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Ride Or Die - Chapter 8 (M)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader

— word c | 10,000 

— genre | Mafia au!, angst , Smut.

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

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

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

Chapter’s Music: True

— Ride Or Die - Character Biography.

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As he parked in front of the mansion on the richer north side of the city, Jungkook sighed and turned off the engine, taking a look around the place before finally pulling the ignition keys and getting out of the vehicle, slamming the door and walking down the flower-lined path to the porch. He was not very happy to be there, he knew why his father had called him there. It was because of you. It had been almost a week since graduation had happened, it was two days from Christmas and he couldn’t be more happier with you until he got a call from his father saying that he needed to talk to him urgently. Jungkook and his father never got along very well, he was always compared to Jin and that always irritated him. "You should be like your brother," "If you used half your intelligence, you would do as well as Seokjin." Dean always annoyed Jungkook because he was his favorite son, because he knew Jungkook had inherited the hot blood of his ancestors, since Jin was quieter as his mother. Dean knew that Jungkook would be a good leader for his gang and that he would take the family business very well, but he wanted to prepare him.

JungKook entered the house without knocking, after all, he had lived there not long ago. He dismissed the servants' compliments and walked straight to his father's office, which was in a doorway below the stairs. As soon as he entered, he slammed the door behind him and walked toward the older man who was sitting at his desk, looking at something on his computer. He took a good look at Jungkook before turning his attention to the screen in front of him.

“I see you have not lost the annoying habit of hitting things.”

“I got it from you.” He said as he sat down in a comfortable armchair opposite the table next to a large bookcase. "Let's cut it short and tell me what you need from me. I have things to do.”

"Do not be so arrogant brat."

“Again, I got it from you," he said with boredom, stretching his hand back, picking up any book on the shelf and began to leaf through it. "So? "

“I was watching a video before you arrived, a video that I have analyzed many, many times and I find quite interesting. I want you to take a look and tell me what you think.” Dean said looking at the boy who shook his hand and sighed. The man hit the play and turned the computer screen to Jungkook, and as soon as his eyes hit the image that was playing, his face lost its color and his eyes darkened at the same moment. On the screen was playing the video where you were tortured.

Dean leaned back in his chair and began to watch his son's reaction. He was pale and suddenly flushed with rage as he clenched his jaw and closed his hands into fists as he frowned and squeezed his lips, forcing himself to see the video, then turning his face away, not wanting to see that anymore.

“How did you get that?” Jungkook growled, closing his eyes.

“Hoseok brought it to me. He saw some things here and thought he should show me, after all, I'm the boss of his boss and his boss's father. And since my own son does not tell me about his girlfriend, someone should talk.”

“Turn it off.” Jungkook asked still looking into another corner of the room, he might not see, but the sounds of the screams of the girl he loved was coming into his head and awakening his dark side, wishing he had not killed the one who tortured you so quickly.

“This girl is a weakness, Jungkook.” Dean said, turning off the computer screen, making the video stop playing. Jeon moved his head, looking at his father with anger in his eyes.

“If you called me here to intimate me to break up with her or something, just hold your breath and don’t even start talking because I will not listen.”

“Actually, I called you here because I saw things in the video that I think you did not see.” Dean started, opening one of the drawers on his desk and pulling out a Cuban cigar and a gold-plated lighter. “Did you know that Jade, the man who was torturing her questioned her about your business and our family?”

“The only thing I saw about that shit was the video that son of a bitch sent me. Then the only thing I saw was my knife cutting every inch of his skin.” Jungkook muttered, leaning forward.

“Yeah, but it seems they do not kidnapped her just to make you mad, but because they wanted to interrogate her. He beat her, he cut her skin, he threatened her, but despite the torture, despite the unbearable pain, she didn’t say a word about you or about us, she didn’t tell him anything. And that left me impressed.” He said taking a drag on his cigar and releasing the smoke in the air, blurring his image for a few seconds. “When I found out you were with a girl, I thought of many ways she could act, but I never thought she would be loyal to us that way.”

"To me." Jungkook corrected him, leaning back in his chair again. "She's loyal to me, not to you, not to your mafia, just me."

“You are the heir of my mafia, Jungkook, so if she is loyal to you, she is loyal to all of us.” He said making the boy roll his eyes already knowing where this conversation was going. “You know how our rules are. And being my son, you must obey them. Even if you are not directly at my command, even if you no longer live under my roof, you must obey the rules of the family, for your protection, for hers and ours. We can not let someone who knows so much about us "loose" out there without a contract restricting their words.”

"I'm not going to get her into this stupid society, Dean." Jeon said, getting up in fury and throwing the book he had taken on the couch in front of him. “No one on that ridiculous Council will force me to put her on that record. She's not allied or enemy to you or those idiots, she's my girl and none of them will dare go after her just because of this fucking rule.”

“I'm not talking about the Council, Jungkook. I'm talking about family. About our family.” Dean said raising his voice, getting up from the chair he was sitting and passing the front desk. “I'm talking about our rules. Rules that has been going on from generation to generation of Jeon's mafia. Rule that all men and women of this family follow and you should follow as well.”

And only then did Jungkook understand what Dean was talking about. He blinked a few times and looked into a dark corner of the room, thinking about those rules. It wasn’t a sacrifice for him to do that, in fact it was something he would do anyway.

"How much time do I have?" Jungkook asked, turning to the man who seems to have been taken aback by the boy's question.

"Will not you argue with me?"

“Don’t feel special, I'm not doing it because of the rules, but rather because I would do it whether you want it or not.”

"I'm going to give you a year so that you can prepare everything."

Jungkook just nodded.

"Is that all?"

"Yes, that's all." So Jungkook headed for the door, but before leaving, Dean called him, making him turn around and facing his father. “Your mother and I want to meet her. And probably the rest of the family also wants to know who the girl who got you. Bring her for the New Year celebrations.”

And he left the room, smiling as soon as he was inside his car. That idea was not the worst he'd ever had in his life.

…

Meanwhile, you were in the kitchen of your new house, preparing a dinner to inaugurate the house. JungKook and Hoseok had bought it two days ago and you wanted to do something special, so you called the Century boys to attend. The house was not much bigger than the other, but now your bedroom and Hoseok's room had their own bathroom, which made it easier for you and JungKook to have sex in the bathroom.

Speaking of Hoseok, since the day in the hospital, you did not talk to him. He was never home, he always was out partying, or solving a problem. On the day of the move to the new house, you were in charge of storing your room and the kitchen, and he avoided you all the time. You were beginning to feel that he was really avoiding you this morning when he simply passed you at breakfast time and did not say a word or look in your direction, and he had never been so cold to you that way. You started to think that you had done something that made you angry or hurt and because of that he was not talking to you, but you could not remember a reason. Maybe at today's meeting you could talk to him and figure out what was going on. You missed him. You sighed with thoughts as you watched the water for the pasta in the pot bubbling on the stove. You were not the best cook in the world, but you had some recipes.

That's when you felt a chill, making you gasp, and turning around, jumped and let out a scream, making you automatically take a step back, approaching the stove, when you saw Hoseok standing within inches of you, staring at you with dark eyes. Your back hit the handle of the pan with the hot water, making it turn. It would have hit your back and burned you if Hoseok had not grabbed your waist, pulled you against him, pulled you off the ground and walked back.

The pot made a loud noise as it hit the ground and involuntarily, you hugged Hoseok, with your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, afraid that the hot water would splash on you. As soon as the noise ceased, you blinked and looked at Hoseok, who continued with his expression. He turned and sat you down on one of the counter seats.

"You need to pay more attention." He said walking away.

"If I had burned myself,It would be your fault, I don’t know why you have this craze to sneak behind people." You said irritated, not by fright, but by him spending days without talking to you, and now acting as if he cared. Hoseok gave you a tedious look and turned his (Y/S/N), out of the kitchen, leaving you confused. What the hell was he doing behind me?

You were about to get off the bench when he entered the kitchen again, carrying some floor cloths and threw over the puddle of water on the floor; Then he put out the flames from the stove and turned to you.

“Leave it, I'll call Jin and tell him to bring the food. You're more clumsy than Namjoon, you're going to end up setting fire on yourself.” He said pulling the phone out of his pocket and out of the kitchen one more time. You frowned, still confused.

A few minutes passed and you were drying the kitchen floor. After hanging the cloths on the clotheslines in the service area, you decided that you would ask Hoseok at once what you had done, why he had walked away from you and being so arrogant now. You climbed the stairs and stood in front of his bedroom door. You hit once, twice, three times, but he did not respond. Is he ignoring me? You thought, offended. You took your hand up to the door handle in an internal conflict to know whether you would open the door or not. but you needed to know the reason for his change these past few days, so you just walked into the room, closing the door behind you. You stopped for a few seconds, looking around the room, Hoseok did not seem to be there, but instead of leaving, you were curious to look around.

The room was totally black. The walls were black and there were no pictures or posters. The window curtains were black, the sheets on the bed, the pillows, the blankets were black. The carpet around the bed was black. The armchair on the left side of the bed, near the door leading to the closet was black as much as the doors as well. The bed was located right in the center of the room, with the headboard against the wall down the window.

On the nightstand on the right side of the bed was an alarm clock and a lamp. Beside the door you entered, there was a desk where he had a computer with the screen saver on. It was the picture of a skull, similar to the one Hoseok had tattooed on his chest. The desk and chair were also black. You wondered why he and JungKook liked black that much. What was the problem with bright colors? The only things that were not black in that room were the ceiling and the wooden floor.

After emerging from your thoughts, you heard the noise of the shower in the bathroom of Hoseok's bedroom. That explained why he was not in the room. The moment you thought of turning to leave the room, a noise caught your attention, causing you to turn toward the bathroom door. You frowned and took a few steps, approaching the bathroom door and you blushed at the sound of that noise. Were moans. Hoseok was moaning. You couldn’t understand what he was moaning about, didn’t know if it was a name or just grunts, but you knew they were not moans of pain.

That was a shit idea. I shouldn’t have come in here. You thought. You started to walk back, slowly, afraid that you might make some noise that would announce your presence there, and ended up having to explain to Hoseok what you were doing inside his room, listening to him masturbate in the bathroom. You certainly could not look at him for a while without imagining all this.

You were so focused on not making a sound, with your eyes glued to the bathroom door, that you did not realize that you were walking with your back toward Hoseok's bed, you only noticed this when your calves hit the sides of the bed and you fell on your butt on the bed, making the bed creak. You froze. ‘Oh shit, he listened.’ You thought, listening to the shower being turned off. You knew you couldn’t make it to the door and leave without making any noise before Hoseok left the bathroom, so to avoid a misunderstanding, you threw yourself on the floor and rolled under the bed, thanking the blanket for covering almost any vision someone would have under the bed. You held your breath and at the same moment, the bathroom door was opened and you could see between the floor and the blanket, the bare feet and wet legs of Hoseok who was standing at the bathroom door.

Your heart was beating so fast you could hear it in your ears, as if it were in your head. But for your salvation, Hoseok went back into the bathroom and closed the door. You allowed yourself to breathe and pressed your forehead to the floor, relieved that he had not caught you. You waited a few seconds and realized that the shower had been turned on again. you came out from under the bed and headed for the door, leaving the room without making any noise. You leaned against the wall beside the door and took a deep breath, feeling your face still burning. You couldn’t deny that you always found Hoseok's voice beautiful and hear him moaning hit you at some point, but it would have been terrible if he had found you in there.

You shook your head and walked toward your room, you needed a shower.

A little later JungKook had arrived, and soon after, the other four boys arrived also, bringing pizza and snacks for a night of celebration. You did not want to put on your makeup, so you just wore a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. The boys had gathered in the games room, where they all sat on the floor, around the pizza boxes and bottles of alcohol and soda. You spent a few hours drinking, having fun and talking about random things. And just after two in the morning, the boys left.

You were just finishing up the game room, picking up the plastic cups, the bottles, the pizza boxes, and stuffing it into a black sack to throw in the trash the next day. Jungkook had gone to take a shower and Hoseok was smoking a cigarette on the porch of the house. You passed the living room, heading toward the kitchen, watching Hoseok sitting on the porch staircase, looking up at the sky as he swallowed his cigarette. You bit your lip and took the trash to the kitchen, putting the sack next to the sink before returning and leaving the house, sitting next to Jung who just glanced at you before looking back up at the sky and taking another drag.

"Can I try?" You asked, trying to break the ice, making him frown at you. He chuckled and held out the cigarette to you, raising an eyebrow, as if daring you to do it. You took the cigarette and put it in your mouth, taking a drag, you wanted to look cool and show that it was not your first time, but your throat started to burn and you started to cough, handing the cigarette to Hoseok who laughed your failed attempt to look cool. "How can you do this?"

"This is not a princess thing, princess!" He said taking a drag and releasing the smoke to the heavens.

"So I need to almost suffocate me with a cigarette to make you smile at me again?" You asked, still coughing. Hoseok looked at you with an arched eyebrow, confused. “You're acting like we're not friends for days, Hoseok. What did I do to you?”

"I don’t know what you're talking about."

"Oh no? So you did not spend all week ignoring me, and you have not been cold and arrogant with me since the day I left the hospital?"

"I'm cold and arrogant to everyone, (Y/N)." He replied,

"No, not to me." You said, shaking his head in denial. "You've always been kind and friendly to me. If I've done something that made you angry with me, please forgive me, I did not really mean it."

"You didn’t do anything. I'm just busy and overwhelmed with something and worried about something else."

"You know you can talk to me about it, don’t you?" You asked and at that moment, Hoseok turned his face toward you, watching you for a few seconds before licking his lips. Should he talk to you about what he was feeling in those days? About what he feel when you were kidnapped? Should he tell you what he was feeling right now, standing by your side? Or about what he feel when you hugged him with all your strength when he saved you from burning with hot water?

No, he shouldn’t and couldn’t.

"I don’t want to talk about this with you." He answered sharply and coldly, watching you bite your lips and nod. You stood up, convinced that trying to force him to talk to you would only make him angry, and walked toward the front door. Hoseok let out an irritated sigh, with that stupid feeling pounding inside him. He threw the cigarette down and stepped on it, getting up. “(Y/N).” He called, making you stop and turn to him, waiting for him to speak. "Can you... can I... give you a hug?" Jung asked and you smiled at the same moment, walking up to him, and hugging him, letting him hold you too.

I was so scared that you could die that day, I'm so glad you're okay. I should not but I blame myself so much for you having hurt yourself that way. You deserve more than that, (Y/N), you deserve to live better than that. Damn, I just wanted to give you a better life than this. He thought as he held you in his arms. Hoseok felt totally fucked up, he felt screwed at being having all those thoughts and emotions that he was unable to prevent. He needed to find a way to change that, or he would be destroyed in a few months.

"Now go to sleep." He whispered against your hair, pulling you away from him. You smiled and nodded. “Good night, (Y/N).”

“Good Night, Sunshine.”

…

"Hello?" You answered the phone without even looking who it was in the caller ID. You were still sleepy, lying under the blankets while Jungkook hugged you from behind and slept soundly.

"Honey, it's Mom!" Elena's voice said on the other end of the line and you widened your eyes, waking up at once from your drowsiness at the sound of your mother's voice.

"Hi, Mom, is everything okay?" you asked taking the blanket off your legs and dragging herself out of Jungkook's embrace, sitting on the edge of the bed as the boy started waking up complaining that you was away from him.

“No, we're fine. And you?”

“I'm fine, great to be honest." You answered, turning back, because Jungkook was poking you in the back and murmuring your name without stopping, like a needy child. You leaned over and gave him a quick kiss before straightening up again.

“Are you coming tomorrow?”

"Um ... No ... Did we have something for tomorrow?" You asked as you pushed your boyfriend's hands away from your thighs, who was trying to pull you close. “Stop it, Jungkook!” You whispered patting his hands as he made a dramatic face and a sly voice.

"It's cold, come warm me up. Why did you get up? It's early, baby.” He said, sliding his hands between your legs, squeezing the inside of your thighs, almost making you forget you was on the phone..

"Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, (Y/N)." The melancholy voice of your mother caught your attention, making you get up at once moving away from the bed.

Christmas Eve. You thought. I never spent Christmas away from my parents, we always spent together, after all I still lived with them in the previous years.

But what really startled you was that you didn’t even think about it. You hadn’t made plans for Christmas, you never needed to, because you always knew what you would do, your parents would have a supper and reunite the family at home. But you didn’t live with your parents anymore, you were with Jungkook, and had no chance of you leaving him alone on the first Christmas you would spend as a couple.

"Ah ... I'm not going to spend Christmas with you." You said turning to the bed where Jungkook stared at you with confusion on his face. "I want to be with Jungkook on our first Christmas as a couple."

"He can come too, my dear." Elena said in a hopeful voice, making it even harder for you. "I've talked to your father, he's willing to give Jungkook a chance. We want to be a family again, my dear, and if you love him that much, then he will be family too."

"I don’t know ..." You said with a heavy sigh. You knew that even if they tried, something could go wrong and you did not want to fight with your parents again.

“It’s better not. I’d rather spend Christmas with Jungkook and our friends, I cannot afford the consequences of my father becoming ignorant and fighting with Jungkook.I'm not fully healed, I can’t go through this stress.”

“I understand, dear." Elena's voice sounded disappointed. "Maybe in the new year, right?"

"Yeah, see you, Mom."

And so you hung up. You stood for a few seconds staring at the phone screen before placing it on top of the dresser and turning to the bed, walking toward it and lying next to Jeon who was still looking at you curiously. He leaned on one of his arms, and used his free hand to stroke your arm.

“Are you okay?

"I do not know if I made a good choice."

"What you mean?"

"I don’t know, do you think we should spend Christmas at my parents' house? My mother said that my father is willing to try not to hate you, but I can’t trust him."

"You know I don’t care if they like me or not, and I will not mind if your father does something unpleasant for me."

"But I do care, Jungkook ... I just ... I don’t want to fight with them again, but if he tries to do something against you I …" You said with a heavy sigh.

"If you don’t want to go, we will not, and the most he can do is call me a junkie and tell you how bad a choice I am, and that I will make you suffer and blah blah blah. But in the end, you're going to come home with me and that's what I care about.”

“Why do things for you seem to be so much simpler than for me?”

"Because I always try to keep everything in control, so I can only worry about what's really important, you.” He said with an innocent smile that made your cheeks redden and the feeling of utopia take over your body making you smile with happiness bubbling through your veins. You threw yourself at Jungkook, hugging him tightly, curling your legs in his, wanting to stay as close to him as possible.

“You can’t attack me with those words at this time of the morning, Kookie.” You said with a sly voice, with the face on his chest, causing him to giggle and hug back. "I'll call the police for you."

"Why? I'm a good boy," he teased, laughing afterwards.

"Because you tried to kill me now." You said raising your head to look at him, looking at him, who was in confusion. "I never know when you're going to be romantic, so every time you say something like that it's like a shot in my heart."

"Ah baby!" He laughed kissing your nose. "I don’t deserve you."

"You're right, but what do I do? I fell in love with you." You laughed giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I think I'd better see what I'm going to use tomorrow. We have not even planned our Christmas yet."

“Why do not we go to the mall and buy something? I have to go there anyway to buy the crap of a white suit to wear at New Year's Day.”

“Where are we going in the new year so you have the motivation to wear a white suit?” You asked sitting on the bed and crossing your legs as he leaned back against one of his arms to look at you.

“Yesterday I went to talk to my father and he invited us to go to the New Year celebration that my mother is going to do at their house this year. And since I do not have the patience this year to listen to my mother complaining about my clothes, I decided to buy myself a suit and surprise her, and of course, I need to be presentable to accompany my lady.” He said taking your hand and stroking it.

"But does it have to be white?"

“Why? You don’t like it?”

“It's not that, it's just ... I do not think a white suit would look good on you ... I mean, you look wonderful in any outfit and mostly naked.” The comment ripped out laughs at him. "But I don’t know, the darkness looks good on you, you look beautiful in light colors, but you’re dizzying and extremely sexy in dark colors. Not to mention that it would totally run out of your personality you wear a suit like that.”

“What do you think I should use then? A traditional suit?”

"Actually, I have something in mind.” You gave him a mischievous smile.

...

Unlike your friends, you did not like running around the mall looking for clothes for hours, so when you went shopping, you always had what you wanted in mind so you do not have to keep wandering around. Then as soon as you entered the mall, you pulled Jungkook toward a party dress shop. Since it was a day before Christmas Eve, the place was full and you did not want to linger long and stress with the crowds. When they entered the store, you bit your lip and looked around. It was a big, fancy store. All the clothes were imported and of high quality. The store was divided into two parts, the feminine, and the masculine.

On the left side the wallpaper was a frosted silver with black details that seemed to have been hand-drawn by a thin-tipped pen because they were so delicate, there were suits of various kinds, of black, gray, white, and wine colors. Already on the right side was the feminine side, where there were luxurious dresses of various colors, models and sizes, the wallpaper was a pastel color with white details.

You walked toward the suits, watching them closely as Jungkook stopped walking and looked interested in another part of the shop, particularly a dress that was on a mannequin. It was ice-white, it was long and had a double crevice in front, the top part was fastened behind the neck as if it were a necklace. He could only imagine you in there. He looked at you who was amused by the suits and then walked toward the dress, walking around the mannequin, calculating its measurements. He knew every inch of his girlfriend's body, so just looking, he could know if the dress would look small, large or perfect on her body, and that dress would look perfect on your curves.

“I think this number is a bit small for you!” The voice of a woman sounded behind him and as he turned, he ran into one of the Store sellers, friendly smiling.

“It's for my girlfriend!” He said looking back at the dress.

“So young and so already have a girlfriend?” She laughed, baring her teeth. “No offense, but you do not look like the kind of man who likes serious commitments.”

You were still in the suits session, when you missed Jungkook and looked around for him when you saw him over a rack, with the woman laughing as if he had told the funniest joke in the world, while he continued with his natural expression of disinterest. Poor woman. You thought, laughing. Walking toward them slowly, wanting to see how she would do when he dismissed her. You stopped a little closer to them, pretending to be interested in the black suits that were next to you, but you looked curiously to hear what they were talking about.

Of course it had the possibility of her being just nice to be a saleswoman, but you could see from the woman's body that she was interested in him. Besides the exaggerated laughter that made it explicit that she was interested, she would bake her chest more than usual as if to say ‘hey, look at my tits how big they are’, and her legs were completely upright and so she was lifting her hip. Other girls would freak out if they saw a woman hitting up on her boyfriend like that, but besides trusting him, you were finding it funny to see her trying something she could never do.

"You shouldn’t jump to conclusions about people like that, not everyone is what they seem.” He gave her a neutral glance, then looked back at the piece of clothing.

“Are you interested in dress?” She asked after clearing her throat.

“Yes.”

“Special occasion?”

"No. I just think my girl will look even more beautiful wearing that.”

“Of course. You're a great boyfriend then.” She smiled, taking a few steps closer to the mannequin and occasionally to Jungkook. She made a motion to look at the label where it contained the identification number of the piece that was attached at the bottom, behind the mannequin. With that she ducked a little, lifting her hip even more. Jungkook rolled his eyes already having noticed the intentions of the woman and looked away, meeting with your eyes and he laughed. Cretin. You thought, laughing and narrowing your eyes at the same time. The woman then stood up again and looked at Jungkook. "I'll get the dress for you, it's stored in a small room back there. I'll be back in a few minutes. Do not leave”

And so she turned her back, swinging her hip exaggeratedly as she walked toward a door behind the reception, which stood in the middle of the great hall. On both sides of the desk was the area where the tasters were. There were booths and sofas and comfortable armchairs on either side.

“Aren’t you jealous?” He approached you with his hands in the pockets of his pants as you laughed.

"Of course I am, but I trust you. Not to mention that it was fun to see her trying to conquer you. I pity these poor creatures who think they can you steal from me.” You laughed.

“Good morning, can I help you?” A young man in a black suit approached them smiling. This was a friendly smile.

“Yeah, he wants a suit to go to a ... family reunion.” You said.

“I understand. Do you already have one in mind? I can show our models to you.” He asked, you nodded and pointed to what you had chosen.

Jungkook and the salesman glanced from you to the suit you was pointing at. He let out a low laugh and approached it looking. It was a slim Oxford suit. The suit, trousers, and waistcoat were redwine while the tie was black silk. He had never worn something of wine color, but for everything was a first time.

The salesman walked to one of the shelves that was attached to the wall and from there picked up the pieces of clothing as he pointed the way to the dresser. Jungkook kissed you before moving on to the dresser, picking up the clothes from the clerk's hand, and entering one of the staterooms, closing the door behind him.

“If you want to sit down, or if you want to continue looking around the store, feel free." The salesman said. "Would you like some water or a cappuccino while you wait?"

“No, thank you.” You smiled as you sat down on one of the armchairs and crossed your legs, waiting eagerly to see how it would look, but if he stayed the same way it was in your imagination, he would probably be extremely sexy.

"Did you see where that customer I was talking to was?" That woman's voice caught your eye and you looked at the reception, watching her look up and down the store while holding the white dress folded in her hands. You shook your head and laughed silently.

“Frederic just attend him, he went into the cabin to try on a suit.” The receptionist said.

"Did you see how handsome he is? My God! My panties got wet just looking at him and wow, his voice.” Okay, now it's getting uncomfortable. You thought. Your attention was called when you heard the sound of the door bolt being opened. As you looked to the left side, where the dressing rooms were, your jaw almost hit the floor as Jungkook came out from inside. The suit had been perfect on his body, his pants left his thighs marked, but they were not tight like the jeans he wore. The jacket marked his wrist and arms, giving him an air of serious executive man. And the color highlighted his face, as his black hair and eyes perfectly matched that color. You were speechless, but the saleswoman was not.

“Wow, you look gorgeous.” She said coming out of the reception and walking towards him, not noticing your presence there, who tipped your head to the side and arched one eyebrow. Jungkook looked down at her, only interested in the dress she carried in her hands. “Here, I got what you wanted, and well, if it does not serve ...”

"Did you get exactly the same number as on the mannequin?" He asked.

"Yes but…"

"Then it will do. I know my girl's body very well." He answered taking his eyes off her and looking at you who smiled biting your lips.

“Wow, it would be pretty cool if you knew mine too.”

“Okay, now that's enough." You said getting serious, while the woman turned her face at once, confused as you approached. “I'm his girlfriend, pleasure.” You said dryly and sarcastically at the same time. The blood on her face slipped, but then she turned red. Jungkook laughed.

“I'm sorry, I didn’t ... I didn’t know ...”

"Did not know what? That his girlfriend was here all the time watching you trying to flirt with him even though he made it clear that he is dating?” You asked, remaining serious and calm, while Jungkook just buttoned his jacket. The woman didn’t know where to go, she did not know what to say or do. “I honestly don’t blame you for being attracted to him, he's almost a work of art and god, he has that deep voice that can give orgasms to anyone, but what bothered me is that even though he made it explicit that he had a girlfriend and he was not interested in you, you continued to throw yourself at him. You shouldn’t do that.”

“My apologies, please, I don’t know what I was thinking ...”

"Oh, I know exactly what you were thinking." You answered in an ironic tone.

"Is there a problem, miss?" The same salesman who had taken the garments for Jungkook approached, feeling the tense atmosphere surrounding the three of them. You smiled at him.

"No, she just came to bring me a dress." And so you turned to Jungkook, looking him up and down. “And we sure will take this set too, it was magnificent in it.”

“You made a great choice.” The seller smiled at you. Jungkook glanced at you before returning to the dresser to change his clothes. So you sat back in the chair as the salesman walked to the front desk with his co-worker who was trembling over her heels.

After paying, the two held hands and walked out of the store while Jungkook carried the bags in one hand.

“I would not have had all that patience.” He said as they walked.

“I know, if it was on the contrary, you would have flown in the neck of anybody and forced to withdraw the words. I'm not gross like that. You mean you know every part of my body?”

“From head to toe.” He whispered in your ear, making you shiver. “Where do you want to eat?”

…

The house where Jungkook's parents lived, was a Victorian mansion, Worthy of old horror movies where the young girls went in search of shelter for a rainy night. You watched the lights of the olofotes glued to the ground, illuminating the front of the house with white and red lights as you saw the people getting out of their cars and entering through the front gate.

At first glance the house looked scary, but looking carefully was a manicured mansion: the stone fence had no cracks, much less plants sneaking up its length, the gate appeared to have been recently oiled, and the sight of the cultivated flowers on either side of the way to the front door, captured the eyes of anyone who paid attention to that part for more than miserable seconds.

In a way, the building robbed the coolness of the surrounding buildings, exuding a noble aura that did not mix with the glass and metal of the buildings, the house contained an incomparable charm.

As the car stopped in front of the doorway, Jungkook squirmed as you tightened your hands on your thighs that were showing through the crevices of your dress. He saw that you were nervous.

"If you want to leave, we'll go. We don’t have to come in if you don’t want to." He said holding your hand and squeezing it. You bit your lip and looked at him. He was dressed in that suit you had bought and his hair was tossed back. How you loved him when he showed his forehead, he was so sexy, but you were so nervous that you could not even pay attention to the beauty of your boyfriend.

"What if they do not like me?" You asked, making him frown and laugh soon after.

"They would be crazy if you did not like you. You are beautiful. It has always been and will always be beautiful. You look stunning in this dress and I'm almost giving up on this stupid party just to get you to a more private place, but I know you've always wanted to meet my parents. But if you do not want to come in, we'll leave, no problem at all.”

You bit your lip and nodded.

Once out of the car, Jungkook stopped at your left side and its linked your arm. He smiled at you and you two started walking toward the porch of the house. All the guests looked at the two of you, curious and surprised to see Jungkook accompanied by a girl, Jeon's famous girl.

There were several people there, and lots of tables. All tables had a white cloth on top of them a tulip vase on top. There was a large swimming pool and there was a glass walkway in the middle of it to take to the other side. You did not have much time to observe everything because Jungkook announced that his parents were approaching and you looked in the direction he pointed.

The woman wore a long white dress with a V neckline. She had black hair and her eyes reminded you of Jin. She smiled as she was hugging the man beside her. The man was wearing a traditional black suit. His hair was gray, but he did not look old. He was serious, and the lines of expression on his forehead reminded you of Jungkook.

"Here she is, the girl who has conquered my son's cold heart." The woman smiled at you, greeting you with a quick hug. "I'm Karla, your new mother-in-law."

"Hi, (Y/N), it's a pleasure to finally meet you." The man said waving at you and giving you a small smile. "I'm Dean, this brat's father."

“It’s a pleasure meet you both.” You smiled at them and looked at Jungkook who was looking to another way.

"Why will not you introduce her to the family, dear?" Jungkook's mother asked and he looked bored at her.

"Because I don’t want these people near her. I'm only here because I know you'd fuck me up if I didn’t come."

"Jungkook" You scolded him and he gave you an indignant look. "Do not talk to your parents like that."

"I talk this way with everybody, with the exception of you, (Y/N). They are used to. You want a drink? C’mon, baby"

You glanced as apology for his parents and accompanied him toward the drink table. Jungkook's arm was at your waist and his posture, his expression and his walk, seemed to scream 'stay away', because no one there dared to approach the two of you while he was by your side. Everyone there knew the fame of Jungkook. Everyone who was there knew about the mafia, about drugs. Many of them were not family but work partners, other gang leaders from other parts of the country who had an alliance with the Jeon’s. And they had never seen people as cold in the business as he and Hoseok.

While you were drinking, a song you knew started playing. You looked excitedly at Jungkook who just shook his head in denial, continuing to drink the liquid in his glass.

"Oh come on, Jungkook, please."

"(Y/N) ..."

"Please, I love this song and I know you like it too. Let’s dance, please, baby?"

He rolled his eyes and set the glass down on the table before taking your hand and taking a few steps toward the pool. He hugged your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I dont understand why you like dancing so much. It's boring.” He said with boredom, taking a look around. You laughed and caressed the back of his neck.

"So staying with me is boring?"

"You understood what I said." He grunted, making you laugh. Maybe he did not want to dance because there were so many people there and he did not want them to see that he really had a heart. "I want to talk to you about something." He said after a moment of silence. You looked at him, eyebrows raised, curious, waiting for him to continue. "But we'd better talk about this later."

"You know I'm curious, what is it?"

"We have to talk privately about it. Let's wait for the music to end and then we'll go to my old room, may we?"

And it was not long before the music ended and the two of you were following towards Jungkook's old room on the second floor of the house.

The bedroom door creaked as it opened and as you entered, you could smell a faint cinnamon scent that for some reason left you in peace and stillness at that moment. Jeon pushed the door behind him and looked at you for a few minutes as you walked slowly around the room, looking at the structure of the place. It had not changed much since he lived there, it seemed that they still hoped he would come home or something. Jungkook's childhood was not much different from adolescence. He could always get in trouble, he was always alone. He had never decorated his room with band posters or even family photos. He did not have many things that interested him. He never liked to be around other children or play with them. The only time he was connected with the other neighborhood kids was when his fist punched their faces.

His bedroom had no pictures on the walls, no posters of naked women. The curtains were dark brown and the bed was covered with a black blanket, as he always preferred. He had never used an extra lamp because he was not afraid of the dark, he had never asked his parents or his older brother to check for monsters under the bed or inside the wardrobe. And he'd never taken a girl in that room. You were the first girl to get into Jungkook's heart and in his life. And he was so glad it was you. He was so happy that his parents had changed him from school in his teenage years. He was so glad that he had meet you. Sitting in the bed, he remembered the first time he saw you.

*

I've never felt such boredom in my life. This was what was going on in Jungkook's head as his brother took him to school. He didn’t want to have to change schools, not that his old school was a good thing, but he hated people staring at him all the time and he knew it was what was going to happen in that place.

He had just turned 16 and hated his life. His parents sucked, his brother was a jerk, his life sucked, all so ridiculously prescribed, as if someone in this world had written a stupid script for his life and he was being forced to follow. He was not like Jin, he was not like anyone else, he did not care about people, he did not care about anything but his own existence. Fuck his parents if they thought he would one day go into the family business and dress like his father would dress.

“Try not to break the arm or nose of someone here, okay? Our parents already have more problems to have to deal with another expulsion.” Jin said and Jungkook just looked at him coldly as if to say that he would not promise and did not care about anything. He took the backpack out of the car, walking toward the school door watching everyone look at him. Oh what the fuck. It seems that these stupid never seen someone dressed in black in life.

Yes, he liked black. Black is the color of shadows, meaning darkness, chaos, he can hide in the dark, he could do and be whatever he wanted in the darkness, and it was in the darkness that he really met who he really was.

Let them stare, I don’t really care, I'm not here to make friends or these stupid things anyway. He thought.

He entered the school and went down the corridor, looking for his locker in the hall. As soon as he found it, he used the combination that was on the paper he had received from the principal to open and began to put his books in, and he didn’t notice the approach of a group of boys.

“What do we have here? Fresh meat, hm?" One of the boys said, slamming the door on Jungkook's closet, closing it, making the boy turn with boredom for them. He knew it would be like that, and he certainly was prepared for it. "How should we call our-" And before the other boy could finish speaking, Jungkook advanced on him, grabbing his neck and shoving him into the cabinets, making him hit his back and head hard, causing a loud noise that caught the attention of everyone in the hallway. The other boys were totally unresponsive and did not know what to do other than staring at the wide-eyed scene. The boy grabbed Jungkook's arm trying to make him let go of his throat, but Jeon just stared at him with his sadistic smile and his deep black eyes, amused to see the boy choke between his fingers.

“Let's get something straight here, you little shit. You do not know me and you do not want to know, I can and I'll be your biggest nightmare in that fucking place until graduation three years from now, so I think it's good you stay out of my way unless you want some broken bones in your body.” And so he let go of the boy who fell to the ground coughing as he crawled away from Jungkook, terrified. Jeon just turned his back, taking the paper from his pocket that said what class he would have at that moment and walked away from there, quietly, not caring about the frightened faces of other people.

At snack time, Jungkook sat at one of the tables in the cafeteria and stood there, looking at the people, knowing the place. School is school, no matter where you go. He thought. His eyes were still running the places when they stopped in one direction, in a person. She had just entered the canteen, wore black jeans that tightened on her thighs and a white shirt. There was something about her that made him interested.

He watched as she walked alongside two more unfunny girls to him, watched the way her shoulders shook as she laughed and how she sent a simple middle finger to a guy who approached her and seemed to say something she didn’t like it. He followed her with his eyes until she sat down at one of the tables. It was when her eyes fell on him and he felt as if he'd been punched in the face. She looked at him for a few seconds before talking to her friends again. Who is she? He asked himself in his mind, totally puzzled by the effect she'd had on him. It was the first time he felt a real attraction to anyone.

“Hey, man!” A young man in a typical rocker's outfit greeted him, causing him to take his eyes off the girl for a second to look at him and then to face her again. “I'm Greg.”

"Jungkook." Jeon replied without taking his eyes off the girl, anesthetized with the smiles and grimaces she made for her friends.

"I've already seen that you liked (Y/N)." Greg said following Jungkook's gaze to the girl. Jeon frowned and looked at the boy beside him.

"It's her name?" He asked, making Greg look back at him.

"Yes." He said sitting on the empty bench next to Jungkook and placing the tray on the table. "(Y/N) (Y/S/N), she has been studying here for some time, since the sixth grade, she is not part of the nerds or the popular ones. She just walks with those two and I've never heard of her hanging out with anyone from school.” He began to describe her as Jeon watched her again. "She's a nice girl, a little shy. No one here that ever tried to get her did well. I do not think anyone here can give her what she wants."

"And what does she want?"

"Romance, that's all the girls want."

Really? Jungkook thought. (Y/N), hm? It seems that we will have many years ahead, Princess.

*

Jungkook came back to reality when you sat next to him in bed. You knew he was worried about something and that made you worried too.

"What's going on baby?" You asked in a soft voice, placing your hand on his thigh and stroking it.

"Dean did not call me to talk that day just to invite us to this party." He began to speak "In our family, we have a stupid rule that is passed on from generation to generation. If you are not going to join the family as a partner, as a trafficker or a mercenary, you must enter as a person." He said trying to pick the best words and you frowned in confusion, but you didn't interrupt him. “We have a record where all new members must be registered for better control of who knows about the mafia. I'm on that record. Hoseok, Taehyung, Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi, too.”

“Do you want me to register on that record, too?"

“No, princess. You're not an active member of the gang, you do not sell drugs, you do not do jobs, you do not work for my father, you're my girlfriend and that's all. So you do not have to register.”

"So why are you telling me this? I'm confused."

Jungkook scratched the back of his neck, seeing that the subtle way would not work. He would have to be direct.

"To enter the family, you have to enter as a physical person ...”

"And what does that mean, Jungkook? Am I not enough physical person?" You asked even more confused, starting to get annoyed at not understanding what he meant.

"I mean, woman, (Y/N), my wife, you have to come in as my wife, we have to get married." He almost screamed. You widened your eyes and you were speechless at that moment.

"Look, I'm not saying we're getting married now, and you're not obligated to accept, and I'm honestly not saying that to you because Dean told me to, I'd ask you to marry anyway, but only in a few years. You are young and have much of life to enjoy.”

"You're young too." You said and he smiled at you.

"Yes, but it doesn’t make a difference whether I'm going to marry you now or later, (Y/N), you know you’re my trigger and you're the only woman I'll ever love for the rest of my life. But you don’t have a trigger. You may end up falling in love with someone else...”

"I would never do that." You said interrupting him. He smiled at you, let out a sigh caressing his face with his thumb.

"I know, baby, but what I'm saying is you do not have to marry me now, you'll be able to live your happy youth and …"

You stopped listening to him for a moment to think. You were seventeen, you were about to make eighteen. You had left your parents' house to live with your boyfriend and his friend who were part of a violent gang. They sold drugs, they had guns and they knew how to kill someone. You had just graduated, but you were kidnapped and tortured by a rival gang. At no time did you regret being with Jungkook, at any time you felt your love for him diminish. The answer to all this was more than clear.

"Do it" You said it in a whisper, lower than it should have.

"What?" He asked confused, frowning, not understanding what you had said.You lifted your head and stared into Jungkook's black eyes.

"Ask me."

He blinked a few times in confusion, but his eyes began to shine and his smile lit up his face. He got up from the bed, holding your hand and lifting you too. Your heart was racing as fast as his, and Jungkook could not get the smile off his face, as if he were a child who had just won the best New Year gift. He reached inside his jacket and took out a red box that he had kept in the last two days, just waiting for the right moment to do that. And finally that moment had arrived. He knelt on the floor in front of you, making you lose the air. He opened the box, revealing a ring with a heart-shaped diamond pebble and you almost choked.

The soft guitar chords of the music playing outside the room, coming from the party in the backyard, only served to make the atmosphere softer and more charming. You loved how some songs were made for certain moments and how they always played on time, as if they were the playlist of your life. The chorus of the song said everything that was that moment. All that was true, even if you wanted to pinch yourself to know if it was real, you knew it was all real. You felt that, the moment, the feeling, your love for JungKook and his love for you, it was all true.

"Will you marry me?”

"Yes"

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Ride or Die - Chapter 11 (m)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader — word c | 5,606 — genre | Mafia au!, Angst , smut. — summary |  He seemed to have come out of a museum for being so handsome, it seemed to be that badboy coming straight from the teen movies, but as you go deep into his life, you realize he was not a badguy just to annoy his parentes. He was not a Badboy, but a BadMan. He sold drugs and his friends too. He commanded a dangerous, feared gang.And you fell madly in love with him, almost leaving your life and everyone you knew behind, to be with him.. — warnings/tags | Adult content, Violence, drugs, alcoholic beverages, explicit sex, low slang words. — disclaimer | myself and this fic DOES NOT condone violence, abuse, use of drugs, alcohol or any kind of crimes. This is a fanfic, an alternative reality, I have no intention of offending anyone. If that makes you feel bad, please do not read. In this fanfic the character is not abusive to the reader, and remember, what Jungkook does in this fanfic is not what he does in real life. Myself or this fanfic does not have any type of connection with BTS, Jungkook or Bighit. Hope you like it.

— Ride Or Die - Character Biography.

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Jungkook was sitting on the edge of his bed, he stared at your photo as wallpaper on his cell phone screen and sighed every time he thought how much he missed you. Of all the decisions he had to make in his life, leaving you was by far the most painful and difficult. He didn’t mind killing people, torturing them, making them suffer, let alone the consequences his actions would do to their lives. But when it came to you, it all got complicated.

During the months that you were separated, he tried his best to stay away from you, the first month was easy, until the day Hoseok came saying that he hadn’t found you and that the neighbors hadn’t seen in weeks. Jungkook panicked, sending as many men as he could to search for you around the city. When Hoseok called him again saying that everything was fine and that you had appeared safe and sound, he had to hear your voice to prove it, he could barely hold himself as he heard your tearful voice calling his name on the other end of the line, and when he hung up the phone, he tossed the phone into the wall and destroyed everything that could be destroyed in that room. He hated to be the reason for your pain.

The second month became difficult, Jungkook had to fill himself with jobs to not go after you and to take you in his arms, beg for you to forgive him and accept him back. That month was simply the worst month for anyone who decided to annoy the infamous Jeon Jungkook. The fury, the anger, the lack he felt from you was consuming him and he managed to become even more dangerous and deadly than before. Anyone who crossed his path, anyone who dared go wrong with him, annoy him or who simply touched on the subject ‘you’ Jungkook had no mercy.

The third month became impossible for Jungkook to overcome the lack of you. He started to get out of control, with the feelings on his skin, taking control of his mind and body, making him unstable and a million times more dangerous, so he turned away from the leadership of the Century, leaving it in Hoseok's hands. Jungkook barely left the room during the day, and if he hadn’t eaten before, now he simply didn’t even come close to meals. When he realized, he was going out at night to chase after you. Often he just stopped across the street from your house and watch you through the living room windows. Sometimes he would go to college and watch you from afar, how happy you looked with your friends. But he knew you well enough to know that the smiles you gave them was fake, because he knew you were suffering too. Other times he would follow you through the streets at night, hidden in the shadows, while you were doing night walks. He loved the way you shook your head, moved your feet and arms, totally relaxed, dancing to the music that came from your headphones. He hated dancing, but he loved watching you dance.

Sitting in that bed, looking at your photo, he remembered one night as he was following you, he was across the street, hidden in the shadows of the alleys. You were dancing again, as you did every time you went out to walk the night. He then spotted a man a few meters behind you. From the way he walked and looked at you, Jungkook knew that this man would try something and he wouldn’t let anything happen. No one would harm you, his angel, his light.

With quick, silent steps, he crossed the street and approached the man who was already approaching you from behind. The music on the headphones was so loud that you didn’t even hear that approach. Jungkook crept behind the man and grabbed him from behind, covering his mouth and pulling him to an alleyway few yards behind you. Jeon threw the man on the floor of the alley and peered into the street, seeing that you kept walking and dancing quietly, a sign that you hadn’t noticed anything.

“Are you crazy ...” The man started talking, rising from the ground and heading toward Jeon who opened his pocket knife and let the blade slip out, striking the man with the knife, piercing his lungs, letting him fall to the ground and agonize.

"Yeah, I got crazy when I saw what you were about to do with my girl." He said quietly lowering himself to the side of the man who groaned in pain and began to choke on his own blood. He smiled, satisfied with what was happening, the blood being pumped out of the man's body through the hole Jeon's knife made, soiling his black shirt with blood. “I'll have mercy on you and I will not stab you again. I hope you suffer a lot on the road to hell. One day, I'll be there to stab you again, and again and again.” He growled and got up, putting his penknife in his pocket and walking with his hands in the pockets of his jacket, as if nothing had happened.

Returning to the present, Hoseok's voice caught his eye, making him look at the door and see his friend leaning against the portal. He did not have a good expression on his face.

"Yoongi and Namjoon are in Velvet and apparently have members of the East gang there. The two are thinking that maybe the guys want to pull a fight with them. I tried to call Taehyung to send him there, but his phone It's off. "

"Alright." Jungkook said getting up from the bed and walking out of the room. The two of them left the house and entered the Dodge, heading towards the nightclub.

When Jungkook and Hoseok arrived at the pub, the first thing they did upon entering the establishment was to look for Yoongi and Namjoon, who were leaning against a wall, in a dimly lit corner of the place. Both of them had crossed arms and stared a specific location, four guys sitting in the bar, talking to each other and looking disguisedly in the direction of the two.

"Did they say anything to you?" Jungkook asked as he approached his friends.

"No, but they've been staring at us since they arrived. The first one, wearing that red T-shirt, I've seen him walking with the lider of the East gang. He's a guard or something.” Namjoon said.

"And the four of them are armed." Yoongi said. "They'll do something, and if it's not with us, it's with the place. If they're not going to attack us four, that means they intend to attack the place."

“They're in Century territory, if they do anything, they will provoke war with us and the Jeon's mafia.” Jungkook said turning around and watching the men. "They cannot be stupid enough to get into enemy territory in just four. There must be more of them around here."

"And if there are more of them, we're at a disadvantage. Where is Taehyung anyway?" Namjoon asked.

"I don’t know, his cell phone is off." Hoseok said. Jungkook snorted and pulled out his cell phone, trying to call Kim again. That's when Hoseok saw Taehyung coming through the door of the nightclub. Yoongi and Namjoon were relieved to know that nothing had happened to the boy, but Hoseok frowned when he realized that there was a hand holding Taehyung's arm. It was a small, delicate hand, it was a girl's hand. “Holy shit.” Jung exclaimed loudly and nudged Jungkook's shoulder, drawing his attention as he turned in the direction the others looked at with wide eyes. Jeon almost had a heart attack when he saw you standing next to him, holding his arm as he made his way through the crowd.

You wore a white dress, and high heels. So innocent and helpless hiding behind Taehyung. Jungkook did not know what to think at the time. He followed you both with his eyes and as you walked towards the drinks counter, where those men were, the fury invaded the veins of Jungkook. He didn’t think twice before taking the gun he kept at his waist and walking toward the drinks counter. The other three did the same, following the leader. He was not going to allow anyone to touch you. They wouldn’t allow it.

Meanwhile, you and Taehyung ordered your drinks from the bartender and talked about something random when one of the men who was sitting next to you, wearing a red shirt, said something catching your attention.

"Wow, Jeon's famous girl is even prettier up close.”

Taehyung raised one eyebrow, looking directly at that man.

"Yes, but it's not for your beak, you scumbag."

"Now that you're done, you decided to get another member of Century, sweetheart?" The guy in the red shirt asked, raising his hand toward you, but before he could touch your skin, Taehyung pulled you back and Jungkook quickly approached, holding the man's head and slamming it against the counter, pushing it against the furniture, and placed the gun on his head. The other three boys made a point of doing something, but Yoongi, Namjoon, and Hoseok placed them on the sight of their pistols. The bartender simply ignored that gesture as half the people there as well.

“If you touch her, I'll spread your brain across the floor.” Jungkook growled, putting pressure on the hand that shoved the man's head against the counter. You stared wide-eyed at the scene above Taehyung's shoulders that held you protectively behind him. You couldn’t describe the feeling of seeing Jungkook again after so long. He was still the same, handsome, charming, intimidating, passionate, and dangerous. He was still the same man you fell in love with. “I want you and your fucking friends out of my area in 30 seconds, or I'll hunt you down, kill you and send your bodies to your families, you got me, you shit?” The man just nodded frantically before Jeon grabbed his hair and tossed him to the floor. Half a minute later, those four men rushed out of the nightclub, which made Hoseok slightly confused. It seemed to be being too easy.

As soon as Jeon saw that these men had left the pub, he turned toward Taehyung, advancing furiously against him, hitting him with a punch in the jaw, making you hop back and cover your mouth, smothering a cry of surprise .

“But what the hell are you doing with her? What the fuck do you have in mind? What did I tell you to do, you idiot?” He screamed and hit him with a knee in the stomach, making you hold your breath, startled by Jungkook's reaction to Taehyung. “I told you and the others to stay away from her precisely because of that. The danger.”

And when you saw that Jeon would strike another blow toward Taehyung, you jumped in front of him, intending to protect him. You closed your eyes tightly, waiting for the impact Jungkook's punch would have on you, but nothing happened. When you opened your eyes, Jeon stood with his fist raised, standing in the air, his eyes wide and his face pale. Namjoon and Yoongi looked at each other in astonishment as Hoseok went on the defensive position, ready to fight Jungkook if he had really hit you, even though he knew Jungkook would never do it. Seconds later, Jungkook's face turned red and he lowered his fist, exploding shortly afterwards

“What the hell, (Y/N), I could have hit you, are you crazy?"

Three months away from you and that's what he had to say? You sighed, feeling the tears threatening to fall from your eyes, the sadness and happiness of seeing him again personally, but the sadness you felt through his words was triggering an avalanche of emotions that you just couldn’t handle and pretend to be okay.

"Is that all you have to tell me?" You whimpered, a tear trickling down your cheek, making Jungkook's expression soften instantly. He lowered his shoulders, finally realizing you were there in front of him, but he was acting like a jerk again.

You snorted and turned, running toward the pub's exit, head down and after passing through the sea of people, you finally left the nightclub hugging your body feeling the chill of the night. That was not how you planned your re-encounter with Jungkook, that was not how it was supposed to be. In your head that scene would have happened completely different. After he had expelled those men from there, he should have held you tightly, let you cry on his chest, he should comfort you, he should apologize for the days you missed crying for him, he should say that he loved you, and missed you. He should have been sweet to you and not rude. You sniffed once more, holding as much of your tears as you could, you didn’t want to cry.

And at that moment, you could only think of Jimin's words. It was always him who dried your tears, it was Jimin who was always with you when you cried because of Jungkook and in that moment, once again you cried because of him. That wasn’t right, why were you in love with Jungkook? Why couldn’t you be in love with Jimin? He sure wouldn’t make you cry like now. However, your body, soul and heart belonged to Jungkook. And forever would be his, even if it hurts, even if you were not together, you would never find someone like him, you would never love someone like him, not even Jimin.

Jungkook didn’t waste a second and went after you, past people and following you out. He saw you walking briskly down the sidewalk, arms wrapped around your body, trying to shield you from the cold. For three months he had the urge to talk to you, to touch you, but he held on because he knew it was right for you, but at that moment he was fucking himself for what was right. He wouldn’t let the woman of his life walk alone on the street, in that cold. He walked over to the Dodge, he sped the car and approached you. He did not have to honk, because you knew the engine sound of the Dodge 78 well. You thought to ignore and keep walking, but the truth was, you needed to be close to him. You stopped walking as the car parked beside you on the sidewalk.

Jungkook reached for the backseat and took out a jacket. He got out of the vehicle and turned around, approaching you. As much as he wanted to pick you up and kiss you, he just helped you put on his jacket. You still sniffed and refused to lift your head, but didn’t think twice before stepping into the car in silence as he opened the passenger door for you.

He wasn’t running this time, he was in no hurry to get anywhere.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked after twenty minutes that Jungkook was just roaming the city. He drew his attention from the street to look at you who had eyes and a red nose before turning his attention back to the road with a shrug.

"I couldn’t leave you alone on the street at this time and in the cold."

“Why do you care?”

“Because I love you.”

"Then why did you break up with me?" Your voice cracked as you said that, shrinking again and crying. He drove for another few minutes to park his car in front of a park and turn off the engine. He remained silent, listening to the sniffles echoing through the car. He then finally took a deep breath and began to speak.

"The day you left that house, my life was over, (Y/N)!" He started, staring out of the car through the front window. "I didn’t ... I didn’t want to break up with you, you know what you are for me. You know how important you’re to me.”

“If I were really important, you wouldn’t have left me." You said interrupting him. Jungkook immediately turned to you, his eyebrows drooping and his jaw clenched, not believing what he was hearing. You shrugged into the seat, not looking at him. "You just had to talk to me, if you really cared, you wouldn’t have left me."

"I know you're hurt, I know a part of you must hate me, but never say that I don’t care about you." He said putting his hand on your chin, turning your face toward him, forcing you to look at him. As he looks into your eyes, he can see various feelings passing through them, anger, pain, fear, sadness. But he could also see that affection you had whenever you looked at him. “I did what I did to protect you. Your parents are dead because of me, but they wouldn’t be if I hadn’t come into your life.”

"Stop it, Jungkook.” You growled, growing angry. You left the car, slamming the door behind you, leaning against the hood. Jungkook frowned and left, going after you. “Can you stop acting like you regret meeting me?” You asked turning to him with your arms crossed. “I know the fact that someone murdered them was because of my connection to your family. And I honestly blamed you in the beginning, then I started to blame myself, because if it was really someone else's fault, it would be mine because I took the ride.” You said walking up to him, it was your turn to hold his chin and direct his gaze to yours. “I agreed to date you, I chose to continue with you after finding out what you and your friends were doing.”

“(Y/N) ...” He tried to argue and pull away, but you pushed him and held him against the car door. You were the only person in the world who could intimidate him.

“Do you regret loving me, Jeon Jungkook?

“Of course not.” He answered without hesitation.

“Good, because I don’t regret accepting you, I don’t regret having left my parents' house to be with you, I don’t regret anything that I did with you and for you. But the most important thing is that I don’t regret loving you.” And at that moment his eyes seemed to shine, with the glow it always had when he heard you say that loved him, and a smile threatened to leave his lips. “I love you, I cannot stand being without you anymore, I cannot bear to pretend I forgot you. I know what are the risks of being with you, but I don’t really care.”

“It's risky, baby ...”

"Life is risky, Jungkook, there's no point in always running the risk, one day we have to face them all. If we don’t take risks, we will not live." You said putting both hands on the back of the boy's neck, pulling him closer. "You always let me make my choices, so let me choose that too, let me choose to be with you."

And so he grabbed your face, sealing your lips in a passionate and loving kiss, a kiss that made your bodies wake up from all that sadness, making you both realize that that moment was real and not a hallucination of your minds.

"I need you." You whispered between his lips. "I love you. I need you now, Jungkook. I need to feel you inside me."

He moaned in response, moving away. He opened the car door and pulled the seat forward, throwing himself into the back seat, sitting up in the middle of it, with his legs spread wide. He flashed a wink and a smile at you before hitting his palms on his thighs, beckoning you to sit there. You went in and closed the door, just threw his jacket on the floor of the car. You ended up banging your head on the roof of the car and laughed as you lifted your dress up to your waist and placed one leg on either side of Jungkook's waist, sitting on his lap, putting pressure on his cock.

Your hands thrust into his hair as your lips were together again in a fierce kiss. Jungkook's hands came up to your waist, causing you to move and rub between your pussy and his hard jeans-covered cock, making you both groan with the sensation of pleasure. He broke the kiss, lowering his lips down your neck and shoulders, nibbling, sucking, licking and kissing your exposed skin as you moaned his name, lower than he would like.

“You look beautiful in this dress, but if you don’t get it off in the next two seconds, I'll tear it up.” He said with his hands on the hem of your dress, ready to take it off. You laughed, raised your arms a little, and let him take it out. “No bra? So naughty baby.” He whispered, grabbing your breasts and gently squeezing them into his hands. "You have no idea how much I missed it, my love.” Jungkook began to run his tongue between your breasts making your whole body shiver and a moan come from your lips.

“Ah Jungkookie.” You moaned grabbing his hair as you felt his tongue around one of your nipples as his hand played with the other.  “Please."

“Are you begging already, baby? I have not even started.”

“I need you, I missed you.”

“Me too, princess.” He whispered back to kiss you. You lifted your hip slightly, so he was able to open the zipper of his pants and push it down with his underwear. He gripped your waist while you used your hand to position him at your entrance. “So wet, baby. Oh fuck.” He groaned loudly as you sat down on his lap all the way in. It was so good that he held you still for a few seconds, not wanting to cum so fast. "So tight baby, damn it! So wet.” He moaned still holding you. “My dick missed that pussy.”

“Can I move? I need more, love."

“You want to ride on that dick, baby?" You groaned in response and he let go of your waist, giving you permission to do what you wanted. So you started to move on his lap, rolling, bouncing and rubbing as he clung to your neck and squeezed your breasts. “Yeah baby, use this dick to fuck that tight pussy, like the greedy little bitch you are.”

“I love it.” You groaned smiling and squinting, while increasing the speed of movement.

"Do you love that dick, baby?"

"I love this dick, baby. I love it when it fills me, oh shit." You moaned as Jungkook moved his hips toward yours, taking a deep thrust. "Fuck me, Jungkook, fast and hard."

"As you wish." He whispered, grabbed your waist and began to move against you, using his strength to get in and out of you. You moaned loudly, grabbing his shoulders and closing your eyes, just feeling the pleasurable friction between you.

"Baby ..." You groaned tightly around his cock. “Oh God."

“I'm almost there too, Princess ... Cum for me, my love.”

And without him having to say another word, you tossed your head back, digging your nails into the back of his neck as you felt the surge of ecstasy running through your body, making you shout his name and your legs tremble. Jungkook tightened his hands around your hips and groaned as you let his liquid inside you, slowing his movements until it stopped, both of you without air. He hugged your body, placing his face between your breasts as you thrust your face into his hair.

"Can I still be your bride?" You whispered through his hair. Jeon pulled back a little, pulling the hair from your sweaty face, before stroking your cheek and smiling.

"You never ceased to be."

He is here. That was the first thought you had when you woke up the next morning. You turned to the side and saw Jungkook sleeping soundly. The night before was tiring for both of you. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek before rising slowly so as not to wake the boy by your side. You looked at his watch and it was still eight o'clock in the morning.

You went down to the kitchen to make breakfast. You couldn’t take your smile off your face, being with him again was as if the light had entered your life again, even if it came in the form of a fallen angel.

As soon as you stepped on the floor of the living room, the doorbell rang and you frowned, staring at the door. You were not expecting anyone, and it was Saturday morning, who would be there that hour?

Forgetting that you were wearing only panties and bra, you opened the door, facing Jimin. You stared at him and he didn’t look happy at all, he had his eyebrows down and his jaw clenched. When he got there and saw Jungkook's car parked, he knew something was happening, but seeing you in your panties and bra confirmed his theory.

“Are you together again?” He asked dryly and directly. You sighed, you had no reason to deny it, so you just shook your head. Jimin glanced at the street, before turning red toward her. "I thought we were making some progress, (Y/N). I thought ... I thought you liked me.”

"And I like you, Jimin. But I love him. And you knew that from the beginning ...”

"He hurt you, (Y/N), for god sake.” Jimin screamed, throwing his hands up, his eyes wide, unable to believe that this was happening. "Don’t you remember how you cried every night because of him? Because I remember it very well. You cannot want this for your life, he will only hurt you even more ...”

“What the fuck?” Jungkook's voice behind you caught the attention of the two of you. You turned back, watching him coming down the stairs, a furious look on his face. His gaze did not leave Jimin as he walked toward him. Standing next to you, he held out the shirt he was about to wear for you and you picked it up, confused as to why he was giving you that, that's when you looked at your own body and saw that you were all in your underwear. You hurried to get dressed while Jungkook stopped in front of the door, blocking Jimin's sight.

“You know you'll only hurt her.” Jimin said, not intimidated by the psychopathic look Jungkook carried on his face.

"I don’t care what you think. Go away while you still can.” Jungkook growled, pointing to the street.

"And if I do not want …"

"Jimin." You pushed Jungkook gently to the side, and looked at the blonde. "Please do not make it any harder. You know what will happen if you try to make me choose between you and him.”

Jimin seemed to be taken aback by your response. He then sighed and shook his head. He turned his back and walked down the porch stairs to his car and out of there. Jungkook grabbed your arm and pulled you inside, closing the door and pushing you against it. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the wood, making you breath out of breath.

Jungkook sighed heavily and studied your face for a few seconds. It was visible that he was annoyed at something, you just couldn’t tell if it was because you were in your panties and bra when you opened the door, or because the person who saw you half naked, was another man.

"You fucked him?" He asked, making you eyes widen. You did not have to answer, because your facial expression said it all. Jungkook narrowed his eyes and licked his lips, releasing the air heavily.

"You told me to stay with someone else."

"So now you decide to do what I say?" He asked in a low, almost menacing voice, making your whole body shiver. Oh he was angry.

"That depends, if I like your order, yes, I will obey." You said petulant. Jungkook's face darkened and you lost your breath as you faced those big black eyes staring at you like a hunter looks at his prey. At that moment Jeon thought of a thousand and one ways to deal with that situation, but only one of these solutions would please you both, so he took a step back and pointed to the couch.

“Put your hands on the arm of the sofa and bend over, now!” He commanded his voice low, his eyes clouded by something you knew well, desire. You just blinked a few times and obeyed. So your ass stayed up, and you waited anxiously to know what he would do to you.

"You know how much annoys me know that another man touched you as I do?" He asked stopping behind you, holding your hips and pushing him against you. You sighed and nodded, confirming that you did. "And yet you did?" He asked and you nodded again. Jungkook let out a cold chuckle and stroked your shriveled skin. "Did you enjoy fucking Jimin?" He asked and you nodded again, letting out a loud moan as Jeon hit you with a strong slap in the ass, which made your pussy clench instantly. "I'm going to ask you again, baby, did you enjoy fucking Jimin, hm?" He asked in a low voice, now caressing and admiring the mark his hand formed on your skin. “Did you like his cock fucking that tight pussy?" You nodded again and yelled as his hand hit you once more in the ass. You started to gasp. It was impressive as with him, your horny never had limits. "Are you sure about that, baby?" He growled and you shook your head. "No?"

"No."

"Then why did you let him touch what is mine?"

“Because you asked me to forget you. And I was trying." You answered by moving your head a little to the side, looking at him over your shoulder, staring into dark eyes, full of jealousy and lust. "But nothing and no one could make me forget you."

"That doesn’t get you out of punishment, baby. You want to know what I'm going to do with you?" You nodded frantically. "I'll show you who owns this pussy. I'll fuck you until the neighbors have decorated my name. I'm going to fuck you until you forget that shit and remember that I'm the only one who can make you cum. And at the end of it, baby, you will not even remember the name of that little bastard. "

Oh boy.

The noise of your panties being ripped made you whole body tremble with desire. Jungkook wouldn’t even need to touch you to get you wet because you were already soaked.

"Look at that pussy, all wet, and I didn’t even touch you baby. My slaps left you like this, love? Or it was the fact that you saw me drowning in jealousy? "

"Both," you whispered, feeling his index finger caress your entrance.

"I'm about to fuck you in a way I've never done before. Can you handle it?”  He asked and you looked over your shoulder again, nodding. It was when you felt him penetrating hard, causing you to open and tighten around him at the same time.

"Shit," you murmured, rolling your eyes and squeezing your fingers on the arm of the sofa, moving your hips to get used to it inside you. Your cunt pulsing and threatening to give you an orgasm faster than expected.

"Give me your hair," he ordered, and you obeyed, lifting your head and tossing your hair back. Jungkook gathered each of your strands of hair in his hand and then wrapped it in his fist, pulling them lightly. "Are you ready?"

"Yes" You answered.

Jungkook laughed before using his wandering hand to grasp your waist. When he began to fuck you, you tried to hold back your groans, but the first few seconds he was in you, you were filled with pleasure and did not hold back, groaning loudly as Jungkook bit his lip and concentrated on digging deeply and with strength in you.

With every thrust, you went up to heaven and came back.

He pulled your hair hard and growled, making you bend your back and stand as he fucked you from behind.

"Say my name," he growled in your ear.

"Jungkook."

"Scream my name, now," he ordered, thrusting harder.

"Jungkook ... fuck." You screamed as your legs began to shake, bringing your hands back and holding onto Jungkook's hips, wanting even more movement, even stronger.

"Who you belong to?" He asked in your ear.

"To you."

"Who this fucking pussy belong to, (Y/N)?"

"You, Jungkook."

"That's it baby, now I want you to be a good girl and cum over my dick." And so he pushed your shoulder, causing you to bend again, loosening your hair and grabbing your waist, popping it in, making your moans grow even louder until you finally jumped in a burst of pleasure, screaming his name, not being able to remember anything else, as he'd said would happen.

Things were starting to get back to normal again.

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omg kate babe, im skek. WDYM WE’ll hate you??? bruh my heart is already crying 😭😭 i just want jk and yn to be together 😭😭 plsssss tell me they do in the end 😭😭😭 omg gurl give us a sneak peek im gonna actually die bro 🥺🥺🥺♥️

God lol I will give you a sneak peak of chapter 16, because I already did it with chapter 15. Hold tight, babe.

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“Shit." Hoseok cursed taking the pistol that was hiding in his waist while Jimin did the same. You stayed behind the two while they took cover behind the trunk. When the car approached, you didn't know if you were relieved or even more tense. It was Jungkook's car. Hoseok and Jimin looked at each other while using the back of the truck as support for their arms.

Jeon turned off the engine and got out of the vehicle. He was wearing his usual black clothes again, his hair falling forward, making his eyes even darker and harder to read. He watched the two young men wielding the weapons and did nothing more than let out a sigh and hiss 'pathetic’ under his breath as he walked towards you.

"Stop." Hoseok warned. "You’re close enough."

"As I care." He snorted and continued walking, then Jimin fired, a warning shot, hitting the ground a few feet away from Jeon, but which made you jump in fright and fear that it could had really hit him. "You missed."

“Take another step and I will hit your forehead, Jeon. I don't mind working with you to kill Shadow, but after what happened today, I can't let you get close to her. ”

Jungkook huffed "Of course you can't."

"It's okay" You told them both, and they looked at you wide-eyed, as if you had gone mad. "I'll talk to him."

"The hell you go, he can try to kill you." Hoseok countered, furious. You looked away from him to look at Jungkook who was standing still, his eyes glued to you.

"He is not going to do that." You said and got out of the back of the car, leaving your only protection behind, ignoring your theories that he really had gone mad and was hiding a knife in his sleeves, just waiting to kill you, and walked towards him, your legs shaking, threatening to fail. Hoseok didn't fight his desire to follow you and went after, the gun pointed at Jeon's head, ready to blow it up if he even thought about hurting you.

When you finally stopped in front of him, you met his eyes. They were no longer angry as they were in the morning. They were no longer cloudy and empty. They were just shining, showing your reflection, it was full of you again. Now he seem to be the man you had fallen in love with.

Jungkook scanned you for a few seconds, he knew you were nervous, he could see that you were shaking. He sighed. He never wanted to make you afraid of him, all he ever wanted was to love you, to take care of you, but he was failing miserably in those tasks.

“It's me, babe. Your Jungkook. You don't have to be afraid of me, I would never hurt you.” He whispered, the words piercing your eardrums like gunshots. You bit your lip, fighting your urge to cry at 45th time that day.

"You already hurt me." You whispered back and he shook his head, affirming and pressing his lips together. "You broke me."

"I know princess." His eyes turning red again, frustration returning to his heart, he would never forgive himself for being such an idiot and making the only important thing in his life suffer. He then raised his hand, slowly touching your face, you involuntarily closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth and caress that those hands gave you. Your tears fell again, and you burst into cry, as if you had been thrown off a cliff into a lake of sadness. You felt like your body was falling apart and you felt that you would fall to the ground and die of pain right there. But Jungkook didn't let that happen, he put one arm around your waist while the other hand stroked your hair as soon as you hit him, feeling like you were going to melt into tears and pain. "Forgive me please. I am so sorry, babe. Don’t hate me."

And it was his turn to collapse in tears, hiding his face in your neck, wetting your skin with tears that were forced out of him, against his will. He pressed your body against his, like a teenage lover afraid that his girl would leave him and that was exactly what was happening, you would leave him, he felt it, he knew it and it only made him feel even more hurt, because he knew it was all his fault.

Hoseok and Jimin looked at each other, they didn't know what to do, they just knew that you needed to get out of the city right away, it was too dangerous for you.

"(Y/N), we have to go." Hoseok said and suddenly you felt like you couldn't do it anymore, you felt like everything you said hours earlier meant nothing and you couldn't go through with the plan anymore. You were stupid to love him. For loving the one responsible for everything bad that had happened in your life since you started dating.

"Look." He said moving away a little, holding your face with both hands, making you look into his eyes. “I love you, it's not an obsession, it's love. And when you get back, I'll prove it if you still want to be mine, okay?” He asked running his thumbs under your eyes and wiping your cheeks. So he joined his lips with yours, in a painful kiss of goodbye. A farewell that wouldn’t be forever, he hoped. Hoseok and Jimin looked away, neither of them with any desire to watch that scene.

As soon as you parted, you turned around and walked towards the black truck and got into the passenger seat. Hoseok and Jungkook stared at each other for long minutes, shooting each other with their eyes.

"Take care of her." Jungkook said harshly, his posture returning to normal, his face showing nothing more than hatred, his being becoming intimidating again. He started to turn to go back to his car, but stopped and faced the two boys there. "The next time you point a gun at me, you better kill me, or I'll kill you." He declared calm, returning to the Dodge. "You go first, I will make sure that no one follows you."

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Hope you enjoy it 🥰 Please don't kill me

hey kate b!! like from ur opinion, who are u rooting for oc and jk in rod, cause like damn their soulmate bond is so strong tbh and im 100% team jk but i wanna know abt uu, love u!

Hey babe, to be honest I am Team JK too lol and I’m like 85% sure they’ll end up together. But I confess that I've also been thinking about an ending with OC x Hoseok, so maybe I'll do an alternate ending. There is still a lot to happen, and I am already halfway through chapter 17 so you can expect everything.

babe pls tell me jk and oc rod are gonna end up together pls pls pls pls pls

Aww babe 🥺. if I tell you the ending, I’ll have told you the most important part of the story. I promise that you will like the ending, okay? And I can't be sure what will happen in the story because I'm always changing my mind. Don't worry, there's still a few chapters before the ending, yeah? ❤️

hi b!!! m curious tho, how many chapters for rod r u plannin on doing? love u stay safe!

Hi, Love. It will depend on chapter 18 that I haven't started writing yet. I will have an entire chapter focused only on OC x JK and one focused on OC x Hoseok, and only after that will I decide how many chapters until the end, so about 25 chapters or less. Stay healthy, babe ❤️

ola gurllllll!!! im a sucker for rod so bad ngl dude. are ya planning to drop it soon? 👀👀👀👀👀 love u bb!

Hey cutie, so, I'm waiting for my new notebook to arrive to post the new chapter. Maybe later this week. Love you too, babe ❤️❤️

You never fail to surprise me, Kate. Fuck, that chapter of Rod ended me. You were serious when you said I was going to cry because I AM CRYING FUXK

I warned you, but you didn't believe me. Now suffer until the next chapter *evil laugh*

I don't really know what to say. I am amazed?scared? Curious? All of that? I loved Rod's new chapter, Kate. 🥰🥰 I am already ready for the next one. I love you

Aww my sweet baby, thank you. I'm so glad you liked it ❤️ the next chapter will come soon, I promise.

oh my god dude!!! i was HAPPPPPYYYY when i saw the rod update OMGGGG LIKE LITERALLY WOW! i loved the chapter and how we’re closer to seeing the truth behind Shadow like damn dude i LOVE UR WRITING SM!!! i cant wait for chap 16 and the rest as well!!!! are ya plannin to do scheduled updates for rod after this one? 👀👀👀👀 I JUST AHHH I LOVED IT ♥️♥️😭😭 cant wait for chap 16!!!!!!!!!! 🥺♥️

I am so glad that you liked it ❤️ like really, I thought you guys were going to spank me or something LMAO. And yeah, I'm thinking of making a schedule to let you guys know when the updates will come out, but the only problem is that I never know when I will finish a chapter hahaha. I'm already working on the next two chapters and maybe, I'll post 16 next week.

Please never apologise to us for your fics & misunderstandings.. your fics give me life!! I can’t see how the anon would possibly assume homophobia from ROD, but that usually has more to do with them & less to do with your writing. People will read into anything & curve it to fit their personal narrative or chip on their shoulder. I’m a long time, loyal, reader.. & I’ve said before no one writes a dark & dangerous Jungkook the way you do. ROD is perfection & so are your other fics. Hugs 🤍✌🏼

Aww babe you're too sweet ❤️❤️ Thank you so much for your words, it really means a lot to me ❤️