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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. The Century. And you fell madly in love with him, almost leaving your life and everyone you knew behind, to be with him. 

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Music: As We Fall

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Ride Or Die - Chapter 7 (M)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader

— word c | 12,843

— 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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It was already night when Taehyung jumped over the school gate. He wore an all-black outfit, a dark cap covered his hair, and a mask of the same color covering his nose and mouth. He also wore gloves so he would not leave fingerprints on anything. He knew that at nine o'clock, the janitor checked the footage so all cameras stopped recording and only re-recorded at 9:15 p.m. He had fifteen minutes to get the recordings and get out of there. He set the timer on his wristwatch before pushing the front door and entering, walking almost tiptoe through the dark corridors of the school. He reached for a bag he carried on his back and from there pulled out a camera, turning on the night vision so he could see what he was doing. He had studied the site map before going there, so he knew exactly where the director's room was, where the cameras were connected.

He climbed the stairs to the second floor, heading toward the principal's office. As he approached, he entered the waiting room, staring out the glass window that separated the two rooms, the janitor seated in the director's chair, his attention on the computer.

Taehyung left the door of the waiting room open, he crouched behind the reception desk and opened the backpack, pulling out a bag of firecrackers. He took some of them and threw them out the door into the hall. When it began to explode, he could hear the caretaker jumping in fright into the principal's office.

“Who's there?” The caretaker shouted, going like a hurricane toward the exit from the waiting room. Taehyung then stood up at once, grasping the man's neck, choking him, who gradually lost his senses and fainted. He dropped him on the floor and headed for the director's room. He sat down in the chair and began searching for the recordings of the time when you had been kidnapped, but he didn’t find anything. The record was clean and had no record of the hallways or the soccer field during the graduation ceremony. 

“Shit.” Taehyung cursed in frustration and took off his cap, running his hand nervously through his hair. Both he and the others were afflicted with all that, none of them wanted you to be in this situation. Of all the boys, except Jungkook, Taehyung was the most attached to you. Since they met a few weeks ago, he always wanted to do everything to please you, because he always wanted to have a sister, but he did not have that opportunity. He liked to take care of you, talk to you and make you laugh. He loved your hugs because it reminded him of his mother's hugs, and because his friends generally didn’t hug him and he loved to be hugged because he liked to feel loved by someone.

He picked up the phone and called Jungkook.

“What did you found?”

“Nothing, the disc is clean. There is no recording during the graduation ceremony. Or the cameras were turned off, or someone already came here and erased everything.”

"Shit ... just come back then.”

“I'm on my way.”

And just under 15 minutes later, he was meeting with the boys.

Jungkook paced back and forth in the room where the boys were now at Jin's house. Namjoon was trying to trace the number that had sent the message to Jungkook, while the others had nothing left to do but wait for something. They had already called all their contacts, asking questions and asking them to tell them if they knew anything, but they knew that no one would call back, when the situation involved two rival gangs, people always kept quiet about it. Even though he was one of the most feared gang bosses, he wasn’t the only one to be feared.

Jeon grabbed his hair, thinking of a reason for all this to be happening. It shouldn’t happen, he and you were happy together, you would have graduated that afternoon, then you both would go out with friends to celebrate. You would go home, have sex in every part of the bedroom, and tell each other how much you loved each other before you slept together.

He couldn’t lose you, as in all the clichéd and ridiculous movies of romantic comedy he hated to see, but still watching because of you, like all those badboys school boys who disrespected teachers and got into trouble, who smoked mint cigarettes and not real cigarettes, Jungkook was in love with the sweet girl who would always be too good for him but finally at the end of the movie was with him, forgiving his mistakes, loving him more every day, making him finally have a reason to be a good boy. The only difference is that it might not end up like a stupid teen movie where everyone is happy in the end. There was a great possibility Jungkook would lose you. And he would kill all those who were part of it.

Hoseok, as always, he was propped up on a wall, but this time he had his head back with closed eyes, resting against the wall as he felt his inner self turn with feelings of anguish and anger that he refused to feel. He shouldn’t feel this way, he shouldn’t feel anything. He was a sociopath, he had no feelings, he didn’t have an active trigger, he was a cold-blooded killer, a predator who didn’t even feel remorse for the many lives he took, almost a psychopath, so why was he feeling that his mind was falling apart because of that situation? You weren’t his, you were Jungkook's girlfriend, you were Jungkook's trigger. He shouldn’t feel that way. He shouldn’t feel it.

The cell phone in Jungkook's pocket began to vibrate and he hurried to pick it up, thinking it would be a call, but it was actually a message from that same anonymous number who sent the threat and the picture. It was a video this time. At the same moment he stopped moving, freezing in place, staring at the cell phone screen.

The attention of all the boys turned to Jungkook when your screams came from the video, filled the room. They all rushed toward him to see what was happening, though they already knew the answer. Jungkook handed the phone to Jin and walked away, clenching his hands into fists, with hate pouring from his eyes, anger evaporating through his pores. Hoseok approached slowly, watching the video.

Jin raised his arm so everyone could see. You were sitting in a chair. The red cheeks from the slaps you had taken and some cuts on it were also visible. Your eyes were red and wet with tears and stained with pain. Your scholarship was ripped and full of blood, there were cuts over your clavicle on both sides and in the lengths of your arms. Your pants were ripped along your thighs, and blood flowed from your legs as well. Your chest was covered with fresh blood. A man appeared in the video at that moment, pulling your hair tightly, causing your head to go back.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it, you little bitch.” The man growled as he used the tip of his pocketknife to cut your skin from your jaw to your right shoulder, not making a deep cut, but making you scream in pain, making Jungkook trembler to hear the pain coming out of your sweet voice. “Tell your boyfriend to come and save you.” The man ordered, using his hands in your hair to guide your gaze directly to the camera. Jungkook stood beside his friends and looked at the phone screen, and it was as if you were looking into his eyes. Seeing you like that made his heart explode every second, causing more and more pain to him. “SAY IT.” The man screamed and slapped your face again, making Jungkook clench his fists again.

“Please, Jungkook ... Don’t come ... He'll hurt you ..." You whimpered, letting the tears of pain and fear fall from your eyes again. The man hit you with another slap, grunting that you had said the wrong thing and then the video was over.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Jeon began to scream as he kicked and knocked over the furniture in front of him while the others just stood still. “She shouldn’t be worried about me. Shit, she shouldn’t ... FUCK!" Everyone was angry, everyone wanted to save you, but neither of them was feeling what Jungkook felt at that moment. Except, perhaps, Hoseok. But he would not admit it so soon. “I'm going to kill those motherfuckers. I'm going to kill them all.” He screamed, punching a framed picture, making the glass break around his fist, uncontrolled against his own emotions. “ I'm going to kill everyone they know, I'm going to destroy these bastards, how dare they touch her like that, talk to her like that?”

Jungkook had never felt so much anger as he was feeling at that moment. His possessiveness, his protective instinct, his jealousy and his hatred were coming together and becoming something he had never felt before, something that seemed to be on the edge in his body, on the edge of his mind, something that would blow him up and when that happened, no one would like to be around.

Hoseok's cell phone rang and he picked it up.

“Speak!” He said. “I'll put it on the speakerphone.”

“I have something for you.” A male voice said from the other side. "About two days ago, a subordinate man of Jade Peterson, from the southern gang, came to the thirteenth district and asked questions about the delegate's relationship with Century. He also mentioned the name of Jeon's girl. He wanted to know everything we knew about her, and threatened that if we said something to you, their partnership with us would cease. We've discussed here, and we think it's best to be on your side, Jungkook is scarier than him.”

"Say the name." Jungkook growled, keeping his head down, looking at his bleeding fist.

“Dennis Harper. 35 years old, white, bald, 5,11 ". I will pass his address...”

“We went out within 10 minutes.” Hoseok said after hanging up the phone. “Take the guns, put on the bulletproof vests and prepare for blood.”

“(Y/N) is very injured, we don’t know how much more they will torture her, she will need medical attention the moment she leaves the place she is. And since I'm the only one prepared for such situations, I have to be there. Once you get the location, let me know that I'll come to you. In the meantime, I will settle a matter.” Jin said.

“You've never been on any mission with us. Why did you change your mind?”

“(Y/N) doesn’t deserve to suffer for the mistakes of this family, Hoseok. And since she is one of us now, I need to at least try to keep alive the only person who could make my brother feel anything.” He said. Hoseok just nodded as Jin passed him. “We'll help her, bro.” Jin said to his brother as he passed him, going into the basement of the house where everything was kept.

They split up in Jungkook’s’ Dodge 78 and Hoseok’s’ Blazer, where the guns were. Jungkook hadn’t bandaged his hand from the punch he had hit the glass, just to remind him that you were feeling more pain than he was at the time and he would do anything to make the others involved feel worse pain. It was past midnight and the street where Dennis Harper supposedly lived was empty. It wasn’t a very rich neighborhood, so there wasn’t much security either. 

The boys parked in front of number 728. Jungkook as usual, had his crowbar, but he carried a pistol in the holster that was around his waist, Hoseok with a semi-automatic, Yoongi and Taehyung with machine guns and Namjoon, the sniper, for being the only one who went to the army and had military training, was holding an assault rifle. Both wore black masks covering their mouths and nose, and gloves.

Hoseok was the one who opened the door without any difficulty. Jungkook was the first to come in followed by the others. The house was quiet. The man should be asleep or was not there. He waved to Taehyung, Yoongi and Namjoon to look downstairs as he and Hoseok climbed to the second floor. As always, they were silent as if they were not even walking. Jungkook left his crowbar on his shoulder as he looked out of one of the rooms, looking for someone. Having a sweet innocent smile on his face beneath the mask, but unable to take the darkness out of his eyes that smile made him creepy and totally intimidating.

As he walked out into the hallway, he watched the three friends climb the stairs and nodded in denial, finding no one on the first floor. Hoseok stepped out of one of the bedrooms and signaled for him to follow. When Jungkook approached the door, he noticed two single beds inside and two children slept in them.

“You're not thinking of hurting them, right?” Taehyung asked, whispering, stopping behind them. They both denied and left the room. Hoseok took the key from the lock inside and locked the room from the outside, breaking the key in the lock. There was just one more room for them to enter, and it was precisely there that they found a couple sleeping in a double bed.

Taehyung, Yoongi, and Namjoon scattered around the room, their crosshairs pointed at the bed. Hoseok stood on the left side where the woman was and Jungkook stood by the man's side, using the crowbar to poke the man. He began to open his eyes, sleepy, but as soon as he saw Jungkook standing there beside him, he opened his eyes wide and jumped in bed.

“Scream and she and your children die.” Jungkook snarled at the man who swallowed and looked around, seeing the others very well armed. "Are you Dennis Harper?"

“Who wants to know?”  The man asked petulant and Jungkook laughed, hitting with the crowbar on the man’s leg who screamed with pain, waking the woman next to him. But Hoseok was quick enough to cover her mouth with his own hand and point the gun at her head, before she could scream. Dennis made a move to reach for a weapon he hid inside the first drawer of his bedside table, but Jungkook was faster and hit the crowbar on the man's arm, making him fall to the floor, grunting.

“Jeon Jungkook wants to know.” Jeon replied, grabbing the man by the neck and throwing him on the bed again. “Where's my girl?”

“I can’t ..." Dennis began to speak, but Jungkook hit him again on the leg, causing the man to scream in pain, and the woman next to him screamed in a muffled voice, in despair, with tears running down her eyes.

"I want you to take a good look at her." Jeon said, grabbing Dennis's chin and forcing his head to turn, looking at the desperate woman next to him. Jeon wanted her to be like that, terrified, as you should also be at the moment. “Answer what I am questioning and I promise that maybe I will not do with your wife what you and your gang have done and probably still doing with mine.”

"You wouldn’t be-"

"What? I wouldn’t be able to? I wouldn’t be crazy enough to? I wouldn’t be courageous enough to? Do you have any idea who you're talking to, you asshole? Have you ever heard about the gang boss who doesn’t care about anything? It’s me, you fucking bastard. Look around, you trash, looks like we're kidding around here?” He growled angrily, moving Dennis's head, forcing him to look around the room, before punching his nose hard. “I have nothing to lose, you already have the only thing that matters to me, so I think you'd better do what I told you, or you will take weeks to get the blood of this woman of the walls of this house.” He roared. Jeon turned away from the man and signaled Hoseok release the woman, knowing that she would not dare to scream. “Where did they take her?”

“To a junkyard. It's a hiding place that belongs to Jade.”

“Dress up, you both are coming with us.” Jungkook said leaning against the wall next to the door. Dennis's eyes widened and the woman his wife the same.

“What? No-" Dennis exclaimed, but Hoseok took the silenced pistol in his holster and pointed it up, firing. Then He motioned for them to get up.

“If you don’t fucking do what I told you and I couldn't save my girl, I'll torture yours the same way you are doing with mine. Or even worse. I'm going to cut her, I'm going to make her suffer, I'm going to get her guts out and spread all over the house, I'm going to quarter her body and spread it around the city in a way that no one will ever get all the parts. And then I go after your gang, and leave your for last, just to see your face when you get here and see the woman you love, scattered everywhere.” He said quietly and softly, as if he were in a debate and not describing a murder. The woman was horrified at his words, holding her hand to her mouth in amazement.

“You are a monster.” She said and that made him laugh. "What are you talking about? Who are you? What gang are you talking about? What does my husband have to do with it?"

“I don’t think she knows the man she sleeps with every night is from a gang who kidnapped your girlfriend to torture her, Jeon.” Hoseok laughed, giving a comic look to his friend.

“What?” She looked confused at her husband who had been silent, not taking his eyes off Jungkook. "What are they talking about, Dennis?"

“The gang your husband works for, had the stupid idea of kidnapping the only thing that matters to a sociopath gangster from a rival gang.” Hoseok explained. “And now they're torturing his girlfriend. And when it comes to her, this guy here and us, doesn’t hesitate and have no mercy, so I think it's good that you obey. Or in two seconds you will find that there are not many differences between sociopaths and psychopaths.”

“If I can’t save her, I will avenge her.” Jungkook completed Jung's sentence. "You really want to test me? And use your wife as my lab rat?”

“Dennis, he- " The woman started, but Dennis interrupted her.

“It's okay love. I'll explain everything, I promise. It's gonna be okay. Let's get dressed, we'll need a minute by ourselves-“

“Nobody here is interested in you or your wife, get dressed quickly because my patience is running out.”

“What about the kids...”

"If your husband is smart and doesn’t try to fool us, you come back before they wake up."

The place was an old junkyard that did not work anymore. There were still plenty of cars, but no one worked there for years. It was what it seemed. Jungkook hadn’t said a word during the ride to that place, that was the first time he prayed in his life, asking God to save his girl. Dennis tried to explain everything to his wife, and tried to make her understand, but she seemed disgusted with the whole situation and was crying with sobs instead of talking to him. Yoongi sent Jin a message, sending him the location. And as soon as they got there, Jin was already waiting for them outside.

Jeon parked the car behind Hoseok's.

“You think we're gonna make it?” Taehyung asked Hoseok as he made a quick check on the guns. Hobi looked at Jungkook who was still inside the Dodge 78, staring into nothingness.

“If we couldn’t, besides losing (Y/N), we will lose Jungkook too. So we have to do it.”

“Losing Jungkook?” He asked with a frown. "Do you think ... that he would kill himself?" Hoseok laughed. Taehyung was as innocent as you.

“I'm sure of that, and so should you.” He said putting the bullet cartridge in his gun. After putting it in the holster, he reached into his bag and pulled out the Micro points, handing one to each one. Connecting each member to each other. “We'll need that if we separate. And be careful what you are going to say, remember that we are all going to be listening.”

“Hoseok is an asshole. Testing.” Namjoon said pressing the point in the ear, making the other boys laugh and Hoseok send a finger to him.

"What's the plan?" Yoongi asked Jungkook as soon as he decided to get out of the car and join them.

"We kill everyone who gets in our way." Jeon said. "That's the plan."

“If we come in firing, we'll be massacred.” Hoseok said. Jeon was the leader, but it was Jung who had more strategy on the field. “They have too many men. They may end up using (Y/N) as a hostage and I don’t think she can handle it. Someone has to be there to protect her when we start the attack.”

“Why don’t we send that useless one there?” Namjoon asked pointing to Dennis who was inside Hoseok's car, still trying to talk to the woman. Jungkook denied.

“I don’t trust him. It has to be one of us.”

"And how do you intend to infiltrate one of us in there without drawing attention?" Taehyung asked. Jeon thought for a moment before calling Dennis.

"You will take one of us in."

"How?"

"You'll say you found him asking questions about the Southern gang, and you managed to knock him out. You're going to help us get to (Y/N) and protect her until we're all inside. Your wife will stay here and as long as you keep our deal, she will stay alive and without a scratch. Try to betray us and you already know.”

"Okay, and which one of you is going to come in?”

"I will!" Hoseok volunteered.

"No. I will." Yoongi stepped forward and everyone looked at him. “You are a great shooter, Jungkook going to need you here. Namjoon will stay with the sniper, he can observe everything from one of these piles of cars. I'm a better fighter than Taehyung and he shoots better than me. I'll protect her. Give me some punches and make me bleed to really look like I've been knocked out.”

After taking some punches coming from Taehyung, Yoongi's cheeks were bruised and his nose bleeding. There was also a cut in the corner of his left eye. Dennis put him on his shoulder and they all went to the junkyard gate that was not being watched, while Namjoon cautiously entered, climbing a few cars, climbing as high as possible and getting into a car, positioning the sniper and taking a look around.

“There are some guards armed with pistols walking between the cars. They don’t seem to have radios or anything to communicate with the people in there.” He said looking down the sniper's Scope, watching the men walking quietly, unconcerned, probably not imagining what was to come.

“Dennis is going in. When he walks past the front door, and Yoongi gives confirmation that everything is clean, I want you to shoot anyone approaching the door. No one can enter.” Jungkook said signaling Dennis into the junkyard.

So he did, carrying Yoongi on the shoulders who pretended to be unconscious, with eyes closed and relaxed body. When the men of the southern gang saw Dennis entering carrying a body, they were confused and curious at the same time. When Dennis explained to them who he was he carried, his partners celebrated and praised his conduct and action, they certainly were not Century fans.

“They are in.” Namjoon exclaimed, seeing the door closing behind the man.

Dennis put Yoongi on the floor and handed him a gun that was hidden around his waist under his shirt.

“Take me to her.” Yoongi ordered and took his hand to his ear, pressing the point to communicate with others. “All clear, I'm going to get her. When the shooting starts here, the guards outside will want to come in, but I'm sure you can take care of them.” He said, and as they turned into a corridor, the two faced some members of the gang and the boy didn’t hesitate to shoot and kill them. Yoongi didn’t always agree with all that, at first he was reluctant to do, but one day he simply realized that if he was not the Hunter, he would be the hunt, because the world always worked that way. Or you are the prey or the predator.

“Right. Namjoon, cover the door, we'll come in.” Jungkook said.

“Roger that.” He said and pulled the trigger, seeing the exact moment when the bullet pierced the head of one of the guards by the door. The shooting started, and everyone who tried to approach the door, took a clear shot at some critical part of the body, especially the forehead and chest.

Jungkook and Hoseok stood in the front line as Taehyung came in behind, shooting at those who tried to flank them and attack them from behind. None of them were there for jokes. There was not a great distance between them and the entrance door of the place, but the members of the rival gang shooting at them made it difficult to approach, and Namjoon couldn’t help but shoot those who tried to enter, because he couldn’t let them flank Yoongi.

The torture had stopped a few minutes. you felt your whole body hurt. As much as the cuts were superficial and not deep, you were losing too much blood. Coupled with the hours you'd gone without eating, you were weak. Your head was tilted forward because you didn’t have the strength to stand it up, and if you threw back, the cut on your neck would burn and tear. You've never experienced pain so strong, so bad. Now you would definitely stop complaining when you were in your period saying that it was the worst pain in the world. You were drowsy and didn’t know how long you were going to stay awake. But maybe if you were not awake, you wouldn’t feel all the pain you'd felt in the last hours.

"I'm so sorry." The boy who had tried to stop the boss from tortured you, said. He was the only one in the room with you. Left to 'take care of' you. “I never wanted something like that to happen ...”

"But it happened ..." You still murmured with the head lowered, tired to argue.

"What else could I do?" He asked coming up and kneeling beside you. "I don’t have a place to go, if the boss kicks me out-"

"I don’t care." You said raising her head a little to look at him. You could feel he was sorry, but that didn’t change anything. It didn’t make any difference, you just wanted to get out of there, the smell of your own blood was making you nauseous. “It's me who's bleeding here. Your excuses don’t change anything.”

"I wish I could help ..." He started to speak, but stopped short as you began to hear screams, swearing and shots coming from upstairs where you were. The boy next to you was tense, wide-eyed, and squeezed the gun in his hand. Your senses were too slow to care for all that, at that moment, dying wasn’t a bad idea. “They came for you.”

"What?"

“Your boyfriend came to get you, the Century is here. They will kill me ... Jungkook- I cannot let Jungkook catch me, he will torture me… he will... God, he will finish us all.” He panicked.

“Let me go." You whispered, making him look at you. "Help me get out of here, he will not do anything to you, I swear."

"You don’t know the man you sleep with ..."

"Jungkook would never do anything I didn’t want to, if I tell him that I don’t want him to hurt you, he will not do it. You can trust me. But you need to help me get out of here, I don’t know how long I'm going to stay awake.” You whispered, unable even to raise your voice. The boy next to you seemed to think for a few seconds before dropping his gun to the floor and pulling out a knife, cutting the duct tape that bound your feet soon after unbuckling the clamps that held your arms.

“Do you think you can walk?” He asked, helping you up, but holding you when you almost fell for not having strength in your legs. “Hey, (Y/N). You need to be strong, you need to be able to walk, I cannot carry you and shoot at the same time.”

“I need ... I ... to prop me up ... I need to lean on something ... The ladder ... handrails ... and walls.” You murmured softly, one arm on his shoulders, struggling to be coherent. The boy helped you up the stairs where you grabbed the rails and climbed up. Step by step with difficulty, until finally being stopped in front of the metal door. The boy glanced at you and then opened the door, aiming the gun all over the place and firing at the old gang partners. You went after him, dragging your feet on the ground and using the walls to have a support. You heard shouts, the boss's voice screaming and then more gunfire. Your mind was agitated, but your body couldn’t keep pace. You would die anyway, staying there or trying to get away, that's what you thought.

Your mind was still a little clear, you could still think straight. You stared at the bodies on the floor, choking with your own saliva and losing your breath every time you stared at the blood that flowed from the bodies of those men. They say that in hell time passes slowly, so you can feel and taste all anguish and pain. It looked like hell for you. You were in hell, that was the only explanation for everything that was happening. What if that boy could not get you out of there? What if someone suddenly appeared and killed him? You had to defend yourself. Or at least try. With difficulty, you reached down and picked up a gun that was next to a dead man which that boy had killed and stood up again. You knew how to use it, but you never really used one against anyone. You never wanted to kill anyone, you never wanted anyone to die because of you.

You just wanted to be having dinner with your parents and your boyfriend at the time, did not even know what time it was, let alone how long you had been there, you only knew it seemed like forever when you were cut off by the boss. You could still hear your own screams amid the laughter that man gave while he attacked you. You felt dirty not just because of the blood on your body, but because that man touched you.

The boy motioned for you to stop walking as soon as you reached an entrance that led to another corridor. Silently he asked you to wait for him to come back. You stopped and he went down that corridor, disappearing. Your body was totally numb and you let your weight fall on the wall you were leaning on, sliding down to the floor and sitting on the corner of the wall, facing a dead body. You were already in despair, seeing that was not helping at all, so you closed your eyes tightly, pressing that weapon against your chest, as if it were a shield.

It was when you heard footsteps and opened your eyes, thinking that was that boy, but he wasn’t there, you turned aside to the way that you had come and saw two men entering the hall.

Everything was in slow motion, black and white. You had two seconds to decide what to do. Your instinct to fight or flight was in conflict, until you remember that you didn’t know how to fight, Jungkook knew. You totally forgot the gun in your hand.

You stood up clumsy, with adrenaline in your veins, waking you from drowsiness and weariness, slipping into the blood of the newly dead, but managing to run desperately as those two men followed you. They didn’t even dare shoot, maybe because they could end up killing you and the Boss wanted you alive.

You kept running, still leaning against the walls and jumping over dead bodies, even though your body was ordering you to stop because you had no more breath or strength, until you turned in a corridor and slammed into someone, uttering a loud, desperate, frightened scream, starting to cry and kicking away from the arms of the one holding you against his chest. You had your eyes closed because you were afraid of what might happen next. You heard shouts, people running and shots very close, the person holding you was the one who shot, and it wasn’t against you.

“It's okay, (Y/N), it's me, Yoongi.” You widened your eyes as you heard that voice and that name, raising your eyes directly to your friend who held you in a protective embrace. You burst into tears, thrusting your face into his chest, feeling relief taking hold of your body as you grabbed the shirt he was wearing, afraid he would let you go. “I know it's being difficult, but you're doing well, we need to go, the others are out there, we've all come after you.”

"(Y/N) ..." A voice called your name, and when you looked back, the boy was hurrying toward you. Yoongi raised his arm to shoot him, but you stopped him, making him frown.

"He helped me."

"The boss, he's coming from the back with about 10 guys, we need to get out of here." The boy said. Yoongi stared at him for a few seconds before nodding.

"Come here." Yoongi said taking you into his lap and carrying you somewhere. That's when your body relaxed and the only thing you heard before you passed out was the voice of your friend asking you to hold on. 

As soon as Jungkook was about to approach the door, it was abruptly opened and from there Yoongi came out carrying you, unconscious on his arms. When the other boy left behind, Jungkook raised his gun to shoot, but Yoongi shouted not to fire because he had helped you. Jungkook lowered his weapon and took you in his arms, ordering Hoseok and Yoongi to enter the building and find the chief. He wanted him alive. He didn’t see Dennis with him, so he supposed he was dead, which didn’t really matter. So he ran toward the car, followed by the one who had helped you, where Jin was waiting with Dennis's wife.

He wanted to stop and kiss you, but he knew your life was still in danger. When Jin saw the two of you approaching, he started the Dodge, pulled the passenger seat forward and jumped into the backseat.

“She is too cold.” Jeon complained, placing you in the backseat of his car, your legs over Jin's lap. “Her lips, fuck”

"She lost a lot of blood." Jin said checking your wrist. "Her pulse is weak, we need to take her to the hospital.”

“Where is Dennis?” The woman asked, and Jungkook didn’t even bother looking at her when he said he was probably dead. The woman despaired of getting out of the car and running toward the junkyard.

"She's got a lot of big injuries, I need somebody to help me stop the bleeding and someone needs to drive to the hospital, now, Jungkook." Jin said and he noticed the other boy's presence and looked at him with a frown, if he was still alive, it is because he had probably done something that pleased Jungkook.

“Hoseok, I'll take (Y/N) to the hospital. Take Jade into the basement and I'll meet you there as soon as I can. Dennis's wife is going to be somewhere, let her live and send her home with the certainty that if she says something to the police, she and her kids's going to die.” Jungkook said on the communicator and got into the car. “If you want to keep breathing, help him to stop the bleeding.” Jeon yelled at the boy outside who didn’t hesitate to step into the backseat with Jin, lifting your shoulders and placing your head on his lap.

Jungkook stepped on the accelerator, driving as if his life depended on the speed he would get, and indeed it was. Your life depended on the time he could get to the hospital. He was so afraid that you would die, he couldn’t live without you. And he could not think of nothing but revenge against the one who had hurt you like that.

The Dodge skidded in the parking lot when he arrived at the hospital. He jumped out of the car, pulling the seat forward and pulling you out of Jin's arms, pressing you against his chest and came desperately into the emergency room with the you fainted in his arms, exasperated, feeling your blood wetting his shirt, and watching the drops of blood slipping out of your cut at the neck, making a trail through which he passed. He screamed for help until two nurses arrived to help him. They brought a stretcher where he gently, as if you were a porcelain doll, laid you down. He accompanied the nurses to a point where he had to stop and just watch you be led down a corridor until they turn on another and disappear from his sight. Jungkook had never had a panic attack in his life, but he was about to have one.

He looked down, feeling his chest wet with your blood and stared at his red-stained hands. His breathing, which was already accelerated, was now out of control, his head began to ache as if his brain were short-circuited in trying to accept that all that had happened and that it was your blood in his hands. He grabbed his own hair and started pulling it as he paced back and forth, grunting with anger and distress, discredited that someone had been able to defy him that way, that someone had been able to hurt you and that now he was almost bathed in your blood. Generally, feel blood in his hands, the smell of rust made him excited, he felt pleasure every time he could feel the liquid running through his fingers, but in that moment he only felt anguish for having your blood on him, tormented by the idea that you could die, he was enraged that he couldn’t protect you, he felt angry at those who had taken part in that act and hurt you.

It was when he looked at the emergency door, seeing Jin entering, being accompanied by that boy who had helped you, but still had participated in it all. His eyes darkened and he clenched his hands in fist, blood pumping up his head and he just lost control.

He rushed toward the boy who didn’t even have a chance to defend himself when Jungkook approached and hit him with a super strong punch in his stomach, making him grunt and fall to the ground. Jin, who was on his back, talking to the receptionist, heard the grunt and turned back, his eyes widening as he saw his brother kicking the chest of the man who was lying on the ground. He advanced to Jeon, trying to stop him, but Jungkook pushed him hard back. Two guards appeared and tried to pull off the fight, but Jeon easily throw them on the ground and stepped again against the boy, but Jin slipped himself in front of him, standing defensively.

Jungkook looked at him furiously.

“Are you sure you want to be beaten in his place? You know I don’t care if we have the same blood, if you stand between me and my enemy, you become my target too, Seokjin.”

“Control yourself, Jungkook, (Y/N) will not like to wake up and know that you have been arrested.” Jin growled, not moving.

“SHE IS HERE BECAUSE OF HIM.” Jungkook shouted, advancing again, but Jin grabbed his shoulders, stopping him halfway.

“And she'll need you here when she wakes up and not at a police station. So calm this fucking ass. Go to Hoseok, I'm sure they must need you now, when I have news, I'll call you. Go. Now!” Jin ordered. He was generally not used to taking control of situations. He didn’t interfere with Jungkook's actions, because most of the time he knew it were necessary, but at that moment, even knowing that Jeon was distressed, he needed him to stay in control, there would be plenty to explain to many people about that whole situation with you and he don’t need another problem like Jungkook beating someone on the floor of a hospital. Jeon let out a frustrated grunt and passed him, leaving the hospital and heading toward the car. He would discount all that anger on the real culprit.

Jin had just fill your form and talked to the doctor who was taking care of you and who was a family friend. He asked him to keep secret about what had happened and the doctor said he would do it. And there was one more thing to solve. As a lawyer, Jin understood a lot of rules and laws. By the hospital rules, as you were a minor, the hospital would need your parents there to sign some papers, even if everything was paid by Jeon's expensive health insurance. As Century's ‘diplomat’, Jin had all the numbers that were or would be important to him someday. He contacted your parents, telling them he was Jungkook's brother and explained the situation, saying he would explain everything that was happening as soon as they got there.

When Michael and Elena arrived at the hospital reception asking for you, Jin approached them calmly and called them to sit down. They were both frightened to see the beige blouse Jin wore, stained with blood. When the three of them sat down, he went to explain what had happened. It was the best lie he could elaborate between the moment he called them and their arrival.

“While Jungkook was getting ready for the graduation ceremony, he received a call from (Y/N), she said she felt like someone was following her into the school field. When he got there, she was gone. We spent the rest of the day looking for her around town, I used my contacts at some private security companies to help us find her. Luckily we found her and brought her here, she was very hurt, she lost a lot of blood and she is unconscious.”

“Do you really want us to believe that?” Michael almost screamed, getting up from the sitting chair at once. “I'm sure that delinquent did this to her, she tried to leave him and he hurt her. We saw the way he was disturbed before the ceremony ...”

“Jungkook told me that you saw her before she disappeared, did she look like she wanted to leave him? Did she seem unhappy with him?” Jin asked, remaining calm. The biggest difference between him and Jungkook was this, he could always remain calm in any situation. He didn’t have to raise his voice or use violence to solve a problem. “I honestly just called you guys because (Y/N) is still underage and needs the signature of one of those responsible who has legal custody, because if she was 18, I wouldn’t even think of calling you here, because (Y/N) is part of my family and is me and Jungkook who should take care of her since she lives with him and not with you.”

“You guys are doing a great job, congratulations.” Michael said sarcastically, throwing a wry smile to Jin who was unmoved. “You can be sure that from today, she goes back to live with us and she'll never see this junkie again.”

“I believe that this will not be possible.” Jin replied calmly again, causing the veins of Michael's neck to jump. “(Y/N) will not want to move in with you, she will not want to leave Jungkook ...”

“She's 17, she does not have to want to.” Michael shouted in exasperation. Jin waited for him to take a deep breath before continuing to speak.

“If you try to force her to live with you, she may accuse you of false imprisonment. And I'll be happy to filed a lawsuit against you. Yes, (Y/N) is only seventeen, but she can already make her own choices, and the Jury will consider her right of choice and her request to continue living with Jungkook. She will have witnesses in her favor as close friends who are all legal age. You can enter with a counter-case and an intervention of the authorities, but the process would take days to be assessed and until then, (Y/N) will be 18 and you would lose money and time in vain. You can also enter a process of mistreatment, since you are so sure that (Y/N) is mistreated by Jungkook, then she would pass by a forensic medical examination, psychological evaluation, Jungkook would testify in his defense, (Y/N) would testify in defense of Jungkook, and that would already make Jungkook be cleared of yours accusations since (Y/N), that would be the one allegedly attacked, wouldn’t have lodged a complaint. And then Jungkook could file suit against you for moral damages and you would again lose time and money because you will not be able to separate those two. But if you want to try, feel free.” Jin said without even pausing for a second to breathe. Your parents were silent, amazed at how much information they had received in so few minutes. “Jungkook is a hothead, he's stubborn and usually does not care about rules, but he would never hurt (Y/N).”

“When she wakes up, we'll know exactly what happened and if that kid is involved in this, I hope he has a great lawyer.” Michael snarled and Jin nodded. “And while she's here, he will not see her. I'm going to talk to the security guards to bar the entrance of any of you in her room.” And he turned his back, went after hospital security. Jin sighed heavily, knowing it wouldn’t work. Jungkook wasn’t going to accept being barred, he didn’t care about the laws and that would give Jin a gigantic problem.

"You're a lawyer, then?" Your mother asked, she was still sitting there, because she didn’t have much to do. Elena wasn’t exactly against your courtship with Jungkook, most of the time she simply agreed with your father because it was easier that way, no fights.

“Yes, and a doctor too, I specialize in General Practitioner.” He answered and Elena's mouth opened in surprise. “Jungkook and our family is not as bad as you think we’re.”

“It was a surprise to know he has a brother. (Y/N) never told us about you.”

“She didn’t know about me until a few weeks ago. Jeon doesn’t like to involve family in personal matters.”

“I thank you for helping my daughter. Sorry for Michael's attitude. He's very hotheaded, and we were both terrified of (Y/N)'s sudden disappearance at graduation, and we are even more frightened by your call, but at the same time relieved that she is safe now.”

“I understand, I was the same way, (Y/N) is also very important to me. But talk to him, put a little reason in his mind, Jungkook might be the most wrong guy on the face of the earth, but if you see the way he looks at (Y/N)...”

“I've noticed.” Elena confessed. “He looks at her as if he could throw himself in front of a bullet to save her.” That was true. “What he feels for her is intense, I don’t doubt it. But I don’t want her to be unhappy, I want to make sure she's making the right choices for her life.”

“This is only she who can decide, Mrs (Y/L/N).”

“She's awake?” Jungkook asked as soon as he answered Jin's call after getting out of the shower and wiping himself from all the blood that stained his skin. It was almost seven in the morning and he was just walking in a towel, down the hall.

"No, and we have a problem."

"Which is?"

“(Y/N)'s father thinks it was you who did that to her and he's already spoken to the security guards, your entry into her room, mine or the boys' is forbidden. We will not be able to see her.”

“What?” Jungkook screamed, stopping in the hallway, muscles tense. He didn’t know if he was more irritated by the fact that they thought he would do some harm to the only important thing in his life, or the fact that they wanted to bar the entrance to your room. “This motherfucker is out of line. Who does he think he is?”

“He is her father, Jungkook, and she is still underage. The law is on his side.” Jin's voice said, making Jeon chuckle.

"And since when do I obey laws, Seokjin?"

"Since you started dating (Y/N)."

"They will not stop me from seeing her." Jeon growled and Jin sighed, tired.

“We're going to have to wait for her to wake up so she can give us permission to come in, Jungkook, and you're going need to control yourself. I managed to get you out of being charged with physical assault and violence against a private worker, but if you attack her father, you're going to be arrested.”

“It will be worth it, not to mention that he will already be in the hospital, it will be easier to mend his face when I stick it on a wall.”

“Jeon, do not make it harder, okay? I know you want to see her, that you are distressed, God I never imagined that I would speak these things to you. But you have to control yourself. She has already gone through too much stress, she needs you steady, for her sake.”

"Alright." Jeon snorted. "I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Okay."

When Jungkook and the other members of Century came to the hospital, they all walked toward the waiting room. Everyone there was worried about you and would not leave until they could speak or at least see you. Namjoon took a change of clothes to Jin, so he could take out the one that was soiled with blood. Everyone only had time to take a shower after they had come out of the basement and tortured Jade, as Jungkook had planned from the threatening message he had sent. All the members of the southern gang who were in that junkyard died, except for the boy Jin saved from being beaten in the hospital hall, which disappeared when Jin sent him away.

Hoseok was feeling anxious and wanted to punch himself in the face because of that, he still couldn’t believe that he had a good chance of being attached to you in a way that he shouldn’t be, for his own sake, for yours and for the good of the Century.

After Jin came back from the men's room, where he changed his clothes, he sat down next to the boys who were wanting news about you.

“She lost a lot of blood, had to make blood transfusions, but she's been holding on. She's strong, she'll be fine.” He told them. They were relieved to know that you were out of danger.

Jungkook was doing his best to not get up from there and to go to your room to pick you up in his arms. His whole body was tingling with hatred for your father forbade him into the bedroom and his fists almost burned to hit some punches in his face, but for you, he was holding up.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Michael, who had left your room to go to the canteen for coffee, stopped abruptly in the middle of the waiting room when he saw Jeon and his friends there. Jungkook was slouched back, legs open and knees bent, with his arms crossed and that expression of disinterest he always carried, when he saw people he thought were unnecessary on earth, like your father. Jeon looked up to Michael who still staring at him, waiting for an answer, throwing him a look of boredom.

“I don’t know. Maybe you can answer me. What do you think people do in a waiting room?” He asked in a voice full of debauchery, but the look remained the same. Hoseok laughed beside him and Michael got angry with the answer.

“You will not see her.”

Jungkook leaned forward, propping elbows on his thighs, smiling coolly at your father.

“I want to see who will stop me.” He said softly, before he lie down again and continued to stare at him with boredom. Michael murmured something, and gave up going to get his coffee, returning to your room.

Bodies, there are bodies everywhere, blood and more blood, my blood, blood of other people, shots, confusion, pain ... Pain? Why am I no longer feeling so much pain? Am I dead? That was what was around your mind before you open your eyes and be forced to close them again because of the brightness of the room light. Looking around, you saw the hospital equipment, the needle in your arm, connected to a hose that was connected to a whey bag. It was a hospital. Your sights were still blurred, but your senses were more awake. You remembered that boy who helped you out, remembered that you had met Yoongi on the way to the exit, but then everything went dark. What happened to Jungkook? Did he take you there? He was okay? How long were you there? What Day is Today?

You tried to sit down and felt your body burn in specific places. It was your bruises that were burning. You felt dizzy and brought your hand up to your face, closing your eyes, waiting for the feeling of dizziness to pass.

“You're awake, thank God.” Your mother's voice caught your attention, making you turn to the door, where she and your father came in, with expressions relieved in their faces.

“How did I get here?" You asked, feeling your throat burn, you just didn’t know if it was thirst or the cut that was there.

“Jungkook's brother brought you here. How do you feel?” Elena asked, taking one of your hands.

“My head hurts, my whole body hurts, it seems I've been trampled by mammoths.” You said putting your hand back to your face, down to your cheeks where you had taken those slaps from the Chief. You could feel the bandage where once there was a small open cut.

“His brother tells us what happened, but I want to hear it from your mouth, (Y/N).” Michael started, but Elena interrupted him.

“Your father wanted to call the police to investigate, but I convinced him to wait for you to wake up and tell us yourself, my dear.” Your mother said grabbing your hand. “So? You want to tell us what happened? Do you remember what happened?”

What would you do? You could not say that you remembered and had the danger of telling a story totally different from what Jin told them.

“I ... I don’t remember.” You lied. It was too dangerous. "I remember going to the locker room, but then I do not remember anything else.”

"It was he who did this to you?" Elena asked and you shook your head.

"What? Jungkook? No. Of course not."

"(Y/N), if he has done this to you ..." Your father began, but you frowned at him, getting furious at the insinuation. You couldn’t blame him for being concerned about that whole situation. But you were too angry to see him blame Jungkook. And even if part of it was really his fault, you forgave him, by the way, you never really blamed him.

“Jungkook didn’t do anything to me, I just don’t remember what happened, but I'm sure Jungkook didn’t hurt me. He would never do anything to hurt me.”

“So how do you explain everything that happened?” Michael asked. "You have cuts all over your body, (Y/N). How can you be so sure that he and his friends his didn’t do some kind of ... Satanic ritual with you?”

“They aren’t satanists, Father. Just because they are not among the stupid beauty and fashion standards of this city, doesn’t mean that they are bad people.” They were bad people sometimes, but not in that way. You thought. "And I'm sure none of them would hurt me ..."

"But how..."

“Can you please stop asking questions?” You asked, placing a hand on your head as you felt the pain in your temple. “I'm not in the condition now. I ... Where's Jungkook?”

“In the reception. Since unfortunately I can’t forbid him to enter the hospital, I forbid him from entering here. The security guards are keeping him and those people there.” Your father said. You sighed heavily, you were not in condition to fight, you didn’t want to fight anymore, that was triggering bad feelings inside you.

“You don’t have that right." You said trying to keep as calm as you could.

“I'm your father, you're still 17 years old, so yes, I have that right. I should have exercised this a long time ago, I shouldn’t have let you move in with him.” Michael said moving away from the bed and approaching the bedroom window, crossing his arms, while Elena only sighed with tiredness.

"I left home." You replied, frowning in irritation.

"Because I let you. Because if I wanted to, you'd be locked in your room until today."

“No, I wouldn’t be, because Jungkook wouldn’t let that happen.” You raised your voice. “I-I want to see him. I-I need to see him. Please call him.” You stammered, feeling like something was stuck in your throat. You wanted to cry, you felt emotional pain again, you were destroyed inside, you needed to see him.Jungkook worked as a cure for you, whenever you were bad, sad, hurt, his arms always healed your pain, his arms pushed away your fears, because you felt safe and loved. And after what had happened, what you were least feeling, were security.

“First we'll clarify everything that happened, and if I believe it wasn’t his fault, then maybe I'll let him in.” Michael raised his voice too.

Your emotional were terrible, everything was still very fresh, the pain, the fear, the adrenaline and anytime you felt you could burst into tears.You took a deep breath, tried to calm down, tried to think of something to tell your parents so they would call your boyfriend for you, but you knew you would not easily convince them.

You faced the open door of your room and did the first thing you thought. You yanked the needle out of your arm and pulled the sheet over your legs, throwing it to the floor before jumping off the bed, still feeling your wobbly legs, but nothing to stop you from running out of the room, without giving your parents a chance to stop you. You had been to the hospital many times, so you knew where you were going. Your legs were threatening to fail and your cuts burned more than before, but that wasn’t an impediment to you, the pain in your chest was bigger than physical pain.

How was he? How was Jungkook feeling at the moment? You remembered the conversation you had with Hoseok, you were Jungkook's trigger, you were the only one who could hurt him. Was he hurt because of you?

You didn’t want to hear the screams of your parents running after you. You just keep running away from the hands of the nurses who tried to hold you , until you finally got to the reception, where you saw him.

He was sitting on one of the couches, surrounded by his friends. The fringe covered his forehead. He was leaning his elbows on his thighs and his head in his hands, covering his eyes as he thrashed his feet frantically on the floor. Taehyung slept with his head on Jin's shoulder, and Jin had his head propped against the wall. Yoongi and Namjoon were practically lying on the couches, Yoongi stared at the ceiling and Namjoon fumbled on his cell phone. Hoseok was leaned up on the back of the couch beside Jeon, his arms crossed, and his attention was on a sign on the wall, next to the hallway where you were standing.They looked tired. How long were they there? How long have you been there?

With your legs wobbly, you leaned against the wall, but got an impulse to walk again, did not waste any more time and ran towards him. Hoseok was the first to spot you. His eyes, which were usually coldy, were now full of emotions. He widened his eyes and shoved Jungkook's shoulder as he lifted his head to ask what it was, when he saw you coming his way. He didn’t hesitate to get up and take a step towards you, grabbing you in his arms, forgetting about anything else he thought and just wrapping you in a tight hug, pulling you off the floor. The feeling they felt at that moment was the same feeling as a couple who had been away for months.

He couldn’t contain the avalanche of emotions pouring inside him at that moment and thrust his face into your neck as he cried compulsively, relieved, guilty, afflicted, tormented by what he felt for you and the happiness of holding you in his arms again. This was the first time you and the members of Century saw him cry.

He ignored your father's screams, ordering him to put you down and simply passed them, carrying you in his arms, back to the bedroom, placing you on the edge of the bed getting between your legs. Analyzing your face, as tears flow unceasingly from his eyes. He hated it, hated to feel it, but he loved that he felt it all for you. It was a counterversion, at the same time that he loved being in love with you, he hated to have so many feelings.

"Forgive me." He sobbed at you. "It's all my fault." He sobbed again. “I love you, (Y/N). I love you.” He kissed you all over your face, before kissing your lips. The kiss made you release everything you felt and cry. That kiss reminded you of all the pain you felt, but at the same time he was taking away your pain. He was healing you from the inside out, as he always did. “I should have been faster, I should have protected you. I'm never going to let you get hurt like this again. Please don’t hate me, please (Y/N).” Seeing him like that was destroying you. God, he was the most important thing you had in life, you couldn’t deny it. And the kiss got hotter and hotter until you put your hands on the hem of the shirt Jungkook was wearing, intending to lift it, needing to touch his skin, to feel him again, but Michael's screams interrupted you.

“Get the fuck out of here now.” Michael shouted grabbing Jungkook's arm, but you pushed your father's arm away, refusing to let him take Jungkook away from you.

"Don’t touch him."

"But what's going on here?" The doctor who had taken care of you, Jin's friend, entered the room followed by two security guards, drawing everyone's attention. He looked furious. “This is not a party, we're in a hospital and I demand silence or I'll have to ask you to leave.”

“So get this delinquent out of here. I don’t want him here.”

"It's Mr. Jeon's health plan that's paying for all of Mrs. Jeon's expenses. She wouldn’t have priority care if it weren’t for him." The doctor began to explain, but your father interrupted him.

"She's here because of him, and what the fuck is that of 'Mrs. Jeon'? They're not married."

"Yet"  Jungkook snarled, letting out a laugh that made Michael even more furious, threatening to attack Jeon.

“Michael, that's enough.” Elena raised her voice for the first time that day. “Our daughter was kidnapped, tortured, she is injured in a hospital bed, and the only thing you think about is your hatred for him? Stop your ignorance and leave the boy alone. He didn’t do anything to her, he didn’t hurt her. Or do you think she would run into his arms if he had done it?”

The silence then reigned inside, being cut only by the sniffles that (Y/N) gave against Jungkook’s chest.  He stroked your arms lightly, while he sniffed at your hair, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of being there with you. Michael shook his head and walked out of the room. Elena apologized to the doctor and went after him.

“I see you woke up, Miss Jeon.” The doctor said, waving at the security guards, saying they could leave. “I'm Doctor John Judd. I'm taking care of you. How do you feel?”

“Well, better than before. Why are you calling me Mrs. Jeon?” She asked confused. Not that she didn’t like it, but it was still strange.

“John is a friend of Jin, he knows everything. He knows whom you belong to and to whom I belong. All who are friends of the Jeon family were instructed to call you Mrs. Jeon.” Jungkook replied, making you laugh. Of course he would do something like that.

"Did you tell your parents what happened?"

"No." You said taking your eyes off Jeon and looking at the doctor. "And I will not."

“You're a smart girl, (Y/N). And loyal too, from what I see.” He smiled at you who smiled back. “The results of your exams are ready and you look good. You have no broken bones, no internal damage, no sign of rape …” Jungkook let out an annoyed grunt and hugged your body, as if he made a shield around you at that word. He was getting angry again. “Well, you're going to spend the rest of the day here in observation, and if tomorrow you feel better, you can go home.”

"Thank you, Doctor."

"Don't mention it." He nodded at the boy and he left the room, closing the door behind him. Jungkook kissed you again, holding your face in his hands, as if he was careful to not break you, as if you were crystal.

“Can you tell me what happened there?”

Jungkook told you everything that had happened to you, he didn’t feel the need to lie to you about the deaths, because at that stage of the game, you should have known that he had killed people, so he ended up telling about whom he shot and killed.

A little later, the boys entered the room and talked to you, saying how happy they were that you were well. and they apologized for all that, as Jungkook had done. They should take better care of the "little sister" of the group. Suhee and Becca also appeared there, and they cried with you, saying how scared they were when Hoseok had called and told what had happened. But they also said they were planning a party for you, to celebrate your medical release and graduation because you did not attend the ceremony. Then as soon as you left the hospital, even if you had to just sit on Suhee's couch, you would go to the party. Your parents came just to say goodbye to you, Michael was still annoyed at all that, but he didn’t say a word to or against Jungkook.

The night had come, the visits were over, and the boys were gone. You had taken a bath with the help of a nurse who didn’t want to let Jungkook help you. As if he'd never seen you naked before.

It was past midnight, it was officially Monday after graduation, and from there you would only go back to school when you went to college in March. You had taken the last painkillers, and the room lights were off. You were supposed to be sleeping, but you were just sitting on the bed, staring at Jungkook who slept awkwardly in the armchair near the window. He was handsome in every way, smiling, serious, angry, jealous, awake, or asleep. He was everything a girl could want. A nightmare dressed like a dream.

He'd spent the whole day apologizing for everything that had happened and you knew he felt guilty, but after spending some time thinking, the guilt for all this was uniquely yours. You had accepted him that way, you had agreed to stay with him after finding out about what he was doing, you knew the risks, you knew it could happen even if you prayed to it never happen. That was the consequence of your choices, the choice to indulge in Jungkook's love even though his life was dangerous. And even after all the pain, all the tears, all that blood and all those deaths, you didn’t regret being in love with him.

Maybe it was the effect of the pills, maybe you were crazy, maybe you had no love for your life, but you didn’t feel bad about it. You knew that no matter what happened, he would be at your side, and even if he couldn’t protect you from everything, he would try his best.

The need to touch him, to feel him, that you had felt earlier, increased. You looked at the bedroom window that led into the hospital corridor and bit your lips. It was crazy what you wanted to do.You got out of bed and opened the door, looking around the hall, seeing no one was there. After closing it, you closed the window blinds and turned to Jungkook who was in a deep sleep.

"Jungkook." You called him, shaking his shoulder.

"Hm?" He grunted, opening his eyes and using his hands to rub his face. "Princess? Do you need something?"

“Actually yes.” You said sitting on his lap, making him open his eyes, surprised by his action. You pulled the back of his neck and kissed him, wrapping your fingers through his hair.

"Baby ... we can’t." He whispered breaking the kiss.

"Please, Jungkook ... I need you." You whispered ,kissing him again.

“You're hurt, (Y/N), I do not want you to get hurt anymore.” He said holding you by the shoulders, pulling you away. He touched you cheek and his hand came to rest on your neck, over the bandage. “This is my fault. I let them hurt you like this ... I don’t want to hurt you even more.”

“I'm fine, Jungkook. It doesn’t hurt that much anymore. It wasn’t deep cuts, I'm fine.” You whispered, kissing her neck. "Just hold my back, they didn’t hurt me there. But please, I need this. I know you will not hurt me. We can do this.” You said, starting to move your hips, rubbing yourself over his pants. He moaned, letting out a long sigh. “Let me ride you, please. I swear it will not be long, and I will not hurt like this.”

Jungkook couldn’t hold the will he had to be inside you.

“All right, but if any of your bruises start to hurt, I want you to stop. And if I notice you are feeling pain, I'll stop you, got it?”

"Yes," you whispered. You reached down to open the jeans he wore while he took one of his hands between your legs, touching you over your panties. You moaned as you felt his fingers touching you, and he groaned as you gripped his cock. You massaged him while he did the same to you. You kissed him passionately as he decided where to put his free hand.

When he was hard, you stood up a little, holding a groan of pain for the bruises on your legs starting burn, and finally slid his cock into your entrance, coming down and up slowly. Jungkook groaned and threw his head back, grabbing the arms of the chair as you laid your hands on his shoulders. You moved back and forth, up and down, rolling your hips, trying so hard to keep your groans inside your mouth.

“Fuck, baby.” He moaned, pressing his fingers into the arms of the chair. He wanted to touch you, but he didn’t want to hurt you. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, controlling himself. You held his chin and made him open his eyes and face you.

"Look at me, I need to see your eyes." You whispered to him. He chuckled and nodded.

The next few minutes were filled with low groans and swearing, until Jungkook lost control. He held your back and stood with his cock still inside you, walking toward the bed and laying you on the edge. The bed was small, so your head hung on the other side. He grabbed the edge of the mattress and began to thrust harder, making you bite your own hand to not scream with pleasure.

"Oh baby, how delicious you are. I want to fuck you forever.” He grunted, increasing the speed of the thrusts, you didn’t even feel the orgasm coming, you were caught surprise by it, making you arch your back, and grabbed the hands of Jungkook holding the mattress. "I need to stop, I can’t cum inside you, i will not be able to clean you up. "

"Cum in my throat." You whispered, still feeling your body shake with the orgasm. Jungkook stopped moving immediately, trying to know if you meant it or not. You raised your head and looked into his eyes, smiling. "Come on." You called him. He came out of your pussy and circled the bed.

"Are you sure, princess?”

“Yes baby, please cum in my throat.” You said, shivering up Jungkook's spine. You opened your mouth, Jungkook placed his cock in your mouth and slowly pushed in, holding the mattress as he pushed his dick into your throat.

“Your throat is so tight, baby. Just like your cunt." He moaned. You raised your hands, holding his hips and pulling for you, asking him to be faster, and so he did. He started fucking your throat, letting out low moans and squeezing the sheet. You took one of your hands to his balls and began to massage it. Until he let out a low, hoarse moan, cummin in your throat. "Damn, (Y/N). You will kill me one day." He laughed, pulling his cock out of your mouth. You licked your lips and smiled. He grabbed your shoulders, helping you to sit on the bed.

“Thank you.”

“No, i thank you, wow. That was so fucking sexy. Let's try this again when we're home.” He said circled the bed and standing between your legs after closing his pants. He stroked your cheeks, coming up and giving you a soft kiss. He gently lowered the kisses to her neck, being delicate. “I'll never let anyone hurt you like this again. I swear.” He whispered, with hot and wet lips on your neck. You moaned and grabbed his hair, massaging it between your fingers. “Your Bad Boy will protect you.”

“I know.” You whispered weakly, hugging him.

“Now lie down and go to sleep, you need to rest.” He laughed and kissed your forehead.

“Lie here with me.” You asked pouting, as you reached the corner of the bed and pulled out a blanket, giving him room to lie down there. He just nodded, took off his shoes, and lay down next to you, pulling you to his chest, passing one of his arms under your body, hugging you gently, stroking your back until you fell asleep.

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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 9 (M)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader

— word c | 9,253

— 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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The party was still going on in the backyard, but neither you nor Jungkook were conserned about it. At that moment the only concern you had was feeling each other. Jungkook threw his jacket in the corner of the room. He untied the knot of his tie and began to unbutton the buttons of his social shirt as he stared at you who was sitting on the bed where he spent his teenage years. You looked so pretty in that white dress, but he could barely wait to get it out of you. He tossed the T-shirt next to his jacket and walked toward you. Unlike the other quick fucks you used to have in places that wasn’t your home, today he wanted everything to be slow, he wanted to enjoy every bit of you.

Jungkook knelt in front of you and held your leg gently as you watched him with a smile on your lips and your eyes. You rested your hands on the mattress and watched him removing your high heel, gently kissing your foot and rising with hot wet lips up your calf and thigh. He stood up in front of you, resting his hands on the side of your hip and you tossed your head back so he could kiss your neck, and so he did, leaving red marks along the length of your naked neck. With one hand he grabbed your waist and pulled you up, making you stand up.

With his free hand, he grabbed your chin, caressing your lips with his thumb. You opened your mouth and let him push his finger between your lips and you began to suck it while he let out a malicious grin, feeling his dick harden even more. He removed his finger from your mouth and took both hands behind your neck, unbuttoning your dress and letting it fall to the ground at his feet. You were not wearing a bra and that made him smile. He pushed your shoulders, making you fall on your butt on the bed.

Then he took a few steps, putting one knee at a time next to your hip, and one hand at a time next to your body, hovering over you. He lowered his face to your belly, kissing you gently, licking and sucking, causing you to squirm under him and take your hands to his hair, pulling it lightly.

He raised his kisses to the valley of your breasts, grabbing one with one hand and placing the other between his lips, sucking and nibbling your nipple, making you rub your thighs, feeling  heat rising through your body, needing him to touch you down there. Jungkook realized that you were uneasy and looked at you smiling, dark-eyed, he kissed your lips on a warm and passionate kiss, while you could feel his hand coming down from your breast to the middle of your legs, caressing you over of the panties, making you pant between the kiss. You grunted in disapproval as he stopped touching you, but nearly choked when you felt him putting his fingers inside your panties, touching your sensitive, thirsty clit.

"Jungkook ..." You moaned between his lips, arching your back as he stroked you slowly.

“Yes, baby.” He whispered between his lips, not opening his eyes, not ceasing to kiss or touch you.

You couldn’t say anything, because you felt his finger playing with your entrance, forcing you to separate the kiss and draw the air that was missing in your lungs. The power he had over you, to leave you that way, was too good. You needed more.

“Please.” You asked in a whisper, arching your back one more time and pushing your hip against his hand. Jungkook smiled and kissed you again, drawing kisses down your body, taking every inch of you. He stood once more, gripped both sides of your panties and pulled it up, tossing it over his shoulder.

He was about to kneel when he paused for a few seconds, watching you naked. You were so beautiful to him, your skin was so silky and inviting, your body was so perfect for him, he loved you so much he couldn’t explain it in words. Jeon knelt on the floor. He pulled you a little forward and spread your legs. He kissed your thighs, laughing every time you let out an impatient moan, wanting him to kiss you in the right place. When his lips finally touched your clit, your body lifted in bed, and you let out a loud groan, resting your hands behind your back, half sitting on the bed, seeing Jungkook's face between your legs, licking and sucking your dot of pleasure.

Each time he went down and up his tongue on your clit, you let out a groan. You grabbed his hair and lifted your legs, which were once hanging on the edge of the bed, putting your feet on the bed, leaving your legs bent. You could already feel your pussy pulsing, searching for his cock, to fill you, you threw your head back, panting desperately before you let out a loud groan and squeeze your eyes.

"Plea-please Jungkook." You moaned in a trembling voice, licking your lips and squeezing.

"What do you need, baby?" He whispered, his tongue teasing the entrance of your pussy, making you grunt of pleasure.

“Your fingers, I need your oh god.” You couldn’t finish what you was saying because Jungkook penetrated you with two fingers and returned to suck your clitoris at the same time, causing you to lose the air and pressed your fingers into his hair. He knew as well as make you go crazy. He did not keep you waiting. Whatever you asked for, it was always like this. “Oh fuck, pleeease." You asked, with the words dragging out of your throat as you began to feel that delicious pain coming out of your core and taking control of your legs, before reaching the rest of your body, making you let out a cry of pleasure and throwing yourself into the bed, arching your back and pushing your hips toward Jungkook's mouth and fingers that he pushed slowly and hard into you. When you reached orgasm, you squinted, let out a loud, long moan, feeling your whole body tremble with the waves of pleasure. Jungkook stood up, using his arm to wipe the juice you'd spilled into his mouth. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed it down, taking with it the black underwear he wore.

“Don’t take it." You asked, as he made a move to take off his tie. He smiled and left the piece around his neck. He lay back on you, kissing your belly again, raising his kisses until finally his lips were on yours.

"How do you want it?" He asked between your lips, stroking your chin as he kissed you. You frowned, he didn’t usually ask what position you wanted, even because he could make you cum in all of them.

“Can I be on top?” You said uncertainly and he smiled at you, nodding. He quickly lay down on the bed, his head resting on the wooden headboard of the bed. You crawled slowly over him, seeing that he didn’t take his eyes off you. You put your hands on his chest and bent down to kiss him as your legs positioned one on either side of his body.You slipped one of your hands down between the two of you and held his cock, positioning the tip against your entrance. You slowly lowered your hips until he was fully inside you, making you moan and he let out a sigh of relief, for being finally inside you.

He gripped your hips and helped you as you up and down, riding slowly on his dick, gradually increasing speed, making both of you moan with lux as you watched his eyes drunk with the pleasure of having you there. It was not long before he put you on all fours and slowly entered you. You grabbed his tie and slid it over your shoulder, pulling him toward you. Jungkook wrapped both arms beneath you, lifting you, your back against his chest, hugging your body and nibbling your ear as you laid your head on his shoulder, and rolled your eyes, moaning whenever his cock hit your weak spot, and you could already feel your orgasm approaching again. And he could feel his.

“Fuck, (Y/N), you feel so good.”  He rasped against your ear, making you drop a faint moan and grab his arm tightly, feeling your pussy tighten around his cock. “Oh shit.” He groaned, coming inside you, making you mumble some cursing and cum once more around him, feeling your legs tremble and lose strength. If Jungkook weren’t holding you back, you would have fallen face down on the mattress and spoiled all the moment..

He gently laid you face down on the bed and kissed your nape and back, leaving wet marks on your skin before getting out of you and got up, grabbing the social shirt he was wearing before and passing between your thighs , wiping everything he had released into you. Soon after he was lying beside you, caressing your back while you were still recovering from orgasm. You moved your head to the side, watching him resting his head on his hand and his elbow against the mattress. He slowly raised his eyes from your back to your eyes, letting out a fond.

"I love you." You both said together, which made the two laugh too, you were so connected that it scared you.

“I'm scared.” He said, no longer smiling, making you frown and lean into your arms, crawling close to him. "I do not want this to end, (Y/N). I'm afraid you'll leave me one day.”

“This is not going to happen." You whispered to him, pushing his shoulder, making him lie down on the bed. You climbed on top of him, resting his arms beside his head and giving him a peck, resting your forehead on his. “The only way for you to get away from you, it's you send me away. And I know you will not do it.” Jungkook bit his lips and narrowed his eyes, bringing both hands to your face and caressing it with rough palms. “Now we'd better go, we do not want anyone coming in here and finding us that way, do we?”

"Let's just leave, I want to take you somewhere before midnight," he whispered, giving you a quick kiss. You agreed and got up, looking for your panties and putting it on. After wearing your dress, you sat on the bed, wearing your high heels, watching Jungkook wearing his pants. He put on his jacket but did not wear a social shirt that he had used to clean you. You took a moment to look in a mirror that was tucked up beside the bed, on the nightstand to straighten your hair. He smiled and took your hand, leading you out of the room. You went down the stairs normally, ignoring the curious looks of the people around you, making it clear that they knew what the two of you had done minutes ago.

You walked toward the door, leaving the house and heading toward the Dodge that was parked nearby. You were already beginning to feel the midnight cold approaching. Jungkook handed you the jacket he wore and pulled out a black sweater he had on the backseat. After entering, he drove for a few minutes, up a hill with his car and park it in the highest part of the city, in a place where you had vision for the whole city below you. He leaned in front of the car and pulled you against him, your back against his chest and hugging you from behind. He rested his chin on the top of your head as you laid your head on his shoulder. Minutes later the sky was lit by the fireworks commemorating the new year. It was a sea of shimmering and bright colors, blue, green, yellow, red and pink scattered all over the sky, reflecting in your amazed face. You were happy to be in his arms, being able to see a show of those, with the best view of the city. And he was glad to have you in his arms, the only woman he would truly love in his life.

Five and a half months later.

“Oh baby, I thought we'd be together tonight.” Jungkook said as he watched you wear your pants after you had sex. It was almost nine in the evening, and you were late for the party that was taking place in the Greek university fraternity, to which your two best friends had called you. It had been almost half a year since you was in college and you had never been interested in going to any of the parties, you were always too busy studying or having sex with Jungkook to care about frat parties.

“I have to go, I can not unseal with Suhee and Becca for the fourth time this month. They'll fuck me up if I do not go to that one and make up a tattered excuse like the last time." You said combing your hair.

"They would not be crazy to do that to you." He said getting out of bed just wearing a pair of underwear and hugging you from behind. "And no need to any excuse, just say that we were fucking wildly on the nightstand" he whispered in your ear before biting your earlobe, making your whole body tingle.

You never tired of that, of that energy and fire between the two of you, never tired of the shivers his whispers caused you and never tired of how his touch with rough hands were soft on your skin. Your friends and parents were wrong. When you entered college and found yourself surrounded by gorgeous, hot men, you didn’t think about how good they would be in bed, you actually thought about how you would spend almost 10 hours a day away from Jungkook. It took a few months for you to get accustomed to looking sideways in class and not seeing him there, tapping his pen on the table just so you would stop paying attention to the teacher and give him a little attention. Your parents and friends were wrong, every day that you spent at that university surrounded by all those boys, you fell in love with Jungkook even more and missed him all the time.

And even if the two of you lived in the same house, even if you slept every night together, you felt like it was not enough, you loved him too much and needed him more and more. If before you had doubts about accepting his marriage proposal, today you had no more.

“Please, baby. We spend the whole week away, today is Friday, you should spend the night with me, so I can take care you.”

“As much as I want you to put me face down on this nighstand and fuck me until I do not feel my legs, I can not cancel with them again, they're my friends.”

“All right, okay. Do you want me to take you there?”

“I would love, I don’t think I can wait for a taxi. I'm already quite late.”

"I'll get dressed, we can leave in 5 minutes if you want," he said as he walked away, piking his clothes off the floor.

"I'll just get my jacket …"

"In the hallway." He said laughing, making her remember that it was a matter of seconds when his eyes hit yours as he left the room and you finish climbing the stairs, so that you would start taking off your clothes as you walked towards him, he would pick you up on his lap and throw you on the bed. When you opened the door you were startled to see Hoseok there with a playful smile on his face, with your shirt, pants, jacket, and heels in his hands. You thanked him with a smile, grabbed your clothes and he walked towards his room.

A short time later Jungkook was stopping the car in front of the two-story house that had a fountain in front on the campus where the party was going.

“Be careful. These places are not very safe for girls, especially the pretty ones.” He frowned, staring at the house through the glass of the passenger window. "Call me when you want to leave, and I'll find you."

"Okay, I'll be careful."

"If something happens …"

"I'm going to be fine, my love, do not worry, my boyfriend is from a gang, have you forgotten?" You smiled at him, who returned.

"That's my girl, I love you."

"I love you more." You whispered giving him a kiss before jumping out of the car.

“I doubt it.” He said to himself before driving away.

The house was really big. After passing through the fountain, you walked inside the house, hesitant to enter, was very full and had been for a long time that you had gone to a party alone, most of the time Jungkook always had his arm around your waist, shielding you from any kind of harassment that drunken or sober men tried. You took a deep breath before you entered, squeezed by the wave of newly grown adults who were attending the party, lurking until you got to what appeared to be the living room, which was large and there was more room to move.

You saw Becca and Suhee on the left side of the large room, leaning against the wall next to a door, with glasses of drinks in their hands, and both looked to the right side of the room, seeming to stare and inspect a specific boy from a group of five who laugh at each other's jokes. He had his back so you could not see his face, but to have left your friends that way, he should be very handsome.

Taking a few steps, walking only for a little less than three meters, you approached your friends who when they realized that you were there and approached they threw themselves to you in a triple hug.

"You came!" Becca said exaggeratedly, as if she were already drunk.

"I said I'd come."

"We thought Jungkook would lock you in your house again." Suhee said pulling your hand to stand where they were, making you snort uninterested in listening to your friends talking shit about your now fiancé. "I still think you're pregnant, so you feel obligated to marry him."

"I love him, that's why I want to marry him. And Jungkook didn’t lock me in our house." You answered while the girls looked back at that certain boy. "If you want him to notice, you have to put telepathy aside and go talk to him." You scoffed and got a mortal look from your friends.

"We can not just talk to him.” Becca said.

"And why not?" You raised one eyebrow.

"That's Park Jimin, he's the hottest guy on the medical course. I'm in the same class as him, he's smart, funny, handsome, and we mere humans can not just approach a God like that. So we need him to bring his attention to us, we can not go there as if begging for minutes of his life.”

"But isn’t that what you want?" You laughed at the scowl you received from your friends. "Do you want me to talk to him for one of you?" Or are you going to make a treesome?”

"You're no good." Suhee slapped your arm and laughed again. "If he at least looked at us ..."

"Oh my God Suhee, he's looking." Becca said grabbing the arm of her friend who turned at once to the so-called Jimin. You followed the gaze of your friends and your eyes fell on two honey-brown eyes that seemed to look directly at you. He had light brown hair, split in half, fleshy mouth, fluffy pink cheeks. He smiled sweetly, his eyes went down and up constantly and slowly over you, as if he were analyzing. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a V-neck and dark jeans. So his eyes stopped in your face, a shy smile when he saw you had caught him looking at you came from his lips, and he nodded, greeting you from where he was. He seemed to be so serene, and you can not help but smile. Becca and Suhee looked alternately between the two, wide-eyed as you waved back.

His friends were talking about something, but when they realized he was not paying attention, they followed his gaze and saw you and your friends. One of them commented something to Jimin who opened his eyes wide and blushed at the same moment, shaking his head and denying it as his friends teased him.

"Well, at least he noticed (Y/N)." Suhee said drawing your attention, you took your eyes off Jimin and looked at her.

"What?"

"He was flirting with you, (Y/N).” Becca said. "My God, how do you do that? First you hooked the Badboy from school and now the cutest guy on my course. You have some honey, I can’t believe.”

"That honestly makes no difference to me, I have Jungkook so feel free." You said, waving your hand.

"Are you telling me that if he calls you out, you will refuse?"

"Yes, I already have a boyfriend, and I'm happy with him …"

"Heck, he's coming here.” Suhee whispered. You just shook your head and made to get out to get something to drink, when you took the first step, you stopped abruptly when you almost crashed into someone. When you looked up, you saw two red cheeks and a shy smile.

“Hi. You're (Y/N), right? From the physics course.” He said while you were still close. You took a step back from him.

"Hi, yes, it's me. And you're Jimin, of medicine?" You said holding out your hand to him that was surprised to see you knew who he was. He squeezed your hand and gave you another smile.

“Are you enjoying the party?” He asked.

"Actually, I just got here, I was going to get something to drink."

"Can I accompany you?" He asked. It seemed so innocent, you can not understand if he was just being nice or if he was hitting on you.

“Look Jimin, you're very handsome, but I have a boyfriend." You said, wanting to be honest with him and not raising hopes for him. Jimin blinked a few times and laughed.

"Yeah, I know, I always see you coming to college with him, but do not worry, I'm just trying to make new friends, no bad intentions."

"Oh, that's good.” You smiled at him, who pointed to the path, which you should follow.

A long time later, you and Jimin talked a lot while your friends seem to have given up the boy and now they were looking for other boys as handsome as he.

"So, why did you choose physics?" He asked as you sat in the kitchen, away from the mess in the other rooms of the house. You were with a drinking glass in front of you, but had not come to drink even half. You were not in the mood for alcohol.

“I don’t know. I've always liked things that most people do not like very much.” You shrugged and looked at him, his attention totally turned on you, curious. “What about you? Why did you choose medicine?”

“Well, It was not exactly me who chosen, I was forced to choose. My mother is a doctor and my father is a lawyer. I come from a family of arrogant people, so either I would go to court to defend murderers, thieves and other criminals, or I would do medicine and help save lives. The choice was quite obvious in the day.” He replied, taking a sip of his drink and smiling back at her. "Have you been dating a long time?"

“Yeah, it's been over a year.”

“And you're happy with him?” The question made you scowl and look at Jimin, who was waiting for you to respond. You let your head drop to one side, confused as to why he was asking you that, but you supposed he should be curious. So you smiled.

“Yes, he makes me very happy.”

It was nearly two o'clock when you were standing on the curb in front of the fraternity house. You'd just take your friends to the dorm, and had called Jungkook for him to pick you up. A few minutes passed when someone grabbed you from behind, startling you and making you jump forward, turning back with wide eyes, You came face to face with one of the boys at the party, wearing the fraternity shirt, drunk, looking at you with a smile that made your stomach turn in disgust.

“Calm down, you little kitten, I was just going to kiss you on the neck.” He said drunk.

"I have a boyfriend who already does this, I don’t need yours." You snapped angrily at his action. The thing you loathed most were men who thought it was right to catch any girl they saw without asking for permission.

"I can be more fun than your boyfriend." He said walking toward you that started to go back, moving away.

“Oh, I doubt it.” You answered, but the boy was quick enough to hold your wrists and pull you against him, hugging your waist so tightly leaving your arms locked between the two of you, so you could not even move. You panicked, screaming for him to let you go, but the people around you just didn’t want to do anything, even if they saw that he was trying to kiss you without your permission. You turned your face as much as you could, fleeing the lips with alcohol smell of that man when someone pulled him back brutally. You ended up losing your balance and fell flat on the floor, watching Jimin stand in front of you, between you and the drunk.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Watson? Are you crazy?” He shouted at the drunkard who laughed.

“We were just having fun”

“Doesn’t seem like they were having fun. It seems like you were trying to stick your tongue in her throat without her permission.”

“She would give in one hour or another, they all give in.” The drunk said smiling and your body shuddered, and at the same moment you saw Jimin's muscles tighten and his hands clench into fist. You could not see his expression, but just the way Jimin clenched his jaw showed that he was as angry as his rigid muscles showed.

Before you could say anything or Jimin could do something, a car stopped abruptly at your side, making the tires creak as they marked the asphalt. Soon Jungkook's hands were on your shoulders as he looked worried and confused.

"What happened?"

"This asshole was trying to kiss her, using force."

Jimin answered for you, catching Jungkook's eye as he looked at the boy who had rescued you and the drunk in front of him, his eyes darkened and his cold, intimidating gaze swept over his face. Jeon got up and walked toward Watson, gripping his neck tightly with only his left hand and squeezing his throat, making him run out of air. Jungkook looked him in deep in his eyes as he strangled him.

“You messed with the wrong guy's girlfriend, your trash.” He growled menacingly. Watson struggled to break loose, but it was useless, his senses were too retarded by the drink and he had no strength against Jungkook. So Jeon hit him with a blow to the stomach, throwing him to the ground soon after, watching him cough and grab his aching throat, looking for air. “When a girl says no,  you should respect that one, especially if this girl is my girl. If you or one of these college shitters dares to attack her and hurt her, I'll make you regret you whole life.” He said in a cold voice while he stared at the man on the floor.

You had already stood up and stood next to Jimin doing the same as everyone was doing, watching. JungKook turned his back and walked towards you taking you in a tight hug, causing your heart to calm down. So he guided you toward the car. You just looked at Jimin who was still standing there, looking at them both and saying "thank you." He smiled and whispered "you’re welcome."

A few weeks went by and you started spending a lot of time with Jimin and your friends during class breaks rather than sinking into study as you always did. Jimin ended up becoming a great friend to you and they talked whenever you could.

You were in the library. You had a class off so you decided to go study a little. It was a week before the holidays, and your friends were more concerned about their travel destinations than with their studies, which was normal, you were always the most studious of the three. The library was practically empty. There were two or three people scattered all over the building. You were sitting at one of the tables with an advanced Physics book in front of you, in the chapter of Faraday's Law, when you felt a chill making you take your eyes off the book and face the front.

“Boo.” Someone whispered in your ear, making you jump from the chair and put your hand on your chest as Jimin pulled the chair beside you and sat down, laughing madly. You let the air out, irritated by the fright, but laughed to see him laughing too. He leaned on the table before leaning back in his chair and throwing his head back, still laughing, as you watched him, waiting for him to stop. “You're so cute when you take fright.”

"And you're going to look so beautiful when I hit that book in your face." You said smiling, grabbing the book, closing it and threatening to hit Jimin, causing him to raise his hands in defense. “What is your problem? I could have had a heart attack.”

"You're 18, (Y/N), you're not going to have a heart attack at this age. Your heart is very healthy." He said and that made you laugh. You'd been ironic, but because he'd studied medicine, he could not help but make that remark. He said things like that when you joked with something about health, like last week when you said that Becca would die of diabetes from eating so much chocolate and he said ‘she will not die of diabetes, not if she uses insulin’. “I did it again, didn’t I?” You laughed and shook your head, nodding, placing the book on the table, watching him laugh. “It’s stronger than me.”

“Of course, Dr. Park inside you is dominating you, and you're only in your freshman year of college. Next year, you'll show up here wearing a white lab coat, rubber gloves, and a stethoscope wrapped around your neck.” You joked, getting up to return the book you had picked up. “The girls are going to get hurt just for you to check them out.”

“I'm seriously considering graduating in Gynecology.” He said following you through the aisles between the bookshelves, making you laugh.

"That will only make it easier for them to open their legs for you."

“And it will make it easier for you to open your legs for me.” He whispered, making you stop walking and turn indignant at him, wide-eyed and threatening to hit him with the physics book again, making him laugh again. "I'm kidding, passion."

"You had better be, you pervert." You said shaking your head in disbelief and walking back toward the bookshelf where you would keep the book.

"What are you doing tonight?" He asked coming back to follow you. “There's a party in the fraternity. Why don’t you go?”

"I don’t like frat parties. What if I end up meeting some guy who starts chasing me around the campus during breaks, like the last time I went to a university party?”

"Who's that asshole?"

"I'll give you a hint, his name starts with 'Park' and ends with 'Jimin'." You laughed, putting the book back in the bookcase and turned to Jimin who had his hand on his chin and looked up, a pensive expression on his face. Then he looked at you again and shook his head in denial, shrugging.

“I have no idea who this guy is.” He said and that made you throw your head back and laugh, your eyes widening and capping your mouth closing as you remembered that you was inside a library. All the time you spent with Jimin was like that, full of laughter, jokes and jokes. You rarely talked about serious things. Most of the time he would help you tease your friends by making jokes about their love life and the bad choices they have made in their lives. At other times he would offer to help you study and you would tease him, saying that he had no chance of being handsome and intelligent in that way and that he was probably just saying that to impress you, and he confirmed many of those times, but he would laugh. Rarely you were talking about things that irritated one of you and he was closer to you than Suhee and Becca, who now saw him as a friend and not as a suitor.

You couldn’t be more happier.

...

"I'm so excited for Saturday, I can not even believe we're going to Italy." Becca said as she and Suhee packed their bags while you were there with them, just chatting. Vacations would start in two days and they could not be more excited to give a time in the study. “You should come with us, (Y/N). There is still time to buy the ticket and book the hotel.”

"No, Jungkook and I decided to spend the holidays together in Vancouver. Get out of the city and forget about the problems a little, just the two of us."

"I wanted so much that my boyfriend was a businessman, heir of great fortune ... Oh wait, I have no boyfriend." Suhee said as you both laughed at her. "But seriously, I'm glad you're happy with him and your parents were wrong about him not being able to take care of you or make you happy."

“But you know, if it does not work out, there's still Jimin.” Becca said, wiggling her eyebrows, giggling just as she had you throw a pillow over her. “Hey! Violent.”

“You know she's right. Jimin would move seas to take a chance with you. He lied on that day of the party saying he just wanted to be your friend. He just said that because you cut him before he even hit you.”

“Yeah, his eyes glow every time he sees you, and whenever you're not looking at him, he gives you a timid look, gives a passionate smile and disguises when you look back. And every time you're not around he asks about you.”

“Oh, shut up." You grumbled. "Jimin is my friend, and I do not think of having anything else with him.”

“That's because you're blinded by love for Jungkook, but I guarantee that if Jungkook did not exist in your life, you'd see how much Jimin is a cool guy and eventually fall in love with him, and if that did not happen then you're not from Earth.”

“Yeah, but Jungkook does exist, and I don’t want anyone else, so how about we change the subject and you tell me why you're packing today if you're only going to travel on Saturday and it's still Thursday?”

"Because if we arrive on Saturday and remember something, just put it in the bag, duh!" Becca laughed.

You were about to respond when My Chemical Romance's Dead start began ringing, signaling that someone was calling you. Looking at the screen, you saw that it was an unknown number and frowned in confusion.

"Hello?"

"Is this the number of (Y/N) (Y/S/N)?" A man's voice asked. A voice I'd never heard before. You sat on the bed.

"Yes, who is this?"

"This is from The Forensic Pathologist Office." Those words made your heart stop and you jump off the bed, standing up straight away, startling your friends who looked confused at you. Please don’t let anything happen to Jungkook. You thought. “Your number was in the wallet of a man who had an accident with a woman. The documents the cops found were from Michael and Elena (Y/S/N). We need you to do the reconnaissance.”

Fuck.

You stopped breathing for a few seconds before you pulled the air hard and lost your strength, your eyes filled with water, already starting to flow down your cheeks, while your wide eyes stared at an empty space in the room.

You ended up falling to your knees on the floor, the silenced tears falling from your eyes, causing Suhee and Becca to drop their clothes and run to you shaking your shoulders, wondering what was going on. You heard nothing else, only the words of that man ran like a loop in your head.

"Miss, you still on the line?"

"Y-yes." You answered by forcing your voice out. "II'll get there as fast as I can." And so ended the call. Letting your arm fall to the side of your body. It was not possible. That was not possible. You picked up the phone again and tried desperately to call your parents' phones, but none of them answered. You were beginning to panic, you couldn’t control your breathing anymore, it was as if all the earth air had disappeared and you couldn’t breathe. You dropped the phone on the floor, grabbed your hair and burst into tears, unable to do anything else, think of nothing but the worst.

"What happened, (Y/N)? You're scaring us!" Becca asked, hugging you next to Suhee.

"It was ... It was from The Forensic Pathologist Office.” You took a deep breath, able to speak through sobs and tears. “They're calling me to do a reconnaissance of two bodies ... They were with my parents' identities, they were my parents, they're dead.” You lowered your head, crying hard once more as the two other girls panicked, not knowing what to do other than hugging you. “I-I ... J-Jungkook ..” You muttered through the sobs. Suhee understood what you meant and picked up the cell phone lying on the floor, trying to call Jeon for several minutes, but it always into the mailbox.

“He's not answering.” She mumbled. "Why on earth is not he answering? He always fucking answers her no matter what he's doing.” She screamed at the cell phone, visibly irritated. That's when the screen lit up. “Who's Sunshine?” You lifted your head and took the cell phone from your friend's hand, answering.

"Hoseok!" Your voice broke, and you bowed your head, weeping loudly.

"I know, little one. I already know what happened." He said in a soft voice, on the other side of the line. You were broken enough not to even bother asking how he already knew. "I'm coming to the University. Where are you?" You tried to respond, but you could not talk, so Becca answered for you. Minutes later Hoseok was entering the room and taking you in his arms in a strong hug, saying that everything would be all right, and that everything would work out. He said he would take you to the morgue and you started asking about Jungkook, but Hoseok said that he was busy with some things and that he couldn’t be with you at that moment, but that he would find you as soon as possible.

...

"I can’t do this." You said standing at the door of the room where you could see two bodies on stretchers, covered in white sheets. The smell of that place was making you sick. The air conditioner made you shake even more and hug your body, trying to inultiously stop shaking. Your legs did not move and you could not breathe right, your head was spinning and you threatened to faint any minute. Hoseok stood beside you, watching you. He hugged her waist, giving you what to lean on.

"If you don’t want to do that, you don’t have to.” He whispered, looking at your face that stared up at the two bodies on that stretcher.

“What if ... What if it's not them? What if someone has robbed them and stolen their wallets? There is this possibility, right?” You asked looking hopefully at Hoseok. He knew that there was no such possibility, he knew that it was his parents who were on those stretchers, and if it was with other people, he would have told the truth naked and raw, but with you it was different, he was unable to be cruel to you, and he knew exactly why. Then he smiled and nodded, saying yes, and you smiled at him. You looked forward and took a deep breath walking toward the stretchers.

Hoseok didn’t leave your side for a second. He took a good look at you before nodding to the coroner to lift the cloths. As soon as the doctor made the move, uncovering the face of those on the stretcher, you gasped and burst into tears as you saw your parents there. Both had small cuts on their faces, their skins were colorless, and their lips were purplish. You threw yourself against Hoseok's chest and he hugged you as hard as he could. The coroner topped off the bodies once more, having confirmation that those were actually Michael and Elena (Y/S/N).

You had no strength to even move.

“They are dead.” You whimpered against Hoseok's chest. He sighed and bent down a little, passing one arm beneath your legs and carrying you out of the room. He didn’t say anything, he had nothing to say.

As soon as you got home, you called your sister who was at her house in London. Brooklin said through sobs that she would be there the next morning. The rest of the day, you stayed in your room trying to think of what to do, but the pain in your chest was stronger and you could not do anything but cry for your loss. Hoseok in a certain part of the day, brought cookies and milk that you refused to eat saying that you were not hungry. He said you would not have to worry about anything, because he was taking care of everything, about the funeral and the burial.

You asked him again about Jungkook and he said he didn’t know where he was. Later, after five o'clock, Taehyung, Namjoon, Yoongi and Jin appeared and stayed in the room with you next to Hoseok, only hearing you cry and trying to cheer you up a little, because seeing you that way left them with broken hearts.

"Where the fuck is Jungkook?" Jin asked Hoseok as soon as you slept surrounded by them. "The parents of the woman he loves die and he did not even answer her calls."

“He's investigating.”  he whispered as he stroked her hair, so asleep that even sobbed. "Apparently the accident was not an accident."

"You mean someone could have killed her parents?" Taehyung asked, taking care not to raise his voice.

"It would not be a surprise. We have many enemies. If they can not reach (Y/N) who is always surrounded by us, they go after the people she loves." Yoongi said. "There is no better way than this to achieve Jungkook."

“Jeon has made it clear to all of us and to the world that he doesn’t care about the people around (Y/N), he only cares for her. That doesn’t make sense.” Namjoon said on the edge of the bed.

“Yes, it does. Jungkook hates when she cries. He would do anything for her, and he made sure that whoever made her cry would know the darkest part of him, and you know that.” Hoseok said without taking his eyes off you, which now seemed so much calmer. "(Y/N) is his weak spot, if anything hits her, it hits him as well. He's going to kill everyone who's involved in this, and if those responsible are from some rival gang, he's going to start a war, and we're going to destroy whoever made our girl cry.”

…

A little later the boys were all asleep when you woke up surrounded by them. You felt awful, as if the world had fallen on your back, and you did not have the strength to hold on and fell face down. You looked sideways seeing that Hoseok was lying on your left side, Taehyung on your right side and Yoongi flat on your feet. Jin was asleep in the armchair and Namjoon was on the floor at his feet, anchoring his back on the older man's legs. Looking at the clock on the table next to the bed, it was already past midnight, and you had not seen Jungkook yet. You managed to get off the bed over Taehyung, trying to be as slow and smooth as possible not to wake any of the boys.

You reached for some blankets that you had tucked into your wardrobe and managed to cover each of them, the night was cold and you did not want them to catch a cold. Even if your world was crumbling, you could still take care of your friends.

You picked up the cell phone on top of the dresser and saw that there were missing calls, but they were from Suhee, Becca, and Jimin, but nothing from Jungkook, not even a message. You answered all three, saying that you were home, and that you would talk to them as soon as you felt better. You did not want to make them even more worried than they should be. You sighed and left the room, closing the door behind you gently, down the stairs.

As soon as you stepped on the last step, the door to the living room opened and Jungkook stepped inside carrying his jacket in his hand. When his gaze hit you, and he saw your state, puffy eyes, red nose and messy hair, he froze, just like you. He wanted to hold you, wanted to comfort you, but he couldn’t, not after what he'd done to you.

“My parents died." You whispered, not sure whether he knew it or not. He just nodded and closed the door behind him, unable to make eye contact with you.

"I know."

"Where were you?"

"Solving some things."

"Hoseok took me to do the recon." You said taking a step toward him, finally managing to move. He nodded again, placing one of his hands in the pocket of his pants.

"I know, I told him to go with you because I could not go."

"Why? I appreciate what he did, but I needed my boyfriend and..." You started talking as you took a few more steps toward him, but stopped on your way when you felt the strong smell of alcohol coming from him. "Were you drinking?"

"No."

"So why are you smelling of vodka?"

"They broke a bottle of vodka on my back."

"Oh my God, are you okay?" You asked sweetly, finally ending the space between you, bringing your hands up to his face, which at the same moment threw his jacket down and gripped your wrists, so you would not touch his face, leaving you confused.

"Don’t do it." He said in a cold, aching voice. You just blinked in confusion not understanding what he meant. "Don’t worry about me after what I did."

"What are you talking about?" You asked frowning. "Baby…"

"Don’t call me Baby." He raised his voice loosening your wrists and moving away from you, stopping near the stairs. You turned completely lost, watching him grab his own hair and pull them hard before looking at you again. "I don’t deserve your love, (Y/N), I don’t deserve your concern or affection, I swore I'd end up with anyone who made you cry, and now I'm the cause of your tears, and I hate myself for it, I feel like Anytime I could get a knife and stick it in my head to punish me for what I did to you.”

"But what the hell are you talking about, Jungkook? But of course you deserve my love." You said walking toward him and holding his face, just for him to move your hands away again. “Stop pushing me away, Jeon Jungkook. You are mine and I touch you when I want to, do you understand?” You raised your voice, holding his face again, forcing him to look into your eyes. His black eyes were darker than normal, he was angry, angry with himself for what he had done. "You didn’t make me cry anytime ..."

“THAT'S MY FAULT.” He shouted making you jump back in fright. His voice echoed through the house and surely the boys should have awake. "The death of your parents, it's my fault."

"What?"

"That’s why I was absent all day. I heard that his parents had died after a call. It was not an accident. I investigated the car. He was sabotaged. Your parents were murdered because of me, because you're my girlfriend, because you're the woman I love, my weak point, and since they can not do anything against you physically, they attacked your parents because they knew it would hit me, because I swore I'd kill anyone who made you cry.”

"Wait, what? ... what ... How ..." You interrupted him, not knowing exactly what to say. There was too much information at once.

“They killed their parents to get to me, because they knew I'd be upset to see you cry. Blame your parents are dead is mine, because I had the stupid idea to call you out, and ended up putting you in the middle of it all.” He said staring at you, watching you take a few steps back from him, until you're on your knees on the floor bursting into tears once more. All that utopia, all those good feelings you felt when you were with him, were fading and being replaced by those words.

The boys who had heard the leader's shouts rushed out of the bedroom, startled, just to see you on the floor, hugging your own body, crying compulsively as Jungkook stared at you without action. Hoseok stepped past him and hugged you, helping you up. As soon as he looked at Jeon he was sure that the theory about the accident was not really an accident was confirmed.

"You have to leave this house." Jungkook began, making you bury your face even more deeply into Hoseok's chest. "No one goes after you or the one you love if you're not with me. You will not see us again." He said turning to go up the stairs, but stopped, breathing deeply before saying the last thing he had to say. “You need to start dating someone else, so it will be easier for the enemies to see that we broke up ... I regret that I offered you that ride.” And so he continued up the stairs, disappearing into the upper corridor.

The boys were silent, they had nothing to say.

You cringed in Hoseok's arms, crying compulsively, that should not be happening to you. Was God punishing you for deciding to stay with Jungkook instead of your parents? Did God think you hated your parents and that's why he decided to take them away from you? Didn’t you deserve your parents? Thousands of thoughts ran through your head, questions and more questions, but no answers. You had no floor, no air, you had lost your parents and now Jungkook had left you. You were totally lost in a sea of pain, and you did not know how to get out without drowning.

…

The next day, Hoseok picked up your bags he had prepared during the night while you used his room to cry, and put them in the car in the garage.

“Are you sure this is the right thing?” He asked Jungkook that was propped up on the side of the car with his arms crossed, looking out at the street. "You know what will happen when she leaves, Jeon. Your trigger will break.”

“It's already broken. I can’t be with her after that, Hoseok. I love that woman more than I love my life. I am cold, yes, I hardly have feelings for others, but the thought of looking at her every day, knowing that the people she loves will die because of me and that she will cry and suffer for it, it destroys me from inside. I can’t do this to her. I can’t be selfish with her.” He lowered his eyes. "And I doubt she'll want to stay with me after that."

And at that moment, you left the house, head down, shoulders down, and you sniffed as you walked toward the car. Hoseok got in the car and stayed inside with the windows closed, giving some privacy to both of you, since he knew you would probably say goodbye. You thought of passing straight for Jungkook, but as soon as you was in front of him, you stopped and looked up at him.

"It was not your fault." You said. You were hurt by everything he had said, you were angry at everything that was happening, and he had no right to make you suffer even more, not after all the times he swore to make her happy. "It was my fault, I accepted the ride.”

And without letting him say anything, you got in the car and wiped away the tears and asked Hoseok to drive. As Jung's car drove away, Jeon saw the love of his life go away, perhaps forever and that made all the pain he felt, strike his heart, sending him to angry tears that rolled down his cheeks as he staring at the car that was fading away with the woman he wanted to have forever by his side.

He went back inside the house and went up to the bedroom, coming in and slamming the door behind him. The anger he was feeling at that moment was uncontrollable, so he began throwing everything in front of him on the floor, breaking the lamps, knocking over the dresser, placing the bed upside down, until he was sitting in a corner of the room, curled, gripping his hair tightly as banging the back of his head on the wall over and over again.

Namjoon's voice came from outside the door, they had spent the night there, waiting for orders from Jungkook. As he opened the bedroom door and looked inside for the leader, Jungkook stared at him.

“Find Shadow!”

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actor!jk x actress!oc

they are filming at spicy scene (not a p*rn movie). while doing it, they are naked. the director says the scene needs more energy and passion so jk makes his fake strokes harder, and in one of those strokes, the tip slips in (he had been rubbing the tip on oc pussy for a while so she was wet!) and they fuck but like fr in front of the whole crew (the director might tell them to stop but...)

🐮 🐮 🐮

“Uhm, I am not so sure about this, boss, isn’t this a bit too…”

“Sshh, this is perfect,” The director hushed the cameraman. “It looks real, and that’s what we want, don’t we?”

“Uh, yeah, because it IS real…” The man stopped speaking, instead focusing back on his camera.

You didn’t really think you’d be having sex with your co-actor… but you weren’t complaining. You were eager for his cock ever since he started rubbing his hardened cock against your clothed pussy, and when he finally slipped inside, you almost moaned.

Fuck, it feels good.

The scene continued, your character moaning loudly, her head thrown back and eyes closed in pleasure.

His hands were gripping your hips, keeping you steady as his cock fucked you. Your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts, and he let out a shaky breath with every thrust. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

This wasn't supposed to happen. But the heat of the moment was too much. You couldn’t stop— didn’t want to stop. Jungkook’s hand gripped onto yours, pinning them down on the mattress as he adjusted himself, forcing every inch he had into you. You cried out as he filled you, stretching your pussy wide, you weren’t sure how much longer you could do this, you were dripping wet.

Jungkook leaned over, kissing your lips as he thrust deep and hard, slamming into you over and over again.

Until you couldn’t any longer, your pussy clenched, tightening around his thick shaft, milking him as you came, a loud cry of pleasure escaping your lips.

It took only a few more thrusts before he was cumming too, the hot seed filling you up, dripping down your ass as he pulled out.

“And cut!”

SQUIRTLE.

“If you were a pokèmon, you would be Squirtle.”

CW: squirting, overstimulation, püssy eating, edging, fingering, clit play.

Boyfriend discovers that he can make you squirt and he becomes obsessed with it.

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When your boyfriend once discovered that you could squirt, he couldn’t get it out of his mind, finding himself thinking about it almost everyday.

Repeatedly trying to persuade you into doing it again but failing as you keep telling him how that time was absolutely embarrassing for you.

Yet, tonight Jungkook is between your squishy thighs, knuckles deep into your soaked cunt. Murmuring sweet nothings against your clit.

“So good, aren’t ya?”

He spits on your cunt, smearing it with the pad of his thumb between your folds. Lewd sounds of your soppy hole being screwed by his middle and ring fingers.

Whimpers and soft moans are the only sounds that pass past your lips, reaching his ears like god’s angel’s prayers. You’re preaching to him.

Jungkook’s goal of the night is to make you squirt, hard— all over his face. He won’t give up, atleast not until you’ll give it to him, nice and wet.

Tip of his tongue teasingly flickering on your clit, giving the stimulation needed for you to grab she sheets and roll your hips on his face. “Good girl, grind on my face like that..”

Jungkook’s voice would’ve sent you on the fine line of coming, if only he hadn’t removed his fingers from your pussy making you whine his name with pure annoyance.

You cover your flushed face, still twisted in a now fading pleasure expression, “Why would you do that?” gentle voice of yours scolding Jungkook’s evil actions.

“M’sorry baby,” He is not and you know. “Gonna make an angel like you feel good, mh?” He purs, displaying a sweet grin as he pierces your eyes with his.

“You deserve it.”

Jungkook dips his head back into your pussy, ready to taste you again. Flatting his long tongue before dragging it up to your bud, tightly wrapping it with his lips— sucking it and swiping around it.

“Kook, your fingers..please.” You gasp, tightly holding his hair. Feeling full as he gently and sloppily pumps two digits into you, obeying your need straight away.

The steady movements makes a hot pool linger in the pit of your stomach. Your cunt tightens around his fingers, sending him a warning of your coming orgasm.

Your cries are getting a little louder and thighs threaten to tightly close around Jungkook’s neck. “I know, I know baby. Hold it f’me..” He pleads, fingers curling up to your cervix.

“I, I can’t— too much!” He knows, coos at you and works in you faster which you respond to by creaming on his fingers and shrieking.

But Jungkook is not done, not even near it: the grip around your thigh feels more forceful as he violently keeps on abusing your cunt with all the power he can muster. He messily makes-out with your folds, never forgetting to give attention at your already molested clit.

Little hiccups get trapped in your throat as the feeling of another orgasm is chasing you, this time more and more intensely— almost sensing it rushing out of you.

And suddenly you snap, glisten juices covering Jungkook’s face as he stares up at you with a grin of a winner. His hair are stuck on his sweaty forehead, beaten lips and red cheeks; he swirls his tongue around the tip of his fingers, popping ’em inside his warm mouth.

Your insides flip, the sight in front of you is erotic. “Shit, think i’m gonna cum just by licking your juices..” Jungkook throws is head back, chuckling.

“Nasty.” You mumble, closing your legs. He hovers over you, leaving a sweet peck on your forehead. “Maybe, but you did very good, cumming so much for me—”

“If you were a pokèmon, you would be Squirtle.” Jungkook licks your lips, as you close your eyes.

“You and your stupid word game!”

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SQUIRTLE.

“If you were a pokèmon, you would be Squirtle.”

CW: squirting, overstimulation, pūssy eating, edging, fingering, clit play.

Boyfriend discovers that he can make you squirt and he becomes obsessed with it.

© KOOYEUX 2024.

When your boyfriend once discovered that you could squirt, he couldn’t get it out of his mind, finding himself thinking about it almost everyday.

Repeatedly trying to persuade you into doing it again but failing as you keep telling him how that time was absolutely embarrassing for you.

Yet, tonight Jungkook is between your squishy thighs, knuckles deep into your soaked cunt. Murmuring sweet nothings against your clit.

“So good, aren’t ya?”

He spits on your cunt, smearing it with the pad of his thumb between your folds. Lewd sounds of your soppy hole being screwed by his middle and ring fingers.

Whimpers and soft moans are the only sounds that pass past your lips, reaching his ears like god’s angel’s prayers. You’re preaching to him.

Jungkook’s goal of the night is to make you squirt, hard— all over his face. He won’t give up, atleast not until you’ll give it to him, nice and wet.

Tip of his tongue teasingly flickering on your clit, giving the stimulation needed for you to grab she sheets and roll your hips on his face. “Good girl, grind on my face like that..”

Jungkook’s voice would’ve sent you on the fine line of coming, if only he hadn’t removed his fingers from your pussy making you whine his name with pure annoyance.

You cover your flushed face, still twisted in a now fading pleasure expression, “Why would you do that?” gentle voice of yours scolding Jungkook’s evil actions.

“M’sorry baby,” He is not and you know. “Gonna make an angel like you feel good, mh?” He purs, displaying a sweet grin as he pierces your eyes with his.

“You deserve it.”

Jungkook dips his head back into your pussy, ready to taste you again. Flatting his long tongue before dragging it up to your bud, tightly wrapping it with his lips— sucking it and swiping around it.

“Kook, your fingers..please.” You gasp, tightly holding his hair. Feeling full as he gently and sloppily pumps two digits into you, obeying your need straight away.

The steady movements makes a hot pool linger in the pit of your stomach. Your cunt tightens around his fingers, sending him a warning of your coming orgasm.

Your cries are getting a little louder and thighs threaten to tightly close around Jungkook’s neck. “I know, I know baby. Hold it f’me..” He pleads, fingers curling up to your cervix.

“I, I can’t— too much!” He knows, coos at you and works in you faster which you respond to by creaming on his fingers and shrieking.

But Jungkook is not done, not even near it: the grip around your thigh feels more forceful as he violently keeps on abusing your cunt with all the power he can muster. He messily makes-out with your folds, never forgetting to give attention at your already molested clit.

Little hiccups get trapped in your throat as the feeling of another orgasm is chasing you, this time more and more intensely— almost sensing it rushing out of you.

And suddenly you snap, glisten juices covering Jungkook’s face as he stares up at you with a grin of a winner. His hair are stuck on his sweaty forehead, beaten lips and red cheeks; he swirls his tongue around the tip of his fingers, popping ’em inside his warm mouth.

Your insides flip, the sight in front of you is erotic. “Shit, think i’m gonna cum just by licking your juices..” Jungkook throws is head back, chuckling.

“Nasty.” You mumble, closing your legs. He hovers over you, leaving a sweet peck on your forehead. “Maybe, but you did very good, cumming so much for me—”

“If you were a pokèmon, you would be Squirtle.” Jungkook licks your lips, as you close your eyes.

“You and your stupid word game!”

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TRYNA SMOKE.

CW: weed, grinding, tits sucking, spit kink, cock-warming.

Little weed smoking and sex session with your fuck buddy jungkook in his lil’ studio.

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“Came t’see me?” Jungkook greats you, eyeing you up and down. From the door, on which you’re leaning, you send him a small grin.

Jungkook leans forward with his elbows, resting them on his upper knees as he watches you stroll around his decorated studio.

“How ya’ doing, Jeon?” You feel his eyes burning on you, gaze way too intense to go unnoticed. “Good, good..” He replies, tongue wetting down his lips.

You finally walk to Jungkook, standing in front of him and his hands immediately reach the back of your knees, caressing the tensing skin.

“Whatcha came here for, pretty?” He snuggles against your tummy, dragging his lips to cautiously leave a kiss on your clothed cunt. “...looking all dolled up.”

“Tryna smoke, put some jhené on.”

That’s how, Jungkook is now staring at you rolling a joint. His eyes are attentively watching you licking the paper to seal the masterpiece you’ve made.

“That’s hot.” He chuckles, fidgeting with the laces of his sweatpants, which are loose and hanging low on his tight waist.

His comment makes you laugh before carefully placing the joint between your lips, taking with you the lighter as you lit up the end of it.

At the same time, you move from your chair to Jungkook’s thighs, prettily sitting on them. The action makes him groan and he pulls you closer by your ass.

You drag a puff from the joint, holding the smoke in and instructing him to open his mouth as you blow the intoxicating gas in— taking it as an opportunity to slide your tongue too.

Jungkook hums, taking hold of your hips and pressing them down on himself. “Oh shit, gimme.” He grabs the cigarette and aspire from it.

Your fingers brush through his hair, down to his chest and lastly to his waistband— painfully slow you slip his cock out and play with the tip.

Meanwhile, your buddy continues on his smoke inhaling and exhaling, watching you through hooded eyes. Jungkook lets out low groans “Mhm, pretty girl..”

“Slip it in your pussy. Please.” He almost begs, blowing smoke to your face as you giggle. You obey, anyways; lifting up your mini skirt and revealing your mound.

It doesn’t take much for you to set your panties aside and slide his cock inside you, shaky breaths leaving your mouths.

Your gummy walls suck him in so good, they have him rolling his eyes at the very back of his globes. “Swallowing me so well, fuck.”

“Let’s just cock-warm, mh?”

He’s a shit-talker, a big one. He’s grinding in you so roughly not even five minutes after telling you to just cock-warm him.

Jhené songs still playing in the acoustic system, giving you that high type of vibe you need in this moment.

And the joint is still intact, not near being consumed as you drag a good amount of smoke into your lungs— you’re feeling so light-headed, full of herb and cock.

Too intensify, Jungkook pools your shirt over your breast as he eagerly dives into them. Sucking your swollen nubs and twisting ’em in his forefinger and thumb.

It makes your hips roll with more need, pushing his tip further deeper, if it’s even possible. “Jeon— shit, open your mouth” and he does.

You trace the outlines of his lips before erotically dropping a good amount of spit on his tongue. Jungkook swallows, and with his eyes he asks for more.

Everything feels so slow and unreal. The sex it’s sensual and maybe intimate, too. It’s so good— it keeps you both going for a while.

Smoking, Moaning, Grinding and after all Cumming. And Jungkook plays with the cream you both release, smearing it around your tits and licking them clean.

“You were just tryna smoke, huh?” He mocks you.

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