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Husband

Yandere Jin x Reader, Yandere Jimin x Reader

Summary: When your husband cheats on you and an old classmate of yours comes to the rescue....

Warnings: yandere Jin, yandere Jimin, cheating, blackmailing

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it and if you did please leave a like.

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You arrived home with the bouquet of flowers in your hand. It's your first wedding anniversary and you decided to give your husband a surprise. Though you know he doesn't love you but wanted to give this relationship a chance.

As you entered inside you heard some weird noises from upstairs. Without wasting any time you rushed upstairs. You could hear the sound of your husband, he was groaning or moaning you have no idea. You got worried for him and followed the sound and it was coming from your room.

Did he get hurt?

The door was unlocked and when you opened it, the floor beneath you slipped from your feet. The bouquet you were carrying fell from your hand. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. You wanted to surprise your husband but he surprised you.

A drop of tear rolled down your face. You saw the your totally naked husband thrusting into your best friend. They were moaning in pleasure and were still not aware of your presence.

You don't want to grab their attention and get humiliated by them. So without thinking anything else you ran out of the house.

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You were sitting on a roadside bench while crying. You don't know what you did wrong to deserve this. You never trusted your husband but your childhood bestfriend whom you trusted the most betrayed you. You don't have anywhere to go now. If you go back to your parents they will be disappointed at you.

You thought that your relationship with Jin was getting better after what happened between you last week. Though he was drunk but the next morning he said that he doesn't regrets it and wants to give your relationship a chance. You never saw it coming.

It was raining heavily and you were totally drenched. But you were too lost in your thoughts to realise it. Suddenly you felt someone's presence beside you and the raindrops stopped hitting your head. You looked up and saw Jimin holding an umbrella above your head.

"Don't want a pretty lady falling sick."

This is the first time you felt so happy seeing him you didn't think of anything and got up and hugged him tightly.

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5 years later:

"Tae stop running."

You ran behind your four years old son. You were out of your breath but he was not giving up. He showed his little tongue to you and continued running. You chased him.

Son, yes you have a son. His name is Taehyung (A/N: Sorry, not sorry 🤣). He is your and Jin's son and currently he is four years old, soon to be five. Jin has no idea about the existence of his son. You decided it's better if he has no idea or he will take Taehyung away from you and you don't want that.

About Jin you have no idea where he is and what he is doing. Last you saw him the day you both signed the divorce paper. After that you shifted to another city with the help of Jimin. Then you got to know that you are pregnant. At first you decided to abort the baby but later realised that the baby is innocent and even Jimin convinced you to keep it. That was the best decision of your life.

Jimin has truly been an angel to you in these years. He helped you to open a bakery which was your childhood dream and took care of Taehyung like a real father. Actually he was a classmate of yours in your high school days. He even proposed you but you rejected him because he was a bad boy. But when he once again proposed to you after Taehyung was born, you accepted him.

That was the second best thing that happened in your life. Now you both are happily married and you could not be more happy. Jimin never let Taehyung feel that he is his stepfather.

"Daddy"

(A/N: Dirty minded people 😏)

You were brought back from your train of thoughts when you heard Taehyung yell and run towards Jimin. Jimin picked him up in his lap and pecked his face with kisses. You just watched the father son duo with adoration in your eyes.

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"Momma, good uncle gave me chocolate"

Your son came towards you with the packet of chocolate in his hand.

"Tae, how many times have I told you to not accept anything from strangers?"

You said making your son pout.

"Momma but uncle is good and he is not a stranger, he said he knows you."

He said with a little on his face. You couldn't help but admire how adorable your son is.

"Baby you never know. Maybe that good uncle wants to take you away from momma and daddy."

After hearing your words your son's eyes widened in shock.

"Really, momma?"

"Yes baby, now promise me you will never talk to that stranger uncle again."

"Promise momma."

You pecked his forehead. You are really worried for your son. You don't know who the stranger is but he doesn't seem like good news to you. So you want Taehyung to stay away from him.

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"Baby I'm home."

You yelled and expected Taehyung to run to you and hug you but it didn't happen. Maybe he is asleep, you decided not to wake him up. You went straight away to your room and changed your clothes.

Something was odd today, this is what your gut feelings screamed. You then rushed to your son's room and heard the sound of whispering coming from inside.

"But momma said not to talk to you. She said you are a bad guy."

"Do I look like a bad guy to you?"

"N-no"

You heard the voice of your son and another masculine voice. The voice seemed familiar to you but it was not Jimin. You quickly opened the door and found someone unexpected there having a conversation with your son.

The sound of the door grabbed their attention. You saw your ex-husband looking at you with a smile on his face.

"Stay away from my son."

You rushed towards your son to take him away but Jin came and stood right in front of you before you could reach him.

"Correction, our son"

He grabbed your arms and pinned you on the nearby wall. Taehyung just stared at both of you with confusion written all over his face.

"I'll give you two options- first, come back to me and we can live as a happy family, you, me and our son. Second I'll kill that husband of yours and still take you with me."

"I'll never go back with a cheater."

"Y/N listen about that day, that bitch Jieun she seduced me and mixed something in my drink. I never wanted to cheat on you."

You know he is lying but now you are not the old Y/N anymore you won't fall for his lies. But somewhere inside you, you felt like he is saying the truth but you don't want to believe him.

"Will you come back with me or not?"

Jin glared at you. This time you won't let him play with your feelings. These few years without him have been the best time of your life and now you love Jimin and Taehyung loves him too. You will never leave him for a person who cheated on you with your best friend.

"NO!"

You yelled at him and fell a stinging pain on your right cheek. He just slapped you.

"You are a bad uncle, you hurt momma. My daddy is a cop he will put you in prison."

Taehyung tried to come between you but Jin pushed him back making him fall on the ground.

"Tae-"

"Now will you come with me or not?"

You saw him pointing a gun towards Taehyung. You were too shocked at this point. How can he do that? Taehyung is his own son.

"You won't do that?"

"Believe me love, I can do anything for you. Even if it is to kill our son."

He let out an evil laughter. How can someone be so heartless?

"This one is too annoying. Don't worry I'll kill him and your husband. Then we can have another one."

He pulled the trigger and was about to shoot Taehyung.

"NO-"

Just then you heard the sound of a gunshot. You closed your eyes, the ground beneath you slipped from your feet. He shot your son. You are such a bad mother you couldn't even save your son.

"Daddy"

You opened your eyes when you heard the voice of your son. A wave of relief rushed in you when you saw that your son was safe and alive. You quickly went towards him and hugged him. You peppered kisses all over his face.

You were too busy in your thoughts when your eyes fell over the dead body of your ex husband and Jimin standing a few feet away from you with a gun in his hand.

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Jimin's POV:

I watched Y/N and Taehyung peacefully sleeping. They went through a lot today and all they needed was rest. I know it will be hard but I hope they forget about today's incident.

I got rid of Y/N's ex-husband's dead body. It was not a difficult task. I got up from the bed and went towards the balcony and admired the night view of the city.

I'm happy that Y/N and Taehyung are both okay but if I wouldn't have arrived at the right time, we would have to lose Taehyung. I thought Jin was out of Y/N's life forever but guess what I was wrong. I should have made a better plan but no worries Y/N is still with me, that's what matters.

That Jieun bitch, I'll kill her. She can't even do a simple task properly. I didn't pay her for nothing. But guess what it was not her fault that idiot was really in love with her. Alas! luck didn't favour him.

I looked back at the room where Y/N and Taehyung were sleeping. Two things that I'll make sure of are: firstly, I'll make sure Y/N never gets to know the truth and secondly I'll make sure that Taehyung never gets to know that I'm not his real father. I want them to be happy, no matter what it takes.

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I Don't Know You

Yandere Seokjin x Reader

Summary: When you attend a party with your best friend and the next morning you find out that you are married.....

Warnings: yandere Jin, obsessive behaviour, dirty talk, forced marriage

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it and if you do please leave a like.

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You opened your eyes and felt a severe headache. You held your head with both of your hands. When the pain slowly went away, you observed your surroundings to find yourself in an unfamiliar place. The bedroom which you were in now was not yours.

You got scared and removed the blanket from your body and were about to get down when you felt a severe pain in your lower region. You looked down and found that you were completely naked.

Just then you heard the sound of the door opening. You got back in the bed and covered yourself with a blanket. The door opened revealing a very handsome and tall man. You remember him he is the man you met last night at the party. He entered inside and his eyes straight away fell on you.

"You're awake I see."

He flashed you a smile. You were not in a situation to return his smile back. So you just kept a straight face and watched him. You very well know what happened between the two of you and it was all your best friends fault. She was the one who dragged you to the party.

"Are you alright?"

You heard the voice of the stranger. How can he expect you to be alright after what happened between the two of you? You then noticed a shiny thing on your left hand. You brought your hand closer to you and there was a ring in the ring finger.

It looked hella expensive. The band of the ring was made up of what you assume, pure diamond and there was a sapphire in the middle. But the shocking thing was how did it come in your finger?

"Who are you?"

You asked the handsome stranger to make his smile drop. He came a few steps closer to you.

"Don't you remember anything, honey?"

Why did he use that nickname? It sounded like you were his wife. You don't remember what exactly happened last night but you know this much that you lost your virginity. So you nodded your head as a 'no'.

"I'm your husband, Y/N."

He is joking, right?

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Flashback:

"It will be fun, Y/N."

Your friend Eunji pleaded.

"No means no."

"Please Y/N"

She gave you her puppy eyes but you ignored her. This time her trick is not going to work on you. Whatever happens you are not going to the party and that's final.

Yes, party this is the reason why for almost an hour Eunji is pleading you. You told her thousands of times that you are not interested in partying but she is not ready to listen to you.

"Please Y/N, just for this time. I swear I'll never ask you to come to a party ever again."

She requested once again. Maybe you should listen to her for once. Anyway this will be the first and the last party you are going to attend. You are sure of it.

"Ok I'll go but just this once."

Eunji came and hugged you.

"You are the best Y/Niee."

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Eunji dragged you to the party and forced you to wear a very revealing and short dress. You were truly uncomfortable and had no intention to wear it but you can never win against Eunji.

As soon as you arrived at the party you regretted your decision to ever agree to Eunji. The place smelled like alcohol and the girls there barely wore any clothes. Most of the people present there were couples.

Few couples looked like they were about to do 'that thing' right here. It didn't look like they had any shame. You wished that you were home right now, watching Doraemon. At least you would never have to witness these unholy sights.

Even Eunji ditched you for her crush who asked her for a dance. Dance was just an excuse you very well know what they are doing right now. You were totally alone right now. You stood at a corner of the room and blankly stared at the floor.

"What is a beautiful lady doing here all alone?"

Your attention was grabbed by a masculine voice. You looked up and saw a boy whom you recognise to be from your college standing just a few feet away from you. You just ignored him. You wanted at least a metre away from him.

"I asked you something."

You looked away in another direction hoping that the boy would understand that you don't want to talk to him. After seeing your ignorance towards the boy, he grabbed your hands and brought you closer to him.

You were shocked by his sudden action. You tried to push him away but he was a lot stronger than you. Instead he grabbed your hands more tightly.

"LEAVE ME"

You yelled at him but he just passed you an evil smirk. You thought someone would notice you but to your bad luck no one even paid any attention.

"Playing hard to get, baby, I like it."

You struggled in his hold but he was not letting you go. Your arms started to pain due to his strong hold on you.

"You know all the girls are ready to spread their legs for me. What's so special about you?"

He said seductively but truth to be said his trick didn't work on you.

"I'm not like other girls."

"Feisty, huh?"

You glared at him but it had no effect on him.

"Don't worry you will be the one who will be begging me to fuck you afterwards."

"NEVER"

You will never let him win. He just laughed at your pathetic state.

"Leave her, Jaehyun."

You heard a masculine voice coming from a few feet away from you. You looked at a particular direction to find an handsome man with broad shoulders coming towards the both of you.

As soon as the boy named, Jaehyun saw him, his grip on your arms loosened. You quickly backed away from him.

"Hyung you are no fun. If you want I can share her with you."

"No need. You can clearly see that she is uncomfortable."

"You don't know her, hyung. She is just pretending this way but deep inside she wants to get fucked like the whore she is. After all all the girls want to get fucked by me but she is lucky that I chose her."

You felt like puking at his words. How can he think so low about you? You were about to slap him but were stopped by the voice of the other man.

"She is not like other girls."

You were happy after hearing his words. At least someone is there to support you.

After hearing his words Jaehyun went away with a frown on his face. You sighed in relief after he went away.

"Are you okay?"

The handsome stranger asked you and you just nodded your head. Your were thankful to him as he arrived at the right time or you don't know what would have happened to you.

"I'm sorry on Jaehyun's behalf."

"No, no why are you apologising? It's not your fault anyway. I should be the one to thank you for saving me."

"I'm glad I could come to help."

You eyes went to the dance floor where you spotted Eunji dancing with her crush. You were about to go to her but were stopped by the voice of the handsome stranger.

"Do you want to grab a drink with me?"

"No, I think it's better for me to head home."

"Please I'll pay for the drinks."

He pleaded you. This was the first time your observed him and truth to be said he was really handsome.

"No, I can't."

"Don't say you are underage?"

"No, no definitely not. Actually I never drank before."

"No worries, there is a first time for everything. Come with me it will be fun."

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You both had a few glasses of drinks and after that you don't remember anything. You tried to remember what exactly happened but you couldn't.

"Who are you? I don't even know you."

You asked once again hoping that he would confess that he is joking.

"I'm Kim Seokjin, ceo of Jinhit Entertainment and your husband. We got married last night and don't think I forced you because you were the one who suggested getting married. If you don't believe me I can prove you."

You scanned his face and there were no signs of him lying. Even the matching rings on both of your hands suggested it. That means you got married to him in the drunken state. If your parents get to know about this, they will surely be disappointed with you and would probably kick you out of the house.

"Listen, Mr Kim whatever happened yesterday was a mistake. I was drunk and this marriage means nothing to me."

This made him furious. He got up the bed, hovered over you and pinned your hands above your head.

"IT WAS A MISTAKE AND THE MARRIAGE MEANS NOTHING TO YOU!"

He yelled at you. Right now you were scared of him. The man you met at the party last night was no longer there in his place it appeared that a demon possessed him.

"If something is mine once it will forever be mine and now you are mine. My wife and the mother of my future children. No one can take you away from me."

He is totally crazy. It was your greatest mistake on agreeing to have a drink with him last night. When you had the moment you should have ran away from there.

"Now your only job is to be the perfect housewife and take care of our children. Do you get it?"

It seems like you are stuck here forever.

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A/N: please keep in mind stories before this was made may not follow his new yandere personality (12/7/2020)

Warning: yandere theme, toxic relationship, violence

Danger level: 6/10

- jin might not be such a danger to you but he's not afraid to shed some blood for something as simple as an accidental bump on the shoulder.

- jin isn't very violent with his love but he isn't hesitant to slap you for an attitude adjustment. He's a short-tempered man and may not easy get ticked off but he isn't afraid to scold you harshly when you push his final buttons.

- jin is a million who makes thounds from his father company, he became the new eco after his fathers passing.

- jin didn't like flaunting his money often but his father taught him that gifts and food were the quickest way to a women's heart, that's how his father won his mother over after all.

- he often invited you over for a nice dinner and movie before things got serious and he decided he couldn't risk you leaving at any time and locked you up in his penthouse.

- don't worry, you have plenty of things to keep you entertained while seokjins out at work, like the movie theater, basketball court, or gaming room all in one house.

- jin is a man of traditions, he likes dates like picnics, fancy dinner, or movies with the occasional cafe coffee trip.

- jin isn't very clingy but possessive, yes. He does not take politely to others trying to steal what's his.

- he'll throw any amount of money to keep you happy and all you have to do is show him, love, even if you don't mean it

(Asks yandere jin anything you please)

death valley (m)| part 12

summary: a summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jungkook x reader, jin x reader

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

wordcount: 7k

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

series navi | masterlist | part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Someone…like him?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He’s going viral”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-you’re alive?”

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kill him”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Answer the question.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Taehyung’s alive?”

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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