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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 have a Jungkook or Namjoon mafia x Fém Reader having smut for the first time please 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 hopefully I’m not annoying. You are bothering you if I am I’m so sorry.

Ofc you’re not bothering me😊 this is my first time writing something like this so I hope you enjoy it!!

Warnings: Fingering, praise, big dick jungkook, dom! Jungkook, sub! Reader, honestly just him being a big sweetheart💕

18+ ONLY

It was another lonely night. Jungkook was working late as per usual, and it felt like you hadn’t seen him in forever. You knew what getting into a relationship with him would be like, lonely nights, hiding from society, your once normal life now full of violence. You sat on the couch in your living room, of course you felt grateful for everything he’d done for you! He gave you a place to live (with him), protection, anything you could’ve asked for. But it was all made of money. The penthouse, the clothes, the jewelry, everything. You couldn’t help but crave some sort of affection. Not something he would buy, you wanted him.

The night progressed slowly, still no sight of him. It was almost 1am and you started to get worried about his possible whereabouts. What if he was injured? What if he got caught? What if he was…dead? The thoughts got shut out of your mind as you heard the front door to your shared penthouse open and close. The heavy footsteps came closer to where you had been sitting in your living room. Jungkook. You stared at the man in front of you, he seemed different…blood was splattered on his once white button down shirt, a cut or two on his fists, he looked exhausted. He stopped in his tracks as he saw you sitting on the black, leather couch, still not in bed.

“Baby, why’re you still up?” He asked, coming closer to you, wiping the blood onto his pants. “You should be in bed, it’s late.”

You couldn’t help but move away from his touch. It wasn’t that you were scared, you wanted his touch…but it didn’t feel right. He’d been neglectful of you for so long, that now his touch felt foreign. “It’s pretty damn hard to go to bed when I have no clue where you are. I was worried about you. I called, texted, but I got nothing. I was scared you were injured! Or dead! You can’t just show up without talking to me for days and expect everything to be perfect!”

Jungkook stood there in shock, you’d been worried about him? You knew he could take care of himself, so why worry? “You know me. I’m fine, just a few little cuts. Nothing to worry about, baby.”

He went to go give you a kiss, but you swerved again. That just added to his confusion. You stood up, pushing past him, mumbling about heading to bed. Leaving Jungkook standing still in the living room. He walked into the bedroom a few minutes later, you were already in bed, pjs on and ready to sleep.

“I’m gonna go shower, care to join?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood. It’s not like he hadn’t seen you naked before, like that one time he “accidentally” walked in on you changing, oh, and the same for when you showered! But he had to brush his teeth…dumb reasoning. But you just shook your head and turned onto your side. Jungkook let out a small sigh, walking away into the bathroom. When he finished showering, he walked out, back into your shared bedroom. A towel wrapped around his neck, catching the drips of stray water from his hair. You were still awake, surprisingly, on your phone flipping through social media. He crawled into bed beside you, trying to wrap his arm around your waist, but you shuffled away. This only confused him more.

“Baby? Why won’t you let me touch you?” Jungkook asked as he sat up and looked towards you.

“I just don’t feel like being touched right now. That’s all.” You were a bad liar, you both knew it. You felt strong arms being wrapped around you, positioning you now in his lap. You felt blush rise to your cheeks, feeling his semi-hard dick under you. You felt as if you couldn’t concentrate, you weren’t a virgin by any means, but it was the first time you’d felt him.

“Don’t lie to me, baby. Tell me what’s wrong.” He held your hips and gently made them move over his hard-on. This made you whine a little bit, feeling yourself become wet from just a little friction.

“N-nothing, I promise…” He guided your hips again, a little rougher this time.

“What’s on your mind, pretty girl?” Jungkook asked once more, voice becoming deeper and slightly more stern.

You couldn’t help but whine again, the feeling was something you hadn’t felt before. None of your boyfriends before had made you this wet from just some small actions. “You…you’ve been busy. Like, so busy that you never have time for me anymore. I have to fall asleep without you, wake up without you, constantly worry that you’re dead somewhere…I miss you. But you don’t seem to miss me.”

Jungkook loosened his grip on you hips a little, his brown eyes staring into yours. “ Why didn’t you talk to me sooner, baby? Of course I miss you, I’ve just been busy with work. I…I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I know you’re busy…just forget I said anything, please.” You tried to get out of his lap, but he flipped you onto your back, caging you in with his arms and legs on either side of your body. “Wha-?”

“Let me show you how sorry I am. Please.” He asked softly as he kissed your neck gently, his hand trailing down lower and lower.

You let out a soft gasp as you felt his warm hands slip into your pj pants, into your panties and the place you wanted him most. He gently began to rub your clit, small circular motions, looking at your face to make sure that he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries. Once he saw that you had no intention of stopping him, he lost the hesitation and became more confident with his actions. His fingers rubbing your pussy, feeling how wet you were getting by the moment, his lips attached to your neck as he sucked love marks into your soft skin. You couldn’t help but moan as you were overwhelmed with all of these sudden feelings.

“That feel good, baby? Want me to speed up?” He asked in a low and sultry voice as he gave you a teasing smirk.

You could only muster a nod, grinding your hips to meet his fingers as they touched you. He chuckled, shaking his head and kissing your jaw, “I need words, baby. Be my good girl and tell me what you want.”

“Y-your f-fingers…please…” you begged, not being able to hold back your moans. He smiled against your skin, removing his hand from your pants. You whined at the loss of contact.

“It’s okay, pretty girl, I’m just gonna undress you, okay?” His fingers played with the hem of your shirt, you gave him the go ahead and he pulled your shirt over your head. He stopped for a moment, mouth slightly ajar, admiring the beauty he had in front of him. “You’re so gorgeous…all my girl. My baby.” His tone sounded possessive.

You whimpered as he finished undressing you, throwing your clothes somewhere into the room. He took your legs and placed them on either sides of his thighs, spreading you out, putting your pussy on display for him. You could see a light blush on his face, caressing your thighs, looking at how beautiful you were. How you were his. He leaned down and kissed your lips. His soft lips met yours, making you feel like heaven. His fingers gently pushed into you, allowing you to adjust to his fingers. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you, making you a moaning and begging mess.

“Baby…m’gonna….”

“Cum for me, baby girl. Let go.” He ordered, fingering you fast, hitting your g-spot every time. Using his thumb to rub your clit, he pumps his fingers into you at a merciless pace, making you cum. Jungkook helps you ride out your high, quickly sliding out of his own pants. He grabs your hips, guiding you back over his now completely hard dick. Grabbing his cock, he slides it up and down your slit, coating it in your juices. He pushes his tip in, slowly sinking himself fully into your pussy. You moan loudly at the sudden feeling of being filled to the brim with his cock. He leans back onto the bed, pulling you with him, he grabs a handful of your ass and fucks himself up into you. The feeling being so new to you, had you screaming out his name, begging for more. You could hear his groans and grunts, only making you wetter and wetter.

“You like that, don’t you? Tell me, baby, do you like having my cock in your tight pussy? Like being fucked so good?” He asked as he kept rutting into you, not slowing down for a moment.

“Mmhmmm….f-feels so g-good…love your cock…” you whimpered out, wrapping your arms around his neck, moaning into his shoulder. After a few more thrusts, it had you both reaching your end.

“Be a good girl and cum with me…” He grunted, trying to reach the tip of his climax, fucking you faster and harder. You nodded your head, he lowered his hand to rub quickly at your clit, making sure you felt as much pleasure as you could.

“Can’t…gonna cum…!” You moaned out, feeling your walls clench around him.

“Cum for me, baby.” Jungkook moaned as he fucked you faster, making you both reach your climax. After riding it out, he carefully slid out of you, going to get a warm cloth to clean you up.

That was what you needed. Not jewelry, clothes or a new house. You needed him. His love. His affection. “I’m sorry for being so neglectful, baby. I’ve been so busy with work I-”

You cut him off with a soft kiss to his lips, caressing his face with your hands. “There’s no need to apologize, Kook. I understand, truly, but I just need you. That’s it. You’re all I’d ever need.”

“Well that’s good, because you’re never getting rid of me.”

Hey can I have a mafia Taehyung × reader where she is a detective angst to fluff please

Also a mafia jungkook × spy reader where he is there to find info about him but they fall in love angst wit fluff ending

Sorry if it's too much

hello! So I did end up choosing only one to do, but if you would like me to do the other one some time in the future, don’t be afraid to ask! Warning: angst

It was never meant to happen. It was supposed to be a quick job…how did we end up like this?

Your assignment was to spy on the Mafia leader, Jungkook, and report back to your boss. But it didn’t go as planned. You were never meant to fall for him, it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t…at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

“I fucking trusted you! I let you in and you fucking betrayed me!” Jungkook’s voice boomed throughout the house. He had found out that you were meant to spy on him and report back to your boss. “How could you do this to me?! To US?! You’re a fucked up person!” He screamed at you with everything he could.

“I swear to god, I didn’t say anything! I promise! I haven’t said a word to my boss! This wasn’t supposed to happen, kookie! I wasn’t supposed to-!” You cut yourself off, you were only digging a deeper and deeper grave for yourself.

“You have no goddamned right to call me that. Do you understand me? You’ve betrayed my trust. You destroyed everything we made together. It’s all your fault.” He spat in your face. He was beyond angry. Beyond feeling hurt and sad, he was vengeful.

“Kook, you gotta listen to me! I didn’t do anything! I prom-….i didn't….baby…” I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, never before crying in front of him. Yet I couldn’t turn away…I’d hurt him. I would never forgive myself.

“Why didn’t you say anything? Hm? Was it so you could kill me yourself? Get some extra dirt on me to give to your boss? God, you’re probably fucking him, aren’t you?!” His insults were becoming worse and worse. Deeper and deeper.

“IT WAS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” You yelled back at him. The forbidden words you two had yet to say to each other, came spilling out of your mouth in a slight desperation.

“You…what?” Jungkook stood there quietly, his once violent and aggressive voice now turned soft and vulnerable. “You love me?”

You scoffed as you wiped away your tears, “Of course I love you…how could I not? You’re perfect…I couldn’t…I couldn’t bring myself to follow through with the assignment. The original plan was to get into a relationship and then be able to get information about you. But…my plans got changed when I actually started to fall in love with you. I’m sorry, you probably don’t want to see me right now, I’ll take my lea-”

You were stopped by strong hands gently grabbing your waist, pulling you close. A gentle pair of lips met yours, kissing you softly, full of love. “Please don’t go…I don’t want you to leave. Stay. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said those things…”

“No, it’s alright. I get it, you were mad. I thought I lost you….” You spoke softly, looking into his deep brown eyes that you loved so deeply.

“You’d never lose me. I love you too much.” Jungkook spoke gently, cupping your face, showing a gentle smile.

“I love you too, kookie.” Smiling, you gave him another kiss.

Can I get a mafia jungkook smut in the balcony of a penthouse of a tall newyork building (im sorry my English is bad) just make it very nasty and filthy pls.

Yo I just woke up and saw this😭 I can totally do it and your English is very good!

Warnings: I honestly just write rough sex, enjoy you nasty people 😏

18+ ONLY

The air was thick with tension as Jungkook, the notorious leader of the New York City Mafia, stood on the balcony of his penthouse. He leaned against the railing, his eyes scanning the cityscape below. He could feel the eyes of his men on him, their silent admiration for their fearless leader evident in their gaze.

But Jungkook had something else on his mind tonight. He wanted her. The woman who had been haunting his dreams for weeks. Her name was Y/N, a fierce and beautiful member of a rival gang. But to Jungkook, she was more than just an enemy. She was a challenge.

He turned to his men, his voice low and commanding. 'Leave us,' he said, his eyes never leaving the city below.

They obeyed without question, knowing better than to defy their leader. Jungkook watched as they filed out of the penthouse, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He closed his eyes, picturing Y/N's face, her fiery spirit, and her body, oh her body. He could feel himself growing hard at the mere thought of her.

When he opened his eyes, she was standing before him, her eyes blazing with defiance. 'What do you want, Jungkook?' she spat, her voice dripping with venom.

He smirked, taking a step closer to her. 'You,' he said, his voice husky with desire.

She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. 'I'm not some toy for you to play with,' she said, her tone challenging.

Jungkook chuckled, his eyes raking over her body. 'Oh, I know that,' he said, his voice dripping with lust. 'But I also know that you want me just as much as I want you.'

Y/N's face flushed with anger, but Jungkook could see the desire burning in her eyes. He reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her roughly against him. She gasped, but didn't push him away.

Their lips crashed together in a frenzy, their tongues battling for dominance. Jungkook's hands roamed over her body, his touch rough and possessive. He could feel her body responding to him, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

He pulled away, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake. He reached up and pulled down the zipper of her dress, the fabric falling to the floor in a heap. He stepped back, taking in the sight of her standing before him in nothing but her black lace lingerie.

'Beautiful,' he murmured, his eyes dark with desire.

Y/N's cheeks flushed at his words, but she didn't have time to respond as Jungkook pulled her to him once again, his lips claiming hers in a heated kiss. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the edge of the balcony.

'Jungkook, what are you doing?' she gasped, her heart racing with excitement and fear.

He didn't answer, instead, he pushed her back against the railing, the cool metal pressing against her skin. He knelt down, his lips trailing down her stomach, leaving a trail of kisses as he went. When he reached her panties, he tore them off with his teeth, his mouth finding its way to her core.

Y/N moaned loudly, her fingers tangling in Jungkook's hair as he pleasured her with his tongue. He could feel her body trembling with need, her moans growing louder with each passing second.

'Jungkook, I need you,' she gasped, her voice desperate.

He stood up, his lips claiming hers once again as he lifted her up, her back pressed against the cold glass of the balcony. He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with his tip before thrusting into her with one swift movement.

Y/N cried out, her nails digging into Jungkook's back as he filled her completely. He began to move, his thrusts rough and unrelenting. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their moans and cries filling the air as they reached new heights of pleasure.

'Harder, Jungkook,' she begged, her voice raw with need.

He complied, his hips slamming into hers with a force that left her breathless. They were lost in a world of pleasure, the sounds of their moans and the city below the only things that existed.

Jungkook could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his body tense with need. He could tell Y/N was close too, her body trembling in his arms.

'Come for me, Y/N,' he growled, his voice filled with desire.

And with one final thrust, they both reached their climax, their bodies shaking with the intensity of their release. They collapsed against each other, their breathing heavy and their bodies spent.

Jungkook pulled Y/N into his arms, his lips trailing down her neck as they caught their breath. 'You're mine now,' he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Y/N chuckled, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. 'Just for tonight,' she said, her voice teasing.

But they both knew it wasn't just for tonight. They were bound to each other now, their passion and desire for one another too strong to ignore.

As they stood on the balcony, looking out over the city, they both knew that this was just the beginning of their story. A story filled with lust, danger, and a love that was as dangerous as it was intense. And they wouldn't want it any other way.

J.JK Soul Ink - Chapter 16

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¬ Now or Never - Halsey

"What do you mean they know we're here? We lead them to a different place how-"

Yoongi sighs and begins to gather his stuff mumbling,

"I don't know, one of us mustn't of got rid of them without realizing, I'd suggest you guys get dressed and start gathering some stuff, we need to go. Now."

We nod before rushing off to our rooms to pack as much as we could, we could not afford to waste any time. I go to rush into my room but gasp as I feel a hand wrap around my arm and I spin around to stare into the familiar doe eyes of Jungkook and he opens his mouth to talk but shuts it again and pursing his lips.

"Jungkook is everything okay?" I ask taking his hand off my arm into my hand, watching him hesitate before nodding and giving me a reassuring smile, kissing my knuckles, feeling the cold metal of his lip ring against them.

"It doesn't matter, it's not important, go pack, we'll talk later." He says letting go of my hand and I nod slowly and smile at him as he leaves me alone going into his room and I enter my own sighing, whatever he wanted to say must of been important, it was bothering him. I shake it off for now, quickly pulling out my duffel bag from under my bed and opening all the drawers and the doors to my wardrobe and throwing everything into it, keep out an outfit to change in, hearing everyone rush about in their own room. We needed to leave as soon as possible.

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"Okay is everyone packed? Remember this is a temporary move alright? Once this is all over we can come back but for now we're going to the safe house, split into groups again and we'll all scatter in hopes to lose them and meet at the house. Who ever gets tailed do not come to the house until you are certain you've lost them. Am I understood?" Namjoon says sternly as we all stand in the living room. We nod in confirmation and I notice Jimin look down guiltily.

"Jimin? Are you okay? What's wrong?" I say placing a hand on his shoulder as he sighs and shakes his head.

"It's my fault, I swear I thought I lost them but I was in such a frenzy to get Kook back home so he could have medical attention I must of not seen them properly. I'm sorry guys." He murmurs and I pout ruffling his hair.

"Jimin it's okay, we all have our moments, you did what you had to and you made the right decision, we'd probably all do the same if we were in the same position, you probably saved JK from anymore damage, that's all that matters, we'll lose them for sure this time okay? No one is mad alright? Now gather yourself we can't waste anymore time, we don't know what they're scheming. Let's go. Good luck brothers and sister, see you on the flip side." Namjoon says as we go into our groups and I take the keys from Jimin.

"I'll drive, you tell me the directions, you know I can lose them if they tail us." I say and he nods as we all enter the garage, throwing our bags into the back and climbing into the cars, Jungkook in the passenger seat and Jimin in the back, the both of them getting their pistols ready just in case. This could go really badly or really good.

"Okay let's get out of here. Ready?" I say as turn the ignition and look at them and they give me a curt nod. Taehyung opens the garage door before rushing to get into a car and everything was like a blur from then.

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"Are you definitely sure I lost them because I'm coming up to the safe house and I don't want to park the car up to find out that they're still on our tail." I say as I drive and Jimin peers through the back window and gives me a thumbs up.

"All clear I promise, there's no one behind us." Jimin says and I sigh in relief nodding, slowing down until I come to a complete halt, parking in front of the house they tell me to stop at, turning the car off and leaning back into the seat and let out a breath.

"Well that was eventful..." Jungkook mumbles before climbing out and Jimin and I follow, getting our bags out from the back and lock the car making our way towards the house and entering once it was unlocked.

"Looks like we're the first ones here." Jungkook says looking around noticing how quiet it was as we nod in agreement as I look around.

"Well this is home for now, Y/N you're going to have to share a room with Kook...we don't have a spare sorry." Jimin says sheepishly as Jungkook smirks, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and guiding me towards the stairs so he could show me to his room.

"Ah it's not a problem at all Hyung, is it babygirl? Just more time with my girl." Jungkook says mischievously making me roll my eyes and nudge him slightly.

"Don't be getting any ideas Jungkook." I say raising an eyebrow making him cackle as he pushes the door open to the room and rows himself onto his bed making me gasp in panic.

"Yah! Your shoulder be careful you fool!" I scold making him chuckle at me sitting up as I place my bag on the floor and sitting beside him, pinching his cheek making him hiss and smack my hand away.

"Ow! What the fuck! I'm fine it didn't hurt you didn't have to do that!" He whines making me laugh before standing up again and picking up my bag and sighing unzipping it so I could get at least a few outfits out to hang up.

"Fuck..." I hear Jungkook breathe out and I look up in confusement seeing his eyes staring in one spot and I follow his eyes before gasping and rushing to shut my bag, cheeks bright red looking at him as he smirks at me and I knew he was going to tease me to no ends.

"How come you haven't wore one of them in front of me yet? You hiding it from me babygirl?" He teases making me huff and cover my face as he laughs at me as I subconsciously pout and put my bag under the bed.

"Shut up leave me alone, Irene packed the bag not me." I mumble shyly.

"Hmm remind me to thank her when she's back." He grins as I roll my eyes and flip him off making him laugh even louder until Jimin yells up to us.

"Hey you two! The guys are here! We're going out to see if we can get any intel and some food! You stay here Jk needs to step back for a bit!"

"Okay! See you guys soon! Be careful!" You yell back before Jungkook could protest that he had to sit out and groans throwing himself back on the bed again as you walk over to the dresser, folding some clothes in a slight daze as your mind begins to overthink and worry.

Jungkook looks over noticing my silence and frowns seeing your blank face through the mirror above the dresser, slowly sitting up and walking over, concerned as to what could be playing on your mind.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook murmurs placing a hand on your waist and turning you to face him, peppering kisses to your face.

"I don't know, I just have a bad feeling about where this is going. You're right about Yixing. He's always one step ahead, something isn't right." You mumble resting your head on his uninjured shoulder.

"Yeah well everything is gonna be okay baby girl, he may be one step ahead but what he doesn't know is that we're 10 steps ahead. He hasn't got a clue what's coming. We've always got a plan." Jungkook chuckles.

You nod, sighing and look up to him and press your lips to his and he smiles softly as you wrap your arms around his neck. The kiss begins to get heated and he pulls away from the kiss and begins to pepper kisses down to your neck and sucks and nips at the flesh. You squeal when he picks you up and smashes his lips back onto yours and you mumble out as you slip your hand into his hair subconsciously,

"You're going to hurt your shoulder."

He chuckles against your lips, smirking and he whispers,

"I couldn't care less right now."

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Uhhhh Hi?

I'm sorry for the long and I mean very long wait for this chapter.

I originally put this on hold for Ramadan but a lot went on after so I couldn't update and then I had plagiarism issues so I took a break entirely and since then, getting back into the book was very hard so I apologize if this wasn't the greatest I'm a bit rusty and had to push through a massive writers block to complete this so if it's not long like usual I'm sorry. I promise this will get better with the next few chapter, I have no idea when I'll update again I'm currently still busy with education so finding time is difficult so bare with me. Anyway hope you guys enjoyed I've missed you all my butterflies!

See you soon!

Love you all!

Cruel Intentions

Cruel Intentions (Part 1)

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Finale

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Italics meaning past events)

Genre: smut, Mafia!Jungkook

Warning: (eventual) smut, yandere themes, mentions and display of death, blood,

Word Count: 8,335

Description: You adored your eldest brother - you truly did. Before his addiction got the best of him, he was amazing at caring for you and your other siblings. Now, however, it was your turn to care for him without the help of your siblings who long abandoned him, advising you to do the same. Once your brother manages to get himself imprisoned, you realize just how much trouble he got himself into. Once your family is threatened, you offer to pay off the debts your brother owes with the one thing any powerful man couldn't resist - your virginity.

"Are you aware of the father...?" The woman asks when she brings a fresh cup of water to you, her eyes scanning your bump. She watches you drink the water hastily, droplets dripping down the corner of your mouth and down your chin. She leans back into her chair, tilting her head and waiting for a response.

"T-Thank you." you murmur to her, your left hand caressing your bump. "I must keep going-"

The woman halts you from standing up. She gives a head shake and sits you back down. "You've been traveling by foot this entire time?" she asks, your disheveled appearance already giving her the answer she needed. "Where are you headed to?"

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Because, to answer your question, you don't know. You had nowhere to go, no one to fall upon. You had siblings, yes, but that would be putting their lives at risk - the lives of their children at risk, as well. That was something you couldn't bring yourself to do.

"I cannot allow you to leave in this state." the woman is stern, her grey hair poking out beneath the scarf she wore upon her head. "Especially when you're expecting a child."

You shake your head. "I-I have to go. I can't stay in one place for too long." you try to explain, but the woman wouldn't listen.

"I found you asleep in the middle of the field, utterly exhausted. My son helped bring you here. You were beyond dehydration. I don't know your situation, nor do you have to explain to me. But as a woman who has nothing but her own child, I cannot allow you to set off on your own." the woman stands. "I'll be making dinner soon. Down the hall to the right is a guest bathroom, you can use that to clean yourself up."

And you do, running yourself a hot shower. You were unsure how you made it along the country side. You didn't have a cellphone any longer - you destroyed that long ago. You also didn't have a map, and even if you did you weren't sure if you knew how to decipher it. It's been months since you managed to escape him, but doing so hasn't been easy. You walk for days on end sometimes, only stopping to sleep wherever you are deemed safe. You didn't have a destination - but knew wherever would be better than with him.

You haven't had a proper shower in months. You ran out of money long ago, having slept in cheap motel rooms that offered shitty breakfast - something that could satiate you and your growing belly. You never stayed in the same place for too long, understanding the fact that they were looking for you - to either bring you back to him or kill you out of revenge. Either or, you were a walking target - one of the reasons you had no desire to stay with the woman and her unknown son.

But you couldn't leave - she wouldn't allow it. Not when you woke up early in the morning to already find the woman cooking breakfast. Not when she gave you clean clothes and medicine for the cold you had. Not when she fed you delicious food and offered old baby clothes that once belonged to her so - that she washed freshly the day of. She offered different remidies to make the pregnancy go smooth, each remedy being the perfect batch.

You hadn't met her son until a week later, him strolling through the door with a confused look on his face upon seeing his mother and you cooking around the kitchen. You waddled around, your stomach in the way and your kicking baby far too energetic.

"This is my son, Soobin." the woman introduces her son with gleaming eyes - he was her pride and joy.

Said man offers you a kind smile that makes your heart melt. He didn't say much, but the act of kindness he displayed was one you hadn't witnessed in years. Men didn't act like Soobin unless they wanted something from you. But Soobin didn't desire anything - from you at least. He was kind and gentle, assisting you in whatever he could. Pulling out your chair, getting anything that was out of your reach - he even massged your feet because they were swollen.

Over the months of your stay, you understood now that it was long term. The woman - whose name was Byeol. She kept everything she had for Soobin when he was a baby. She dusted and cleaned off the old crib, washing the sheets and allowing you to set up a small nursery in your bedroom. She had many stuffed bears and toys, even a rocking chair that creaked when you rocked back and forth.

It brought you to tears knowing that she assisted you without understanding your situation. How someone could be so affectioate without desiring anything in return.

Byeol insisted on making memories - she had scrap books piling up of Soobin. She took many pictures of you - you cooking, washing dishes, rocking back and forth in the rocking chair, everything she could of your growing bump. She insisted it was the memories you needed to look back upon.

"Have you decided on a name?" Soobin asks you one day. Byeol had gone down for a nap and you and Soobin opted to sitting on the porch, the sun shining but the weather was just right. "I know you don't want to go to the city for whatever reason but..." Soobin leans back and glances your way. You never told him why you were afraid to go to the city and thankfully, he never forced it out of you. "...we can find out the gender."

The gender of your child was something you always thought about. You wanted a girl - someone whose hair you can do. Dress up in cute clothing - Byeol had many netural clothing that once belong to Soobin, and after a few years you ould eventually find yourself a job once you deemed it safe enough to do so.

The act of having a boy terrified you, to say the least. You couldn't imagine raising a man - you didn't know how to. One thing you did know was that you'd be damned if you allowed your son to act the way his creator did. You wouldn't call him a father - you had no desire allowing him the knowledge of your pregnancy prior to your escape. What he didn't know wouldn't put your child at risk.

"I think it's best if it's a surprise." you tell Soobin, your hand resting on your belly. Your child must've been asleep, they weren't moving or kicking at the moment.

"I know someone. A friend." Soobin's eyes widen. "They could offer you an ultrasound right from home!"

You laugh. "That's a lot of equipment to bring into the household." you say, but the act now gets to you. You have never seen your child via ultrasound. You have been present before for your sisters ultrasounds and seeing them. Even hearing the heartbeat was emotional for you and you were nothing but the aunt.

You cave into Soobin's request and a few days later you are watching the moniter closly as the woman shows you your child. Byeol has a soft smile on her lips and Soobin is utterly confused. "How do you know that's the foot?" he asks, his eyes seeing nothing but black and white blobs on the screen.

"With years of schooling and medical practice." she says. "Do you want to know the gender?"

You bite your lip, eyes wandering around to see Byeol and Soobin. Soobin gives you a thumbs up while Byeol grins. The decision was yours and you find yourself nodding.

The woman hums and her eyes scan the screen. "It's a boy!" she cheers, as does Soobin and Byeol, but your smile flutters and the corner of your eyes swell with tears.

You had 4 older siblings, you being the youngest of 5. Growing up you were closest to your eldest two siblings, Yechan (your first born sister) and Hyun-woo (your first born brother). You recalled the many times they'd taken you to and from school, brought you with them on errands and even took you to the park when they weren't busy. You would often get confused with being Yechan's daughter due to the age difference.

Se-hun (your second eldest brother) and Ye-Rim (your second eldest sister) was a different story. You often argued with Ye-Rim over petty drama which resulted in you two fighting. Se-hun ignored your presence most times, you being nothing but a younger sister who annoyed him every now and then.

Yet and still, they were your siblings and you loved them. Now being 22, your and Ye-Rim's relationship was better. She no longer considered you a burden of a sister and you enjoyed your nieces presence. You visited Se-hun often now that he was married with 4 kids - something you were shocked to think back to. But, he wasn't alone in children when Yechan had the same amount.

You strove to be the perfect aunt, buying whatever gifts you could for 9 children, trying to take them out of your siblings hands for a bit but you were just one person, afterall.

Your siblings were all doing great for themselves - all except Hyun-woo. When you were a child, Hyun-woo was hard working. He worked every night until late and every morning made sure you all had breakfast on the table to eat. The man you witnessed now was not the man of your childhood - there seemed to be no life behind his eyes. He appeared a mess, oftentimes. His hair was greasy and his teeth had a dull grey color. He wasn't old in the slightest but appeared to be as though he aged like milk.

"I told you to leave him alone." Se-hun sighed once, shaking his head. "He was far beyond himself."

"I couldn't have him around my kids." Ye-Rim snickers as she washes her dishes. "When I did he left cocaine in the bathroom."

"He's going to drag you down with him, Y/N." Yechan warned, and how right she was.

Hyun-woo didn't take long until he was arrested for petty theft. His drug addicted mind had him breaking into homes, stealing small items. Sometimes he would remain in said homes and hide to do nothing in particular. You managed to bail him out the first time, raising enough money (no thanks to your siblings) and bailing your brother out. The next month, he was back - this time off to prison.

"You should've left him there the first time." Ye-Rim told you. "So he could've thought about what he was doing with his life. Your bail money went down the drain."

Down the drain was right. You had a hefty savings - you weren't a university student. You decided that working was best after High School, but all the savings you had was poured into your brother's bail just for him to off to prison shortly after. You were stuck - working check to check. You didn't wish to live off of your older siblings - they had children and lives of their own to manage. So you decided - pay your rent to have a roof over your head or eat with no where to lay your head. You chose your rent with a little money left over for necessities. It was difficult - but you managed.

What you weren't able to manage was the two men in dark suits coming into your work place looking for Hyun-woo. You widen your eyes at them - because, for one, they knew you and your workplace but also because they were bold enough to do this in broad daylight. At you telling them that your brother was in prison, they left. You thought this would be a sigh of relief, they whoever those men were wouldnt be returning.

You were wrong.

They did return and even were kind enough to trash your house. You were home when the door was kicked in, a scream erupting through your throat. The men had destroyed everything in sight, a robotic look in their eyes and actions. Almost as if they were being compelled to do this - maybe by a higher up. Before they left, one of the three men had come forward to your weeping figure and dropped to his knees. He eyes you for a moment too long before then tells you that they would be returning a week from that moment to claim your brother's debt - a total of 64 million won.

Your heart stops at the high price. You questioned how in the world there was so much money to be loaned to someone that appeared as your brother did - grey teeth, some missing. Greasy hair was often left in a low bun and stubble on his chin and cheeks. He was an utter mess and a known addict - what else could he be? How much drugs were dealers willing to give someone with no job or money? You had kept your valuables hidden from him - he was a known thief and even you being his youngest sister didn't leave you untouched.

You worked extra hours the next day at your job - the grocery store appreciating it, they were already short staffed. Whatever you had left that wasn't broken by the men you sold - your couch, the tv in your room and livingroom (that was only half broken but pawn shops don't discriminate). You even sold jewelry, not as though you had anywhere to wear it. You were still down millions of won, the money not being realistic for you to attain in a short amount of time.

So, here you were scouring the internet for ways to attain large amounts of money, legal or illegally. You were desperate to do anything, at this point. You got your answer when you were invited - via vpn tracking, sadly - to a private event. You were skeptical, but the invite said that if you had anything valuable to sell, you could through the black market - an event that happened every few months in an underground location.

You went - your fanny pack holding a bottle of bear mace and a pocket knife and a mini taser. Your backpack holding a change of clothes for this occassion. If this was a trap, you refused to be down bad and die there. You've lived this long, far too long to die like that. At your arrival at said place, you were disappointed to see that there was no one there. You looked around the abandoned alleyway, the dark light alley lights flickering as you let out a sigh of defeat.

"Looking for something?" a voice startles you. The tall man crosses his arms behind you. He steps back, allowing you space.

"I,uh...I guess not. I'll be leaving." you take a few steps back yourself, not wanting to be too close to the man.

"Are you trying to buy or sell anything?" the man says, his eyes narrowing. He was being conspicuous without saying too much in the case that you weren't looking to do that.

"S-Sell." your lips purched.

The man nods, he turns towards a metal door. "Follow me." he tells you.

You follow behind him, your hands on your fanny pack in case you need to grab a quick weapon. As the two of you walk behind the door and down a dim lit hallway, he opens a wooden door at the end of the hall and motions for you to enter. The room was huge with loud chattering. Sea of people, all dressed far more expensive than you, holding glasses of wine and champagne. Your eyes glance to the man behind you. "What do people sell here?" you ask him, unsure if this was the correct place to do this at.

"Everything." he says. "Expensive jewlery - stolen or not. Property, businesses, foreign exchanges...sex." he shrugs. "Whatever you have to offer. State your price - start high. Someone will be bound to buy what you're selling."

You nod your head. "I-Is there a restroom?" you look around. If you were going to be selling yourself to the sea of men, you were bound to change into whatever cheap lingerie you brought in your backpack, long jacket hanging over your shoulders.

Everything was separated into categories just like the man stated. Sex was the last exchange sold and this late into the night you were nearing exhaustion. Your feet ached in the heels you wore that you took it off the second hour and slide against the floor in a sleepy haze. You were standing up right when the catergory you were waiting for was now. There was many woman, all shapes and sizes, offering sex - some in more ways the others. Their asking prices weren't the same as what you were going to be asking far, far less. Nonetheless, like the man states - start high and state your price.

You were next. The lights of the stage seemed brighter than every when you were the center of attention. The host speaks with you silently, his eyes widening at your asking price.

"64 million won." the host states into the microphone, you hear a few gasps and snickers. You gulp, taking a deep breath. You removed the long jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Your lingerie was simple, a white lace that shown more than you desired, but if you were going to sell sex you needed to ooze sex. "Tell me, why do you think you deserved 64 million won?" the host asks, trying to get you to sell what you could.

"I'm not just selling sex." you speak into the microphone, the sea of people watching you making your stomach feel uneasy. "I'm selling my virginity."

The crowd erupts in more gasps, and with that the biddin started. One man offered 64 million straight out, his old shaky voice cracking. You were disgusted, but kept your smile on your lips. Another man shouted 65, the next 70. The last was what has you yelping. "400 million won." the voice says, this time it didn't sound old or cracked out. It was young and deep - determined. "Cash."

"Sold." the host says, head shaking in disbelief at the amount of money you were about to obtain for your virginity. You gulp, your eyes watching the figure make their way to the stage. You're captivated, watching as the man - couldn't be much older than you - make his way onto the stage. Something in your gut is telling you - he was familiar to you.

He grasps your jacket and places it upon your shoulders. He pushes you gentle towards the left side of the stage and down the small stairs.

You two had a lot to talk about. For one, you couldn't believe that amount of cash the man took out of the black bag, He shows you, allowing you to see that he was serious about this. You fidget in you stance, the man intimidating you. He wasn't the one who appeared to need to buy pussy - or virginity. He was young, piercing dark eyes with the same dark hair. He had a lip ring in the corner of his lips and the smirk he gives you was enough to have you want to fuck him without the money.

"Before we...make out a contract. Why are you doing this?" the man asks you. He has taken you to his car, a black mercedes with dark tinted windows. You two sit in the back while a man drives him.

"I need the money." you admit.

"64 million won is a lot of money to need." the man chuckles a response. "College? Mortage?"

"My brother's in debt." you say. You were exhausted. You tell the stranger everything - how your brother was a drug addict who finally met his match in prison while you were left to pay for the damages. How the men destroyed your home and only allowed you a week to conjure up the debt your brother owed. You admitting to selling nearly everything you owned and now deciding the last thing you did own was your diginity and virginity.

The man remained quiet at your rambling. You remained quiet the rest of the car ride to your home. Much to your surprise, the man had given you the entire 64 million won, stating that he would be back to collect his debt you owed to him and give you the rest of the money he promised. Your eyes sparkled and you nodded with determination. You got out of his car with a short bow, vowing to be the best you could to him when he returned.

What you weren't expecting was the man to indeed return the day of the debt collecting - right on time. As you allowed the man inside your home, envelope in your hand with the amount of cash they needed, your door, once again, was kicked in. The man, along with one other, raises their guns at the men in your sitting area.

"What the hell?" one of the men hiss to the intruders, arms raised. His eyes widen in realization. "Jeon-ssi? What are you doing-"

A shot ranged out and all you could do was drop to the floor, eyes wide. The man, Jeon, shoots the man speaking, a crazed look in his eyes. The man screams at the bullet through his shoulder. A few more shots ring and you're now crying on the floor, a pool of the mens blood surrounding you. You may have fucked up and got yourself into deeper shit than you imagined.

You hear footsteps approaching, but you don't open your eyes. You never do - not until you feel fingers wrapped into your hair and yanking you upward. You hiss, eyes shooting open, the tears pooling out faster now. "P-Please..." you try to shake away from the familiarly strange hand.

The man removes his hands from your hair and steps back, head tilting at you. "Stop crying." he murmurs. "I'm not going to kill you."

You sniffle. It was hard to believe this man wasn't nefarious when he and his friend murdered the men in your home seconds ago.

"That's it." Jeon nods, a smile on his pierced lips. He reaches out to wipe a tear from your left eye. His hand then caresses your cheek. "I can't believe these cowards left you in such a compromising position."

You gulp, shaking stiffly. You couldn't move, far too afraid that he wold put a bullet through you next if you had.

"Come." Jeon says.

"W-Where are you taking me?" you cry out when you feel him grab your shoulders and bring you closer to him. "I-I don't need the money anymore, take it-"

"Hyung, please wait in the car for us." Jeon says to the man behind him, a tall man with narrowed eyes and broad shoulders. He does so, not bothering to close the door behind him. "You...fear me." Jeon says to you. "After I got you out of debt and handled the men who disrespected you."

You want to scream and cry, everything at once. You were beyond frightened and you swore if you could piss right now, you would.

You remain still when he brings himself closer to you. "Let's go home, Y/N." he tells you sternly, the look in his eyes telling you that he wasn't going to say it again.

You take a deep breath, humming softly to yourself. You were rocking back and forth with a hand rubbing your growing belly. You felt indifferent now knowing the gender of your child. You thought of the future of you and your child - how you would be cuddling her to sleep every night, breast feeding her until she was full, bathing her. Now, you were doing this to a baby boy.

In the past you wouldn't dare be disappointed in the gender of your child. However, the past you once thought you would be married first, have a dog or a cat before allowing a child into the picture. Obviously, that was not the case in your situation. You now pondered on how your child would look, if he'd look like you or the man from your past or take your features. 

Nonetheless, you couldn't dwell on the gender any longer. You will soon have a child to raise, far from the drama that came with the Jeon empire. You would be the sole influenced - along Byeol and Soobin - to this child, needing to have him be the man you wished you encoutered from his father. 

"I like the name Dal." Soobin stands in your door frame. He leans against it as he eyes you. 

"I chose Jin-Seon." you murmur to the man.

He raises a brow. "You did? When? Why didn't you say anything?" he was excited, possibly more than you now, at the fact there was going to be a baby in the home. 

"A few hours ago. That's the only boy name that stuck...with me." you stop rocking to glance towards the old crib. Soon you'll be putting your son in that crib."What if I'm a terrible mother?"

Soobin gasps at your sudden words, far taken aback by your change in demeanor. He steps inside your room to get closer to you. "Why would you say that? You'll be an amazing mother!" he assures. He kneels down so he can be face to face with you. "What's going on?"

You shake your head. You couldn't tell Soobin of your past and the worries you had to raise your son to not be like his father. Of course, he wouldn't be around you two for Jin-Seon to be a bad influence, but still, they were blood after all. You were afriad you would fail your son like you failed to help your brother.

"I know we haven't been together as friends for long, Y/N...but I know you'll be a great mother. You're already so motherly to Jin-Seon. He is in great hands." Soonbin gives you a smile that makes you want to cry - his kindness was overwhelming. "And if you need any help, Eomma and I are more than willing to. It take's a village to raise a child, Y/N, I'll never allow you to do it alone."

You were unsure how long you were kept into the room - possibly a day or two. It appeared as a guest room, everything neat and organized and not lived in. You hadn't showered yet, either, the blood of the men soaked and dried onto your skin. You were disgusted and horrified with what was bound to happen to you. This man, who you have yet to know the name of, has not returned.

Often, you lay upon the bed that you were given, hoping to sleep away the memories but they never left. You were always left with waking up every few hours in a cold sweat and a yelp, the memories of the shooting, the blood and the cold eyes of your captor.

While you lay awake, your mind drifts to the outside world. It's been days - maybe a week? has anyone tried looking for you? You haven't been to work in so long, has anyone called the police? Has your siblings been notified? The act of being labled as a missing person was what terrified you - you were missing in plain sight, unsure of when you'd see the outside world.

The door jingling makes you freeze in your spot. You lay your head against the pillow and hold your breath, not wanting to make a sound. "How long has she been here?" a voice comes, a voice of an older woman. "She's covered in blood and you left here like this? Is this how I raised you?"

The lights in the room turn on from a switch just outside the door and you hiss lowly, your eyes not seeing brightness for so long. You begin to shiver when the voices and footsteps come closer. "I didn't know what to do, Ajumma." the familiar voice of the man you called Jeon says. "You know how the Hyung's are."

His voice now was different from when you last heard of him - there's no venom laced in it, nor is it deep and threatening. It's normal, light when speaking to the older woman. You feel a hand on your shoulder and your shivering stops. Your eyes glance upwards to see them - Jeon and the older woman, hair dark but a few strands of grey caught their way out. She had wrinkles covering her forehead and low bags covering her eyes. "Let's get you up and bathed." she says.

Your eyes are low when you stand up, stomach rumbling and knees shaking. The woman turns her head to glare at Jeon. "Did you starve the poor girl?" she hisses. "Jeon Jungkook! You're just the same as your father." she looks back to you with softer eyes, "Come with me. We'll get you bathed and fed."

You follow the woman, your mind puzzling together. His name was Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.

Once the older woman took you to a large bathroom, the floor - cold against your bare feet - was marble and clean. So clean you could see your reflection against it. The shower was separate from the large tub and as you turned the water on, you marvelled at how many faucets and power jets of water sprayed out. Soon you were scrubbing your skin roughly with the vanilla scented bodywash to remove the blood stain from it, but nothing felt good enough. You still felt dirty with blood, sweat and even the tears that dried up upon your skin.

You wash your hair with the shampoo that was inside the shower, not caring if the ingredients were good for your hair or not. You didn't have time to care when you were in a foreign home with people you didn't know. You were unsure if the man was allowing you to shower simply because he wanted his payment or because he geniually cared (suddenly) for your appearance and well being.

A knock sounded on the door as soon as you turned off the shower. You watch as the door opens and the woman comes in. She smiles at you warmly and lays down a towel, a robe and under garments. "So you can get out of those old clothes. I'll make sure that boy get's you a closet full of clothes."

You nod. "Thank you." your voice was meek and quiet. She leaves the bathroom and you make your way to dry and dress yourself. You knew you couldn't hide inside of here forever, but you wanted to. You were unaware what was going to happen next with the man that was Jungkook. All you did know was that you were left terrified of him and who he was. Him killing the men in cold blood without batting an eyelash - that only told you he was one of the same of these men, just possibly more powerful.

You twist the doorknob once you are done, poking your head out. The hallway was quiet and there was no sign of the older woman. You contemplated if you should remain in the restroom or wander around. This estate was foreign to you, all you did know was that the man, Jungkook, wasn't going to allow you to leave anytime soon.

You decide to get out of the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You tiptoe down the hall, your bare feet cold against the marble floor. You wrap the robe tightly around you, trying to remember the way you came and go back to the dark room. But luck wasn't upon your side and you find yourself utterly confused as to where to go. Every door appeared the same as the next, all dark, modern and closed. You didn't have the guts to open any and see for yourself, afraid of what's behind it.

"Looking for something?"

You yelp, startled at the sudden voice. You stiffen and turn around with wide eyes.

"You must be Y/N." the man steps closer to you. He reminded you of Jungkook, the way he was attractive with a hint of intimidation. His features were symmetrical, jaw line sharp and angular. It was his eyes that attracted you to him - you were unable to look away. They were as if he was calling you towards him without saying a word. "You are as cute as the little one said you were." he coos.

The man reaches you, his hand coming out to stroke your face. "I can tell you are truly innocent as he says. Never been touched by a man. Or woman - I'm a judgment free man." His laugh captivates you. As close as he was to you now, you could see around his eyes the lightest shade of eyeshadow around them. "Tell me, are you looking for Kookie?"

You're stuck, unsure of how to respond. So you nod your head, assuming "Kookie" was "Jungkook" who you previously met. The man grasps your hand and tugs you closer to him. He interlocks your fingers and soon the two of you are walking down the hall together, hand in hand. It was as though your nervousness - even fear - had gone away. THe closeness between the two of you made your nose catch his scent - a bittersweet aroma that gave off a spicy yet fruity smell; inviting.

"People call me Himeros." the man murmurs to you, his voice in a hushed tone as if it was a secret. You gulp and nod, your little knowledge of greek mythology, you were certain he was the living embodiment of Himeros. "But my family calls me Jimin, and since you're with Kookie, you can call me Jimin, too."

You listen to him talk about random things, remaining in a comfortable silence as he guides you down another hall and soon you're in a large sitting room, surrounded by men in dark suits. 6 men stood out to you - one being Jungkook - their suits were white in contrast to the dark ones surrounding them. They all sat huddled together in a deep conversation when you arrived. They sat on a deep burgundy leather couch, a medium size glass coffee table in the middle - the colors of the room being a mixture of gold, silver and black. Your eyes trained on the men surrounding them, some staring out the large windows. It was at that moment you noticed they held guns - large rifles and a few others you know not a single idea of.

Your nerves kick in again being surrounded by so many unfamiliar faces - all men at that. Your hands unknowingly squeezes Jimin's and he shakes his head. "It's alright. No one here will hurt you." he assures, noticing your uneasiness. "Kookie." his voice sings songs. It makes the group of men sitting stop and look towards your way, eyes scanning you up and down.

Jungkook's eyes lock with your hand in Jimin's. He leans forward, tongue in cheek.

"Don't be that way." Jimin giggles, unlocking your fingers. "She was lost so I brought her here to you. Hospitality." Jimin gentle places his hands on your shoulders, a smile on his lips as he looks towards Jungkook.

"Is this the girl?" a man asks, his voice deep - the deepest you've heard a man have.

You witness Jungkook nod, standing forward. "Y/N." he says to you, his lip curling upwards slowly.

You remain silent, unsure of what to respond with.

"Does she know your name?" a man chuckles, his laugh high-pitched as if laughing at his own (lame but truthful) joke. You wouldn't know his name if it wasn't said by the older woman. "She looks so...scared. Like a little mouse."

"I would be, as well, if I were in a room full of men in nothing but a robe." another man says, he slouches against the couch with a bored expression. "Why did you bring her here and not his room?"

Jimin scoffs. "I do the right thing and it's still wrong, right, little mouse?" Jimin shakes his head and then looks towards you. You nod slowly, unsure of what else to do. Jimin smiles in return. "Well, Kookie," he turns towards the man. "She's all yours. I have a job to do." Jimin's hand slowly pats your shoulders and then he turns around, strolling down the same hall you came from.

"Come." Jungkook says to you, strolling to you and taking your hand in his. "We'll discuss things later, Hyungs." he calls over his back as he saunters down the hall with you.

"But we weren't done-" the deep voiced man starts, but then groans when he realizes Jungkook has no intentions of turning back.

"Damn kid." another man hisses.

Jungkook and you walk for a few minutes before reaching a room. When he opens the door, you realize it isn't the same room you were held in. He gently tugs you inside and closes the door behind you. The room was fairly large in size - double than the one you had been in. You figured the lights inside the room were motion sensored because it lit upon your arrival. In the middle of the room lay a large bed - possibly king size - with an upholstered headboard. The sheets upon the bed were satin and you noticed the amount of pillows spraw upon them.

The bedroom itself was modern and minimalistic, on each side of the bed sat a nightstand. There were 2 doors opposite to one another that you assumed were closed, you assumed they were closet space. "Do you like the room?" Jungkook's voice sounds. "It's much bigger than the last. Come." Jungkook strolls ahead of you to one of the doors. He opens it wide, your eyes trail inside the large room - quite bigger than you expected.

"This is your closet. He'll have to fill it up eventually." he trails off. Your eyes dart around the room - it was bigger than your sitting room back at your apartment. The mirror facing you was large that had lights surrounding it - also sensored. The room had wall shelves that reached the ceiling and a few in-wall drawers. It was luxurious, you'd amit, but you were afraid to ask why he was doing this for someone he paid to sleep with? "Do you like purses? We could display them on the top shelf."

You nod your head, agreeing with whatever he desired so you wouldn't upset or offend him. He smiles and then motions for you to follow him again. He reaches the next door, it opens and displays a bathroom. The floors were the same marble tile as the last one. What caught your eye was the circular bathtub and the large floor length window that displayed outside the estate - a mixture of flowers and vines. The shower was to the right of the bathtub with several faucets while the double sink and vanity mirror displayed on the left.

"My closet is in here." Jungkook says. "It's smaller than yours but does the job."

A knock was what caught you two by surprise. You turn towards the bedroom door then to Jungkook. You watch as he opens it to peek out, then opens it wider once he realizes who it is. "Ah," he smiles. "Food is here. I forgot I ordered food for us."

You were marvelled at the many trays of food coming into the room, all on rolling tables. The men - this time in chef attire - roll in the tables and display it for you and Jungkook. You questioned why Jungkook ordered much food for the two of you - you noticed many amounts of meats, different side dishes and even - as displaced as it was - a few slices of pizza. The last table to be brought it were the drinks and a large bowl of ice.

"I wasn't sure what you enjoyed eating." Jungkook says with a low chuckle. "So I ordered everything I like."

Soon the two of you are eating. You sat yourself far from him, nibbling on the food slowly. Jungkook wasn't shy in his own home or in front of you. He ate as if not swallowing at all, his eyes wide with pleasure. You ate a few more wings and called it enough. You wiped your mouth with the napkin and remain silent, waiting for the man to be done.

"Are you done eating?" Jungkook asks; he realized you hadn't picked anything up in a few minutes. At your nod and releases his grip on the slice of pizza he was holding - the cheese and pepperoni oozing off of it slowly. "Are you-"

"When are you going to fuck me?" you ponder loudly, possibly coming off rude.

Jungkook is taken aback. He turns his head fully to you and raises both brows.

"I...I would rather you get it over with." you murmur. You feel uncomfrotable against his gaze.

"Get it over with?" Jungkook snickers. "I told you already you aren't going back."

You're trembling now, fear overcoming you. You didn't think he would actually keep you here for his own personal reasons. He was a powerful man - you see that now by the way he had men lining up to cater to him. Not only was he powerful and obviously wealthy, but he was attractive and surprisingly young. He has to have women lining up to even get the chance to sleep with him (with nothing in return) yet he has chosen you - someone who only truly needed him for money. 

"Why would you want to leave? I gave you shelter - better than that run down apartment you were in."

Jungkook's tone and words offended you. You didn't come from money. You weren't raised poor either, however, you were raised to work for what you needed. You afforded a well enough apartment in a decent area. You saved up your money to fully furnish your apartment with what money you did have to make it feel like a home; not only that, but you cared for your brothers addictions (unknowingly) and gave a little cash whenever your siblings were low and in need. You didn't need Jeon Jungkook to insult the way you lived.

You turned away from him, your fists clenching. It wasn't smart to talk back to him, he was a man after all and could easily overpower you if needed be. 

"Would you prefer we slept together before the ceremony?" Jungkook sighs. He scotts closer to you, placing the trays of food back upon the rolling tables. "So it'd be easier for you?"

"What ceremony?" you murmur, your head turning towards him. This wasn't making much sense to you. But, you willing to sell your virginity to any man willing to pay wouldn't make sense to anyone - and you refused to tell your siblings such when the time came.

"Our wedding, silly." Jungkook chuckles. He taps your nose as if you were a silly child. Your eyes widen at the statement and when you realize his laughter died down and his eyes narrowed - he was serious. "I told you this was our home, baby. I gave you a large closet for you to fill."

You gulp. Your head was spinning and your stomach churned. The sensation of your body in this state was nothing but uneasiness, you felt lighthead and ready to faint. You snap your body away from him. "I'm not marrying you." your words were stern - as stern as they could be while you were frightened of the man. "That was not the agreement, Jungkook. I would never agree to sell myself to marriage."

"But you are willing to sell your virginity?" Jungkook snaps. "That makes the situation better?"

"No!" you hiss back at him, voice raising. You felt horrible enough that you were willing to give up something sacred to whatever greasy man was willing. But you didn't wish to put your life or those of your family in more danger due to Hyun-woo. "I just-"

"Watch your fucking mouth, Y/N." Jungkook interrupts you with a grasp of your chin. "I got you out of that situation with those men and I managed to kill their boss that was threatening you. How could you be so selfish?" he spits.

You tear your chin from his grasp and yelp. 

"My men are at your disposal. My wealth and power is yours." Jungkook again grabs you, this time his large hands gripping your cheeks to force you to look at him. "You'll be my wife and a part of Bangtan along with my own brothers, their partners and children. I'm the only one left in the family to be wed and bear an heir."

You feel sick. You couldn't help but cry out at the thought of marrying a man and bearing his child without your consent - he didn't give you much choice. This couldn't be your life now, not with a man like this. A man you didn't know anything about and vice versa. 

"Shh, baby, don't cry." Jungkook pulls you into his chest. You didn't fight him and instead allowed yourself to cry into his chest while he caresses your back. "I know it's overwhelming, but you'll be happy with me. I promise. We can see the world, you and I!" he continues to caress you while promising you every and everything - besides your consent and freedom. "Do you like babies?" Jungkook asks suddenly, his hands stopping the patting on your back. "Maybe we can visit Hyung's home tomorrow. He has the cutest daughter! That should be able to cheer you up!"

You cry harder at the thought. 

"Is this necessary?" you ask Byeol, arms crossed. You stood outside your bedroom, facial mask below your lips. 

"Put your mask on, Y/N!" Soobin yells, his eyes wide with shock. "You can't inhale the paint! It's not good for the baby!"

You do as you're told with a roll of your eyes. You hear Byeol giggle beside you. "To him it is."

You were woken up from your afternoon nap by Soobin. He had shook you awake and insisted you leave the room so he could paint it. You were initially irritated by the sudden act, but Soobin wouldn't bulge. He was now painting the room - the wall in which all of Jin-Seon's belongings sat - determined to paint the white clouds as neat as he could. 

"I just wouldn't want to trouble him." you sigh. "And you. This is your home after all. I wouldn't want to intrude." 

Byeol gently slaps your shoulder. "You could never be an intruder, Y'N. You know this now." she shakes her head, upset at the audacity of you thinking you would ever be considered a burden here. "Soobin is just overjoyed that there's more life in the home. It's always just been the two of us."

And overjoyed Soobin was. After he spent two days painting one wall - a simple set of clouds and mountains in different shades of blue and greys, he was done and added a few finishing touches. He adds Jin-Seon's name onto the wall above the crib given to her by Byeol. He then adds a few shelves, already displaying the ultrasound picture he had framed and gifted you. Next to the ultrasound was a picture he took of you off guard - hand resting on your stomach while you munched along on a piece of cake Byeol had made. It wasn't your favorite picture of yourself, but you enjoyed the act of kindness Soobin showed. 

"I still think it's all too much for something temporary." you told Soobin, but your heart was full at the kind gesture. 

"It's never too much when it comes to Jin-Seon. I want him to feel loved." Soobin smiles at you, his eyes squinting. You feel your heart flutter at him, he was entirely too kind for his own good. "And I want you to feel welcomed here. You don't have to leave as soon as Jin-Seon is born."

You let out a sigh. Your eyes glance away from him and to the wall, trying to avoid his gaze. They were making it hard - Vyeol and Soobin - for you to ever want to leave them. Byeol was utterly kind, always making sure to cook you delicious food. She insisted you needed a strong and healthy baby. She oftened wash the sheets and your clothes, even when you insisted you could do it yourself. 

Soobin was much like his mother, always welcoming. He came home everyday with different types of snacks and treats for you to try. He would give you the company you craved after Byeol rested. He encouraged you - ensuring that you would always be in good hands with them. 

"I won't force the two of you to stay." Soobin tells you, his voice low into a whisper. "But there isn't a time limit. You can stay for as long as you need to. This is your home just as it is ours."

Your throat clenches and your heart is now beating faster. You turn to Soobin and offer a trembling smile. He frowns at you. "Y/N. What's wrong?"

You're crying. You are sure it's the hormones. You looked like a crazy fool crying at Soobin. He must feel horrible with himself and questioning what were the words to set you off. 

"You all are so kind to me." you cry, whipping the pathetic tears from your cheeks. "I don't know where I'd be without your hospitality."

Soobin releases a laugh. He brings you closer to him, in a hug. He rubs the top of your back and shakes his head. "You don't have to cry, Y/N." he ensures. "We'll always be here for you and Jin-Seon. I promise." he says. 

Alright so here's Part 1 to Cruel Intentions. This would be a multipart series, I hope going between present to past isn't too much to understand.

Next | Masterlist | Part 3

PRACTICE

PRACTICE | jjk

pairing: dom!jungkook x reader

genre: smut; fluff

word count: 4.9k

summary: you make jungkook proud by practicing what he taught you.

warnings: jungkook smiling and being all dominant!!!, also manly as fuck, use of his korean name cuz it's hot, masturbation, reader is horny and just a girl!!, biker mask (gasp), edging, orgasm denial, oral sex (f. receiving), dom/sub dynamics, squirting, desperation, porn, use of a sex toy, brief nipple play, spanking, bratty behavior <3, degradation, praise, the beauty of cumming together, mentions of sex, aftercare

note: it's entirely jungkook's fault that i wrote this bc he made me h word. i hope you enjoy the very first of the many smutty one shots i'm planning to write!! i had the time of my life writing this, imagining 3D!jungkook cuz he's just so delicious there. my weakness. fuck my life!! pls let me know what you think <3 like and comment (reblogs r very useful but i won't pressure u angel). love you!!

side note: i rly fucking miss jungkook. that's all. byebye

Stars fill your vision as your hand works wonders between the softness of your legs. You are fucked. Oh so deliciously, majestically and colossally fucked. And you whimper once the wave of that pleasure you burn for unfolds within your body. Arch your back. Roll your hips. Huff and puff until you near your breaking point. Then you lift your hand. 

The surge ebbs away and you sink your teeth into your puffy bottom lip, desperation scorching each and every perimeter of your skin.

You enjoy this. The smug on your face couldn’t be wiped off even if you tried. You've been going at this for a dozen of minutes, sitting on your dark green couch with your legs spread, one hand rubbing circles on your needy bundle of nerves, the other gripping your phone with all its might, how it hasn’t cramped yet is beyond you, as it plays a dirty porn that does very little to quench your thirst. Your closest friend for the time being, have been ‘for the time being’ for much longer than you care to admit, a small pink vibrator Pinkie, keeps you company beside you while you swallow every grunt and whimper the couple in the video makes. It's turned off, however. Resting in the shadow of the threatening calamite that your shaking thighs are. You can't edge yourself with it when you're this fucked, so deeply lost in the rosy maze of lust. You would have to keep the head on your clit for merely a second, otherwise you'd be coming, and you'd be coming fast but not very hard. And where’s the fun in that? It still keeps you thirsty, your insides begging you again and again for another hit of dopamine, for just one drop of cum. Well, your pussy mainly.

It’s a persistent problem for you. You get horny, you touch yourself and you come under two minutes or less. The hit so small in quantity, so weak in quality that you inescapably need more than one round to be satisfied. The situation is even more problematic when you get down to it with your boyfriend. It doesn’t matter much when you’re on the receiving end; you enjoy yourself, you look forward to his dick splitting you open, so it just cuts time. Although it does matter when he fucks you like the man he is. You clamp down on him, and he comes as fast as you do. You can’t help it. You’re so enamored with him, with his masculinity and his dominance, it burns your body alive. Who are you to tell your body no? It’s impossible. He’s impossible, and absolutely irresistible. Though you wish you could get lost in the pleasure, and you truly do each time you have sex, and it gets unfairly swept away from you. You’re just a thirsty girl. This unjust treatment pisses you off.

You opened up to your boyfriend about this and he laughed in your face, stroking your cheek. Told you it’s what he loves about you and you just rolled your eyes, dismissing it. Then he took your hand and sat you down again, offering you a solution that changed your life. For the worst at first, for the better the more you did it.

He suggested you try edging yourself when you play with your pussy. He showed you the ropes the first time, guiding you through a long process of denied orgasms, and you wanted to strangle him. You had to lift your hand when he said so, otherwise you were getting spanked. The joke was on him because you enjoyed the harsh sting, the roughness of his palm on your skin. But then it was him who was laughing when he pinned your arms above your head and confiscated your pleasure. You squirmed. Whined. Waited. Then he fingered you and you came so hard you saw stars, the orgasm just kept going and going. You were satisfied after one round. Problem fixed.

“Practice it until your body learns,” he had told you and you almost came again.

What a man.

The memory of this teaching lesson is what got you thirsty right now, actually. 

You pay attention to the way the guy in the video squishes the tits of the lucky girl in the video and fucks them with his cock. You moan, lowering your fingers to your clit again and starting a series of slow circles. Your fingers are slippery from your leaking essence and the sweat on your folds from your marvelous torment, and it turns you on even more. You feel your orgasm coming, despite your pace, and you eat your fist in exasperation. Should you say fuck it and finally make yourself come? You hear the order uttered by your boyfriend in the back of your head, remember how long he told you to edge for that one time, and you want to make him proud (you do!), but then the girl licks at the slit of his cock and you clench around nothing. You want that so bad and you groan, anger and desperation creating something so sinful, so unhinged inside of you.

Resuming your movement on your bud, you pick up the pace because fuck it, you can’t take it anymore. The pressure, the anticipation of chasing after what you desire is so sweet and it fills you with energy and giddiness. Fuck jogging, now you're sprinting, clenching your muscles, nearing closer and closer to the finish line. You lift your knees, riding your hand, moans spilling from your mouth. You'd come right on the spot if it wasn't for the ding of a sudden text message snapping you out of your daze.

Your heart thuds in your chest. Fuck, did you not turn on 'do not disturb'?

koo: I'm here

You stare at the notification in disbelief. Beneath it, the guy is fucking the girl's throat. You screech, burying your face in your hands. What is your boyfriend doing here so early? You aren't supposed to see each other until later tonight, or are you forgetting something? Your mind is spinning, another denied orgasm taking a toll on you. Sighing, you slip your legs into your panties and your plush pajama pants, your feet finding their comfort in your fluffy slippers. Since he's here, he's gonna make himself extremely useful, you decide, putting on your warm bathrobe with Mickey Mouse on it and grabbing your keys.

As you descend the stairs from your apartment, the sticky wetness between your legs makes you uncomfortable. Your eyebrows furrow in anger. Does a girl really have to suffer in order to reach a mind-blowing orgasm these days? You scoff to yourself, sinking your key into the lock of the door to the main building. The key doesn't budge, though, and it almost makes you punch that fucking door. The lock has been sporadically working and not working for months, hence why the door needs to stay locked properly at all times, and nobody has so far taken the time to call someone to repair it. You kick the door with your knee and you hear a laugh behind it. You recognize it belongs to your boyfriend and you smile to yourself, finding the sweet sound stupidly cute. Your hand reaches for the key again and you turn it. To your surprise, the lock doesn't fuck around and actually lets you see your boyfriend.

Jeongguk is standing beside his motorcycle, black helmet under his armpit. Your eyes widen when they discover his face is hidden under a biker mask of the same color. You haven’t seen him with his bike in quite some while. He prefers to drive you around in his car lately. It’s winter after all. He keeps you warm, sneaks his fingers between your legs, rubs your pussy through your jeans to tease you because he likes it when you’re needy for the rest of the evening. Oh, and you eat there so icicles don’t hang from your hands. Food, that is. You get it.

It’s a wonderful surprise, nonetheless. Only his orbs and eyebrows are visible, his pouty mouth creates shapes on the mask that almost causes you to see stars again. Yeah, you think you could come like this, staring at his tall figure dressed in a puffer jacket and gray baggy jeans laying dangerously low on his hips. Even though you know how big his dick is, the size of them makes him appear even bigger and you salivate. Your pussy drools, too. You're about to get on your knees right now, you don't care.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to fix that fucking lock myself," Jeongguk remarks.

Oh, fuck. He's so manly.

Just one suck. Fuck, please. Just one.

You're going to scrape your fucking knees on the ground for everyone to see, you genuinely don't care. He deserves it for looking like that, for acting like such a man.

Your clit gains a heartbeat (again) and you blink up at him, desperation once again unfurling its flames under your skin. You smile behind the pain, finding the whole situation completely ridiculous now.

"I'd be grateful," you purr and Jeongguk walks towards you, smiling like the little shit he is, helmet still under his armpit. You lift the hem of his mask to reveal his delicious lips, piercing-less. You kiss him, moonstruck. "I'm tired of this shitty lock."

Jeongguk nods. "Noted." Then he kisses you again. "It was funny how you kicked it."

You laugh. He takes off the mask entirely and you both walk up the stairs to your apartment, though a pang of disappointment hangs onto your heart. You wish he kept the mask on. It was nonsensically hot to you. A lightbulb flares to life in your mind abruptly and you hide your smirk beneath the curtain of your hair.

Yeah, you’re going to make him wear it as you suck him dry.

Your giddiness extends to another level and you hurriedly walk up the rest of the stairs to your apartment, your butt jiggling under your thick robe.

Jeongguk walks in like he owns the place. He sets his helmet on the kitchen island and his mask right beside it. You watch as he empties out his pockets. Wallet, phone, keys, a pack of cigarettes and a purple lighter. Leaning over, he hangs his winter jacket on one of the barstools. His back muscles ripple under his oversized black T-shirt with each movement of his arms. What steals your attention, however, is the sliver of skin that he unwittingly lets you see as he fixes his jeans to rest a little higher on his hips. 

White Calvins. 

Oh, yes. 

The dip of his spine on his lower back.

You lick your lips.

The smallness of his waist that grows into such a vulgar broadness of his shoulders. 

Fuck, you do everything you can to not bite onto your finger; instead you opt to hide your drool beneath your hand as you continue to wait behind him, tracing your lower lip with the acrylic nail on your thumb, diabolical with your stand and your plan. Crossed arms, needy pussy and all.

What a man.

What a fucking man.

You squeeze your thighs together.

When he turns away from the kitchen, you leap to the counter. You snatch the mask and gaze at it lovingly. Such an innocent thing, and it made you this hot and bothered. You shake your head at the bizarreness of it all, but your smile remains.

"What the fuck were you doing here?"

You gasp at the sternness in his tone, hiding the mask under your armpit similarly like he did with his helmet downstairs. You don't understand where his abrupt austerity stems from, but it makes your legs wobbly, so much that you bump into him as you hurry to see what he sees, grabbing his arm as if to say sorry. And then your heart drops.

A round wet spot adorns your dark green couch, where you sat and pleasured yourself before he came. Your best friend Pinkie, sticky and lifeless, almost beams at you in mischief. A smile of your own begins to quiver on your lips before you burst into giggles, a tiny amount of shyness painting your cheeks with rosiness.

“I was practicing?” you answer truthfully, lilting your voice a little bit.

Jeongguk closes his eyes at your words, his lips forming a thin line. Hangs his head. Slouches in your grip. It is a stark contrast to how he entered your apartment. His breath quickens and you watch the raise and the fall of his chest. You realize this means only one thing.

"Are you crazy?" Jeongguk says, eyes still closed. "Do you even realize what you've just done to me?"

He finally looks at you and your heart drops further down your belly. Fire splashes around in his eyes, akin to yours. He straightens his posture, turning his body to face you. Feet spread apart, he crosses his arms across his chest. Veins prominent, muscles like strings oscillating on his forearm as he taps his fingers on his elbow.

Your weakness.

Fuck.

Your breath hitches in your throat.

"And what's this?" He points to what you stole from him. He doesn't take it from you.

You suddenly remember your plan. Being so absorbed in his masculine energy, you forgot everything. Even your own name. 

"Well, I had this idea," you start.

He hums in interest. Butterflies break havoc in your stomach.

"And what idea was that?" He cocks his head to the side, studying you.

You started, but you don't think you can finish. Not when you're so wet that you can feel your slick trickle out of the confines of your thin panties. Not when his stance makes you feel like you did something very bad and the next word that comes out of your mouth decides your punishment. Not when it thrills you this much.

Swallowing dryly, you avert your gaze. Do you say it or do you play dumb? Sweat prickles at the back of your neck, eyes falling to his crotch. Those cursed fucking jeans do a poor job of hiding his growing member and you tremble, itching to sink onto the hardwood floor, itching to palm him through the harsh fabric just to hear him hiss through his teeth. The impulse to do it, to simply be a brat and do what you want while he stares you down, fills your every vein, but you know better. Once you hit a nerve, Jeongguk doesn’t let you cum (at all) and you can’t sit on your bottom for a week. You can’t afford that right now.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You need your relief, and you need it desperately. You will behave if it means you’ll receive it from him.

"I was thinking," you mutter, fluttering your eyelashes open. “You could put this on while I make you feel good."

Nodding once, Jeongguk hums again. You feel the deep vibrations of his voice coursing down your body, starting from your cheeks. They warm them and paint them in pink, then they continue over the swell of your chest, leaving behind little pearls of sweat, until they reach your cunt. There they strengthen the pulse of your needy bud and you can’t take it anymore. You sigh audibly, hoping it prompts your boyfriend to do something. 

“Make me feel good how?” he questions you.

You look up at him. His eyes are lowered into slits, woozy from arousal. You truly did turn him on with the mere evidence of your self-indulgence. You buzz from this achievement, a puckish smirk appearing on your mouth. 

Jeongguk pries the mask away from your hold, keeps it in his grasp and with his other hand, he unravels the knot of your robe with his fingers, sliding it off your shoulders. He cocks his eyebrow at you, waiting for your answer.

Fuck it, you’re giving it your all. Anything to get fucked in the way you want, in the way you know he can give it to you.

“I get on my knees for you. Play with your tip, take you as far as I can until I choke on it, then I suck on your—“

He grabs your chin harshly and raises it to his level. That’s enough, he said with that gesture and you leak down your thighs. No matter how strongly the words, ‘can I finish my fucking sentence’ hangs off the top of your tongue, you remain quiet. Obedient.

He cups your pussy through your pajama pants with his other hand, inching closer to you until his figure swallows you. His soft moan reaches your ear once he discovers how slippery your pussy is against your silky underwear and your stomach flips. You, on the other hand, don’t feel much where you need him due to the thickness of the material. It adds to your frustration quite plenty, though. This what you get for being good? 

Inhaling deeply, he levels his eyesight with yours. “How many times did you come, hm?”

Your breath hitches and you lower your eyes, shyness caused from his dominance taking every bit of confidence you had left. His words blaze your insides—he knows you so well. He knows how obsessed you’ve become with playing with yourself ever since he told you to practice. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. The latter being more frequent, hence why you exerted yourself today. He knows this. For some reason it makes this moment even more intimate and stimulating for you. But you don’t let him know that. 

“What makes you think I lost this time?” you retort, the brattiness slipping through before you could control it.

His fingers aren’t doing nearly enough to give you the relief you seek and you whine, grinding your hips against his curious fingers. Much to your dismay, he still keeps his pressure light. Pretends to be blind to your desperation. You let out a huff of air, hooking your thumbs beneath the waistband of your pants, anger fueling you on.

You barely manage to pull it down before Jeongguk turns you around. He locks your arms in his grasp from behind, tugs the pants beneath the swell of your ass and smacks your cheek, leaving a rippling effect in its wake. He then grabs your face from behind to make you look at him. 

“Did I fucking ask you to take ‘em off?”

You’d come on the spot if you could. But you’re still angry.

“No, I asked you a simple question,” Jeongguk continues. “And I expect you to answer.”

You bite your lip and furrow your eyebrows. “Jeongguk, I’m so wet there’s a fucking puddle in my panties. I can’t take it anymore. Please, I need to come.”

Jeongguk raises his at your answer and hums lowly, grinding his hips into your ass and arching your back even further in this position. You moan distinctly at the feeling of his member, engorged and hard. 

Jeongguk lets go of your arms and presses you against him fully, lowering his hand to wrap his fingers around your throat, the other around your middle. You love it like this the most, cocooned in his embrace from behind—you can’t see him, but you can feel him, you can feel the firmness of his touch, the solidness of his body, and you know he’s there. 

“How many times?” he asks once again, more gently this time, lips tracing the shape of your ear. He rubs your belly to soothe you and you close your eyes, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. A smile, a mischievous one, much like the one your best friend Pinkie had, threatens to appear on your lips. He has turned into a soft dom for you and it makes you weak. So much that all you want to do right now is give him pleasure.

You begin to rotate your hips against him and he hisses, cursing under his breath. Yes, that’s precisely what you wanted to hear. You put more pressure into your movement and he slides your hand down your mound to stop you, his tongue coming to play with your ear.  Fuck, okay. You listen, transferring your teasing elsewhere.

“Zero,” you finally answer, figuring he deserves the reward.

Jeongguk grabs your shoulders and turns you around, pinching his eyebrows together. “Don’t believe you. There’s no fucking way you’d leave it wet like that without coming at least three—“

“I was about to come before you so rudely interrupted me.”

His eyes darken and you realize you fucked up.

He takes his hands off of you and starts walking, causing you to walk backwards to your couch. 

“My apologies.” He pushes you to sit down on the soiled spot, taking a seat right in front of you on the coffee table. “Don’t let me interrupt you any further. Please“—He hooks his fingers under your pajama pants along with your underwear and takes it off in one go—“continue. Make yourself come.”

You gulp. Fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing you ever heard.

He scoots closer to you on the coffee table and extends your legs over his. You ogle him. The manspread, the tent in his pants, the serious look on his face. You slip your hand to your clit and start rubbing, your eyes closing as pleasure floods you. Finally. You moan, and you moan loudly. 

“Nuh-uh.”

You sigh before you open your eyes. There he goes, interrupting you again. A familiar buzzing fills your ears. 

You startle as the highest setting tickles your hand in an uncomfortable way. Jeongguk, wearing the mask now, wraps your hand around the vibrator and guides it to your clit, interlacing his fingers with yours in the process. Fuck, he did not just do that. You’re moaning before it even reaches you, your walls clenching around nothing.

“There you go,” he lifts his intense gaze from your pussy to your eyes. “Now come.”

And you do.

You squirt all over your intertwined hands, squirming uncontrollably while holding eye contact with him until he controls you, sliding his other free hand to your waist to hold you down. He moves the vibrator to your slit to give your puffy clit a break, collecting your juices. Then, another wave comes: Jeongguk slips the head back to your clit and presses down hard before quickly fixing a steady rhythm of going up and down. You’re just holding it, holding his hand. Taking the pleasure he gives you. Convulsing, clenching and screaming, coming so hard your eyes roll back—stars finally coming to stay.

Then, you’re pushing him away when overstimulation perfuses your body with a blunt pain. You close your legs. You thrash with yourself. But he’s stronger. The hand that was on your waist lifts up your bralette and uncovers your tits. The same fingers plunge into your mouth and you suck on them, calming down, earning an appreciative hum from him. He flicks your nipple, touches your breast, the nub deliciously rubbing against his rough palm. Pushes your other one to the mix so he can focus on both of your nipples at once, holds them like that as they bounce in his grip. You lift your pelvis, furiously riding the wave of an upcoming orgasm that will probably take you out.

You lose the sense of time and space when you come for the third time.

You’re gushing, leaking, bursting, both hands—yours and his—dripping wet with your dewiness. You think you’re levitating, but his firm touch grounds you, and when you open your eyes, Jeongguk is breathing hard. He’s watching you thoroughly; you can’t tell what he’s thinking, features still hidden by that mask. Your mind is empty, incapable of forming one coherent thought. You’re completely brainless. Fucked out.

Jeongguk gets on his knees and leans towards you. He tears his mask off, sweat pooling at his hairline.

“How pitiful,” he smiles. “So much for practicing.”

He gives you a filthy kiss full of tongue and you roll your body against his. His chest rubs against your nipples and it sends sparks of electricity through you. 

“You wouldn’t last. Not a chance.”

You groan into his mouth. He’s so close that his musky scent is intoxicating you, his T-shirt is wet and your core is pressed against the one part of his stomach that the cloth exposed. It’s so warm and soul-stirring to you. You whine from the overstimulation of it all, especially the degradation. 

“Jeongguk, I came so hard,” you tell him, coming up for some air.

He kisses your jaw. “I know. So fucking hot.” Takes his groans and presses them in the form of kisses into all the sensitive spots of your neck. “You made yourself come this hard, I’m proud.”

You moan. So moonstruck. So enamored. So satisfied.

Jeongguk lifts his head from the crook of your neck and grins at you. You reciprocate.

“That was so good,” you whisper and bite your lip, stroking his hair back. You find you’ve broken the skin already, but you don’t mind. “So, so good.”

His eyes drop to your mouth, then at the pearls of your pleasure on your chest.

“So filthy. Need to clean you up.”

Your stomach flips. 

He laps them up, collecting them with his tongue. One at the top of your sternum, the middle of your breasts, the long dip on your stomach. Pearl after pearl, butterfly after butterly breaking havoc again in you. You’re swaying your hips before he even gets to your mound.

“Needy again? I haven’t finished here yet.”

A little, but not as desperately as before. You’re enjoying it. Feels as though you’re allowed to. And you tell him.

He smiles. Starts a series of open-mouthed kisses on your inner thigh. Sighs against your skin when you play with his hair, gently scratch his scalp with your manicured nails. Rubs your wet thighs, sucking the skin and biting it. Hard and soft, the blend of it. You’re on cloud nine.

“Gonna reward you,” he announces. You suck in your stomach, biting your lip. He touches your cunt and the digits just glide. Straight to your hole that needs his cum. “For doing such a good job. Fuck, you’re so wet.”

He rubs it in circles, teasing you. Watches your reaction. You throw your head back, moving your hips in tandem with the pads of his fingers. Soaked enough, he slips them into your mouth so you can taste yourself. You mewl. Sense his hot breath on your pussy. Sense him shifting in his spot erratically and you figure he’s grinding his hard cock against the couch. 

“My turn now.” 

He closes his puffy lips around your clit. Swirls the tip of his tongue around it. Merry go round, you throw your head back, enjoying the sensation. Then he puts pressure around the muscle and goes counterclockwise. Now you’re spinning, unable to stop the sounds, inter-threaded with his name, from slipping out of your mouth. Then he decides to tease you. Widens his laps of circles. Reaches your folds, makes them wetter. And it makes you feral, the waiting for the pleasure. You grip his hair, grinding into his face. His moans reach your ears again, and suddenly it’s too much. He sucks on your clit, and he sucks hard. Lifts your hips in the air and just ravages your cunt, licking up and swallowing all that you’re offering to him as he fucks his cock into the couch. 

He’s grunting, rapidly shaking his head from side to side. You’re obscenely loud. His thrusts quicken as do the skilled flicks of his tongue. It’s way too fucking much and you’re screaming, but you let him. You let him until he rams his hips for the last time, until he sucks so hard that your hearing sense leaves you for a moment, and you’re coming. And so is he. 

You don’t even know how long it takes before you fully come down, but you know one thing for sure. That when he stands up and you’re blessed with the sight of his unbuttoned jeans, his cock dripping with last drops of cum through his white (almost see-through) underwear, he deserves to be cleaned up by you just the same. 

You make grabby hands at him when he returns with wet wipes.

“What is it, baby?” He sinks to his knees in front of you, taking out the wipe to clean you properly. 

“Need you in my mouth. Please.” 

He laughs softly and you think that sound will be your demise. 

“You’re exhausted,” he tells you, wiping down your folds. “What you need is sleep.” 

You don’t have the strength to prove him wrong. You’re spent. 

He picks you up in his arms and takes you to your bed. He covers you in your fluffy blanket, knowing full well you hate to be under the duvet when you’re just napping. Tucks you in. Sits beside you. Brushes your hair back. Fixes the blanket so it rests under your chin, and not over your mouth. You watch him with droopy eyes as he does it all.

“Did so well today,” he murmurs. “But no overworking yourself so much next time, arasseo?”

You nod. “We came together again.” 

He traces the dimple on your cheek caused by your contended smile. Finds himself smiling too. “That’s just how our bodies work together,” he tells you, hovering his thumb over your bloodied lip so as to not hurt you. “Can’t be helped.” 

You nod again, warmth swarming in your chest. “I love it,” you admit. “I love you.”

Jeongguk presses a kiss into your hair. “No, I love you.”

“No.”

He shushes you. “Sleep well, baby,” he strokes you. Kisses you. Pets you. Can’t get enough. Hates to leave you. “My baby, my love, my girl.” 

You hum. Sleep slinks you away to its land, smile remaining on your mouth. 

Jeongguk returns to your living room and gets some cleaning supplies ready. Breaks a sweat making your dark green couch spotless. Takes a shower. Settles beside you on the bed. Cocoons you in his arms. Looks for you in dreamland. 

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Jeon Jungkook

⚠️ Mentions of Blood, Gore, Dismemberment, Pedos (not Jungkook), and Technically Serial Killer Jungkook...Hot Jungkook ♡

Master Assassin/ Mercenary

POB: Busan, South Korea

DOB: September 1, 1997

Age: 27 (In this story)

Family Relations: Unknown

Marital Status: Unknown

Body Count: Unknown

How dangerous is Jungkook?

If Mr.Kim decides to sic him on you... it's easier if you do yourself in to save you the trouble because there's no nook or cranny in this world that can save you from his favorite bloodthirsty blade.

For Example, A elderly pervert by the name Yang Jun, a well-known wealthy business man in South Korea although his pockets were unlimited, he's manners and morality were poor.

The big company man seems sure of himself as wired stolen money from some pitiful lowbirth thugs who claimed to be the technical Korean Mafia.

Little did he know Jun signed his whole death certificate and sealed it in crimson ink.

No warnings. No Death threats. No Second chances

"-The victim's dismembered parts was found suspended from his penthouse balcony railing alongside photographic evidences of the victim participating in unspeakable actions revolving around child porn-"

The list of victims who died by Jungkook's bloody hands are endless, I fear.

However, Yn will only see him as Kookie, You're big strong loveable bunny boy.

.....or maybe one day you will see the blood that stains his skin.

New! Our Little Wife Chapter coming soon! I'm excited, ain't you?! Tell me in the comments, it helps me write more lol!

Jungkook? Jimin? Jungkook??? I feel so much for Jungkook in this story.

Knife’s Edge | 04

; Mafia!Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

; Genre: Angst, fluff, future smut, future violence

; Word Count: 6.9k

; Synopsis: The Jeon Clan is Family, built on blood and loyalty. It’s been an unspoken fact that one day you will marry the heir to the Clan, Jeon Jungkook. You would be a fool to deny that you love him, but what happens when you meet a blue haired man who offers you a chance at normality?

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Jimin’s arms are warm and solid around you, slimmer than the ones you’ve spent years experiencing, yet just as comforting. That’s the first thing you notice when you wake up this morning, two months after you’d both started dating.

The second is that Jimin smells amazing, even after a night of sex with no shower afterwards. And that’s not even in a ‘completely infatuated’ kind of way, but he just genuinely still smells appealing. Woodsy with a touch of citrus from the cologne he’d evidently dabbed on yesterday, somehow still lingering even after all this time.

Or maybe you were making it up. Maybe you were just so head over heels for him that you didn’t notice the bad things because you didn’t want to notice the bad things.

Like sure, he left the toilet seat up on occasion and he liked to tease you unbelievably…but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. His teasing was sweet, never mean or cruel, and he never teased about anything that might hurt. No, instead it was just light and fun, things that you’d say to him in turn.

It had been two months of pure happiness when you were with him. He made you smile brighter, laugh harder and feel more comfortable in yourself than you ever had. When you were with him, the Clan didn’t exist. The cloying restrictions they placed on you were gone, and you were free to be yourself with him.

He made you happy, and you didn’t think you’d ever be able to repay him for that.

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.Just for me.

Pairing : mafia boss jk × chef reader (f).

Genre : oneshot, mafia au, yandere.

Warnings : mafia Lord jk, he's really rough tho, smut (dub/noncon, facefucking, unprotected sex, degradation, spanking, bruising, slightly public sex, humiliation, light daddy kink), he's kind of obsessed with y/n , graphic descriptions of violence & gore, slapping, unhealthy dynamics,

Description : you stumbled upon something you shouldn't have, and now jungkook needs to make sure you stay silent.

Word count: 3.2k (of pure filth.)

A/N : it's dark for some readers so please do not read if you're not comfortable. But if you like it then please do reblog and share. Thank you. 💗

A/n 2: it took me so long to publish it. Lmfao. But please enjoy and let me know if you liked it. Xoxo💗

When you decided to work here, in Jeon Mansion as a chef and you were told to follow a lot of multiple rules and regulations.

Most of them were the basic rules according to you, you were a hardworking woman and that's why whatever you did, you did by heart.

One of the most important rules for all the staff was to not enter the basement of the mansion. This rule was set way past before you joined here. You've never seen the basement, only saw a few people go down.

The mansion was glorious by all means, decorated just like you've heard in the old tales but with the twist of modern taste. The mansion had two large floors, at the roof top there was small setting similar to an expensive restaurant. The first floor consisted a number of large rooms and a gym. And lastly the ground floor, where you were assigned to spent you working hourshours. It had a beautiful, spacious kitchen, dinning hall, gaming room and a drawing room. It felt good to work there.

It was past 12 AM, you just wrapped up, logged your shift and cleaning the mess you and your coworkers created while preparing for a small get together party, which your boss had hosted.

Wiping your hands off with a wipe placed inside of your apron, you head towards the bathroom, down the back and to the right. The blocked off stairs are just next to the door, your hips practically bumping the sign as you head towards the door.

A faint, distant scream jolts you out of your movements.

You pause, hand frozen above the door handle, chest heaving with your breaths that grow in intensity. You go still, listening for another sound.

All you hear is faint yelling, yelping and shuffles, all coming from the exact same place.

The stairs stare back at you with a vengeance, begging you to step over the locked chains.

It's only when the noises cease that you find yourself complying.

You manage to get over the chains, gown riding up as you slide your legs over, trying your best not to trip on the narrow stairs. You keep quiet, practically tiptoeing down each stair.

You can feel your heart racing, beating, like it's about to pounce out of your chest, an overwhelming sense of dread flooding your senses and drowning you in it.

As you head pass the top of the railing you see a very weird and scary surrounding, there was a door in front of you and when you turned the nob to open it, you see a hall of glass walls. the inside of it bar-like and art deco in design, red neon colored lighting illuminating the dark space. The doors are triangular in shape, coming together with a white tile as the top.

You're attention quickly wavers as you heard another loud growling and whimpering sound. It was rasped, a male voice. You walked in more and the voice only grew louder and clearer until you see.

7 men, standing close to a figure, all dressed in suits too fancy for a diner, bending over the frame like they're inspecting it. You're frozen, desperately trying to figure out what's below them, but one of them moves-

It's a man. A man you saw earlier in the evening. The man who barely eaten anything. The man who just sat at the dining table.

He's lying down on the floor, crimson blood staining the white of his button down. You can see his face is battered, beaten to a pulp, one of his eyes swollen over from the beating. There's a hole in his side where the blood is pouring from, and he's clutching it, gasping for air with a desperation you've never seen before.

The man above him has a gun, small enough to be concealed but large enough for you to notice- and he's clicking with it like a taunt. The man below him is fading, slowly losing himself, hand shaking above his fatal wound.

Tears are streaming down your cheeks. You don't even notice them, too locked in on the sight before you, the feeling of them dampening your hand as it covers your mouth the only real inkling of your physical reality you can hold onto. You're breaking out of your frozen state, turning to race up the stairs, but your own frenziedness breaks you.

Before you can even yelp, you trip, walking backwards and colliding with the hard door. The noise you make is loud enough for anyone to hear, and you cry at the realization- eyes wide like saucers.

They're staring at you. All seven of them. Eyes deadlocked on your shaking form.

One of them is... familiar.

You don't get the chance to react, before one of them is heading towards the door. You grab onto yourself, hoisting yourself up the stairs with desperate cries of fear, tears still falling down your red cheeks, you quickly tried to jump over the railing and run for your dear life but....but he grabs you. His tattooed hand have you by the ankle, pulling you down the stairs and pinning you against them.

"Please," You cry, broken sobs ringing through your chest, "I won't tell anyone, I swear. Please don't kill me, please, please."

His hand gravitates towards your throat, turning you around to face him with your back facing the stairs. He lands a slap to your face, piercing your skin in pain as your head retaliates with the force.

You whimper as he grabs you by the cheeks, squeezing them while he pulls you to look at him.

It's him.

It's him.

Jeon Jungkook - your owner, your boss, the man who hired you, the man who pays you. The man who was nothing but sweet and kind to you from the beginning, the man who always tried lifting your mood while you cooked for him, the same man who gave you extra money as a bonus whenever he felt that you've exhausted yourself way too much.

" I fucking told you not come here down. " He growled angrily squeezing your cheeks toughly. " Can't you listen this one thing huh? "

You sob, mumbling a multiple apologies. You don't even know why are you shaking your head. You gasp and breath, all together was getting difficult.

You hear shuffling sound and with one look you saw two of those men were dragging away the

Body to another room.

" Make sure she stay silent, jeon. We don't want any trouble from your side. " One of them with brown hair and dragon eyes walked towards you and he warned your boss.

" Don't worry hyung, she's a smart girl. She won't say a word to anyone. And if she does, then I'll take the responsibility. " He explained to him with stern eyes. Even though the person who warned Jungkook looked slight older, but still you could sense who's holding the actual power.

Jungkook turns back to you, he took in your condition, shaking from the fear and tear soaked face, eyes. His grip softens as his facial expressions calmed too.

" Honey- " He cooed, stroking your hair back from your face. He softly held your tiny face, " You have to calm down baby. "

When you're still hyperventilating, still sobbing and pleading, he lands another slap to your face.

"I said fucking calm down."

His voice is surprisingly calm. Deep and raspy, like he's talking from the back of his throat. He strokes the inflamed mark on your abused cheek, watching as your violent sobs turn into sniffles and whimpers.

" I'm not gonna kill you. " Jungkook promises as his doe eyes stared back at you, still wiping your fresh tears from your cheeks. " I just have to make sure you nothing about this right.? "

" I-I won-t. Don't. Prom-is-e. " You Hiccuped, too scared to even form a correct sentence. He tsked at your choice of words. He knew you were a smart girl, but you aren't even looking at him how can he trust you?

" Baby, are you sure? How can i trust you hmm? " He said softly patting your head, like you were a pet to him.

Your eyes widened with fear and you quickly shake your head, " No-No... , you can, I promise you can, please, please, I promise I won't tell anyone- I-I swear, please... " An ugly sob left from your mouth as you tried to make him believe you.

He stares at you, silent, pondering, doe eyes boring into your skin like the sun. They fold back up towards your eyes, but settled.

"I know you're not gonna say anything," Relief washes over you. "'Cause I'm gonna make real fucking sure you don't say a goddamn thing."

Fuck. Fuck. Your heart is going so fast you think you might faint, cries escaping your lips once again, fearful of what weapons he has in his mind and in his pockets. You subconsciously started dragging your body backwards. But he quickly notices and this time he didn't gave you a option and carried you like a sack on his shoulders. He walked out of the basement and took you to his room on the first floor.

He threw you on his bed, you scurried back like a scared cat. He stood there, starring at you, his thoughts conflicting whether he should do something or not. But he knew no matter what he did, he fucked up. He can't no longer hide his true self from you, and your too scared from him.

You held your down on your knees as you sobbed and mumbled sorry over and over again. It was making him frustrated even more. That's why he never wanted you to see the real him, you were too pure for that. But you chose this upon yourself, he can't help now. Can he??

" You know, we could have done a lot better. I had different plans for you. But you... " He sighed as palmed his face. You could see his brows furrowed like he was regretting this.

" You just had to go down there and witness all of that. You should have listened to me honey, just like every one does. " He sighs as he walked towards your side. " Don't move, be a good girl now. " He warned as he noticed you were ready to move back.

Just like a good girl you were, you listened. " Come here. " He said and you crawled towards him. He leans down, pushing more hair away from your forehead, lips pressing against the skin there: "Be good, and nothing bad has to happen. Okay? "

You nod, lips tightly pressed close, a whimper left from your throat as you see him Unbuckling his belt. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly and the taking the black shirt off. He leaned down pressed his lips on your trembling ones.

"Good girl."

Jungkook's hands reach down beneath his trousers, pulling out his cock, already half hard. He gives it a few strokes until it's at full mass, continuing to stroke the top of your head with his free hand.

"Open wide."

With a shaking mouth, you comply. He growls with the first slide of his cock in your wet mouth, letting out a holy curse to whatever higher power there is. He's practically too big to fit inside, your jaw crying with pain at the sudden stretch.

"Suck."

You whimper, palms clutching hard against your nails. Your tongue slides around his shaft as you suck on him, his groans and curses echoing in your head.

"That's a good girl," He praises, "Wasn't so hard, now, was it?"

You continued whining despite tasting the saltiness of his precum at the back of your tongue. He threw his head back, feeling the texture of your velvety tongue on his hard cock. God!! He imagines this moment so often, countless dreams of you sucking the life out of him. He just want to relish the moment.

He slowly and carefully holds on to the back of your skull, " this is nice baby... " He furrowed his brows as he guided your head a little faster. " But i think I'm gonna need a little more, you gonna do it for me? " He asked as he collected your scattered hair in a ponytail. You could only blink away the fresh tears forming, unable to do anything but nod.

He started moving his hips, thrusting mildly. But no matter how careful he went you still gagged on his dick, spit flowing over your chin then rolling off to your clothed breast. You were ruining your clothes.

" You're not gonna say anything now, are you??" He grunts as he started thrusting his hips faster, " You'll let me ruin you, right? I know you will not disobey me again. God!!! " His thrusts pick up pace, his heavy balls quickly slapping against your chin with each movement. You cry out with each thrust, gagging and spitting around his head- but it just makes him harder.

But to your surprise , he pulls backback, slipping his cock out of your mouth.

Jungkook grabs onto his shaft, stroking himself with fast pumps, before letting go to rub his cock up and down your face. The wetness of your own spit slathers your skin, your eyes closing instinctually.

He slaps his cock against your face, tsking at the sight. Your mascara ruined, black tears running down your cheeks, spit and cum coating your chin completely. You felt filthy.

"You look like a fuckin' whore honey. " He says, as he wiped the mess he created on your face. Before you could react he tore off your dress making you gasp in fear. He then quickly turned you around on the bed raising your ass up in the air.  He smacked your ass a few times before plunging his thick tattooed fingers inside your pussy making your cry on the bedsheet.

" Fuck.. I have to taste you before I go insane honey. " He mumbles as he crouched down to your already bend form level. His face just a mere inches away your cunt, you felt exposed.....he blew his warm breath on your wet  skin making you shudder with sensitivity.

He licked a long stripe of your essence and you heard him growl. He never knew you could taste this delicious. He could eat you everyday like this, only if you would let him. He was eating and slurping messily making you arc your back and eyes roll to the back of your head. You didn't wanted this, but you can't stop the butterflies you were feeling. The feeling he was giving you was new, no one has ever went down on you. And this feels heaven to you.

" Ahh... Jung- please.. No.. Stop... " You blabbered too lost in the pleasure. Your mind was turning blank, the pleasure was increasing making you loose yourself.

Jungkook ate you a good few minutes then pulled away his face and stood up. He came out of his trousers and stroked his cock a few times before rubbing it on your entrance. His dick was soaking up all your juices. " I've always wanted to fuck you like this honey. Walking in here all pretty, all shy, all polite— kept makin’ me think how good it would feel to ruin that pretty little head of yours. Make you my own little fucktoy— so polite, so willing, so obedient, just fuckin’ made for this, made for me..just me..weren’t you?” 

You whine out a " no-no. " And shaking your head.

"No? " He asked sarcastically, " You're saying that you never wanted this? Never wanted me to ruin you pretty? Because your pussy is saying otherwise honey. " He taunted, you felt shameful because he was right. Your cunt is drowning his cock with your wetness,  It’s humiliating, how your body reacts, how your pussy clenches around nothing, how your slick drips down your leg and onto the bedsheet. It’s fucking humiliating and depraved.

" I think you fucking want this honey, don't lie. It's useless. " Jungkook grunts as he slipped his tip inside your heat making your wides with a gasp following soon. He was huge, so much bigger than you've imagined before. Yes, you did imagined him with you in this position but maybe under some other soft circumstances. Not like this, you never wanted him like this.

You’re gasping, whimpering, whining as his cock slides inside of you, bottoming out within seconds. The stretch burns, his cock thicker than anything you’ve had before, practically tearing you open from the inside. " See baby I fit so well inside you, just I knew I would." He starts to move, too fast as soon as he starts. His balls smack against your ass with each brutal slam, cock hitting your cervix in a way that has you sobbing— mouth wide and agape, unable to control the noises you’re admitting.

That’s it, baby,” Jungkook's grunting, head tilted back in pleasure, “Take this fuckin’ dick, all up in that tight little pussy.” jungkook leans his body and wrapped his hand around neck to arc your back a little more. You gasp as his hold get tighter with each thrust.

You didn’t even fight,” He muses, “Didn’t even fight to keep me out of this dirty cunt. That’s how I know you’re made for this. You already know what you’re good for.”

You gasp, letting out “ah, ah, ah’s” with each rough pound he lands inside your pussy. Your knuckles are turning white from how hard you’re grabbing the bedsheet unable to stop the way your body reacts to the stimulation.

“God, you’re gonna fuckin’ cum, aren’t you?” He groans, smacking your ass, his rings leaving a nasty mark— “I've beaten the shit out of a man- I’m still fuckin’ covered in his blood and sweat, and you’re about to come? Fuck, you’re such a whore, a good little slut for me.”

You don’t know why that builds you up faster. You’re disgusted by how that makes you climb faster, how that makes your cunt clench, how your orgasm starts slicing through you like a knife— it’s intense, how you come. You’re twitching and trembling, he’s barely able to hold you still with both hands, still fucking into you like his life depends on it.

“God, fuck yeah, gonna cum up in that cunt,” Jungkook's grunting, moaning, cock twitching as you clench around it, “Gonna fill that little pussy up so fuckin’ nice, never gonna want another cock. This pussy belongs to me, now, honey, and you’re gonna fuckin’ let me use it whenever I want.”

His pounding gets sloppier, messier— and then he’s yelling. His cum spills deep in your cunt, so much that you can feel it filling you up from the inside. He’s left panting, moaning and gasping, still clutching onto your waist.

Jungkook pulls you up by your neck to sit up, level at height with him, pressing his nose against your neck.

“Mm,” He moans, “Not gonna say a fucking word, are you, honey?”

You shake your head. Still shaking. Still trembling. Still processing.

He slammed his lips on yours and devoured you until he was sure he made you dumb.

“That’s what I thought.” One last peck on your lips and he says “You’re learning fast. We’re gonna have so much fun.”

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tags - @silversparkles11 @sweetwolfcupcake @bri-mal @jiminiseternal @that-funny-alien-28

bts fic recs: part four

heavy smut - pwp, pure filth, one way ticket to hell lmao

romance - fluff, romcom, angst, may contain smut but mainly plot focused

poly/multi - reader x multiple members/ot7, usually contains mxm, basically everyone x everyone bc we love everybody hehe

note: reader/oc is female and uses she/her pronouns

🌹= favorite

heavy smut

New Guy 🌹

fuckboi!knj x org pres!reader (uni!au, e2l??? – TENSIONNN UGH, JOON IS SO HOT OMFG)

Reflection

sub!pjm x dom!reader (warnings: mommy kink, strap-on)

Please

sub!jjk x softdom!reader (mommy kink again hehe, whiny jk, lots of begging)

Kill to kiss you

mafia!jjk x prostitute!reader (mafia!au, warnings: guns, violence, YANDERE JK – the ending is so sick and i love it👀 why am i like this)

Satan on Strip

satan!jjk x reader

Prowl

vampire!jjk x vampire!reader

poly/multi

REC.

client!ksj x escort!reader x cameraman!jjk (softdom!ksj, switch!reader, sub!jjk, warnings: rimming (f receiving) – just really filthy ;))

romance

Love to hate (series) 🌹

CEO!jjk x CEO!reader (ceo!au, slow burn?, the e2l+fuck buddies combo✨ – the pining is honestly killing me and that's exactly why i like it, u already know it's good when it's written by shanna <3)

Puddle of Love (series)

rocker!jjk x artist!reader (f2l, slow burn, really angsty, they're both musicians)

Dead of the night (series)

demon!jjk x doc?reader (jk fell from the sky mc took care of him – im not sure if reader is a nurse or a doc im sorry lol)

Waking up in Vegas

jjk x reader (pwp with feels and it's just cute and funny – got drunk and accidentally got married in vegas)

Falling, falling, gone

campuscrush!kth x reader (uni!au, soccer team captain tae, f2l – they're both idiots and oblivious trope)

Absolute

fuckboi!jjk x tutor!reader (fuckbuddies2lovers – based on 'boyfriend' by ariana)

All the Good Girls Go to Hell 🌹

devil!jjk x reader (mc's parents are too *protective* so she rebels ;))

Nephalem

demon!jjk x angel!reader (established relationship, daughter of gabriel & son of lucifer)

Hotter Than Hell (series) 🌹

fallenlucifer!jjk x reader (e2l – the tensionnn, it's ongoing still waiting for the final chapter!!)

L'amour fou 🌹

serialkiller!jjk x psychiatrist!oc (oc named iris, thriller!au, very yandere jk – VERY WELL WRITTEN IT SHOULD BE PUBLISHED LIKEE, the whole concept is crazy and sick obviously perfect for psychothriller, got goosebumps)

Raven Unit (series)

jjk x reader (political!au, taskforce!au, jjk was assigned to protect the daughter of the president mc)

Ride or Die (ongoing drabble series) 🌹

mafia!jjk x reader ft. knj (mafia!au, exes!au angst – warning: drug usage, toxic relationship, kindaaa yandere-ish? behavior ig)

Broken Codes (ongoing series) 🌹

mafia!jjk x mafia!reader (mafia!au, e2l, one night stand – im a sucker for mafia aus especially when oc is also a baddie)

Flesh and Blood (series)🌹

zombie!jjk x reader (sci-fi, post-apocalyptic, crack lmao bff joon is hilarious – inspired by warm bodies!! i fucking love that movie)

Love Lockdown (ongoing series) 🌹

myg x reader (zombie apocalypse!au, E2L YESSS, my new fav ongoing fic)

Wasteland, baby! 🌹

myg x reader (post-apocalyptic!au, depression – angsty i actually cried i really recommend listening to the song(by hozier with the same title) while reading)

Wanderlust 🌹

writer!myg x reader (angst, fluff, strangers2lover – traveling together with yoongi and it's just very wholesome)

No choice (next to you)

fratboy!myg x reader (college!au, neighbors!au, frat party, fluff, angst bc they're both idiots – i feel like I've sinned enough that day i had to take a break from all that smutty shit💀 this cute romcom is perfect it cleansed my soul)

Shades of Wrong

slytherin!pjm x gryffindor!reader (hogwarts!au, e2l, quidditch – of course jimin is the slytherinest slytherin)

poly/multi

Getting Back into the Swing of Things (series)

ot7 x reader (FLUFF, rich ceo bts, bangtan are boyfriends, mc is joon's ex – they all fell in love yey)

drabbles/imagines/established relationship

in the soop | collection - jjk

again most of them are jungkook fics🙈

Fallin’ into the trap

Pairing: mafia!Stalker!JK x fem!reader

Summary: You unknowingly walk right into your stalkers trap. (I’m so bad with summaries 😭)

released: 18.08.24

Warnings: manipulation, mention of the word “rape” and “rape toy”, oc nearly gets raped. Not proofread!!

Word count: 1,9k+ (1,969)

Note: I tried making him manipulative, but i didn’t so good so excuse me. I’m aware there are many mistakes and grammatical mistakes, I’ll proofread later!

Masterlist

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It is late at night when you suddenly feel very hungry. You grumble as you get up from your bed and walk towards the kitchen, you open the cabinets to find nothing.

You sigh and open the fridge.

Nothing.

You look at the wall in your living room, where the clock is hanging. 2 am. You quickly grab your keys, phone and your wallet.

There is a store that is open 24/7. It’s just a 5 minute walk from your apartment. Usually you go with your car, but it broke down a few days ago and is being repaired at the car repair shop (?).

You pull the hood of your hoodie over your head and start walking towards the store. Once you arrive, you open the door, the bell chimes indicating someone entered the store. You pull the hood down and walk to the aisle which you know too well. You grab a few packs of ramen and something to drink and head to the checkout to pay.

You pay and put the food in a white plastic bag. “Thank you. Good bye.”

You shudder when you feel the cold wind, putting your hood over your head and checking the time—2:10 am—you start to walk.

When you pass the dark alley you don’t think anything of it, but scream when somebody pulls you into the alley. The person quickly covers your mouth to prevent you from screaming.

Your back bumps into the front of the person and you can immediately tell it’s a man. The man tries to lift you up but you keep trashing around and screaming against his hand, but they get muffled.

The man kicks the back of your knees, causing you to fall. You yelp in pain as the hard ground scrapes against your knees.

The man clasps his hand over your mouth again and drags you further into the alley. It is very dark but you can still make out the face of the man.

He harshly pins you against the wall. And that’s when your heart stops beating for a second.

Oh no

There are multiple man….

There’s not only one but fucking three man.

And god knows what they wanna do with you.

Are they’re gonna murder me? Rape me?

No this cannot happen. The other two man are leaning against the wall, opposite of you. And only one man is standing in front of you.

You take one second to look at the man, he doesn’t have anything in his hands, nor do the other two. In his pockets also seems to be nothing in.

Weird.

“Fuck!” The man cries out, crouching down, clutching his dick, “get her! She cannot escape!” He yells as you take off, the other two man immediately run behind you.

You’re breathing heavily, running to gods know where. You’re mine is clogged with so many alarms going off.

“Shit!” They’re close you, but not too close.

You get your phone out, almost dropping it in the process due to your trembling hands.

You go to the contacts and without hesitation call him.

“Baby! What a sup—“

“Jungkook! Save me!”

——————

It had been spring 2020 when he first saw you.

You were looking so beautiful. A simple top with baggy jeans, minimal makeup on your face. Oh and that smile of yours. A true natural beauty.

He felt a weird emotion while looking at you

He didn’t know what it was. All he knew is. He wanted you.

That’s when the stalking and following you around started. He’d follow you around everywhere you went. Everywhere.

He knows everything about you. Absolutely everything.

——————

You suddenly hung up.

Jungkook chuckles, “oh, baby.” He mumbles, “if you only knew….”

He stands up, grabs his phone and makes a call to his man, “Make sure you don’t hurt her. Just scare her a little, yeah?” He instantly hangs up, not waiting for a response.

Jungkook makes his way outside, towards his car. Starting the engine, he starts to hum along to your favorite song.

_________

You breathing starts to pick up on its normal pace. You clutch your hoodie with your hands and breath in and out.

You’re hiding behind a trash can in an (?) other alley.

You didn’t expect to be a victim of sexual harassment after him.

Him as in Jeon Jungkook. The most powerful mafia.

As days go by he grows more obsessed with you. And your hatred towards him also grows each day. How can you be with someone that kills people for a living?

You noticed a man wearing all black was everywhere where you were. You’re not stupid, you knew he was stalking you.

One day you confront him, but to your luck it wasn’t Jungkook. It was just a man working under him. Jungkook instructed him to follow you everywhere. And update him of each and every thing you do.

He even installed some cameras in your home, but you didn’t know that. You didn’t need to know.

The train of thoughts in your head are cut off when you notice someone breathing on your neck from behind you.

Before you can think about your next action, you get grabbed from behind and blindfolded, harshly you’re thrown against the hard wall.

“NO! STOP IT!” your hands are pinned above your head, something hard pressing against your thigh, “Leave me!” You scream, but it is all falling on deaf ears.

“Shut up!” The man slaps you, tears start rolling down your eyes. All of these rapists start laughing, mocking you. The pull the hoodie over your head. Luckily you’re wearing a bra.

Before the man can undo your bra, you hear a loud thud.

The hand on your back is gone. Another thud and a groan. The hand holding your wrists is gone. Another thud.

Suddenly, the blindfold is taken off and you gasp at the sight in front of you.

Jungkook the scariest, most powerful mafia (and also your stalker) standing in front of you. His eyes are holding so much love and concern for you. Taking a look behind him you notice the man on the floor, blood oozing out of their noses and mouths.

You flinch when you feel him wiping away your previous tears. In need of comfort and reassurance, you hug him.

“It’s okay. You’re safe.” He murmurs, kissing the top of your head, “I’m here now.” His grip tightens.

“T-thank you, Jungkook.” You stutter out. Tomorrow you will definitely slap yourself for stuttering and hugging him like that. But you are in need of comfort right now, and if he is the only source where you can get it. Then so be it.

“Come on, let’s go home.” Without thinking much about his words, you nod.

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After yesterday, he did more than just comfort you. He made you food and after you refused to eat it because you weren’t in the mood, he fed you. He run you a nice, warm bath. He laid out clothes for you to wear (his clothes🤭) he massaged you and let you cry out in his embrace.

You appreciate it all but now it’s time to go.

You quietly walk down the stairs but get confused when you see Jungkook’s bodyguards Setting down boxes with different writings on them , in the living room.

Different writings as in… clothes, jewelry, hygiene and so on..

You shrug it off and walk towards Jungkook, who is sitting on the couch. He is engrossed in his laptop, but once he feels your presence, he immediately closes it, putting his attention on you.

“Morning baby. How did you sleep?” He sweetly asks, his eyes sparkling.

You swallow the lump in your throat, “Jungkook I appreciate everything you did for me, but…. I need to go home…”

“Why?” He sighs out and you’re taken aback by his response, “what do you mean why? I have a life, I have a home, I have a job. I can’t stay here forever. I really appreciate everything you did for me, for saving me, for making me food and all that, but like I said, I can’t stay here.”

You narrow your gaze at him when he doesn’t answer, “wrong.” He stands up, “you almost got gang raped. It is dangerous for you out there, baby.” He pulls you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You can live with me. I will take care of you, you will never have to work again, everything you want will be provided by me.”

“What if….. something like that will happen again? What will you do? You can’t even defend yourself, y/n. You don’t even know the basics. You need me, baby.” His nose touches your nose, his lips hovering above yours, “and I need you.” He kisses you, passionately.

He suddenly picks you up, “wait! What ar—“ you gasp, Jungkook shakes his head and places his finger on your lips, silencing you, “shh, just relax. I’m not going to do anything, just wanna show you something.” He softly pecks your lips.

He sets you down, gently holding your hand he nods. He takes you upstairs to his bedroom. Once he opens the door the first thing you notice is a few boxes laying on the floor.

They were in the living room……. no?

“Look,” he points his finger in the direction of the walk- in closet, “here are your clothes.” He turns around, “and there is the bathroom.” He gently says while pointing at a door, “there is also everything you need such as a towel, a bathrobe, a toothbrush and for your menstrual cycle, pads”

“You have everything you need here, including me.” He looks at you, “you won’t even have to lift a finger to get what you want.” He pulls you closer, “No, I don’t want that.” You honestly tell him while trying to take a step back.

Jungkook keeps holding you close, not letting you move a single muscle, “no?” He repeats, “you don’t want that? You don’t wanna live with me?” He tilts his head, clicking his tongue.

Oh

He is mad.

There’s pin drop silence. You’re pretty sure everyone left already, even the maids. It’s just you and him. Alone. In this mansion.

You gasp when he suddenly throws you over his shoulder and (gently) throws you on the bed. He hovers over you and tightly grips your wrist, pinning them above your head, manhandling you like he wants.

“Wh—“ you shut up when he glared at you, “be quiet, don’t say a single thing, got it?” He firmly says

A few tears escape your eyes. You’re so scared. Scared of him.

“You know what disgusting men here are, especially in this part of the city. If I let you go, they’re going to haunt you down and gang rape you, they might even kill you. Do you want that? How are you going to defend yourself, baby? They will not sit still until they have you, so let me take care of you and protect you. They won’t even look at you. Once the country knows you’re my girl they won’t look nor touch you.”

“You won’t have be scared anymore after every night you have to walk home alone at night.” He inches his face closer to yours.

He softly kisses you lips, “unless you want that?” He gets off you, “if you wanna be a rape toy for them, then it’s okay.” He sets your wrist free and pulls you up.

“Go on, go. If you’re so desperate.”

You look back at him with glossy eyes, “n-no.”

“I wanna stay safe. Wanna stay with you.” You hug him and he smirks when he hears those particular words from your mouth.

He engulfs you in his embrace.

“Good girl.”

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death valley (m)| part 12

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: jungkook x reader, jin x reader

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

wordcount: 7k

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes. buckle up. very rough sex, possessive & obsessive behaviors, yandere behaviors, penetrative sex, oral sex, emotional and slight physical abuse, manipulation, fighting. like fighting fighting., guns, shootings, aggressive gun play, spanking, slapping, hair pulling, spitting, leg...grinding?, choking, coersive sex, threats/blackmail, depictions of panic/fear, mourning, mentions of murder, jimin isnt dead so dw, crying, dacryphilia if you squint, so much dirty talk, degradation, praise, pet names, toxic relationships, mentions of torture (not described), one car chase, drug use, jealousy, use of the word “crazy”, dom!jin...yeah, dom!jungkook, jungkook goes hard on you tbh, lots of kissing, rockstar!namjoon is coming yall, reader is a baddie but also needy as fuck

series navi | masterlist | 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 | 

It’s easy to take people you love for granted. Until they’re gone for good. Flashing on the television in front of you was a picture of Jimin, looking just beautiful. His hair slick with sweat. Low cut shirt hanging against his gorgeous body. Leather jacket snug over his shoulders. Unfortunately, the adjacent headline didn’t match.

Sources confirm that Park Jimin is no longer planning to continue with his tour for the time being. Fans can expect full refunds. Meanwhile the stock prices of his label took a big hit as…

Jimin was missing. You had assumed he walked away fine, but if Yoongi was here with you then perhaps…perhaps he killed him.

Your heart clenched at the realization that you may not ever see that bratty smile of his again. His teasing tone, his infuriating attitude. Those dreamy eyes, lush lips. His soft whispers and sweet smiles—you gasped. Desperately searching not for air, but an escape from your reality. 

Shutting your eyes, you thought back to happier times. Moments lost amongst a large crowd— singing at the top of your lungs as Jimin’s fingers amazed you with the way they trailed effortlessly over his guitar. The way he’d catch your eyes at almost every show, sending a wink your way before flipping his sweat-ridden hair back, brows furrowed as he chased a high note. The night ending in your fading screams.

Screams that resembled those that left your parted lips when he would fuck you hard, like he did that one night backstage. When he would choke you, batter you with filthy words as he’d fill you up— always taking you raw. The only way he liked it. Then he’d kiss you softly, adoring every inch of you. Shower you with compliments, you were the most beautiful to him. He really loved you—hadn’t he. Your dream came true and you took it for granted. Guilt surged within you.

You jumped—the television suddenly snapping off. Yoongi paced up behind you, sliding his arms over your shoulders to place a soft kiss on your cheek. “Why are you watching that?” He hummed, peppering your face with love. His actions sweet, but his tone filled with bitterness. Within his hold you melted yet again, unable to forget the way the two of you made love the night before. Only for you to wake up feeling sick to the core in the arms of a monster.

“I can’t watch the news?” You deadpanned. “Oh…I can’t watch the news if JIMIN is on it?” Hissing, Yoongi gripped your throat, forcing your face to turn towards him. His eyes intense, seething. This only fueled your desire to taunt him further. You felt a sudden rush of boldness—how far would he go?

“What did I say about saying that name?” His words seemed to drag reluctantly through gritted teeth before piercing you in the heart. You held his gaze in a silent wrestle for power. Not wavering. Not blinking. Pushing one another to the limit. Curious to see who’d snap first. Finally he loosened his grip. “Sorry”

You shrugged him off, leaving the couch to distract yourself with his impressive assortment of fruits. Coming up behind you, he rested his cheek on your back, palms curling around your hips as he swayed you slightly. Ignoring his actions, you pulled out the kitchen knife, intending on slicing through an orange when he slid his hand over yours.

He twirled the knife with familiar ease, settling a tight grip on the handle. Thin metal sheathing through the rough, bright skin of the fruit, wet sounds of leaking juice as he continued to cut deeper. “Sleep well my love?” Your eyes fixated on the fruit, now halved, as Yoongi turned it over, cutting through it’s flesh once again.

Faintness overcame you, as you felt your consciousness diminishing with the quartered slices of fruit being cut one last time. Driving the edge of the knife into the core, before reaching his final, ideal piece. Your body began to shake—causing Yoongi to glance at you with concern.

“Here” He picked up a slice, pushing against your rigidly clamped teeth, forcing your mouth open to receive the fruit. He observed the way you bit down, the tart flavor exploding in your mouth, tantalizing you to ignore the acidic sour through an overwhelming sweetness.

Gulping it down, your nausea spread as words began to replay in your mind. You know who did it. Don’t fucking lie to yourself. Your breath escaped you as Yoongi pulled the fruit out of your mouth, swooping down to lick the juice off the edges of your parted lips. His tongue gliding its way into your mouth, exchanging a moment of affection.

“Did I scare you my love?” Yoongi whispered, hands trailing up and down your arms. “You know I didn’t mean to, hm?” He took a piece of the fruit, sucking on it nonchalantly before tossing it into the trash. You glanced at the door, wondering if there was any chance at all that you could make a run for it. “If you just follow my one rule, you know I’d never raise my voice at you right princess?” He sighed deeply, eyes flickering down your shirt where he suddenly felt an urge to take you there on the counter.

“Did you kill him?” Yoongi crooned his neck, trying to ensure he heard what you said. You shut your eyes, gripping the knife in front of you for comfort. “Did you kill…J-Jimin?” You ducked, anticipating Yoongi’s rage. To your surprise—he said nothing. Instead he looked at you with mused interest.

“And what if I did? What would you do hm?”

You gave him the nastiest look you could conjure. “Fuck. You.” Immediately, he covered your hand on the knife, yanking your hand up to press the blade against your cheek, letting the flat edge roll over your burning skin.

“Oh I will princess. Every single day.” Sliding the knife away, you hissed as a small cut appeared on your face. Luckily for you, a knock on the door came—or you were almost certain he could have killed you right there.

Namjoon stood timidly at the door. He looked over to you immediately, eyes widening with concern as he noticed the scar on your face.

Yoongi groaned in irritation, “Namjoon will take you to work and I’ll join you shortly” He watched as you begrudgingly followed the man out the door, as it close behind you Namjoon pulled you aside, tracing your cut with his finger.

“I sweat to god if he—“ Namjoon clenched his fist, ready to barge back inside and beat his boss senseless. You latched onto his muscular arm, shaking your head.

“It’s fine. I’m fine” He growled, but obeyed nevertheless. Grabbing your shoulders, he pinned you against the wall, slanting his lips onto yours. “N-not here” You gasped, pushing him away “He’ll kill you”

Namjoon sighed. He knew you were right. Something bitter ticked within him. Yoongi was turning out to be a pain the ass. He wasn’t about to stand by and let you get manipulated by some abusive man. Did you really love Yoongi? Namjoon had been convinced of it at the time, but he was starting to wonder. What happened that made you throw yourself at him the other night? Did you perhaps realize that you wanted someone else?

Someone…like him?

-

Hobi’s thumb slid rapidly against the screen of his new cellphone. Rolling his eyes, he tossed it aside, cursing under his breath. His inbox had been flooded ever since Jimin had gone silent, media eager to know his whereabouts.

He licked his lips, deep in thought as he tried to figure out his next move. Yoongi evidently wasn’t paying any mind to the fact his label was falling apart. He had intended on remaining loyal to Yoongi, even after finding out the truth, but Namjoon had managed to change his mind, showing him what an insane man he really was. Namjoon had pleaded Hobi to overtake the label from him, and in doing so ruin Jimin’s career, and jumpstart his own.

Hobi entertained the eager singer. Knowing that he was far too naive to actually pull through. Taehyung had approached him with a proposition shortly after and here he was, sitting besides the man whom he thought to be an enemy, now an ally. Taehyung’s legs were popped up on the couch, examining a new pack of bullets before sliding them into his revolver.  

“Just drop something to distract them” Taehyung suggested. “Kim Namjoon. He’s decent right? Just drop a song of his”

“I dunno…it might piss Yoongi off too much” Hobi muttered. Taehyung rolled his eyes.

“Exactly. Yoongi’s a fucking mess when he’s angry. It’s perfect. He’ll go insane on Namjoon, get that bitch out of our way too” Hobi frowned, not ideally wanting to hurt the kind intern. Namjoon desperately wanted Jimin kicked out of his contract. But Hobi knew better. Jimin was a cash crop, his die hard fans willing to sell out each of his shows within minutes. Namjoon’s music was good, but not good enough to be worth dropping an artist like Park Jimin.

“Alright, alright fine” Hobi said. He grabbed his laptop, pulling up Namjoon’s demos. Sighing deeply, he uploaded them onto the site. Once he pressed submit he gasped, hits came rolling in by the second. “Oh God”

“What?” Taehyung sat up in concern, watching as Hobi began to laugh hysterically.

“He’s going viral”

-

A catchy drum beat began to pick up—radio buzzing through Namjoon’s black Cadillac. You hummed along, not recognizing the song but feeling familiar with the singer’s voice—wait a minute.

“Namjoon” You tapped his thigh rapidly, turning  the volume of the song up to hear more clearly. “Oh my God Namjoon—it’s your song” Focused on the road, he didn’t process your words as he made a turn into the parking lot. “Namjoon!”

“Hm?” He rolled his tongue in his cheek, looking around for a parking spot.

“Your song is on the fucking radio Joon” The car came to a screeching halt once Namjoon finally registered what he heard. He blinked at the dashboard, changing the stations to ensure that he wasn’t hallucinating. You squealed in excitement, pulling him into a tight hug. “Congratulations!! You finally did it! You’re finally gonna be a rockstar”

Tears welled in his eyes— he couldn’t even believe it. Glancing at you, so excited and proud, he succumbed to emotion. Lips smashing against yours. He had your face heating with want. Through the intentional glide of his lips, pressed tight against your own, he reeled you in, kissing you passionately. You couldn’t bring yourself to back away, until suddenly you felt something flash in front of your closed eyes.

The two of you practically jumped off of one another, but it was too late. Paparazzi hounded the vehicle, having an absolute field day. “Shit” Namjoon snapped, slamming his fist into the steering wheel “Shit. Shit. Shit! I just kissed Park Jimin’s girlfriend didn’t I?” He buried his face into his palms.

You passed a weak smile to the cameras before pulling down the sun visor to block the prying lenses. “Hey—any PR is good PR”

“Not when Yoongi’s gonna fucking blow my brains out” Namjoon whined “Goddamit” He licked his lips. “Well fuck, might as well give them a show” He grabbed the back of your neck pulling you in but not before you pushed him away. He made a face, which you ignored—contemplating the repercussions of your actions. If Yoongi laid a hand on Namjoon, you didn’t know what you would do. There was no way you were about to let that happen.

Carefully, you exited the car, hiding your face with your palm before going to Namjoon’s side and helping him out. You dragged him inside as fast you could. The second you walked in the entire staff, collected in the lobby, erupted in applause. Namjoon blushed.

As the claps died down, one remained—belonging to non other than Hobi himself. You noticed the way he winked at Namjoon, before clearing his throat. “Congrats buddy. You passed Jimin’s comeback sales with your debut already”

You gaped at him. It simply wasn’t possible. They hadn’t promoted Namjoon at all. Namjoon hugged the songwriter tightly, thanking him.

You pursed your lips. Something was off but you had larger issues at the moment. Slipping away you creeped into Yoongi’s office, determined to search through his things before he arrived. You were going to find that goddamn disc. You were going to destroy Death Valley if it was the last thing you did.

Carefully sliding the door shut behind you, you locked yourself in. The hairs on the back of your neck coming to attention as you heard a sinister laugh.

Oh. My. God. You carefully turned, blood running cold.

“Y-you’re alive?”

-

Jungkook arrived at your apartment complex, a sense of familiarity as he went up the elevator. He missed living with you. He had barely been able to sleep the past few days. The inner turmoil consuming him of ever aiming a gun at you.

You were the only person who took him seriously besides Namjoon. Despite all the warnings, you had placed your faith in him. Only for him to turn around and betray you like everyone else. He didn’t want to. He really didn’t. His respect for you was unparalleled. But he fucked up. 

Now, he may as well profit off of the less-than-ideal situation.

Yoongi stood in his doorway, cigarette in his lips. Jungkook scoffed as the gangster snapped for him to follow. Not even bothering with a greeting. Jungkook did not like Yoongi at all. From what he could gather the man was rude, impulsive, and just an all around nasty person.

“Did you do it?” Jungkook shook his head, arms folding over his chest. He had looked everywhere for Jimin after losing track of you. He was almost certain the star was dead.

“He’s gone” Jungkook didn’t exactly lie. But Yoongi heeded the good news regardless. “Where’s my money?” Yoongi clicked his tongue, smirking.

“Not so fast street rat” Jungkook clenched his fist “I need you to do one more thing for me. I’ll double your pay”

“What?” Rolling his eyes, Jungkook watched as Yoongi pulled up an article on his phone. The headline showing a picture of you and Namjoon kissing in a car. Jungkook almost laughed. You little minx. He felt strangely proud of you.

“Kill him”

“Excuse me?” Yoongi groaned, grabbing his gun from his back pocket. Jungkook quickly did the same.

“You know you can’t kill me dumbass. Do as I say. 4 million” Jungkook gulped. It was moments like this that had him gaining his infamous title as a rat. Would he really sell out one of his oldest customers, one of his closest friends? But also. 4 million dollars. He could do a lot with that kind of money.

“Fine” Jungkook grumbled, lowering his aim. “I’ll do it. I’ll get rid of Namjoon” 

Yoongi’s phone began to ring, Jungkook’s stomach flipped upon seeing the contact name. Kim Taehyung. Yoongi’s expression was confused, but he answered nevertheless.

“Is this some sick jo—“ Jungkook watched as Yoongi’s eyes darkened. “You bastard I swear to god if you lay a—“ His fists were clenched, knuckles almost white. Who the fuck?

Yoongi threw the phone across the room, prompting Jungkook to duck as the television behind shattered to pieces. He screamed, pounding his fist into the counter. He turned to Jungkook, a look of utter trepidation.

“Jin’s alive” Jungkook’s mouth went dry. No way. He had shot him himself. “And he has Y/n. Shit. Come with me to the label right now, she’s in danger”

-

Jin sighed, clicking off his phone as he turned to you. “Why do you look so afraid?” He teased, knowing full well how petrified you were of him. He had missed it, the way you would quiver and tremble in his presence. He wanted to pin you against the wall, stuff your mouth with your panties and rail his cock into your tight cunt, but that would have to wait.

Taehyung had been explicit in his instructions. He wasn’t to harm you nor anyone else. His mission was arresting Yoongi. Nothing more, nothing less.

But Jin had other plans. Plans Taehyung would never approve of, but he could care less about the sleazy bastard. In the back of Jin’s mind, he knew he would kill Taehyung the most ruthlessly, for getting away with fucking you time and time again. But first he wanted Yoongi. Oh the things he wanted to do to Yoongi. He wanted to pry his teeth out one by one. He wanted you to watch as he did it. Suck his cock while he did it.

Then Jimin. Lucky for him, Taehyung had Jimin tied up and waiting just for him. All the cards were in play.

“How’s paradise with Yoongi been? You believe what I said yet? See how crazy he is hm?” You pursed your lips, only making Jin laugh “Hate being wrong don’t you? It’s okay. Happens. Don’t worry I’m not gonna touch you…yet.” His eyes flashed, “Unless you want me t—“

“I do” You blurted. Jin tilted his head, shocked by your eagerness. “God I want to fuck you.”

He grinned, teeth on display before licking his lips “Well be my guest”

There was no hesitation in your step. Jin would have been suspicious, but was far too distracted by the way his cock stirred as you lowered yourself in front of him. 

Cupping your cheek in his hand, he slapped you lightly. Then again, enjoying the way you would recoil, cheek flushing at the impact. Grabbing a hand full of your hair he pulled you back, straining your neck as he spit onto you.

“Filthy. You’re filthy” He chuckled, reaching down to smack your tits. Your lips were glued shut, taking the hits with ease. He hissed, pulling your head suddenly and stuffing your face between his legs. He rolled his hips into you, muffling your face as you whimpered. His restrained cock pressing against your cheek. Yanking you back again he could see the hate in your eyes. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.” 

He slid his foot between your thighs, pressing his calf against your trembling cunt. He moved his leg up and down, created some much needed friction as you mewled.

“Like that?” Jin chuckled. You whined, twitching as he sped up. He kneed your stomach when you didn’t respond, making you yelp. “I asked you a question”

“Yeah” Your voice was high pitched, desperate as you savored the feeling of his hard leg under you, rubbing yourself all over him. “Fuck. Jin—fuck”

“Oh” Jin snickered “Baby’s wet already?” He bent down, reaching to fondle your breasts. You gasped at his touch. He loved the sounds you would make. He pinched, pulled and smacked at you over your hoodie, all while you began to grind faster on his leg.

“Please Jin…want you really—bad” You gasped. He grabbed your jaw, turning your head painfully upwards. Grabbing his gun from his jacket, he traced the side of your face with the weapon. The cool sheen of the metal sending shivers down your spine.

“This is fully loaded baby” click. He pulled the trigger, your eyes widening “Suck it” You puckered your lips, allowing him to press the tip against them. He’d jut the barrel forward, making you whimper in fear, teasing as though he would pull the trigger.

Pulling the gun out, he licked your saliva from it, humming pleasantly before nudging it back in. Forcing your mouth open, Jin ruthlessly shoved the gun down your throat. Filling you, he held your face, not letting you move away as you began to choke all over it.

“Mmmffphh” You gagged as Jin began pumping the weapon in and out of your throat, throughly amused by how shit scared you looked.

He angled the gun up into the top of your mouth, making you wince in pain. “You look like such a dumb fucking whore right now”

Removing the gun, he released you, allowing you to fall back and catch your breath. You coughed, feeling Jin’s legs wrap around your shoulder, trapping your head into his thick thighs. His fingers combed through your hair, stroking you like a pet. Clenching into a handful, he pulled you up.

“Wanna fuck your mouth” He pressed his nose against yours “Your man’s gonna be here soon. I want you to suck my cock good, otherwise he’ll die” Roughly he dragged you under the desk, not caring as your head hit the edge of the table.

Dizzily you undid his pants, watching his long, slick cock pop out. You met his eyes, licking your lips. You flattened your tongue, allowing him to slide his hot length on. Wrapping your tongue around it like a snake. Rolling it around his girth as you hollowed your cheeks, moving back and forth. The pop when you would loosen your jaw momentarily before doing it all over again. His eyes fluttered, loving the feeling of you rapidly sucking on him.

Jin grinned, hearing the lock of the door jiggle as Yoongi stormed inside. He was absolutely enraged. Behind him Jungkook stood warily.

“Jungkook close the door. I can’t cause a scene here” Yoongi hissed. You could feel Jin’s cock twitch in your mouth as he began to push and pull you on his cock quickly.

“Min Yoongi. We finally get to truly meet each other. I’ve heard so much about you”

Yoongi gritted his teeth. “Where. Is. She.” Jin knew he won’t shoot him. Jin also knew that as long as Yoongi though he had you captive, he wouldn’t actually lay a hand on him.

“Ah well, if you want to see her, you’re gonna have to do as I—”

“Get up” Jungkook said dryly. He understood Jin’s fucked up mind too well. “Yoongi she’s here. He wouldn’t let her out of his sight if he had her” Yoongi’s eyes quivered. He grabbed the edge of the desk, using all his strength to push it aside revealing you, mouth full of cock, eagerly pumping and sucking away like a whore.

Yoongi reacted without thinking, grabbing you and pulling you away from Jin. You stumbled back while Jin got up, quickly tugging up his pants as Yoongi attempted to kick him in the balls. Jin was fast, moving to the side, but Yoongi anticipated him, running and pushing him against the wall. He swung a hard punch into his face.

Unfortunately for him, Jin was a fighter. Jin dodged him with ease, grabbing his wrist and twisting it—switching places him. The two men went at each other while you gathered yourself turning to Jungkook.

Jungkook, noticing that Yoongi was at a severe disadvantage without a gun decided to step in the fight. He yanked Jin off of Yoongi, tossing him aside.

Jin spat blood out onto the floor, grinning widely as he looked back up at Yoongi. “Come and get me kingpin” He stuck out his tongue, reaching for the door and rushing outside. Yoongi scrambled to follow him—Jungkook following behind until you quickly grabbed his sleeve, pulling him back.

“What the hell Y/n?” Jungkook snapped, stopping in his tracks.

A moment of silence passed. It was too late for Jungkook to chase after the two men now. He looked at you expectantly.

“Why were you with Yoongi?” Jungkook swallowed thickly, biting his lip. He could sense you were shaken up. “What were you doing? What did he have you do?”

Jungkook stammered, seeing your growing anger. “Y/n—“ You held your hand up, silencing him.

“Answer the question.”

“I—Yoongi wanted me to…” Jungkook paused, contemplating whether he should come clean or not. He hated being at odds with you. It felt unnatural.

“Kill Jimin?” You finished for him, scoffing at his guilty reaction.  You rolled your eyes “Wow. Wow. They were right about you—you’re just a—“

“Don’t say it”—“Greedy”—“Stop.”—“Little”

Jungkook hissed, pinning you against the wall. “Please don’t. You’re the only one who doesn’t call me that. I thought you respected me. I never did anything to you.” The desperation in his voice was evident.

The two of you panted heavily, faces barely inches away. Jungkook’s eyes exchanged rapidly between your eyes and your lips. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shoot at you” His voice barely above a whisper.

“Really? That’s what you’re gonna say?” You laughed, turning away from him. “You could have killed me Jungkook. What then?”

“Don’t act all innocent Y/n” Jungkook’s face neared yours, eyes intense, burning into you “You would have screwed me over to run away with your little prince charming Yoongi” Jungkook noticed the way you froze at Yoongi’s reference. He searched your eyes. “What? What is it?”

You shook your head “Nothing. Did you do it? Did you kill Jimin?”

Jungkook sighed “No. I couldn’t find—“ You smashed your lips onto his. Hand on his jaw, drawing him into you—losing yourself in the bittersweet taste of his lips. For a moment everything seemed to disappear and you were caught in the eye of a storm, a dizzying hurricane of desire, fueled by the man in front of you.

He kissed you back earnestly, pushing his tongue into your mouth to open you up wider, allowing you to swallow his muffled groans.

Pulling away, Jungkook exhaled shakily, wiping his lips. “Shit Y/n. What happened?”

“Fuck me” You pushed onto your tippy toes, pecking at his jaw as his hands slid up your back. “Please fuck me”

Jungkook wasn’t about to say no. Not when you were asking so sweetly, blinking up at him. He noticed a scar on your cheek, tracing it with the pad of his thumb. “How did this happen?”

You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he stroked your face. “Yoongi” Jungkook’s eyes darkened. “I don’t wanna talk about it. Please Jungkook I need you” You nuzzled his neck, pushing your chest up his as much as you could.

“Shit, come here” Jungkook pat your ass slightly, prompting you to jump up into his arms. Holding you by your thighs he carried you over to the desk, laying you down carefully.

Starting at your stomach, he pushed your hoodie up, leaving a trail of kisses as he climbed over you—your heart, your chest, your shoulders, your neck—pulling the garment off as he hovered over you. “Y/n—fuck” Jungkook gasped. He stroked your jaw “You’re so fucking hot it drives me crazy”

You smirked “I know” Jungkook growled, your confidence making his cock stir as he nibbled your ear, hand sliding down to slip under your shorts. His fingers found your clit, began flicking at it gently.

“Let me hear you” Jungkook urged you as he sucked into your neck, leaving a prominent hickey. His fingers pressing perfectly against you, rubbing tight circles in a way that had your thighs trembling. Arousal coiled deep within you, causing you to sputter up loud gasps of pleasure.

“Mm—mm—Jungkook—“ He loved how your body was so responsive to his light touches. He allowed his other hand to slide behind your head, bringing your lips back to his so he could melt into your kiss again.

You fell apart in moans as Jungkook’s touches became increasingly intentional, working away at your clit faster and faster. Heat shot up into you, breaths shortening as Jungkook swallowed your every moan, every curse. Your tongues intertwining. Getting lost in each others taste.  

His fingers massaged your head slightly, giving you an immense rush of affectionate relief. He touched you with a tenderness that you had lacked. Yoongi’s sweet words had done little to displace his rough treatment of your body. You could tell Jungkook was trying to give you comfort, but you could hardly take any in. Not when all you could think about was the fact the Park Jimin was likely dead. Your Jimin. Gone.

Unknowingly you began to cry. Jungkook noticed this, kissing you deeper. He pulled his hand away, fiddling with his own shorts until you could feel his cock nestled into you clothed folds. Licking away your tears, he pushed the cups of your bra up, allowing his fingers to grapple with the tender nubs. Squeezing them between his knuckles as he fondled them in his palms.

Jungkook’s heart clenched, seeing the hurt in your eyes. He wanted to take the pain away but he knew he couldn’t. He was temporary relief. Nevertheless, he was eager to please you. You had always been good to him. He cared about you. “You’re so beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful baby” He showered your face with kisses, grinding into you slowly, watching you rile up beneath him.

The collective sounds of your moans complemented the creaking of the desk as Jungkook latched onto your breast, licking softly as he watched your fucked out expression. Pushing aside your shorts, he began to ease his thick cock inside you.

“Jungkook—oh God” You tilted your head back as he filled you. Hands ruffling through his hair, gripping onto the strands as he bottomed out, gasping. For a moment he held you close. Eyes shut, feeling so good with the way you were fitting tightly around him.

He slowly pulled out, allowing you to feel the burn as his length pumped in and out of you, hitting you just where you liked it. His face rested against your neck, whispering soft praise as he continued to fuck you.

“Jimin’s dead” You choked out. Jungkook shushed you, pulling your legs around his waist so he could angle into you deeper. He filled you again, the slickness of your walls allowing him to fuck into you seamlessly. His throbbing cock shooting pleasure through your every nerve. “J-Jimin…l-loved me” Your voice was coarse. Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a sudden rush of heat at the whine in your voice.

“Sssshhh I got you baby” You cunt squelched as he impaled you over and over again, taking his time as he lowered himself closer to you, hands sliding to your low back, face pressed into your neck where he continued to leave soft kisses. “Don’t think. You’re so strong”

“W-who killed him—“ Jungkook groaned, seeing how distracted you were. “Not Hobi. Hobi wouldn’t kill Jimin, it’s not good for the label.”

“Y/n” Jungkook slipped out of you, yanking you up. Grabbing your shoulders he tossed you onto your chest, smacking your ass hard as you cried. “Dammit you really are a needy bitch huh. Won’t fucking shut up until I give it to you hard is that it? And here I was trying to be sweet”

“Don’t—“ Smack “I don’t want sweet” You whined. “Jungkook please” He chuckled bitterly, passing one last smack to your tender ass before diving his face into your cunt. 

You squealed, he harshly poked his tongue at your clit before licking down your folds, shoving deep into your core. He lapped at you as you gripped the desk, letting out a loud whine as he continued to smack your thigh.

“Cum” Jungkook groaned into you, making you tremble at the command in his voice “Cum on my tongue” Smack You nodded, biting your lip as you focused on the feeling, letting the fire build within you—and before you knew it you were screaming out his name.

“J-Jungkook. Ohhhh fuck Jungkook-k—shit.” You surged onto him, cunt dripping as your entire body began to shake. Tremors of pleasure pulsing through your veins. You twitched and writhed, holding onto Jungkook’s head as your cunt throbbed, emptying your arousal into the flick of his tongue. He sucked you until you were screaming for him to stop, after which he pounced on you, licking his lips before slamming his cock inside you.

Your body swallowed him in, pussy grasping onto his cock for life as he pistoned into you. He began to whine, muffling himself into the nape of your neck, teeth grazing against your skin as he pounded into you hard.

“Shit shit baby shit” Two hard slaps to your ass had you crying out for him. He yanked your head back, looking into your eyes. “You like that? Like when I fuck you hard hm baby? Taking my big cock? Yeah?” Your eyes rolled back, trying desperately to look at him but too fucked out to even think.

“I love it. I love it fuck…more Jungkook—please” Jungkook chuckled, tongue tracing your lips.

“Needy fucking bitch. So fucking needy hm? How much you gonna take huh? I could fuck you over and over again, pump you full of cum and then what hm? You’re gonna just come back for more aren’t you?” Grabbing your hips, he let you fall forwards as he yanked you back and forth, busting his cock deeper and deeper into you.

“Want your cum Jungkook. W-want it really bad” You sputtered, drooling over the desk as Jungkook continued pulling you back onto him. He cursed, leaning over to cup your breasts. With a tight squeeze he came, groaning out as cum shot up into you, the heated pressure intoxicating. He rest his head against your back, kissing down your spine as he gently massaged the ass he so harshly abused.

“Fucking hell” Jungkook sighed, helping you up. He covered your face in soft kisses, licking away the sweat on your shoulders. You fell limp into his arms, letting him hold you as you buried yourself into his taught chest. Losing yourself in the scent of him. The high faded, even as he stroked your back, kissing the top of your head. The guilt, the pain, the sadness all came flooding back.

You laughed. Almost hysterically you buckled over into him. Jungkook held your shoulders as you cackled loudly.

Time and time again you fell a fool to awful men. Meanwhile the good one’s like the one in your arms now, you dared to doubt. “My God it’s fucking Taehyung. It’s always fucking Taehyung.”

“Taehyung’s alive?”

Nodding, you slid your hand up his chest, resting it on his heart, “Jungkook. If I told you I could bring Death Valley down. Destroy it all, Yoongi and Taehyung along with it…would you help me? Would you swear your loyalty to me?”

“Of course.” Jungkook didn’t even need to think twice—“Of course I would”

—

Back in his car, Namjoon felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Seeing it was Jungkook, he answered right away. “Hey.” Fuck man. Congrats on the album. Where you at, let’s pop some molly and celebrate? Namjoon chuckled “For sure, I’ll be heading home in a bit, gotta run some errands”

He had head over to the warehouse, in which lay a withering, beaten Park Jimin. Torturing the rockstar had been immensely fun for him the past few days. Blindfolded and tied with his arms in the air, Namjoon was able to use him as a punching bag. Hobi wouldn’t let him die. But it was still fun.

Today he was even more excited, knowing he broke Jimin’s records, was seen in public with his girlfriend. All these things had his ego inflating rapidly. Finally he was going to have it all. 

The way Namjoon saw it, he deserved everything that was happening to him. He worked hard. Hustled for his money. Based his music on true emotions, fueled often by you or his situation. He was incredibly exhausted of things not going his way.

The last thing on his list was you. You were clearly into him, considering that you had kissed him in the car. That every time it was you making the first move. He had been an idiot to not catch onto it sooner. 

You were in love with him. All this time it had been you who urged him to follow his dreams, to stay away from the drugs and the fighting. You were his rock. His lucky charm. He only wished he had realized sooner.

Little did Namjoon know that he was being followed. Jungkook was careful as he trailed Namjoon. Once Namjoon left, Jungkook creeped inside the warehouse, careful to look for any other gang members.

He was almost certain Hobi was still there, nevertheless he walked in to see Jimin, head hanging low— limbs exhausted from being suspended in the air. Eyes covered with a dark cloth. It was a sight to behold.

Normally Jungkook would have been thrilled seeing Jimin in such a sorry state, but knowing how heartbroken you had been at the thought of him being dead, he was moreso relieved to find the star on the verge of life. Quickly he ran to him, removing his blindfold and untying his restrains. Jimin slumped over Jungkook’s shoulder, allowing him to carry the unconscious body to his car. Grabbing a bottle of water, he pressed it to his lips.

“Don’t die you fucking asshole” Jungkook muttered. He genuinely didn’t understand why you were so into Jimin. But that wasn’t any of his business. He was making a change. He was not letting you down ever again. Jimin stirred, eyes fluttering open.

Gunshots rang. Jungkook turned to see Hobi shooting at him. “Fuck” He strapped Jimin into the passenger seat, stepping on the gas to whir away from the ricocheting bullets. Hobi hopped onto a motorcycle, chasing after them.

“W-what’s going on?” Jimin groaned, coughing as he clutched his stomach. Muscles throbbing with pain. Jungkook rolled his eyes, ignoring the question to instead peek into his rearview mirror. Hobi had almost caught up to them, shooting towards his taillights. Jungkook lowered the window of his car, eyes oscillating from the road to the mirror before he swiftly swung his hand back, shooting rapidly at the approaching vehicle.

Jimin rubbed his eyes, turning to see the action go down “Okay. Dumbass. Can you fucking drive? Give me the gun” Shrugging, Jungkook handed him the device. He had never actually seen Jimin in action. Part of him was intrigued. Jimin looked into the mirror. “God I look so fucked up—my hair holy sh—“

“Are you serious right now Park?” Jungkook growled, speeding the accelerator. Hobi was at their back wheel. Jimin chuckled, pulling the trigger of the gun.

“Watch and learn rat boy” Licking his lips, Jimin kicked open the car door. Steadily, he aimed the gun. With one bullet, Hobi’s tire punctured, causing him to spin off the road. “Amateurs” He muttered, blowing at the barrel of the gun.

Jungkook’s eyebrows were raised with impressed shock. “Where are you taking me? What the fuck is going on?” Jimin snapped, slamming the door shut.

“I’m taking you to Y/n. I’ll catch you up on everything. Shit is fucking insane”

Jimin sighed. “Is she okay? She didn’t get hurt did she?” Jungkook pursed his lips, glancing at him briefly. Jimin understood from the look alone.

“FUCK. I should’ve been there for her” Jimin groaned. “Get me to her as fast as you can. Please”

—

You sat quietly in the studio, three lines of cocaine down, blunt pressed to your lips. Jungkook had assured you he would do some digging into Hobi to find out what happened to Jimin. Looking up, you smiled weakly as Namjoon entered.

“Hey” He sighed, tilting your face up for a kiss. You moved away. “What?”

“Sorry I just…had I rough day okay” You sighed, taking a hit and allowing the soft smoke to fade out of your lips. “Not in the mood” Namjoon nodded, taking your hand into his.

“You wanna talk about it?” Shaking your head, you leaned against his chest, listening to the steady, sane beat of his heart.

“I’m really happy for you Joon” You mumbled. “I really am it’s just—“ Your voice broke. “Jimin’s missing—I think he’s dead and I—“

Namjoon scowled. How could you be thinking about Jimin on a day like this? Today was his day. You were so happy for him this morning, what the hell had changed?

The door opened. You almost fell of your chair. You were clearly high. There was no fucking way.

“Baby” Jimin exhaled. Jimin had insisted Jungkook take him home to shower first. He did not want to arrive to you looking like a pathetic, malnourished mess. He cleaned up, hair still slightly wet, dressed in a t-shirt and sweats. Comforting, real, Park Jimin. Your eyes filled with tears. Namjoon grabbed your wrist to keep you from falling.

He spread his arms open. You yanked yourself out of Namjoon’s hold, jumping into his arms. You breathed in his scent, wanting to drown in him. Crying you held onto him for dear life as he swung you around, lips glued to yours. Eyes shut, hearts aching with longing.

You cupped his face, staring into his eyes incredulously. Jimin pressed his forehead against yours, smiling fondly as his hands rested lightly at your waist.

“God I missed you so much” He mumbled, pulling you back into another hug. You cried into his chest. Jimin sent Namjoon a kind smile, which was very much not reciprocated. He was too caught up in reuniting with you to notice the way Namjoon’s fists were balled up, ready to punch a wall.

Breaking the embrace, you held his hands “Yoongi—Jin—I—”

“I know baby. Jungkook told me everything. I won’t let either of them touch you okay, you’re safe now” He kissed your cheek “Come on, let’s go home.” Sliding his arm around your shoulder, he led you out of the studio. 

The two of you walked off leaving behind a man wretched. A man who then broke into a fit of screams.

ᐊ——[ previous ] series navi | masterlist | scream in my ask box

a/n: ok yeah that wasnt that good of a cliffhanger sorry. i know yall are prolly like jimin smut??? sis??? next time ok. so much jimin smut ok.

so. thoughts??? namjoon sir are you GOOD???? jungkook yay??? yoongi and jin wtf??? taehyung and hobi!!!???? (if you’re confused about the tae-hobi-joon thing, basically tae and hobi are working together. namjoon thinks hes working with hobi but doesnt know tae is involved. yet) 

let me know your thoughts & theories!!! thanks for reading. you are a sexy human. have a great day!

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street rat (m), ideation, jjk

for the thrill of your touch i will shamefully lust as you tell me we're nothing but trouble

summary: greedy. selfish. hustler. jungkook's notorious reputation as an effective yet untrustworthy street dealer follows him like a shadow through your world. maybe you like that though.

genre: 18+ toxic & intense romance, smut, action, strangers-to-lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers, gang themes

characters: drugdealer jungkook x good girl reader, with cameos from gangster!taehyung, rockstar!namjoon and maybe someone else :)

a/n: i want to write death valley spinoffs so, let me know what you all wanna see with this!!!

ALMOST YOURS 1- jjk

Mafia! Jungkook x nurse! reader AU

Word Count: 4k

genre: mafia, angst, fluff, slight smut in future

warnings: blood, guns, swearing, you know the usually mafia stuff lol

PT 2

A/N: hi this is one of my first fics ever so pls be kind thank you! also this is very old and has been rotting in the drafts lol

ZEMBLANITY: the inevitable discovery of what we would rather not know; the opposite of serendipity.

The cold stare left your face as soon as you entered the cramped and seemingly sad room. It was lightly decorated with flowers on the nightstand and side table, the walls had little encouraging messages, and the area above the bed was decorated with glittering lights at which lit up the dark room in the night when the main lights were to be off.

Your lips tug up into a firm and almost overly enthusiastic smile out of habit, if it were to seem too forced the patients and their family get anxious at your state of uncertainty, so you've made it second nature to show off as much teeth as you can when entering the rooms without going overboard.

Little Sooyoung sat in bed with her mother by her side. You weren't used to this side of the hospital, the confines of the ER station were practically where you lived, but upon your unit being told of a shortage and being asked to send their best nurse up, you were the individual seen as best suited. It was probably true, Wooyoung was a likely candidate, yet his way of cracking quick-witted jokes was more suitable for the fast in and out patients rather than the established ones. Lisa was a possibility, but she was still new and getting used to the downstairs set up that if she were to come up here, she might actually have a mental breakdown trying to process all the information

So here you were in the surgery care unit smiling down at a recovering heart surgery patient, not due to forced habit (though that may have made your smile look brighter), but out of pure happiness seeing this little girl have the brightest smile on her face.

"Hello, I'm Nurse Y/N filling in for Nurse Weein today. I'm just here to check on her vitals." You step closer to the machine giving it a quick look while the mother and her child continue discussing the need for a princess just like Sooyoung, a brave young girl who overcame a rare heart condition.

"Disney should make it and cast you as the star of the show," You grabbed the clip board from the bed posts putting a check mark near the selected time. "Everything is all set, me or another nurse filling in should be back to check up working a few hours. Also, I'd pay good money to that movie, someone should let Disney know."

The smile held onto your face for a moment before slowly fading away as you headed towards the nurse's station. It was almost time for you to clock out, thankfully. You came in today at 11 AM only supposed to stay till 8 PM running the day to afternoon shift with Irene but being sent up here made your end time become 11 PM, and you wanted to pass out that very second.

"Ms. Y/L/N, you don’t look too good, I sure hope you are leaving soon." Dr. Choi stated as he held a clipboard in hand reviewing the charts. His eyes gazed at you for a few seconds taking in your zombie like features; your eyes were decorated with deep bags underneath, your lips were chapping, and your skin just look tired in general.

"Thankfully, I am leaving now Dr.Choi ." You reply letting out the biggest sigh resting your hands against hips," If I stay here any longer, I may pass out."

"Thank you for coming up to help on such short notice. It means a lot." Dr. Choi looks up and gives her a short nod and you return to your desk area to review some more charts.

"No problem! I'm happy to help," You begin to pack your limited items tugging the light jacket onto your fatigued body, "See you guys!"

The rest of the nurse staff only brought their hands up bidding the weakest goodbyes to lucky you who gets to leave in time, while they must work overtime to get everything done.  You would have stayed, of course, if it weren't for the fact that you've been there for way past your scheduled hours, and for the fact that this wasn't your unit. You were used to ER, and it honestly was a shocker that they'd send a college student like you to already be assisting in other lines of work. You were definitely capable of it, obvious reason why they sent you, but it was just strange to see a short time employee already being sent up before long term employees.

Walking outside of the building it was a bit chilly and you tug the thing material closer to your body as you made your familiar 15-minute walk to your apartment complex. It was normal for you to walk this late; it was scary the first few nights but as time progressed you became less scared (the pepper spray and other defense weapons seemed to also help ease your fears too). It has only been calm for you walking home, you would tone out the surrounding noise by placing your air pods in your ears having it play at a low enough volume so you can be aware for all things around you.

The walk home also allowed for you to destress from traumatic work experiences. It was very common in the duration of your excruciatingly long shift for winter break and for the weekends that tragic disasters would be rolled into your unit needing immediate assistance and all hands-on deck. Recently there was a car accident victim, they were pretty roughed up, not enough though to go to other units, and it pained you to see the young teen girl in so much pain. Her parents were sent to the more urgent unit and were treated with such intense care that thinking about the girl's fate scared you, and rightfully so. The next week her father went into a coma dying a few days after and her mother too slipped into one, lasting a bit longer but too passing. It was crushing to have her in the hospital recovering yet still seeming to not be getting better. Those nights you took the long long way home.

Nearing your apartment building strange noises made you pause for a moment pulling your phone out to pause the music. It seemed like heavy breathing from a person leaning against the side of an empty building on the floor letting out fading groggy noises sounding like they were falling out of consciousness.

Before you knew it you were knelt beside the body bringing your slightly cold hands to the face tapping it lightly, "Hey, hey. Are you with me?"

"Yes," they let out a cough, blood pouring out of their mouths onto your grey scrubs leaving stains that you will have to scrub immensely to get out, "I'm here." 

"Okay." You assessed his body looking around at his side which seemed to be pooling out blood and his leg which seemed to also be having the crimson color spill from. "What's your name? I need to call the hospital-"

"No!" He reached up gripping your wrist that reached for his cell phone sat on the floor beside him. "Please no."

His eyes then closed again, and he grunted reaching for it before you could, "Call- call the most recent dial."

"We need to get you to somewhere else at least, you're bleeding a lot and we need to stitch you up," You look around seeing the dead street around tugging your lip into your mouth. "C'mon, I can't support your weight so you're going to need to try."

You wrapped his arm around you trying to lift him to the best of your ability and surprisingly got him pretty far off the ground before he began to aid you in lifting him up. "We are going to go to my apartment, it's down the street right there, okay? I will help you with your wounds."

He made no noise only limped with you to the dimly lit apartment complex. Finally making it there you try to rush as fast as you can to get in and begin helping this stranger to the best of your ability. You had little material, only the first aid/ surgery kits they gave to the interns your freshman year which was stocked with all sorts of gadgets you never got to use.

"Let's go to the table." You pause before it swiping all material that was on it off in a hasty manner before setting the male down softly letting him lay as you searched for the kit. Buzzing erupted on the wood as you returned with the plastic box opening it putting on the gloves inside.

"Taehyung? You asshole why haven't you answered sooner we were-"

"This isn't Taehyung," You yell out as sweat surfaced on your face and your heart rate increased as you started to prep to help this man. What in the hell were you doing? This man was a random individual you found on the street, for all you know he could be a criminal or a gang member, definitely someone you didn't want to have trouble with.

"Who is this? Where Taehyung?" The person on the other side of the phone sounded out of breath and it seemed the car they were in screeched as you hear the familiar tire noise through the speaker.

"Taehyung is with me. I found him bleeding on the side of the street. I was going to call the hospital, but he said not to," You bring more materials out and begin to cut his shirt and strip his pants of. Man, you really thought you'd being doing this in a different way, not in a way that you'd be trying to save a life, "He is very injured, and I am trying my best to help him."

"Where are you, we are coming to get him. We'll figure something out."

"I'm not giving you my address. I will help him right now and have him call you after." And with that you hang up trying to become more focused on the task at hand. It seems the damage wasn't as bad as you thought it was, but certainly if you didn't find him and if he didn't get the correct treatment, he might as well be a goner. His leg was grazed by a bullet, you recognize the perfect cut anywhere- wait a bullet? Your heartbeat quickened once more, you definitely weren't dealing with an everyday person, this was someone you didn't want to mess with, but you choke down your worry assessing the stomach wound. It was a stab; you've seen many knife wounds in the hospital and could recognize the mark of a blade.

"Taehyung," You tap his face again and he lets out a faint response, "I'm going to stitch you up now. You must trust me, this will hurt a hell of a lot, but you seem like a big guy who can take some pain, right? Now please bite down on this." You searched around for something and saw a kitchen towel laying on the floor from when you spilled everything off.

He obeyed placing the material in his mouth biting down softly, "Okay bud here we go."

---

Whipping the sweat off your dripping forehead you peer down at the now sleeping boy stationed on your couch. It was hell trying to drag him there, he was no longer conscious, even if he was, he had absolutely no strength to lift himself up, so you had to do everything on your own. His phone kept ringing, but you left it in the corning leaving it to go to voicemail during the whole procedure which took a hell of a lot longer than you thought it would. You estimated you got home around 11:35 PM and it was now nearing 2 AM. You had lots of trial and errors to go through, but you managed to stitch back together this boy who thrashed around violently as the pain from the disinfectant and the needle, it would probably have taken less time if he stayed still.

You jumped at the sudden vibration of his phone once more bending over to decline an incoming call from 'Seokjin'. You sighed seeing the forty-five missed calls and billions of other text messages from various people saying various things, one you read pertained to how they need to come gets Taehyung immediately but you threw the phone back down before reading the rest.

To say you were exhausted would be an understatement. Your body ached from head-to-toe yearning to collapse on your floral duvet not even bothering to change before doing so. Your eyes were shutting for a few seconds every now and then before shooting open as you attempted to make it in your room before passing out from exhaustion. You plopped down, eyes shutting instantly when feeling the comfort of your mattress.

---

The sound of a gun cocking brought your eyes to open as the sound of birds echoed from outdoors. You blink lightly thinking you possibly heard wrong but when they finally fluttered opened all the way you were met with a barrel directly pointed at your face, "Who are you?"

"What the fuck, dude?!" You back away from the gun back reaching your headboard as you see Taehyung stand before you.

"Who are you and why am I here?" He demanded and your eyes widen his finger getting closer to the trigger.

"Look at your side, I know you feel that bandage and I know you know you for sure did not fix yourself up like that. Put the fucking gun down." Your eyes stay trained on his as waited a few seconds and finally with shaky hands he lowered the weapon and placed it into his pocket.

"What happened?" He touched his side recalling some moments from the night before.

"Found you outside bleeding and brought you here after you said no hospital. I don't know what type of shit you're in, but I am going to make us breakfast and after I need you to call your friends and leave my apartment." You rub your eyes thankful that today is your day off, otherwise trying to get him out while getting to work on time would be your worst nightmare.

"I don't need breakfast, you've done enough. I'll just call my friends-"

"Please stay you're incredibly weak and need something in you. You look like you're about to pass out from standing there." You state while getting out of bed. "I'm going to change quickly then I'll be out. Also, here's a shirt sorry I wrecked yours."

You throw him a spare old shirt your ex left over. He then looks down to your attired, which were bloodied scrubs, that you didn't change out of before sleeping and his lips formed a frown, "I'm sorry for causing you such an inconvenience. I am really thankful you saved me."

"I like helping people. It's fine really, you can get your phone it's somewhere on the floor in the living room in a corner." You shoo the boy out letting yourself slip into some sweatpants and a tank top. Sliding out of your room you spot Taehyung speaking on the phone and he turns around giving you a small smile.

"Can you talk to my hyung for a second?"

You nod reaching to grab the device, "Hello?"

"Hello? Is this the lady who saved Taehyung?" The voice was the exact same from yesterday, Seokjin.

"Yes, I'm she."

"Perfect!" He then shuffled the phone for a moment before a deeper voice came into the other line.

"Hello, I'm Namjoon. Would you care to send your address so we can pick up Taehyung? It would be greatly appreciated, and we wouldn't want to trouble you more."

"I would send my address but I'm afraid of whatever you're apart of and wish to not be associated with it. May we meet at the Starbucks on Third?" You knew they were dangerous and giving your home address to a possible criminal? You were smarter than to do that.

"Ma'am I think it's best if we meet-"

"I said no thank you. We will be leaving there now. See you then." You hung up the Taehyung giving you a subtle smirk. His lips twitched up and he gave you an amused side glance. "What?"

"No one ever talks to Namjoon like that." He shook his head chuckling reaching to grab his phone. "Shall we be on our way?"

"We shall." You reach for the sunglasses on your counter and grab your side back off the sofa holding the door open for the boy. As they walk out, she can only but assume this boy is trying to remember his surrounding definitely taking into account which apartment you were on and counting the floors you walked down on the stairs, four to be exact, and mentally noting every street corner you pass by. He wasn't subtle about it, the way his eyes darted to see whatever sign he could to get a clue to where you lived, it was honestly humorous.

"I do hope you're noting where I live in order to send a thank you gift and not raid my apartment the next day," You turn the corner with him and finally reach the crowded Starbucks on third. It was a five-minute walk from your place but with walking traffic it was hard to do your usual speed walk to the destination making it more of a 10-minute walk.

"How did you-"

"You're not subtle you know? Your eyes were darting around every second or so." You held to door open for the boy waving your hand to direct him inside. He did his signature smug grind placing his hands in his pockets before entering the building with you following behind him.

"Where are you friends?" You look around but with how busy it is, it really could be anyone. Rather than speak Taehyung just walked away and you had to quickly catch up to his advancing figure to the back of the room where it looks to be two men sat in booth waiting for two others to join them: you two.

"Taehyung!" A man stood, the one facing you, and urged for the two new customers to take a seat beside them. Taehyung opted for the seat across from the purple haired guy who called for you two leaving you to sit beside him.

"You must be our mystery girl," He held his hand out in front of you, "I'm Jimin."

"Purple is an interesting color for someone who probably does a lot of crime. Ever think that might get you caught?" You shake his hand lightly before taking a seat. Looking across your eyes lock with a familiar face making your eyes widen in a panic.

Jeon Jungkook, a new nurse shadow at the hospital, was sat right across from you on his day off too looking just as shocked as you. He started a week ago, you haven't been able to speak to the kid with how busy your schedule has been and how busy he has been following Seungkwan around listening to his ever instruction becoming more aware of how things worked.

"My hair is the least of my worried when I am out in the world my dear," he sat back down leading his arm against Taehyung's chair," So what's your name?"

"If I didn't say it over the phone why the hell would I tell you here?" You squinted your eyes and amusingly laughed at his insistent behavior to know your name.

"Touché. Just want to know the name of the girl who saved our dear Taehyungie." He lifted his hand to run his hands through Taehyung's hair shifting it around while Taehyung struggled against his grip.

"You don't need to know my name. It was just an act of kindness. I will be leaving now, make sure he changes his bandages often and puts ointment on it. I slipped his dosage of pain medicine in his pocket when he was passed out so take that when necessary. If you need to call me, don't, first because you don't have my number, second because I would like to stay out of your business. Have a good day." You stand from your table but before you leave Jungkook's hand reaches out to grip your wrist before you go.

"Please take this as a thank you. If you don't, I will somehow still get it to you." He held out a small bag with a purple card attached to it labeled 'for the sassy mouth nursed who we owe a lot to. use it well'.

"I don't need anything really-"

"Take it." Jimin spike now a lot harsher than before. He seemed like a man to get what he wanted when he wanted it, something you didn't allow, and he was a little wound up at the fact that you stopped him from getting yet another thing he desired.

You hesitantly grab the soft material tucking it into your small side bag. You give a soft wave to the three men who watched you exit the building, and you made your normal route to your apartment complex. Walking there you couldn't help but feel as though there was still a figure glooming over you as you passed by streets, you hated to be paranoid but knowing who you've helped and who you've seen recently you were slightly worried as to what the apprehension might be.

You haven't told them your name, of course Taehyung could have found it and they were just waiting for you to say a fake name to have a reason to kidnap you or something. And of course, Jungkook already knew you name he could expose you anytime he wanted to wait why didn't he? Why didn't he say anything when you refused to let your name slip from your mouth? He had the opportunity to, he had all the power to, but he stayed silent. As to why he stayed silent. You don't know.

"Y/N!" Your attention drifted from your various thoughts due to your name being called by someone behind you.

"What?" You turn to see none other than the man himself, Jungkook, who was running lightly towards your direction.

"Hey." He slowed his speed as he caught up with you and started to catch his breath besides you.

"Do you need something? Were you sent to follow me?" You snort crossing your arms over your chest as you walked.

"Actually, I didn't get sent to follow you I just," He brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck as you continued down the road, "Just wanted to say I'll see you at work tomorrow."

"Yeah okay," You snort turning to look at the boy for the first time during this walk and boy was he attractive up close. At work you've only seen him from afar, he was pretty. He had soft features that blended well with harder ones complementing his face perfectly. Up close you can really see those well-defined features on his face. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Huh?"

"You knew who I was back there but said nothing, why?" You stopped now in front of your buildings fence leaning your shoulder against the railing.

"I don't know honestly," He paused too, his eyes looking around either to gather information on the area or he was just trying to think of a response, "I guess I just didn't want to get you involved."

"Jungkook," He looked up at you as you pushed yourself off the building, "Don't get into too much trouble doing what you're doing, okay? Would hate to not see your face at the office."

And with that you gave him a soft smile before entering your building.

ALMOST YOURS JJK- 2

Mafia! JK x nurse reader

word count: 3k

genre: mafia au

warnings: mentions of bullet wound and taking a bullet out, mentions of stitches, blood, cursing

A/N: i struggled to write this so it probably sucks but the plot be picking up 👀 also unedited as of right now, will fix later 

LIBEROSIS: The desire to care less about things.

"I can't accept this." You threw down the bag in front of the male who sat eating his cheeseburger hidden away in the back of the hospital cafeteria. His legs were spread across the timid booth and his elbows rested against the table.

"Too bad." He pulled his sandwich closer to his face taking another mouthful of the meat before shoving the bag back towards you. "It's yours."

"Jungkook." You looked around to make sure people weren't nearby. "It's fucking ten thousand dollars."

"And?" He now reached for his bag of lays, he threw chips in his mouth as your eyes widen down at his lax figure.

"What do you mean? I can't take ten thousand dollars from you guys!" You whispered. "I told you it was fine just take the money back."

"Y/N," He lifted the bag pushing it towards your body, "Just take the damn thing."

You huffed realizing you really couldn't fight him on this. It was a surprise when you opened the small bag last night to reveal stacks of cash with a little smiley face sticky note on it saying 'enjoy :)'. You knew it was risky to take it, who knows where that money came from. But with what it looks like now you have no other option but to take it.

You stood there for a moment looking around before walking away from Jungkook heading back to the ER unit getting ready to finish your last hour of work. You've been there since 3 AM, and at 1 PM you would enjoy the glorious freedom of having two days off work. It was due to your extra hours helping the last few days at the surgery unit.

Walking back, you noticed a familiar man standing at the front desk running his fingers against the counter. He impatiently looked around the room peering down the halls to see if any nurse would pop out to help him.

"Your friend is in the cafeteria," You don't make eye contact as you grab a few charts reviewing their files.

"You work here too?" The individual tilted his head, curiously eyeing your figure wondering why he's never seen you here before. He's been here plenty of times recently but had never spotted your face in the crowd.

"No, I just wear scrubs and cosplay Grey's Anatomy." You look up making eye contact with Taehyung, "Yes I work here dummy."

He looked down at the bag you placed on the counter raising his eyebrows, "You shouldn't leave it out like that, you know it's a lot of money."

"I know was trying to give the damn thing back to Jungkook but he wouldn't take it," You sighed bringing your hands up to rub your eyes. "Are you going to go look for him?"

"Don't need to he's already coming this way," He pointed his head in the direction of Jungkook who had his hands in the pocket of his jacket as he took a bite of an apple.

With that you walked away heading to your first patient's room. It was a teen girl who was experiencing some vision issues, like seeing white spots, and her primary care provider advised they get it checked out due to past heart issues.

Thankfully, it was nothing big, just migraines which you knew too much about, and the doctor was able to send her home safely after giving her a cocktail of medicines to ease the pain.

After that you saw a few more patients that varied in situation, and thankfully none were stress inducing enough to give you a headache, so before you knew it you were back out doing paperwork while your fellow co-workers around you talked.

"So, let's talk about the cutie that got transferred to our department." Lisa wiggled her eyebrows and Tina clapped excitedly. "What was his name again? Junko? Jung-"

"Jungkook got transferred here?" You interrupted her, the file in your hands slamming against the table.

"Yeah! Asked for an hour switch and got put with us!" Tina confirmed grabbing the paperwork from the printer beside her. "He is so hot."

"Truly a walking god. Man, I want to have a night with him. Have you seen those arms?" Lisa's hand supported her chin as her gaze travels across the room in a daydream.

While the two of them seemed quite happy to have the handsome boy in your unit, you were quite the opposite. You wouldn't deny that Jungkook was not everything you could ever ask for in a man. He was incredibly beautiful, soft skin blending with his soft features, the small mole below his lip being something you found cute. He had a body to die for, the scrubs did not do its job of hiding his toned, muscular arms. The material clung to his biceps and when he would carry something heavy, his arm veins would be on display causing many of the staff to water at the mouth. He was a perfect guy, at least seemingly perfect, but you knew the truth. He was a gang member, mafia member, whatever the hell he was in. He was a criminal and probably killed people. No matter how attractive he is you did not want to get mixed up in any mafia shit.

"Speaking of the sex God." Tina lowered her voice as Jungkook strode down the hallway, a big box of supplies in his very pretty hands, arms flexing and veins out. He walked with another newbie, Minhyuck, and they seemed to be laughing at something one of them said.

Along with the others, your eyes trailed his figure as he continued down the hallway nearing the desk you all were at. The pen in your hand spun as you spiraled into various thoughts, all of them surrounding the man before you.

He was a mafia member, and he was also your coworker. Knowing this information is enough for you to try and get him fired, to have him not be your coworker who is a mafia member anymore, but if you did that you would probably be on the 9 AM news found in a ditch. So, you decided to just let him stay. He wasn't causing any trouble and was there for a half decent reason; he wanted to take care of the mafia members when they get injured. He wanted to save a life and who were you to deny that.

"Y/N!" Though you were staring, you were zoned out to the point where you didn't realize that Jungkook had looked over to your desk.

When he called your name, your eyes widened, and you quickly looked away back to your file. With the box still in his hand, he jogged a bit to reach the desk placing on the counter and leaned over.

"Y/N. Fancy seeing your here." He tried to catch a peek at the file you were holding but you shut it and looked up to him.

"I literally work here. And this is confidential patient information. Stop snooping."

"But I'm in your unit now." He smirked. "Can't I see the files?"

"It's not your patient." You grabbed the stack of files and stood from your seat no longer wanting to converse with him. Lisa and Tina were giving you weird glances and Lisa even managed to kick your chair lightly (to which you gave her a glare). "Don't you have supplies to put away?"

He looked to his left where the large box was placed and where his fried used to be. "Yeah. I'll see you later. You too Lisa and Tina."

Once Jungkook left you stood too taking your leave before Tina or Lisa could stop you.

"Are you stalking me?"

You were walking on your route home, white sneakers hitting the wet pavement and sending small splashes out. Your jacket hung over your body keeping the rain from fully reaching your skin, but the thin cloth material could only do so much. While walking home you, were able to pick up on things that would happen around this time. The nighttime walk was the easiest to fine differences, not much happened during the night, but walking today at 1:10 pm it was a bit more difficult to spot the raven-haired boy trailing around you.

"How did you notice me tailing you?" He was behind the wall but peeked around when you spotted him.

"It's not that difficult to notice." You weren't entirely wrong. Noticing someone following you isn't hard, not when you pay attention.

"Yeah, but I trail people for a job. I'm supposed to be good at it." Jungkook huffed placing his hands i  his pockets.

"I guess you got sloppy." Jungkook's phone began to ring, and he quickly shoved his hand into his jeans answering it.

You tried not to listen; you were never one to zone in on conversations others had, but you could still hear small details. It seems he was being summoned someone, the flow of swears after showed it was urgent and something quite damaging happened. The hand through the hair was another cue that this call was no good.

"Ok, yeah I'll come right away. No, I don't need someone to pick me up I have my bike." He hung up and jogged to catch up to where you were. "Hey. We need your help with something."

Eyebrows raised waiting for him to explain.

"You up to stitch up another bullet wound?"

You thought the ride there would be the scariest thing of the evening, but when you saw the sight of Park Jimin lying on the table, blood-soaked shirt and jeans, nose swollen and arms cut, you realized you were wrong.

Jungkook rode a bike, not just any bike, a big, huge motorcycle that he used to whip around lanes and run red lights. You held on for dear life in those moment wondering if the next truck would hit you two, and it thankfully didn't. Pulling up to the gated mansion, shivers ran through your body and your body tensed at the sight. When Jungkook rushed off the bike it took you a few more seconds to follow still trying to reorient yourself.

"Y/N?" Jungkook snapped you out of trance and you stumbled with the duffle bag in hand to reach the door. From there you followed Jungkook who was approached by three different men, one being Taehyung, and they explained the situation. You avoided looking around not wanting to remember being here at all, you just wanted to help Jimin and leave right after.

"The Kangs? God damn it. How did Jimin not see them?" Jungkook finally reached their makeshift infirmary door sliding it open to reveal Jimin and another man. Jimin was on the table losing his consciousness by the second. Blood was dripping from the table to the floor, and his shirt was stained red.  "How the fuck did they sneak up on him?"

"A group came out of nowhere trying to get information out of him. They didn't want to risk bringing him to another location. It was a power move too." The man to the right explained.

"What information did they want?" Jungkook and the man exchanged looks while you began to set everything up. You stole from the hospital grabbing materials after Jungkook stated that it was bad. Once everything was laid out you decided to move in and cut Jimin's shirt off to expose the wound.

One bullet wound on the left side of his stomach and three stab wounds scattered around. He looked like hell and the sight of it made you queasy, but you stomached it down to get working.

"Do you mind placing this in his mouth? When I do stitches, he won't want to bite his teeth to shreds" The man who sat beside Jimin nodded and grabbed the rolled towel from your hands placing it in Jimin's mouth. In your haste of grabbing (stealing) materials you forgot to grab something that would reduce the pain.

After that you got to work. Biggest thing was getting the bullet out. With the tools you grabbed it would be easy once the bullet was located. Jungkook had returned to your side and prepped the other materials.

"Jungkook. You never told me he was on the brink of death." You breathed out hurrying to remove the bullet. "He's going to need a blood transplant do know his blood-"

"He's type A, same as me." Jungkook replied.

"Is anyone else type A? I need your help and you can't sit down and give blood for that." Bingo you found the bullet. Removing your finger, you reached for the tool and lodged it in his wound. Jimin let out a cry in pain while his body fidgeted around.

"I am." The boy with blond hair raised his hand.

"Perfect. There are blood bags and IVS in the bag." You blew the stray piece of hair out of your face as you pulled the bullet out. "Have Jungkook insert the IV and have another person watch it."

"Okay Jimin, time for the hard part."

Three wound stitches later and a whole lot of sweat, Jimin was finally in a stable (at least as stable as he could be in a non-hospital environment) condition. The blood transfusion went well, and the blood loss lessened.

"Wow you are literally a lifesaver." The man who gave the blood for Jimin, who you found out was named Hoseok, helped pick up the various blood-soaked rags and empty medical containers.

"That's my job." You were also picking up the spare containers throwing it into the large garbage bag in the middle.

"Yeah, but what you did was amazing. We could have lost him. You saved two of our men's lives." A new person stood in the doorway, his figure towering over everyone else in the room. His bulky arms cross as his body used the door frame for support.

"It was really nothing." You felt small in his presence but also felt a sense of security.

"I'm Namjoon." He stepped forward reaching his arm out. "I apologize for not being able to meet you sooner. I had some business to take care of."

"It's fine." After shaking his hand, you continued to clean not wanting to stay in this mansion any longer than necessary.

There were two things that Namjoon would follow up with. The first would just be a simple thank you, possibly some praise for your hard work. He would shove another check in your direction and send you off with four months' rent. He would make sure you felt appreciated for what you did.

The second option is he would offer you a job. Yes, a job. He would offer you work at this mafia mansion to be their personal doctor. You would fix up the men and nurse them to health. Pay would be more than exceptional. But if you denied he could keep prying you to do it. You didn't know him, from speaking with him before and seeing him now, you didn't think he could be one of the dirty mafias men but looks can be deceiving.

"You don't need to clean, my men will take care of it. Please rest."  He pulled out a spare chair and urged you to sit in it. Awkwardly walking, you reach the chair and sit. Namjoon pulled a similar chair out for himself and sat across from you. "Thank you for you work today. And the other day too with Taehyung. You truly have done a good deed for this family."

Family. Mafias were family. A bunch of rag-tag random men, some actually blood related but most not, working under a boss that claims everyone there to be family. Family.

"As for pay we will give it to you upon your leave. And since you have said not one but two lives, you will be put on our no harm list. I will have someone detail that later." He paused.

You knew of the no harm list. It was a list of individuals who have done a great deed for a mafia, and this deed put them on a list that would ensure their indefinite safety. If a different gang were to attack, Bangtan would save them.

"But I do have a question for you, Y/N."

"How do you know my name?" Your body stiffened in the chair, hands clutched the sides in anticipation. Did Jungkook expose you after saying he wouldn't?

"We are very crafty with searching people. Also, Taehyung is pretty good at remembering where he was." Namjoon explained and you nodded slowly. "Your file was pretty blank. Most information unknown, like your childhood, but that's not the point. We want to offer you a job here-"

"No."

"I didn't get to finish." Namjoon seemed disgruntled when you cut him off, something you have done before. "I wanted to offer you a job, but you seem pretty sold to not take it."

"No, I don't want the job. I prefer to stay out of mafia business." You stood up. "Actually, I would like to leave as soon as possible. I can inform Jungkook of proper care procedures and such."

"Of course, Y/N." Namjoon stood too shoving the chair to the side. "The job is always open if you change your mind. I will have one of my men drive you home. Thank you for your help."

"My pleasure."

You were a mystery. Jungkook knew it the moment he saw you at the office. He wasn't a creep by any means, but he did take an interest in you when you saved a little girl on his first day. Your passion for this job was tenfold but he could see a glint of guilt in your eyes. When the show was over your face fell and eyes zoned out.

After that day he went to his computer and searched your name. It wasn't hard to find at the hospital, the desk and timesheets had everyone's name, and but finding you in the systems proved more difficult. Very little information was provided, only subliminal items such as your name and address were shown. No previous address nor schools attended were on record. It was as if you were a ghost before the age of fifteen, and that intrigued him. You were the mystery he wanted to solve.

And fate stoke that very night you found Taehyung bleeding out on the side of the rode, the one link he needed to talk to you more and find out more about you.

"Jungkook." It had been long after you were given a ride home by Hoseok, and Jungkook sat in the room with Jimin checking up on him every now and then. "I would like you to keep an eye on Y/N."

"Why?" Jungkook tried to make out Namjoon's figure in the dim room.

"Something doesn't sit right with me."

Jungkook agreed.

"How is the first fifteen years of her life erased?" Namjoon thought aloud.

Namjoon turned to leave but stopped in his tracks. "And Jungkook, while watching her make sure to keep track of those around her."

ALMOST YOURS JJK- 3

Mafia! JK x nurse reader

word count: 5.6k

genre: mafia au

warnings: fight scenes, slight suicidal ideations (of would rather die than go through something), blood, choking (not the sexy kind), mentions of child exploitation such as forced killing and brainwashing, mafia stuff 

A/N: unedited as always and loosely inspired by Black Widow since I just saw it and loved it, enjoy!

LITOST: A STATE OF AGONY AND TORMENT CAUSED BY SUDDEN SIGHT OF ONE’S OWN MISERY

Do you exist because other people see you, other people know of your presence, or is simply your own acknowledgement of yourself enough to prove you're alive? Is living in the comfort of only yourself enough to provide proof that you are you in this world? Most would say yes, being in your own company is enough, but like Schrödinger's cat, who is to say if you are living or dead if not seen? Of course, you'll know you're alive in that box, and that is enough. But in essence you don't exist, but you do.

You yourself have battled with the idea of this for years. You weren't a nomad living up in the mountains with no contact to humans. You were in the real world by real people, but you also weren't per say living. More so just existing. People know of your existence because they see you, but that is all. If you disappeared one day, they wouldn't bat an eye at your absence, so did you ever exist in their world at all? The thought was depressing but that's what you were going for, being ghost. You didn't want to be known. And that's why you had no friends.

You went to work, came home, ate, slept, and repeated. You didn't go out of your way to meet people, you didn't do anything that would cast attention to yourself. You were a cat in a box leaving people to their own interpretations of you, this is until Jungkook came into your life.

You wanted nothing to do with him at first. He was trouble, but he constantly found his way into your life. At work, walking home, at the store, you name it, and he was there. In the beginning you were annoyed. You ignored him passing in the streets, didn't answer your door, and made sure to always have headphones on you. But as time went on you let him in more and more each day.

He would help you with groceries and would chat with you on your walk home after work. He was a nice guy, surprisingly to you all Bangtan were when you met them. They didn't come off as complete cold-blooded murderers that were ruthless beyond belief. But you also knew what the news said about them. And despite this war inside your mind and the teeter totter of whether Bangtan are humans, you still let Jungkook into your life.

The more you were together, the more you showed him medical practices. At first you just wanted to teach him things and get on with it, have him learn so he would stop coming to you. With time teaching him did work, the calls to save someone's life were less frequent, but today you managed to find yourself at the Bangtan mansion once more.

"So that's it?" Jungkook held the test dummy surveying what he just did.

"Yep. Not the best explanation and certain not the most correct one, but it will work." You had just finished refreshing him on how to stitch up a bullet wound. "Do you have any other questions?"

"Nope." He began to clean up the room and rid of any spare packages. "You know we are having a little party tonight, just Bangtan and our two child organizations. You should come."

"Come to a party? I'll pass." You picked up the last package throwing it in the trash.

"C'mon! It'll be fun! Not that many people will be there, and you can spend your whole night with me." He wiggled his eyebrows at you, and you turned away trying to hide your smile.

"I guess I can come for a little." You raised your finger towards him. "Only a little. After that you drive me home when I say to."

"All right." He agreed. "But tonight's event is formal. I think we should go shopping."

---

Letting Jungkook pick out a dress for you was probably the worst decision you have made in a while. The lack of sleep was getting to you, and when he asked what you wanted on the phone you told him get whatever he wants. When you said that you expected him to bring a cute little black dress that wasn't too high but also didn't sit at your ankles. Just a basic black dress. But no, Jungkook had to bring a dress that was a bit short for your liking and something you would never pick.

"Jungkook I am going to kill you." Your phone was on speaker as you pressed the straightener against your hair.

"Because I found the dress before you? You can take credit if you-"

"No, it's because this dress is like a second skin. Where the fuck did you find something like this?"

"Saw it the other day and thought it would look absolutely dashing on you." You could hear the smirk through the phone, and you wanted to do nothing else but slap it off his face.

"Are you almost here? And if you brought that godforsaken bike of yours, I will actually kill you."

"Don't talk bad about Shelia! And no, I brought the rover. I'll be there in five. Just come out when you're ready." He hung up after that and you let out a sigh of relief. Being on the back of a bike in a skintight dress was not something on tonight's planner for you.

Looking at yourself one last time in the mirror, you took a deep breath and decided to put your hair down last minute. Having it up wasn't something you liked to do, so you quickly pulled the tie out to be more comfortable. At least your long hair could try to cover your breasts that peeked out.

When you peeked out the window you saw a black car in the front of your apartment building on the wet concrete. The rain thankfully stopped from earlier, but the wetness and humidity were proof of its appearance.

You placed your heels on an took a deep breath. You were actually going to a mafia party. You were going to a nice gathering, and you were going to be in the mafia life.

It was scary enough itself being in that house during the day but seeing it at night made you want to vomit, but the knowledge that Jungkook would be there is what made you step out your door and to the car.

"Wow you look-"

"I will kill you." You stepped into the vehicle and made sure to shimmy the dress down so your bare ass wasn't just sitting on the seat.

"Lovely as ever." He chuckled and started to drive.

The ride didn't take long, surprisingly the Bangtan manor wasn't far from your house (you weren't sure at first how far it was due to Jungkook driving like a maniac the other times you've been).

"Ok party's in there." Jungkook was on the other end of your door with is arm out for you to grab. Carefully you grabbed it and your heel clicked on the concrete. "Let's go."

Stepping in was the hardest part. Seeing the mass number of cars outside and people slowly entering was anxiety inducing. You tried to conceal it, but Jungkook couldn't help giving you a few wary glances.

"You'll be by me the whole night. don't worry. Only those who we are close with are coming." He reassured you and squeezed your arm slightly. You gave a tight-lipped smile thankful for his acts. It did calm you down slightly knowing that he would be with you the whole time and you wouldn't be alone.

"Let's party."

---

The night started off fine. You clung to Jungkook's arm like a koala and did not let him leave once. You were glued to him and those at the party noticed the new arm candy that couldn't let go.

"He won't disappear Y/N." Taehyung joked once, and you sent him a glare in response.

The two of you mostly stayed seated. He didn't usually talk to others at these events, and you definitely would not be going around chatting. You both were enjoying the time with each other, and the alcohol had let you let loose. Not only that but it made you realize how hot Jungkook was.

In his black suit he sure did look fucking hot. The material clung to his arms and the toned muscle pulled at the threads. The top button on his shirt was undone slightly exposing his tone chest. His hair was swooped back and held with gel showing off his glorious forehead. You couldn't help but feel hot beside him and squirm a bit when he looked you in the eyes.

"See?" Jungkook had his arm around your chair and his other hand on his glass. "This isn't so bad."

"I guess. This alcohol is great too." You took another sip of your champagne looking around the room. There were people scattered about having their own discussions. Bangtan were scattered around the room and were seen conversing with various others throughout the night.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom." You decide it was time to take a slight break from the gathering and relieve yourself.

"Ok. I'll be here." He gave you silly smile which made your heart do a little dance.

Honestly tonight was weird. You dreaded it for days when he told you about it, but actually being here with him it wasn't awful. Yes, you were on the edge of an anxiety attack every now and then, but when you heard his voice, it snapped you out of it.

The bathroom wasn't too far from where you sat with Jungkook, but it did take a minute to find it. He told you how to get there when he left, but this house is too big that you had to think extra hard on where to go.

Knocking on the door you found that no one was in there and you entered. Looking at yourself in the mirror you can see you face slightly flushed from the alcohol you had earlier, but that happens when even the smallest bit enters your system.

You went to go wash your hands but then the lights went out.

When the lights when out you knew something was wrong. The room was dimmed from the candle in the corner, but it did not light it enough that you could walk clearly. Thankfully, you brought your phone and raised the flashlight.

You could hear boots hitting the hardwood floor outside and you were quick to turn off your light. You did your best to near the door and when you got there you were able to peep through the small window. You were right, people in black outfits stormed in with flashlights that looked to be going towards the main hall.

It was an attack, there was no other explanation for what was going on. You were quick to think and jump into action. There were two people outside that just walked by, with the right timing and precise planning you could take them down. Question was how did you plan to do that in the dark?

And then the lights went on as if God heard your thoughts.

You opened the door and stood behind the two people.

In one swift movement you were able to hit one of the people in the back of the head sending them down. The other one turned towards you, but your leg wrapped around their body, and you flung them on top of the other person. While doing so you grabbed their gun and shot them in the leg. Then you shot the other one in the arm. Finally, you sent a jab to their head with the butt end of the gun.

You were surprised at how easy it was, but you could tell in their movements that they weren't terribly trained. They were sloppy and weren't ready for an attack.

You took the gun in hand and held it up ready to attack anyone who came at you. There was commotion in the main room, but it quieted down soon after. And that's when you heard it, the voice.

The voice that sent shivers down your spine and made needles prick at your skin. You were going to vomit, the taste of bile rising and nausea overcoming you. You dropped the gun out of surprise, and it clacked around on the ground. You were almost about to cry but the shock of it all stopped you from doing so.

In one second, you were sent to the floor knocking out cold, you weren't sure if it was from your utter shock or if someone had landed a hit on you. Either way you didn't care, you just wanted to get out of there and this was the way you went.

---

Your head rested against something soft as your groggy eyes tried to pry themselves open.

"You're awake?" Jungkook was quick to rush to your side as you pushed yourself up to a seated position. You closed one eye as a sharp pain surfaced at your temple. "Thank God."

His strong arms pulled you into a tight embrace, the hug easing the pain.

"What happened?"

"There was an attack. You were knocked out cold on the ground and we found you after we had them flee. Are you okay? There were others around you that were dead." Jungkook looked over your body (despite doing it almost ten times after they first found you, and another 5 once you were in the main room) and you placed your hand on his face.

"I'm ok. I think someone knocked me out. My head is hurting."

"I don't see any acute trauma to your head, but it is possible." Jungkook frowned. "We are almost done here; we are just rounding up men. I don't want to leave you, but I don't want to keep you here. How about I sent you to the infirmary with Sunghoon?"

He whistled and called out for Sunghoon. A young boy who couldn't be older than 18 rushed over ready to assist. "Can you take Y/N to the infirmary? Give her Advil in the second self to the right."

The boy nodded and then bowed before placing his arm out. You hesitantly grabbed onto it but knew that you just wanted to get out of this room.

The walk was quick, and you let the boy go as soon as you got there. You were a nurse in training, you could handle yourself. He had more important matters to go to anyways, and you couldn't stand seeing such a young kid in a place like this.

You took a few Advil hoping it would kick in fast. You also dug around for some anti-anxiety meds. There had to be some here, right? They were a fucking mafia they had to have drugs like that, but you failed to find any. No Xanax, no lorazepam, no other benzenoids in that dainty room.

The panic of earlier and not finding anything was kicking in. You could feel your body going into a state of great panic, your hands were shaky, and your vision blurred slightly.

You killed. well almost. You killed not one person in years but almost had to kill two people tonight. You haven't killed in years. Oh god you almost took another life.

"What have I done." You slowly feel to the ground, hands tugging at your hair with your knees in your chest.

It was around this time when Jungkook came in. He saw your panicked state on the floor and was quick to jump into action. He came to your side and began to whisper softly into your ear trying to calm you down. He didn't touch you until you lunged yourself at him, arms wrapping tightly around his body while tears filled his shirt. He placed soft kisses on your head and just held you.

---

Ever since the party you have been having the same nightmare. It was a replay of the events from that night but the people who attacked had caught you and you had kill more people. It was putting a strain on your mental and physical health.

Last night were one of the worst ones yet and the lack of sleep had caused you to call off work. In doing so, you missed your shift where you knew Jungkook would be wondering where you were.

Jungkook: Hey, you ok?

Jungkook: you're not at work

Jungkook: they said you called off sick, I'll be over soon

He only sent three messages at 10 am when you had finally fallen back asleep. You only saw them when you woke up at 2 pm, just an hour before his shift ends.

You: it's ok. I just didn't sleep well. you don't have to come.

You sent the message slamming your phone against the bed letting out a sigh. Today you wanted to just relax, let your anxiety settle before going on with life again.

You were tossing and turning for the hour before his shift ended and even then, you still struggled with. And then there was the knock on your door. Groggily you trudged to the front door, hands trying to wipe the tired from your eyes.

"Jungkook I told you it-" You faltered in your step slowly stumbling back while holding the door. In front of you was not Jungkook but two men with dark clothes and masks on. "I think you have the wrong house."

You attempted to slam your door shut but a shoe jumped out before you do so. The force of the two men sent the door flying open, the push causing you to fly back and do a back roll on the ground to steady yourself. One knee was place on the ground as your head whipped up to assess the situation. On the right one man stood in a fighting stance while the other was to the left cracking his knuckles.

"I thought I said wrong house." You said again, this time with clear anger laced in your words. One of the men let out a laugh and then found his way to you. He leaned forward extending his arm out to where you jumped back reaching for the lamp beside you. You pulled it from the plug and with all your force you smashed it against his neck. The other man had now leaped for you, and you ducked throwing a blow to his abdomen. Next you sent your leg up which collided with his forearm and then you brought the other one to lace around his neck throwing him down against your glass coffee table. He let out a grunt, head tilting back in pain and shock from the fall.

The other man with blond hair had now pulled out a pocketknife.

"Oh great." You mumbled looking around for an item to grab yourself. With the little time you had as he lunged at you, you managed to grab your spare letter opener that was on the side table.

The blond man slashed his knife at you as you were forced to back up into the kitchen. In a split second he was able to nick your arm and blood began to run down it. Through his mask you could tell he was smiling.

"Ouch." You wiped the spare blood away steadying yourself in a fighting position once more. He dove at you, and you dodged it spinning to be on the other side of his back. You hit him on the neck with your elbow and then sent him to the cabinets with a powerful kick.

"You bitch." He groaned recovering quickly from that hit, spitting blood out in the process.

As you mounted for another attack, you didn't account for the other man to come behind you and hold you down. Your arms were locked together as he pressed you into the countertop to limit your moving space. With the letter opener in hand, you tried your best to swing it around in hopes of hitting him but no avail. He kicked it out of your hand and slammed your head against the table.

"It's nice to see that you can still fight." He chuckled throwing your head down once more. You winced at the blunt force while blood started to run down your forehead. "Such a shame that you'll probably be dead within the next day."

And this was it. You were going to be captured by these men who had some issue with you, who obviously wanted to kidnap you. This would be your life and the only person who would know that you were dead would be Jungkook since you had let him into your tiny box. To the world you would be nothing once more.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that." Jungkook stood in the open doorway with takeout in his hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He had changed out of his scrubs and was seen in similar attire to the men in your house. His hair was disheveled, probably from riding his bike here, and eyes dark.

With their distraction you took this as your moment to get them off you. In a swift movement you smashed the head of the guy holding you down on the table into the marble. The blond man was caught off guard by your leg coming to into contact with his chest throwing him into the refrigerator. At this point the other man had now stood and was about to reach for your hair but Jungkook was quick to stop him and send a forceful punch to his nose. While Jungkook fought that man you continued to fight with the blond man.

"So, we were right." He smirked, bloody teeth on display with extra blood dripping down the side of his face. "You are conspiring with Bangtan. Interesting."

"What?" Jungkook questioned from the other side of the room where he had his forearm up to block a punch. He had been fighting with this man and was watching you from the corner of his eye.

"Don't act stupid we have been watching you." You took this moment to leap forward ready to attack him. He slid to the right avoiding your punch which was received by the refrigerator door. You moaned in pain but were quick to get back into action.

With the commotion going on you were surprised that your neighbors weren't calling the cops or coming to see what was going on. Whenever you played music too loud, they made sure to come and yell at you, but somehow drew the line at 2 men attacking you in your own living room.

You were doing quite well holding him off, that is until he grabbed your kitchen knife and stabbed you in the abdomen. It was hard to go on fighting, but you did your best, but in the end, he managed to get his forearm around your throat. He pulled at your head trying to cut off your air as you thrashed around underneath him to let go. His strength was too much but you tried anyways.

"Y/N!" Jungkook was just about finished with the man on the other side of the room, he held him in a similar position to you. In seconds, the man fell unconscious at Jungkook's feet, and he jumped over the countertop tackling the man to the ground. You were released but the lack of air and stab wound started to make you queasy. You did your best to stay conscious, but the lack of blood was starting to worsen.

"Y/N stay with me, ok?" Jungkook loomed over you, hands pressing into your wound to lessen the blood flow. Your head weakly nodded but right after that you dozed off.

---

The first thing you felt was pain. There was a stabbing pain in the left side of your stomach and throb in your head. Your arm was slightly numb too and your whole body ached.

The next thing you felt was panic. When your eyes opened, you noticed that you were not familiar with this place. You were in a random bed with random walls and random dressers. The room was clean, almost too clean from the looks of it. Everything was polished and a minimalistic white. Looking down though all you saw was red. The sheets you were on were stained red. The bandage around your side was red. It was all red. And that sent you into a second wave of panic. The third wave of panic was when you tried to move your hands.

When you tried to sit up, there was a tug at your wrists sending you to fly back down against the sunken pillows. The blood was still fresh and the feeling of it against your skin made you grimace. Looking down you notice there were handcuffs that restricted you to the bed. They were too tight around your wrist, and you could feel pain from when you tugged at it before.

"You're awake." A cold voice echoed from the open door to the left. Your head turned to be faced with Jungkook who had his hands placed in his pockets and a sulked face. He looked beyond tired; you could tell even in the dim lighting. He must have patched you up after the attack.

You only nodded unsure of what to take from this situation. Did they find you out?

"I'll go get the others." Was all he said before he left leaving you alone in the sad room.

The dynamics between you two felt like it had shifted. You wanted to excuse it for him being tired, but your gut was telling you otherwise. It was strange and the while the previous anxiety had faded, a new one arose.

It took a few minutes for seven men to file in the room one by one. Their eyes were heavy and had a similar distaste as Jungkook's from earlier. The silence was deafening, and the tension grew by the second.

"You are probably confused right now," Namjoon finally spoke as he rested against the chair placed in the middle, "You were attacked at home, as you probably know. Jungkook took out the men, well man, but Jungkook brought up and interesting fact after he stitched you up. You were one the other one who took out one of the men."

You froze at his words. During the attack you didn't account for the fact that after there would be a possibility of being questioned about your ability to fight, more specifically your ability to fight trained fighter in the mafia.

"Yeah," You began trying to think of what to say, "I took self-defense classes two years ago."

"Self-defense doesn't teach enough to dismantle mafia members, specifically trained force members." Jimin, who had recovered smoothy, spoke up, "They were basically the best of the best in the Kang mafia. A normal person like you wouldn't be able to take them down.

"Which leads us to this question: who are you?" You gulped at Namjoon's words despite your efforts to hide the surprise and unease at his question.

"What do you mean? I'm Y/N Kim. I'm a uni student that works at the hos-"

"No, we mean who you really are." Jungkook, who was sulking in the corning this whole time with his arms crossed, came forward into the light. "Who are you miss Y/N. What have you been hiding from us?"

"You asking this could mean you already know or you're going to torture it out of me even if I seem convincing." You knew the mafia tactics. They would start by asking a question, they may know it and if they do, they are testing if you'll lie, or they are asking and then will force the truth out of you.

"You can fight and are smart." Namjoon continued. "Your records from age eighteen and younger are erased, you came out of nowhere, the Kangs think you are associated with us, the list goes on and on. So, it's your choice, tell us who you are, or we will get it out of you."

"I don't know what you are talking about." You continue to lie, you couldn't expose yourself, you didn't want to take that chance. "I told you who I am why won't you-"

"Stop lying." Jungkook spoke, his voice harsh.

"I-I," You didn't know what to say or what to do.

"Hello Ms. L/N." Namjoon stood from his chair shoving it to the side with a bit of annoyance. "Welcome to the Bangtan manor. I hope it is as good as the last one you stayed at, the Lim's."

Silence. You did nothing at first when Namjoon spoke of your last name. You haven't heard it in years and almost forgot what it sounded like.

L/N.

It made your skin crawl at the mention of it, when it fell from the tip of his tongue your body shuttered with unknown fear. The fear rose in the back of your throat, a gag noise coming out, as the seven men stood around you. Vomit. You threw up all over yourself, nasty vomit fell from your leg to the side of the bed falling to the floor. You didn't know it, but you were crying. Fat tears spilled from your swollen eyes and snot gathered at your chin. You were a crying mess. The memories were coming back.

"This wasn't supposed to happen! I was never supposed to be back in this life!" You cried out. "Please don't make me relive this nightmare again."

With pleading, blurry eyes you looked at the seven men in the room hoping for one last act of kindness. They were confused to say the least.

Their first reaction to hearing of your real past was that you were a spy. You somehow infiltrated their sector and were there to keep tabs, and even helped assist with the recent attack. Though it was plausible, the entirety of it was flawed. First, you were dead. At least records show that you should be dead. Died in a horrible car crash that ended up in a lake. You were never searched for as enforcement was never contacted. Second, the Kangs were looking for you. They must have found out you never truly died and wanted to find you somehow. Third, it just didn't seem right. You were not the type of person they were, you couldn't be, but somehow you were.

"We don't plan to kill you." That comment should have relieved you. You aren't going to die! How lucky you are to be spared. Of course, you weren't being spared. Probably just sent back to the Lim's or stuck with Bangtan to go through the same trauma.

"Kill me." You deadpanned, tears stopping for a moment as the horror set it. "Kill me right now. Right fucking now! Kill me!"

"Y/N, what?" Jungkook was hurt finding out about you, but seeing you here now he hurt in a different way.

"Don't send me back. Kill me. You can't send me back."

"My uncle, Leeho was in the mafia, part of the Lim's. My father never knew Leeho was in it, Leeho was good with secrets. I always knew something was off though. Horror shows excited him and not in the horror fanatic type way. In a really fucked up type way. I was never close to him due to that." You paused preparing yourself for the next statement.

"When I was five my family was brutally murdered. I was out at a friend's when it happened. My uncle was the first to take me in and disappeared with me. He brought me into the mafia world. Thought that I could be the one to seek revenge on my family. I was trained in combat and weapons. By the age of twelve I was a master killer that could take down men twice my size. I had aim that would be Olympics worthy and were like those of CIA agents. To get there I was tortured, abused, manipulated, forced to endure endless pain daily."

The room was silent, and you were surprised at how calm you were telling this to them.

"When I turned thirteen, I was completely manipulated and under a mind control. I did what I was told with no questions. I was psychologically fucked. When I turned eighteen, I had a mission with my uncle and when I almost had to kill a little boy, I realized how fucking awful what I was doing was. I thought it was normal, or I toned out my distaste for it. Either way for a solid part of my life, I killed with little remorse. That day, I gained it back and decided to do something. After we left, I had the plan to drive us off the cliff. My uncle passed but the bastard had it coming. I made it out and ran away. I found my way here thinking I would never see anyone from the mafia world again but then I found Taehyung..."

Now tears slightly brimmed from your eyes.

"Please don't send me there. Kill me. They will torture me endlessly."

Jungkook was silent and felt like throwing up. You didn't go into detail of what happened, but he can only imagine what they have done to you. They were ruthless, bloodthirsty, and absolute psychopaths.

"We won't" He spoke up, hand reaching for yours. "I won't let you go back."

just a few updates!

i know i mentioned earlier i would post an update for ALMOST YOURS and obviously that didn't happen...

i have part of it written but i am planning to write more but would you rather have the roughly 2k word version that i wrote now to wait for me to the write 4-5k word version?

let me know and i'll see what i can do!