I was vulnerable.” You smiled at him, bending down and picking up the things you had dropped.

"You are not from here." He said, making you lift your head and look at him while still with your knees on the floor.

“I'm a freshman. I arrived less than two hours ago ... problems with the time zone.” You said standing up. That's when you frowned and stared at him. He should not be there. After all, that was the women's dormitory. “Wait, what are you doing here? I thought the boys were forbidden in the girls' dormitory.”

"And they are, but rules were made to be broken.” He laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “By the way, I'm Taehyung.”

“(Y/N).”

"You said this was the second fright in 10 minutes... What was the other one? Are you scared by the old thing that is this place?”

"Oh ... um ... I was taking a shower and I felt like someone was watching me, and then a lamp exploded right behind me… so I just freaked out.” You smiled embarrassed. Taehyung took a good look at you before biting his lips, shoving his hands in his pockets and shrugging.

“You want me to take a look? Just in case! I'm not the only guy who sneaks through these hallways at night.” He said taking a few steps, turning in the hallway, stopping and looking at you who was holding your clothes against your chest. You blinked a few times, considering the idea of it, until you nodded and followed him toward the bathroom. Taehyung was the first to go in, while you took only a few steps inside, watching as he analyzed the place, looking into the Boxes and the toilette’s cabins. He didn’t look like a bad person, probably should be leaving some room of some girl and you couldn’t blame anyone, he was handsome and he was worth breaking some rules. You shook your head, sending that thought away, as soon as you saw him standing in front of the shattered bulbs. "Yeah, there's no one." He said biting the inside of his cheek before turning to you. “Maybe the ghost of one of the girls who died of boredom at this college came to tell you that you have to go to many parties this year if you do not want to end up like her.” He smiled at you and you laughed, shaking your head.

“I will remember this.” You said going into the hall. Taehyung accompanied you to the door of your room, where the two of you stopped and looked at each other.

“If you want me to show you the city or some cool place, let me know, I'm always out there. And if you can keep my coming here as a secret, I'd appreciate it ...”

“I’ll not tell anyone, I promise.” You smiled at each other. He nodded and turned away, heading toward the stairs. You entered your room, throwing your wet clothes in a corner, using the towel to dry your hair. Through the window, you could see Taehyung running toward the other building, under the rain. It had not been so bad, it seems, even if it had been clandestinely, you had already made a friend.

...

It had been over a month since you were in the new university. You hadn’t made many friends, but you already knew and talked with many of the girls who also studied there, but from the day you arrived there, you hadn’t gone out to the garden, or to meet the boys' university, even now having heard that many of them were hots. You were not yet accustomed to that place, so you went only to the places you needed to go, as for classes, canteen, bathroom, and your room. It was a bit lonely, you admitted, but it was good.

“You’ll go to town tonight, right?” Keila asked as you walked up the stairs toward your rooms. She was your neighbor, her room was in front of yours. You grimaced and she opened her mouth in indignation, slapping your arm. “You've been here for over a month, (Y/N), you need to socialize. It's good to have good grades, but you're going to go crazy if you don’t have some fun.”

“I know, it's just that it's weird to hang out without my friends, I feel like I'm cheating on them." You said, making the girl at your side laugh loudly. “What!”

“I appreciate your loyalty, seriously, but I'm sure they have not stopped hanging out because of you. And anyway, they're there and you're here. What eyes don’t see, the heart doesn’t feel, so try to put on a short skirt or tight pants, because today ,you go to a party with me.”

…

It was seven in evening when you and Keila came to the famous bar she talked about, half of the university was there, because it was technically the only bar in town that accepted new hormone-filled adults in there without ordering gala clothes or good behavior. It was a typical roadside bar, but in the middle of the town, it mixed all the tribes, from the poorest to the richest, from the rockers to the hipsters. What mattered in there was what they were going to drink and who they were going to kiss.

There were several tables in there, and they were all crowded with people, so many of them were standing, drinking glasses in their hands, talking or kissing, while random music played in the boxes across the ceiling. Unlike the bars and pubs you were accustomed to going to, that place was well lit, not sophisticated, but cozy. There were billiards and geek tables for anyone who wanted to play. There was also a small dance floor near those tables for anyone who wanted to dance. There were also some murals scattered around the walls for anyone who wanted to sign his name there and leave his mark. The bar had style.

"Now I'm going to introduce you to the most hot guys of the University." Keila said grabbing your wrist, not letting you pronounce yourself and pulled you toward the pool tables. In passing by some people, you observed where she was taking you and who was playing pool. One of them was bending over the table, calculating his shot, while the other had beer in a bottle, resting one arm on his club. “Hey guys. This is ...”

“(Y/N)! Hi!” The man who had once been bent over the table, after making his move, got up and looked back, and to your surprise it was Taehyung. He wore ripped jeans, black sneakers, a white T-shirt under a thin black sweater, black half-finger gloves, and a black cap, letting his fringe fall over his eyes. He smiled at you and approached, slipping one of his arms over your shoulder and giving you a hug. "I thought you had died of boredom."

"If Keila had not convinced me to come here today, I'd probably be dead by tomorrow." You laughed with him, remembering the joke he made when you meet.

"Wait a minute, you know each other?" Keila asked beside you.

"Yeah, she got me out of Victoria's room the last time I was in the ladies' dormitory.” He laughed.

"Since no one's going to introduce me, I'll do it." The other boy said, circling the table and standing next to you. He had dark brown hair and broad shoulders. He wore a black blouse, pants of the same color. "I'm Jin, Keila's boyfriend."

"You're not my boyfriend," Keila said instantly, making Jin smile at her, and wink at her.

“Yet.” He leaned forward and gave her a kiss.

“Okay, (Y/N) and I are going to get some drinks, meanwhile, try not to have sex at the pool table.” Taehyung said dropping the bat on the table and walking with you toward the drinks counter.

…

Keila and Jin eventually disappeared from the bar while you and Taehyung talked about random things, sitting at one of the tables near the dance floor. Taehyung definitely was not just a pretty face, he was funny and smart too, but even with all that, you couldn’t be attracted to him, not to want to throw yourself in his arms at least.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked while you were watching the people at the bar. You nodded. “Why did you come here? With so many cool places to go, with so many better universities in the world, why did you choose here?”

“Because here it is away from the rest of the world. And I needed that, I needed to get away from some things, some people and some problems. When I first heard of this place, I just thought, why not? I do not have much to lose anyway.”

“And what were you trying to get away from?” He asked again and you bit your lip. You didn’t want to talk about it at that moment. “Okay, forget I asked that, how about we drink some more and then dance like we're not going to wake up with our heads hurting like we're being trampled by a herd of elephants?”

"It's a great idea, Taehyung …"

"Tae.” He corrected you, “Call me Tae"

…

Another month has passed since that day, you and Taehyung ended up becoming really friends, talking whenever you could. You, he, Keila, and Jin would meet at lunch every day to complain about classes and plan what you would do over the weekend, and sometimes at night you slip out of the dormitory into the woods to light a fire and tell horror stories, making jin yell several times, which was the most craven of the four.

Everything was going well until strange things started to happen to you. When you were alone in your room, you felt creepy, you felt as if there was someone there with you. Your things moved by themselves, you left something in a certain place, but when you went back to the room, that thing was in a totally different place. You left the door locked and talked to Lynn about the case of someone invading your room, but nothing had ever been stolen or damaged, just moved. Windows and doors closed on their own, without a breeze to push them. Sometimes you could even hear the voice of a man grumbling something, as if he were complaining about something. The voice was low and soft, and you could not recognize it, and you never found out if it was something in your head or if any of Taehyung’s friends was trying to play a trick on the girls.

One day you woke up in a jolt at tree in the morning. You could not remember if you had had a nightmare, just felt the need to drink water and calm your heart. You went down the stairs to the first floor, hugging your body because you felt the chill of dawn combined with rain falling outside. As you took your glass of water, you were climbing the stairs, heading toward the hallway of your room, but stopped walking when you heard a melody being played. It could be some of the girls listening to music, but you were not sure that some of those promiscuous girls liked to listen to Mozart because that was what they were playing. You decided to follow the melody, and ended up in front of the music room on the second floor. You frowned, wondering who would be there at that time, playing Mozart. You held the doorknob of the wooden door and pushed it in, but at the same moment the melody stopped.

"Okay, this is very strange." You whispered to yourself as you looked around the room and realized there was no one around.

You walked toward the piano and circled. It wasn’t an electric piano, there was no way anyone could have let the music play alone. You looked at the bench, frowning, the feeling you had at that moment, it was as if there was someone sitting there. You shook your head. That was not possible. You reached out to touch the bench, but the loud crack of the wooden window being opened, and the wind and the rain pouring in, made you jump and run toward it, closing it. You took a deep breath and shook your head. You headed toward the door, deciding to forget all that and go back to sleep. As soon as you closed the door behind you, your entire body shivered as you felt like someone had just passed you by. You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the chill that crept up your spine and hurried to your room, where you slipped under the covers and forced your brain to sleep.

The next night was one of those nights where you fled the dorm and went into the woods. The four of them were gathered around the fire, talking about their supernatural experiences, and you decided that perhaps it was time to tell your friends what was happening to you. Keila and Taehyung laughed, while Jin as usual, was scared.

“That's no laughing matter, guys. And if the dorm is haunted? What if the boys dorm is haunted, too?”

"Ghosts don’t exist, you coward chicken." Keila said punching him in the arm, making him wince and look indignant at her. "It could be the wind closing the doors and windows, we are in the middle of the forest, the wind here is usually very strong.”

“The windows open inward, there's no way the wind can come in and pull the windows shut. And I never felt even a breeze strong enough to push the wooden door of the bedroom. And what about the piano playing alone?”

"It should be one of the girls listening to music, (Y/N)." Keila rolled her eyes.

"Of course, as if the girls at that university knew what Mozart is. If I ask one of them what Mozart is, they will tell me  ‘Is it any shoe brand?’ "

"It must be the ghosts of the girls who died of boredom who are haunting you, telling you that you have to get laid." Taehyung said as he licked his lips and smiled at you shortly after. You laughed and slapped him lightly on the arm.

"Jesus, stop talking about this, for God's sake, or I'll have nightmares tonight." Jin grunted, making the other three laugh, It was when Taehyung looked serious at once, frowning and squinting, glancing over Jin's shoulder. You who were sitting next to him and Keila who stood next to Jin, stopped laughing and followed his gaze, searching for what he was looking at. Jin stopped laughing and his eyes widened. "What, what are you looking at?" He asked scared, looking behind him, looking for something, and the moment he looked back, Taehyung threw his hat on Jin who screamed and jumped, still sitting on the trunk, losing his balance and falling backward, back to the ground. You laughed at the despair of your friend who stood up furiously, throwing the cap on Taehyung and heading toward him. Taehyung got up still laughing and ran off, being chased by his angry friend.

"Come back here, you son of a bitch." Jin shouted, chasing after his friend. You and Keila got up, knowing it was time to go back to the bedroom. You threw earth at the stake and walked the same path the other two had followed, finding them lying on the ground, laughing at each other.

During the short drive back to the building, while Keila and Jin led the way, you and Taehyung were behind the,, both silent, he with his hands in his pockets and you hugging your body, because of the chill of the dawn. The couple in front hugged each other as they walked and it made you smile, even though she was playing hard to win, you knew she liked Jin, even if his jokes were terrible. It made you remember the good times you had before you had to move, when your relationship was a good thing and not a reason for your tears of sadness and shame.

As soon as you reached the dormitory, Keila and you climbed into the bedrooms, while Jin and Taehyung went to the men's building. As soon as you stepped in the corridor of your room, you stopped walking, feeling that same chill that you felt when something strange was about to happen. The building was so quiet you could almost hear the candles on the candle holder burning bit by bit. You walked again, shaking your head and sending that feeling away. When you entered your room, you closed the door behind you and turned to the bed.

“What the fuck!” You screamed as you see a young man standing in front of your blackboard where your pictures were with your friends and family. The boy turned to you with boredom on his face, staring at you, as if it was nothing strange that he was in your room. You kept staring at him, watching him. He was tall, had black hear e dark brown eyes.He wore a white T-shirt and black pants. The shoes were the same color. “What the fuck are you doing in my room? How did you entered here? The door was locked.” You asked, hoping he would say something, but he just frowned, blinking in confusion. The boy remained silent, he put his hand on his chin thoughtfully, still staring at you.

“Is she seeing me?” He asked loudly, as if he were ignoring you there. “Nah, it’s impossible...”

“Of course i’m seeing you, i’m not blind, you dumbass.” You responded with anger bubbling in your veins. You hated strange people coming into your room or messing with your things. He was not supposed to be there in the first place, the boys’ university was on the other side of the field. The boy’s eyes widened at your words, looking totally surprised. And then he started to smile, staring at you. “Okay, that’s enough! Get the fuck out of my room, or i’m going to call the security…” You said starting to open the door, but suddenly he appeared in front of you, causing you to scream, jump back in shock and fall on your butt. The door closed without him touching it, and you also heard the lock been locked. You stared wide-eyed at what had just happened.

“Wait”

"How did you… How you… What…”

“I’m going to explain everything, i swear, but please, just tell me that you can hear me clearly and not just senseless growlings.”

“I-I can. I can hear you clearly.” You answered, with your whole body shaking. “Who-who are you and how did you-”

“My name is Jungkook. And i’m a ghost."

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Keila's voice said from outside the door.The man in front of you stared at the door and you heard it being unlocked, and suddenly it was opened. The girl came into the bedroom worried, and when she saw you lying on the floor, with a frightened look on your face, she frowned and walked over to you, past the boy's side, as if he wasn’t there. “What happened? Why are you on the floor? Why did you scream?”

“Didn’t you see?" You asked confused, taking your eyes off your friend to look at the boy standing there, watching you both, curious in his eyes.

"Didn’t i see what?" She asked turning back, glancing around the room, looking for something that might be the reason for your scream, but unable to see anything.

"She can’t see me." The boy said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Why?" You asked him, but Keila turned to you with a frown again.

“Why what?” She asked, but you didn’t take your eyes off the boy, hoping he would answer you. Keila arched one eyebrow and followed your gaze, staring at the empty wall beside the door. "What are you looking at?"

"Like I said, I'm a ghost, no one should see me. So I can’t explain how you're seeing me," He responded with normal voice, as if all that were not extremely strange and scary.

"(Y/N)!" Keila caught your attention, making you look at her. She was still waiting for you to respond, but what were you going to tell her? That you were talking to a ghost? With a hallucination? That there was someone invisible behind her? Or she'd punch you, thinking you were doing it to scare her, or she'd call you crazy. You looked at that boy again before you answered her.

"There was a mouse here, I ... I got scared and stumbled into my shoes ... It must have come out the window …"

“Oh, I hate mice.” She said helping you up. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm sorry for scaring you."

"No, it's okay, don’t worry, I'll go back to my room then, good night."

"Good night." You smiled at her, but as soon as you closed the door, the smile disappeared from your face and you turned to face the person next to you. "I want you to explain to me what the fuck is going on."

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Ride Or Die - Chapter 10 (m)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader — word c | 11,619 — genre | Mafia au!, angst , Smut, mature — summary |  He seemed to have come out of a museum for being so handsome, it seemed to be that badboy coming straight from the teen movies, but as you go deep into his life, you realize he was not a badguy just to annoy his parentes. He commanded a dangerous, feared gang.And you fell madly in love with him, almost leaving your life and everyone you knew behind, to be with him. — warnings/tags | Adult content, Violence, drugs, alcoholic beverages, explicit sex, low slang words. — A/N |  Like or reblog, because if you read on the phone, I'm sure that the fanfic will crash the app.The two songs used in this chapter are: Serendipity and Desolation Row (MCR). 

— Ride Or Die - Character Biography.

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When you and your sister arrived at the funeral, Brooklin had her husband to give her support, while the only support you had, was over with you. You hesitated to enter the graveyard, feeling that you couldn’t do that. It was when a hand gripped your waist, and it was Jimin who stood beside you, giving you a comforting look. Becca and Suhee were there too, beside you.

"I'm here with you." He whispered to you, looking into your eyes. "We are."

You took a deep breath, let out a corner smile, and went on, your legs fluttering and uncontrollable. Jimin squeezed his hand and arm around your waist as he felt you were getting heavy, as if you wanted to faint.

"It's all right, passion, I'm here." He whispered to you again, giving you the support you needed. He passed the whole burial with your face on his chest because you couldn’t and didn’t want to see the rest of the ceremony. As soon as you got home and saw all those people, family and friends on both sides, you just couldn’t stay there and then ran upstairs and into your old room, jumping on the bed and crying with your face against the pillow. Everything Jungkook had said, you knew that wasn’t true. Yes, there were people who wanted to hurt him, and yes, you believed the accident wasn’t really an accident, but you didn’t blame him for the death of your parents. What hurt you the most was the fact that he said he regretted everything that had happened with you, as if nothing of that was ever important to him as it was to you. Your head was jumbled at the moment, you could barely breathe, let alone think.

"Can i ask a question?" Suhee asked after her, Becca and Jimin come into your room to keep you company. You nodded after you managed to stop crying. “Where's Jungkook? He never leaves your side, why isn’t he here with you?”

“We ... He broke up with me last night.”

"He did what?" Suhee got up from the bed screaming. "But what the fuck that kid had in his head? I'm going to kill that son of a bitch when I see him in front of me. He used to say that you were the most important thing in his life and now he do such a fucking thing? I'll rip his head off ...”

"Suhee." You called her. "It's okay, I'll be fine, I just need time and rest."

"Sorry, I'm just ... I'm sorry."

“Look, Suhee and I were talking and we're going to uncheck our trip. There's no way we can leave you here in this state.” Becca said, making you widen your eyes.

“Don’t you dare do that. I swear if you uncheck this trip, I'll kill you both. I haven’t spent four months listening to you talking about this damn Italy to get here and you guys aren’t going.”

"But (Y/N) …"

“No ‘but’. I'll be fine without you. I'll feel guilty if you miss this trip because of me. Don’t uncheck it, please.” You asked. You was already feeling very bad about everything that was happening, you didn’t want to be the cause of your friends' unhappiness.

"Not to mention she will not be alone." Jimin spoke up. "I will not go on vacation. I was planning to spend the holidays studying, but it will be more fun to spend them with (Y/N)."

"You better get some rest, (Y/N). We'll help your sister downstairs, get some sleep." Suhee said giving a kiss on your forehead. Becca did the same. "Jimin, can you stay here with her, so she will not be alone?"

“Sure.” He smiled.

The two girls then left the room, leaving Jimin there, sitting next to you, while you lay with your hands beneath your face. He watched you. You was so beautiful, so sweet and affectionate. You didn’t deserve to go through anything bad.

“You can lie down if you want." You whispered with your eyes closed, knowing he was sitting there, and it might be uncomfortable for him. It took him a few seconds to decide, until he lay in front of you, leaning his head on his hand and watching you as you breathed calmly, breathing still failing sometimes for yours sigh.

“Passion?” He called you before he could stop himself.

“Hm?” You murmured, opening your eyes slowly and looking at him.

"I'm sorry that he broke up with you. But I want you to know that I'll never leave you." He whispered. You continued to stare at him until the corner of your mouth moved and you gave him a small smile before closing your eyes again and crawling up to him,shoving your face into the boy's chest that smiled at your reaction and hugged you, letting you sleep next to him.

The next day, the first thing your sister told you was that your parents' lawyer had come in and left you a letter. It was a testament your parents had made a few years ago. The letter said that your parents left all their assets to you, the house, your mother's shop, the savings in the bank, absolutely everything.

You avoided talking about it with anyone.

Your friends traveled and Jimin took some of his clothes to your house where he would stay for a few days so you didn’t have to be alone, because even if your sister and brother-in-law were there, she was exhausted and you didn’t want to disturb her.

The weekend came and you hadn’t heard from Jungkook or Hoseok or any of the boys.

On Saturday, you woke up two in the morning, screaming because of a nightmare. Jimin was lying on a mattress on the floor beside the bed. He woke up scared, bewildered, wondering what was the reason for your scream. As he sat up and looked at the bed, you were sitting, hugging your legs and crying wildly. He hastened to get up and jump on the bed, taking your face in his hands, worried.

"What happened, passion? Did you have a bad dream?" He asked in a low, soft voice as he used his thumbs to wipe your tears from your cheeks. You nodded, sobbing. He sighed and took you in a tight hug. "Do you want to talk about it, hum?" He asked whispering, stroking your hair, letting you calm down. You denied it, sniffing. You didn’t remember what had happened in the nightmare, you just remembered the terrible feeling you felt and the pain too. "Do you want some water? You didn’t eat dinner tonight, do you want something to eat?" Jimin's concern was clear in his voice. You denied again.

"Just hold me, please. I'm feeling so alone. I've lost my parents, and my friends ... and Jungkook ..." You burst into tears, with your heart breaking again. Jimin sighed sadly again, and tightened his arms around you a little more, wanting to give you as much comfort as possible.

"I'm here. You're not alone. We'll get through this together. I promise." He whispered to you, stroking your back and kissing your hair. With one hand, he pulled the blanket beneath him and with the other, he laid you on the bed. He lay down beside you and pulled the blanket over you. Jimin wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest, comforting you, swaying your body lightly until you fell asleep, sobbing again.

On Monday, Brooklin and Jackson had to go back to England, but they knew you'd be okay with Jimin taking care of you. Jimin made sure to take them to the airport and on the way back to your house, you got a traffic jam. And you knew it would be a long time to get out of there, so you left a song playing while staring at the cars in the street.

"You know what? We should travel." Jimin said, making you frown and look at him, confused. He looked at you, waiting for you to say something, but you could not think of much to say at that moment.

“Travel?” You asked, wanting to make sure he had actually said that. Jimin nodded.

“Yeah! We should get out of town a little. You and me. Now. When the traffic flow, I can take the highway and we can go to a city nearby. My parents have an apartment over there. It is a small old town, the streets are of stones and the buildings are mostly historical. It's beautiful. A good place to rest your head. What do you say?”

“But would we go with nothing? No bags? I don’t even have my cell phone here. And what are we going to wear?”

"We'll figure it out later, (Y/N), come on, we need this, you need it." He said and you stopped to think. Maybe that was a good idea. You didn’t have to much to lose anyway.

“Okay, let's do it.” You said looking at him. Jimin smiled and shook his head, nodding, raising the volume of the music slightly, excited.

When the cars began to roll, Jimin made the return and entered the avenue that led to the highway. You would leave the city for a few days.

...

The way to the next town was calm, filled with conversations and laughter from the two of them. The first thing Jimin did when they got there was to order a pizza. The apartment was in the only edifice the town had in the highest part of the city. It was something more rustic, older, but certainly very elegant. There were two bedrooms, one of them being a suite. The suite was fully open, the part of the balcony was totally glass, which left the view of the whole city, for whoever took that room.

A few days went by and you ended up getting the suite, even though you said that Jimin could keep it. But he said that every time he went there, he kept the suite and he was sick of the sight. You couldn’t believe him, that was a pretty view for someone get tired of. Jimin was doing everything to not let you remember the bad things that happened, but eventually when you went to sleep, you remembered and cried silently so you don’t bothered Jimin.

You always go out to walk around the city, even if it were to visit the same places. You went to the little mall, the small museum, the lake park. And every time you weren’t looking at him, focused on anything else, when you were feeding the pigeons in the park, when you were distracted admiring some artwork in the museum, or when you were walking through the aisles of the supermarket, researching what you would buy to cook for you both, Jimin could always record a video of you or take photos, admired by how beautiful you were.

Sometimes he could record you laughing alone, as if you thought of something that makes you happy. Sometimes he would stop and stare at you, as if he were traveling to another world, and when you snapped your fingers in front of him, he would turn red and try to change the subject as quickly as possible when you asked what he was thinking. When you went to the city's amusement park, you were walking on all the possible toys, but he found some resistance when he said you should ride the roller coaster.

"Are you afraid of heights?"

"Nobody is afraid of heights, people are afraid of going up in high places, falling and dying." You exclaimed, giving a weak laugh. "There are always serious accidents on roller coasters like when the cart goes off the rails, or when the security lock breaks and the person is thrown out, or when …"

"Passion!” Jimin caught your attention when he saw that you were starting to freaking out. "Nothing's going to happen to you. You don’t have to be afraid."

"How are you so sure?" You asked crossing your arms, daring him to give you certain of that. Jimin found it lovely and laughed, shrugging and looking away, you looked cute when you were being a hardheaded.

“Okay, if something happens, and I know it will not, I'll grab your waist and jump out of the cart before you get hurt.”

You gasp in disbelief.

"You will not be able to do that. You're not the spider man."

"Maybe I'm not ... Or maybe I am. You'll only know if you ride the roller coaster with me."  He said reaching out for you. You sighed and took his hand, rolling your eyes as he smiled at you and pulled you toward the toy.

“If I die and you don’t, I'll come back to haunt you." You threatened, making Jimin laugh and nod. Jimin bought the tickets, the two went to the queue and waited for your turn. As you sat down and locked the safety latches, you gripped the bar of the front seat so hard that your fingers lost it color. Jimin saw how tense you were and put a hand on yours, trying to keep you calm. You shouldn’t be like this, you've seen death close when you were kidnapped by those men. But the big difference between this moment and that moment is that before Jungkook was there to save you, but now he isn’t. The cart gave the first start and began to move. You closed your eyes too hard.

"I want to get out of here." You whimpered, making Jimin laugh.

“Unfortunately, miss, there is no turning back.” Jimin said as soon as the cart reached the top of the rails. You opened your eyes and opened them wide as you looked down and see how high you were.

“Fuck Jimin, i HATE YOU...” You shouted at the same moment the cart went down fast. Jimin laughed and made you loosen the bar of the front seat, raising your hands and screaming with you and the other people on the ride. You closed your eyes and used your free hand to grab Jimin's arm when the cart was upside down, screaming how much you hated him for doing that to you, while Jimin could only laugh at you and take advantage of the situation.

When the cart stopped on the platform, he was the first to leave, helping you out as well. You were unbalanced, because your legs were wobbly. He grabbed your waist as you walked away from the roller coaster.

"Are you okay?" He asked as they stopped near the cotton candy cart.

"I'll never do that again." You're laughing out loud. The pallor of your face began to disappear, giving way to your old, beautiful, stiff skin. "I cannot believe you made me do this." He smiled and took a cotton candy for you, watching you as you ate. "You look like a pervert looking at me like that." You said without taking your eyes off some kids dancing on a dance floor of a toy called 'Just Dance' near where you were.

"Of course, I have perversions for pretty girls who eat cotton candy." Jimin grunted, trying to look offended by what you said, but the only thing he could do was laugh after the loud chuckle you let go. "Is that interesting?" He referred to the children dancing.

"Yes, I think I'm going to go and show these children how to dance." Jimin raised his eyebrows and chuckled. You turned to him, handing the toothpick with cotton candy. "Hold my cotton candy, boy."

You bought your ticket and waited your turn. When you climbed the platform, you saw that you would compete with a child of about 11 years. Jimin stood at your side, watching you completely focused on the footsteps of the screen. As usual on that trip, he took his cell phone out of his pocket and started recording while you danced 'Pump it' from Black Eyed Peas. You started to sing along and be carried away by the music, ending up doing your own dance steps not caring if you were missing the sequences. At the end of the song, you congratulated the little girl you had competed with and headed toward Jimin, smiling. It was time to go.

A few more days passed and Jimin decided he would do something with the photos and recordings he had made of you. For a few nights while you slept, Jimin used the Desktop computer in the apartment's office and edited a video. He couldn’t find a song good enough to put as a soundtrack, until he looked at his cell phone and got an idea.

One afternoon, one day before you go back to your city, you were making lunch when Jimin yelled from the office for you. Entering the officer, you found Jimin standing beside the desk chair. He was smiling excitedly, which made you eyebrow curious as to why that excited smile. He pointed to the chair. You sat down.

"Please don’t be mad at me, I swear if you want me to delete it, I'll do it. But watch the video until the end, okay?" He asked and even confused, you nodded. He played the video and leaned against the wall, behind the chair, between the two windows of the room that had the curtains closed.

Your eyes widened when you saw that the video was composed of videos and photos of you, all of them while you were distracted, shopping, watching the lake view, looking at the old town grounds, even you dancing the day you went to the amusement park. So you started paying attention to the music, you had never heard it before but you definitely knew that voice. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, your eyes widening and your mouth opened at the same moment, releasing a gasp and then smiling in wonder at what you was hearing. It was Jimin who was singing.

“날 구원해준 나의 천사 나의 세상 , 난 네 삼색 고양이 널 만나러 온, Love me now, Touch me now.”

The words were so beautiful, it contained so much innocence, so many emotions. Jimin's voice was soft, angelic, almost making you travel to another world just listening to him saying so many wonderful words. Your thoughts began to be filled with things about Jimin. About how much he'd been gentle and kind to you all that time, letting you complain to him about whatever you wanted. His eyes were always so clean, no guilty, no anger, were so serene. Different from the dark eyes of Jungkook that carried the darkness. He was a wonderful person and deserved someone who was wonderful to him too. And you knew this person was not you.

When the video ended, you sighed, amazed at what you had seen. Knowing he was standing behind you, you turned the chair, watching him with his arms folded, his head against the wall, waiting eager for your words.

"It was incredible, Jimin." You said, unable to find another word to express how marvelous you were. Jimin smiled in response, glad that you had liked what he had done. “Why didn’t you ever tell me that you sing?”

"Nobody knows that I like to sing, the only people who heard me singing were you and a friend who helped me record this song, it's a bit shameful, I'll admit." He said with a shrug. "I couldn’t find a better song to put in the video, so I put that one on."

"Your voice is beautiful."

"Only my voice?" He asked in a playful tone, biting his lips. You just laughed. "Really, of all the girls I know, you were the only one who never told me I'm cute."

"It's because I don’t need to, because besides you already know this, I see more than just a pretty face in you. And I'm not like other women."

"Yes, you are not. It is incredibly better." He said with a intense look, and you can not deny that it stung something in you. You swallowed, saying you had to finish your lunch. You got up and thanked him for the video, and then left the office, heading straight for the kitchen. The rest of the day you avoided getting close to Jimin, afraid that your natural instincts made you do something you could regret.

…

The next day, after lunch you prepare to return to the city. You two talked all the time laughing and playing with each other. It was raining, so Jimin took almost twice as long to return to the city, and went straight to your house. As soon as he turned on the street of your home, you frowned and narrowed your eyes at the sight of a black Blazer parked almost over the front yard of your house.

You lost the air of your lungs, almost suffocating.

"Hoseok!" You said aloud, the smile creeping to your lips, lighting your face with the thought of seeing him again.

“What?”

Jimin frowned and looked at the house, seeing that the front door was wide open. When he stopped the car in front of your house, you left, hurrying toward the house. Jimin was quick enough to get out of the car and run to you, stopping you halfway, grabbing your wrist, making you look confused at him.

"Does Hoseok have the key to the house?" He asked in a voice full of concern and you denied it. "So how did he get in? We should call the cops, it may not be he who is in there."

“It's his car Jimin." You said pulling your arm to free yourself, but he didn’t let go.

"He invaded your house while you were not here, (Y/N)..." He stopped talking when he saw someone leaving the house. You looked at the door, seeing the dark haired boy all dressed in black coming down the porch stairs and striding toward you. And he didn’t look happy. You pulled your arm again, and this time Jimin released it, and you headed toward him.

"Where the fuck were you?" He growled as you approached him, grabbing your waist and lifting you off the ground, hugging you with all the strength he had. Millions of feelings took hold of your body, but one in particular made you hug him back and cry compulsively. It was comfort. When he put you down, he made you walk around, checking to see if you were okay. “Where the hell have you been? I tried to call you, but your phone were just off, i came here almost every day to find out if you were okay. When you didn’t answer, or didn’t want to open the door for me, i thought you were very hurt, but today your neighbors said they hadn’t heard a single noise in the house for weeks. I had to go in to see if it was okay, but you weren’t here.” And so he took his eyes off of you and looked at Jimin who had been standing a few steps behind you, staring at them both. “Who are you?”

"Park Jimin. (Y/N) was with me all the time."

Hoseok then turned his eyes to you, brows furrowed, waiting for you to explain to him.

“I didn’t want to spend the university holidays alone, Becca and Suhee traveled to Italy. Jimin gave us the idea of getting out of the city so we traveled to a small town that is near here. I was safe all the time.”

"And you didn’t think to warn us?" He asked moving away from you with irritation taking over his face. "Do you have any idea how we're worried about you, (Y/N)? All of us.”

“He told me to leave, Hoseok. He told me that I would never see you again then what should I have done? I just did what he told me to do.” And so you lowered your head, looking away from him. He sighed, knowing you was right. He ran his hands through his hair and opened his mouth to speak, but his cell phone started ringing at the same moment.

"False alarm, she's here, she's safe." He said into the phone. His eyes went to you and so he held out the cell phone to you. You already knew who it was. You picked up the phone, your hands shaking, and put it to your ear, unable to speak, feeling like you had a knife in your throat.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook's calm, worried voice said from the other end of the line making your heart skip.

“Jungkook...” You couldn’t say any more. You broke down in tears, all mixed feelings, sadness, anger, pain. He was always the reason for your downfall and for your rise. He was your illness, but he was also your cure.

"Answer me, baby, are you okay? Did someone hurt you physically? Do you feel threatened or being watched?”

“No” You answered in sobs.

“Good.” And then the call ended, and your heart broke into tiny pieces again. You handed the cell to Hoseok and Jimin walked up to you, hugging you and sighing sadly to see you in that state again. You had made so much progress these days that you spent together, but a Jungkook call was enough for you to break again. Hoseok looked at you for a few seconds. He didn’t like that, but there was nothing he could do at the moment, so he just passed you, got in the car and drove away.

…

The first month after the holidays was going well, Suhee and Becca had returned from Italy and spent most of the month talking about how beautiful the country was and how charming the Italians are, while you just told them how you spent the days with Jimin in his parents' apartment. You and Jimin also went out together often, but nothing was more than a conversation, even though sometimes you might feel a sexual attraction to him. Becca and Suhee tried to drag you into parties, but you could always get away from the frat parties. Somehow, you'd rather go to an gym to train your punches than to go to places where people were rubbing each other trying to forget their personal problems, knowing that nothing you did would make you forget- which is the main problem. Your lack of Jungkook. With that you ended up getting a lot better in your defensive skills.

"Are you sure you don’t want to sleep in my apartment?" Jimin asked after leaving you at the door of your house, after they had fun at an amusement park in the city. "You don’t have to be alone, you know that.” It was the two-month anniversary of your parents' death. Jimin didn’t want you to think about it all alone, but he wasn’t going to force you to stay with him either.

You watched Jimin. You didn’t know if it was because of the drink you took after you left the amusement park, or if you really wanted that, but one thing you were sure, you could not spend that night alone. You needed him, in every way.

"Stay here with me." You asked. “I need you ... In every possible way."

The blonde smiled as he pulled you into a calm, passionate kiss. He was in love with you, and even though you didn’t feel the same for him, even though you still loved Jungkook, he was happy to touch you, kiss you, and distract you whenever you needed him.

"Make me forget, please." You whispered against his lips, causing Jimin to smile and take you in his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and letting you open the door before climbing the stairs as you kissed his neck and then tossed you onto the bed.

"I'll make you forget everything, passion." He whispered in your era, with lust in his voice.

And that was the first time you and Jimin had sex.

…

The second month was going as smoothly as the first. Before going to college, you went to the store that used to belong to your mother and was now yours, to see how things were going. 18 years and beyond the responsibility of studies, you had to deal with the finances of the store. Thank God, Eva, the store manager was great and always helped with everything. Then you went to college, you studied, you listened to your friends complaining about the loneliness of not having a boyfriend but the advantages of it, you listened to them trying to make you believe that dating Jimin could change your life, but you just ignored them and tried to change the subject.

You would go to the gym and then would go back home, seeing it empty and sitting in the living room thinking about everything you had lost and wondering how Jungkook should be. It was like this every day. Most of the time you caught the phone in hand, about to call him, but then you would give up and call Jimin, to talk and sometimes to go out for a night walk.

As much as you know that he was doing everything for you to like him, you just couldn’t. Not the way he wanted, at least. You had affection for him, physical attraction, but you didn’t feel anything like what you felt for Jeon.

You were now ready to leave the house, dressed in black pants with a few tears along the thighs, a black blouse and a dark choker around your neck, and boots. You took your jacket on the sofa and headed for the door. It had been months since you had gone to some bar that you really liked, and since it was Thursday and Purgatory, one of your favorite places that always had live shows of rock bands on Thursdays, was open, you decided to go there, to get out of the princess bubble you were entering by spending so much time with Jimin being a prince with you.

You liked how he was caring and patient with you, but it was already starting to piss you off. You adore him, but you need to break free, let the dark take over your body, just like you did when you went to rock bars with Jungkook.

After locking the front door, you descended the porch stairs toward your car, which you had bought a few days ago with the inheritance of your parents, but stopped walking when you saw a car approaching. Jimin. You continued on your way to the vehicle that was parked on the sidewalk and leaned against it, waiting for the boy to leave the Range Rover and head toward you.

"Wow!" He said looking at you with your back against the trunk, your hands in your pockets, balanced on only one leg while the other was bent back against the bumper of the car. “Are you going to any satanic sect?”

"How did you guess?" You pretended to be surprised, making him laugh.

“I liked the outfit, a little dark for what I'm used to, but black looks good on you.”

"Yeah, black is sexy and slim." You said crossing your arms. "To which I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

“Well, I was passing by and I decided to stop by to see if you wanted to order a pizza or take a ride to clear up the ideas, but I see that you're already leaving. Where are you going dressed like that?”

“I'm going to a crossroads, I have to sacrifice a virgin to seal my pact with Satan. Do you want to go?”

“Funny.” He pretended to laugh.

“I'm going to a bar that I used to go to. Every Thursday there are live shows and I need to dive a bit into the darkness of rock again. All this light and mellow pop music is making me sick.”

It was weird. Every time you dressed in black, every time you put on punk clothes, you get aggressive with words. It was as if it were your armor, something that made you feel more confident and comfortable with who you really were, it was like if the darkness were part of you, as it was part of Jungkook. Ah Jungkook, I miss you so much. You thought, looking away for a few seconds.

"Sounds like fun." Jimin's voice said bringing you back from your thoughts and frowning at him. You blinked a couple of times confused. Jimin didn’t like rock, not even a little, he didn’t like anything that was too dangerous or ill-lit places, he definitely hated rock. You knew this because he had already said that he would rather die than go to a rock show where people started with ‘Moch’, a type of dance where the punks form a circle and there begin to make sudden movements, where they used their elbows, knees, fists to 'hit' each other, and jumping, running and colliding with each other.

"Wait, what? You said it sounds like fun?" You asked wanting to make sure it was what you had heard. Jimin nodded and smiled at you.

“Can I go with you? I've never been to a rock bar with live music.”

“I know, you made that clear when you said you'd rather die than join in with dirty, violent punks.”

"Well, yes, but I think it would be a good one. You like it, so …"

"You don’t have to do this for me.” You interrupted him before he continued to speak. "I see no problem in going alone."

"I know, but I want to do it, I want to go with you. If you want me to go, of course."

Park Jimin? In a punk bar? Or it would be fun or a total disaster. You thought.

"Well, okay, but we're going in my car."

…

As they reached the bar, you stepped out of the car while Jimin hesitated to leave, watching the people standing at the pub door. Some with Mohicans, many with tattoos on their body parts that were discovered, dark clothes or red clothes or red wine, no yellow or more vivid colors around. The sign with the name Purgatory, right above the door was red, blood red, that when it came in contact with the skin, it seemed that people were with blood all over their bodies. And he realized that by the time they got there, everyone's attention had passed to them.

You saw that Jimin was still inside the car, looking with a suspicious look on all sides. You could not help laughing at the thought that he was scared.

"Do you want to leave?" You asked, drawing his attention to you. Jimin got out of the car and stood beside you, still with that suspicious look on his face.

“Are you sure this place is safe?”

“Yes. it is not because they have clothes style’s and conduct different from the other people with whom you are accustomed to hang out, that they are bad people.”

“I'm not dressed properly ...” Jimin grunted and you rolled your eyes in impatience.

“Jimin, If you're worried about what people here will think of you for not wearing punk clothes, or for not having tattoos, you can forget it. This is not a frat party, it's not a college bar or a downtown pub. This is a rock bar, people come here to listen to punk music and get drunk, they are not here to judge you as the society where we live does all the time. They have something better to do than worry about someone else's life.”

"Then why are they staring at me?" He asked quietly. You looked around, seeing some people disguise, but they were definitely looking at you.

“They're not looking at you, they're looking at me.” She said turning to him. “Will you come in or ...?”

You then proceeded to the row of the pub, waiting for you to enter. The security guard at the pub’s door, who was looking at you before, as if he knew you from somewhere, raised his hand, trying to get your attention, but he didn’t know your name, so he called you the only thing he could call.

"Mrs. Jeon" Everyone in the line in front of you, turned around and looked at you, making you eyes widen, feeling your cheeks burn. You looked at the security guard who was beckoning you."You have a VIP pass to enter"

You opened your mouth to say that you was no longer 'Mrs. Jeon' but just shook your head and grabbed Jimin's wrist, pulling him in with you, thanking the security guard who smiled at you and entering the bar.

"What was that?" Jimin asked as they were inside the bar.

"Jungkook is kind of a member of this bar, and well, it seems they still think I'm 'Mrs. Jeon.’ “ You shrugged.

"Mrs. Jeon? But you weren’t married.”

“Yeah”

The interior of the place was filled with darkness, dimly lit. The middle of the room was not very bright, it was merely illuminated by the neon lights that stood at each corner of the bar. It were different colors, blue, red, green and dark orange, nothing fancy. The tables and chairs were wooden, all rustic. Opposite the door was a stage, where some people tuned the musical instruments and it was the most enlightened place of the bar.  On the left side there were the entrances to the toilets and on the right side, there was the bar bench next to an emergency exit.

You walked with the boy toward the counter and you could feel glances over at you. Jungkook’s girl, they still looked at you and see that. The untouchable girl, the woman that no man or woman there would dare to confront or flirt with. But they were intrigued to see you with another man other than Jeon or one of the Century boys, even if all the rumors had spread that the two had ended, many there didn’t believe they had actually finished.

"Hey, (Y/N)." The bartender, who also owned the bar, greeted you as soon as he saw you approaching.

"Danny, hi!" You waved at him, sitting on a bench, accompanied by Jimin.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you around here, how are you?" And so he noticed Jimin's presence. "And who is he?"

"This is Jimin, he's a friend of the university. He never went into a punk bar in his life." You said, making Danny's eyes widen and he looked surprised at Jimin.

"And you chose to bring him to my bar to take his virginity? I'm honored." He said putting his hand on his chest, making you laugh. "What are you going to drink tonight? The same?"

“Yes. Jimin?” You turned to him as he looked around. So he looked back at you and Danny. "I always drink whiskey when I come here, what do you want?"

"It may be the same." He smiled.

“So how's life going after ... you know.” Danny asked as he placed the two glasses on the counter and served them. You knew he was talking about your breakup with Jeon.

"It's going well, I'm still getting used to it, but the truth is I didn’t want any of this to happen." You said leaning over the counter, You took a sip and as the alcohol touched your mouth, a flashback came to your mind.

The first time you went there, you were not dating. Jungkook introduced you to everyone as a friend, but everyone there looked upon you as his girl, even because he never brought anyone there who was not one of the boys. You remembered the day you started dating and he took you there because it was romantic rock night, was having a cover show where the band on stage played Every Breath You Take by The Police, and you practically forced him to go to the front of the stage, because you were in love with that song, one of your favorites.

"This song says a lot about me." Jungkook said as he hugged your waist from behind, letting you lean your head against his chest.

“Are you basically saying you're going to become a stalker?”

"Maybe." He laughed. "But from now on, I'm not leaving you. You're mine, forever." He whispered into your ear, giving a wet kiss to your neck, making you shiver.

"I can live with that." You answered, turning your face, looking at him with a smile on your face and kissing him.

When you came back to reality, you took another sip of your drink, and looked at Jimin who stood beside you, watching the place. Part of you was disappointed that he was there with you and not Jungkook, but another part told you that you needed to forget your ex boyfriend and continue your life. Maybe going there that night would help you say goodbye to you old life, to your story with Jeon, and maybe the next day you would be ready to start a new life, but this time with Jimin.

“If you keep staring like that, some people will think you are interested in sex or that you want to fight.” You said drawing the attention of the boy who took his eyes off a group of strange-haired girls who were near the door of the ladies' room. “What do you think about the place?”

"I don’t know exactly, it seems to be a cool place, different from what people say." He said finishing his drink. “You know, people say punks are violent and clueless, they break things for fun ...”

“Yeah, they do. But the regulars of this bar are not like that, at least not in here.” You said taking a look around. "And Danny has a shotgun under the counter, so no one here is going to try something stupid." You laughed.

"Did you know this place for your ex?" Jimin asked and you nodded. "He was a punk, too?"

“No, he just likes the musical style and wasn’t much of a fan of colorful clothes. He never wore vibrant colors.”

“Why?”

“He liked the darkness. Black is comforting to him.” You said with a shrug.

"How did a girl like you come to the middle of all this mess?" He laughed disbelievingly. “You don’t seem to be the kind of girl who likes that sort of thing, you know? I mean, I understand you might like the music and maybe the style of clothes that looks great on you, but look at this place! It is poorly lit and has a strong smell of alcohol. Probably if I go to the bathroom, I'll find two people eating each other, or poking. You shouldn’t be here in the midst of all these ... savages.”

“And what kind of girl do you think I am, Jimin?” You asked, controlling the tone of your voice, not wanting to show that at that moment you were angry, frowning as you turned to him. “The kind of girl who likes to go to frat parties, who likes to be flirted with by a guy who is going to tell me that I am the most beautiful girl in that place, that will fill me with compliments and promises, and then take me to bed and the next day spread my name across the campus like another fuck he had?” Jimin opened his mouth to speak, but you didn’t give him time to respond, just kept talking. “Or the kind of girl who likes being flattered all the time, pretending to be dumb and stupid to get what she wants instead of running after it?”

“I didn’t...”

“Or maybe you think I'm that kind of woman who prefers to stay at home watching stupid romantic movies with ridiculous soundtracks, rather than being somewhere enjoying my life. I'm not a princess like Becca and Suhee, Jimin.” You said looking away, not wanting to face him at that moment. “I'm not the girl of your dreams, this is what I like, not always going to romantic dates, or someone opening the car door for me. I want to live, take risks, not have my life facilitated by a man. This is me.”

Jimin was quiet for a moment, he didn’t know you would be so offended by what he had said.

"I'm sorry (Y/N), it's just that when I met you, you seemed like a fragile, cute girl who needed someone to take care of you, that’s why I'm so sticky with you. But now I understand that you are a strong woman, that you do not need anyone to do things for you, because you can do it on your own. And I thank you for bringing me here today and showing your true self. I'm glad you trust me enough for that.” And then he smiled softly, making all the irritation drain from your body. You smiled at him and approached him, giving him a hug. "I think we need a little more whiskey.”

…

After a few more doses, you were already beginning to feel alcohol affect your senses. Now you and Jimin laughed as you talked to Danny about some funny, random matters.

"The band is late today." You commented to the owner, who laughed and looked around at the stage. "Who's playing tonight?"

“It's not a band, it's just 5 guys who got together and asked me to play something tonight. You know the lead singer, Jung.”

"Jung?" You choked. "Are you talking about Hoseok?" He nodded, leaving you in shock. "He never ... I didn’t know he sang …"

"Neither do I, it seems we both had a surprise today ... and there he is." He said pointing toward the stage. Turning, Hoseok was up there with four more dudes. In place of the black T-shirt, there was a blood red color. He wore a black jacket and pants of the same color, as always, all torn. His black hair was tossed back, showing the bandage over his right eyebrow. There were chains hanging from the waistband of his pants and he wore boots.  People began to notice the band's presence there and began to scream at the sight of it, and many commented in surprise at seeing Hoseok up there. Many girls shouted compliments as "hot" or begged him to fuck them. And no wonder he was very successful among women for being as handsome as Jungkook.

It wasn’t long before in all that darkness he could find you sitting in the bar and staring into his eyes. He was surprised to see you there and happy too, he missed your company. His eyes slid from you to Jimin who was at his side and he laughed with derision, as if he did not believe that someone like him could be there, but he assumed that a man did everything for a woman when he wanted to fuck her.

As soon as you realized that he was staring directly at you as he adjusted the microphone and the others moved into position, you had no other reaction than to smile at him, feeling your heart warm to see your sunshine again. That was one of the things you missed, Hoseok and the smile who looked like the sunshine. A smile that always helped your day get better.

When he realized you were looking back, he cocked his head to the side and raised his eyebrow, giving her a defiant look, smiling at you shortly after, making all the girls look in your direction, some even commenting something like 'she already has Jungkook and now she's got Hoseok too? Who does she think she is? ' and others replying 'she's Jeon's girl, she can do whatever she wants.'

The first chords of the guitar began and as soon as the drums came together with the stringed instrument, the people who were close to the stage started jumping and dancing to the music. You laughed when you saw Hoseok shaking his head and moving as if he were really the lead singer of a rock band. You knew that song, Desolation Row, part of the Watch Men soundtrack, a film you and Jungkook's friends had on their favorites list.

As soon as he began to sing, you opened your mouth gasping, surprised and in shock at the same time to see that he really was good at singing. You smiled in excitement, feeling euphoric to see him that way, so wild, practically screaming into the microphone while dozens of punks jumped with the strong melody and the bass chords of the guitars, and in the front of the stage, a group started with the famous ‘moch punk’, everything Jimin hated most, but he seemed not to be paying attention to that, but on how you shook your head and wiggled your arms, as if you were playing an invisible drum.

“Cinderella she seems so easy, ‘well it takes one to know one’, she smiles, and she puts her hands in her back pockets, so Betty Davis Styles.” Hoseok sang pointing to you who laughed. And then Jung's eyes came out of you and they stopped at Jimin, moving his arm and pointing at him. “Now but in comes Romeo moaning “you belong to me i believe” and someone says “you’re in the wrong place my friend, you better leave”

Jimin seemed to feel the force of the words and flinched as if he'd just had been punched. Hoseok laughed, dark-eyed, realizing that Jimin had realized that this was a warning to him, telling him to stay away from you, because that was not a place for him. Since Hoseok met him that day at your house, he hadn’t liked Jimin, no man other than the Century boys should be as close to you as Jimin was at that moment.

From that moment, Jimin began to see that many of the guys who were there looked at him strangely and laughed while they said something to each other, that's because they understood what Hoseok meant. But you didn’t seem to have noticed Hoseok's reference, and just kept dancing and singing.

"(Y/N)?" Jimin called, getting up from the bench he was sitting on and holding your arm, making you stop dancing and look at him confused. "I think we should leave."

"What?" You asked, pointing to your ear, you hadn’t heard anything by how loud the music was.

"I think we should leave, your friend seems not to like seeing us together." He said louder, pointing back to the stage where Jung faced them with a shameless smile for you, but for Jimin seemed threatening. You shook your head, ready to protest, but before you could say anything, the front door was wide open and over the music you could hear the policemen shouting sending everyone to the ground.

In the past, you would freeze in place or obey, but after the experiences you had, your instincts eventually changed and you were ready to run away as many people did, but Jimin simply stood frozen in place with his arms raised. The music had stopped and was replaced by bottles being broken, groans, punches, cries of despair and roars of hatred. No policemen would go in there and force everyone to do what they wanted without there being any conflict.

You grabbed Jimin’s hand just as a policeman approached with a pistol in his hand, but a punk jumped on his back and knocked him to the ground. It was when a hand grabbed your wrist and started pulling you toward the emergency exit. You were pushed a few times until you reached the back door and Hoseok pushed you out, out into an alley. Jimin fell with his knees on the floor, hyperventilating, behind you, almost knocking you down, but Jung grabbed your arm and closed the door, frowning at the boy on the floor breathing through his mouth.

“How did you get involved with such a loser? I didn’t know the college guys were so pussy like that, (Y/N), you deserve someone better.” Hoseok laughed scornfully at Jimin who turned his furious face to Jung. “What the fuck did you think you were doing surrendering like that, you idiot? You would get (Y/N) in trouble if you were arrested, you little shit.”

"Hoseok, he was scared. Give him a break." You scolded him and he looked laughing at you. Before he could say anything, the door behind him was snapped open and before the cop who opened it had a chance to see you or Jimin, Jung hit him with a kick in the chest, tossing him back into the bar, shouting for the two of you to run. You grabbed Jimin's arm and pulled him out of that alley, you circled the block and got in the car so you could start the engines and get out of there.

A few miles away, you burst out laughing, having to slow down and stop the car on the side of the road, throwing your head against the seat and laughing loudly, making Jimin confused, annoyed and bewildered to turn to you with scowl, hoping you would explain why you were laughing.

"That was a lot of fun." You said between laughs.  

"Fun? Is this your idea of fun, (Y/N)? We were almost arrested, and your crazy friend beat up a cop and threatened me. I don’t know where to see fun in the middle of this shit." He altered his voice in frustration.

“Hoseok didn’t threaten you.”

"Oh no? And what was that when he pointed at me in the middle of the verse that said ‘you're in the wrong place, my friend, you better leave?’ He called me a loser and a pussy because I was scared of all that shit, I am not to blame if I do not have the same custom that he and those trash's has to be accost by the police whenever they breathe.”

“Jimin, calm down.”

"No, (Y/N), is this what you want for your life? Get involved with people like that? Go to a dirty bar, full of bad elements and pray that the police don’t invade the place like they did today and arrest you? Live with someone who is a thug and just can bring problems to you instead of actually caring for you? Because that's what that Hoseok and probably your ex boyfriend are, fools, who wouldn’t know how to take care of someone like you." Jimin said loudly, looking out of the car through the car window, taking a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"Jungkook always took good care of me." You replied without even realizing it, it was already automatic for you to defend Jeon when someone said he did not know how to take care of you.

That made Jimin laugh with sarcasm and turn to you, even more angry.

“Oh yeah? So where the fuck was he when you found out your parents were dead?” He yelled, banging his hand on the car’s roof, making you cringe at his action. “Where the fuck was he when the funeral and burial of your parents happened? Because as far as I remember, it was me who was there with you, all the time. Since that day, who is always with you, wiping your tears, listening to you talk about your sorrows and complain about the lack of your parents, (Y/N), its me, not Jungkook, or Hoseok or any of those jerks punks with whom you waste your time. Its me. And you know it, but you keep defending him, as if he weren’t the one wrong in this story, as if all of your the tears in those last two months weren’t because of him.”

You just stood there, staring at him. He was not lying, he was not exaggerating. But the way he had said it, even if he had told the truths you already knew, that made your heart bleed again. Jimin put his head in his hands and took a deep breath. He realized what he had said and sighed, disappointed with himself. He raised his head, looking at you and watching you looking out of the car. From where he was, he could see your red cheeks, or you were very angry, or wanted to cry. Jimin wanted to punch himself for it.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry ... I didn’t want to ... I shouldn’t have said these things ..." He said touching your shoulder. You took a deep breath and stared at him.

“It's okay, you didn’t say anything but the truth.” You said in a low voice. "I'd better go back to driving."

You said starting the car and driving to your house. When you got out of the car, you didn’t even say goodbye to Jimin, just walked up to the porch, walked in, locked the door and went to your room, where you threw yourself on the bed and cried.

…

"Wait, did you take Jimin to a rock bar? Jimin? Park Jimin?" Becca asked, while the three of them were in the library studying together.

"Yes, and If you don’t stop repeating his name, I'll stick this book in your face." You threatened, lifting up the thick book of physics you used to study.

"Isn’t it obvious to you that he only did it because he likes you, (Y/N)?" Suhee asked incredulously. “I can’t believe you actually took him to a bar like that. He's not Hoseok or Yoongi, and he's certainly not Jungkook. I understand why he hated it all.”

"He didn’t hated it, he just panicked when the police invaded the place, sending everyone to the ground."

“Couldn’t you go to somewhere else?”

"No, it's been months since I've been to a bar I liked. All those couple dates were killing me. I can’t live a quiet life anymore, I can’t go to ice cream parlors and sit there eating vanilla ice. I don’t know how to live a life in the light anymore. I like the darkness. I like the places he took me... I love Jungkook.”

"Maybe that's your mistake, (Y/N)." Becca said. "Maybe you're looking for something to replace what you felt for Jungkook, but you know you will not find it.”

"Translate it, please." Suhee said closing the book she was reading.

“Jungkook was a Badboy, you went to bars at night, he drove like crazy, his friends were as crazy as him and everything you did was more intense. But Jimin, he's more timid, he's a Good Boy, not a Badboy. He likes pop instead of punk rock and drives and a Range Rover instead of that Jeon’s flivver.”

“Dodge 78. And it's a classic. Not a flivver.”

“What I mean is you want to replace Jeon with another Jeon, but that will not work, you'll never find another like him.”

"Oh Becca, thank you so much for telling me what I already know, my dear." You said ironically, making your friends laugh. “And this is not the time to talk about it. I have to study for the test next week.”

…

Later, you were heading towards your car, you just wanted to go home and take a hot shower. On the way you began to think, missing the other boys. You missed the silly conversations you had with Yoongi, like when he told you the first time he got drunk and climbed on a table, dancing to Britney Spears in the  high school.

You missed the food Jin cooked and how he fight with you when you 'pinched' the food still in the pots and he would scream for you to get away or you could get burned.

You missed how Taehyung made you laugh at his jokes and how cute he was with you, giving you all those hugs and affections even with Jungkook threatening to rip his fingers off.

You missed Namjoon and all the smart talk you had, talking about classic books and movies that you loved to read and see.

And as much as you saw him last night, you missed Hoseok, missed the way he tried to be affectionate with you, how he looked after you when Jungkook was not around, how he made you feel secure about your relationship with Jeon and how he showed you that you were the strongest girl he had ever known.

You missed them all in one, missed how they made you feel loved and part of something, part of a family that loved you and cared for you as the most precious thing they had. You definitely missed being the Century girl. The friendship you had with them and the love you felt for them was so strong and truly, you wanted to be able to take care of them, to support them, but now being away from Jungkook, it might not be possible anymore.

You were so deep in thought that you didn’t even realize that you were walking toward a person, until you hit her back and fell on your ass, letting your books spread around you.

"Oh my god, (Y/N), are you okay?" Jimin asked turning back, surprised that you had bumped into him and fallen. He held out his hand to you, helping you up, and then began to collect your books. "It's all right?"

“Yes, I was pretty distracted. Sorry.”

"No need to apologize ... I'm the one who needs to apologize to you." He said giving you the books, making you frown. “For yesterday. I was an asshole yesterday and I shouldn’t have said all those things to you. I was just annoyed by the situation and said what I shouldn’t. I never, ever wanted to hurt you, (Y/N).”

"I know, and we're fine. You did not say anything I did not already know." You said squeezing the books against your chest. “It's just... I can’t deny that I like that, Jimin. I like badly lit bars, I like my torn clothes, I like the music with the violent rhythm. I like the adrenaline of being among those people. And I will not change.”

"It's because of him, isn’t it?" Jimin asked biting his lip.

"Yes Jungkook was the one who showed me this life, he was who showed me that I always knew that I wasn’t part of my old life, that this life is was what I wanted for me. This is what I like, the dark, the hard, the intense… And I love him, and I will never stop.”

“How could you love him after all he did?” He asked, disbelieving.

Your eyes that were previously trying to avoid his, went toward him like a shot, and the blood ran from your face. Your shoulders tensed and you squeezed the books harder against you. You wanted to make yourself misunderstood and ask what he was talking about, but at that moment the feeling that Jimin knew who Jungkook really was, took over your body, leaving you in shock and with no reaction for the first few seconds.

"What are you talking about?" You fought so that your voice didn’t come trembling out of your mouth.

"You know what I'm talking about, (Y/N)." He snorted irritably. "He broke up with you the day your parents died, and Suhee told me how violent he was with the people who came near you." You let out a relieved breath knowing that this was what he was talking about, not about Jeon being a gangster, selling drugs, and killing people. “She also said that he had no remorse when he got into a fight, I don’t doubt that he is some kind of gangster and you don’t even know it.” You frowned, having the feeling that Jimin knew more than seemed. “I remember when Watson tried to attack you at that frat party, Jungkook practically killed him asphyxiated, and he threatened to kill him.”

“He was trying to protect me.”

“By almost killing that guy? How are you sure the people he walks with wouldn’t hurt you? How are you so sure he wouldn’t do that to you?”

“Because he loves her. And so do we.” A voice said behind you and you jumped in surprise. You recognized that voice. Turning back, you came face to face with Taehyung standing right behind you, both arms crossed and one eyebrow arched, with an expression that was a mixture of boredom and irritation in his face.

Your heart leapt as you saw him there, and you didn’t hesitate to throw yourself at him, dropping the books again, letting out a scream of excitement and hugging him tightly around his waist, thrusting your face into his chest. He laughed and hugged you too, pressing you against him and stroking your back.

"Tae, I missed you so much." You whimpered against his chest, squeezing him even more in your arms.

"I missed you too, we all missed, to speak the truth." He said now stroking your hair. "Hoseok said he saw you yesterday and I was jealous, so I thought, why not come here and give you a bear hug like old times?" You stepped back a little and looked at him, watching him smile with that cute smile he had whenever he was with you.

You were about to answer when you heard a low, ironic laugh coming from behind you. The smile faded from Taehyung's face as his eyes drifted toward Jimin, who had clenched chin, looking away as he shook his head.

"Tell me the joke, because I want to laugh too, clown." Taehyung growled, releasing you from his embrace and pulling you to his side, taking you out of the way between him and Jimin.

In all the time you've lived with Jungkook and the Century, you'd just seen Hoseok and Jungkook intimidating, but you'd never seen Taehyung in any sort of tense situation like this. Close to you, he was always radiant and fluffy, so see the facial expression that was almost like a manic smile on his face, got you totally surprise and made your body shiver instantly.

“I know who you are.” He said and Jimin turned to him, staring at him with the same look he had when Hoseok offended him last night, pure annoyance. “You're the coward who Hoseok talk about. Who almost gave himself to the police yesterday at the bar. He told me that when I found (Y/N) here, you'd probably be together, since you seem to follow her around like a puppy.” Taehyung sneered, taking a step toward Park who narrowed his eyes, swallowing the saliva, already wanting to fight him, but controlling himself. “What a pussy like you were doing there? I thought people like you just went to expensive, boring places with your buddies, your dumb girls, and bad drinks, where you meant to be better than the others.”

"You don’t know anything about me. It's none of your business what I was doing there, and certainly nothing I do in life is." Jimin said closing his hands in fist and stepping toward Taehyung, who laughed derisively at Park's attempt to intimidate him.

"Oh, you were there because of (Y/N)." Taehyung said, tuning his voice, making a stupid baby voice, as if he was talking to a child, irritating Jimin even more. “It must be hard being the second choice, isn’t it? By the way, being the seventh option, because before you, come six guys that I'm sure she wouldn’t hesitate to pick one of us before you, you shit.”

"Taehyung!" You scolded him, making him look at you and leave the sadistic smile aside to smile cute to you who was shocked by his attitude. Why attack Jimin? He didn’t do anything wrong with them or you. So why were they treating him like that?

"So it is with this kind of people you want to be involved, (Y/N)?" Jimin asked. "You deserve more than that."

"And you deserve to be spanked, but you're lucky I can’t touch you." Taehyung said, turning back to him, his expression threatening again. "At least not here, so you better be very careful where you walk, your trash ...”

“Taehyung!” You said it in a louder voice, frowning and slipping between him and Jimin, pushing him back. Jimin just turned his back and left. “What's going on here? Do you know him?” You asked seeing Jimin walk away. Taehyung turned to you with a look that made you suspicious. He blinked quickly and looked away before answering.

“Nope.”

“Tae.”

“Seriously, I don’t know him, I just don’t like him. He's trying to steal my little sister. I am not obliged to accept this in silence.” He shrugged and you snorted, bending down to pick up your books on the floor. "Are you free tonight?" He asked, lowering himself in front of you, helping you get the books.

"Yes, why?"

"We're going to a party." He said making you look up and frown at him as he smiles sweetly at you. He was up to something and you had no doubt about it.

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