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Chapter Eleven

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you’ve gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you’re far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can’t seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they’d do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc A/n: I'm sorry this update is a little shorter than the others! I think thematically it made sense to separate them this way. Also I swear I did not mean to post this on beastie-writes 😪 so I'm sorry if that threw anybody off! I made the update and saw my draft was saved under the wrong name and didn't want to start over. The other chapters will continue on sopebubbles!

Warnings: angst and lots of feeling (hopefully good ones too!!)

Word count: 3.8K

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It was easy to fall into a routine at the Bangtan house. You’d wake up in the morning, grab something to eat and chat with Jungkook by the poolside before he left with Namjoon to fulfill their duties. Then you’d “go for a walk” around the house. You told yourself that this was to wear off some of your excess energy and become familiar with the grounds in case you needed to escape, but the fact that your walk ended every day with you finding Yoongi was not lost on either of you. 

Yoongi was endeared to see the way you would shuffle and stare at your feet, asking him what he was up to when what you really wanted was to sit on the couch and watch dramas together. You may not have wanted to take him away from his work or maybe you just weren’t in the habit of asking for what you wanted, but regardless of you never expressing your wish, Yoongi was always happy to be the first one to offer. “Do you want to finish watching that drama from yesterday?” he’d ask, watching your face brighten as you’d nod eagerly. “Lemme finish up here and you can go grab Jimin.”

And you would. Because their roles rarely required them to leave the grounds, Jimin and Yoongi became your natural drama buddies. Every afternoon you’d pile on the couch together while Yoongi gathered snacks. They always seemed to be able to spare a couple of hours for you. Even Jimin, who at first seemed apprehensive around you, was showing signs of enjoying your company. Jimin started sitting closer to you on the couch and offering you some of his snacks. He liked to look up fan theories on his phone while you guys watched and would often share them with you and ask your opinion about them after each episode. 

But Jimin noticed the way you never closed the distance when you sat near him on the couch, how you kept your muscles tense even as Yoongi catered to you. There was a calculation in your movements so that even as you were at-ease in your body language, you were never quite relaxed. Jimin wondered if he was contributing to your tension. He thought he was demonstrating his acceptance of you, but maybe he needed to do more. “Val, do you want to cuddle?” Jimin asked one afternoon while you were both waiting for Yoongi to bring snacks.

The question caught you completely by surprise, your face heating with embarrassment, “I…um…” “You don’t have to,” Jimin added nonchalantly. “I just thought it would help.” “What would help?” Yoongi asked, setting the popcorn down in front of you. “Us cuddling with Val.” “And that would help with what exactly?” You kept your face to the paused screen in front of you, not trusting yourself to look at either of the men giving you their full attention. Jimin shrugged, “You just hold yourself like someone who’s been rejected, but we’re not rejecting you. So I thought maybe us holding you would make you realize we’re not rejecting you.” Yoongi chuckled awkwardly. Jimin’s brand of matter-of-fact honesty always toed the line of refreshing and uncomfortable. Jimin was sharply attuned to people’s body language, but not in predicting how his words could make other people feel. “There’s no pressure. You don’t have to,” Yoongi offered kindly, giving you an out. “It…it might be nice,” you whispered shyly. You thought back to the tender touches and closeness you shared with Taehyung and how nice it used to feel. But back then, it always led to something more. “Only cuddling, right?”

“If that’s what you want,” Jimin shrugged again, leaving the implication that you could want more hanging in the air. “Only cuddling. And if you want to stop, just tell us you want to stop,” Yoongi assured. “Okay,” you agreed, feeling awkward about what to do next. Jimin scooted closer to you, tapping on his chest, “Go ahead, snuggle up. I’m softer than Yoongi-hyung.” Yoongi scoffed and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you as you curled up against Jimin’s chest. He was comfy and warm, smelling of clean laundry as he let his arm hang lazily around you. “You can lay out your legs across mine,” Yoongi suggested, scooting closer to you and Jimin. You were still a little worried as you stretched yourself across Yoongi, but he gave you a reassuring pat. “It’s like I have a Val blanket,” he giggled. You could have laughed at that too, lost in the giddiness of how cozy you felt. But instead, you hummed in acknowledgement, already being lulled by Jimin’s heartbeat and the warmth of his chest. 

Jimin glanced down to see you completely slack against him, eyes heavy as your breath evened. He smirked, satisfied that he had finally gotten you to relax as he started to play with your hair, earning a happy sigh from you. 

“You look rested,” Jin mentioned, as he finished chopping up some green onion. His usual “Kiss the Cook” apron was tied around him while he reached for mushrooms to chop. 

Your stomach swirled with uneasiness as you thought back to how you fell asleep on Jimin’s chest during your afternoon cuddle session. You’d woken up to a gentle nudge from Yoongi, your fists clenched tightly in Jimin’s shirt and a small drool stain where you had rested your head on Jimin’s chest. Jimin was unbothered, and rather amused to see how relaxed you had been, but the thought of you letting go of your well-practiced control, even for a moment, unsettled you. You made a quick apology and excused yourself to help Seokjin, who had started the habit of coming over to make dinner in the evenings. 

“What’re you making?” You asked, pointedly ignoring his comment and hopping up on the stool across from him. “Doenjang-jjigae,” Jin answered with a happy hum, expertly cutting up the vegetables in front of him. Having watched him for several days now, this was not the first time you wondered what other skills Jin wielded with a knife. “Jjigae? Is that stew?” You guessed.

Jin nodded, “It’s made with a soy-bean paste. It’s a pretty common dish.” You gave a thoughtful hum, but said nothing more. “Is something bothering you?” Jin asked, combining the vegetables together. “Normally by this point you’re asking how you can help and taking it upon yourself to add seasoning to everything. Yesterday I nearly had to wrestle you to the ground to prevent you from dumping a whole tub of gochujang into the japchae.” “Gochujang is good though,” you grumbled, poking at a bit of mushroom that rolled across the counter. “Yaeya, dong-uihae! But the secret to good japchae is the right balance of soy sauce and brown sugar and I have been perfecting that balance for decades.” “You’re not that old.” “I started young. Do you think I let my mother eat bad japchae after I was conceived? No! She had terrible morning sickness because of me and lots of bad japchae,” Seokjin was basically shouting as he dumped the vegetables into the bubbling broth. You laughed heartily, hands covering your face at Jin’s overzealousness. With a spirit like his, you imagine his mother probably did get indigestion. “Why’re you always coming over here to cook dinner if you have your own place?” You asked once your laughter subsided.

“I asked you a question first.” “I’m ignoring it.” Seokjin shrugged as if to say “suit yourself”  before responding, “Namjoon asked me to. He wants to make sure you stay well-nourished and I’m the best cook in the bunch, so…” he gestured openly with his arms, “here I am.” “No offense, but you don’t really seem like the type to follow orders,” you mused. “None taken,” he replied, focusing now on on the slow-cooked beef from the oven. The smells in the kitchen were starting to blend together and permeate the air, making your stomach rumble inaudibly. “There’s no shame in following orders. Plus, I get to enjoy your company.”

You pouted, unsatisfied and hungry, “I don’t believe you.”

“That there’s no shame in following orders or that I enjoy your company?” “Both.” “Well, the most powerful thing you can do is believe you have power in the first place; regardless of if you’re on the giving or receiving end of orders,” Seokjin explained, putting the beef into the stew and lowering the temperature on the stove to a simmer. You grunted, still not impressed. Power was power in your mind. You either took what was yours or you didn’t. “And as far as your company,” Seokjin continued. “It’s a tragedy you’re the last to know, but you’re kinda cool to hang out with.” “Yeah, right,” you scoffed. “All I do is sit around all day.” Seokjin’s eyes widened dramatically and, putting a hand to his mouth, he gasped in mock-horror, “I hadn’t considered that. I guess I am having a terrible time.” “Cállate, pendejo,” you laughed. “Once I figure out what that means, I’ll have a very witty comeback,” Seokjin grinned, wagging a finger at you. “Go get the others, dinners ready.”

You wouldn’t want to admit it, but you enjoyed the cacophony of the Bangtan dinner table. So often you were left to eat dinner either by yourself or, on rare occasions, with Joaquin, that you weren’t sure how everyone could be so noisy and chew their food at the same time. Just the hums and moans they made as they ate and complimented the food made the meals loud even without active conversation. It seemed like every meal was the best meal they ever ate. And to be fair, every meal was delicious. Perhaps Seokjin really was the best cook in the bunch, though you hadn’t tried everyone else’s cooking to compare it. You liked to sit next to Yoongi during dinner. Partly because Yoongi was good at loading your plate while explaining what you were eating and how to eat it. But mostly because, even if you were still embarrassed from earlier, Yoongi always had a way of making you feel safe and unjudged. “Keep your thumb steady and only move your pointer finger. And remember, we have forks,” Yoongi advised as he watched your kimchi sliding off your chopsticks again and again. “She’s got it, she’s got it,” Hoseok chanted in Korean. You were sticking your tongue out a bit in concentration, studying carefully with furrowed brows as the red piece of cabbage made it to your lips. The entire table erupted in applause and you scooted your chair back to stand up and take a bow. “To Val!” Namjoon cheered, raising a shot glass of soju, the other men echoing “To Val!” as they downed their shot.

When you plopped back into your chair, you reached for Yoongi’s hand on the table and while everyone was laughing and carrying on you whispered, “Thank you for always looking out for me, Oppa.” Your heart swelled while you watched his ears turn red, “Always,” he whispered back, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. 

The dinner continued on in a light-hearted, joyous mood with little talk of Bangtan’s work life or your dire predicament. You tried to let yourself be lulled by the conversation, but the unease you were familiar with was back, bubbling up through your stomach and clawing its way to your throat. You kept quiet though, looking out over the table, listening to the blend of Korean and English around you, wondering when they might confront you about earning your keep or when they might get sick of taking care of you and ask you to leave. No one could really be that impressed with your ability to use chopsticks. It was silly and stupid and everyone else could do it anyway, so why did they need to pretend on your behalf? Were they setting you up for something? Trying to gain your trust? You became acutely aware of how you had slumped in your chair and were no longer contributing to the conversation. Were you killing the mood? Were the boys aware of how untrusting you were? Would they care? Your eyes settled on the empty spot where Taehyung still failed to show up for dinner. He wasn’t there because you didn’t want to see him. You knew that. You had asked for this space and he was giving it to you. It was kind, more kind than you were used to or expected. Everything here was. But why did it feel ominous now? Where was the catch? “Excuse me,” you said, standing up with a polite smile before you finished your plate. “Everything was delicious, Seokjin, thank you.” If anyone noticed the way your mood was faltering, no one said anything. Seokjin had been laughing at something Hoseok was telling him when he passively said, “My pleasure! It’s nice to have your moral support in the kitchen.” “Do you need me to get you anything?” Yoongi asked, searching your face for an explanation as to why you were leaving early. “I’m good, Oppa,” You lied. “Just a little tired.” Yoongi nodded, “I’ll clean up your plate. Don’t worry about it.” “Thank you.”

It felt like miles before you got to your bed, but when you finally reached it, you buried your face into a pillow and let yourself cry.

The light from outside your bedroom shined underneath the door creating dramatic shadows from the furniture in the room. Sitting up slowly, you blinked and rubbed your puffy eyes. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep but you were grateful that it was dreamless. Unfortunately, it meant that you would have an even harder time falling back to sleep. You sighed, the heaviness of your emotions had subsided but the echo of them was still there. You let yourself be ebbed by the flow of your aimless thoughts until your mind found itself back to when you had napped earlier that day. Between Yoongi and Jimin. Against Jimin’s chest. There was no pressure or expectation in listening to Jimin breathe and the way he and Yoongi avoided clinging to you made you feel secure in the fact that you could leave whenever you wanted. It was nice and you missed it. It was warm and you wanted more.

Before you could chastise yourself for being greedy, you left the room quickly to find Jimin. You told yourself, at the very least, you could apologize for drooling on his shirt earlier. Lucky for you, no one was around as you made your way to the basement, so you could avoid explaining your true motives. When you approached the door, you heard gunfire and shouting. Jimin was clearly yelling at his TV. You knocked on Jimin’s door tentatively. “Fuck this, man.” Jimin grumbled from the other side of the door. The noises from the action sequence stopped suddenly as he called, “Come in!” “I think you’re loosing your touch–” another voice teased as you opened the door to see Jimin leaning back on his couch, game controller to his left as he idly played with Taehyung’s hair and watched you come in. It took you a second to register what you were seeing. Taehyung was stretched out on the couch, head in Jimin’s lap, game controller in hand. Neither of them were wearing shirts and their sweatpants hung low around their hips. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before, but you still looked away. “Sorry, if I’m interrupting something…” you trailed off, rubbing your arm to get rid of the goosebumps. “No, no,” Taehyung shot off of Jimin’s lap and to his feet. “I’m sorry. I can leave, it’s getting late anyway–” “It’s okay,” you said, finding his eyes to show him you meant it. “You can stay. It’s, um…Nice to see you.” Even this small confession left your heart aching in your chest. After everything that happened, you hoped Taehyung didn’t hate you, but you also hoped you wouldn’t have to explain yourself tonight. “Please stay.”

Jimin watched the two of you, not sure of what to make of the exchange. He ultimately decided it wasn’t his responsibility to figure out why the two of you looked so uncomfortable, so instead he said, “Did you need something?” “I just wanted to apologize for earlier,” you answered, sheepishly. Now that you were actually in Jimin’s space, your plan felt very silly. 

“What happened earlier?” Jimin said, confused. He was genuinely unaware of something you had done wrong and you had never visited him before, so all of this seemed highly uncalled for. “When I drooled on you…” You replied, feeling more and more embarrassed by the moment. “Oooh,” Jimin realized. “Oh that? It’s fine. Sometimes people drool when they’re relaxed. I think it’s kind of nice.” “Did you guys play together?” Taehyung asked, trying to hide his shock. “Play together?” You echoed, having no idea what Taehyung meant. “Nah, she fell asleep on my chest and drooled on my shirt,” Jimin said easily. “I have an extra controller. Do you want to play with us?” You looked at the screen with the words Call of Duty across the top, “I’ve never played video games before.” “This wouldn’t be a good one to start with then,” Jimin thought out loud. “You guys should sit down. I’m gonna get the Switch so we can play Mario Kart. I’ll be right back.” Jimin stretched as he stood up, cracking his neck as he did so, and briskly walked out of the room, leaving you and a shirtless Taehyung standing in the middle of the room, dim lighting letting the weight of each other’s presence be known. “Are you sure it’s okay if I stay?” Taehyung asked hesitantly. “Yes, but could you put on a shirt please?” “Right,” Taehyung said, suddenly embarrassed. You turned your eyes to him, watching as his white tshirt fell loosely over his tanned shoulders, hiding away the muscles in his back that you once knew so well. That ache you had returned again and you were suddenly desperate for being held. Your emotions bubbled up to your throat as you struggled to swallow them back, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to be soothed. 

Taehyung’s heart broke as he turned back to look at you. You were only a few feet in front of him and closer than you had been in weeks, but standing there, looking so small as you held yourself away from him, he thought you were farther than ever. He wanted to kiss you again and keep you safe in his arms. He wanted to explain that when he called you his before it was only because his heart knew it found its missing piece when he met you and that he was wrong to think of himself as entitled to you and he was sorry he ever did. He was a monster in your life while you were the light in his and he was so, so sorry. When Jimin walked into the room, he noticed that you were both on the brink of tears. He knew that you both had history with one another, but he wasn’t quite sure what could cause such a reaction when neither of you had even been talking to each other. “Do you guys need to hug?” Jimin suggested. “Um..” You knew your answer before Jimin had even asked the question, every nerve in your body was begging for it. 

Jimin narrowed his eyes like he had formed some conclusion while observing you, “I think you guys need to hug.” “Please,” you had barely gotten the word out when Taehyung closed the distance and wrapped his arms around you. Breathing in the familiar scent broke the last defense you had in protecting yourself from your emotions. You nuzzled into his chest and let the tears fall from your face, feeling a wetness against your shoulder as Taehyung buried his face in your neck. Taehyung tried not to squeeze you too tight despite the overwhelming sense of relief he felt with having you in his arms. He told himself that even if this was all you were willing to give him for the rest of your life, he would accept it. He would never again ask for more than what you were willing to give. His shoulders shook as he wept against you and eventually he felt you rubbing his back, still not moving away or asking him to let go. Jimin was content to let the moment continue for as long as you both needed, seeing that there was a lot that you guys needed to process even if neither of you had words for it yet. 

Eventually, your tears had stopped and you whispered gentle shushing against Taehyung, feeling warmth spread throughout your body at feeling the weight of him in your arms. Slowly, he pulled himself away from you, looking down at you with a sense of wonder that you hoped you returned in kind. Whatever the embrace had done for you, it appeared Taehyung had needed it just as desperately. “Do you guys still want to play Mario Kart?” Jimin asked, already moving to set up the switch as if you had said yes. You giggled wetly, still high from your relief, “Sure.” Taehyung also laughed, a little awkwardly as he ran his fingers through his hair, “Yeah, that sounds fun.” Jimin turned back to the two of you, noticing something he had missed before, “Do I need to put on a shirt too?” “If you don’t mind,” You said. “I’ll wear a fuzzy shirt so you can lay against me again,” Jimin announced. “I think you like cuddling.” You had experienced too many emotions today to be embarrassed anymore or try to deny it, so instead you nodded, “I think you’re right.” You turned to Taehyung. “You’ll stay and cuddle too, right?” Taehyung could have cried again if he hadn’t already drained himself of all of it. He sniffled, happily, “If you want me to.” “I want you to,” You assured, taking his hand and leading him over to the couch. Jimin plopped on the other side of you, wearing a fuzzy black sweater. You were all snuggled up together, you leaning into Jimin and Taehyung leaning into you. Your leg was trapped between Taehyung’s body and the couch but you wouldn’t complain. You didn’t want anything to change.  Chipper music began as the start menu loaded, looking at the tiny controller in your hand, you couldn’t help your fit of laughter.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” you said, not sure if you meant the game or in general.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin said, quickly making selections on the screen before you were able to choose your own character. “We’ll help you.”

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Can I get mafiajimin and pregnant fem fiancé being worried and gentle with her with soft smut

oh my god so many requests! I love them!💕💕

Warnings: smut, pregnancy, pregnant sex, Jimin being a total softie for reader🥺, fingering, squirting

18+ ONLY

“Come on! Only one orgasm? Pleaseeee?” You’d been begging Jimin to make you cum for a while now. Now, before you start questioning, you’re currently 9 months pregnant. And Jimin has been the most careful about you in that time more than ever before in your relationship. But his one rule was ‘nothing that could harm our little mochi.’ So as the months went on, you only got hornier and hornier.

“No! Jagyia, we said nothing that could harm our little one!” He tried to protest, it’s not that he found you disgusting or didn’t want to make you feel good, he was just extremely nervous about hurting the baby somehow.

“I did some research! You won’t hurt me or the baby! If anything, it’ll release endorphins that will be good for us!” Closer…

“Where did you read that from?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“This medical website! I promise, it will all be okay!” Closer…

“…fine. But this will be the only time until after the birth. Got it jagyia?” Bingo!

You nodded your head eagerly, giving him a heated kiss. He grabbed your hands and guided you over to your couch, he didn’t want to admit it, but he was definitely extremely horny from having to wait nine months. He slid down your sweats and panties, showing off your glistening pussy. Jimin but his bottom lip, gently touching your swollen and sensitive folds. You moaned a little, “M’sorry…I didn’t think you’d actually agree so I didn’t have time to shave…” you admitted slightly embarrassed.

“Jagyia, I get to touch your pretty pussy after nine months, I could care less if you were shaved or not.” The comment made your cheeks turn a bright red.

He started slowly, gently rubbing your clit in circles, spreading your slick around, making you a mess already. When he felt like you were ready, he pressed his fingers into you. Being pregnant had its quirks! Extra sensitive pussy! Your hips jumped at the foreign feeling, making your thighs shake a little from how good it already felt. He took care of you. Slowly pumping his fingers into your pussy, reaching in deep to reach your g-spot. When he found it, he wasted no time in abusing it. You could feel his fingers tickle the inside of your pussy, the pressure point being overly sensitive. It made you see stars. He used his other hand to rub your clit again, applying more pressure to both. You could feel the build up of your orgasm…it was close, but different…he sped up his pace, and before you knew it, you were squirting. You moaned loudly and lifted your hips, Jimin kept his pace going, fast with lots of pressure. It seemed as if it would never stop, but when it did, Jimin pulled out his fingers and licked them clean.

“Maybe I should get you pregnant more often if it means you do that” he chuckled at himself.

Vipers And Dragons

PART IV

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Fury ignited in Y/n's chest the moment she stepped through the doorway. There, sprawled across her leather armchair, was Jimin, looking like a panther draped across its kill. He was all cool confidence, a smirk playing on his lips that did absolutely nothing to lessen the heat that flared in her core.

"Park," she spat, slamming the door shut with a resounding thud that echoed through the office. "What unwelcome surprise do I owe the pleasure of?"

He tilted his head back, a single black eyebrow quirking upwards. "Always so dramatic, Viper. Can't a man visit a business partner on a rainy night?"

His casualness grated on her. This was her territory, her sanctuary. His presence here was a blatant violation of the fragile truce they'd established.

"Business can wait," she said, her voice clipped. "Unless you've lost your men and need a Viper to clean up your mess again?"

He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down her spine despite her best efforts. "Never underestimate the Dragons, Viper. But speaking of cleaning up messes..." He leaned forward, his eyes glinting with a dangerous amusement. "We have unfinished business."

The air crackled with unspoken tension, a potent mix of hostility and something far more volatile. Y/n crossed her arms, refusing to be swayed by his sudden shift in tone.

"Business was the Falcones," she reminded him, her voice firm. "That's done."

"Not quite," he countered, his smile fading. "There's been a complication. A leak in one of our factions. Someone's feeding information to the Crows." The Crows, a rival mafia outfit notorious for their ruthlessness, were a constant threat.

Y/n's pulse quickened. A leak in their ranks could spell disaster for both the Vipers and the Dragons. "Who do you suspect?"

Jimin shrugged, his movements fluid and predatory. "That's for you to figure out, Viper. You have your informants, I have mine. Consider this a joint investigation."

Joint investigation. The very idea was laughable, considering their volatile history. But the threat of the Crows was a bigger concern. Y/n knew this wasn't just about business. This was a game of control, a power play disguised as a collaboration.

"Fine," she conceded, the word leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. "But don't expect me to share my intel with you, Park. This is a Viper operation."

"As long as the Crows are dealt with," he responded, his gaze holding hers with an intensity that made her cheeks burn. "Besides," he added, a slow smile creeping back onto his face, "wouldn't working together be a bit more… interesting?"

The implication hung heavy in the air. The sexual tension that thrummed between them was no longer subtle. She hated the way his words affected her, the way his nearness sent a jolt through her system. He was the enemy, a viper in his own right, yet she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins.

"Interesting, perhaps," she finally said, her voice husky despite her best efforts to appear unaffected. "But don't forget the game, Park. Alliances are temporary. Victories, however..." Her voice took on a dangerous edge. "Those are permanent."

He met her gaze, a spark of something dangerous flickering in his eyes. "We'll see about that, Viper," he said, rising to his full height. "This game has just begun."

As he walked towards the door, his cologne leaving a lingering scent in the air, Y/n felt like the ground beneath her had shifted. The lines between enemy and something more were blurring with every encounter. This joint investigation was a gamble, a dance on a knife's edge. But as she watched Jimin disappear into the rain-soaked night, Y/n knew one thing for sure: the heat of this game was only going to rise.

Vipers and Dragons

Summary: Jimin belongs to the dangerous, opposing Mafia clan of the Dragons. Y/N belongs to the vipers. What happens when their paths cross?

Genre: smut, light angst, fluff.

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PART ONE ---------------------------------------------------- Chapter I The titanium doors hissed open, revealing a scene bathed in the

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PART-II ----------------------------------------------------- Chapter II Days turned into weeks, the stolen weaponry a thorn in the Falco

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PART III ----------------------------------------------------- Chapter III The air in the nightclub hung thick with a cocktail of expensi

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PART IV -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter IV Fury ignited in Y/n's chest the moment she s

The Other Side - Part 1

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Park Jimin x OC (Amelia) Genre: Fluff/Angst Word Count: 1.6k Words Warning: Slight drinking, making out, nothing much explicit in this chapter. Note: (18+) Additional chapters contain heavy angst and sensitive topics. If you can’t handle problematic issues, I advise you to not read any further.

Summary: Despite her brother Taehyung’s disapproval of dating one of his friends, Amelia can’t keep herself away from the charming guy she met at his birthday...

Part 1 - Part 2 - More to come

“For you, I will be new every day ‘Cause it’s boring to have the same thing, right?” - Filter by Jimin

My brother Taehyung’s birthday was the worst day of the year for me. Don’t get me wrong. I loved Taehyung more than anybody in this world. For that exact reason, I could never refuse his request for a birthday party in our house.

I was the kind who hated parties and Taehyung, on the other hand, liked them very much. Furthermore, my presence in that party was a must for Taehyung to actually enjoy it. So, I would always end up being a weirdo trying to communicate with his friends whom I met once a year. Since Taehyung loved making a lot of friends, every year, I would meet some new people too.

Today the party seemed to be going for an eternity. The loud music was unbearable after a few hours. I was done making small talks with most of his friends. I needed some break as I felt my social battery was running out. I needed to find Taehyung.

I groaned in frustration searching for my brother in the crowd. I decided I was old enough to leave his annoying party any time I wanted to. After all, it was my house too. I could go anywhere I wanted. So, I headed for the rooftop.

Surprisingly, there was another person present whom I didn’t notice at first. I yelped in surprise when he cleared his throat to gain my attention.

“I’m sorry.” He said, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

A blonde guy wearing sunglasses, even though it was night, approached me. I realized that I had never met this person before. Thinking he was a new friend of Taehyung, I tried to talk nicely. But, to be honest, I could do with some alone time instead.

“It’s okay!” I said, “I don’t think I know you.”

“I’m Park Jimin.” He said, “I’m Jungkook’s friend from college. I believe you’re Taehyung’s sister, Amelia, right?” I nodded. But my mind was occupied with the thought that he was Jungkook’s friend.

If I had an enemy, it would be Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook and I went to school together. But we never got along. There was a history of endless fights and arguments between us. Some of them ended up with me crying out in frustration and Jungkook getting some serious talk from my overprotective brother. Nonetheless, they were still close friends.

Jimin suddenly chuckled, “I’ve heard quite a lot about you.”

I tried to smile. If he had known me through Jungkook, chances are, he didn’t know anything good.

A few cups of drinks were making my mind blurry. I started to find the stranger really attractive. I wasn’t even listening to what he had been saying. But his voice was pleasant to my ears. My mind was full of thoughts that seemed too wrong.

“Hello!” Jimin snapped his fingers in front of my eyes and I came back to reality. He wetted his lips before saying, “You haven’t been listening, have you?”

I shook my head honestly. He laughed as if he found it adorable. He took off the glasses and stared directly into my eyes.

Oh God! If looks could kill...

“I think you’re a little too intoxicated to ignore my charm.” he said. Without realizing I nodded in affirmation, making him laugh even more.

Oh God! His eye smile...

Then, he suddenly stopped. His stare was quite serious this time. He wasn’t fooling around anymore. I could feel the tension rising in the air. It seemed like there was an invisible string pulling me closer to this guy. I leaned a bit closer to him. But he didn’t move.

He half whispered, “Are you sure about this?” I nodded again.

Then, he leaned in to kiss me. It was a soft one at first, but gained momentum as soon as he got my approval. During our heated making out session, my mind had gone off to a completely different world. There was nothing I could think of other than him.

But soon Jimin let go of my lips and pulled back. A soft whimper left my mouth. Jimin just chuckled in return and shook his head.

“I don’t want you to regret anything once you’re sober.” He said.

I opened my mouth to say something but decided against it. It was already awkward enough. I didn’t want to embarrass myself further by saying something which would prove how desperate I was to have him.

Taehyung and I were only a year apart and he was the oldest. Our father was never in the picture and our mother died the year I graduated high school. Both of us ended up not going to college. Money was not a problem. We were pretty well off as mother had left us with a big house and a huge backyard of a flower garden. I worked on them and sold them in our personal flower shop which was quite famous in town. Taehyung, on the other hand, did whatever he was comfortable with at the moment.

Taehyung had lots of friends. But I only had him. And he was aware of it. But he didn’t mind. Even though he had many friends, both male and female, he would always forbid me to get a little too close to any of his male friends. I never complained either. Because, most of them were like Jungkook, whom I absolutely despised.

But I felt different this time. This Jimin guy was really messing with my mind. Ever since the night, I couldn’t shake his thoughts away. I felt a little guilty for keeping such a secret from my brother, to whom I had always confided everything.

“This is never going to happen again.” I would tell myself. But little did I know how wrong I had been.

Apparently, Jimin shared a mutual feeling and there was nothing that could stop him from coming back to me. So, coming back to me he did. But at the worst moment possible.

Ding Dong

Taehyung forbade me to get up from the dining table as we were having supper at the time. It was unusual for us to have a visitor so late. So, Taehyung went to check it himself.

“Is Amelia home?” I heard a not so unknown voice spoke and my heart skipped a bit. I knew that Taehyung was as shocked as me because he didn’t say a word in reply.

The stranger continued, “I’m Jimin. I hope you remembered me from the party. I came here with Jungkook.”

It turned out that Jimin had some important business in town. But unfortunately he was too late to catch the evening train. He hadn’t brought his car. Furthermore, he was not in the habit of riding a cab late at night. He tried calling Jungkook but he was out of town. He also informed Taehyung that he had an opportunity to become my friend during his birthday party. So, it seemed like he had no other choice but to ask us to let him stay at our place.

Taehyung didn’t seem to be believing any of his words. But he agreed to let him stay for the night. Only at one condition; Jimin was to share the bed with him. It is necessary to include that we had two spare bedrooms for guests.

I had never felt so uncomfortable while having dinner at my own house before. Jimin looked like he was having the best moment of his life; enjoying the food and appreciating it often. I nodded in between but tried not to say anything and let Taehyung join the conversation. Jimin was acting differently, almost in a child-like manner. I tried to avoid eye contact with either of them as Taehyung kept eyeing us suspiciously throughout the whole dinner.

After a while of chatting about nothing, we were all off to bed. But my brain had no intention of letting me sleep. Instead, it was replaying the night of my brother’s birthday. I wondered if this was the same flirty Jimin I had encountered some weeks ago.

Hours later, I walked out of my bedroom in frustration. Instantly, I was grabbed by my shoulders and I yelped in surprise.

“Ssh!” Jimin let go and whispered, “It’s only me!” I nodded in recognition. He looked at me carefully and a wide grin spread on his face.

“What?” I asked, surprised at his unusual behavior.

“Thank God!” He said with relief, “You didn’t forget about me.”

I laughed at him, “What made you think I might forget you?”

Jimin frowned at my taunting, “Why? You were hella drunk that night. I bet you can’t recall what we did.”

I blushed really hard this time. Of course, I remembered what we did. But I was in no mood to discuss that embarrassing event. Jimin had definitely seen me blushing. His cute face suddenly turned mischievous.

“Can you recall it or should I help?” he smirked. Now, this was the Jimin I was talking about.

Before I could shut him up with a slap on the head, I heard movements ahead of me. Both of us froze. Our eyes grew larger at once.

“Fuck!” Jimin whispered, “Your spy brother is awake.”

I ran straight to my bedroom and shut the door quickly. My heart was beating up to my throat. I could hear a conversation outside which made me smile like an idiot.

A deep voice asked, “Oy! What are you doing there?”

A cute one replied, “I think I might have forgotten the way to the bathroom.”

A moment of silence before a really angry tone spoke, “If you’re trying to make an excuse, Park Jimin, go for a better one next time.”

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The Other Side - Part 2

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Park Jimin x OC (Amelia) Genre: Fluff/Angst Word Count: 1.7k Words Warning: Drinking, foul language, mention of kiss, this chapter doesn’t deal with any major triggering issues. Note: (18+) Additional chapters contain heavy angst and sensitive topics. If you can’t handle problematic issues, I advise you to not read any further.

Summary: When Amelia and her bestie have an encounter with the duo (JiKook), they seem to develop a love and hate kinda relationship...

Part 1 - Part 2 - More to Come

Are we doing business? Or do you hate me? - Danger by BTS

“Do you want a drink?” I asked.

“I would rather have another ice cream.” Tara replied.

I rolled my eyes, “Do you even eat anything other than that?”

Tara was my best friend since grade two. We had our ups and downs, but were never separated permanently until Tara decided to live in the city to attend college. But whenever she came back to town we would hangout like we were kids again. This time, she came to visit the seasonal festival and I was determined to have the best night of my life.

I paid for the snacks and added to the stall keeper, “We’ll have ice cream and Cheetos too.”

“Two bottles of beer, please.” I heard someone beside me. We both looked at each other at once and I wished I didn’t have.

“Hey! Crybaby! How are you? Oh, hi there, Tara! Didn’t know you were in town too. So, you girls were having a little get together or something?”

Yes! It was no other than Jeon Jungkook. Just looking at him made me want to punch his face. I put on a fake smile over my gritted teeth and spoke rather mockingly, “How are you, big teeth?”

Jungkook chuckled and replied, “The bunny’s doing great. Thank you.”

“And so are the Barbies.” Tara snapped before pulling me away.

“Hey! Wait for me.” Jungkook called. We saw him taking his beers and paying hurriedly before sprinting towards our direction.

“Is he serious, right now?” Tara whispered to me in annoyance.

Jungkook whined, “C’mon! We met after a long time. And you didn’t even talk to me at Tae’s party. ‘Cause you were too busy drooling over Jimin.”

“Excuse me!” I asked, offended. Jungkook was really testing my patience.

“Who the hell is Jimin?” Tara asked, unaware.

“I’m Jimin.” Suddenly someone spoke beside us.

I looked at him in disbelief. My immediate thought was that he was perhaps stalking me. But then, I remembered that Jimin was a really good friend of Jungkook. So, it wasn’t unusual that he came to his friend’s town to attend a festival.

“Amelia!” He turned to me with a faint smirk on his face, “We meet again.”

“So, you’ve been talking about me with Jungkook?” I inquired Jimin as soon as we were left alone. Tara went to the bathroom and Jungkook was taking an important phone call.

“To be honest,” Jimin chuckled, “you’re the only thing I’ve been talking about these past few days.”

Jimin really knew how to flatter because I could tell that my face went red. But it wasn't time to give in to his seduction, especially when I was supposed to be angry at him.

"So, you guys are really having some fun talking behind my back, huh?" I retorted.

"You are indeed fun to talk about, I won't lie, but…"

I didn’t let him continue whatever he was going to say next. "Listen, I'm not interested in wasting time with you. I don't know why you'd approached me that night. I don't know what Jungkook has been telling you and whatever you're telling him in return. All I know and want you to be clear about is that I’m done encountering you. If you still don't let go, you'll have to deal with Taehyung."

Jimin laughed at my speech which only added fuel to my anger. "Well, one thing is true, then.”

“And what’s that?”

“You complain a lot to your brother, like a cry-baby."

Had it been Jungkook, he would have earned a slap across his face by now. I breathed out through my mouth to avoid doing something stupid. But someone spoke loudly beside me, "who the hell do you think you are, speaking like that to my best friend in front of me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry…" Jimin was yet again cut off.

This time, Tara angrily started to rant, "our night's already ruined. Thanks to your asshole friend. Now don't get me started on you. Don't even think you have any chance with my girl just because you're…"

"Tara," I immediately interrupted, "let's get going. It's no good fighting with them. We should know better since our previous arguments with the other asshole."

"Yeah, whatever!" Tara turned along with me.

"I'm staying in town for a few days." Jimin yelled behind us as we were walking away from him. "Don't hope to never see me again. 'Coz who knows! You might."

I grunted in frustration while  Tara asked, "want me to go back and kick him in the balls?"

"Why do all the good looking guys have to be assholes?" Tara sighed one day.

I raised my eyebrows, "which assholes are you referring to?"

"Whom do you think?"

"Umm…" I thought for a while, "I know for once, Jimin is attractive and also, turned out to be an asshole like his friend. Who else do you mean?"

"I mean," Tara replied, "his friend that you just mentioned."

If Tara had said that she was pregnant, I would have been less surprised.

"What the hell, dude!" I couldn't mask my disgust, "How can you find Jungkook attractive? I knew your taste in men was trash but him?"

"Oh, thank you very much." Tara argued, "Mind you, I didn't say he was attractive. I only said 'good-looking'. And I believe I added that he was an asshole. So, he doesn’t really fall under the men of my taste. By the way, aren't you the one attracted to assholes? As far as I know, it wasn't me who made out with one of them."

I was flustered by her reply. "Hey, that was… a mistake. I was… I was drunk." I stuttered.

Tara started to laugh. I couldn't believe she was bullying me for kissing Jimin. Maybe, I shouldn't have confided in her everything. Especially the part where I said I actually enjoyed making out with him.

"You're mean!"

I stood up and walked out of my room to the living room only to find that Taehyung was having a blast with his friends. And the friends in question are none other than my life long enemy, Jungkook and my most recent crush, Jimin.

Turns out Jimin was a sneaky bitch. Somehow he managed to manipulate Taehyung into thinking that it was his friendship that Jimin was after all along and he had nothing to do with me. He also added that there was a girl in his city that he was seeing. Taehyung didn’t seem to have any problem with being friends with him since he didn’t pose an immediate threat of becoming someone closer to me. Now, my brother was having the time of his life chatting with the two people I couldn’t even bear to talk with.

Both me and Tara listened to all the bullshit for a while and then decided it was time to leave. “We’re going out!” I said to my brother, “Want me to get you something?”

“Nope!” His reply was short.

“Well, enjoy, I guess!” I muttered under my breath and headed out with Tara.

“Wait!” Jimin ran out of the house behind us.

Tara moved in between and asked, “What do you want?”

“I wanna talk with Amelia!” Jimin replied casually.

“Why?” Tara pressed further, “Isn’t it Tae whom you’re after?”

Jimin looked irritated, “Can you please give us some space for a moment?”

“What do you need a space for? I thought you had a girlfriend. Why? Aren’t you loyal?” Tara kept on going.

“Are you just going to enjoy this?” Jimin looked at me helplessly.

I simply shrugged my shoulders in reply. Jungkook came to his rescue. “Hey, Tara! Wanna know what the whole college is talking about?”

Tara’s face went red, “Jeon Jungkook, I swear I’m going to kill you if you did anything funny!” And she stormed away inside the house along with a smirking Jungkook.

“Hey…” Jimin started but I cut him in between.

“Is there anything important that you wanna say? If not, please go bother someone else.”

“You didn’t even let me start!” he pouted.

I frowned at his words, “Your pretense of being a cutie ain’t gonna help you now.”

Jimin turned serious and asked, “What’s up with you? I can’t seem to read you right. One minute you’re so into me, the next minute you won’t even look at me? Is Tae the matter?”

“Nope!” I answered truthfully, “It’s you! You’re the matter.”

“Will you at least tell me what I did wrong since the last time we met?” Jimin asked gently.

I thought for a while before saying, “Why do you even care? I’m only an inside joke between the two of you.”

Jimin started nodding his head as if he just realized something very basic, “So, Jungkook’s the matter, huh?”

“No!” I denied.

“Oh, dear!” Jimin laughed, “Do you realize how long it had been since you were in school? Seriously? Are you still holding a grudge over those silly fights you had with him? Are you still that petty?”

I huffed in annoyance, “Go on. Tell me more about what else he had told you about me.”

“Nothing but all the good times that he had with you.” Jimin said with a smile.

“Huh?”

“Amelia!” Jimin shook me by the shoulders, “Jungkook always talked about you and Tara as if you were his only friends in high school. Yeah, he mentioned the fights and all. But at the end of the day, he still considers you his friends. The time when I confessed to him about you, the only thing he said was that I was diving in for some adventure. And it wasn’t even said in a bad way. He really ships us with all his might.”

I kept blinking at him in disbelief. Surely, Jungkook wouldn’t talk all nice about us let alone calling us his friends. What is Jimin trying to do here?

At that time, Tara came out yelling at Jungkook behind her, “Grow up, rabbit faced!” 

“After you, bitch!” A boiling red Jungkook yelled back at her.

Tara took my hand and pulled me away from the house. “Just ignore him. He’s a bit upset, you know!”

“What did you say for him to act like that?” I asked.

“Nothing much!” Tara shrugged, “Just reminded him how desperate he was.”

“Desperate for what?”

In reply, Tara just let out a laugh.

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Loved it allll✨

Such a shock that it was Jungkook-🙃

Like I literally shuffled in my bed to make sure I was seeing it right but well done!

More than my life.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of killing, blood, torture, kidnapping.

Has a happy ending though, so stick by hopefully (?)

Pairing: Mafia! Park Jimin x female reader

“It would hurt a lot less if you simply told me where he’s hiding.” The masked man in front of you stated calmly, punctuating the sentence with another blow to your gut.

Tears streamed down your face as you coughed up blood. “Please,” you gasped, “I haven’t talked to him. I’m telling you the truth, please”

“I don’t believe you.” The tone was cold and unempathetic. Your heart beat frantically in your chest, you were on the verge of a panic attack, and only the adrenaline shooting through your systems was holding you onto the last strand of sanity you owned.

This strange man had forcefully dragged you here, after kidnapping you from your workplace as you were heading out. He had stuffed you into his car and drove you out to this abandoned shed in the middle of nowhere, and demanded the whereabouts of your ex boyfriend, Park Jimin.

The truth was, you had broken up with Jimin a month ago because you had discovered his hidden lineage in the strongest mafia in South Korea. You had stumbled into a room where he kept his guns and other ammunitions, and had almost scared yourself shitless. Immediately you had confronted him, and he had come clean eventually. But that lifestyle was something you were absolutely not going to dabble in. Jimin had begged you to stay, but at the end both of you had realized it was best if you walked away. You had ended on good terms, though heartbroken in your own places. And you hadn’t spoken to him since. In fact he had disappeared from your life as if he had never existed.

Apparently your captor wasn’t aware of the change in your relationship status.

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hi, this is for the quote game.

"but am i not important too?" w/ any boy. i really don't mind :) ty!

⨽ pairing: mafia!jimin x reader (f)

⨽ genre: established relationship au , hurt/comfort au , hint of angst (i think)

⨽ warnings: strong language , crying (again, is that even a warning?)

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You peeped into Jimin's office through the crack in the half-open door. You were unsure of whether to walk away or go in.

Your boyfriend hadn't been in a good mood for the past couple of days, and you were afraid you were going to make it worse. He did chase you out when you tried to talk to him yesterday...

But, you really wanted to see him. In fact, you hadn't seen him outside of his office ever since that day. You remember how shocked you were to see an angry Jimin stomping out of his office and screaming on the phone.

You weren't entirely sure what went wrong, but from what you could make out, something went horribly wrong with Jimin's business, and he's been trying to fix it.

Letting out a sigh, you decided to try your luck and go in.

"Jimin..." you softly said as you closed the door behind you. A frown formed on your face when you received no response. Your boyfriend was too busy typing away on his computer.

Did he even notice you came in?

"Jimin?" You said a bit louder as you made your way to his table. "Jimin-"

"What is it?!" He suddenly said, causing you to flinch in surprise. "I'm busy, y/n, what do you want?"

"I... I just wanted to see how you were doing. I haven't seen you step out of your office, and I miss you... It's been days, Jimin." You slowly stepped closer to his table. "Don't you want to take a break? How about we get some food or-"

"No, y/n! I told you I'm busy. I don't have time for that. I've got important things to focus on," he said, not bothering to look up from his computer, and you let out a sigh.

"Oh... okay. I'll just bring you something to eat, then." You didn't want to make it any worse. So after giving a little bow of apology, you disappeared to your shared bedroom.

For the fifth night, the bed was cold, and you went to sleep without him by your side.

The following morning you tried again, hoping work would've eased and Jimin would finally have time to step out of his office and spend time with you.

It had almost been a week. Surely whatever was going on would've died down a bit, right?

Wrong.

When you walked into his office, Jimin didn't spare you a glance and kept his eyes glued to his computer. But at least he somewhat acknowledged your presence this time.

"What is it this time?" Jimin grumbled.

"I just want to talk..." you told him. Your boyfriend closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "How many times do I have to tell, y/n... I'm busy. I've got important things to focus on!"

Your eyes cast to the floor. "I know... but am I not important too?"

And that's when Jimin finally decided to look at you. "What?" He whispered. You let out a soft sigh and gulped as you tried to prevent your tears from falling.

"Am I not important too? Jimin... it's been almost a week since I've seen you step out of here. It's almost been a week since we've hugged, kissed or done anything together."

"I don't know much about what's going on in your mafia world, and I tried to give you space so you can work, but I miss you... Every time I tried to talk to you, just to check in on you, you'd chase me out and tell me that you had important things to focus on."

And then you asked him once again. "But am I not important to you too, Park Jimin?"

Jimin hadn't realised how much he had been neglecting you for the past six days. "Oh my Gosh, I'm so sorry, baby."

There he was.

"I'm so so sorry," he immediately got up before making his way towards you and pulling you into his embrace. "I'm so fucking sorry for how I've been acting. Of course, you're important to me."

"It's okay, Jimin... I-I don't mind you wanting to focus on your work but please-" Jimin hate to see you cry. And he hated it, even more, knowing it was because of him you were crying. "Shhh, don't worry. I won't do it again. Ever."

"Promise?" You asked, lifting your head off his shoulder. Jimin placed his hands on your cheeks and nodded as he whipped your tears. He gave you a quick peck on your lips and smiled.

"How about we do whatever you wanted to do, hm?"

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hi. it's been a while since i've done a request and sorry for making you wait! (also sorry for the shitty ending)

hope you like it though <3

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death valley (m) | part 9

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, jimin x reader, jungkook x reader, seokjin x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 10.5k (you’ll speed through it i promise)

warnings: reader discretion advised. drug use, manipulation, rough sex, penetrative sex, oral sex, breast play, cum play, fingering, toxic behavior, reference to psychological disorders, slut-shaming, obsessive, possessive, yandere themes, lying, fighting, guns, shootings, character death, degradation, groping, praise, lots of love-making, lots of emotional confessions, angsty sex, heavy flirting, reference to past somno, dubcon/coersive sex, car chase, alcohol use, sex while intoxicated….i think that’s everything??? bathroom sex, police station sex, forced vouyerism, torture, a building gets set on fire (bultaoreune pt 2) lots of stabbing/knife use, jimin sings a song about you awh! and also namjoon is a whole SIMP

a/n: MY ENTIRE SOUL WENT INTO THIS and i probably cried at some point. please enjoy.

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The clicking of Jin’s pen between his fingers did nothing to ease your irritation as he paced around you slowly, settling then to place his palms on the table, leaning forward until he was a breath away from you. 

“What exactly were you doing…with me?” The sleazy grin on his face had you eager to punch his perfectly sharp jawline. 

“We were doing drugs at the hotel.” You stated simply, a bitter taste in your mouth. “Cocaine, molly, who knows what else, and we drank….we fucked” 

Jin smirked, glancing back at the mirror briefly. He sat himself down lightly on the table. Leaning back on his hands, the incessant clicking of his pen continuing to echo off of the plain walls.

“Right…we did, didn’t we. Can you describe it to me?” His flirtatious tone seemed blatantly inappropriate for the occasion, but that didn’t stop him from flashing you those hungry, lustful eyes. 

He walked his calloused fingers down the collar of your shirt, tapping against your chest softly. The brush of his skin against yours had you trembling. You felt the constrain of your blouse give way as he popped open each button with the swift move of his thumb.

“Stop playing games Jin. You’re the one who fucking wanted me to kill him” You whispered to him, eyeing the camera that filmed you from the corner. 

He grazed along the front clip of your bra, before snapping it open, your flesh spilling out. He sighed in approval, hands now pushing aside the fabric so he could tug at your nipples. You looked at the mirror, knowing full well that someone was behind it. 

“I know it wasn’t you, dumbass” His voice was eerily raspy, face now barely inches from yours as his palm covered your breast. His words searing against your neck, making your face flush with heat. Your breath hitched as he ran a stripe down your neck before settling to sink his teeth into your shoulder. “You wanna know what I think?” You gulped as he brushed his lips across the expanse of your sternum. “I think it was Yoongi” 

He backed away, only enough to fully enjoy the disturbed look in your eyes, the dilemma in your head obvious to him, the denial almost salivating. He knew you wouldn’t accept it but he simply loved watching you fall apart. There was an exhilarating rush he felt when getting inside your head, making you lose faith in someone you thought you loved, making you afraid, helpless, and confused. He couldn’t get enough.

“But I mean, you saw him that day right? It couldn’t have been him since he at the album release party…hm?” You were horrified, Jin’s cock painfully throbbed through his tight pants. Setting down his pen, his slender fingers wrapped around your throat, loving the way your eyes were filled with fear, lips parted as you choked for a breath. He released you, and you gasped loudly, panting as you collected yourself. 

“No…I didn’t see him there but…I was high so maybe” Jin grinned, he could feel your heart racing, the trepidation in your eyes making him want to flip you over and fuck you until you were screaming for him to stop. 

“Can you describe to me the last interaction you had with him?” He unbuttoned your pants and you watched him, mind numb and unable to process anything. You felt his hand slide beneath the waistline, fingers greedily searching as you spread your legs. His fingers found your clit, gliding across in small, painfully light circles. He was giving you nothing, but you had already surrendered to his touch.

“H..he was upset…” Heat pooled between your legs as you clenched your thighs, desperately trying to feel Jin’s fingers. You swallowed, basking in the sensation just briefly as you eyes fluttered shut. “He thought I had been with someone. But no–no way. I know how it sounds but it wasn’t Yoongi. There’s no way he would have known that I slept with Taehyung” 

“Oh. You slept with Taehyung? My goodness.” Jin shoved a finger into your cunt causing you to buckle forward, hands landing on his thighs. He chuckled at the breathless curses spilling from your chapped lips as he curled his finger inside of you. 

“Is he that possessive though? Do you think Yoongi would go to such lengths just because of jealousy? I mean, that seems pretty extreme.” Jin paused, pulling his finger out, ignoring your frustrated groan. He wiped his fingers against your cheek as if you were a rag. “Well I suppose this is the guy who branded you, locked you up in his apartment. And clearly he has a temper.”

“I’m a bit curious” You strained your neck to turn away as Jin’s tongue lapped at your cheeks, sloppily taking up the arousal spread across your face. “The night you were kidnapped, did you fuck Namjoon?”

You inhaled sharply, nodding. Jin finished licking up your cheeks before pressing his lips onto yours again. You could feel his grin on your lips as his hands cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to him so he could deepen the kiss.

You gasped as he parted, giving you a proud look that made you tempted to strangle him then and there, law be damned. “Before Jimin’s accident, didn’t you sleep with him too?” 

“Yes, how do you kno–” Jin placed a finger over your lips, making you scowl.

“Is it possible that Yoongi orchestrated all of this to punish and scare off your lovers? And that Yoongi could have found out about you sleeping with Taehyung and killed him?”

You went quiet, Jin’s grin widening as the light vanished from your eyes. His words sunk in as you began to recount all the events that had been happening over the past few weeks. 

“Yes but..no…no he” You sounded as though you were trying to convince yourself more than Jin. Tears streamed down your face “But Jungkook said…you…”

Jin pat your cheeks playfully, “Ah, right. The drug dealer who was high on heroin and claims I stabbed him.” He flicked your forehead, “Use that pretty head of yours hm? I was with you that night, wasn’t I? Driving you home. Your entire basis for thinking I’m a bad person is on the words of a seasoned liar”

“Jungkook wouldn’t…he…” 

“God Y/n!” Jin snapped, slamming his fist onto the table “Why do you keep defending Jungkook of all people? We’ve been over this, he’s lied to you so many fucking times. He lied about it being me who threatened him to have him move out. I didn’t even know you then. He lied to you about drugging Namjoon, and honestly who knows what else he’s lied about. He’s a greedy whore. Nothing more.”

You clenched your eyes shut, hoping that you could somehow awaken from the nightmare that the past two days had been and instead return to the hotel room with Yoongi, kissing him. The only thoughts on your mind being his consuming adoration for you, the fire that took over you whenever you touched him, and the exciting prospect of what a life with him would entail. Making love and music every night for the rest of eternity. 

“Can’t you see that they’re paying Jungkook to lie to you? You know for a fact that Yoongi is a gangster. You know for a fact that Hobi works for him. They’ve gone to great lengths to manipulate you against me. The only person who actually can keep you safe from Yoongi” His brown eyes were focused on you, all the flirting and teasing vanished, leaving nothing but a man of the law doing his duty. 

You nodded, words unable to form in your mouth that was instead filled with an overwhelming bitterness. Jin faced the mirror and gave a satisfied smile.

“That’s all my questions. I think we know who our killer is”

Jin glanced back at the mirror and gave a slight nod, to which the door opened, allowing an officer to drag in a defeated looking Yoongi in handcuffs, plopping him down into the chair across from you. His face was sullen, eyes red and tired, from drugs or tears, you weren’t quite sure. He wore a white hoodie, now stained with streaks of what you prayed was dirt and not blood. 

You internally pleaded for him to look you in the eyes, but he didn’t. His eyes remained steady on the ground, not reacting as Jin walked over to him, lightly smacking his head. “Enjoy the show Mr. Min Yoongi?”

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death valley (m) | part 10

summary: a summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, namjoon x reader, jimin x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 10k

warnings: reader discretion advised. smut over the cut, rough sex, choking, hair pulling, penetrative sex, obsessive, possessive yandere themes, daddy kink, dom!jimin, degradation...like mean, anger kink?, EDGING, manipulation, toxic relationship dynamics, mutual masturbation, WHINY joon, breast play, dom!yoongi, a lot of kissing, groping, partying with hobi, guns, shootings, car chase, paranoia/fear, reader is BADASS, lying, drug/alc use & reference, betrayal, cheating, slight angst, pet names, fingering, oral, light spanking , impreg kink (slight)

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | series navi | masterlist |

F L A S H B A C K—

There was something incredibly comforting about the way the water was pounding onto your back as you sat on the shower floor, hugging your knees to your chest. The steam scalded the back of your scalp as you attempted to wash away the horrors of your rendezvous at Death Valley.

You were uneasy, Jimin had been a bit too eager to find you, to act as though you hadn’t literally tried to end his life the night before in an impulsive bought of confusion. You wondered if he was pretending, because for you, it was eating you up alive. How could you shoot the man you dedicated years of your life to? Hours on end just dreaming about a second glance from him for what?

You almost slipped as you stepped out of the marbled space. A catchy beat broke you out of your daze, as you slowly walked into the living room.

There he was—shirt off, sweat dripping down his body, adding a dewy glimmer to the chains that lay loosely across his toned neck— settled behind his drum set. He wasn’t looking anywhere particular as he nodded his head to the rhythm. He was laser focused, jaw tight as he moved the drumsticks with an effortless flick of his wrists.

Jimin finally became aware of your presence, placing his palms to halt the vibrations of the drums.  He swiveled on the stool towards you, thighs spread wide, bending forward to pick up his water bottle.

He looked up at you, panting, lips parted enough for you to see how he slightly ran his lip over them. He smirked, taking a sip. Water trickled down the edges of his thick lips.

His eyes were locked on yours, teasing you—no, daring you. The sweat from his hair misted onto the floor as he pushed back his tangled locks.

Patting his lap, he motioned for you “Come here” He waited as you settled yourself onto him, his arms immediately reaching out to grip your waist over your flimsy robe.

“I could get used to this” His voice was laced with mischief, dragging his lips onto to your neck. “Seeing you naked every day” He nipped at the bottom of your jaw, sucking as you tilted your head for him. “Fucking you in the shower”

You let out a sharp gasp as he slid your robe off, palming your breasts. He brushed his calloused thumbs over your nipples, lightly curling his fingers around your flesh. Your chest gleamed with pleasure, a burning ecstasy coursing through your veins.

“Jimin” You whined as he kissed the top of your chest. His gaze wavered between your eyes and lips. He could see how much he affected you, loving the soft whimpers that you made with his every touch. The pleading look in your eyes, begging for more.

He watched as you stood, pulling him up with you before he spun you until your elbows held you up against the wall. Deep down Jimin was hurt, not so much by your attempt to kill him, but by the fact that you didn’t believe him over a lowlife like Jeon Jungkook.

“Ungrateful slut” He muttered, taking a moment to admire your ass as his hands slid up your spine, wrapping around your neck. He couldn’t understand you. He sang for you in front of the whole world. Showed you off like you were his queen every chance he got. You are Park Jimin’s girlfriend, everyone knew that. But despite all that, you betrayed him.

“You’ve been a bad girl. You don’t deserve my cock” His grip tightened, and you cursed with pleasure, loving the way his slender fingers felt stealing your breath away. How did you not realize how many others would kill to be where you were? How were you not on your knees for him every night? Who the hell did you think you were?

“Please Jimin...just fuck me” He left a tight slap on your ass, grinning while his teeth grazed over the side of your face.

“Why should I, huh? You trashy slut. I know about you and Yoongi.” His palm smacked you again, this time clawing into you after the impact “You’ve been screwing him, haven’t you?”

You whined, nodding as a fucked out expression overtook you. The roll of his hips riling you up with just enough friction to leave you desperately unsatisfied.

“Bet you found out how rich he was and seduced him like the greedy whore you are. Bouncing on his cock like a brainless bitch every damn night” His voice boomed against your ear. The look in his eyes was petrifying. Pulling his cock out, he lined himself up to your throbbing heat.

“Eyes on me babygirl” Jimin forced your face towards his. He was incredibly thick pushing inside you, filling you up to a point it was painful.

“You want daddy to be angry, don’t you Y/n? You like it. Turns you on, doesn’t it?” His grip on your neck tightened more, more and more until you were frantically choking for air. He began to drag his cock out of your tight hole, pussy clenching at the absence of his length before he thrusted back in.

“I asked you a fucking question” He let you go, allowing you to gasp for a dizzying breath as his hands slid to cover your bouncing tits, holding them firmly in place.

“Y...yes” You whined, unsuccessfully attempting to stabilize yourself. You cursed with each push, loving the stretch of how deep he filled you up, pounding against you like an animal. “I feel really good...daddy...feel so good” You spurt out, words muffled against the glass.

You clenched your eyes shut, elongated moans hiking in pitch with every fluid flex of his hips. His fingers dug into you, kisses nipping at the nape of your neck. He could feel your pussy clamp down around his length, quivering with wetness. He could hear it— the needy squelching of your cunt, swallowing him in.

“Don’t you dare cum. Or I swear to god” He began pulling you back to meet each thrust, pushing so impossibly deep it had your eyes bulging.

You could feel the pressure building as your pussy throbbed with want. Jimin forced his lips onto yours, swallowing your disgruntled cries. He didn’t stop pummeling into you, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

“Don’t” He growled loudly, fingers sliding down to rub your clit. Your vision went blank, everything was hot. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t breathe, all you wanted to do was cum. You screamed out desperately, barely able to hold on any longer.

“Daddy please let me cum” You whimpered, body shaking. You gave him the cutest, poutiest expression you could conjure “Let baby cum please. Please I’ll be good I promise...daddy please”

He gritted his teeth, "I said no. If you’re a good girl then you’ll listen”

“Please daddy!” You screamed out, lips parted, covered in drool as your eyes rolled back. “Need...to cum. I can’t—” You gasped loudly, tears rolling down your face as his thumb continued to assault your tingling clit, “Jimin...I can’t—”

You felt hot, flushed as he fucked you through and through, taking his other hand back to pinch your breasts, making you scream.

“Hurts doesn’t it?” Jimin seethed, breathing hard against your jaw “Imagine how I feel then, knowing you cheated on me after everything I’ve done for you”

“I’m s...sorry” Jimin gripped your neck, slamming your forehead into the wall.

“You’re sorry? It’s a bit late for that.” Jimin’s hand slid to your stomach, rubbing ticklish circles with the tips of his fingers “I’m gonna fuck you up until you’re all bloated for me...Let’s see what Yoongi does then huh? Let’s see how he feels seeing you nice and full of me”

“Goddd..with your pretty tits so big and full and..” Jimin growled, the thought driving him into a feverish frenzy. “All for me...because of me”

Your lips parted as you felt your pleasure pile like a ticking time bomb within you, body twitching all over. You swore you were on fire, body melting with sweat and desperation. “Jimin I can’t hold on”

He moaned out, cursing loudly as he came, face buried in your hair as he pulled you back on his cock until he emptied out fully. You gasped for air as his hot seed filled your every crevice.

You sobbed, still on the very last verge of your high as you heard Jimin chuckle bitterly, pulling your head back.

“You deserved that”

P R E S E N T   D A Y—

You eyes jolted open, mind blank and heart aching with worry as you slowly registered where you were. Jimin’s head lay on your chest, lips parted onto your skin loosely. His arms around your waist, hugging you to him.

You tried to move, but his tight hold prevented you from leaving, the suffocation reminiscent of how security had pulled you back the previous night, stopping you from going with Yoongi to the ambulance. They claimed to have been given specific orders not to let you leave, and would not tell you where he was being taken.

The shrill screams of the ambulance sirens continued to ring in your ears, the chorus to your uncertainty. You were nauseous, a horrible bitterness churned within you. You rose, stretching briefly before pacing around Jimin’s room. You met your eyes in the mirror above his dresser, doing you best to ignore you disheveled state as you ran your fingers over his trinkets.

It was a small photo frame that caught your eye. You lifted it up to see a young Jimin, smiling wide, and next to him stood Yoongi with a smirk.

“Don’t touch that” You jumped in your skin as Jimin appeared in front of you, taking the frame. He seemed to scowl as he set it face down, hiding the picture from you.

“You and Yoongi were friends”

Jimin glared at you “Key word being were. You have a lot of audacity saying that bastard’s name around me”

“I’m curious...what were you really like back then?” Your fingers tugged back at the frame, to which Jimin grabbed the photo frame and threw it across the room. “How well did you know him?”

“Bold of you to think I’m gonna sit here in my own goddamn house and talk to my girlfriend about the man she cheated on me with. You’re fucking toxic” He inhaled sharply, shutting his eyes with curled fists before letting out a deep sigh. “Just...go get dressed. I scheduled an interview for the both of us”

“I’m not really feeling that good Jimin...”

Wedging your jaw between his thumb and palm, he shoved you harshly against the wall, head pulsing with pain as he gritted his teeth.

“Do I look like I care how you fucking feel? How about how I feel Y/n, because clearly you never care about that. You think can just play with my feelings and you’ve got me wrapped around your finger huh? It’s pretty traumatic, you know, having the love of your life want you dead even though you’ve done everything for her. Changed for her. Try so damn hard to be good for her. Saved her despite how much she kept lying to him.”

You were too shocked to respond, trying to get a hold of his misunderstandings. Your silence only ticked him off more, growling, his nails dug into your shoulders, harshly dragging you into the bathroom.

“Get the fuck off of me” You snapped, writhing under his hold, “How many times are you going to do this huh? I’m toxic? Really? Every other week you scream at me like this and then turn around being all romantic and shit. You’re fucked up” You spit on his face, “I said get OFF”

Your heart wrenched, thinking of how Taehyung had once told you to simply call for him if Jimin did anything you didn’t want him too. Taehyung, who always had your back. Taehyung, who was now dead. Dead. Because of the man in front of you.

You knee’d Jimin in the thigh, pushing him off with all your strength. Mentally thanked Namjoon for his brief boxing lesson as you swung at him. Jimin ducked, but you slid past him and ran for it. You arrived at his door, tugging incessantly, only to find it locked.

“Let me out of here! I don’t wanna stay here” You pounded on the door, to no avail as Jimin began to laugh.

“I told you once before, and I’ll say it again. Go ahead and throw your tantrums. If you don’t show up at that interview with me, I’ll ruin you.” He hissed.

“After all” He chuckled, “Celebrity sex tapes look worse on the girl than the guy you know. Especially if you cheat on the nation’s biggest rockstar. I’ve got options, you want...” He scrolled through his phone casually,  “Hobi in the shower? Jungkook in the elevator? Or my personal favorite, you sucking your boss’ cock, which would ruin both of you”

Damn hotel footage. You slid to the floor in defeat. Jimin crouched down, keeping a reasonable amount of distance. “You did this to yourself, all I ever did was love you”

You gave him the nastiest look you could conjure, which he readily ignored, heading to the bathroom himself. A few feet away you could see the photo of Yoongi and Jimin lying, shattered, a crack prominently over Yoongi’s figure.

-

What’s it like working with Park Jimin? Would you say he’s changed? Hobi wanted to roll his eyes. He had answered the same question about five times already as reporters frolicked over to him, waiting for their turn with the man of the hour, who sat currently in the spotlight, with you by his side.

He could still feel the smoke scarring his throat, inhaling dust as he had grabbed a fire extinguisher and sprayed it all over the lab the previous night. He had been shocked seeing Jimin, clutching his side, with Jin’s dead body next to him. Jimin had given him one explanation. One word to explain everything. Jungkook.

He hated that he was working with the brat, but knew that if he wanted to bring Yoongi down and take over, he needed Jimin’s help. Jimin was eager, desperate even, to help him, even offering to hand over his own assets.

Jimin wanted out. And seeing the way he looked at you—a soft fondness, gentle glimmer in his eyes, Hobi understood why.

He would likely have done the same.

Jimin had insisted he drag Jin’s body out and take him to the hospital. He can’t die. I need him alive. Do what you have to. Hobi had been hesitant, not only did he not care about Jin, nor understand his involvement, but moreso he knew there were stacks of cash stored away in the depths of Death Valley.

Jimin had given him a sinister grin. Let it burn.

That same man was now kissing your cheek, laughing forcibly at whatever the interviewer said, as if none of it had happened. Hobi knew you well enough to see that every word from your mouth was a blatant lie. There was no love in your eyes. Even so, Jimin fawned over you like a puppy.

Once Jimin left to change, Hobi tapped your shoulder. “Hey. Do you know where Yoongi is?” He whispered. “I’ve checked every fucking hospital in miles of here. I can’t find him”

The mention of his name was like a knife wound to the heart. You clenched your fists, trying your best to ignore the burning ache in your chest as you thought about how he looked, lifeless, on the floor. Hobi noticed your eyes widen, placing a hand on your shoulder reassuringly while noting the way you flinched at his touch.

“You know” You folded your arms over your chest, a bitter scowl planted on your face “I thought you were different. I didn’t think you were another greedy bitch like the rest of them, but you’re worse. You kidnapped me. You beat up Joon. You almost killed Jimin too. Betrayed Yoongi the second you could, how much did Jimin offer you to chase us huh? How much did you get for telling him the truth, something I trusted you with? I’m not fucking dumb Hobi.” 

Hobi gave you a guilty look seeing the utter disgust in your glare.

And then an idea hit you. “You’d do anything for money right?”

He pursed his lips. You already looked down on him, it wasn’t like he had anything to lose. “What do you need?”

“Jimin’s blackmailing me.” Hobi’s eyes flashed with concern, “He’s not letting me leave his sight, he has a video of me fucking...uh...” You paused, watching your words, “Yoongi...and he says he will leak it to the press. I need you to destroy it.”

Hobi gave you a warm smile, a hint of pity in his eyes. “Y/n...you should have just told me. I would do this for you anyways, you don’t need to pay me”

You shook your head “No. You’re doing a job for me, not a favor, alright? I happen to know where Yoongi has a bunch of cash stored, and I can tell you where it is” Hobi read between your words, nodding. “I can’t...give you anything else”

“It’s Namjoon isn’t it?” He chuckled bitterly, “You’re always talking about him, always so fucking worried about him. I should have seen it coming.”

“What? No? No. Namjoon and I are just friends”

“Whatever. I’ll see what I can do. I’ll be over at Jimin’s later anyways. We can talk then”

-

Jimin snorted a line of cocaine off his kitchen counter before turning to you, sitting idly on his couch and watching your interview air, a look of disgust on your face. “You did great by the way. A bunch of people wanna meet you, for sponsorship deals and whatnot. You’re hot shit. There’s a beach event I have to attend this evening, you’re expected to make an appearance”

He sat down by your side, kissing your cheek but you flinched. Your arms wrapped around your knees, hugging yourself, desperate for comfort. You felt alone, more alone than you ever had, even when you’d spent nights on your phone back in your own apartment, daydreaming.

“What’s wrong?” His eyes were sincere, and that was the sickening part. You knew he liked you, genuinely liked you. Despite this being true, his behavior made you exhausted. “If it’s about this morning...I’m sorry. You know I just say dumb stuff when I get upset” He placed his chin on your knees, blinking at you cutely.

You want him to leave you alone, you wanted to tell him off, but you had to play your cards right if you were going to escape and find Yoongi. “It’s okay.” Jimin leaned in. He kissed you fondly, you didn’t reciprocate.

“I’m not really in the mood Jimin” He sighed, resting his forehead against yours before nodding. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing his lips to the top of your head before you feel him humming softly.

Your heart skips a beat when you realize he’s humming one of his songs. One of your favorites. “I’m sorry baby” He mumbled into your neck, “Please forgive me. I love you, you know that right?” You didn’t respond, glancing at the clock and wondering when Hobi would get the job done.

“I know” You said blandly. Jimin shook your shoulders.

“Tell me what I can do” He pleaded “How can I make it up to you?” He looked around, as if he would find a solution lying somewhere in his home. “You asked me about my past this morning. I’ll tell you anything you wanna know”

Finally you gave him an ounce of your attention “Really?” He nodded, pinching your cheeks “How did you and Yoongi meet then?”

“He was hired by my label at the time. They thought he would be good to write songs for the age group I was targeting, since we were both young. I always looked up to him, he was like an older brother. I didn’t really have friends growing up, I spent all my time with my managers and bandmates. Yoongi was normal, he’d tell me stories about his life, and I’d live through him”

“Did you know he met me back then too?” Jimin’s jaw tightened.

“Yeah. I did” He cleared his throat “I beat the shit out of him that night. I’m” He gulped, holding your hands tightly “I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner. I would have stopped him”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

Jimin gaped at you “Oh uh...nothing, never mind. Yoongi and I stopped talking as much after...something happened. He got more serious about his career and I got more serious about selling drugs. I was fed up with music, I could barely remember why I started”

“It broke my heart when you stopped” You admitted sheepishly.

“Can I be honest? I really did see you Y/n. I mean I didn’t know who you were, but I was familiar with you. I thought you were really pretty, really nice. I told Yoongi about you too. The gorgeous girl who was always in the front row with her friends. Black eyeliner, fishnet leggings. That’s why I gave you my jacket. I couldn’t ever talk to you...I wasn’t able to come hang out or party after performances with all of you. But I liked you. At least the idea of you, now that I know you it’s...” Jimin blushed “Better than I could have ever hoped. You’re amazing”

Wish I could say the same You thought to yourself. You were about to respond when the doorbell rang. Jimin got up, answering it to reveal Hobi. He met your eyes with a slight nod before turning to Jimin.

He whispered something to Jimin which caused them both to look back at you briefly. "Y/n, I have to step out. I’ll be back soon baby, and I’ll grab you something to wear for tomorrow. Text me if you need anything” He quickly kissed you one final time, before he and Hobi headed out, locking the door behind them.

You ran to the window, hoping to push it open. It was glued shut. You tried every room. Every possibly way, but nothing would budge. You were trapped.

You plopped down on Jimin’s bed, analyzing the constant swivel of the fan above you. Your eyes locked on the center, allowing the panels to blur together, like the blur of the past few days, until it was all once, constant mess that kept on going.

You decided to call Namjoon, see if he might be able to come break you out “Hello? Joonie?”

“What the fuck you guys!?” Namjoon barked, an evident pout to his tone. You smiled inwardly, imagining the look on his face “I came back you were both gone. What the fuck? Couldn’t you have called yesterday?”

“I’m sorry, I got caught up. Wait...is Jungkook not with you?”

“I thought he was with you. Where are you, did you find Yoongi?”

“Not really. I went to the party last night and found him, but I think he got poisoned or something. He got taken away in an ambulance but apparently he’s not at any hospitals around here, so he’s still missing”

“I tried calling Jungkook but fucker doesn’t have a goddamn cellphone so...didn’t know if I should call you in case Jimin was like..”

“Wait” You realized, sitting up. “It was Jungkook. He poisoned Yoongi and took him. He’s the only one who could have. Hobi doesn’t know where Yoongi is, and neither does Jimin. Jungkook was the one who told me to come without you, and he knew where I was”

“Why would he do that?”

You pursed your lips, thinking back to everything you learned, every plot, every lie, every truth. “Why else?” You laughed “He’s a drug dealer. Money. He’s gonna ask Yoongi for money. Or the gang. Or something, he’s gonna extort something out of him. We have to get him to tell us where Yoongi is”

“Well we don’t know where Jungkook is now either. Although I can bet that he’ll try contacting Jimin since there’s no way Yoongi would agree to any of his terms”

The jingle of keys was heard through the wall, causing you to practically jump out of the bed, quickly hanging up the phone before Jimin returned to the room.

“I’m back. Sorry about that, look what I got for you” He held up a cute black designer bikini. “I’ll admit, half the reason I’m even going to this thing is so I can see you in this” He laid the garment on the bed by your feet.

“Is...Hobi coming to the party too?” You feigned indifference, letting your fingers glide over the soft fabric of the swimwear. Jimin nodded.

“Obviously.”

-

The sun’s rays came down hot as you and Jimin arrived in his white convertible at the event. You could see large beachballs floating about, bright neon flashes of people’s clothes. It was practically a rave.

Your skin felt sticky against the leather seats as you shifted in your skimpy outfit. Jimin couldn’t keep his hands off of you, lips glued to your neck the entire ride.

“You’re so fucking hot holy shit” He complained, whining when you ultimately pushed him away.

Your skin burned as you emerged from the car, the brightness of the day only catalyzed by the camera flashes that pummeled you the moment you stepped out. Jimin arrived at you side, waving to the camera’s briefly before his hand found your back and he led you in.

It wasn’t long before Jimin got caught up in introductions, and while you were ecstatic to meet so many famous people, you had bigger things to worry about. Excusing yourself, you made your way to the bar.

“Damn” You felt a hand squeeze your ass as you leaned against the counter. You were ready to punch someone’s face in until your eyes settled on Jungkook’s familiar face.

“Oh hey” You pursed your lips “Where’s Joon?”

"He’s still at the motel. I’ll head back tonight I just...wanted to check in and see how things were going?” The bartender approached the two of you. “What’ll you have? Tequila shots again?” Jungkook smirked. You eyed his figure, a loose yellow top, clearly designer, bringing out his jet black hair that you were still adjusting to.

“Scotch. On the rocks” You spoke to the bartender directly. Jungkook raised his eyebrows but didn’t comment. Leaning back you observed the party unfolding before you. “Jungkook” You leaned forward, letting your breath fan onto him, lips barely grazing over his chiseled jaw “I know you know where he is”

Jungkook’s expression hardened. “What if you and I brought it all down” You fingers tugged at his collar “What if we took over all of this, made millions a day, we’d be so rich no one could touch us”

The drinks appeared, Jungkook took a large sip of his beer before giving you an incredulous look “Damn. Someone’s gone all gangster herself has she?”

“Yoongi trusts me. I could play him...find out where all his money is... Then you come in” You brought the glass to your mouth “and kill him” The bitter liquid teased your lips, but you knew better than to actually drink anything.

“I like the way you think, but how do I know you’re not just gonna keep the money for yourself?” Jungkook’s hand slid up your thigh.

“It’s up to you. Trust me, or don’t. Your choice” You left a kiss on his neck, your red lipstick leaving a mark on him before you got up, taking care to sway your hips just a bit extra as you walked away. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back against his chest.

“Fine, but pull anything and I’ll kill your little idol boyfriend” His lips covered yours, kissing you just barely.

“Speaking of whom, you better get your hands where I can see them.” You pushed him away, “Jimin, the media and security have eyes on me like a hawk. I’ll need your help leaving without him noticing”

Jungkook nodded “And one more thing. Namjoon comes with us”

“Deal.” You watched as he quickly vanished into the beautiful crowd of young, drunk socialites. Dumping your drink into the trash, you wandered around looking for Jimin.

In the middle of the dance floor, Hobi was dancing sensually between a cluster of beautiful woman. You stared a moment too long, causing him to look up and meet your amused gaze. He beckoned you towards him, pushing his entourage aside to approach you.

“Wanna dance?” He grinned, holding his hand out. You raised your eyebrows, but entertained him. He pulled you into his arms, twirling you around playfully before his hands landed on your hips, guiding them to the swing of the steady bass of the electronic beats that pulsed through the venue. “It’s done” He whispered, pulling a small flash drive out of his shirt pocket, before flirtatiously sliding it into your bra.

“Thanks. Give me your phone and I’ll type in the address” Hobi handed you his device. You continued to nod your head to the music as you typed into it. You waited until Hobi got distracted with someone before swapping your phone for his and handing it back.

“Pleasure doing business with you” He winked, sliding your phone into his back pocket “Better find your man. I’ll see you soon”

You smiled at him weakly, leaving the dance floor to find a hidden space behind the DJ stage. Pulling out Hobi’s phone you quickly typed up a text message.

Suddenly you heard a large explosion. You rapidly turned to see that a car parked on the beachfront had burst into flames.

“No one got hurt. Come, quickly” Jungkook appeared besides you, clutching your wrist as the two of you sped through the chaos and screams. Jungkook was faster than you, but you did your best to keep up, taking a second to glance into your palm to ensure your message sent.

-

Namjoon had been impressed with you the moment the two of you met. He could see the excitement in your eyes at the opportunity to work on music that people would actually get to enjoy. Even after Death Valley plagued your existence, he always maintained respect for your resilience.

He bitterly thought back to Jin’s badgering of you during your questioning after Taehyung’s murder. What Jin had said, sickeningly, made a lot of sense to him. Yoongi was notoriously impulsive, it was one of his greatest flaws as a leader, one of the reasons that Jungkook would always spend hours talking shit about his boss.

And if what you said was true, Namjoon found himself doubting everything Jungkook had told him. Your text had been firm. He smiled inwardly at your words, imagining the tone of your voice speaking them to him directly. You were authoritative, focused, and unwilling to play around any longer.

It was sexy as hell.

“We’re back” Jungkook’s keys jingled in the doorway, for the two of you entered the motel room.

“We can’t stay here though, Jimin knows where this is” Namjoon’s eyes widened at you, wearing nothing but a black bikini with a sheer wrap low around your hips. Your eyes softened at him, “I swapped my cellphone with Hobi’s in case Jimin tries to find me. We don’t have much time, he’s definitely gonna have someone come after us” You turned to Jungkook. “We can plan in the car, Namjoon grab your things, lets go”

Namjoon joined you in the backseat, insisting that it would be safe for you not to sit in the front in case they reached any highway footage.

“How did you know I did it?” Jungkook glanced at you in the rearview mirror, both hands on the wheel.

“You’re the only one who could have.” Your eyes remained glued to Namjoon’s “It was genius. Now we have Yoongi, we can get whatever we want from him, or even offer him up to Jimin for a prize”

Namjoon’s hand slid over yours, squeezing it lightly. He knew that the convincing lies that came from your mouth must be hurting you. You loved Yoongi, he could see that as clear as day. Whether Namjoon approved or not wasn’t the point, he wanted you to be happy.

“What did you have in mind?” Jungkook queried. Namjoon glanced out the window, watching as aimless fields of greenery blurred past him. You tugged at his sleeve, giving him a look that said are you okay? He nodded, smiling slightly.

“Let me say that Jimin poisoned him, and I found him and saved him. I’ll seduce him into telling me where he keeps all his money and contacts.” Namjoon grinned. That was not your plan. Your plan was to save Yoongi, kill Jungkook and with his help, make a run for it, dealing with whatever aftermath with Jimin once your had the most powerful man you knew back at your side.

He wondered if Yoongi would appreciate you scheming like this. He had a dirty feeling that he wouldn’t. Yoongi was the type to maintain the weakness, the helplessness of those around him. He had to be leagues above the rest, Namjoon bit his lip at the thought that he would never see you as an equal, rather, as something he owned.

Like a prize.

-

Silk sheets cushioned the throbbing pain that beat through Yoongi’s skull as his eyes flickered open. He had no idea where he was, not even remembering how he got there in the first place.

He rubbed his eyes, sighing deeply before his eyes landed on a remote. There was a large television screen in front of him. He carefully turned it on.

Welcome back! Today’s guests we have superstar rock icon, Park Jimin and his first public girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N.

Yoongi watched with an unamused expression, bothered by you by Jimin’s side. His hand rested on your knee, occasionally sliding up, to which Yoongi found himself digging his nails into his palm. You hugged Jimin’s arms, smiling brightly enough to shatter him to pieces.

Would you say that she’s the one? Can we expect an engagement? Jimin looked over to you. Yoongi could see it in his eyes. It wasn’t a performance. It wasn’t a show. Jimin’s eyes watered ever slightly before he smiled. Of course. She’s the love of my life. One day I hope we can show the world that.

He grabbed the lamp that was on the bedside and threw it across the room. Shards of glass scattered across the floor. He had waited too long to deal with Jimin. It was time.

He recalled so many years ago, the night when Jimin had pointed to you from behind the curtains of one of his earliest shows, a pretty fan that caught his eyes. He had followed the star’s finger to see your eyes for the first time. And just like that he was yours.

After that he found out everything— who you were, where you lived. It wasn’t hard, you were a big fan. He wanted you right away, but your public displays of affection for the bratty singer had him seething. It simply wasn’t fair. Jimin got to be the star while Yoongi remained in the shadows, writing his songs, doing all the heavy lifting, but Jimin got everything. Why did he get to have you too? He deserved you far more than Jimin did.

“Yoongi?” The door opened. You stood, dressed modestly in a white blouse and leather skirt. Your eyes went to the screen, where your interview continued to play. Yoongi turned the screen off, sitting up slightly.

You came to his side immediately, stroking his arm. “Don’t listen to all that. It’s fake. It’s all fake, I promise” You pleaded. He remained unfazed by your touch.

You rested your head against him, listening to the steady beat of his chest. His heart trembled, looking down at your face, eyes closed, so incredibly peaceful. He couldn’t help the way he wanted to run his fingers through your hair, the way he couldn’t stop himself from cradling you in his arms, thumb tracing the side of your face.

He said nothing—instead he leaned in and kissed you fondly. His lips were hot on yours, you felt lightheaded, dizzy with bliss as he latched onto you, swallowing you every moan, every sweet sigh that left your pretty lips. His eyes were shut, senses focused only on the indulgent taste of you. He was addicted to you. He couldn’t even rationalize the reality of you in his arms.

“I love you” He professed in a faint whimper, hands fawning over your blushed cheeks. Your eyes were glued to his mouth, gasping for air amidst the heavy suffocation of feelings he burned within you. “So bad that it scares me”

“Me too” You assured him, kissing him back earnestly, “I understand you, more than you know. You don’t need to be afraid” You tilted his face to yours as he finally met your gaze “I won’t leave you. Never Yoongi.” You shook your head “Never”

He smiled, a smile so unique. Full sets of teeth spread wide across his face. A tear disobeyed you, running off down your cheek. Yoongi saw this, lowering his gaze with concern. He simply stared for a minute as you hid your face.

“What’s wrong my love?” You let your eyes close, focused on the feeling of him so close. It only made the tears fall faster.

He turned your head towards him lightly, his fingers grazing the path of your tears. He kissed your cheek, lips lingering a while. You could feel his racing heart. The pounding in your chests so perfectly offbeat. He rest his forehead against yours, staring directly into your eyes. The tips of your noses distant by just atoms.

“I..w..was so scared. I thought…you might be dead” You whispered. You could feel that he smiled again. He was soft. In every possible way. His touch, his smile, his eyes, his lips.

Without missing another beat he smashed his lips onto yours, grabbing your hips and pushing you onto the bed. He crawled up your body, tugging at your blouse. You lifted your arms, allowing him to pull the garment off of you, tossing it aside swiftly before he dove into your chest.

Yoongi loved your breasts, and he made sure you knew that, tenderly kissing them, tugging at the sensitive flesh with his tongue. He pulled your bra down harshly in order to suckle you.

His movements were messy and obscene, which had you unraveling into mess of wetness between your trembling thighs.

“Beautiful” He paused, pushing hair behind your ear before he began to unbutton his own shirt. You helped him along, fingers mingling with his as you wrestled the silky material off of him to reveal his perfect skin. His chiseled abs staring you in the face as your fingers played with the hem of his pants.

Yoongi gripped your hips and turned you onto your stomach. He pushed your knees up under your stomach so that your ass hung out nicely for him. He yanked down your skirt, panties along with it. His fingers slid against your sopping cunt. You could feel him pressed hot against your back as he pushed a finger into you.

“You like that princess?” Yoongi asked, stroking your hair as he continued to pump his finger deeper and deeper inside of you. Your cunt swallowed him nicely as he added another finger, stretching you out wonderfully. You could feel his rings brush against your nerves, an amazing burn filling you.

“Yes, fuck, just like that” You sighed, a heavy sensation flowing through you as he continued to work your pussy. He planted his lips over his name etched into your glossy skin, trailing kisses down your spine as he continued to fuck you thoroughly.

His eyes glistened as he parted from you, watching the way your pussy dripped shamelessly onto the sheets with the simple flick of his wrist. He pressed his lips onto your ass, letting his tongue tease around before reaching your throbbing heat.

Like a kitten, his tongue hit you in small, featherlight flicks, licking you up—driving you into a frenzy as you tried to push your ass down on his face, which was now buried between your thighs, hands pulling your folds wider so he could give your cunt his full attention.

He lapped at you like he was dying of thirst, loving the way you cursed his name in pleasure. He could feel your body trembling above him, which only motivated him on.

“You like that princess?” Yoongi chuckled, the vibrations of his laugh hitting you deep in your core. His lips found your clit, sucking and kissing at it vigorously. “Like when I lick your pretty pussy like that?”

“Y…yes” You moaned loudly, not caring who might hear you. Yoongi groaned as you gushed onto him. His tongue finally pushed through, digging deep into your cunt until it found that sweet spot—the spot that had you screaming out for more. “Holy shit Yoongi yes.”

He removed his tongue, smacking your ass lightly to which you giggled, dazed in an aroused frenzy. He pulled your knees back before flipping you back over. You loved how easily he was able to move and twist your body to his liking. You loved the way he manipulated you to his pleasure. You wanted him too. You wanted his cock so fucking bad.

He pulled your legs over his shoulders, sliding out his thick, veiny cock. He tugged at the aching length, eyes layered onto your naked body. You felt the scorching heat of his cock head press against your cunt, and your eyes clenched shut as he began to push inside you.

His size was overwhelming, you missed it. He hovered over you on his elbows, kissing you long and hard, as if you might lose each other any moment. As if you were trying to express what you felt inside but couldn’t quite get it out. You were rendered useless—completely immersed in each others desperate touch.

He finally bottomed out, fingers cupping your face so he could look directly at you.

“I love you so fucking much” Your legs slid off his shoulders to wrap around his torso as he began to thrust into you harshly. Your face was flustered by his words, heart melting. You felt pain, warmth, pleasure and emotion—you were dizzy. Overwhelmed by everything he had to give you.

“My beautiful little princess fuck…so fucking perfect for me” He hissed into your jaw, inhaling your scent as he continued to piston his hips in and out of your squelching cunt. His cock pushed through your wall with a rapid burn, hitting you deep in your nerves, making your thighs quiver in pleasure.

Your hands scratched at his back, moaning abashedly as he took you. Yoongi backed away to breathe momentarily, his eyes serious, and his lips parted—panting heavily.

“Shit” He turned to his side, grabbing one leg and hooking it over his arm as he shoved himself back inside of you, pounding relentlessly. Drool escaped your pursed lips as you braced the impact of each ruthless push. “Feel good princess? Use your words love, come on”

“So fucking good Yoongi.” Yoongi bit into your collar, sucking until your skin turned purple, marking you as his. “Please don’t stop…don’t ever stop”

“My sweet princess, you’re so fucking perfect you know that? Wanna fuck your pretty tits” His breath hitched “Wanna cum all over you…drench you in my cum, you’d look so pretty like that, all filthy for me fuck”

He slowed his pace, staring deeply into the glimmer in your eyes. He got lost in you for a moment, stilling with his cock buried deep within you.

He pushed his lips back onto yours, and you felt a tear fall from his eyes “My princess…my love…I love you so much”

“I love you too” You held him tight, rolling your hips up to ease your need as emotions took him over. “You’re mine”

Yoongi’s eyes darted open. “I’m all yours princess” He slid his hand down to rub your slit into rapid circles. You clenched down on his cock desperately as his fingers wound you up. You could feel the pressure build in your core as his cock continued to assault you. “Want you to cum with me, can you do that for me love?”

You nodded, biting your lip. Yoongi pressed his forehead against yours and you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. Your walls began to convulse and it wasn’t long before the both of your were a scattered mess of screams.

“Don’t stop Yoongi please don’t fucking stop” You sobbed, bringing your hips up to meet his, wanting to feel him as deep as you possibly could. His cum shot out, filling you up to the brim. Yoongi groaned,  before falling limp over your body, kissing your lips tiredly.

He rolled over onto his side, pulling you into a soft embrace. He rest his head on your heart, hands caressing your back.

“Yoongi” You panted, still breathless. He looked up at you curiously “I want more” He grinned.

“Your wish is my command” He winked, picking you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you into the bathroom.

Setting you down on the counter, you spread your legs wide. He slotted himself between you, lips glued to yours as though you were inseparable. You took fistfuls of his black hair, pulling his face closer into you. Your lip caught between his teeth as he tugged at it, blood spilling as he nipped at you roughly.

Pulling you down from the counter, he turned you around, bending you forward with your arms above your head, landing with a dewy haze onto the mirror in from of you.

You watched him through the reflection as he kept one hand around your wrists, allowing the other to slide down and pinch your nipples.

Yoongi slapped your tit playfully, watching with a glint in his eye at the way it bounced slightly. “You’re mine, you got that?”

“Yes sir” You squeaked. Yoongi’s eyes darkened at the term. He rolled his hips against your ass, and you could feel his length press against you.

“I don’t ever want you anywhere near Jimin” Yoongi teased “If I ever see you with that motherfucker again I’ll slit your throat, and his”

“Yes sir” Yoongi hummed in approval, letting go of your hands so that he could glide them down the expanse of your spine before smacking your ass.

“So pretty” He muttered, before his cock entered you again, filling you full in one deep thrust. He didn’t bother easing you into it, he pounded your battered cunt like there was no tomorrow, holding you up by the jaw, allowing to watch the fucked out faces you made as he fucked you so good. You looked like an absolute mess, mascara blemished around your teary eyes, drool all over your parted lips, whining and moaning as you begged for Yoongi to give you more and more.

You never wanted the pleasure to end. You loved the feeling of him inside you, the feeling of his hands on your body, doing as he pleased. You came with a shrill scream, after which Yoongi pushed you down to your knees so he could cum deep inside your throat.

You weren’t sure how many more times the two of you went at it, unable to get enough of one another, until Yoongi finally pulled you back to bed, littering your face with kisses as he begged you to stop before you killed him. You pouted, but his warm smile had you more than willing to cuddle up to him instead. He gave you his shirt to wear, and with that you wrapped your arms around him, settling into a soft embrace.

A loud pounding came from the door. Your eyes widened, meeting Yoongi’s hardened gaze.

You grabbed a gun from your purse, handing it to him as the pounding increased, before finally the door swung open, revealing Jungkook, revolver loaded and aimed at Yoongi.

“Who the hell are you?” Yoongi made a face, fingers sliding around the gun’s shaft. Jungkook pulled the trigger, bullets whizzed as Yoongi quickly rolled off the bed.

“Jeon Jungkook. Remember that name because it’s gonna be the name of the man who takes your precious little Death Valley out from under your nose” Jungkook hissed.

Yoongi laughed, standing up “So you’re the dealer I’m told is always bringing us the most business. If you really wanted to take over one day, you should know better than to tick of your superiors”

Jungkook shifted his gun’s aim to you, to which Yoongi aimed his gun back. “Shoot me and she dies. I know all about your little obsession Min Yoongi. That sadistic detective takes some damn good notes.” 

Jungkook’s eyes landed on you “You really think I would fall for your bullshit? I’ve been in this business far longer than you have sweetheart” Of course, you realized, Jungkook knew Yoongi would do anything for you. You were bait. You thought you were using him, but he was using you the whole time.

Yoongi growled lowly. “What do you want?”

“Transfer all your assets to me. I want everything. All the money, contacts, everything. Give me Death Valley”

Yoongi glanced back at you, perched on the bed still, hands gripping at the silk sheets in fear.

“No way” Your heart dropped. It was Jimin. He placed the barrel of his revolver against Jungkook’s skull “Move and I’ll kill you before you can even think”

Your heart was pounding as you analyzed the scene in front of you. Yoongi’s gun shifted to Jimin.

“Oh perfect. I’ve been meaning to get my hands on you brat” Yoongi hissed. Jimin gave Yoongi a dirty look.

“Shut up Yoongi. I know the truth. I know who you are. You lied to me my whole life, the fuck did I ever do to you huh? You slept with my girlfriend”

Your eyes flew shut as you heard bullets ring. “Y/n run” You heard Jimin shout “Run. Just go” You ducked, rolling off the bed as you watched the three men shoot at one another. Jimin grabbed your hand, “Go. Get out of here”

“Oh no you don’t” Jungkook hissed. You slipped into the hallway. You had no idea where you were, it seemed like a hotel. Your eyes scanned around until you found the stairs, pushing the door and quickly speeding your way down the steps.  

You could hear the echoes of Jungkook following you. You glanced up, giving Jungkook an opportunity to shoot at you. His bullets ricochetted off of the railing as you slid down to the next story, pushing the doors open until you found yourself in another hallway. You ran towards a supply closet, slipping inside as you pulled out Hobi’s phone with trembling hands.

“Namjoon.” You whispered into the phone as you heard more bullets, planting your hand over your mouth to muffle your frightened whimpers “Namjoon help”

“Where are you?” His tone was serious “I brought the car like you said in your text, find the closest window and tell me which way you’re facing, then I’ll come and you jump okay? I’ll catch you.”

“Okay” Your breath was shaky. You carefully cracked open the closet door, checking both sides before you rushed to the closest window. You looked around, eyeing a vase which you grabbed, banging it into the window and watching as the glass shattered into a million pieces. “I’m facing west.”

“Got it” You looked down. You were only roughly two stories up, but it still looked frightening. You saw Namjoon pull up beneath you. He climbed out of the car. “Jump. You’ll be fine I promise”

You gulped, not the biggest fan of heights of any kind. Your hand trembled, bleeding now as you grabbed onto the shattered windowsill.

“Y/n wait!” You glanced back to see Jimin running towards you. You clenched your eyes shut, a tear falling from the corner of your eye before you opened your eyes and jumped.

You landed on your hands and knees, the impact sending a searing pain through your limbs as Namjoon helped pull you down from the car, shooting up at where Jimin was now looking down in horror. “Come on”

You hopped into the car with him. He quickly pressed on the gas, and the car roared before accelerating off. Your hand was gripping onto Namjoon’s bicep for dear life as you tried to rationalize the past few minutes.

You heard more gunshots, looking in the rearview to see Jungkook, shooting from the drivers window of his own car.

“Faster Namjoon, fuck, give me your gun” You snapped. He handed you the device, and you lowered the window, aiming at the tires of his car as you shot a few times. The recoil of the gun surprised you, but one of the bullets managed to slightly pierce through Jungkook’s front tire. You watched as his car skidded to a stop, sighing in relief.

Namjoon watched the scene unfold from his rearview mirror, biting his lip as you rolled the window back up, slamming yourself against the backrest, sighing deeply.

-

After what seemed like an hour of hurried driving, Namjoon found a motel for the two of you to spend the night and gather your thoughts. You told him what happened, not sparing a single detail. You had no idea where Yoongi was, if he was alive, if Jimin was alive, if Jungkook was still chasing you, everything was up in the air.

The two of you lay silently on the bed. You wanted to cry but you couldn’t even bring yourself too. Your heart felt cold—dead.

“Y/n, let’s just run away” Namjoon was startled by his own voice, a prominent whisper laced with hope, “Leave all of this behind” His, eyes softened as he looked down on your face. “We could start over. Be normal people, live normal lives. Change our names, our look, get a house”

“Can you even imagine doing that?” You slid your hand to nudge his pinkies intertwining. “Seems like a fantasy”

Silence waved over the both of you, only the pounding of your own hearts filling the space with it’s quick rhythm. Namjoon could feel it all the way down to his fingertips, as they brushed against yours, terribly slowly.

“For what it’s worth, we’d make some real cute kids” You added with a chuckle.

His heart stopped. A suffocating sensation seemed to grab at his throat, choking the very life out him. 

“I can’t do this” His voice broke. “I can’t” He got up with a rush, slamming the bathroom door behind him before sliding down, face buried in his palms. He couldn’t touch you. He couldn’t even think about it. It was wrong. You loved Yoongi, and he was happy for you. Even if he felt like Yoongi was dangerous, if anyone could handle the gangster it was you.

It wasn’t your fault. He knew you, but that was just it. You made his heart flutter with every little action. Your sharp tongue had his weak in the knees, your attitude. He wanted you to tie him up, choke him down, suffocate him with your cunt.

Calm down. Namjoon began to think about less pleasurable things, but his mind was latched onto you, recalling that night where you had taken such good care of him before your fight. A simple favor, no conversations, no complications.

He wanted to do the same to you. Oh God he just wanted to lay a finger on you.

“Namjoon?” There was something in your voice that had his body heating up everywhere. A plea, a desperation. You knocked at the door.

“I’m o..okay” He whimpered, tilting his head back in frustration. He didn’t know it, but you too had slid down, back against the door. “I’m sorry”

You clicked your tongue, “You have nothing to be sorry for.” You paused momentarily, “Tell me what you need”

Namjoon’s cock twitched, imagination going into a frenzy before he realized your words might be innocent.

“Nothing” He squeaked, “I’m okay”

“Joonie” His eyes fluttered shut as your soothing voice called out to him “Namjoon don’t lie to me just tell me what you need”

“I want you” His hands flew over his mouth the second he said it. He could hear you giggle.

“Is that right baby?” The tease in your voice had his face reddening. He slid his hand under his shorts, lightly palming his cock. “You wanna taste my juicy little cunt is that it?”

“Stop” He choked, palm rubbing faster.

“Tell me then,” Your voice was venom “Tell me what you want”

“I want to eat you out” Namjoon gasped loudly, “A..and. I want to see your face...you’re so...pretty...and” He gulped “Wanna make you feel good.” He fumbled around with his pants, yanking them down along with his boxers so he could properly stroke his eager dick.

“And” He could hear you panting, which almost turned him on more. Were you touching yourself? To him? The thought had him tugging at his cock so hard he winced in pain.

“Wanna fuck you” He confessed, biting his lip at the memory, “So fucking bad Y/n...I..” He groaned.

“How would you fuck me hm?”

He growled, imagining you, naked, climbing over him like the sexy vixen you were. You would pump his cock, spit on him, take such good care of him. “Ohhh my godddd” He could hear the pre-cum lathering over his cock, beating himself roughly “Want you to ride my cock. Tie me up, spit on me, choke me, spank me, anything you want Y/n but I just need you to touch me”

Words tumbled out of his drooling lips without a second thought “Your pussy is so...warm and...felt so good. So wet just...and...your tits bouncing up and down....your n..nails...scratching at me...your pretty eyes...”

“Keep going baby, you’re doing so good” You cooed at him.

“Fuck please say that again” His hips bucked up into his palm, yearning for your praise. “Tell me I’m good...I wanna be good...wanna make you feel good”

“You’re so good baby. My baby...making me feel so good”

“Yeah!” He shouted, “Yeah...wanna be so good for you. Oh god Y/n...I feel so good right now I” His breath hitched, “I want your mouth” He screamed, “Want you to suck my cock so baddd”

He could hear something, it sounded wet, sloshing around lightly. His eyes shot open. He clumsily scramled to stand, swinging the door open. At his feet you sat, four fingers deep in your cunt, eyes blinking up at him innocently.

“Oh. My. God” Namjoon hissed as he came, his seed falling down onto your face as he held himself up in the doorway. He milked himself out fully, more and more cum spilling as you stuck your tongue out, grinning wide as you caught some of it on your tongue.

He finished, panting as he towered over you. “Let me help you” He offered. You shook your head.

You winked at him, licking your lips before tugging your tank top down so you could fondle your own breast. Namjoon’s eyes were glued to you, as your pussy convulsed onto your fingers, dripping out slightly.

You moaned, pulling your fingers out as your body writhed beneath him. You held your fingers up, prompting Namjoon to have a taste. He bent down slightly, tongue reaching before you quickly removed your hand and licked your fingers off, one by one, yourself. Namjoon scowled.

“Tease” He mumbled. You simply laughed, playfully spanking his bare thigh as he stepped over you, returning to the bed.

You woke up to the sound of giggles. Your eyes flashed open, instinctively reaching for the gun and aiming at the source of the unfamiliar sound. Namjoon was still asleep.

The blood drained from your face as your eyes landed on a figure, hiding in the shadows of the motel room, legs propped onto the table, leaning back. You couldn’t see his face but his shadow felt familiar to you.

“That’s really not necessary Y/n” The giggles continued, fading into a heavy sigh, “You already know I won’t hurt you”

You lowered your weapon, fingers trembling. No fucking way. The man stood up, allowing the morning sun to shine onto his glowing face. He smirked.

“Miss me?”

-

there are two paths you can take after part 10. finale (light version) is a more agreeable ending that allows the reader freedom more creative freedom in how the story ends. finale (dark version) is my original ending (4 parts) which includes reader ultimately ending up with one of the members

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