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raven unit I (m) jjk
Jeon Jungkook x Reader
‒ raven unit. (m) chapter one: gallaticus. ✎ [13k words]
genre: political!Au, taskforce!Au, warcrime!Au
warnings: eventual smut, angst, gore, violence, drug mentions, alcohol mention, graphic description of violence, death. With your life at risk and several people around you dead, your loyal head of security makes sure your safety is taken care of when he’s out of the picture. Three ruthless, dangerous and deadly men take on the task to protect and hide you, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok and the one in command, Jeon Jungkook. masterlist. chapter two. So, I would just like to mention I neglected my duties to write the requests sent my way because my good friend @diofulin had me thinking of this idea and when I knew it I had written 25k words and was looking at a small series. For what it’s worth, I hope you like it. Comment, reblog and I’ll be posting the nest chapter around Wednesday.
The first thing you heard was the loud noise of something exploding, the walls and floor shook as the lights of your room flickered. At first, your heart sped up, eyes alarmed as you held onto your desk and chair, looking around. Several things could happen next, and you were way under-prepared for any of the possibilities. The first being a second explosion, closer even, targeted towards you and you had few possibilities of escaping without injuries. Second, your room would be stormed with your security team and you’d be rushed out while attacked. And third, you die. The diplomatic daughter of the U.S president killed in a matter of seconds while overseas. All three options had their fair chances of happening, and although you were relieved, it was the second as they barged your door. Inside came a team of seven armed men. You could barely process the shouting and information being given to you while they shoved you out of your chair and into the hallway by the neck. Although your feet were perfectly fine and you had no injuries, they could barely move as your head of security, Thomas walked crouched down while he pulled you along. You were still in a state of shock, not fully understanding what was happening. The men formed a barricade around you while you ran, all of them with their guns in their hands. “What’s...” You began, but your voice was too low and not a few seconds after a second explosion came. This time, closer. The intensity of the blow was enough to make you fall back, the structure of the house you were living shook to the core as if the cement was made out of jelly. Smoke and dust whooshed right after, making the air thick and hard to breathe. “Miss, can you move?” Thomas yelled, you only then noticed how muffled he sounded, when your eyes found him, alarmed and bulged, you nodded. Shouts and gunfire all around erupted as you started moving. You could barely make a sound, your brain still unable to process what was happening, although you had an idea. Your body shook, flinching each time someone shot from around your barricade. You eyed Thomas, you could see the blood trickling down his forehead, into his ear. His face covered in dust as he gripped his gun in his hand. “T-Thomas...” you whispered, but yet again, unheard. And as if your voice brought doom, the shooting only increased, the man barricaded all around you suddenly falling, one after the other, shot down, dead. Thomas looked as alarmed as you, bringing his fist close to his mouth to speak into the microphone. “Blue Jay has been compromised, I repeat, Blue Jay has been compromised!” He shouted, still moving, still trying to get you out. Your eyes wandered, looking back as you saw the men who made an oath to protect you lifeless. Blood, the crimson red of blood painted all over the off-white walls and porcelain floor. Your head spun back to Thomas when you heard him speak. “Extraction executed in 0005, all men in their positions!” You knew what that meant. Five minutes for you to leave the premises, it meant that outside, men were waiting to usher you out of here, to save you. But the gunfire went on raging, the few men still standing shooting back into the smoke. The buzzing that kept on ringing in your head was loud, your heart beating as if it would stop functioning at any given moment and your pants were wet. Your pants were wet. You... Oh. You couldn’t even feel embarrassed, you didn’t even give it a second thought as you were finally met with the cold air of the outside. The screaming, crying, explosions and gunfire was all you could hear before you felt a warm shock go through your body. It hit right below your hips, on your thigh, and extended to the rest of your body. You didn’t give it any attention as you kept moving with Thomas to the black cars that parked extensively around the back of the house. The house was burning. You saw as you finally stopped in front of the door, eyes filling with water in horror. The house was burning. You had no time to mourn as they shoved you into the back seat, face hitting the leather as the warm feeling on the back of your thigh now turned into a raging ache, making a scream erupted from the dept of your lungs. Thomas looked at you as your hands reached back to stop the pain. “Blue Jay has been hit, evacuate immediately!” He screamed to the driver before jumping into the back seat with you, but as he closed the door his body flinched, a groan leaving his lips as he lifted his suit jacket and saw the red flow around the fabric. The gunfire started hitting the car again and again. “Go, Go, Go!” He yelled, regardless. And the car was rushing off, tires screaming into the asphalt as you were finally evacuated from the war zone. Or so you thought. You were screaming in agonizing pain as Thomas clenched the side of his body. He shook, but never let go of his gun. “Miss, listen to me.” He started speaking, but you couldn’t think of anything else but the pain that took over you, head to toe. “Miss, fucking listen!” He screamed, and you opened your eyes, looking back at him, breathing as if you were having a panic attack. Maybe you were having a panic attack. “You have to stay awake, you have to pay attention to what I’m about to say to you because if you don’t you will die, do you understand?” Thomas scolded as he cringed in pain. You nodded, trying to focus but already feeling your mind hazy. “You’ve been shot. We will only be able to receive medical attention when we get to the military base on the border, so you have to fight to stay awake.” He spoke to you, but also to himself. “When we get there, we will have little time to access your wound before they find out where our extraction point is.” Thomas’ words felt groggy, he was struggling to stay awake. “You will have to go under, they have to think you’re dead, otherwise they will not stop coming for you.” You shook your head, not understanding why this all was happening. “What’s happening Thomas, wh-what’s happening?” You didn’t notice you were crying, your face dirty and wet as you clenched your own wound as your life depended on it, and it did. “Eagle has fallen.” Was all he said and the ringing in your ears grew louder. You knew what that meant too and soon your entire body shook as sobs of desperation filled your body. “Miss... Please, p-pay attention, I understand you’re in pain, but you need to listen to me.” You could hear the knot in Thomas’ throat as he spoke. He had been working for your family for so many years now, three months from now it would become eight years. “We’re going rouge now, Miss, you have to stay hidden, I contacted a colleague, he promised to help under the radar, so you have to live Miss, you’re all we have left.” Although he was the one meant to protect you, you could see the plea in his eyes, you were his only hope. You were the country’s only hope. You nodded, a sob choking you up as tears streamed furiously down your cheeks. You tried sitting up, back against the door as you looked at Thomas. His head laid back on the seat and the gun still firm in his hand, you extended your shaking hand, he looked down and took yours, bloody hand gripping your fragile fingers tightly in reassurance. Then it was silent. The silence must have lasted about thirty minutes, at least that’s what you thought, gripping Thomas’ hand all the way to your destination while you struggled to stay awake, blood loss causing you to shake and feel cold. As your eyes fluttered shut, you always forced your mind to stay awake, jumping in your seat and looking at the dark road ahead, the driver silent as he drove as fast as it was physically possible. Soon you could see light, a flickering light on the horizon. It was the military camp, your eyes bulging open as you felt like your nightmare was now going to end. As the car got closer and closer you started shaking Thomas’ hand. “We’re here...” You looked ahead, your head turning to the man beside you. “Thomas, we’re here!” But he was silent. You looked at him, eyes closed and head resting back. Your eyes came down to your held hands, his grip loose while yours remained firm on his. His grip on his gun that was once like a vice was now gone, the object resting on his lap. You had little time to access what it all meant before the car was stopping and the door swung open before your body was pulled out by force, screams, and shouts of your name echoed in your head but your eyes were trained on the man that had known you since you were 14, the man that had taken care of you, that had risked his family, his life for you, that man that had now died for you. You made no sound as you were put on the stretcher, an oxygen mask being put over your mouth, flashlight coming in contact with your iris You knew you barely reacted, eyes welling up in tears as you were rushed into a secluded tent, between shouts and people rushing around, your body couldn’t handle it anymore, you remembered what Thomas had said; you had to stay awake and no matter how much you tried to fight it you knew that now you could, and your eyes shut as it was once again quiet.
Your eyes fluttered open, and you saw a bright white light, the air was brushing your hair and you still had the oxygen mask on. Your brows furrowed as your ears functioned, the loud noise of a propeller getting closer as you now understood you were in the air, being brought onto a helicopter. Your eyes shifted to the side. All you saw was the night, and you turned your head, leaving it on the edge of the stretcher looking down at the camp. Your eyes moved a little further as you saw cars and trucks racing towards the camp the sound of gunshots made your body jump, regardless of it being restrained on the stretcher that was being pulled into the air. Soon, you were in the helicopter, your head spun around as you watched the camp be attacked below you and not a second later the helicopter was off into the night and you watched as the fainting lights became red with fire. Your body remained restrained, a dull ache flowing all over as you not yet had processed all that had happened. Your eyes streamed without your knowledge, looking back up at the pitch-black ceiling of the aircraft. You shook as you cried, whoever was in that aircraft with you was silent, and even if they spoke you couldn’t hear them. They allowed you to feel the ramifications of all that has happened in a matter of hours, and you silently thanked them for it. An hour went by before you noticed your body was no longer restrained and you tried to sit up, body weak and broken as two hands helped you sit on your good side. You looked at the stranger but couldn’t see his face; a mask and helmet covered it. And you looked ahead at the pilot, same thing. You sat quietly all throughout your trip to wherever it was Thomas had arranged you to go. Your chest constricted. Thomas... The tears continued to flow like it was a never-ending waterfall, and even if you tried to rationalize everything, you were gone, in a state of shock. The sun rose on the horizon and somehow that made you feel calmer, the anesthetic they had used wearing off as the pain of your gun wound started to hurt. You looked ahead at the only window the helicopter had, you could see the desert and abandoned buildings here and there. A war zone. Soon, you were landing in one of them, the aircraft stopping only a few seconds before the door was being pulled open and you saw a man in a suit, thick black glasses and a file in his hand. His hair was going wild with the wind the propeller made. “Miss Y/L/N?” The man shouted over the noise. You nodded at him and he extended his hand. You took it, being helped by the stranger inside the helicopter on your way down. Hand coming to the back of your neck and making you crouch down, the suited man guided you into one of the abandoned buildings. As you made your way in the helicopter made its way out. The noise was now gone, only the sound of the desert wind blowing between the abandoned buildings. The mand stopped in a room, a chair, and a table were the only things there. He pointed for you to sit and you did so, hissing at the pain on the back of your legs. The man sat down on the table, letting the file rest beside him before he sighed and rubbed his face with both hands, stressed. He was older, maybe in his mid-fifties. It was quiet for a while before he finally looked at you. “Miss, I can only imagine what you have been through in the past ten hours.” He started. He was American, you looked away, flashes of the horrors you had lived coming like a rush into your head. “I assume Thomas explained a little of the situation before...” He pursed his lips and you looked at him, swallowing hard as you knew what he would say. “My name is Phillip Jackson, I served with Thomas a while back for the CIA and on the field. It seems that we have to make you disappear for a while.” You looked down at your hands. Dirty, bloody, shaking. You opened your mouth to speak. “What happened?” You questioned and heard your voice come out weak, hoarse. The man sighed again. “There was an attack on the Whitehouse, an organized attack all over the country, and we have little information about who it’s from and why. The only information is that there were no survivors.” He said. “Miss as much of a patriot as I am, I have a hunch that this was an inside job and you are an asset, so we gotta keep you alive. Thomas was a dear friend of mine and I will put my best men to protect and hide you.” You swallowed and nodded, unable to even access the fact that your family was gone. “Are you CIA?” You questioned. After all, if this was an inside job, what made you so sure this man was working for the right side of the government. “No, Miss, I am a private contractor. All my men are former Special Forces, SEAL, Marine, CIA, White Tiger, BOPE, we work with several specialized soldiers from around the world.” He said. “That means you make money off war.” You argued, eyes roaming your ripped pants. “Well, Miss, yes, but I in no way enjoy watching innocent people lose their lives.” He argued back, and you looked up again, eyes meeting his. You sighed, this was no time to argue over politics, your life was at risk and if Thomas trusted this man, you would have to take a leap of faith. “Where am I going to?” You questioned, face scrunching up in pain as the sharp sting from your wound overcame your body. “I don’t know.” He said and pursed his lips, grabbing the file and handing it to you. You furrowed your brows, extending your hand and taking it. “I assigned three men, the one in charge is my most trusted agent. The other two are his most trusted agents. For security reasons, I told him not to disclose any information as of where you’re headed and for how long.” You said nothing while you opened the file. Three papers inside, no pictures, just names. None of them American. You looked back up, Philip already understanding your confusion. “Miss, my men work for money and given that this might be an inside job, I figured it was wiser if I recruited non-Americans for this job in particular. Ones that wouldn’t be easily persuaded into handing you over.” It was your turn to sigh. “And how are these men being paid to protect and hide me, Mr. Jackson?” You looked back up at him. His brow lifted, side of his lips lopsided in a smirk. “They owe me.” Was all he said. You decided not to argue, after all, this was in your best interest. Or so you hoped. “There is a mattress in the other room, try to get some rest, they will be here by the hour,” Phillip said before he got down from the table and leaned in, resting a hand on your shoulder. “Thomas was very dear to many people and his life’s mission was to protect you, I have no intention of letting him down anytime soon.” He said, and you once again looked down at the open folder on your lap. Three papers, three names. Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, and Jeon Jungkook. You looked back up at him and nodded before you got up in a struggle and tried to walk. It was hard. You held the folder in your hand as you limped your way to the other room. Everything was dirty, dust all over, but you couldn’t complain, you slowly made your way to the dusty mattress and slowly got on it. Laying down finally, you tried to ignore the pain, bringing the file up and reading. The one in command was the youngest for what you could tell. White Tiger agent, an anti-terrorism unit. After that, he served three times as a special forces soldier for the U.S. before he became a mercenary, going rough. He was charged for war crimes and pardoned by his own government a few years later, then joined Phillip Jackson’s private Operation Unit. Unites build for maximum execution. The other two weren’t far behind, charged with similar crimes but pardoned before joining Phillip. They were all young but seemed highly experienced in the field. Soon your eyes fluttered, resting the file on your chest, you allowed yourself to drift off to sleep, the flashes of the horror you have lived playing underneath your eyelids. It felt like you had slept for two minutes.
“Wake up!” Someone said loud and your eyes shot open, a loud gasp being pulled out of you as your body jerked up, resting on your hands. You blinked twice before you could make out the figure standing in front of you. Dark eyes, dark brown hair and a jawline so defined that it could slice you in half. He was young and oh so very attractive. He had no emotion on his face, eyes void of anything, but that seemed so dark that it held nothing but rage and pain. He threw something at you, making you flinch. You looked down at your lap, clothes. “Put these on, we leave in fifteen.” His voice was cold and sharp, and you barely had time to process before he was out of the room. You looked back down at the clothes, camo. You struggled to get up but did so before you peeled off your ruined clothes. The wraps around your wound were red with blood and you knew you had to change it soon. But you went on, putting on the cargo pants that fit you perfectly and the tight brown tank top. You heard a whistle behind you and you turned around to see another face, different from the one that woke you up. His hair was white, so white that it looked like snow, and his eyes were just as dark as the one from before. He raised an eyebrow at you, and you pursed your lips. You knew he had probably seen something, but you couldn’t scold him. “Boots.” Was all he said before he left a pair of black boots at the door and walked out. “Ten minutes!” You heard him shout from the other room. You quickly finished getting dressed, leaving your clothes folded on top of the filthy mattress. You looked at your blouse, it was a rose color, well, now it was dirty, bloody and ripped. You remembered when you and your mother had gone to buy it in Paris in one of your father’s diplomatic trips a few years back, a few years before you had taken on a diplomatic journey yourself, studied political science and represented your country in small discussions here and there in your father’s place. You felt your eyes water again. Your life would never be the same, never go back to what it was. There would be no more Sunday breakfast with your parents or a late-night call from your father to tell you he’s proud of you. You swallowed the lump in your throat, rubbing your hands on your face before you walked out of the room. There stood five men. Philip was talking to the one that had woken you up, a quiet conversation, and when you walked into the other room, eyes lifted in your direction. The man ignored you, going back to speak to Phillip as the blond surveyed your appearance and the other beside him lifted an eyebrow, a knife digging into an apple as he looked back at the blond beside him. “She looks like shit.” He said a twitch on his lower lip. You bit your lower lip, unphased by his comment. You had no expectations that these men would act civil around you. Sighing, you remained silent, approaching the men. Phillip lifted his hand at the man speaking to him. “Miss Y/L/N...” He started, and you interrupted. “Please, just Y/N.” You stated. “Y/N, this is your unit, they’ll be in charge of your security and in charge of keeping you hidden. Yoongi..” He introduced and the white-haired man lifted his hand, unamused. “... Hoseok...” The one with the apple nodded in your direction, without making eye contact. “and Jungkook.” He looked at the man beside him, the one that had woken you up. He looked at you. Even if you didn’t know that this man was highly skilled to kill, he’d intimidate you. It was as if he was looking deep into your soul. “This is where I say my goodbyes,” Phillip said, and you gulped. You took a few steps and closed the space between you, extending your hand. He took it, a worried and pitted look on his face. “Godspeed, Y/N.” And you knew that from this moment on, the three men in the room were in charge of you. You looked back at the one called Jungkook, waiting for instructions, he sighed. “Are you injured?” He questioned, and you nodded. “Where?” He asked impatiently. “U-Uhm, back of my left thigh.” You answered nervously. “What’s the source of the wound?” He questioned again, taking a few steps towards you. “I was shot.” You said in a small voice. All three heads turned in your direction. The one named Hoseok furrowed his brows. “Aren’t you in pain?” He questioned. You took in a deep breath, the ache still raging through your body. “Yes.” Was all you answered. Everyone was silent, even Phillip. You forgot to acknowledge the other suited man right behind him. “So, she can’t walk for much, run for much, we’ll have to make camp every ten hours to clean out her wound, how he fuck do you expect me to keep her alive if she’s her own liability?” Jungkook looked at Phillip with annoyance in his tone. You felt as if you weren’t in the room, as if you were just some pathetic, worthless thing and not a human being. Phillip seemed unphased by his comment, shrugging. The man looked back at you and once again threw something in your direction. Your reflexes were terrible and of course, the heavy object landed at your feet. It was a backpack, a heavy backpack. You lifted it and put it onto your back. “We’re moving out. Hoseok, ground rules.” He announced before he was heading out of the building. All men followed suit, except for Hoseok, that walked beside you. “You keep up, you make no noise, you follow every order. If we say duck, you duck if we say run you run. No hesitation, no second thought. We know who you are and we don’t care, our only job is to make sure you stay alive and well-hidden until this is over. We won’t hesitate in taking violent measures to make you understand.” Hoseok said without looking at you, you limped your way outside, nodding at his words. As you made your way out, there were two military cars waiting. Phillip and the other suited man got in on and Jungkook, Yoongi, and Hoseok in the other. You looked at Phillip once last time and he gave you a soft smile before he was off. “Come on Miss President, we got no time to lose.” Said Hoseok once again and you made your way into the car. Jungkook was in the driver’s seat, Yoongi beside him and Hoseok in the back with you. As you drove off, sand lifted and blurred your vision, you covered your eyes and coughed a few times before the view was cleared. It was silent in the car as you drove off into the desert. You just then realized you had no idea where you were. You were lost and your life in the hand of three strangers. You looked out the window, all you could see for miles was sand, and after what seemed like forty minutes of silence, Jungkook looked in the review mirror, taking in your appearance. “She does look like shit.” He said and the man beside you chuckled. You side-eyed him and scoffed. “I’m right here.” You clapped back. “Fine, you look like shit,” Jungkook said again, eyes back on the path before him. “Oh, do I? I haven’t noticed.” You said sarcastically, looking back at him. It was Yoongi’s turn to chuckle. “She’s got an attitude.” He said and Jungkook hummed in response. You noticed that they all had a deceived perspective of who you were. For all they knew, you were the president’s daughter. They knew nothing of your life and your struggles, your ideology and what you’ve fought for. You rolled your eyes and looked back out the window. “Where are we going?” You questioned when the car fell silent again. Jungkook didn’t answer, instead, he looked at Yoongi in a silent command. Yoongi turned to face you. “We have three destinations before the safe house, the first destination is code name, Red Hawk. We have a friend there that can give us shelter for the night, food, water... And a place where you can look like a human again.” Hoseok once again chuckled, and you breathed in. If you had known you would be stuck with three annoying assholes, you might have asked Phillip for his second most trusted agents. “The second destination is code name Seamore, they’ll provide us with a border entrance into Morrocco under the radar, we will have only a few hours to cross without being noticed.” Yoongi looked back to the front. “The third destination is code name, Armstrong. Last resting point before the safe house. I’ll refrain from giving you the exact coordinates in case we’re compromised.” He said, and you nodded. “We’ll have to ditch the car tomorrow and then we have a two-day walk to Red Hawk. Resting periods will be two hours only.” You sighed. You didn’t know if your body was well prepared for something like this, but you had to stay alive no matter what. You had a long journey ahead of you, a journey you had no idea how long would last. Soon, it was silent again. You don’t know for how long you’d have been driving, all you could see was sand ahead of you. Eventually, you looked into the backpack they had handed you, Hoseok’s eyes trained on your every movement. There were clothes, the same ones you were wearing, a jacket, two big canteens of water, something that looked like food bars, several. Gauze and antiseptic. You haven’t even noticed you were hungry until you saw the food bars. The loud noise that erupted from your stomach was enough to get the attention of Hoseok. “Eat one.” He said simply and you shook your head. “No, we should save these.” You said not looking his way. He scoffed. “Listen, you need energy for tomorrow, if you’re drained of it today you’ll collapse after a few miles.” He argued, and you looked at him, meeting his eyes. They seemed just as dark as the two other men in the front, yet there was a kindness to them. He seemed almost worried about you. You put your hand in and took one out, closing the backpack and leaning back again with a wince of pain. “When was the last time you changed your bandages?” He asked, voice low as the wind hit the car with its high speed. You shook your head, too many memories invading your thoughts at once before you opened your mouth to answer. “I haven’t, I fainted before they took care of the wound and I woke up while I was being pulled into the helicopter, right before they attacked the camp.” You said, voice becoming low again. Hoseok looked at the back of Yoong’s seat, pursing his lips. “12 hours.” You heard Jungkook’s voice. Your eyes lifted to the review mirror. He wasn’t looking back at you. “You have to change them or else it’ll get infected.” He said, and you nodded again. “Will we stop?” You asked and Yoongi chuckled. “What?” You questioned, brows furrowed. “You want us to stop the car in the middle of nowhere so you can change your bandages?” Yoongi questioned, turning to you. You were quiet, looking around as you gather your thoughts. “Well, I’ll be naked.” You stated and Yoongi shrugged. “And?” He questioned. You looked from him to Hoseok and to the review mirror where Jungkook didn’t look back. Your mouth opened and closed several times, not because you were outraged, but because you knew that you had no other choice. Of course, they weren’t going to pull over so you could have some privacy while cleaning your wound. You shook your head. “Fine.” You scoffed, opening the food bar and taking a big bite. It tasted terrible. Bitter and sandy in your mouth. You made a face and Hoseok laughed. “Don’t worry, princess, we won’t look,” Hoseok said with a teasing voice. After you finished eating your food bar reluctantly you stuffed the wrapper into the bag and took out the gauze and antiseptic. Your eyes lifted to Hoseok, he had one brow lifted as he looked at you. You squinted at him, lips twisting. Taking the hint, he rolled his eyes before he was turning his body and looking away. Slowly, you lifted your body off the seat, pushing your pants down. The hiss you gave didn’t go by unnoticed by the three. Yoongi eyed Jungkook, and he looked through the review mirror. “Did they remove the bullet?” He questioned. You stopped your movements, your pants rested at the edge of your knees, your once white lace lingerie soaked in blood still on your body. You looked back at him, resuming. “I don’t know.” You answered him. “Hoseok.” Was all he said before the man that had his back to you turned, your eyes slightly bulged as he took out a knife and approached you. “Wait, wait, what are you doing?!” You pushed him away. “I need to check if the bullet is still there.” He said as if it were obvious. “What are you going to do with the knife?” You questioned. “Cute your bandages off.” He said once again as if it were obvious. You looked back at Jungkook; he looked annoyed. But you didn’t argue, shifting your weight so that you had your ass lifted to the side, where Hoseok could to what he needed to do. “Nice ass, Miss President.” He teased, and you shot him a murderous look. Looking back at the review mirror to see if you were being put on full display for everyone, you saw that Jungkook had his eyes back on the road, same with Yoongi. You rested your head on the side of the car before you felt Hoseok grip the edge of the bandages and start cutting through it. Soon, the bloody material was pulled away. “Ah, this looks bad,” Hoseok said, and you looked back at him. He had a pained look on his face. “I can’t tell if they took out the bullet, but they didn’t sow her up, just staples, I’m guessing that they didn’t take it out,” Hoseok said a Jungkook hummed. “How much does it hurt?” Hoseok looked up at you, fingers gently resting on your thigh and pulling at the skin slightly. That sent a sharp pain through your body and you groaned, hands balling into fists before you were biting on your lower lip. “Fuck!” You cursed out. “Shit, I’m sorry.” He extended his hand and grabbed the materials. “I-I can do it myself.” You said feeling your body hot and your breath quicken, but Hoseok laughed, opening the gauze. “Don’t take this the wrong way but, you can’t. If you’re in this much pain from just that, you won’t be able to do it yourself.” He leaned back, taking off his belt, and you just watched. “Bite on this, it will help” And he leaned forward, hovering the leather over your mouth. You hesitated for a while, before opening your lips and taking it. Your eyes shifted to the review mirror where you saw the dark eyes look straight into yours, you didn’t look away, breathe picking up as you knew the pain you were about to feel would be a lot worse than what you had felt before. And soon, you bit down hard onto the leather, a throated scream leaving you as your eyes shut closed and a shock of pain went through your body. It was so intense you felt your stomach turn, your muscles twitch uncontrollably and that had been just one swipe. At the second swipe, your vision blurred, everything around you turning black. “I think she’s fainted.” You heard Hoseok’s muffled voice. “She’s out.” And everything was silent again. “Nah, I don’t think Jimin is that stupid.” You heard Hoseok’s voice, but it was no longer by your side. “Fine, we’ll bet on it, a thousand bucks,” Yoongi spoke, only he was still where he was before. You slowly opened your eyes, brows furrowing as you noticed you were in the same position as you had fainted into. Head resting on the glass, your pants were still down yo your knees, but now your wound was wrapped in fresh bandages. Your head lolled back noticing that Hoseok was the one driving now, Yoongi still in the passenger seat. That meant that the body beside you was Jungkook and you tuned your head in his direction. He was looking down into a small black notebook with no cover, face serious. You noticed the small scar he had on his cheek, wondering how he got it and if it was in battle. You felt your mouth dry as you swallowed. “I suggest you pull up your pants.” He said in a low voice without looking at you. You blinked a few times before shifting. “Oh, hey, you woke up,” Hoseok said looking at you. “Jungkook told us your code name was Blue Jay.” You looked back at Jungkook. He was closing the small notebook and shoving it into his pocket. You pulled up your pants with a bit of difficulty. It took you a few seconds before you answered. “Uh, yeah, Blue Jay.” You said voice hoarse and Hoseok hummed. “Why Blue Jay?” Yoongi questioned, his head turning in your direction. You rested your head back, feeling it ache. “All my family had bird code names, my mother was Cardinal.” You said looking out the window and noticing the sun setting on the horizon. She was Cardinal. She was. “And your father?” Yoongi asked. You looked back at him, a deep sorrow taking over you. “Eagle.” You said low. Yoongi looked back ahead. “Cliche.” Was all he said. And you shook your head, your family was all dead. It finally settled in and your eyes welled up, silent tears flowing down your face. The car went silent as they noticed your silent sobs. “We’re sorry for your loss, Y/N,” Hoseok mumbled. You said nothing, did nothing, just allowed yourself to mourn your family in silence as the sun was setting. Your father had always been a respected man, loyal, intelligent and kind. The people loved him deeply. But, he pissed off a lot of big people when he would vet congress decisions that helped the rich when he gave more attention to minorities than to the lobby men and everything good came with a price; you assumed. And your father’s price was his life. “Why birds?” Yoongi asked quietly in an effort to distract you. You sniffed, looking at him. “I... I don’t even know, I was given that code name when I was 14, Thomas never said why.” You answered “Hm, did you like it?” His voice was calm. Slowly you stopped crying. “I never even gave it a thought.” You shook your head. The small talk was helping, of course, but you couldn’t ignore the silent man beside you. “I think Blue Jay is nice, but I don’t think it fits you,” Yoongi said. You raised your eyebrows. “Chose a new one.” You heard the man beside you speak. Your head turned in his direction, he was looking out the window before he also turned to face you. “What?” You asked. “Chose a new one. We can’t call you Blue Jay, we can’t call you by your name either.” He stated. “And we definitely can’t call you Miss President,” Hoseok said in the front seat. You looked down at your fingers. You thought about everything that had happened to you so far. You watched your most loyal friend and security die; you watched people all around you die in order to protect you. You were weak, slow, a liability to yourself just as Jungkook has said. You were worthless at this point. Something that brought death and despair. “Raven.” You said and everyone looked at you. “Another bird?” Yoongi questioned, and you nodded. They went silent for a while. “It fits you,” Jungkook said, looking ahead. You didn’t know if that meant he agreed with your own thoughts as to why you chose the name or if he thought it fitted your aura more, regardless, it hurt. As you stopped speaking, Hoseok and Yoongi went back to their conversation. Something about a man named Jimin accepting a job offer that was very underpaid. They argued over his intelligence and eventually settled on a thousand dollars in a bet. Jungkook remained quiet the whole trip, never sparing you a glance. At some point, the car stopped so Hoseok could switch places with Jungkook. As the night rolled in, Hoseok slept beside you and Yoongi slept in the passenger seat. You remained awake, looking at the clear sky, there were so many stars, something you’ve never seen before and you couldn’t help but feel calm. You glanced at the review mirror a few times, Jungkook always focused ahead, you noticed just how attractive he was, not just him, but the other two men too. Deciding to look again, you saw his eyes on you and you looked away quickly. “Take a picture, it lasts longer.” He said in a stern voice. You rolled your eyes. “Is being a royal dick a requirement to be part of your unit?” You questioned. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I being mean?” He said in a sarcastic voice. “My job isn’t to be nice to you, Miss, it’s making sure you remain alive.” He clapped back. “If you’re not satisfied, you can request a new unit when we get to Red Hawk.” At this, you sat up. “Regardless of who you think I am, you have no fucking right to speak to me that way. If you didn’t want the fucking job, you shouldn’t have taken it.” You argued. “I bet you think I’m just a spoiled rich girl.” At this, he hummed in agreement. “You don’t know shit about me, Jungkook.” “I know a lot more than you think.” He said, and you went quiet. “You, on the other hand, know absolutely nothing about me.” “I know more than you think.” You mused. “Cause you read my file?” He ironized. “Is this where you tell me your sad childhood story of why you became a special op and I feel sorry for you and tell you your trauma isn’t what defines you?” He pursed his lips. “Most definitely not, and even if I had a sad childhood story, you would be the last person I open up to.” “Good.” You said, and he chuckled. “What?” Jungkook lifted his eyes to the review mirror to look at you before he opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His eyes changed, going dark as his mouth closed and lips turned into a straight line. You furrowed your brows, noticing the change in his demeanor. “We’re being followed.” He said in a low voice and a shiver went through your body. You turned around looking through the back glass, but you saw nothing. Yoongi and Hoseok were awake by the time Jungkook had finished his sentence. It was as if they weren’t even asleep. You looked back again, but couldn’t see anything. “Hoseok?” Jungkook questioned, and the man took his gun, the sound clicking in your head as he looked back to where you were looking. “Two vehicles, military.” He said and you still couldn’t spot them in the dark. “Cut the lights,” Yoongi said, and suddenly the car lights where gone. Your body started to shake, you couldn’t believe you were going through this again. “What are our exit possibilities?” Yoongi questioned, his own gun shining in the moonlight. “West is Thunderstorm, East is Gallaticus, we can’t go north now, they know where we’re going,” Hoseok answered. “Thunderstorm isn’t reliable,” Jungkook answered. “Fuck, not Gallaticus.” Yoongi cursed. You had no idea what they were talking about, but you were still shaking in your seat. “They’re coming in fast, Jungkook, we gotta make a choice.” Hoseok urged. “Fuck...” He cursed. “We won’t have time to access, we’re going to have to engage,” Jungkook said, Hoseok and Yoongi both looked at him. And you swallowed. Suddenly, Jungkook stopped the car. “Yoongi, you know what to do, Hoseok, get Raven into safety, then come back and cover us.” Suddenly the car doors were opening, and they were all getting out, Jungkook and Yoongi walked to the car trunk pulling out whatever they needed. You pulled your bag with you as Hoseok pulled you further into the night desert. He hid you under a dune of sang, opening your backpack and covering your body with the camo jacket that was inside. “You stay down, you don’t get up under any circumstances, you are going to hear shooting, don’t make a sound, don’t flinch, don’t cry, I’ll come back to get you when it’s over.” From where you laid on the sand you could see Hoseok run back to them, it a matter of seconds they disappeared and silence took over. All you could hear was the harsh desert wind. Your eyes bulged, you had no idea where they were going to come from; you hadn’t seen anything when you were in the car. Suddenly you saw them, three men all dressed in camo, face covered by a mask and night vision goggles. Approaching the car, they each went to one side. You tried your best to keep quiet as they approached the vehicle, heavy rifles in their hands. You saw everything happen, the man in the back silently shot in the head, body falling down on his knees before his face was in the sand, lifeless, the other two pivoted rushing towards him and the further one groaned before he fell to his knees, Yoongi coming from under the car and stabbing a knife in his head, the lasting man turned to Yoongi faster than you expected rifle lifted into the air, and you saw as a dark shadow came behind him and pulled his boy back, the rifle shooting up to the sky. The sound was loud, the flashes of light beaming into the air. You gasped, but it was over as fast as it had started. Three lifeless bodies laid beside the car, Jungkook was the one that had pulled the man back, his knife slicing through the man’s throat like it was a piece of paper. Suddenly, the bodies were being pulled to rest in front of the car. It wasn’t over yet. They all disappeared again. You remained to shiver in your spot as you watched. Once again, three men appeared, this time more alert. They quickly found Yoongi, a series of shooting and fighting erupted, Hoseok coming to help as they were unable to use their weapons. The three men that were in charge of keeping you safe fought against the men sent to kill you. Your eyes welled up again. No... No, Hoseok told you not to cry. You tried your best to silence your whimpers, as you watched them fight in the darkness. Once one man was down, Hoseok ran to help Yoongi. You watched as a sudden relief started washing over you. But, of course, you weren’t that lucky. Two more men approached, and now your unit was outnumbered. The gunshots were deafening. You hid your head, not wanting to watch any longer. A hand came to rest on your shoulder and you looked up, but you were met with no eyes, just a man in a mask and night vision goggles. Your eyes bulged, and he aimed the gun at you. “Jungkook!” You screamed, and you heard a loud gunshot. Shutting your eyes closed you waited to feel the pain, the warmth, whatever was going to take over you, but instead, you felt the wet splatters of liquid hit your face, a body falling before you. It was all quiet again for a few seconds before you felt a hand on you, you jumped back, crawling away and shooting your eyes open, it was Jungkook, he looked back at you with both hands up, his gun in one of them. “We have to go, come on.” He said and helped you up, you took your things and stumbled back into the car. “Don’t look,” he said, his grip tight on your arm as he pushed you into the backseat, getting in and hitting the car twice. That was the signal to drive and even if you didn’t know who was driving, either Hoseok or Yoongi you didn’t have the courage to look, Jungkook holding your head down onto his lap with a vice grip on your neck. It took about twenty minutes before someone spoke. “How did they find us?” Is was Yoongi, he was driving, he was alive. “Satellite,” Jungkook answered, and you noticed the way his voice vibrated through his body. Your head remained rested on his lap, his hand never moving from your neck. “We should drive in the dark for a while.” You heard Hoseok’s voice. They were all alive. A relieved sigh left you and Jungkook’s grip loosened, but his hand remained on you. You felt how rough his fingers felt on your skin, his hands were warm and somehow that made you stop shaking. Soon, you were drifting off to sleep without noticing. In your light sleep, you could hear them talking from time to time. “Jungkook, do you want to drive?” Hoseok questioned. “No, you two can trade, I don’t want to wake her up.” His voice was soothing. And if it weren’t for your sleeping state, you would have sworn you felt his fingers gently caress your neck, but once again, never leave your skin.
You woke up with the sun rising, your eyes fluttering open as you noticed you were still nested in Jungkook’s lap. You slowly shuffled, looking up. Jungkook rested his head back against the seat, eyes shut. One hand was still on your neck, the other around your body, resting on your hips. You blushed unwillingly before you felt the pain on your side. You needed to sit. Trying to amble so you wouldn’t wake him proved to be useless because when you looked back up at him, his eyes were open, staring back at you as dark as the night. “H-hi.” You whispered, throat dry and lips chapped. He said nothing back. Instead, withdrawing his hands and reaching in front of him into your bag. He pulled out the water, opening the flask and nodding for you to sit up. You did so, struggling to sit up, and he handed to the bottle. “Small sips.” He said, and you obeyed. It was painful, actually. To drink liquid after so long, your mouth ached as you took small sips until the entire bottle was empty. When you were done, he took it from you, putting it back in the bag. You settled back, looking ahead at Hoseok and Yoongi. Something had changed after the attack during the night. Further ahead you saw a town come into view and your brows furrowed. “Is this Red Hawk?” You inquired. “No, we had to take a detour. This is Gallaticus, we’re taking cover here for a while before we head to Red Hawk,” Hoseok answered. As the car approached the city, you noticed it was full of people. It was a humble place, but colorful. There were a few men dressed in black with rifles in their hands, and a feeling of dread took over you. “Stay down, we don’t want anyone to see you,” Jungkook said, and you laid back down, this time next to his lap and not on it. As the car slowed down into the city, you drove for another fifteen minutes before the car stopped. “Ok, we’re here, grab your things, let’s go, and keep your head down,” Jungkook said and got out of the car. You followed, looking at the floor. Walking was hard, so you struggled to keep up. Impulsively you extended your hand and grabbed onto Jungkook’s shirt. He didn’t seem to care as he walked into the building. As soon as you were hidden from the city you let go, Jungkook stopped in his tracks, making you almost bump into him. When you looked back up you were in what looked to be a warehouse, an enormous warehouse. There were the same men dressed in black and armed all around, some curious eyes looking at you and the group of men that had just walked in. “Ah! You made it!” A deep voice was heard through the area and when your eyes found the owner of the voice, you blinked a couple of times. He was dressed in all black. Black shirt, black cargo pants, and black boots. His hair was grayish blond that was held back by a black hairband. “Taehyung,” Jungkook said, walking towards the man. You thought they were going to shake hands, but instead, they hugged. It was odd, seeing someone like Jungkook show affection, but it was also nice. It made you smile to see their closeness. Taehyung’s eyes roamed to the other two men. “Yoongi, Hoseok, long time no see.” He said with a large boxy smile on his face and Hoseok smiled back, going in for a hug just like Jungkook, Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, Yoongs, I know you missed me,” Taehyung said, pulling the white-haired man into an unwilling hug. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Yoongi said and pushed the man away gently. The man chuckled, eyes roaming the group of men before they landed on you, a glint of curiosity shining in them. “And you must be Raven.” He said. Although you knew well, that he knew that wasn’t your name. You nodded, and he took a few steps towards you. “You look tired, hungry and in a need of a warm shower, don’t you think?” He stopped in front of you, lips pursing and eyes kind as if he knew everything about what you had just been through. You couldn’t help but take his kindness in a full blow, eyes welling up and lips quivering. “Yes...” You said in a breath. “Yes, please.” He nodded. “Come with me.” He wrapped a hand around your shoulders and you didn’t protest. As you all walked into a hallway, Taehyung started talking. “So, I looked into what you asked me over the phone.” “And?” Jungkook asked. Taehyung stopped in front of a door but looked back at Jungkook. “I have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, but you’re going to need help.” He said with a worried tone to his voice. “What’s the fucking number Tae?” Jungkook asked, annoyed. “1.5b.” He said. “Holy shit!” Hoseok exclaimed. “That can’t be possible.” It was Yoongi’s turn to protest. “Are you sure?” Jungkook ignored whatever the information meant. “Yes, and I already know that many people like us are in for it.” He sighed. Jungkook looked at you, brows furrowed. “1.5b for one hit? Why? What the fuck could she possibly do?” Hoseok was still outraged. “Shut up, Hobi,” Taehyung said, noticing you put two and two together. It was a lot of money for you to be killed, you knew that. But it wasn’t about what you could do, but about what you knew. “I think she knows why,” Jungkook said, your eyes met his dark and hard ones, and Tae was opening the door. It was a large room with bunk beds. No windows. To the right, there was a door that led to what looked like a locker room shower. Four showers divided by white low walls and on the other side, toilets. As you made your way in with the rest of the group, Taehyung took your bag and left it on top of one bed. “Ok, sweetheart, I’ll bring you some food and some fresh water, you’ll probably need underwear and some shampoo. There are fresh towels in the lockers.” He smiled sweetly at you and you nodded. “Why aren’t you that good of a host with us?” Yoongi questioned, walking towards the bunk bed across from yours and dropping his bag. “Because, one, you’re not worth 1.5 billion dollars, and two, you don’t have soft skin and look as pretty as she does.” He smiled sarcastically at the boy and Hoseok laughed. You felt your cheeks blush, looking away from the men and down to your bag, pulling out the fresh clothes. “Hoseok, go with Taehyung, get rid of the car and we’re going to need backup if we’re going to make sure we deliver on this.” Hoseok nodded, following Taehyung out of the room. Yoongi looked at Jungkook, having a silent exchange of words with the man before he glanced at you. “I’ll go check if Red Hawk hasn’t been compromised.” He said and left the room. You were left there with Jungkook, in silence. Swallowing hard, you took the clothes into your hand, turning around and looking back at him. He was leaning against the doorframe, eyes trained on you. “You were right.” He said, eyes shifting down. You pursed your lips, deciding to sit down on the mattress. “About what?” You questioned, voice low. “I really don’t know shit about you.” His eyes met yours again. You were quiet, your eyes now hard. “I don’t want to know why you’re so important other than being the president’s daughter, but you should know that I signed up for something a lot bigger than I expected it to be.” You felt your cheeks burn in shame. You were a burden. You felt like one. A chuckle left you. “You know what Jungkook if I’m such a hassle, why not let me get killed, maybe that will help with the weight on your shoulders?” Jungkook didn’t show any sign of a reaction, eyes still burrowing into yours as if trying to read you. “You seem to think life has no value to me.” He said. “Mine apparently does, 1.5 billion dollars, why not just do it yourself?” You challenged. He was quiet before uncrossing his arms and taking a few steps in your direction. You suddenly felt scared. He and the other two men had taken out nine men in the desert with their own hands. You could only imagine how quickly he could end your life. He crouched down, your eyes following his every move as you silently shook. He extended his hand, gripping your chin and turning your head from side to side. “Go take a fucking shower, you smell like piss and blood.” He spat at you, letting your face go harshly before standing. Your breath was ragged, eyes raging at him as you watched him take a few steps back. You got up, walking into the bathroom all the way to last stall. Jungkook stood at the bathroom door, back turned to you. “You can leave.” You said, peeling your shirt off. “No, I can’t, you don’t stay alone.” He said, his head turning but not looking at you. You hung your shirt on the wall, opening your pants and putting them next to it. Unclasping your bra, you felt a sense of relief overtake you when your breasts were free. Looking down, you noticed the bandaged were bloody, and you knew you were going to need help to get them off. Taking in a deep breath, you sighed, eyes closing in frustration as you groaned. Jungkook seemed to notice. “What?” He asked. “I... I need help.” You said reluctantly. Jungkook turned around fully, looking at you. All he could see were your shoulders and your head, your cheeks were slightly flushed and your eyes on the floor. He walked towards you, your hands crossing over your bare chest. “The bandages.” You said as he stopped behind you. He was quiet for a few seconds before taking out his pocket knife. The sound of the metal opening made you flinch, the memory of watching Yoongi stab a man in the head rushing back into your memory. “Hold still.” He said before he crouched down, hand grabbing at the top edge of the bandage and cutting through. The sound brought you the image of him slicing that same knife through a man’s throat like it was nothing, you could still hear the gargling noises he made before he fell lifeless on the sand. Your body started shaking as you were suddenly taken over by fear. When Jungkook was done, you felt him gently peel the gauze off, dropping it beside him. You started sobbing, unable to move as your eyes shut tight. You had lost everyone, you were alone and scared, and your future was nothing but a big question. Everything you had seen for the past three days haunted you like a monster and now, finally, you felt as if it were too much to bear. Jungkook stood, noticing you violently shake and cry. Gulping down his own sorrows he sighed, he might be rude, relentless and cold, but he wasn’t heartless. Taking a step forward, he took the knife and cut through the fabric of your underwear. “Don’t worry, I won’t look.” He reassured although you were barely there. Cutting on both sides, he peeled it off, throwing it along with the gauze. He leaned forward, beyond you and turned the faucet, a hard stream of water hitting your body and making you jump, a loud sob escaping you. “Sh, it’s ok, it’s just water.” He spoke in a whisper and gently pushed you into the stream. You looked down, allowing the water to run through your body as the white floor stained red with your own blood and unknown blood. Maybe it was Thomas, but you knew it was everyone’s blood. Every single person who had died because of you. Your body only shook more as Jungkook turned you around, eyes trained on your face and never looking down. You met his hard eyes, but they seemed gentle for the first time. Slowly, he leaned your head back, allowing the water to soak your hair, and you closed your eyes. Taehyung, Hoseok, and Yoongi were all standing by the door at this point, watching everything in silence, in sorrow. You didn’t notice them, and you doubted you would have. “Focus on me,” Jungkook said, and you tried your best, but you just couldn’t hold back the sobbing and shaking of your body. “Taehyung, can you bring me the soap?” Jungkook asked, bringing the boy back from his thoughts. The boy cleared his throat, walking towards the end of the bathroom and extending his hand, head turned away. “Thank you,” Jungkook said and finally looked at him. Taehyung had the sad eyes, the ones he knew well enough, held pain and empathy. He looked back at his unit, both men looking down in silent reassurance. They were all feeling their own pain from their own life while they watched your suffering. Jungkook looked back at you, the fragile shaking woman in front of him. Taking the soap into his hand, he gently started rubbing it on your arms. “You can go now, Taehyung, take the boys with you, we’ll be there soon.” Jungkook’s voice was low and calm, but yet commanding. The man nodded and walked away, leaving a towel on the wall. As he walked away, Jungkook brought your head back down. “Can you go on by yourself?” He asked, and you nodded, your shaking hand resting over his and trying to take the soap. You clearly couldn’t go on by yourself. “Tell me when to stop.” He said and continued to rub the bar of soap on your arms, then up your shoulders and neck. He watched his hand as you slowly unfolded your arms over your chest and shakingly rested them on your side. The water was warm, not too hot, and the stream was hard on your back. Jungkook gulped, eyes coming up as you slowly stopped crying, but never stopped shaking. “I’m going to have to look.” He said, and you nodded. As he looked back at his hand, he brought it to your front, above your breasts. This was a fragile moment for you and he knew that he would never take advantage of it. He took in your breasts, eyes darkening unwillingly, he went around them with the soap, never touching. Bringing the bar to your other arm, he rubbed it, bringing it back up your shoulder and neck. Every movement he made felt gentle, careful. “Turn around.” He said in a whisper and you did so, his other hand brushing your hair off your back where he brought the soap and rubbed going down around your behind. At this point, his clothes were soaked from the splatters, but he didn’t care. The moment you had screamed his name in that dark desert, something had shifted inside of him. It was primal, a screaming voice in his head saying. “I need to protect her.” And it was so loud he couldn’t ignore it. As he watched, you laid on his lap while you slept he saw just how fragile you were, your skin dirty, yet soft, pink cracked lips, small neck, so easy to cut through that he held his hand there, scared that something would. He shook the thought off his head as he crouched down. Rubbing the soap on the back of your thigh and down your legs, he went around and back up, making sure every spot that was acceptable to clean, he would. He shifted to the other side where your wound was, he had to clean around it, he did so, gently hearing you hiss in pain as the bloody water soon turned clear beneath you. As he got up, he brushed his fingers through your wet hair, bringing the soap to clean your locks. He watched as you let your head back into his ministration, eyes closed and body now shaking less. As he rinsed he turned you around again, letting the soap rest on the soap dish in the wall and bring his hand to brush off the dirt and blood off your face. You closed your eyes, allowing his rough thumbs to brush your skin ever so gently. When he was done he took the soap again, putting it in your slightly shaking hand. “Now you gotta do the rest, little dove.” He said, and you nodded. Turning his back to you, you stared at the wet fabric of the brown shirt he was wearing, it was slightly soaked and you rubbed the soap on the parts he kindly left out, hand still shaking, you slowly calmed down, putting the soap on the soap dish and turning to turn the shower off. Jungkook turned his head to the side but didn’t look at you. “I-I’m done.” You said in a weak, small voice so low that he could barely hear you. Jungkook nodded. “Can you dry yourself?” He asked. “Y-yes.” You answered. “I’ll get your underwear, we’ll clean your wound and put on bandages when you’re done.” He walked away, leaving you alone for a while as you wrapped the white towel over your body, Jungkook walked back in, handing you the undergarments. He walked back out when you thanked him quietly. It took you a few minutes to realize just how intimate that had been as you slowly dried your body and put on the underwear. A white pair of cotton female underwear and a cotton top. Trying your best to dry your head given your still shaking hands you walked slowly out the bathroom, Jungkook seated on a chair, elbows resting on his thighs. He looked up at you as you limped slowly towards him. He made a motion with his fingers for you to turn around and you did, ass facing him. “Taehyung brought some pain killers and ointments, it’ll help you heal faster.” He said, and you nodded. “This is going to hurt, so I need you not to faint, you’re standing.” His voice was now starting to sound like it did before. As Jungkook began to clean your wound, you gripped onto the table in front of you. “Jesus fuck!” You cursed in pain, face contorting as you tried your best to endure. “I’m almost done.” He said, but the next stab of pain was harder, making you whimper and your body falter. Yet, you held yourself up, nails digging into the wood. “Okay, spread your legs.” He said, and you did so, cheeks hot. You were in your underwear in front of him, legs spread as he slowly wrapped you up. You were naked in front of him a couple of minutes ago, and just that was enough to make your cheeks burn hotter. Even if he had been respectful, only making sure you could clean yourself without having a complete meltdown, you couldn’t help the embarrassment that flood through you. “Turn around.’ He said and on wobbly legs, you did so, his eyes trained on the task in hand. You looked down at him, his hard features were almost soft from how close you were. You shut your eyes, breathing in before you spoke. “Thank you.” You said. He had just finished wrapping you up and he looked up at you, knowing you weren’t thanking him for just helping with your bandages. “Even if you think I’m tempted to take on the task and get rich, your death would weigh on my shoulders a lot more than the situation at hand.” He said, eyes on your thigh as he made sure it was properly set. “I know.” You whispered. He looked up, leaning back in the chair. Clenching his jaw and sighing. “Do you?” He questioned. Wondering if you doubted his integrity. You said nothing as he slowly got up. “Get dressed, you have to eat before you take any medication.” He said, and you moved to the bed, putting on the fresh clothes in silence. Jungkook never left the room. When you were done you walked towards him and he walked out of the room, you followed. As you made your way back to the warehouse, Taehyung, Yoongi, and Hoseok were sitting on the floor, some men you didn’t know around them, as they talked a laugh erupted through them as you finally came into Taehyung’s view. “Fresh and clean.” He said, and you smiled softly at him. Jungkook walked further, pulling a chair for you to sit down, and you thanked him before taking a seat. The air was thick. They had witnessed what had happened in the bathroom, an intimate, fragile moment that wasn’t meant for them, but yet, life as cruel as it was, allowed them to witness your pain. Trying to lighten up the mood, Hoseok cleared his throat. “We were telling Taehyung about the Jimin thing, he and Yoongi bet against me,” Hoseok said to Jungkook. Jungkook lifted an eyebrow, eyes shifting to Taehyung, he shrugged. “What can I say, Jimin can be quite stupid sometimes.” He said and everyone laughed, Jungkook included. You noticed how his face looked younger when he smiled, his front teeth jumping out a little and giving him a boyish look, almost as if he were a different person. “Who’s Jimin?” You asked, looking around at the men. “Jimin is the head of Red Hawk,” Yoongi said, passing you a hard plastic plate with bread, some chicken and what looked like mashed potatoes along with a hard plastic fork. You started eating slowly, watching as they handed the same thing to Jungkook and the rest of the men. “He’s a soft guy, but deadly, he’s one of the fastest.” Yoongi continued but was interrupted by a cough. “Oh, please, Jungkook, we all know he’s beaten you in speed at training more than a couple of times.” He indulged. Jungkook squinted at the man, eating his food eagerly. “Yeah, but I remember that on the field that was a completely different story.” He argued, swallowing down his food. Scoffing Yoongi took a bite of his bread. The food wasn’t bad, quite the opposite, it was good, but your stomach wasn’t thrilled with hard solid food after so long so you tried to eat slowly. “You all served together?” You asked, and this time Taehyung was the one to answer. “Well, us four, Jimin and two others. Jin and Namjoon.” Taehyung said. “We were the best unit on the field, served three times as a unit before shit went crazy,” Taehyung stated. You assumed he wouldn’t add on, and you assumed correctly. “But we are a family, brothers.” He said. “Speak for yourself, I despise you,” Yoongi said, and everyone laughed again, even you. Conversation flowed between them as you ate in silence. Sometimes you would glance at Jungkook and he would be quiet, almost as if not taking part in the conversation. His head working a thousand miles an hour. You had taken the pain medication and soon; it was just a small dull ache that made your head clearer than ever. You heard the men tell stories of when they served and stories about jobs they had gone on. What seemed like hours went by. Soon, the men had brought some alcohol into your circle, dinner being served not long after, and they put a fire lamp in the middle of the circle, everyone coming in and speaking a little about themselves. They all seemed to have immense respect for Jungkook, even if he was younger, it was as if he had lived more, seen more. Eventually, a man you didn’t know spoke up. “This is fun and all, but I can’t help but think you look really familiar,” The man in black clothing and a rifle on his back said, eyes on you. Four heads turned in his direction and you didn’t need to look to know who. You opened your mouth to answer, but Jungkook looked at you, shaking his head. The man noticed. “You seem like you’re very important, how about you tell me your name?” He questioned, a disgusting smile on his face. “That’s none of your business, Kyle,” Taehyung said in a low, yet threatening voice. “Oh, it’s not, boss? Because I think you hiding a 1.5 billion dollar worth hit from us makes it my business.” He quirked an eyebrow towards Taehyung. “What were you going to do? Take her away and keep all that money to yourself?” He questioned, you slowly felt your body shake again, eyeing Jungkook and the others. They were all looking at the man named Kyle, dark and dangerous eyes staring at him. “She’s not here for the hit, she’s here for protection.” Taehyung spat at him. “Are you fucking kidding me? Not gonna lie, I was wondering why you’d feed her and be kind before you’d kill her, I was thinking you were some sadistic bastard, but now I just know you’re stupid.” Kyle said shifting, the sound of several guns being pulled out and unlocked ready to fire ringed through the warehouse. “You touch one fucking hair on her head and I’ll put a bullet through your skull.” Jungkook’s voice was laced with danger, it wasn’t just a threat, it was a promise as he clutched his gun in his hand. You watched as Taehyung, Yoongi, and Hoseok all had their guns pointed at the man. Some of Taehyung’s men also had joined in and pointed the gun at him. You were staring back at the man, his eyes now slightly bulged as his arms were lifted in the air. The man chuckled. It made you shiver in your seat. “You all are idiots if you think you can protect her from what’s coming.” He spoke, eyes locked on yours. “I might not be the one to do it, but someone will.” He finished. “Raven.” Jungkook’s voice rang through the silence, his eyes still on the man. “Look away.” He said and your eyes bulged before you turned in your seat, looking the other way and the shot echoed through the warehouse. You flinched at the loud sound, a low thud being heard right after. You shook in your spot, not having the guts to look. “If anyone else has the same ideas as Kyle, speak now,” Jungkook said, and all you were met with was silence. You heard movement and a hand resting on your shoulder, you looked up at the dark eyes. ‘Let’s go." He said and you got up, his hand rested on the small of your back as he gently guided you back to the room, footsteps followed after you both. “A little warning would be nice next time,” Hoseok said while you walked down the hall. “You know he doesn’t pull out his gun if he’s not going to shoot,” Yoongi said, following right behind. As you made your way into the room Jungkook sat you down. You looked at the three men in front of you, Taehyung joining right after. “How reliable are your men?” Jungkook quickly questioned, looking up at him. “He was a new recruit, only a month here. The others have been here longer, they’re smarter than to pull any shit on me.” He said, but you noticed that wasn’t a good enough answer for Jungkook. He looked back at you, head going a thousand miles an hour. “We’ll take shifts, two at a time, we leave before sunrise, Taehyung and me first.” He said, his eyes finally meeting them. They all nodded. “Get some rest.” He said, and you watched as Yoongi and Hoseok made their ways to the bunk beds. Jungkook sat down on the table and Taehyung on the chair. Both gripped their guns in their hands. You laid back, slightly shaking as you curled in on yourself. Jungkook had killed a man for just mentioning you being killed, he didn’t even think twice, and what Yoongi had said repeated in your head again and again. He didn’t take his gun out unless he was going to shoot.
raven unit I (m) jjk
Jeon Jungkook x Reader
‒ raven unit. (m) chapter one: gallaticus. ✎ [13k words]
genre: political!Au, taskforce!Au, warcrime!Au
warnings: eventual smut, angst, gore, violence, drug mentions, alcohol mention, graphic description of violence, death. With your life at risk and several people around you dead, your loyal head of security makes sure your safety is taken care of when he’s out of the picture. Three ruthless, dangerous and deadly men take on the task to protect and hide you, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok and the one in command, Jeon Jungkook. masterlist. chapter two. So, I would just like to mention I neglected my duties to write the requests sent my way because my good friend @diofulin had me thinking of this idea and when I knew it I had written 25k words and was looking at a small series. For what it’s worth, I hope you like it. Comment, reblog and I’ll be posting the nest chapter around Wednesday.
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