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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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Hey can I have a mafia Taehyung × reader arranged marriage au where he is really standoffish with her but then slowly they fall in love but some angst too

OKAY I’m so sorry for putting this one off for so long! I’ve had this in my drafts for a while, I wanted to make it perfect, so I really hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: angst and some arguments

You never thought you would end up in an arranged marriage, let alone with the leader of a notorious mafia group. But here you were, standing in a grand hall with your hand in his, exchanging vows in front of a room full of strangers.

Taehyung, your husband, was the epitome of coldness. He barely spoke to you, and when he did, it was with a sharpness that made you shrink away. You couldn't understand why he had agreed to this marriage if he had no intention of making it work.

But as the days went by, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. There was something about the way he carried himself, the way his eyes held a hint of pain, that made you want to get to know him better.

One evening, while sitting in the garden of your new home, you mustered up the courage to strike up a conversation with him.

'Taehyung, do you ever regret this marriage?' you asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

He turned to you, his expression unreadable. 'Why do you ask?' he replied, his tone guarded.

You took a deep breath. 'Because it seems like you don't want to be here, and I don't want to force you into something you don't want.'

He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. 'I didn't have a choice in this marriage. My father arranged it with your family to create an alliance between our two organizations. I never wanted to be married, let alone to someone I barely know.'

You felt a pang of sympathy for him. You couldn't imagine being forced into a marriage, especially with someone you didn't have any feelings for. But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel hurt by his lack of interest in you.

The months went by, and you tried your best to make the marriage work. You cooked his favorite meals, left little notes for him, and even tried to initiate physical intimacy. But every attempt was met with indifference or rejection.

One day, in a fit of frustration, you confronted him. 'Why won't you even try to make this work? I know we didn't choose this marriage, but can't we at least try to get to know each other?'

He scoffed and turned away from you. 'What's the point? We both know this is just a business deal. I have no interest in getting to know you, or anyone for that matter.'

You felt your heart shatter at his words. In that moment, you realized that no matter how hard you tried, you would never be able to break through the walls he had built around himself.

The next few weeks were filled with tension and silence between the two of you. You couldn't bear to be in the same room as him, and he seemed to be avoiding you as well.

But one day, as you were getting ready to leave for work, you heard a knock on your door. When you opened it, you were surprised to see Taehyung standing there, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand.

'I'm sorry,' he said, his voice barely above a whisper. 'I've been a terrible husband to you. I know I can't make up for it, but I want to try. I want us to make this work.'

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, and you knew that he was being genuine.

'I want that too,' you replied, your voice breaking.

From that moment on, things changed between the two of you. You started to talk more, to laugh and joke with each other. And slowly, you fell in love with each other.

But just when you thought everything was perfect, an argument broke out between the two of you. It started over something small, but quickly escalated into something bigger. Hurtful words were exchanged, and before you knew it, Taehyung stormed out of the house.

You spent the rest of the night crying, wondering if this was the end of your marriage. But the next morning, Taehyung came back with a bouquet of flowers and a sincere apology.

'I never want to lose you,' he said, tears in his eyes. 'I know I can be difficult, but I promise to do better. I love you.'

And in that moment, you knew that you were meant to be together. Your arranged marriage may have started off on rocky ground, but it had led you to a love that was worth fighting for.

⚡️Mafia!Taehyung - Idea

Mafia Taehyung on his bachelor party looking into the room next to the one they are in, through the open door, to see his soon-to-be wife having fun with her friends on her bachelorette party.

Should I write it, let me know.

Imagine he has the tattoos, on his cheek and neck.

MASRERLIST

COMFORT / FLUFF / SLIGHT SMUT 💟

Soft dom kook, sub oc, established relationship, fluff, smut

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Soft Dom Mafia boyfriend kook, oc is sub , comfort and fluff 🦋

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Oc gets scared of a horror movie , soft dom kook , 100% soft fluff, comfort

(♡˙︶˙♡)

18+ SMUT 💘

Elder brother kook, doggy style, kinky, whiny oc, this is one horny fic

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Sub kook, eventually dom, noona kink, whiny needy kook 18+

SERIES 💌

Hmm? - mafia husband kook, jealousy, crack, oc is sub, slight angst but in the end they confess, arranged marriage au, mafia au

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thirsty. (m)

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

genre: smut, mafia au

word count: 2.1k

warnings: mafia!tae, slight yandere!tae (he’s crazy as hell), obsessive tae, mentions of blood and death, virgin!reader, etc.

summary: taehyung doesn’t take very lightly to disrespect.

(y’all if there are any typos, please tell me because i didn’t really proofread--)

(of course, credits to @taesluttt​ for this picture, and for the title of this fic)

“Maybe we could try something else instead...” You read aloud to yourself, as you began to finish the only book you hadn’t read in Taehyung’s library.

When the two of you first began dating, Taehyung began to quickly build up an enormous book collection. 

You asked him if he was interested in literature, or if he took up reading as a past time, to which he responded with a condescending smile,

“The books are not for me.”

This was before you found out his occupation.

Reading was one of your only other options of entertainment other than watching Netflix. Even then, you had to beg Taehyung to buy Netflix so you wouldn’t drive yourself insane. 

Of course, it wasn’t a money issue.

Taehyung had more than enough money to supply for the both of you and ten other people for the rest of your lifetimes, but he didn’t want you getting any stupid ideas from those dumb Netflix documentaries on trying to escape him.

You considered it many, many times before, but you could never go through with it in fear of what Taehyung would do to you or those you care about.

He told you countless times before that he would never lay a finger on you, and he has upheld that promise so far, but when you asked him if he’d ever hurt your loved ones, he just giggled and bopped your nose.

It was safe to say that he had you right where he wanted you--meek and subservient.

You sighed and closed the book, walking to place it back in the spot where you retrieved it, knowing that Taehyung would scold you with a smile on his face if you left the book on the couch.

He enjoyed talking down to you-- it was something about the apologetic and fearful look in your eyes that sparked his arousal.

 You reached for your phone in your back pocket, cursing under your breath when you remembered that Taehyung had taken it from you this morning because you hadn’t given him a kiss, as you were supposed to everyday.

You weren’t allowed to text anyone other than him or access any social medias, so the phone was basically there as an accessory.

Hopefully if you could convince him, he’d let you download Instagram or something so you could reach out to your family. You knew it’d be a long shot, and he’d probably agree to let you text them before anything else, but it had been such a long time that you had forgotten their phone numbers.

Maybe now would be a good time to ask him?

You did start the day off roughly by forgetting his kiss, but you’ve been good about everything else. Everything was neat and in order, just how he liked it.

It shouldn’t be that much of a deal now.

You took a deep breath, rolling your shoulders backwards once before you began to approach the stairs.

Once your foot hit the first step, you began to instantly regret this idea. This would be a huge ask, and if Taehyung didn’t like the idea, you knew it’d end up with you bent over his lap, 50 spanks on each cheek.

You thought about it for a few more seconds, before continuing to walk up the stairs.

There’s a first time for everything.

Once you reached the final step, you could faintly make out Taehyung’s baritone voice through his closed office door.

You paused, knowing better than to barge in unannounced when he was in the middle of something important.

You listened in for a few more moments, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion when you could make out the faint sound of another voice in the room.

“What the hell?” You whispered under your breath. You’d been awake all morning, and no one ever walked through the front door.

There was a long pause on the other side of the room, before Taehyung calmly spoke, “Is there something you need, baby?”

Your eyes widened, wondering how he knew you were creeping outside of his office.

Your footsteps weren’t heavy (you made sure they weren’t), so how did he know---

“Would you like to come in?”

You’d never been in there before, and to be honest, you didn’t want to go.

Plus, there was a hint of annoyance in his tone, and you knew you were the cause of it.

You were frozen in place, Taehyung not allowing you any time to respond before he opened the door himself.

Your assumptions were correct— someone else was in the room. You had never seen this man before, so this must’ve been one of Taehyung’s new business partners.

You vaguely remembered him saying something about making a new deal with another mafia leader last week, but when he began to get into the details of what that meant for the two of you, you got lost in those foreign words that you were sure didn’t exist, and you’d be one to know considering the amount of books you read.

Your boyfriend smiled, gently tugging you into the room and leaving the door open as he pulled you into his lap.

Your heart began to beat rapidly at the stranger’s stare.

Although your boyfriend was infinitely more intimidating than this man, you just couldn’t fathom being in a room with two mafia leaders.

The stranger leaned forward, a curious gaze on his face as he examined your facial features.

Taehyung watched him intently, one of his arms propped up on his desk and the other around your waist.

“Who’s the bitch?” The man asked bluntly.

Taehyung’s smile wavered, as if he was trying to process what was just said.

He tightened his grip around your waist, your body as close to his as possible. He quickly turned to look over his shoulder as he opened up the drawer of his desk.

He pulled out a revolver, aiming the gun at the man’s kneecap before shooting with minimal recoil, even though he was only using one hand.

You screamed, as Taehyung dropped the gun on the ground as if it were a pen in a quiet classroom.

He stood up, lightly pushing you away from him as he walked over to stare down at the man’s body.

He laughed and shook his head as the guy began to yell profanities at him.

Taehyung found it amusing though, feigning innocence and confusion as he kneeled down onto the ground. He grabbed the man’s chin and forced him to make eye contact with him as he jabbed his thumb into the bullet wound.

“YOU FUCKING PYSCHO!” The man screamed, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

He stood up and turned to look at you, wiping the blood on his fingers on his shirt.

You cowered away from Taehyung in fear.

You’d been with him for a while, but he had never snapped like that before.

“Why did you do that?” You yelled, rushing over to the man.

You couldn’t even get close before Taehyung threaded his hands in your hair and pulled you backwards.

Taehyung kept his grip on you, while whistling an unknown tune and typing something into his phone.

Immediately, one of the cleaners rushed in and began to drag the man’s limp body out of the room.

He was going to be alright, his groans of pain being the only way you could tell.

Taehyung watched with intense eyes as the door was closed gently, sighing in disappointment at the trail of blood that led out of the room.

“I should really stop doing that, shouldn’t I?” Taehyung pulled you into his lap by the grip he still had on your hair before letting go.

“I could’ve handled it myself, Taehyung.” He hummed, not listening to a word that came out of your pretty little mouth as he began to rub his hands along the insides of your thighs.

He knew that you weren’t quite ready to lose your virginity yet, but that never stopped him from touching you every now and then.

You actually liked the way he’d rub his hands along your skin, as long as he didn’t go too far.

You were still afraid of Taehyung, but you wouldn’t tell him that in fear of what he’d do.

“My adrenaline is pumping, baby.” He grabbed your hand gently and placed it over his heart. You shivered.

“Y-yeah, it is.” You laughed awkwardly.

He stared at you for several moments, before licking his lips and bucking his hips against your covered pussy.

You whimpered in surprise.

“I am so sorry, Princess. I just couldn’t help it. You look so fucking pretty right now.” You gulped, glancing around the room to avoid eye contact with him.

“I can’t do this anymore.” His hands began to fidget by his sides.

You raised both of your eyebrows in surprise. What the hell was going on with him?

“Would you let me take you tonight, honey? I’ve got to have something, please.”

You laughed a bit at his question.

“I could give you a blowjob.” You shrugged. Even though you were a virgin, you had no issue with pleasuring Taehyung in other ways.

“Fuck, no, I don’t want that.” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“Then—“

“Inside, _____. I need to be inside of you.”

You immediately shook your head. You were almost certain that it was the adrenaline talking.

“I’m not ready to—“

“I’m not going to fuck you yet, darling. I just want to get a taste of your pussy....something to satiate me.” He picked you up off of his lap and threw you onto his office desk.

“You—w-we never discussed—“

“Yes, I know, but you wouldn’t want me to be deprived of your sweetness for too long, now would you?” He looked beautifully insane.

His hair was tousled and clinging to his forehead, his face and neck were sweaty from the adrenaline rush, and the blood was beginning to dry on his shirt.

“I—T-Taehyung....”

“I’ve got to take something from you, sweetheart. It won’t take long at all.” He grabbed your legs and yanked you toward the edge of the desk, his breathing heavy as he began to slide your shorts and panties down you legs.

“P-please don’t hurt me, T-Tae.” He looked up at you, a sideways smile on his face.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He spoke, running his hand that was free of the dried blood up and down your slit.

He had attempted to finger you once before, so this was nothing new to you, but this would be the first time that he’d actually... succeed.

He plunged his fingers into your pussy, a broken moan climbing out of his throat as he relished in the way you greedily took him in.

Or took his fingers, rather.

He glanced at your face. You looked uncomfortable, but for some reason that made him all the more aroused.

“You’ll get used to it if I go a little faster, yeah?” He asked, although he knew you weren’t going to respond.

He took initiative first, placing his bloody hand on your lower stomach as he added another finger inside of your warmth, now using two fingers to attack you at your most sensitive areas.

The discomfort faded quickly, although now you were uncertain of you what you were supposed to do.

If this were any other situation then it’d be easy, but you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on the feeling of his long, thick fingers inside of you when there was a gun and a trail of blood on the floor.

Taehyung noticed how your attention wasn’t on him, and that was a gigantic rule breaker in his book.

He wasn’t having that.

“Hey.” He removed his hand from your stomach and snapped his fingers in front of your face.

You whimpered.

“Eyes on me. Cum right fucking now, do it. Cream my fingers.” He licked his fingers and brought them down to your clit, pressing his forehead against yours as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“I-I’m gonna cum! I’m—“ Taehyung immediately dropped to his knees, quickly pulling his fingers out of you in favor of replacing them with his mouth.

He collected every drop of your cum like a mad man. He’d be a fucking fool not to.

He waited until your body began to shake before pulling away.

He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground, before placing a kiss to your forehead with a loving smile on his face.

“Baby?” He asked, as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Hmm?” You replied, still in a state of shock.

“Get out of my office.”

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