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Chapter 5: Authority-Shmority

(AO3) (FF.net)

November 30th, 1987

If there was one thing that El learned while growing up in the city, it was always question authority.

Back in the group home, El had befriended a wild child named Kali. They became bunk mates, partners in crime, and sisters. Kali was a bit older, and she took El under her wing. She was assertive, and demanded attention simply by entering a room. El would never forget the way she walked straight up to her on her first day while she cried alone on her bunk.

‘Don't waste your time crying over people who don’t deserve it. You are better than them, and that's why you’re here.’

From that moment on they were inseparable. Kali gave her the nickname El, but they soon called each other by their first names (and were the only foster kids to do so) because they knew that they would be in each others lives forever. She showed all of the best places in the city, she taught her how to steal candy without getting caught, all about the patriarchy, and the punk rock gospel.

When Kali got a bit older, she found a group of like minded people living on the streets and she convinced El to to run away and join them. For awhile it seemed like a good decision. They drove around in a cozy van, they slept in an abandoned warehouse, and protected each other. In a lot of ways, it was the most exciting time in Els life. They would vandalise buildings and train cars, they stole from war criminal oil tycoons to give back to the poor, they went to shows and spread their message everywhere they could. There was a political revolution happening on the streets, and El had a front row seat.

That was until her new found gang decided to take it too far.

Kali wanted revenge on the people responsible for the abuse she had been through, the abuse that they had all been through. While her anger was fully justified, it just felt wrong. It started with robbery, then moved to forgery, then arson, and before long even that wasn't enough to satisfy Kali’s rage. She wanted them dead.

It was when they broke into one man's home, that El finally decided enough was enough. She watched the way he struggled and begged for his life while he stared down the barrel of Kali’s gun. She saw the terror in the eyes of his daughters in the next room, and she saw the lust for blood in Kali’s. So she bailed. She caught a late night bus back to the warehouse they hid out in, and waited for them to come home. She knew they would be pissed, but at least her conscious would be clear knowing she wasn't around to watch Kali pull the trigger.

But they never came back.

She spent the night alone. Then another, and another, until the days turned into weeks. She was out of food and nearly frozen to death by the time the cops raided the building. That's when Hopper found her, and that's when her new life started.

After that, is was a blur of hospital stays, legal documents, court rooms, and then packing up what little things she had and moving in with Hopper. He let her buy new clothes, and bought her her very own walkman, and when they moved to Hawkins she got to have her own room for the first time in her entire life. Her counselor had said it was a miracle that she was adjusting so well, and that most kids in her situation would be either junkies, psychopaths, or both.

But El was a fighter. She was strong, and she refused to let her past dictate her future. She resented Kali for leaving her, but she understood why. She was a traitor, and hardly any better than the criminals that Kali fought. But she would never forget the lessons Kali taught her, about sticking up for the little guy, fighting injustice, and defending your beliefs at all times. For El it wasn't just about being angry, or loud music, or ripped clothes, it was a mindset based on making change for the better no matter what the cost.

Even now in Hawkins, El’s aggressive political attitude didn't change. Hawkins was painfully behind the times socially, and she wasn't about to let it slide. She rarely spoke up in class unless it was to tell off some sexist asshole in English, or argue the merits of women in history, or join in a heated political debate in social studies.

Or, as was the case today, telling her Gym teacher that is was, in fact, ‘total bullshit’ to make the girls scrub down the gym equipment in the musty old storage closet, while the boys got to run the track outside on one of the few nice days they had had in weeks.

“You should be grateful, girly.” Sneered a very smug Mr. Meloney, a heavy set man with beady little eyes and permanent bad breath. “You get the easy end of the deal. Someone's gotta clean the equipment, and don't curse at me.”

“But that is bullshit! I don't care about getting the ‘easy’ way out! It’s not fair, or right! Why don't we all clean, and then we can all go outside after?” She hissed, raising her voice. Most of the boys in class groaned, it was just another one of the freak girls stupid rants, but several of the girls hollered their approval.

“I said not to curse at me! If I hear one more thing out of you it's going to be detention. Now why don't you go sit on the bleachers and fix your makeup, looks like you have a god damn black eye.” He pointed a finger at her and several of the boys laughed.

She felt her blood start to boil, he had gone to far. She took a tentative step towards him and balled her fists. “I should give you a black eye.” She hissed through her teeth, her rage welling up into her throat. She reeled back and spit at him. “Fucking pig.”

Several of the girls behind her cheered. Mr. Maloney was a known creep. He made all of the girls feel uncomfortable and often treated them like garbage, clearly just because of their gender and his own sick issues. It was honestly a relief that someone like El started standing up to him.

“That is it Hopper!” He grabbed Els wrist and drug her out into the hallway, she squirmed but his grip was tight and it felt like it was going to leave a gnarly bruise. “Get your ass to the principal's office before I kick it there.”

She finally managed to jerk herself free and stomped to the front office of the school. She was going to be in deep shit when she got home but she couldn't help it. It was the right thing to do, and she wasn't about to let that perv slide.

She spent the rest of the period in the principal's office silently fuming as she was written up for detention, and Hopper was called.

At least her friends were supportive.

“You should have kicked him in the crotch.” Dustin said with his mouth full of sandwich.

“Yeah! Or actually punched him that would have been great!” Lucas agreed laughing.

“He's lucky I didn't. I wanted to, but that probably would have gotten me expelled.” El sighed.

“God he is such a creep.” Max shuddered. “He totally checks out all of the girls when they jog. It's disgusting.”

“He does!?” Mike and Will gasped in unison. El and Max both nodded with a grimace.

“That's what happens when you have a position of authority.” El shrugged. “Absolute power corrupts absolutely. Even stupid gym teachers.” She stabbed at her poor excuse for a salad, not really feeling hungry.

“What does that mean?” Dustin asked dumbfoundedly.

“It's a famous quote from British politician, Lord Acton.” Max answered nonchalantly. The boys turned to her sharply as if she had just spoken another language. “What? El talks about this stuff a lot. I thought you guys were supposed to be the smart ones.”

“It means that when you have authority you are likely to abuse it because no one can stop you. It's why most politicians are liars, and most teachers are assholes.” El added.

They all nodded and mumbled in agreement. It was kind of funny, watching El slowly open their eyes to the underground political agenda.

But her cop father was another story.

She knew the entire walk home that she was going to get an earful when Jim got off work. Until then, she was going to listen to music as loud as her speakers would allow and let off some steam from her shitty day.

She was sitting on the couch reading a magazine when he got home. Her stereo was blasting The Runaways, so she didn't hear him pull up, or walk inside, or stomp into the living room until he was looming above her. She jolted upright when he stomped to her stereo and shut it off without a word.

“Hey!” She yelled.

“Don't hey me! I have told you a thousand times not to listen to that crap that loud.” He was furious.

“God chill! I'm sorry, okay?” His tone, and her bad day put her in an argumentative mood.

“Chill? I get a call at work that you get detention and you want me to chill?”

“It wasn't my fault!”

“Oh it wasn't your fault huh? You call your teacher a ‘fucking pig’ and it wasn't your fault?” He was still towering above her.

“No! Because he was being a pig! He is a total perv and a dirtbag and I wasn't going to take any of his crap anymore!” She stood up, still much to short to be at his eye level, but staring daggers at him.

“Look, kid, you are in the real world now. And in the real world you can't just go around cursing and spitting at people like some kind of little street brat!”

“The real world!? As if I have been living some charmed fantasy life up until this point!? Give me a break!” She felt angry tears brimming in her eyes.

“That girl you used to pal around with filled your head with a lot of garbage ideas! You need to grow up!” He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “Grow the hell up!”

“Get the fuck off of me!” She ripped out of his grasp and stomped up to her room, but he was close on her heels. She turned to slam her door but he stuck his arm in just in time to catch it.

“Don't walk away from me when I am talking to you! This is exactly what im talking about. You like to play pretend that you are this angry punk but you just run away from your problems! You are never going to get anywhere in this world if you dont drop the act and own up to your mistakes.” His words cut deep into her like a knife. He was right, all she ever did was run away.

Run away from her abusive father, run away from the foster home, run away from Kali, and run away to Hawkins. She wasn't tough at all, no matter how much makeup she hid under, no matter how thick her leather jacket was, or how strong her ideals were. Inside she was still just a scared little girl. So while he yelled at her, for the first time, she just stayed quiet and listened. Hot tears streamed down her face as she took his beratement.

“You are grounded for two weeks. That means no TV, no stereo-” He turned and ripped her boombox from the wall. “And no going out with your friends. You are going to go to school, and come home and study and get over this bullshit. Do I make myself clear?” He got in her face again and she turned to avoid his glare.

“I said, do I make myself clear!?” He yelled. She turned to face him, long streaks of black mascara running down her face.

“Yes.” Her voice was like ice.

He said nothing as he turned around and slammed her door closed behind him, her stereo in hand. She flopped back on her bed and pulled a pillow over her face so she could scream into it. She wanted to badly to go downstairs and yell at him some more, she had so much more to say, but she knew none of it would change anything.

So instead she just stared up at the ceiling for hours. Thinking over all of the things she hasn't let herself think about in a long time.

‘Where is Kali? I hope she is okay. Im sure she must hate me, but I would give anything to see her right now. No one understood me the way she did.

All I ever do is run away. Run away so no one can leave me first. So no one realizes that I am worthless. Worthless and unlovable.’

It started getting dark, and as the sun set it became clear that Hopper wasn't going to be making dinner. She didn't want to see him anyway. She felt like she was going crazy. She jumped off her bed and stormed back and forth, the anxiety in her gut rising and pulsing, not letting her sit down. Usually she could just tune her feelings out with music, or a movie, or a long walk through town.

‘That's it!’

She threw on a warm grey sweater and strapped on her favorite boots. She flipped the light in her room off so that he would think she was sleeping and she locked the door on her way out. She silently opened her window and perched herself on its edge, feeling the cool air wrap around her. Lucky for her there was a small potting shed just under window that she could use to jump onto, and from there it was only a slight drop to the ground. She set of in the direction of Max’s house, wishing more than anything she had taken up her offer to learn how to skate. It wasn't too bad of a walk, but it was cold and dark.

‘At least I don't have to worry about getting stabbed out here in the sticks.’ She chuckled to herself, wrapping her arms tightly around herself and pressing forward.

It was a little after 10:00pm when she arrived at the Mayfield house. She could hear the usual sounds of Billy, Max's brother, and her step dad arguing inside, but luck for her, Max’s bedroom light was on. She grabbed a handful of pebbles and tossed them up at the girls window.

A few second later Max was sticking her head out into the night air and looked around he darkness.

“Lucas?” Max asked in a harsh whisper. El burst out laughing and stepped into the light.

“Sorry to disappoint you.” El chortled. “Does he come throw rocks at your window often?”

“Ugh, no shut up!” Max rolled her eyes, blushing furiously. “Why are you here?”

“Hopper grounded me, so naturally I snuck out. Lets go to the park or something.” El kicked the grass and smirked.

“Oh shit dude that sucks.” Max shook her head. “Okay yeah let me get my jacket.” her head disappeared from the window, and a few moments later she was back, tossing her skateboard out and jumping down from her window.

They walked to the nearby park, well, if you could call it a park. It was really just a few swings, a small set of rusty monkey bars, and a big dusty baseball diamond, but it was all they had available. Max and El jumped up on the swings, Max kicked off with great force, sending her soaring through the cool air. El just sat, kicking at the dirt and lighting up a cigarette.

“Max, why does everything suck so much?” El griped, exhaling softly into the air.

“No clue. It’s like a global conspiracy.” Max chuckled, her voice raising and lowering in volume as she zoomed back and forth.

“If by global conspiracy you mean thousands of years of patriarchy then yeah, pretty much.” El leaned against the cold metal chain of her swing and took another long drag.

“Hey, I think I have an idea.” Max said digging her feet into the dirt bellow and kicking up bark chips and dust, skidding to a stop.

“What's that?” El said exhaling another long breath of smoke.

“I'll bet the boys have never snuck out before.” Her face was turned up in the signature ‘Madmax’ devilish grin.

“So?”

“So let's get them to sneak out with us!”

“I doubt they will be down for that.” El sighed, stifling the end of her cigarette against the chain.

“Please. Lucas and Dustin will do anything to prove they aren't dorks. Plus Will is kind of always up for anything, and I know seeing Mike would make you feel better!” Max swung sideways bumping into El. A faint smile flashed across Els face, and before she had time to think of a rebuttal Max was pulling her by the hand in the direction of the Sinclair house.

All it took was one well thrown pebble, and Max waving to get Lucas to climb down off of his roof and join the girls. He seemed practically giddy (and like this wasn't his first time scaling his roof to get down). He had his Supercom and he used it to call Mike and Dustin. Dustin called Will and within the span of less than half an hour, all six teenagers were congregated back at the park.

Max and Lucas decided to race each other to the top of the monkey bars. A challenge that Max quickly won with little effort. Her and Lucas got lost in conversation from their perch, giggling and whispers about who knows what as the rest of the party milled around the field.

Will and Dustin were deep in a debate about some X-men character, and running around the field reenacting scenes like proper geeks.

Mike and El made their way to the swings and seeing him really did make her feel better. Being around her friends always made her feel better because they were the first friends she had that didn't make her feel like she had to prove something just to be close with them. If anything it seemed the opposite. It was always the boys trying to show off and prove they weren't just small town nerds, and it was kind of endearing.

“Hey El?” Will asked from across the dirt playground. “Who do you think is more likely to be a secret superhero? Henry Rollins or Glen Danzig?”

El snorted, surprised by the question. She admittedly didn't know a lot about superheros, but she did know that the lead singers of Black Flag and The Misfits respectively were some of the toughest guys in the music scene.

“Definitely Danzig. He probably has like demon superpowers. Did you know he is only 5’ 3”?”

“Holy crap really? That shorter than I am!” Will belly laughed.

“And just like you he is tiny but powerful.” El giggled

Dustin and Mike watched them like they were speaking in tongues, but it was nice having someone to talk to about stuff like this. She never would have guessed she would find someone with decent music taste in farm country. Thank god for Will Byers.

After the riveting talk wore down, it became apparent that Will really was out of his comfort zone. So much for being ‘up for anything’. As it got later, despite his clear discomfort, Will was pretending not to be freaked out by every noise, and car that drove past. And why he was asking for the hundredth time if they were ‘ sure everything was going to be fine’.

“God yes Will! We aren't going to get in trouble!” Dustin sighed rubbing his brow. While everyone else seemed to be enjoying the thrill of being out after dark, the Byers boy was a nervous wreck.

“You can't know that! I'm just going to bike home before my mom or Jonathan knows i'm gone.” Will zipped up his coat and hoisted his backpack over his shoulder.

“You shouldn't go home by yourself this time of night.” Max hollered from her place on top of the monkey bars. “There are weirdos out this late.” She snickered, throwing Will an unnerving expression.

“Really?” Will asked, gripping his bike handles and looking terrified.

“No not really, Max is just trying to scare you.” Mike rolled his eyes, throwing the giggling girl an accusing glare. “But it's probably more safe if I go with you.” He reluctantly moved to stand up, but before he could, Dustin beat him to it.

“I'll go home with you. I live closer.” He sighed, mounting his own Bike. He and Will clicked the small duct taped head lanterns on. “And besides, I don't want to be the fifth wheel.”

“Um well, bye guys!” Will smiled, clearly relieved to be getting home.

“See you later, little Danzig.” El chuckled.

Everyone watched in silence was the two boys peddled off, trying not to think about the implications of Dustin's ‘fifth wheel’ comment.

“Well alright!” Max hollered, jumping off of the monkey bars in a swift leap. “I want to walk around the track.”

“I'll come with you!” Lucas said, a huge grin spreading across his face as he climbed down. His descent was just as graceful as hers, and in seconds he was jogging to keep up with Max as she sauntered towards the distant baseball diamond.

El and Mike watched them leave, and became aware of the silence hanging in the air.

“I guess they are probably going to like... Makeout or whatever.” Mike chuckled nervously.

El giggled and nodded. “Yeah probably. You know earlier, when I knocked on her window, she thought I was Lucas. I think they do this a lot.”

“Jeez.” Mike rubbed his neck. “I guess that makes sense, I always thought Lucas would be the first one of us to...” He cut his sentence short, feeling suddenly overwhelmed with embarrassment.

“To what?” El asked curiously.

“To... you know...” He kicked at the dirt. “Like kiss a girl.”

El turned to him sharply, eyes wide with surprise. “Wait... none of you have ever kissed anyone?” She gaped.

Mikes face turned a deep scarlet and he cleared his throat nervously. “No not really. Dustin said that he kissed some girl at summer camp last year but I think he is full of shit. It's not like girls are really into the whole dork thing.” He gestured to himself, forcing an awkward smile.

El was genuinely shocked. Granted, she had never kissed anyone either, but that was mostly by choice. She looked at him and searched for the right thing to say, but she just found it so inconceivable.

‘How could anyone not want to kiss Mike? Dork or not.’

“Well it's not like a big deal or anything, to not be kissed.” She cringed at her own words. “It's probably not even that great.”

“Yeah. Probably not.” They both chuckled dryly in the tension of the situation. Then what she said dawned on him. “Wait, you have never kissed anyone either?”

“Nope. No one has ever been cool enough to deserve it.” El giggled. It wasn't the entire truth, a big part of her never having dated anyone lay in the fact that she was terrified of opening up to someone else, but everyone being lame was a large factor as well.

Mike chuckled with her, and looked up to catch Els glaze, she was wearing a similar blush to his own and he felt the sudden urge to move closer to her.

El shifted on the swing seat, feeling compelled to move in closer as well. The pale moonlight beamed across Mikes dark eyes and freckles, making him look incredibly beautiful. She felt her heart catch in her throat as they moved even closer.

They were close enough now that Mike could feel the heat coming off of her body. Her hair was firmly slicked back to way it usually was, but her walk had shaken several of her curls loose and they twisted around her cheeks and ears. That, combined with the oversized grey sweater she was wearing made her look so soft and warm.

They were only inches apart now. They both hitched their breath, suddenly hyper aware of everything that was happening. Every sound, every breath, the whistle of the wind, the blue moon light, every slight movement towards the other. El’s eyes fluttered closed, as Mike tilted his head in towards her. She could feel his shaky breathe on her lips, and she realized he was just as nervous as her.

‘I can't believe it! I'm about to have my first Kiss! And with Mike Wheeler!’

But then something ripped through the silence.

Just as they were about to close the small space between them, Max and Lucas’s laughter filled the night, and they both jumped apart. The chains on their swings groaning from the movement. Lucas and Max came running from the far side of the field, Lucas trailing behind and both teens squealing. It didn't seem like they had seen anything, they were far too preoccupied in whatever nauseating form of couples tag they were playing.

Mike jumped up from the swing and smoothed out his shirt nervously. He was still sporting a deep red blush and a slightly goofy smile. El was sure she didn't look any better. Her stomach felt warm and like it was twisting itself into knots, she couldn't look him in the eyes.

“Lucas Im going to kick your ass!” Max laughed as Lucas, finally catching up to her, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Max slapped at his back but she was laughing too hard to actually be much of a fight.

He set her down once they reached the park again and she punched him hard in the arm. The couple walked over the the swings, both of their faces plastered with huge grins.

“Okay kids, I think it's time to go home.” Max said, slapping an arm down on Els shoulder. El sighed, her nerves still racing from her almost-kiss. Max was probably right, it was getting late and they did have school tomorrow morning.

The boys grabbed their bikes and everyone walked out to the road. While they did not live anywhere near each other, Max and Lucas both started walking off in the direction of Max's house.

“Um Lucas? Aren't you going home?” Mike scoffed at his friend.

“Uh... yeah I am I just want to make sure Max gets home safe.” Lucas and Max ginned bashfully at each other. “Because of the weirdos and stuff.”

The couple turned around and walked off again, trailing down Old Cherry Road and into the darkness of the night. Even when El couldn't see them, she could hear Max’s boisterous laugh.

“They are such dweebs.” El chuckled.

“Yeah totally.” Mike sneered. They stood in silence for a moment, not wanting to part just yet. “I could... walk you home if you want.”

El beamed up at the shaggy dark haired boy and nodded. “That would be cool.” She tucked a curl behind her ear, quickly adding with sarcasm; “So that the weirdos don't get me.”

They walked slowly down the hill towards the quiet side of town that El lived on. Mike pushed his bike next to him, hands gripped the handle bars. They both stole glances at each other, each time making them quickly look down at their feet. They walked almost the entire way in silence, both too completely lost in thought. El was still dazed that she had been so close to kissing someone, and she hoped he was thinking the same things. Every time she looked over at him her heart thumped loudly in her chest. She wanted to kick herself for being so gushy over him but she just couldn't help it, he was the sweet nerdy boy of her dreams.

In only 20 minutes, an unfortunately short walk, they reached Els home. The lights were off inside, meaning Hopper had gone to bed. Mike didn't know what he had been expecting, but this cozy little farmhouse on the end of the quaint road wasn't it. El was just too surreal to live somewhere so... normal. They stood under the streetlamp for a moment, Mike marveling at the way she looked while bathed in yellow light, and El not wanting to walk away from him just yet. It was a strange feeling, like some kind of gravitational pull keeping her glued to her spot whenever he was near.

Eventually she figured she should say something. “Well this is me.”

��I am such an idiot! He knows this is my house he just walked me here!’

“It's nice.” Mike said, hoping to drag the conversation out as long as possible.

“I guess i'll see you at school tomorrow?” She asked, looking at the ground.

“Yeah!” He said a little to enthusiastically. “Um... thanks for asking us to sneak out. I had a lot of fun.”

“I had fun too. Maybe you should start sneaking out more often, live on the wild side a little bit.” She said sarcastically. “Maybe you could even come throw pebbles at my window.”

Mikes eyes went wide and he suppressed the urge to smile like a dope. “Uh yeah! And maybe we can run around acting like dweebs like Max and Lucas.”

El giggled, trying to act apathetic, but desperately wishing he was serious. “Totally! And maybe next time i'll get to walk you home.”

“I would like that.” Mike smiled.

Suddenly it became apparent that they were standing just inches apart again. El felt her heart beating in her chest, and in an impulse she took another step forward, so close that they were practically embracing.

Mike looked down at her, and his voice caught in his throat. He wanted to tell her how much he liked her. How much fun she was to spend time with, how happy she made him, how he felt like he was alive whenever they hung out. But he just stared at her. Her beauty, her warm hazel eyes, her loose caramel curls, her soft rosy skin. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Even more than that, she was the most amazing girl he had ever met.

On impulse, acting against every instinct he normally would have had, he reached out and put a gentle hand on her cheek, cupping her face. Their sudden proximity made him feel almost dizzy, but everything about her made him feel dizzy. He let his bike drop to the road, and he placed his other palm lightly on her side.

El was stunned. She wanted him so badly to kiss her, but he didnt move. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder and inched even closer. It felt like an eternity as they held each other, and she realized that if anyone was going to make the move it was going to be her.

So she moved ever closer, and just as she was about to go in for the kill, he spoke.

“El?” His voice was a whisper, his breathe warm on her skin.

“Yes?” She leaned in closer.

“I... never gave you back your mixed tape.” He said it like some kind of admission of guilt.

El let out a sudden, short laugh in surprise and stepped back a bit. Her face quirked up in a half grimace, half astonished glower. “Oh... Um, It's fine. Thank you for remembering... I guess.”

“Uh yeah... sorry I kept it so long.” He fished it out of his pocket. “It was pretty good by the way. I mean I only got to listen to it once before my little sister stole my tape player.” He rubbed the back of his neck and cough awkwardly.

“I'm glad you liked it. I'll have to make you another one sometime.” El let herself frown fully. Had she misread the entire interaction? Was he really only concerned with her mixed tape? She wanted to punch herself for getting so flustered, and worked up and... hopeful.

“Well... um... Have a good night.” Mike mumbeled, scuffing his shoes along the ground.

El creased her eyebrows at him. Maybe she had gotten a bit carried away, and maybe she had gotten ahead of the situation, but she was damn sure that they almost kissed. Twice! She wasn't going to let him get away so easily.

She turned to face him straight up and down, and looked at him intently. “Mike. I like you.” He looked up at her with wide eyes, as if he had seen a ghost. “I mean it. I think you are nice, and sweet, and you care about people, which is super foreign to me. You make me laugh and you make me happy and I don't feel judged when i'm with you. I like you. A lot.”

“El...” He started, still bewildered.

‘Go ahead, tell me you don't feel the same way. Why would you?’

“El I like you too. A lot. You are so smart and amazing, and awesome. You don't let people push you around, or push me and the guys around. You are so strong even though you have dealt with a lot, and you are so so crazy intelligent. You know so much about things I had never even heard of. I like you so much.”

“Wow...” She breathed, not meaning to say it out loud, but realizing she had when he blushed.

El walked forward, and wrapped her arms around him in a sweet, yet encompassing hug. After a while they stepped apart, but remained close enough to feel each others warm breath as it clouded in the evening air.

“Wow to you too.” He Smirked. She punched him in the arm lightly, making them both laugh. She still wanted to kiss him, more than anything she wanted to kiss him, but there would be time for that another day.

El reached out and grabbed his hand, musing over how nice it was to watch the way their fingers laced together. “Goodnight Mike. I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight El.” He squeezed her hand softly for a moment before mounting his bike and driving away in the direction of home. The whole way, smiling like the biggest dopey, dweeb anyone had ever seen. He understood every part of the face Lucas had made when he rejoined them on the park. He was head over heels for El Hopper, the Punk Rock badass from Chicago.

El watched him ride away, waiting until he was out of sight before she walked to her house. She decided to use the front door, assuming it would be much quieter than trying to clamber back up to her window. Her house was silent, but her ears were still ringing with the beating in her chest. She layed back down in her bed, and for the second time that day she muffled a shriek into her pillow.

Only this time, it was a scream of joy. Pure, innocent, unfaltering, heart-swelling, joy. She was head over heels for Mike Wheeler, the kindhearted nerd from Hawkins.

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withasideofeggsy · 7 years

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In the AM :: Im Jaebum

Hello friends! Mafia/gang au were always my favourite after watching KHR haha. So I finally gave a shot at it! I was really inspired by two amazing tumblr writers so I would like to thank them for motivating me to write after reading their work! A massive thank you to @narika-a who wrote a scenario with mafia GOT7, the plot of this fic is mainly developed from their scenario with Youngjae. And a special thank you to @jungk0oksthighs and their amazing mafia au fic giving me the final push to write this! I hope everyone enjoys it!

(Bless the soul who took this picture)

Word count: 28K (Mother of god)

Warning: coarse language, drunk people, smut, unprotected sex, violence, blood

Part 2

Summary: Jaebum is one of the most notorious gang leaders in South Korea. He is merciless and brutal allowing him and his group, GOT7, to own most of Seoul. One day he goes after a young female who happened to be interfering with his business, who ultimately stole 40 grand from him. However, he got the wrong girl. She was nothing but a poor student who worked overtime at night to pay for her rent, and when she’s not busy with school or work her favourite pass time was to give Jaebum a never-ending headache. The girl didn’t steal 40 grand from him. She stole so much more, his heart.

Jaebum pov

I watch her through the tinted windows of my car before wandering to the red digital numbers glowing on the dashboard. It read exactly 2 AM on the dot. A small smirk stretches across my face as I watch her bend over to lock the front doors of the run down pub cueing me to proceed with the schedule. It was all perfectly timed, in exactly 5 minutes she will be in the optimal position. I slip out of the black Camaro closely following her in her haste footsteps as she made her way back to her dingy apartment. At exactly 5 minutes time she stood in front of the dark alley, wasting no time I lunged forward grabbing her by the back of her jacket’s collar and pulled her into the dead end. She opened her mouth to scream so I quickly shut her up by slamming her small frame into the graffiti covered brick wall. She lets out a small cry which was then quickly followed by soft sniffles. Her body quakes under my strong grip and I almost felt slightly bad, just almost.

“Stop crying!” I order turning her around to face her tear streaked face.

Her eyes were squeezed shut in utter terror.

“Yah look at me girly, that’s the least you could do after stealing over 40 grand from my business!”

To say I was taken aback was an understatement when she started to yell.

“I don’t know what you are talking about! I’m dirt broke! Why else do you think I am out this late working at a shitty run down pub in the fucking ghettos?! I already had a shit day with creeps like you trying to take me home so for gods sake just leave me alone!” She screams finally opening her eyes to reveal the warmest (e/c) hue I’ve ever seen.

I would be more appreciative of them if they weren’t full of rage and sending daggers into my soul. I shook my head to clear out the doubts that started to swim in my mind. My perfect plan was flawless to the second but a small detail may have been missed, I may have gotten the wrong girl? No impossible, she must be acting innocent.

“Don’t lie to me!” I yell out in frustration causing her frustration to skyrocket as well.

She flails her arms smacking me in the face causing my already boiling anger to overflow.

“Let go of me you freak! Do you think I would be out here in shit city at 2 AM if I stole 40k from you? No! I would be at home rolling in silk sheets in piles of money you idiot!”

Okay I’ll admit, even though she was infuriating seeing that she was so keen on lying I couldn’t help but find her charming, especially at the wild reasoning she spewed on about. I roll my eyes roughly turning her to face the wall once again.

“Alright, that was funny at first but now I’m done,” I sigh ripping her long wool jacket clean off her back.

The seams of her coat tore open with a satisfying pop along with the plain white t-shirt she wore underneath. I toss the torn fabric across the snow covered alleyway leaving her cold and vulnerable in the cold night air. Her fierce aura left her body as quick as it came as she started sobbing once more, hugging herself as she stood there hunched over with a thin ripped shirt. I could clearly see the cold winter air biting at her bare skin where goose bumps started to form, however I couldn’t seem to find the signature dragon tattoo that was supposed to litter the vast majority of her back. At that moment I knew I fucked up.

“Fuck…fuck I’m so sorry. I-I got the wrong person. Haha surprise?” I nervously grin finally letting her out of my iron grip that will probably cause bruises to bloom all over her body later from man handling her.

Her lips quiver as she spares me one final look with her large doe eyes before bursting out in tears and making a mad dash out of the alley.

“Hey!” I called out, it wasn’t supposed to sound so threatening but I guess being friendly and approachable was not my forte. At my voice she sped up, disappearing around the corner.

“Fuck!” I hiss under my breath, kicking her jacket out of the way to follow her.

Your pov

I was running as if my life depended on it, and it probably was with this asshole creep stalking me. Work was rough like always with intoxicated greasy men trying to snag you home and now god was testing me by having this creep jump me. I could barely see with my tear-blurred vision but his loud booming voice motivated me to run raster than I’d ever had in my life. With adrenaline pumping through my veins I didn’t realize that there was a large group of men blocking my path until I slammed right into them. I quickly bow stuttering out an apology before trying to continue on home.

“Hey girly, watch where you are going huh? You spilled my beer all over my shirt!” One of the burly men slurred, great they were drunks.

“I’m sorry,” I repeat causing him to tut.

“A shirt for a shirt, take off yours babe and we can have some fun,” he suggests slyly reaching out to touch my exposed back.

I nervously step back, making contact with a sculpted body. Before I could successfully jump forward to break the contact the person held me tightly against his front.

“She said sorry, so fuck off,” says the voice behind me nonchalantly.

I break eye contact with the furious grubby drunkard to look up at my saviour. I practically jumped out of my skin when I see my “saviour” to only be the man who literally jumped me not even a minute ago. Was this a save to conquer situation? I wanted to pull away but for someone who dragged my ass into an alley to profusely scream at my face and then proceeded to rip the only jacket I owned to shreds – I felt quite safe in his arms. Well safer than to be at the dispense of the group of intoxicated men. I was taken aback by how calm and collected his entire aura seemed, he was indeed the human personification of a ticking time bomb. The group of drunks started to growl and advance like a pack of wolves closing on their prey. I subconsciously snuggle closer to the even scarier man behind me. In which he gladly pulls me behind him where I proceeded to clutch onto the back of his leather jacket.

“Do you know who you are talking to?” One of the men growls causing the tall well built man before me to chuckle.

“Maybe you should stop eying the girl and take a good look at who you are talking to.”

I was doomed.

How was pretty boy going to save me from a group of 8 brawny men? Should I just make a dash for it when they beat up this guy? Is that wrong of me? Then again he attacked me first. I could be at home chilling in my pjs by now. All these thoughts swam through my head that I almost missed the scene that unfolded before me. Reluctantly the man who I bumped into looked up first, no matter how bad it hurt his ego to follow this stranger’s suggestion. I move my hands from the leather to gingerly hold his waist in anticipation. I watched in awe and slight worry, when the intoxicated man stumbled backwards. The man’s eyes grew to the size of saucers as one by one his friends started to do the same. As if the situation couldn’t get any weirder the group of men started to profusely bow their heads.

“I-I apologize JB! Please I’m drunk I didn’t know I was disrespecting you sir!” the man was a stuttering mess, and to be honest I’m not sure if I should feel smug about this or be terrified for my life.

Who was this guy?

The man, supposedly called JB, simply chuckles deeply instead of giving him a reply. The man stands there with his head lowered in anticipation as JB hummed.

“You alright?”

I blinked for a few moments taken aback by his unexpected soft side before nodding up at him.

“Consider yourself lucky then,” he sighs facing the group.

Relief fills me knowing that I wasn’t going to witness what this man JB was capable of doing that made him so notoriously well known on this side of town. The men collectively bowed and apologized once more only halting when JB lifted his hand in a silencing gesture. I hear the desperate shuffling of feet to get out of the proximity in case JB’s act of mercy fell short. I squeeze his waist subconsciously and he takes me by surprise wen he looks over his shoulder to flash me a small smile. I drop my hands back to my side looking away bashfully.

“Thanks…I guess considering that you jumped me earlier,” I wince at how sarcastic it came out.

I usually would take pride in my sarcasm but I realized that this guy could be the Asian equivalent of the Godfather. I rub at my arms awkwardly when he decided to stay silent instead of cussing me out, which I’ve pretty much associated with him. He scoffs rolling his eyes so hard he probably saw his brain. Another awkward silence envelopes us in the cold winter night causing me to sniffle.

“Um…this isn’t a save and conquer right?” I ask to be sure causing him to roll his eyes once again.

“No,” he clears his throat, “I’m sorry for attacking you earlier. I uh…thought you were someone else.”

I nod slowly still not maintaining eye contact with the handsome stranger.

“I guess that’s okay since you saved me and all…um I’m gonna head home now it’s kinda cold,” I mumble hugging myself as a futile attempt to maintain my body heat.

It took real effort in to not cuss him out, afterall I was cold because he destroyed the only jacket I owned and it was in the stark middle of winter. I kept the anger at bay though to take one final glance at him before turning on my heel.

“Wait,” he puts a hand on my shoulder stopping me in my tracks.

I reluctantly turn around to watch him shrug out of his leather jacket.

“Sorry about your jacket…you must be freezing,” he cheekily grins knowing fully well that this was all his fault.

I lick my dry lips and tugged my bottom one between my teeth shyly. I squeeze my eyes shut when he took a step forward only daring to open them again when I felt the warm embrace of the soft leather drape on my shoulders. He tugs the jacket closed with his beautifully long slender fingers.

“This is really not necessary…” I mumble attempting to shimmy off the jacket but he stubbornly held the jacket securely closed.

The man was painfully pushy, but I was already well aware of this when he physically pushed me into a wall earlier.

“Hold onto it for me until you get another,” he states coolly.

I couldn’t catch the scoff fast enough before it left my lips.

“Yeah I’ll keep this forever then. Like I mentioned before, I’m poor you jerk and you still ruined the only jacket I owned!”

JB’s expression turned surprised and fell back to his stoic one as quickly as it happened.

“Sorry? I guess you can keep it then.”

I roll my eyes throwing the jacket back into his arms, which he successfully caught mid air with his fast reflexes. I cross my arms over my chest with a huff.

“I don’t want it! You are probably associated with a gang or something and if I wear that it’ll probably make me the biggest target in this shit side of the city!”

At my little out burst I was taken aback when he threw his head back and started laughing.

“I can assure you, no one will touch you when you have this on your back,” he says between laughs draping the leather over my shoulders again.

“But you don’t deny that you are some gangster?” I try and he shrugs casually in his fitted black t-shirt seemingly unbothered by the cold weather.

“Let’s get you home,” he suggests placing a large hand on the small of my back. I took a few steps back towards the pub until some sense rang in my head.

“What? No thank you! I can get home myself!” I exclaim eying him suspiciously.

He rolls his eyes, “Was almost getting kidnapped twice in one night not enough for you?”

I pull away from him with both hands on my hips.

“Yes! That is why I rather go home myself,” I say defensively.

He sighs in frustration, his short fuse igniting. JB pauses for a moment then he abruptly chuckles.

“Honestly. It doesn’t matter I already know your address.”

My heart speeds up at his confession, it was practically hammering against my ribs. Seriously who is this guy? And how did he get the wrong person being so knowledgeable of his targets. I didn’t realize that I was looking at him with a gapping mouth until he gently taps my chin to close.

“Come, my car is this way,” he says guiding me back towards the pub.

“Oh no no no no!” I laugh planting my heel into the sidewalk, “I am not getting into your car! God knows where you will drive me to.”

“Your run down apartment?” he snarkily offers causing me to roll my eyes.

Literally every minute I’m with this one my blood pressure increases to concerning levels.

“Fine, we walk then,” he says leading me – back to my own home.

I wondered if he was freezing just being clad in a black t-shirt and in dark washed jeans but I didn’t want to seem to care so I didn’t ask. This stalker literally walks me to my apartment door and it was honestly extremely unsettling.

It was quite dark outside so when we stood in the dimly lit hallway in the apartment I finally got a good look at JB. His skin was fair especially in comparison to his dark midnight locks that were tastefully pushed back away from his forehead allowing a display of his forehead and beautifully sculpted eyebrows.

He was painfully handsome.

I clear my throat and fiddled with my keys avoiding eye contact with the handsome stranger.

“You know staring is rude,” he comments indifferently.

I gap at him and crossed my arms childishly, “So is jumping a person!”

JB chuckles deeply flashing his pearly whites in an award winning smile.

“You’ll never let that down huh?”

I shake my head, “Of course not! You really scared me!”

He unexpectedly tips my chin up with his index and middle finger.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah whatever…” I lamely add, I was really at a lack of words.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

I blink up at him. I could think of a million sarcastic remarks as to why I would ever want to see him again, but I decided to just humour him.

“Yeah okay JB.”

JB’s expression softened at the mention of his name, “You can call me Jaebum,” he suggests with a small smile.

“Yeah okay Jaebummie,” I tease rolling my eyes.

He winces at the nickname and I realized it could be a nickname only reserved for his girlfriend, which made the already awkward lingering air ten times thicker.

I clear my throat, “Sorry…”

His eyes widen in realization and he shakes his head, “Oh no it’s fine…it’s just that I’m not used to getting called by cute nicknames.”

Blood rushes to m cheeks an aftermath from his utter cuteness, but of course what left my lips was snarky per usual.

“Well obviously since you are using Justin Bieber’s nickname as your street name you goof.”

The expression on Jaebum’s face was ghastly. He was in complete shock by my comment and to be honest I was too. As soon as that left my mouth I slapped a hand over it.

“Okay that was uncalled for. I’m sorry! You make me really nervious and I can’t control what comes out!” I muffle out the confession beneath my fingers.

Jaebum shyly smiles shaking his head, “I…I think it’s endearing.”

Then his firecracker personality switched on, “But never refer to me as Justin Bieber okay? I’ll put a bullet through your head.”

“Yeah yeah yeah! It’s not like we will see each other again anyways!”

But we did

2 AM

As per usual I clicked together the last lock on the pub’s door. I really need to resign. It was like any other every night besides Monday’s where I got the luxury to have the evening off, it was shit. The only difference was when I turned around the typical view of the littered street was not there, instead my line of vision could only make out black leather, lots of black leather.

Please don’t be who I think it is, please god have mercy, I prayed slowly raising my head up.

“Oh god it’s you…” I sigh pinching the arch of my nose between my index and thumb, “We’re closed sorry, not really, go beat it.”

Jaebum stood there like the wall he was.

I roll my eyes, “Excuse me!” I chime side stepping away.

He chuckles pulling me back with ease.

“It’s nice to see you again, (Y/N),” he greets with a charming grin.

I raise a brow at him with a knowing smirk and he knew what was to come so he simply explained himself before I could question him.

“Yeah yeah, I finally learned your name by stalking you a little bit more.”

The sagging of his usually tall confident stance was a sight to see. As much as I enjoyed his company, sarcasm intended, I was very curious as to why he would be here, again, at this ungodly hour of the night – morning depending on how you perceived time.

I rub my arms for warmth as the relentless cold winter night nipped at my thin sweater.

“Ah…I knew you would be too shy to wear my jacket. Good thing I know you like the back of my hand due to my skilled stalking expertise!”

I blink.

Fiddling with the loops of keys, waiting for him to explain why he was such a big creep, or ultimately what brought him here again, since there wasn’t much to explain.

Despite yesterday’s embarrassing mistake he was intelligent enough to catch on quickly. He stutters slightly.

“I-I uh got you this…”

Jaebum forcibly shoves a nicely wrapped box in my arms before quickly running his fingers through his gel slicked black locks to keep his hands busy.

I gulp, looking up at him and back to the hefty gift box in my arms, “Should I be scared?”

With the signature roll of his eyes he waves his hand impatiently, “Just open it!”

I finally nod placing the box gently on the hood of the black Camaro he rolled up in.

He leans against the side of the car and watched as I pulled loose the silk ribbon. The lid of the box popped open to reveal crisp ivory tissue paper. At least I didn’t have to feat that there was someone’s cut off ligament in here.

I peer up at him and he nods his head towards the box.

Ripping off the tissue paper with the upmost care, you know, just in case there was a bomb in there. It revealed a classic Burberry scarf that laid on top of a now white wool jacket similar to the one that I lost yesterday. The only difference was that the quality was much better and the inner lining had the same pattern that the scarf had. Which only meant one thing.

It was way too expensive of a gift to accept.

I run my fingers gently across the soft fabric, “W-Why?” I shyly ask finally tearing my eyes away from the gift to Jaebum in utter awe.

Jaebum chuckles reaching out his large hand to pat my head gently, “Cause I feel bad destroying your only jacket, you literally poor soul.”

I nodded slowly, “But that doesn’t explain why it has to be Burberry! I can’t accept this!” I exclaim pushing the box of garments back to him.

A flustered blush dusted my cheeks, man who does this guy think he is? Seriously though who was this guy?

Throwing Burberry left and right where I can’t even throw spare change to the homeless on my way to work.

Jaebum sighs playing with the soft material of the wool scarf.

“Why can’t you accept the small gift (Y/N)?”

At his statement I was rendered speechless, “Small gift?”

I thought geez this guy is rolling in dirty money and it honestly made me furious that he sees no value in money for him to spend it so needlessly on materialistic possessions.

“It’s not a small gift! A small gift is like a…I don’t know? A keychain from a convenience store! Or like a ten dollar gift card to Mcdonald’s! I can’t accept this, it literally worths more than my life!” I explain waving my hands frantically for added effect to show Jaebum just how ridiculous this entire situation was.

Jaebum didn’t answer, but instead he drapes the soft scarf acround my neck snuggly.

“Yah, nothing is worth more than your life, you got it?” he chides, his fingers slipping from the scarf to return to his side.

I gingerly touch the soft wool engulfing my neck, almost afraid that I would ruin the much too expensive article of clothing.

“That’s a funny thought considering that you were about to kill me yesterday for costing you 40 grand,” I sarcastically add rolling my eyes.

Jaebum had a fond expression on his face, for some reason he found my defiance endearing when most found it extremely annoying.

“You will never let that go huh?” he chuckles unfolding the jacket from its box.

“You act like this happened years ago and I’m bringing it up. It literally happened yesterday!”

He laughs throwing his head back, he was adorable, his perfect pearly white teeth to his eye smile. I sometimes forget that this man was dangerous.

“I know, it’s just that I feel like we are long friends. You are so casual with me.”

“Who wouldn’t? You attacked me yesterday, we literally unlocked friendship level 7 where we can now share our tragic back stories and each other’s clothes.”

“You’re funny (Y/N),” he says with his cutesy smile, “I guess since we are at friendship level 7, you can kindly accept my gift!”

I wanted to slap the man.

He was adorable.

So I wanted to slap him even more.

“It’s really too much Jaebum. I could pay for my year’s rent with this! What would my landlord think if he sees me wearing this? He will think I’m lying when I tell him that my rent will be late cause I don’t have money!”

Jaebum rolls back and forth on the balls of his feet in thought, “Hmm…move into a better neighbourhood?”

I stare at him as if he was the biggest idiot on earth and he chuckles.

“Who cares what people think?”

“I think I’m scared to get robbed, Jaebum.”

“What happened to Jaebummie?” he pouts playfully causing me to roll my eyes and slightly, not so slightly, cringe.

“He’s dead.”

“I think it’s endearing and cute,” Jaebum says tilting his head side to side.

I want to slap him.

So I did.

“You are so annoying…Jaebummie”

He gingerly rubs the spot on his chest where I assaulted him, “Ahh you are so cute.”

How can a person you met only yesterday be so dotting?

“Aish…you are too much,” I awkwardly pick at the black button on my new wool coat, “Okay, good night, thank you for the gift Jaebummie, and I hope this is the last time I see you.”

He hums with a gentle smile upon his lips, “Ah, ah, ah, I want something in return.”

Great, of course nothing is free in this world. “And what does his majesty want?”

Jaebum chuckles and pushes himself off the side of his car to open the door.

“Wha…” I watch him get into the low sitting vehicle and I groan.

Instead of getting into his passenger seat like he probably expected, I whip open the door to the driver’s side to peer in to see what was his deal.

He innocently looks up with his perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised, “Oh you want to drive?”

I couldn’t help the laugh that mixed in with the scoff, causing the corners of his lips to tug upwards. I shake my head and proceeded to be angry, “No! Where are we going? Are you driving me back home so that we can smash? I’m not a prostitute you know. I can’t be bought!”

Jaebum’s smile never wavered, he reaches a hand out to ruffle my hair, “I just want to get a coffee with you, silly.”

Oh.

I blush, clearing my throat aggressively, “Oh…well…it’s 2 AM!”

He rolls his eyes, “Yah, just get in the car. I won’t do anything weird I promise.”

“You won’t just drop me in the middle of Hicksville?”

“Why would I do such a thing after putting in effort to make sure you stay healthy and warm? Don’t be stupid. Get in, it’s cold outside and you are letting out all the heat escape.”

He had a point.

I nod reluctantly walking over to the other side of the car to slip inside.

The leather was heated and warm, making the long ride extremely comforting especially with the new leather smell that enveloped the air.

I was determined to not fall asleep in this stranger’s car.

I watched as the tenth run down 24 hour coffee shop flew by, seriously where is the man taking me.

“Should I be concerned now?” I casually ask looking over to him.

He scoffs with a cocky smirk, “When will you trust me? I mean we are already at friendship level 7.”

“Hm I don’t know maybe when the bruise on my forehead disappears after you smashed my head into a brick wall.”

Jaebum silently continues to drive without a remark.

He then suddenly pulls the car over and I felt mixed emotions bubble in my stomach. I know I was giving him a hard time but did I cross it this time? He was nothing but nice since after the unpleasant first encounter we had and I was nothing but an asshole.

I sigh, turning to face him to only see that he was intently observing me as well.

“I was just kidding…I didn’t mean it,” I say with a reassuring smile but he didn’t buy it.

Jaebum reaches out and gently brushes my fringe away from my forehead to reveal a dark purple blotch. With the pad of his thumb he gingerly caresses the supple skin on the rather large bump.

“Look, it’s not as bad as it looks. It doesn’t even hurt,” I say pulling away from his heated touch, “Let’s just go get your coffee so that I can go home and sleep.”

Jaebum pulls back into his seat and sighs, looking out the tinted window on his side.

“I’m sorry, regardless if it hurts or not.”

“It’s fine. Did you end up finding the real girl you were after?”

I watch his reflection blink in surprise at the topic change, he turns around to face me and he grins, “Yeah, I got a text from a friend saying that the situation is resolved a few minutes ago.”

“Oh? Why didn’t you go handle it Jaebummie? You lost your confidence after yesterday?” I tease with a laugh and he rolls his eyes.

The silence that followed was comfortable, the air was thinning out, I wasn’t as hostile towards him and he knew it.

“I wanted to make sure you got home safely,” he confesses with a sigh.

He bites his plump lower lip and nervously runs his hand through his gelled back locks, “Also I didn’t want you to catch cold. Without a jacket and all.”

I nonchalantly nod turning to look outside the window at the dark horizon and bashfully smiled.

“Thank you…” I turn around to smile at him and he reciprocates causing the butterflies in my stomach to go wild.

I clear my throat, “Well, keep driving. The faster we are done the faster I get home!” I nervously stutter turning towards the window again.

“Is it really that bad to spend some time with me?” he curiously inquires.

Was it really that bad to spend time with Jaebum? I surprisingly didn’t have much of a problem with him considering the circumstances regarding how we met. However, I still find myself trying my best to give him a hard time. I guess it was my stubbornness that couldn’t accept how easily he got under my skin. No matter how much I wanted to stay mad at him I simply couldn’t due to how charming and sweet his actions are. Damn him.

I was too busy having an internal war with myself that I didn’t realize I never answered his question. However, I guess he deduced that I was rather not fond with him and he let that be considering that he didn’t press on. Jaebum was rather patient tonight I assume, most likely that the woman who was costing his gang a significant loss was finally caught and most likely taken out of the picture for good a few hours ago. I haven’t known the handsome man for long but it was easy to tell that he had an extremely short fuse and he was being quite pleasant for the past half hour since he swooped me off the grungy pub entrance, especially when I was nothing but the opposite of pleasant towards him.

The car ride to wherever Jaebum had planned to go was short lived, mostly due the frightening speeds the man drove at. The entire duration of the ride lasted about 20 minutes and we pulled up in a nice neighbourhood in front of a small single detached café. I peer through the generously sized windows to see an elegantly decorated interior, I got rather excited until my eyes landed on the wooden plaque with cursive that read “closed”. Of course such a place would definitely not be open for business during this ungodly hour at 2:30 AM.

“Why are we here Jaebum? It’s closed…” I pout squinting towards the open hours chart, “…4 hours ago.”

He softly smiles placing a hand on the small of my back. The tall male guides me towards the spotless glass door and pulls the handle, and much to my surprise the door opens to the warm and sweet aroma filled space.

“I got the place rented out for the night,” he explains indifferently, pulling out my chair. And people thought that chivalry was dead.

I sit down and watch Jaebum curiously as he takes a seat adjacent from mine. He pushes his hair back before lazily propping his elbow on the table to hold up the menu. I clear my throat before doing the same. How does one be so casual yet extremely alluring? It was also amusing that such a person like Jaebum would be caught seen in this scenery, it was quite refreshing. His masculine features and his for the lack of a better word, fuck boy clothes, were at a harsh contrast with the muted pastels that painted the walls and the dainty floral teacups that sat on equally dainty plates on lacy doilies on an extremely Instagram-able ivory marble table. I smile behind the menu as I intently continue to watch his rather bored expression as he continues reading the menu.

It was all fun and games until I took a good look at the menu and my stomach dropped through the floor and all the way to the deeps of hell. These prices are ridiculous! Probably because they need the income to pay for the excessive fancy décor that littered the place. An old regular cup of coffee costs $5 and any specialty drinks started at $9. Not to mention the selection of desserts where the cheapest one started at the very reasonable price of $15. I barely had time to decide on what to order as a petite female makes her way to our table to take our orders. She smiles warmly but I could see how her eyes tiredly twitched.

“What can I get you today?” she sweetly asks with a smile.

I nervously hand her the menu with a bashful smile, “Just a cup of water will be okay thank you.”

I mean, water is free here right? Then again I wouldn’t be surprised if they charged me $10 for a cup of tap water. In my quake of nervousness he flashes me a quick glance before looking up at the waitress.

“Just get her a caramel macchiato or something, I’ll take a black coffee.”

I gape at Jaebum, why was the man ordering for me? I don’t have money to drop on such extravagant liquids. I silently watch him as he continues to order and I was about to drop dead when he said what every rich man says in those cliché films, “And the entire dessert selection you have at the moment will be fine.”

After ordering he gives me a soft smile before turning towards his phone that vibrated against the marble table that I would be able to cover the cost for tonight with the enormous bill that was coming my way. “Sorry, I need to take this,” he smiles apologetically getting up to take a step outside. I nod politely and as soon as the door closed behind him I rummaged through my purse for my wallet. Please have money, please have money, I pray squeezing my eyes shut. After channeling my magic into my pathetic wallet I opened it to see a wrinkly ten dollar bill. I wheezed – causing the waitress to pop her head up from behind the barista counter. I flash her a pained grin before casting my gaze down to the sorry sight. I surely had more than 10 dollars! I fumbled with the zipper on the coin department and aggressively poured all the change I had on the table. I was halfway counting the nickels I owned when I was interrupted by the screeching of a chair against the hard wood floor. I looked up to see Jaebum curiously watching the pathetic scene before him. He chuckles reaching a hand out to pat my head gently.

“Don’t worry about the bill, silly.”

“But…but you said I owe you a coffee,” I pout allowing him to ruffle my hair.

“I said, I want to get a coffee with you not buy me a coffee. Besides, usually when someone asks you out on a coffee date they don’t want you to pay for their drink. They usually want your time, no?”

He had a very valid point. But that still made me feel awful for not being able to repay him in anyway for his generous gifts. I nod in defeat, scooping up the change that would make even a homeless person laugh. The waitress made her way over to our table with our overpriced beverages which I timidly took a sip from.

“You really have nothing more than that crumpled up ten dollar bill?” he teasingly asks while taking a sip of his black coffee. Even though it was true that my state was very pathetic I hated when people pointed it out, especially filthy rich people like him.

“Jaebum you are a horrible person,” I mumble under my breath just loud enough for him to hear.

“I guess since you really don’t want me here I’ll just leave~” he chimes getting up from his seat.

“Ah! No wait!” I splutter putting down my cup to frantically reach out to hold his hand.

He smiles smugly lacing his long slender fingers with mine giving me a gentle squeeze. I blush pulling my hand away to give my ceramic cup the death grip.

“I-It’s not like I want you here or anything, I just can’t pay for the bill, okay?” I wasn’t completely lying but I also didn’t necessary not want him here either. The grin plastered on his face showed that he knew as well.

“How are you so broke anyways?” He asks taking another sip from his cup.

“Well I’m a student what else is there than that? And you should’ve known that since you stalk-” I couldn’t finish my sentence as I feasted my eyes on the waitress that was barely seen behind the huge silver tier that was loaded to the brim with cakes and various sweets that she was struggling to carry. She plopped it onto the table with a heavy thud and a cheery “Enjoy!”

I couldn’t even see Jaebum now. I peer around the tier and mouthed a “holy shit” causing him to throw his head back in laughter. The selection was amazing, I didn’t even know they had this stuff as I was too busy staring at the prices earlier. There were macarons of every colour, multiple kinds of mille crepes, cream puffs, every cake flavour imaginable, mousse cups, and an assortment of cookies. I peer over at Jaebum again and he tilts his head gesturing to the sweets, “Well go on.”

Without another moment to waste I reach out for a macaron and popped it into my mouth, and I almost cried at how delicious that tiny thing was. I barely finished swallowing the sweet before I got my hands on a matcha flavoured mille crepe. As I was about to stick my fork into the delicately layered cake I look up to Jaebum to see that he haven’t even moved an inch to help himself.

“Jaebummie? Why aren’t you eating?” I ask shoving a piece of fluffy crepe into my mouth.

“Ah I’m not really into sweets,” he admits sipping at his bitter coffee again, “But go ahead and enjoy yourself.”

“Then why the hell did you order all this?!?” I exclaim causing him to chuckle in which he quickly reasons by saying, “Well I didn’t know what you like.”

I shake my head with flustered cheeks scooting my chair closer to his. Shovelling a piece of cake onto the fork I raise it up to Jaebum’s lips in which he stubbornly does not open. I sigh reaching out to squeeze his cheeks forcing his lips to part in a kissy face fashion.

“Say ahhh Jaebummie!” I tease causing him to roll his eyes but nonetheless part his lips allowing the sweet fluffy treat to slip in.

I watch intently for his reaction and it definitely did not fall short. His usual steely gaze softened and became practically blissful as the corners of his lips curled up. We both tried to hide things between one another but similar to how he could easily read through me I could do the same for him. He was definitely lying when he said that he didn’t like sweets.

“Now that wasn’t so bad right?” I giggle resuming to finish off the slice so that I could pick out a next delicious piece, “You know there’s nothing wrong with being a scary big bad guy who enjoys cute dainty desserts served on doilies.”

“I don’t know, it sounds like you are already judging,” he sighs in defeat but not failing to reach out for a cookie.

“I’m not judging,” I admit giving him a reassuring smile, “I think it’s cute. Scary monster by day and cookie monster by night.”

If I had a dollar for every time I make Jaebum roll his eyes I would be rich. He was cute being all pissed off in his all black attire while stuffing his face with desserts. I only wished it wouldn’t be considered creepy if I could just take out my phone right now to snap a picture of him so that I could essentially stare at it forever, or use it as blackmail if it was ever necessary.

By the time of 4:00 AM we were halfway through the desserts and were too stuffed to eat anymore. Despite being reluctant to come I had a wonderful time with Jaebum. No matter how much I rather not admit it, he was good company. I yawn placing down my fork. Thankfully Jaebum noticed my drowsiness most likely itis induced if it weren’t caused by the ungodly hour that was 4:00 AM. He kindly got the cheque and placed down four crisp $100 bills causing an unexpected wheeze to escape my lungs.

“Oh my god Jaebum…”

“Don’t worry let’s go,” his eyes turn into little crescents as he passes me a large take away box that held all the desserts that we couldn’t finish. He was letting me keep the leftovers too? This was the best date ever! I hug the box tightly to my chest as I thank the waitress who worked way over time, before contently skipping back to Jaebum’s car. The car ride back to my apartment was quiet, mostly because I was falling asleep, not because I was personally trying to give him a hard time. I lethargically watch as the scenery changed from high-end boutiques and cafes to dingy pizzeria joints and pubs, signalling that I was getting closer to home. Jaebum pulls up to my apartment and being the gentleman he was, he parked his car and walked me up to my room where we both find ourselves in the same awkward situation similar to yesterday.

“I’m sorry…” I sigh picking at the Bristol board edges of the take away box.

“For what?” Jaebum asks genuinely confused as to why I would be apologizing.

“For giving you nothing but a hard time,” I confess shifting my weight on one foot to the other.

Jaebum scoffs with a smile that reaches his chocolate brown eyes. He reaches a hand out and gently ruffles my hair affectionately. I pout at him ruining my hair yet again.

“Good night (Y/N).”

“It’s technically morning,” I explain matter-of-factly resulting in him to do his signature eye roll.

The tall and undeniably handsome man waved his hand in dismissal, taking a few steps backwards before turning around to make his own way home. However, before he could get very far, I quickly call out his name successfully stopping him in his tracks. He tilts his head so that I had the perfect view of his profile where the two cute tiny moles on his eyes were on full display.

“Thank you Jaebummie!”

“I’ll see you around,” he smirks rather smugly.

And surprisingly I found myself anticipating for our next encounter, unlike yesterday where I wanted nothing more to do with him. I wait until he disappears behind the corner before I slip into the apartment. Only then did I allow the high-pitched schoolgirl squeal leave my lips.

2:04 AM

I lock up the door like routine, the only difference was that I was ten times more tired than usual. Yesterday’s late night outing left me drained considering that I had less than 4 hours of sleep before I had to go attend my early morning class. After checking the lock twice, I turn around to see nothing out of the usual. I guess Jaebum wasn’t going to come anymore after ‘making it up’ to me for jumping me the other night. I sigh heavily full of disappointment as I drag my feet down the littered street back home. My blood ran cold as a black Ferrari pulls up right beside me on the curb. I literally haven’t walked ten steps from the pub and I was already approached. However, to my pleasant surprise the tinted window rolled down to only reveal Jaebum.

“Sorry I’m late, I got caught up with something,” he explains flashing me his precious crescent eyed smile.

I purse my lips nodding slowly, “I thought you weren’t coming…”

“Don’t be silly, get in the car it’s cold out.”

I slip into the passenger seat and similar to his other car, the confined compartment smelled of new leather.

“Where are we going today?” I yawn looking out the window.

“Home, sorry I didn’t have anything planned tonight. I need to go deal with something after,” he sighs obviously not looking forward to whatever he had to do.

I gasp, “Don’t tell me…” I lower my voice to a mere whisper, “Are you going to assassinate someone?”

Jaebum snorts at my wild accusation, “I’m not some assassin. To be honest I wouldn’t even consider us as a gang.”

I look up to him curiously, have a gotten it wrong? Was he actually not apart of the underground society?

“We’re more similar to the mafia,” he casually explains with a shrug.

I choke on my spit a bit before I could get a word out, “How is that any different?!” I finally exclaim.

Jaebum grins with another shrug, “It’s more classy!”

I mumble under my breath. Man was definitely crazy. Thank god he seemed to have liked me enough, or else with the amount of attitude I have given him in the span of two days would’ve ended my life and probably my next of kin as well.

“Well since you have much more important matters at hand I can walk home tonight! Thanks for the ride!” I hastily exclaim looking for the handle of the car door. Jaebum chuckles reaching over to place a hand on my smaller clammy one that gripped on the handle. He pulls my hand to gently place it back on my lap. Jaebum caresses my knuckles with the pad of his thumb before shyly retracting his hand to grip the steering wheel when he realized what he was doing. Shortly he pulls up to my apartment where he parks and walks me up to my room.

I look up at him shyly, “You know…you don’t have to come pick me up. I don’t want to be a nuisance to you.”

“I’ll always come escort you home, unless you find a better job with a better schedule and in a better area. But I’m going to be honest with you, even then I would come pick you up.”

At his little confession I felt the butterflies in my stomach flutter. How does one say something so easily to someone they practically just met? I timidly grin nodding at his sweet words, “That makes me happy,” I confess myself.

The corner of his lips twitches upwards at my unexpected confession. It seemed like there was something else he wanted to say but the vibrating in his pocket made him dismiss whatever he had on mind. He pulled his phone from his pocket and illuminated the screen, and whatever that was on the screen caused him to pull his bottom lip between his lips in agitation. “Well I need to get going now, you should go get some rest (Y/N).”

Without waiting for my reply he quickly turns around in a hurry. My heart hammers against my chest as I was at war with myself, my brain said no but my body reacted by itself and lunged forward. I grab onto his bulging bicep, “Wait!”

He stops abruptly to look down at me. I look up at him with flush cheeks, “I…” I stutter letting go of his arm, “Please stay safe…” I mumble looking deeply into his chocolate brown orbs. Instead of replying, he pulls me into a strong embrace engulfing me in his warmth and comforting musk scent. I wrap my arms around his back and buried my face into the crook of his neck as his face became flush against my scarf.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

1:55 AM

Throughout the entire day I worried about Jaebum seeing that I had no other way to check if he was alright until I finish work and hopefully see him at the front. I peep out the little window I just cleaned and there wasn’t a vehicle in sight. Deciding that he was probably caught up in something again I slip on my new winter coat bracing myself for the cold winter night waiting for me on the other side.

The headlights from a car outside seeped into the pub illuminating a bright strip across the bar. I excitedly run up to the window to peer outside but it was too dark to make out anything. Abruptly the front door flies open causing me to jump with a shrilling scream. I timidly peer at the two intruders from behind a booth that I hid in. They both were tall in stature with bleached blonde hair and wore all black, one in a long frock coat while the other dressed more casually in a bomber jacket.

“Sorry we’re closed!” I call out from behind the safety of my cushiony backseat.

The one with the bomber jacket follows my voice and cocks an eyebrow when he finally sees me pathetically hiding behind the booth. He suddenly giggles like a little girl completely washing away the scary aura that earlier radiated from him.

“Awww baby! You are cute! Mark she is actually cute!” he exclaims wildly gesturing for the quieter one, Mark to come closer.

Mark pinches the arch of his slim nose in annoyance, “JB won’t be happy if he hears that you are making her uncomfortable,” he takes a few steps closer approaching me with a soft smile, “Just ignore Jackson. JB sent us to pick escort you home today.”

I nod slowly, suddenly at ease when I realized that the two were sent by Jaebum, but that just set another wave of nerves to hit my gut. After a moment I was finally able to form words, “I-Is…Jaebummie okay?”

The one who was called Jackson scrunched up his face and clutched his heart, “The one who you call lovingly, Jaebummie, is dead!” he screams. My mouth drops open along with my stomach and I look towards Mark, who seems a little more reliable than drama queen Jackson. Mark rolls his eyes, “JB isn’t dead, but Jackson will be if he finds out that he called him Jaebummie.”

I sigh out in relief, I can’t believe I am so gullible specially when Jackson was so obviously poking fun, “Mark? Is he okay?”

“JB? Yeah he’s fine,” the handsome blonde smiles warmly, “He just has something to deal with is all.”

I nod with a small smile of my own, “Ahh thank god…” I mumble with a relived sigh.

Jackson suddenly beams and runs towards the stools in front of the bar. I raise my brow at his unusual antics as I watch him do a 360 spin in his seat, “Since we are at a bar, let’s have some drinks!”

“Jackson, we are supposed to deliver her home immediately,” Mark groans but didn’t put up a fight, apparently this happens often seeing how fast he compliantly plops in the seat beside the over hyper male.

I quickly got up from the booth and made my way around the bar, “Well what can I get you?” I grin.

When Jaebum proclaimed that his group was more mafia than gang because they were classy, he wasn’t kidding. Jackson ordered, and I quote, “the most expensive whiskey on the rocks you can make at this ghetto ass bar”, while Mark went with a simple gin and tonic cocktail. I awkwardly shift my weight from foot to foot waiting for them to take their first sip. And much to my delight the drinks were satisfactory enough for their delicate taste buds.

“It tastes like ass but I know it’s made with love so I’ll finish it,” Jackson, the one I deem the funny one, comments causing me to giggle.

“I know this is a sensitive topic but…what do you guys do?” I nervously ask tapping away at the wood countertop.

Jackson looks towards Mark who shrugs, “We don’t really do much to be honest. Things have been running smoothly only until recently.”

I nod even though I had no idea what he was spouting about. Regardless Mark continued his explanation.

“We run about half of Gangnam at the moment, the usual: drug trafficking, prostitution, smuggling, and the occasional weapons dealing,” Mark explains nonchalantly as I nervously nod along as if these things didn’t shock me.

“S-So…are you the mafia boss?”

At my confrontation Jackson bursts out in laughter slamming his hand on the grubby counter. Mark gives me a polite smile and shakes his head, “No, that’s JB.”

I choke on my spit at the new shocking discovery, not only was Jaebum apart of some mafia organization he was the leader of it all? How can such a sweet guy be involved in such heinous crimes? Considering if we dismiss how we got off at the wrong foot, he has been nothing but kind and doting.

“J-Jaebummie?” I whisper and Mark reaffirms with a nod. “But he’s so sweet and caring and not scary at all!”

At that, Jackson snorts, “Maybe to you. But from what we hear from him he cares a lot about you so it would only make sense if he treats you well.”

Blood rushes to my cheeks and I gingerly scratch my cheek, “He cares about me? But why?”

The blonde duo shrug simultaneously, “That’s something only he can tell you.”

Despite the two consuming alcohol, the drive back home was quite smooth. Mark waited in the car while Jackson walked me up to my room despite assuring him that the long two minute trek would be safe enough for me to handle. He waits in the hall until I got my door unlocked, “Okay Jackson! I think I’ll be fine from here on out.” I giggle causing him to smile as well.

“Well I hope so, or else JB will have my head.”

“Speaking of your scary boss, is it okay if I ask for his number?” I ask rocking on the balls of my feet.

The muscular blonde laughs throwing his head back, “It’s only been a day and you already miss him that much? Are you two in love~” he teases puckering up his lips causing me to cringe comically.

“No! It’s not like that! I just want to tell him how horrible of a job you done!” I tease holding out my phone for him. Jackson rolls his eyes but takes the device anyways.

He hands back my phone and the screen illuminated a new contact saved under J ♥, I shyly smile up at Jackson, “Thanks.”

“No problem!”

“Really! Thanks for this and for the ride home. Please tell Mark I say thanks as well!”

“No wonder JB takes a liking to you. So precious, too precious for this cruel world!” Jackson cries in agony causing a snort to leave my nose, “Aishh just get home safely you drama queen.”

I close the door after waving goodbye to Jackson, the hyper human puppy, who also doubled as a scary mafia member but I’ll over look that for now. I look at the clock in my living room and it read 3:46 AM. Was it too late to message Jaebum now? Or should I message him at a more reasonable time? I was at war with myself until I settled on the latter, the last thing I want to do is be a bother to him especially after Mark told me that it’s been rough the past few couple of days for him.

I hop into the shower for a quick rinse before happily flopping onto my bed. I curl up in my thick layer of blankets with my phone still in hand. I turn on the screen to see J ♥ again and I just couldn’t help myself, so I messaged him dismissing my entire conflict about messaging him earlier.

4:02 AM

[Y/N]: Jaebummie! Guess who? J

My heart hammers against my ribs and my hands get clammy against my phone. As instant as I sent the message I felt regret, was my text too flirtatious? Why couldn’t I be normal for once and went with a simple, ‘Hi this is [Y/N]. Sup?’ I groan tossing and turning in my burrito blanket as I waited for the reply that I most likely wont receive. The internal conflict was so strong I almost didn’t feel the vibration of my phone against my palm. I throw off the blanket and unlocked my phone.

4:05 AM

J ♥: Hey jagiya. (:

My heart hammers against my ribs again but for a completely different reason. With shaky hands I frantically type up a reply.

4:06 AM

[Y/N]: Is everything okay?

4:07 AM

J ♥: Yeah.

I rack my brain for ways that I could keep the seemingly dying conversation going. But before I finish typing, another message popped up from Jaebum.

4:07 AM

J ♥: I just miss yOUuouUOUOUOuouououuuu ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

And at that moment I knew I wasn’t talking to Jaebum.

4:08 AM

[Y/N]: Jackson I’m going to kill you!!! ㅠㅠ

J ♥: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

J ♥: I’m sorry don’t tell JB :’( I’m too young to die

J ♥: +82-02-869-5213

[Y/N]: Is that Mark’s number?

J ♥: I swear, it’s JB’s!

I groan rolling over onto my stomach, so the J stood for Jackson not Jaebum, that little piece of shit. I stare at the new number which supposedly is Jaebum’s but I wouldn’t be surprised if it happened to be Jackson’s fifth phone. I guess there was only one way to find out.

4:14 AM

[Y/N]: Hi is this Jaebum?

4:25 AM

Jaebum^^: Who’s asking?

[Y/N]: (Y/N) :)

Jaebum^^: (Y/N)? How did you get my number?

[Y/N]: Jackson

[Y/N]: I hope you don’t mind though!

Jaebum^^: Of course I don’t.

[Y/N]: Is this a bad time? I heard from Mark that you are busy.

[Y/N]: Sorry I shouldn’t have messaged.

Jaebum^^: Are you stupid? I’m glad you messaged. Jackson didn’t give you a hard time did he?

I squint at the glowering bright screen for a moment deciding if I wanted Jackson dead.

[Y/N]: No Jackson was nice :) so was Mark. Is everything okay Jaebum?

[Y/N]: Like yesterday…and tonight. Nothing bad happened right?

Jaebum^^: Nothing that you should be worried about.

The conversation was dying and I had no idea how to save it. It could just be how Jaebum texts but he didn’t sound like he wanted to talk to me, which was reasonable considering that I’m messaging him in the early morning of 4 AM.

[Y/N]: You aren’t hurt right?

Jaebum^^: I’m okay (Y/N). You should go sleep it’s late.

[Y/N]: Okay.

Jaebum^^: I’ll talk to you later okay?

[Y/N]: Okay.

Jaebum^^: Are you upset with me?

[Y/N]: Why would I be?

Jaebum^^: Silly, don’t feel like I don’t want to talk to you. I’m just a little tired. I’ll pick you up tomorrow since you don’t have class and we can spend the entire day together if that’s what you want.

[Y/N]: Is that what you want?

Jaebum^^: Of course.

[Y/N]: Okay :)

Jaebum^^: Now that’s my girl, I’ll see you soon. Good night.

I lock my phone and place it on my nightstand, I was a little hurt at how cold and distant he seemed but his last message got my heart beating miles per minute. Then again, I was extremely clingy to him when we are barely considered to be friends. Or maybe he was with his girlfriend or something…after all I don’t know Jaebum. I groan rolling restlessly around my small twin sized mattress that sat on the floor. I knew I shouldn’t have texted him, now I won’t have a peaceful night’s rest as I would be running scenarios of where I went wrong in my head all night long.

Regardless of how certain I was that the night was going to be rough I ended up sleeping like a baby until early noon. And that was only because I was awoken by the endless vibration of my phone chattering against the bedside table. Groaning I roll over to reach out for the annoying piece of plastic, upon unlocking the device I was surprised with seven new text messages.

10:04 AM

Jaebum^^: Good morning [Y/N]! Are you awake yet?

10:47 AM

Jaebum^^: Yahhh sleepy headddd

10:56 AM

Jaebum^^: Stop ignoring me :(

11:08 AM

Jaebum^^: You’re probably still sleeping like a babyyy!

11:10 AM

Jaebum^^: Jagiii

Jaebum^^: Oh fuck

Jaebum^^: I didn’t mean to send that

I giggle at his least few text messages.

[Y/N]: Jaebummie?

Jaebum^^: Let’s go out to eat. I’m hungry.

[Y/N]: Ehhh I’m too tired I don’t want to.

Jaebum^^: I thought so, open the door :)

[Y/N]: WHAT

Jaebum^^: I’m outside.

[Y/N]: Hence the WHAT

[Y/N]: I’m still in bed!

Jaebum^^: Food is getting cold

[Y/N]: But I’m a mess!!! Give me a few minutes!

Jaebum^^: When are you never a mess though? Just open the door, idiot.

[Y/N]: ㅠㅠ

Jaebum^^: I’m just teasing. You are always cute.

Jaebum^^: Five minutes, you better open the door or else I’m going to break it. To be very honest it looks flimsy. You should really replace it.

I quickly jump out of bed and ran towards the bathroom to do my usual morning routine but ten times more quickly. Jaebum being Jaebum would probably break down my door just for the shits and giggles so I was not taking any chances. I cared about my face and the bareness of it but I cared more for the door that I couldn’t afford to replace so I opted out for makeup this morning and decided to just open the door for the impatient man. I threw the door open to see a finely dressed Jaebum with his usual leather jacket, and that was when I realized I forgot to change out of my pajamas.

“Nice Ryan Bear pjs,” Jaebum snorts, walking into the small apartment.

I stutter with flushed cheeks, “In my defense they are a matching set with my brother and he got them for me!”

“I think they’re cute,” Jaebum smirks placing down the two stuffed plastic bags on the kitchen counter.

“Make yourself at home. I’m gonna change,” I groan rolling my eyes causing Jaebum to laugh.

“There’s no need for you to change. You look so adorable and comfortable. Let’s just eat okay?” he suggests walking towards me where I continued to stay planted by the front door.

I give in and nod as he genuinely thought that the pajamas were cute instead of simply teasing me. He contently claps his hands together with his crescent eyed smile before he shrugs out of his leather jacket leaving him in his fitted white t-shirt and dark washed blue jeans. Jaebum casually walks back into the kitchen where I couldn’t help but give him a good once over as he passes by, not only because he looked unreal but also I was still concerned that he may be injured from his previous night activities. When there were no evident signs of injuries I couldn’t hold myself back as I gently pull him into a back hug.

“I’m glad you are safe,” I smile against his shoulder blades, pulling away as quickly as I embraced him allowing no awkward time to linger or time for him to shrug me off if he decided that he didn’t want a hug.

Jaebum blinks in confusion as he halts in his actions in opening his styrofoam takeout box. He tilts his head innocently which causes me to smile up at him, “Let’s eat!” I suggest grabbing the unopened bag. I untie the knot of the plastic bag to pull out two takeout boxes. The first one held strawberries, bananas, and a ramekin of syrup. I look up at Jaebum who gestures his head towards the second container. I easily pop open the top of the second box to reveal a stack of fluffy warm chocolate chip pancakes. I outwardly gasp and Jaebum was more than content with my reaction as he stretches a hand out to ruffle my already messy bedhead, “Eat up.”

After finishing our delicious warm pancakes we flopped onto the couch to watch some Sunday cartoons. I wasn’t sure if it was because of my full stomach or if the cartoons weren’t as interesting as usual I started to feel sleepy again. I start to nod off and once my head found the perfect spot against Jaebum’s shoulder I immediately fell asleep.

Similar to how I woke up that morning, I was also awoken by the obnoxious ringing of a phone. But thankfully someone picked up, putting an end to the violent vibrating of the device against the coffee table. Still hazy from the nap I didn’t realize that I was subconsciously hugging something warm until that something started to speak sending vibrations into my body.

“What is it? You better have a good reason to be contacting me when I told everyone not to,” the voice practically growls into the phone.

With a yawn I look up with heavy eyes to see the sharp jawline of the handsome Jaebum. I groan squeezing his waist, “Jaebummie…”

Jaebum quickly changed his tone to a much sweeter one as he looked down at me, “Shhh just one second,” he smiles softly before assaulting the person on the line again.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

He jolts up, “Okay, I’ll be over immediately.”

Jaebum groans throwing his head back against the couch, I smile taking his hand into mine and giving him a light squeeze, “Is everything alright?” His eyes met mine and instantly they softened exponentially.

“Yeah, I just need to go sort something out,” he sighs still unwilling to move from his comfortable position on the couch.

“It’s okay, I need to go to work soon anyways.”

Jaebum nods, “I’ll drop you off then.”

I nod slowly copying his actions, “I don’t want to seem nosy but…is the thing you are going to sort out dangerous?”

He chuckles sitting up on the couch, “If you keep worrying about what I do you will never be happy,” he explains combing his fingers through my hair to secure it behind my ear, “I’ll be just fine. Worry about your own health first, those hours you work will take a toll on you and I don’t want that.”

I look down in my lap trying my very best to avoid eye contact with his warm chocolate ones, “Is it strange that I worry about you? Even though we haven’t known each other for more than a few days?” I shyly ask.

Jaebum’s index and middle finger tips my chin up so that I looked directly into his eyes, “No, that just proves that you have a good heart,” he lets out a breathy laugh, “What’s strange is that someone like me who does nothing but harm people for a living is constantly worried sick about some cute dumb little girl.”

I frown, “I’m dumb?”

He chuckles, “I’m just teasing. Let’s get you to work okay?”

Jaebum pulls up to my most dreaded place on earth, the crummy pub that I spent most of my days in. He shifts the gear into park but I was reluctant to get out. I look at the pub, my hands, back at the pub and finally at Jaebum.

“You aren’t doing anything dangerous right?” I ask shakily picking at my fingers, “I know what you said about not worrying about you but I just can’t okay? You can’t just feed me warm pancakes and just leave on a suicide mission of some sort and not tell me. So just tell me the truth…please.”

It felt good to finally get it off my chest but now I sat there with clammy hands and armpits waiting for his reply. The corner of his lips pulls upwards, “It makes me happy that you care so much about me but I’ll be fine. Trust me.”

“Jaebum…please tell me what’s going on,” I whisper, eyes brimming with hot tears from frustration.

“Shhh,” he smiles leaning forward to squish my cheeks, “Okay, I’ll tell you everything okay just don’t cry.”

I sniffle nodding my head between his calloused hands, “Okay Jaebummie.”

“That’s my girl…” he grins with crescent eyes, “The meeting with a rival gang got pushed to tonight because one of their members jumped one of my guys. We are just going to talk it out.”

“Talk it out?” I sob, hot tears streaming down my face, “Gangsters don’t talk it out! You guys are going to beat each other up in a pulp until one of you stops breathing! Do you think I’m stupid!?”

The next thing that happened was unexpected to say in the least. With my face still between his hands, Jaebum leans forward closing the little space we had between us. His eyes flutter to my parted lips before looking back up into my eyes. I close my eyes giving him the permission he was waiting for and without a moment to spare he presses his soft plump lips against mine. The fire in my stomach spiralled out of control, I didn’t even kiss him back before he quickly pulled away.

“I’ll see you later,” he smirks.

“Wait…I didn’t even…” I bashfully mutter with flushed cheeks, “…kiss you back…”

“Tonight, that’ll give you something to look forward to.”

“No Jaebum, I want you – it now,” I stumble over my words nervously.

Jaebum smiles rolling his eyes, “You know I can’t say no to you.”

“Good,” I breathe placing both hands on his cheeks and bringing him back towards me.

I press my lips against his and he eagerly moulds his lips against mine. I couldn’t help the temptation to nip at his bottom lip, so I did and much to my pleasant surprise he parts his mouth for me. Gently massaging his tongue with mine a soft groan rumbles through his chest as the usually dominant male became putty in my hands. I pull away first and Jaebum chases my lips, before the string of saliva could break, his lips were against mine again. I moan as his tongue darts back into my warm cavern. My hands slide from his cheeks to tangle themselves into his raven locks while Jaebum’s slid down my back to give my arse a firm squeeze. I groan tugging his hair back causing his head to roll back as well, “Jaebum…” I pant, “I’ll see you later.”

“Stay safe,” he sighs pushing his dishevelled hair back.

“I should be saying that to you, idiot. Stay safe Jaebummie.”

12:24 AM

I yawn wiping at the wet residue rings left on the counter from asshole customers who refuse to use coasters. Only one more hour and I can close shop I mentally groan throwing the towel into the sink. And only one hour and a half more until I see Jaebum again.

I sigh thinking back to what happened a few hours ago and I smile bashfully touching my lips still feeling his plump ones against them. I really wonder where our relationship stood, but regardless where we are I know it was mutual. Just as blissful thoughts fill my head I was quickly snapped out of it when my co-worker groans loudly slamming the cup she held in her hand against the counter causing me to jump.

“Great, we won’t be leaving early. Looks like a table of 7 just walked in,” she complains standing up on her tippy toes to get a better view of the group, “Well at least they are cute…maybe one of them will take me home,” she winks quickly scurrying off to snatch a man or two.

“I…I guess I’ll just be here…” I sigh in defeat as I look around the bar to only see old geezers as my co-worker ran to seat the apparently bunch of cuties at a booth in her section.

I didn’t have much time to mope seeing that I was being called “Hey girly!” left and right to top off drinks. I really need to find a less demeaning job, I thought to myself for the umpteen time tonight. But sadly I really needed the tips to pay off this month’s rent, “Coming right up, sir!” I chirp with the biggest grin I could muster up.

“And there you are!” I cheer happily placing a pint of beer, must I might add –on a coaster, for the last tipsy man who called me ‘girly’ to get my attention. He throws his head back and chortles grabbing my hand from the glass to give it a big wet slobbery kiss. I mentally scream wanting nothing but to scrub the skin off my hand but for the sake of tips I giggle girlishly, subtly slipping my hand away as he rambles on how he wants to take me home tonight. I suck in a deep breath with clenched fists as I listen to him objectify me. I hated it. This happens every night, maybe that’s why I found a strong admiration to Jaebum, he treated the poor girl working a dead end job like me like a princess and never failed to make me feel special. I sigh thinking about him, I really hope he is safe or at least not dying somewhere in the alley. I quickly excuse myself in a voice that even managed to annoyed myself before scrubbing my hands clean with soap. Finally I gave in to check my phone to see if Jaebum or Jackson left any new messages for me, but alas there was none but a stupid notification from some Facebook game request a person who I haven’t talked to since high school sent me.

“Yah (Y/N)! Get off your phone and go check out those cute guys. They are all so handsome!” My co-worker squeals nodding her head towards the back of the bar, “Just don’t look at the one with his hair pushed back! That one is mine! He’s so fucking hot.”

I shrug rolling my eyes, “I don’t care. You can take whoever you want, I’m trying to make money tonight not get an some STD, okay?”

“Ahh you are no fun! But like...would you mind if I left early?” She smirks wiggling her eyebrows. This wasn’t new. That’s one of the main reasons why I always locked up the pub by myself at 2 AM, she usually ditches the last hour of her shift when she finds a suitable man for the night.

“I don’t mind,” I shrug indifferently.

“Okay good because my man is making his way over right now!” She squeals frantically fixing her hair, “How do I look?”

“Desperate,” I laugh pushing her away.

“Hey girly!” a voice calls out for the fifteenth time in the past half hour and I outwardly groan, “I have a name!” I turn around to see my favourite towering male fixed in a fitted black leather jacket. He smirks, “I know, jagiya.”

I gasp running out from behind the bar to throw my arms around Jaebum’s neck, “Jaebummie!”

He softly chuckles wrapping his strong arms around my waist, picking me up off the ground, “Told you there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” I sigh out in relief rolling my eyes.

“Wait…jagiya? You both are a thing?” my co-worker quirks a brow in disbelief.

My heart hammers against my chest and I didn’t know what to say. So I did what I did best, nervously giggle and look up to Jaebum to speak on my behalf. Who without hesitation nods pulling me into a tight back hug.

That was the first time I saw her get rejected and she didn’t take it very well, instead of just accepting it and moving on she questioned Jaebum, “Then why were you ogling at me earlier?”

I found Jaebum’s expression amusing. He raises a brow before coming into realization and his eyes disappear into little crescents, “Sorry, if I gave you the wrong message. I was actually looking at this little one.”

Apparently Jaebum’s charm worked on everyone regardless if it was rejection or affection because she smiles, “That’s okay. Kinda sucks though cause you are really hot.” Even though I was only aware that Jaebum and I were in a relationship at the same time my co-worker found out, like a minute ago, I was surprised when jealously so quickly flooded in my veins. So I was even more surprised when the next few words escaped from my mouth.

“Please don’t objectify him like that. He’s someone much more than his looks and I really care about him.”

She scoffs, “Chill (Y/N), I’m not some home wrecker. You go do you, yall both cute though. I’m just surprised that someone like him would like someone cute and innocent like you…and to be honest it’s extremely adorable.”

“O-Oh…” I shyly stutter, “Sorry I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“Nah don’t worry about it. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go hit on his friends,” she excitedly shimmies away with a bottle of Patron in each hand.

“Aren’t you cute protecting me for a change?” Jaebum chuckles against the shell of my ear causing shivers to run down my spine.

A string of giggles left my lips at the ticklish sensation, “Jaebummie let go! I need to get back to work!”

“Not before getting one kiss you don’t,” he childishly suggests sticking out his cheek. I roll my eyes giving him a quick innocent peck, “There! Now shoo! Go protect your friends!”

“I think it’s you who needs protecting…” Jaebum sighs as he watches the man who earlier gave me a hard time approach us.

“Hey pretty boy,” the man snarls, “That one’s mine. Go find yourself another girl.”

I watch intently as Jaebum’s muscles rippled through his body and I knew I had to stop him before I had to sign papers for witnessing a death at my workplace. I tightly grip Jaebum’s tense shoulder, “It’s okay Jaebum…I really need his tip so please just go.” I don’t know why I even tried knowing fully well that whatever I say would fall upon death ears when all Jaebum could see was red. So I wasn’t at all surprised when the next thing that happened was Jaebum’s fist connecting with the brawny man’s nose. I mean it could’ve been worse, knowing Jaebum he could’ve pulled out a gun and open fired.

The man clutched onto his bleeding nose and tried to make a beeline for the exit without paying for the bill and importantly without giving me my tip. But conveniently Jackson caught the man by his collar, “Ah ah ah, I think you are forgetting something!”

The man throws a few bills at floor and Jackson wasn’t having any of his attitude. I was already grateful that the bill was paid for but Jackson went the extra mile. “Pick that fucking shit up and put it in my hand!” The poor man did what he said. “Now –apologize to the lovely barista.” Which the man also did, “Good boy, and lastly don’t forget that big enormous generous tip!”

I look up at Jaebum who stood there with a content smirk on his face. Was this what the work of a gangster looked like? I was a quite scared but to be very honest I was also a little turned on. Jackson causes me to jump as he appears right before me in my personal space with his wide grin, “Here, this is your hard earned tip!” The terrifying aura left him and he was back to the bubbly puppy I met a day ago. I accept the large bills with shaky hands and I nervously laugh, “Jackson I think you deserve half of this extremely big tip…” I admit looking at the crumpled fifty dollar bills cupped in my hand.

That night I wasn’t surprised to see that all my customers tipped me, and with nothing short of ten dollars. I would like to think that it was because of my amazing service but I was pretty sure Jackson’s earlier display of dominance had a lot to do with it. As the customers started to leave one by one the pub eventually became empty with the exception of Jaebum’s gang. I quickly flipped the lock on the door, finally letting out a content sigh.

“(Y/N), come here,” Jaebum calls and I nervously shuffle my way over to his table. And like my frisky co-worker mentioned earlier there sat seven men who god spent a little more time on.

“O-Oh…hi…nice to meet you I’m (Y/N),” I smile timidly with a deep bow that almost connected my forehead with the sticky laminated table.

Jaebum pats the space beside him and I happily sit down so that I didn’t feel as if I was about to give a presentation in front of the class. I comfortably snuggle close to Jaebum’s side and he began his introductions, “So you’ve already met Jackson and Mark. This is Jinyoung, Youngjae, BamBam, and our youngest member Yugyeom.”

I nod, still not knowing who was who but I was pretty sure I would eventually get close to all of them. It was probably for the best not to mention it but curiosity got the better of me so I asked the most sensitive topic that probably shouldn’t be inquired when you first meet someone. “So…which one of you guys got jumped earlier?”

The entire group of men laughed, some ranging from soft chuckles to Jackson’s hyena cackle, however all but one thought that it wasn’t as funny as the group made it out to be. The youngest, who I think it was Yugyeom, whines childishly, “It’s not that funny!”

Jaebum laughs throwing his head back with such contentment in his face it made butterflies flutter in my belly. “Yugyeom got hit on by some guy on the street and he thought he was from a neighbouring gang. Turns out the guy just really wanted his ass...but for other reasons.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the youngest along with Jaebum’s gang who seemed more like his brothers than anything. “Awww…poor Yugyeom. Are you okay though?” I ask between giggles making the poor boy pout.

“Noona…not you too,” as soon as he said that I felt extremely bad for teasing someone younger than me, “But yeah…I’m fine. He just slapped my ass.”

“So…the whole gang fight thing didn’t go down?”

“Nope, we even went to confront the neighbouring gang and even they laughed at Yugyeom,” BamBam explains while practically wheezing.

That night I finally got to meet the notorious gang who ran half of Gangnam, and apparently they were also known as GOT7. And apparently the seven didn’t represent the seven members they had in the gang, instead it stood for the seven major crimes they committed together. I would usually feel intimidated by this, any one would, however they were surprisingly very pleasant to be around so it felt like I was just spending time with a bunch of close friends. Then again, I never asked for details in what they did or done in the past.

2:34 AM

I yawn.

Time does fly by when you are having fun. I look at the television blaring in the background of the men’s loud chattering. Shit, it’s already past 2 and I haven’t started my cleaning yet. I sigh turning to look up at Jaebum, without a wait his attention is already on me, “What’s wrong?”

“I need to start cleaning now so that I could close before 3. My boss doesn’t pay me over time,” I sigh getting up with a stretch.

Jaebum tilts his head and his friends quickly get up from their seats, putting their five different conversations on pause.

“What can we help with?” Youngjae asks with a bright grin.

I blink allowing his words to sink in, finally when my slow brain did I shake my head profusely with flailing arms, “Ah no! Please sit down and relax it’s my job!”

“I’ll start mopping!”

“I’ll take out the garbage, let’s go Yugyeom.”

“Aish you are so mean Jinyoung hyung!”

The group bickers as they set out to find a task to help me and I felt extremely grateful. A group of handsome badass mafia men helping me clean out a run down pub, you don’t see that happening everyday. First, there aren’t usually handsome mafia men who come visit, and usually when they do they trash the place. I sigh shaking my head in defeat, “Jaebum…make them stop.”

He casually shrugs taking another swing of amber liquid from his glass, “Relax and enjoy it, they’ll be done in under 15 minutes.”

“Ahh that’s not the point!” I scold yanking his arm so that he would get up, “If they are working so should you!”

“But I’m their leader…” he whines while stacking up all the empty glasses from the table.

“Yes you are, but you aren’t a dictator so get your ass going,” I say ushering him towards the sink.

“True, you’re the dictator,” Jaebum coos with a smug grin as the palm of my hand connects with his back.

And just like Jaebum said, the place was spotless in record time. Jinyoung did an impeccable job with ordering the boys around to clean. The pub was cleaner than when I first started working here a few months ago. I grin plopping the last cup back onto the shelf, “Done!”

“Thank you all so much for the help, I really appreciate it!” I beam clapping my hands together.

The group collectively shrugged with replies on the line of ‘no problem’ and ‘you’re welcome’. I smile up at them, “It’s really nice meeting you. If it’s okay with Jaebum I would love for us to all go out again sometime!”

“Who cares what JB says, of course we will!” Jackson beams receiving an elbow in the ribs from Jaebum.

Jaebum leans into the blonde’s ear and whispers something that causes him to groan, “Are you serious? I hate doing drug deliveries on that side of town…”

I honestly sometimes forget that they were apart of the underground society until I hear shit like that. I laugh watching Jackson go on his knees to beg Jaebum to do that delivery himself. I see a white ball of cloth in my peripheral and I turn around to be met with Yugyeom holding my coat in his hand with a shy grin.

“Here (Y/N) noona,” he says helping me shrug into my coat. I raise a brow at the younger boy’s actions and he chuckles softly, “I’m sorry for ruining your alone time with JB earlier.”

I giggle shaking my head, “That’s okay Gyeommie,” I smile tippy toeing to pat his head softly, “Never hesitate to call when you are in trouble, okay?”

“You’re so kind noona,” the tall younger male cries pulling me into his side for a hug. I barely had time to return his embrace before Jaebum pulls me away and into his chest, “Yugyeom, you can do that delivery with Jackson.”

Jackson hollers as it was Yugyeom’s turn to cry now. I tut shaking my head, “Don’t be naughty Jaebummie.” I didn’t realize how suggestive that sounded until it was too late. Jaebum’s usually pale cheeks flush red while a moment of silence took place and suddenly his friends burst out laughing.

“Don’t be naughty JB~”

“Did she just call you Jaebummie?”

“Oh shit JAEBUMMIE!”

“JB isn’t working for me anymore, call I call you Jaebummie from now on?”

“JB is always naughty.”

Even though they were teasing Jaebum I felt my own cheeks heat up, “I’m so sorry…” I bashfully smile latching onto his bicep as he covers his face with one of his hands.

“If any of you guys call me that again I will literally cut off your fingers one by one while you watch,” he threatens, “And I’ll give them to the next person to eat. And repeat.”

“Jae…” I sigh, “Be nice…”

He frowns with his lower lip between his pearly white teeth, “Sorry…”

“Good boy, let’s go home then! Bye everyone!” I happily chirp pulling a defeated Jaebum to his car.

2:32 PM

Jaebum^^: Jagi?

[Y/N]: Jaebummie :)

Jaebum^^: It’s Monday so you don’t have work tonight and you just finished class, yes?

[Y/N]: That is correct you big stalker. What’s up?

Jaebum^^: Any interest in going to the winter festival?

[Y/N]: Like a date? :D

Jaebum^^: Don’t be dumb.

Jaebum^^: So is that a yes?

[Y/N]: I dunno :P

Jaebum^^: -__-

[Y/N]: Haha! That looks exactly like you!

Jaebum^^: Jagiyaaa

[Y/N]: I’ll meet you there!

Jaebum^^: I’ll come after making my delivery.

[Y/N]: Delivering flowers right?

Jaebum^^: No, drugs.

Jaebum^^: But did you want flowers?

[Y/N]: I’ll take the drugs.

Jaebum^^: Jagi…you can’t have that. It’s not good for you.

[Y/N]: Do yOU Do tHe DrUgs?

Jaebum^^: Of course not. How else would I have such good skin? ;)

[Y/N]: Good. I’ll see you soon then Jaebummm

[Y/N]: ie

Jaebum^^: Can’t wait.

8:48 PM

I sigh checking the time for the hundredth time that minute. Jaebum is almost an hour late. I sniffle rubbing my hands together for warmth as I sat on the bench overlooking the entrance to the festival. Maybe I should text him…perhaps he forgot even though he planned the date a few hours ago. Or maybe he was in the middle of a delivery…I definitely don’t want to disrupt him if he were to be in one. I slouch with a sigh watching the white puffs leave my lips, maybe I should just go home.

“Why so glum? Got stood up?”

My ears perk up at the familiar voice. I look up from the laces on my boots to see my brother’s best friend, Yoongi. He hasn’t changed much since I’ve seen him last month except for his hair colour, he couldn’t seem to keep one colour for long. There he stood confidently in his newly dyed mint coloured locks and his long black wool coat with a black turtleneck peeping through the collar. He smirks, hands in his pockets and thick black framed glasses perched on his nose, he looked like he was worth a million bucks, which he probably did as I could see his familiar Rolex peep from under his coat’s sleeve.

“Yoongi oppa!” I grin as he plops down beside me on the bench. He rolls his shoulder and repositions himself so that he faced me with one leg over the other.

“So what brings you here? Wouldn’t you rather stay in and watch Netflix?” Yoongi asks indifferently, tapping his leather gloved hands against his cheek.

I bashfully giggle scratching my cheek with my frozen fingers, “Haha…wouldn’t you rather stay in too? And I was just about to head back home.”

“Did you really get stood up (Y/N)? I will literally go and kill the guy, you know that.”

I laugh causing white puffs to burst out, “I know! That’s why I’m not gonna tell you anything oppa.” The idea scared me. Yoongi fighting Jaebum. They were both equally scary but Jaebum was a part of a gang while Yoongi…I actually had no idea what he did for a living but if I remembered correctly he was notorious for picking fights with everyone during high school and for sleeping through all his classes.

Yoongi squints at me through his glasses, “I’ll tell your brother.”

I squint right back at him, “You wouldn’t dare…Suga…”

Yoongi outwardly cringes and hangs his head, “I thought that name died back in high school.”

“Well you are still sweet and pale like sugar now so?” I shrug teasingly, holding back the snort creeping up my throat. Yoongi had a phase where he called himself Suga, claiming that he was sweet like sugar. That was also the phase where he started getting involved with girls that but wasn’t any of my business.

“Come on, I’ll take you home then,” he suggests getting up from the bench.

“I…actually wanted to see the light festival,” I say with a small hopeful smile.

Yoongi groans holding out a hand for me, “Hurry up then. The faster we are done the faster I am home and in my bed.”

“Really?” I ask excitedly and he shrugs but I didn’t miss the corners of his lips lift up, “You’re the best Yoongi oppa!”

I latch onto his arm hugging his bicep tightly as I pull him to the direction of the light festival. My body slightly convulses as it made contact with his extremely warm body, immediately stealing his heat.

“Yahh you are freezing…let’s get some hot chocolate for you before we go see the stupid lights,” Yoongi complains trying his best to hide how considerate and sweet he was, just like how he was back in high school, “And of course I will pay, don’t worry. I know you are broke as fuck.”

“You’re still sweet like sugar!” I giggle snuggling up into his soft wool jacket.

Jaebum POV

I couldn’t believe the amount of deliveries we had today. Usually I would be extremely content however I couldn’t find the mood to be as I realized I was about an hour late to meet up with (Y/N). She was probably freezing her little self out there waiting for me. I floored the gas and made it to the festival in record time. As I pull up into the parking lot my heart skips a beat as her shrill voice screams out ‘oppa’ how could she see me from here? The answer was, she didn’t, I watch her from a distance as she happily launches herself at a male dressed in all black with his stupid mint coloured hair. He forcibly shoves her head away from his arm but she continued to stick on him like a fucking leech. I was livid. I could probably make it over the curb with my car and run him over without harming a hair on (Y/N)’s pretty little head. But she seemed so content, more content than she ever was around me and I couldn’t bring myself to ruin her little date. A date planned by me but stolen by fucking tiny ass mint head over there. I sigh looking at my passenger seat where a huge bundle of (favourite flowers) sat. What a waste of BamBam’s hard work of stalking all of her social media pages to find out her favourite flower arrangement.

12:18 AM

Your POV

I smile contently waving around the snowflake light stick Yoongi bought for me from a nice old man by the snowflake installation. I smile up at him as he rolls his eyes and looked anywhere but me.

“You’re going to whack someone in the face dumbass…and your poor ass won’t be able to pay off the charges they will sue your ass for,” he scoffs teasingly.

I laugh booping his nose softly with the wand, “That’s okay! I’ll steal your Rolex and give it to them. That should be enough to cover both eyes.”

“You know how important that thing is to me,” Yoongi sighs rolling his eyes, and for a moment it reminded me too much of Jaebum.

“I know~ Hobi oppa bought that for you for your birthday!” I giggle thinking about how cute the embodiment of gloom and doom was with his adorable sunshine boyfriend. Yoongi’s gummy smile surfaced for a good two seconds before he flicks me on my forehead and was back to his usual bored expression.

“Thanks for today…I had so much fun,” I grin slipping into his white Hummer.

Yoongi hums, “I had fun too.”

Even though he sounded indifferent my heart flutters with happiness, with Yoongi such simple words mean the world with this one. I smile contently looking out the window as I continue to wave around the light stick to the rap softly playing on the radio.

“Yoongi oppa?”

He hums for me to continue.

“Is my brother okay?” I ponder tapping the light stick against my chin, “He hasn’t visited me in a while.”

“Yeah he’s alright. Just caught up in something at the moment,” he sighs seemingly knowing all too well with the issue at hand, “We will all hang out next week okay? After your exams.”

I nervously laugh, “Ah ha oh yeah…my exams…”

“You’re a smart girl, you’ll be just fine,” Yoongi shrugs nonchalantly, “Just remember if you score less than 80% your brother is going to force you to move back on campus and you can’t work anymore.”

I groan, “I know…”

1:03 AM

With a loud yawn I flop onto the lumpy couch. I illuminate the screen on my phone to be welcomed with zero new messages. I frown opening Jaebum’s chat.

2:37 PM

Jaebum^^: Can’t wait.

Did he really forget about me? I felt a little bit hurt and I wanted to message him and confront him about it but at the same time I didn’t want to seem needy. Especially if he actually stood me up, that would smush the tiny bit of ego I had left. Sitting there staring at my phone until small black dots blurred my vision I decided on my next course of action.

[Y/N]: Jacksooooonnnnnnnn

J ♥: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

J ♥: What’s up?

[Y/N]: Do you know where Jaebum is?

J ♥: OF COURSE

J ♥: He’s right beside me drinking lots and lots

[Y/N]: Oh I see. Thanks Jacks.

J ♥: Why you asking?

[Y/N]: Nothing. Just curious…how long have you two been drinking?

J ♥: wAY TOO LONG

J ♥: JB IS SO FUCKING DRUNKKK

[Y/N]: Ah I see. Well make sure to take good care of him. I’m going to head to bed now. Good luck Jackson and good night! :)

J ♥: I was going to throw him off a bridge but since you asked so nicely…

J ♥: You got my word! I will take good care of him and tuck him into bed like the giant baby he is. Night!

I groan tossing my phone onto the cushion, Jaebum really forgot about me and went drinking with Jackson instead. My lip quivers and I could feel the water works starting. It’s not like we were in a relationship, just because he calls me jagiya doesn’t actually mean anything. I sigh closing my eyes refusing to let myself cry over such trivial matters. Once the hot tears subdued I sluggishly make my way towards the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Snuggled in bed with clean hair and fresh newly washed clothes I immediately felt better. I purse my lips reaching for my phone on the bedside table, flicking on the lock screen to be met with no new messages.

2:04 AM

I peep out the smeared windows from the pub to see nothing but pitch darkness aside from the dim street lamps dispersed at every block. Maybe Jaebum was just running late, I thought to myself hopefully as I sat in the booth to play on my phone.

2:31 AM

Okay.

Maybe he wasn’t coming.

To say that I felt embarrassed was an understatement. I hold back a sniffle and quickly got up from the booth and threw my backpack heavy with textbooks over my shoulders. I open the pub’s door to be met with winter’s merciless bite, “Ughh fuck me…” I mumble flicking the lock closed as my fingers already start to stiffen. I readjust the straps that were digging into my shoulders and looked around one final time to see no one in sight.

For some reason my heart hammered against my chest as I walked down the familiar dark littered street. I always walked back home like this for three months, only up until a week ago Jaebum started escorting me home. I can’t believe in just a week I have gotten so used to having his company making me feel safe and secure that now I’m literally shaking in my boots as I trek the short fifteen minute walk home. As much as I didn’t want to admit how scared I was, I wasn’t going to lie I was speed walking to the point that the back of my thighs burned. I was only five more minutes away from the apartment until I heard someone kick an empty beer can behind me.

I didn’t bother in turning around to be met with some late night sexual predator. I ran the rest of the way home. By the time I reached the apartment building I was out of breath panting with beads of sweat formed at my temple. But at least I was safe.

The next few following days panned out the same. However as each day passed I got more paranoid and I felt like I was being watched, even though it was most likely just my stupid brain playing games with me. It’s embarrassing, but I got so paranoid I ended up calling Jackson tonight.

“Jackson?” I meekly call out through the receiver and he greets loudly through his end.

“What’s up (Y/N)?”

“Sorry to bother you at this time but…can you please pick me up from work?” I ask my heart stopping for a moment a waiting for his reply.

“Is JB running late again? He shouldn’t be…he left early today.”

“Oh…um. Jackson, Jaebum hasn’t picked me up this entire week,” I explain.

“What? Then where has he been rushing off to every night?” Jackson ponders out loud on his end.

My stomach hits the floor and I wanted nothing more than to just hang up and go home and snuggle up in bed. I fake a laugh, “Actually it’s okay Jackson! I can get home myself! Sorry for calling you at 2 in the morning.”

“Oh what no it’s not a problem. I’m just surprised JB hasn’t been picking you up. I’ll head over right now. It’ll just take me 20 minutes to get over there,” Jackson explains as I hear him shuffling around.

“Ah, no that’s not necessary! I see Jaebum! Sorry for calling I’m gonna hang up now I don’t want to keep him waiting!”

“I knew it! He wouldn’t let his girl walk home at this time of the night. I’ll talk to you later, see ya!”

I quickly end the call, finally allowing the pent up sigh to escape. I felt a little guilty about lying to the bubbly man but I needed to end the call before my brain exploded at the newly obtained information. Where has Jaebum been sneaking off to if he wasn’t with me? I already felt sick in the stomach thinking about him playing around with other girls but that really wasn’t my business I tell myself the umpteenth time this week.

How pathetic. I haven’t even stepped a foot outside of the pub and my heart is already hammering. Maybe I should quit after today, I don’t think my weak heart can take anymore of this on top of the run home. I take a deep breath and peeped my head out the door to take a good look around my surroundings and my heart stops mid beat as I catch movement of a figure hastily hiding behind the corner. Without missing a beat I slam the door shut and locked the door. I take out my phone with shaky hands and I opened to Jaebum’s contact profile. Hyperventilating as my thumb hovered over the call button. I shake my head and quickly hit the back button, what if he was in the middle of something? I can’t possibly bother him with my stupid little problems so I did the only thing I think of.

“Hey…Jackson?”

In exactly 20 minutes his headlights flood the pub and I almost forgot to lock the door as I desperately made my way into his strong arms. I cried into his scarf hugging him tightly while he pat my head softly.

“I want Jaebum!” I sob my voice echoing down the street.

The blonde sighs, “I really thought he was picking you up. I texted him before coming to get you and he just said ‘K’ I seriously don’t know what’s going through that thick skull of his.”

“I’m sorry Jackson. I didn’t want to bother you but I’m paranoid, I feel someone watching me. And…and after that time with those drunk people I’m scared when Jaebum isn’t there with me,” I confess pulling away from him to look up at him to see his sincere expression.

He smiles warmly, “Well I’m no JB but I’m sure I can make you feel safe. I’ll drop you back home from now on until you get this sorted out with JB. Does that sound good?”

I nod happily with tears of contentment slipping down my cheeks, “Y-Yeah.”

Jaebum POV

My phone rings and I pick up knowingly who was on the other end.

“Is she home Jackson?”

Despite the urgency in my voice the blonde just laughs on the other end, “Yeah yeah she’s home. I even walked her to her door just as you wanted. So…tell me why have you been stalking her home and making her paranoid to the point she cried today?”

“S-She cried?” I stutter into the receiver. My heart panging with guilt that I caused her distress, yet again.

“Yeah. She thought that she was getting stalked. But little did she know it was just you keeping an eye on her cause you are too chicken to confront her after catching her with some guy,” Jackson sighs all teasing put aside he was genuinely upset by how I handled the situation.

“She cried because I scared her?” This already happened once I didn’t want to be the cause of her tears because of my thoughtless actions.

Jackson chuckles on his end, “Actually, she was crying for you. She literally said ‘I want Jaebum’ you should just talk to her JB. The guy was probably just a school friend or something. I’m no love expert but she really likes you, don’t fuck this up. She’s a great girl, don’t lose her because you are scared that she’s invested with someone else. Because with what I’m understanding, the only person she’s invested in is you.”

I registered all of that but the only thing that was able to leave my lips was, “Is this really Jackson?”

And my question was answered when he started shouting profanities on the other end. He takes a deep breath, “Just go talk to her will you?”

“I will.”

Your POV

6:14 PM

‘Thank god I didn’t have work today’ rang through my head all day as I sat during my lecture. After yesterday I was slightly embarrassed to ever show my face to Jackson again. I can’t believe I cried and made him pick me up from work because I was feeling a little paranoid.

I groan dragging my feet a long the sidewalk making my way to the 7-Eleven to pick up something for tonight’s dinner. I’m going to get some nice hot meal tonight instead of my usual instant ramen noodles, and that was the only thing I’m looking forward to this entire week.

My eyes wander the array selection of snacks and I wanted to stuff all of them into my basket but with only twenty dollars in my pocket I had to settle for one package of (your favourite snack) so that I could afford the assorted bento. Sometimes I regret being so stubborn and not accepting charity money from my brother, I could’ve easily bought the entire shelf of snacks with his generosity. With two dollars to spare I happily bought a hot cup of coffee to keep me warm on the long walk home.

I contently sip on the steaming hot liquid that successfully warmed up my hands and my chest. So far my day was been great considering how shit the rest of my week has been with Jaebum ignoring me and the endless paranoia on the walks back home. Almost immediately as I thought that my life was getting just a bit brighter, I finally see Jaebum after a whole week. There he stood in his calm stoic expression tall and confident on the other side of the road clad characteristically in all black, however instead of his usual leather jacket he was clad handsomely in a long wool jacket similar to Mark’s. I almost thought that he was maybe just a figment of my imagination considering how fast he came into my life and how fast he just left without an explanation. But here I was finally getting the explanation I deserved to his sudden disappearance. I watch as he places his gloved hand on the small of the back of a tall and slender beauty. He opens the door to an apartment complex for her and ushers her impatiently inside. Jaebum quickly follows her in right after, closing the door behind them.

Any hopes of mutual feelings on his end flew away with the cold winter wind. Of course he had a girlfriend who carried herself with the upmost confidence and looked just as sexy as him. It was a cruel joke that he played on me, making me think that I actually had a chance with someone like him, however I couldn’t exactly give him all the blame. I mean, I was stupid enough to think that I was ever good enough to be with him. Rich, handsome and kind despite his lifestyle then there was me. Average in looks and just about everything else I did, poor and straight up naïve. My chest tightens and clenches but I found comfort in it, at least I finally know where I stand with him. And where I stand is nowhere near his side and that was fine because I finally know and I can stop waiting like a high school girl for her crush to text her back.

I glance down at the scarf and wool coat Jaebum bought me and suddenly I didn’t feel so warm anymore, even with the hot coffee burning through its sleeve and into my hand. It was fun while it lasted I guess, getting treated like his princess, but it’s finally time to wake up to reality. I didn’t want anything to do with Jaebum anymore.

7:28 PM

The 7-Eleven dinner was bland.

But that was probably just me. My sour mood must’ve overpowered the MSG in the food. Out of the entire situation the only thing I was proud of was how I still haven’t cried. Maybe I’ve seen this coming, when has any of my love interests ever liked me back? And why would they now? Jaebum carried himself well, he was confident and got whatever or whoever he wanted. Even though he was always dotting on me calling me sweet names and such he never once asked me officially to be his. My brother always warned me of this, if a person doesn’t officially ask you, you can’t complain if they ever leave you. Because you were actually never in a relationship, you can’t accuse the other of cheating, the only person you can accuse is yourself and that is for being stupid. My brother was wise, too bad I was always too dense to ever listen to him. I shut my eyes and before I knew it I fell into a deep sleep.

12:41 AM

I groan groping in the general vicinity of my vibrating phone on the table beside the couch. Finally getting a hold of it I turn on the screen to be met with blinding light. I yelp hastily putting the brightness on the lowest setting but even so it was still too bright. My eyes finally adjust but my brain still couldn’t comprehend the words on the screen.

Jaebum^^: Hey, how have you been?

Jaebum^^: I apologize for not picking you up this week. Something came up.

Yeah your dick.

That’s what I wanted to type and my fingers were physically itching to click send. But I figured I should save the little dignity I had left by handling the situation in a more mature manner.

[Y/N]: I understand. That’s okay.

Jaebum^^: I knew it! You’re the best. Is it alright if I came over? I haven’t seen you in a while.

Jaebum^^: I miss you.

My heart pumps at concerning speeds as I angrily came up with a reply. How long does he think he can play me?

[Y/N]: I don’t want to see you.

Jaebum^^: Ah…yeah it’s pretty late. Maybe tomorrow?

[Y/N]: No JB. I don’t want to see you ever.

Jaebum^^: Are you seriously that angry because I haven’t picked you up?

Jaebum^^: You know I’m not your fucking taxi driver right?

I wanted to scream at him in all capitals and say ‘NO IT’S BECAUSE YOU ARE FUCKING CHEATING ON ME’ but I remember my brother’s words, it’s not cheating because I was never dating him to begin with.

[Y/N]: No of course not. I really did appreciate you taking me home.

[Y/N]: It’s just that…I think it’s better if we don’t see each other again. It’s not good for me.

Jaebum^^: Did something happen?

Jaebum^^: Did someone hurt you? I will fucking gut them alive.

You did Jaebum.

Jaebum^^: You never call me JB.

Jaebum^^: Are you being blackmailed? Held captive?

[Y/N]: Don’t be silly. I’m safe.

[Y/N]: Everyone calls you JB. And I feel that we aren’t on the first name bases.

[Y/N]: Sorry JB. But I need to go.

Jaebum^^: [Y/N]

I sigh feeling slightly guilty giving him the cold shoulder but I deserved better than to be disrespected like that. Without another thought I turn off my phone and stuffed it into the seat of the couch, out of sight out of mind. I deserve my only one night off and I should enjoy it as much as I can. Flicking on Netflix I watch until I fell asleep on the couch.

2 AM

I don’t know if I was happy that Jaebum didn’t show up to take me home or if I was disappointed. Regardless the walk home was fine, I didn’t feel like someone was watching me compared to prior days where I felt lingering eyes on my back. Even so I couldn’t help but fantasize him waiting for me by the door with flowers in hand and saying something along the lines of ‘It was just a misunderstanding, let’s go home now’. I sigh shaking my head, I got to stop thinking about him and hurry home so that I can focus on the final exams creeping up in a few days.

I throw open the door to my apartment and drop my bag on the floor with a thud. Just as I was about to switch on the light I heard another thud, however it wasn’t from my bag this time, it was coming from my bedroom. My heartbeat accelerates along with my anxiety till it reached the peeling ceiling. I quickly lock the door and grabbed the conveniently placed baseball bat that rested with my umbrella by the door, thank you Taehyung for forgetting to pick it up for weeks. I hold the bat tightly in my hands and slowly followed the sound. I was not getting robbed today, I am too fucking broke to have to deal with this kind of bullshit. I chanted over and over in my head. Sucking in a deep breath I kick open the door and took a powerful swing at the intruder. It was dark to say in the least. I could barely see so I missed their head, however I managed to connect the solid piece of wood with the person’s arm. They hiss in pain, “Fuck! (Y/N)!”

“What?” I scream blindly waving around the bat with no intentions of stopping.

The person groans and flicks on the light.

I stood there readying myself for another swing as I was now practically blind from the bright light. I squint and finally see the person I thought I would never see again in leather hunched over my cabinet holding his now throbbing arm.

Jaebum.

His usually crisp and clean appearance was covered in blood dribbling down his forehead. His hair was slick with sweat as his face contorts in pain. I look down to see that his white tshirt was drenched completely red where his hand was clenching on his stomach.

“Jaebum…” I breathe soaking in everything before me as his clothes soaked in his blood, “Jaebum…” I call again dropping the bat and cautiously walked up to him.

I could feel his hot sticky blood seeping into my coat as I held him tightly, refusing to let him go.

“Sorry. I couldn’t make it back home so I stopped by here…” he pants heavily, “I…I know you don’t want to see me.”

“Shut up…” I whimper hot tears bubbling over and streaming down my cheeks and onto his neck.

“Sorry for scaring you…I was getting up to tell you not to freak out but,” he chuckles before wincing immediately, “You know how to take care of yourself I’m so proud.”

“I don’t care about any of that…Jaebum what do I do? How can I help you?” I sob looking up at him, his face only a mere few millimeters away from mine. His eyes flutter closed his long eyelashes on full display as he closes the space. Jaebum’s soft full lips presses desperately against mine, “Stop crying.”

I sniffle nodding hysterically, “Okay. Okay what now?”

“Stop freaking out. I’m not dying,” Jaebum softly smiles as he pulls away to rest his weight against the cabinet, “I’m okay.”

I gesture wildly at him, “That’s not okay! You’re bleeding everywhere!” I scream causing him to wince.

“To be honest, where you hit my arm hurts the most,” he proudly grins. I know he meant it as a joke to make me feel better but it completely had the opposite effect. I sob even louder throwing myself onto the ground by his feet.

“I’m just kidding!” he panics. Despite his serious injuries he bends down and helps me to my feet when he could barely stay up on his very own two ones, “I’m just kidding…” he coos pulling me against his damp chest.

I stifle my cries and hold him tightly snuffing my nose against his neck. Sweat and metallic iron filled my nostrils. He gently rubs his hand up and down my back, “I have a favour to ask of you.”

I nod.

He lowers himself with some difficultly onto the bed as I take off my jacket. In his sitting position I slip him from his leather jacket and placed it beside him on the bed. I take a deep breath, hands on the hem of his shirt. With closed eyes I peel the sticky fabric off his body and dropped it onto the floor. I open my eyes to see Jaebum also having his eyes squeezed shut. I lower my head and gently kissed his cheek causing his warm chocolate brown eyes to flutter open. He innocently looks up at me and I smile softly lowering his body to recline on the small bed.

“It’s okay, trust me?” I quietly ask holding the needle and thread in shaky hands. He nods gazing up at me as my own eyes roam over the multiple stab wounds littering his front. I shakily take a seat in my chair and placed the warm bowl of water in my lap. Soaking the white towel I ring it out and took a deep breath before allowing the fabric to meet his skin. I close my eyes momentarily to get rid of the dizziness I felt from seeing the amount of blood seeping out of his milky white flesh.

“I-It’s okay…” I coo swallowing drily as I gently sew up his deepest opening. He sighs, forehead beading in sweat as he squeezes his eyes shut. A soft moan leaves his lips despite the force he bit on his bottom lip. “I’m sorry…it probably hurts even more because I’m doing it and I don’t know shit…” I breathlessly laugh trying my best to quickly finish up this one to put him out of his misery. His stomach clenches in pain as I pull the thread to close up the wound and blood started to bubble from his other openings. The thread gets tangled with his skin as I stubbornly pull at the string. Jaebum groans softly as blood cascades down his ribs and onto the bedding. Tears start to blur my vision, “I…I can’t do it Jaebum…you need professional help. I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m doing!” I sob tears falling once again.

Jaebum hushes me softly caressing my cheek, brushing the hot sticky tears away, “Shh, I trust you with my life. (Y/N) are doing great.” He assures with a tired smile, “Just pull the thread tightly.” I rub away my tears the back of my hand and nod, “Okay.”

I pull the string with all my might closing up the opening successfully. Maybe a little too successfully, his skin bunches around the thread causing a loud moan to leave Jaebum, “Fuck...that’s my girl,” he hisses under his breath, “Now two more. Just maybe a little more gentle okay?”

I shyly smile nodding, “Sorry Jaebummie.” He lets out a heavy breath with a content smile, “I thought I was never going to hear you call me that again. I’m so relived.”

“I’m still mad at you,” I huff sticking the needle with a little more confidence into him. He takes a sharp intake of breath, “What did I do? I should be mad with you!” he says defensively.

“What?” I threaten glooming over his reclined body and he smiles sheepishly waving away the situation with his better arm, the arm that I didn’t facture. Being petty I pull the thread just as hard as my first accidental one. Jaebum sucks his teeth and clenches the bedding in his fist in blinding white pain. After sewing up two wounds and the first one being the longest and deepest the last sewing job as a piece of cake. And watching the intimidating man withering in pain and moaning in my bed gave me the sympathy to be gentle for his last one. He sighs in relief as he was preparing himself for another brutal assault but it never came. I give his toned chest and stomach one final wipe with the now pink towel before bandaging him up snuggly. I told him to wait as I went to change the water and towel to gingerly wipe away the sweat and dried up trickle of blood on his temple, “There.”

The corners of his lips twitch upwards as he nuzzles his cheek against my palm. Jaebum turns his head and presses his chapped lips against my thumb, “Thank you,” he breaths closing his eyes finally allowing the exhaustion to take over his body.

“You can stay the night…I guess,” I huff retracting my hand to cross my arms over my chest, “I’m going to shower and get ready for bed,” I quietly say tapping my fingers against the now cold bowl of water.

The hot shower was much needed after that eventful and probably life scarring experience. Never had I’ve seen that much blood in my life and that is coming from a girl who seen drunk people make broken glass rain at work. I also never stitched a person up before, my hands can still feel the resistance of skin against the tip of the needle before finally giving in and getting punctured. I slip into my Ryan Bear pajamas seeing no shame in them since Jaebum already saw them last week. I quietly navigate my way from the bathroom and through the bedroom trying my best to not wake up Jaebum.

“Where are you going?” his soft voice calls out.

“Um…to the living room,” I explain but it sounded more like a question.

Jaebum tries to get up into a seated position but his face contorts in pain as he accidently applies pressure onto his bruised arm. He raises a brow and tilts his head to the little space beside him on the twin sized bed, “Why don’t you sleep here?”

A small smile stretches across my features and I shake my head reluctantly, “That’s probably not a good idea.”

“Oh right. Your boyfriend would get mad,” Jaebum practically growls out.

“I think the only person who is getting mad is you Jaebum,” I lightly laugh, “But no. I don’t have a boyfriend and I wont sleep with you because you have a girlfriend. Anyways, good night Jaebum.”

I give him another small smile before making my way to the door to the living room. What Jaebum did next made me and all the doctors around the world scream as well. He jumps up from the bed to jumps to block the door with no pain evident in his face in his hurried panic.

“What girlfriend?! The only girlfriend I want is you and I thought I made that clear!” He spits out in a frantic haste.

I blink up at him before hitting him on the chest, “What the fuck Jaebum! It’s not that big of a deal! Get back in bed you’re hurt!” I scream shoving him back to bed but he didn’t move a budge.

“Only if you join me,” he stubbornly replies, I huff crossing my arms over my chest and he did the same. I roll my eyes and gestured my head over to the bed and made my way over with him. He slips back into the indent he made into the bed while I sit beside him on the small space beside him careful to not accidently brush against him.

“So you were mad because you thought I had a girlfriend?” He inquires slipping a hand under the pillow as he laid on his side facing me. I look down at him and nodded biting my lip.

“Well you didn’t talk to me for a week after leaving me at the festival waiting for you for an hour and when I finally see you were you were walking a really pretty girl into an apartment! What else was I supposed to think you dumbass! And you made me walk home all alone and it was scary!” At that moment I could probably audition at some entertainment company and debut as the next best female rapper after CL. After finally letting out my bottled emotions I felt a lot better, but bringing up my week’s trouble I felt the waterworks start up again.

Jaebum laughs snuggling his face into the fluffy pillow. He reaches a hand out and pulls me so that I lay closely beside him. Practically sharing a pillow with him he gazes deeply into my eyes and smiles his crescent eyed smile, “I thought I made myself very clear that I love you and that I want to be with you,” he says knitting his eyebrows together. “Well first, I’m sorry about the festival. I did come but extremely late, a job got me caught up. That was my fault. But I saw you with this stupid mint hair guy and I got mad and left.”

I giggle, “You get jealous that easily? I thought I made it very clear that I like you too.”

“Well…you are a extremely kind girl okay? You could’ve just been being nice to me. I don’t know! Anyways, that led to not picking you up. But I was there, I stalked you home and I made you feel paranoid which is also my bad.”

My shoulders shake trying to hold back my laughter, “Ahh Jaebum…”

“And third, that pretty girl was a prostitute. We escort all our girls to their clients to ensure their safety. Regardless I don’t know why you of all people would be jealous at all. You are the most beautiful girl out there anyways,” he confesses in all seriousness. After explaining everything he takes in a huge breath then flashed me a shy smile.

Blood rushes to my cheeks and I blush a bright red similar to a tomato, “Y-You can’t just say things like that!”

“I will tell you everything no matter how embarrassing if that can make you stay. I don’t want to lose you,” he says raking his fingers over my spine. I sheepishly grin looking anywhere but deep into his eyes.

“I didn’t know where our relationship stood. You never asked me out officially…” I lamely interject and he smiles.

“I didn’t realize I had to officially ask you out to show how much I cared for you since I thought my actions said enough. But if that can prevent this from happening ever again…” he sighs rolling his eyes teasingly, “Will you do me the honour and be my girlfriend?”

“That was so cheesy,” I complain with a groan stifling the giggle as he presses the tip of his nose against mine.

“You loved it. Shut up and kiss me,” he hums closing his eyes.

I roll my eyes and press my lips against his.

“So is that a yes or a no?” Jaebum ponders throwing the cover over us.

I laugh snuggling into the already warmed up blankets, “Are you stupid?”

“I need you to confirm so the next time I see you with another man I know you aren’t cheating on me,” he whines teasingly as I relentlessly hit him regardless of his injuries.

“Yes. Yes I will be your girlfriend. You are so stupid I hate you,” I sigh closing my eyes. Regardless of the indifferent front I put up, he felt my heart hammering happily against his.

“I love you too. Now go turn off the lights (Y/N),” he yawns closing his eyes with a smug smile on his lips.

“What? No I’m comfortable you go turn it off.”

He feigns pain, “B-But I’ve been stabbed.”

“Oh god, I fucking hate you Jaebum.”

9:32 AM

“Hey don’t you have class?”

My eyes flew open and I abruptly sit up from bed. The sudden rush of blood to my head causes black dots to appear in my vision. I blink reaching over for my phone.

“Just kidding. It’s reading week for you no?”

Relief floods my body but not it was replaced with complete and utter annoyance. I whip my head around to see Jaebum lying down smugly with arms behind his head.

“Okay you little shit…” I seethe between my teeth, “What do you want.”

Jaebum pretends to be in deep thought before his face lights up brightly, “Pancakes and a nice hot shower!”

I flop down into the mattress with a groan, “You woke me up like that for pancakes? Go shower yourself.”

“I can’t. You hurt my dominant arm,” and if that wasn’t enough to make me feel guilty already he adds, “When you tried to club me to death.”

“You haven’t been my boyfriend for more than 12 hours and you already want me to bathe you?”

“Yeah”

“Alright let’s go you freak.”

I told myself it wasn’t anything sexual. He needed me to help him shower because he was hurt, that was all. Even so, when he starts to strip of his pants I was internally screaming. I close my eyes but I hear loud and clear the fabric dropping and pooling by his feet. I hear his chuckles and a loud slapping noise as he teasingly stretches and snaps the elastic of his boxers. I mumble some profanities under my breath as the smaller piece of fabric drops to the tiled floor.

“I need help,” Jaebum states indifferently.

I shake my head eyes still squeezed shut, “No you don’t. You’re a big boy.”

“Yeah I am. You can see too if you just open your eyes,” he teases and I practically choke on my spit.

“Jaebum!” I whine covering my face with my hands.

“No seriously though, I can’t take off the bandages.”

I groan blindly swiping my hands at the air to find him. Surely enough with my luck I accidently traveled a little too low to swat the back of my hand against his precious family jewels. I scream mentally taking in how soft the skin felt and how much resistance it had when getting hit which only meant that he was in fact quite large. But I didn’t want that to plague my brain so I continued to scream hoping the sound would drown my dirty thoughts and flush them right out of my brain.

“Ah jagi, I just want a shower. Why are you teasing me?”

“I-I’m not! It was an accident and you know that!”

He hums contently probably shrugging but I couldn’t really tell as my eyes were still glued shut. Jaebum takes my hands in his and places them on his chest. I smooth my palms against his hot skin and found the bandages quickly undoing them. He lets out a soft sigh as my hands travelled lower and lower but after no indications of any more bandages I quickly retract my hands to my sides, “There.”

“You know I don’t care if you see me naked,” he says suddenly with his hands rubbing soothing circles into my hips.

“I know you don’t,” I stutter with a blush.

“Then open your pretty eyes,” he chuckles.

Testing the waters I crack open one eye to see him grin. Then I opened my other eye but I refused to look any lower than his broad shoulders. He gives me a goofy grin that I started to feel characteristically more fitting than his brooding aura that he held a week ago. His gaze flutters down to my lips but he didn’t kiss me this time. Instead he drags me to the shower. I roll up my sleeves and tippy toed to grab the handle of the showerhead. I test the warm water in my hand before spraying him with it. He bites his lips as the water stung his wounds but for the most part he seemed to enjoy the water cascading down his body taking away all of yesterday’s sweat.

“Well go soap yourself,” I sternly say and he simply shrugs.

“I can’t my arm hurts. I think you broke it,” he pouts and I spray his face attempting to wash away his lies.

He stands there with no intention to move. I lather the soap in my hands and gingerly rub it into his chest, under his arms, and extremely carefully over his stitches. Thank god he took pity in me and lathed soap in his lower region by himself with his single uninjured hand. I spray the soap away before washing his hair. He grins rather cutely at me as I worked shampoo into his locks, with a cloud perched on his head I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

I managed to stay rather dry considering that I practically had one foot in the shower but it didn’t last long once Jaebum pulled me into a tight hug before he had the chance to dry off.

“Thank you,” he hums against the shell of my ear.

I wasn’t sure if I was blushing by his voice being so close to my ear and sending vibrations straight through my body or if it was because I could feel his soft limp member pressed against my stomach. Regardless I was at a loss of words so I nod shyly in return.

Thankfully I wore boxers as shorts and extremely baggy t-shirts and even more thankfully Jaebum fit in them. I could only look at him properly once he was covered in my green checker print boxers and my bright yellow oppai tee. (Google this if you don’t know what it is, it’s gold) I couldn’t help but throw my head back in laughter at how silly and adorable he looked in colourful clothing. And to top off the look with his hair freshly blow dried with no gel pushing his hair back his fringe sat on his forehead and he looked like a completely different person, he looked soft. His strong arched eyebrows were covered but left his two cute moles peeping from under the tresses of onyx hair. I smiled up at him, I can’t believe this is the man that runs the notorious and merciless GOT7.

Even though I insist that he relaxes on the couch while I throw together his pancakes he persistently follows me closely into the kitchen where he stuck to me like glue. His arms never fail to circle my waist tightly as I made my way around the kitchen.

“Ah you are in the way! Go relax will you!” I complain even though he wasn’t really. I enjoyed his attention very much, however I just don’t want him to know that even though I’m well aware that he knows all too well already.

Instead of coming back with a snarky reply like he usually does he kisses my neck causing the pancake I was attempting to flip fly out of my pan.

“Jaebummie…” I groan as I feel his teeth nip at the supple skin.

I could feel him smile against my neck before he suckles the skin into his mouth. He pulls away with a pop and a smug grin, “Okay.”

He pulls away and makes his way to the couch, leaving me in the kitchen with a pancake on the floor and a hickey on my neck. This man will be the death of me, I swear.

After successfully making a stack of buttermilk pancakes and throwing on a handful of fresh strawberries and blueberries I bring it to Jaebum who was sprawled on the couch like a starfish.

“Yah your pancakes your majesty,” I tease placing them in front of him on the coffee table. He grins sitting up excitedly but thankfully a little more careful of his stitches compared to yesterday. I smile contently watching him gobble up the fluffy cakes. He turns to me with stuffed cheeks, a little piece still sticking out from his lips causing me to giggle. He quickly swallows surprisingly managing to not choke to death and leans in to capture my lips. Even though it was a chaste kiss I could still taste the sweet syrup on him. He smiles pulling away, “Thank you for the food.”

“You like getting babied don’t you?” I curiously ask fighting back a smile.

He blinks pulling his lips into a thin line, “No one ever babies me. Only you do so I’m going to enjoy it obviously.”

I laugh throwing my head back and onto the backrest of the couch, “Big scary mafia boss likes getting pampered?”

He rolls his eyes stuffing another full cake into his mouth, “Well if you put it that way I’m going to deny it.”

“I mean I don’t really care. When you are with me I only see Jaebum. I don’t see JB the mafia boss,” I smile watching a pretty pink dust his pale cheeks, “I also think you look cute with your hair down. I don’t mind your hair pushed back at all, it makes you look unbelievably sexy. But you look so adorable right now with your natural fluffy hair.”

“I don’t want to be cute!” He defensively yells as his cheeks grow darker in shade.

“You’re so cute,” I grin picking at the fruit that laid forgotten by Jaebum in his pursuit for pancakes.

The rest of the day consisted of me nursing Jaebum, whether it be getting him a glass of water, get a itch on his back, or rubbing his stomach cause he ate too fast, I did it all. It was nearly 3 PM when I realized I had to go to work, however I was extremely reluctant to leave Jaebum alone like this. While he took a nap on the couch with his head in my lap I made a call into the pub. With one hand continuing to run through his soft tresses while the other held the phone to my ear.

“Hey – sorry I…have a personal emergency I can’t come into work for a few days.”

Surprisingly my boss was completely understanding of the situation. Most probably because I never complained while I took all the shitty shifts and covered for anyone who couldn’t come into work. Having the next few days off would be good, giving me time to care for Jaebum and focus on studying for my final exams. However I can’t help but feel nervous by the nagging that rent money is due in a couple of days as well. It’s probably better to tell my landlord earlier than later that I wouldn’t be able to deliver the full amount by Thursday. I didn’t even realize I groaned out loud until the softly snoring Jaebum’s eyes flutter open to look up at me curiously.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ah it’s nothing. Why don’t you go take a nap on the bed? I’ll be back soon I just need to go do something really quick,” I smile reassuringly as he nodded with question.

“Okay,” he smiles warmly, “Stay safe.”

I took my sweet time walking down the flights of stairs to get to the first floor where my landlord lived seeing that I was dreading what was coming. I take a deep breath before my knuckles made contact with the door. Shortly after the old man hobbled his way to the door and opened it with a toothy grin, “Ah Miss. (Y/N)! How can I help you?”

I scratch my cheek nervously with my index finger, “I…I just wanted to apologize that my rent money won’t be ready for you by Thursday. I know this is my second month in a row being late but believe me when I say I will get the money to you.”

The old man sighs before erupting in a fit of laughter. Oh man I did it. I broke the poor man who has to deal with my physically poor ass. He shakes his head, “Don’t worry about that dear. A handsome young man came to see me about a week ago and gave me enough money to cover your rent for about a year.”

My eyes bulge out in utter shock, “A-A year?!”

“I was just as shocked as you dear!” The man wholeheartedly chuckles, “He just said ‘This should cover her rent, don’t give her a hard time’ and left, just like that! He never even asked how much your rent was.”

I frown, this smelled like my brother all over it or Jaebum.

“May I ask who gave you the money?”

“Ah the man was very handsome. Dressed all black, leather jacket. Very intimidating. Thank the gods that he was giving me money and not asking me for money in return! I would be shaking in my shoes!”

Definitely Jaebum.

“Was there anything else he said?”

“Oh! Just to…” the man gulps suddenly nervous, “Not tell you…Oh! Dear me! Please don’t tell him I told you!”

“Of course I wont!”

God help Jaebum. I storm up the flight of stairs with purpose as if I were starring in some broadway musical.

“Jaebum!!!” I screech sending the bedroom door practically swinging off its hinges.

He peers up from under the covers unaffected by my booming voice, “Yes?”

“Did you pay for my rent? You know I hate depending on others!” I cry out in disbelief.

“Ah that fucking old man had one job,” Jaebum cusses under his breath.

“Jaebum…why?” I ask evidently upset that he spent so much of his money on me.

“I don’t see what’s the big problem (Y/N),” he sighs sitting up for the long speal that he knew was coming his way.

“I don’t want to be dependent on others Jaebum. I want to work hard and earn for myself. I can take care of myself,” I explain pinching the bridge of my nose in irritation.

“And I want to care for you. It’s okay to be dependent on others (Y/N) especially on me. I think everyone around you knows how capable you are at taking care of yourself but you should enjoy life a little. Yes you are making money for your necessities but your health is plummeting because you work insane hours while juggling school. I just want to take a load off your back because it hurts watching you stress out over such a little thing like money,” Jaebum explains rather calmly with a small shrug.

I pull my quivering lips into a frown, he was too sweet just like the syrup that tainted his lips earlier. I fight a sniffle and made my way over to the bed to snuggle into his side, “Thank you…” I mumble allowing his arms to pull me flush against his sculpted warm body.

“I never want money to be an issue for you. It’s literally just paper. I just want you to focus on school and do what you love and makes you happy. Understood?”

“Understood,” I grin as happy tears slip down the corners of my eyes.

“Ahh are you crying again? You big baby…” he teases with his voice full of admiration, “What if I told you I also paid off your school tuition?”

I sat up to look at him seriously and he laughs “I didn’t! I know how important it is for you to pay it off by yourself. You can try your best first and whatever is left I will cover it for you. Deal?”

“Thank you Jaebum,” I smile through my blurry tear vision. Regardless I could still make out his bright grin.

“Please continue to take care of me Jaebum,” I cry finally admitting that I wanted someone’s help. It felt good and at the same time it didn’t make me feel weak. Jaebum helped me because he wanted me to focus on things that made me happy. He didn’t give me charity money because he pitied me, he wanted me to work hard for bigger and better things without money being a factor that was weighing me down.

“Jaebum?”

He hums in reply, “Yeah?”

“I love you too,” I smile wiping away my happy tears, “I didn’t say it yesterday. But I love you too.”

“Yeah I know,” he smugly concludes pulling me back against his body, “I love you most.”

He pulls me into a kiss as I lean over him allowing him to continue to lie on his back. Even though he was beneath me he still forged dominance as he slips in his warm appendage into my hot cavern. I moan softly as he palms his hand against my breast.

“Jaebum…you’re hurt. We should wait until you’re better,” I sigh pulling away as his lips stubbornly follows mine catching them again.

“I already waited. I wanted to do this in the car when you first kissed me,” he mumbles against my cheek.

“Wouldn’t it hurt?” I ask slightly concerned if it was a good idea to get physical in his condition.

“It hurts more having a hard throbbing cock than a slight tug of stitches. Also knowing you, you will be gentle I’m not concerned in the slightest,” he explains indifferently.

“Beg for it then,” I tease biting my lip. Knowing his personality he was going to be the definition of dominant once he’s back in fit condition. I might as well enjoy the dominance why I can when he’s recovering from three stab wounds, a blow to the head, and arm from yours truly. He raises a brow and I push back his hair so that I could see his forehead and eyebrows, which oddly did something to me.

He slips his index and middle finger into the elastic of my Ryan Bear shorts with a loud snap and gave me a simple command, “Off.” Maybe I was wrong, even in his state he was dominant. Then again what should I expect from mafia leader Jaebum? I obediently take off the shorts, leaving not much difference considering how short the shorts were to begin with. Jaebum smirks reaching out his hand to cup the back of my head, lowering my face to his. He tugs at my bottom between his teeth as his hand slides from the back of my head, down my spine, before slipping into my panties to grab a handful of my ass in his large calloused palm. I whimper as his finger slides up between the crack to rake his fingers under my pajama top, “Off.”

I nervously unbutton the front allowing the fabric to open to only slightly reveal the front sliver of my body. He hums motioning his finger in a come hither motion. I snuffle on my knees closer to him. Jaebum grips my right thigh to bring it over to his other side so that I was straddling him. Even though I was above him I still felt small as he beckons for me to travel higher up on his body. My heat was rested carefully on his stomach as one of his hands held tightly on mine while his other one tugged the collar of my shirt down slipping the thin material from my shoulders. The fabric sat on my elbows and I fell shy as he swallows in my naked form before him. His hand runs up from the hem of my underwear up my waist and ribs until it settles cupping one of my breast. I shyly bite my lip looking into his lust filled orbs. He softly squeezes causing a soft mewl to life my lips, he smirks satisfied before tweaking the sensitive bud between his index and thumb.

“Come, bring that into my mouth,” he says without a hiccup.

“I…I…” I stutter and he slyly smirks, “Did I stutter?”

I shake my head placing both hands on his shoulder as I arch my back so that my breasts press against his nose. He slips out a tongue and swirls it around the sensitive bud before suckling it into his hot mouth. I let out a soft whine as his lips suctioned on my breast. I slid my hands from his shoulders up to his soft onyx locks as his tongue flicks side to side with my nipple still in his mouth. I call out his name and he pulls away with a pop, he looks up at me between my breasts and smiles, “It’s okay, trust me?” it was the exact same words I said to him yesterday. I nod shyly, “Of course.”

Without missing a beat his lips were latched onto my other nipple. His hand palmed and pinched at my other breast slicked with his salvia keeping it occupied making sure it didn’t feel neglected as he gave attention to the other. I whimper as he harshly sucks on the sensitive bud with his tongue darting at the underside. I watch as Jaebum pulls away with closed eyes as he kitten licks at the bud flicking it up and down.

My breath becomes heavier with each heated touch he brought upon my body. It was embarrassing knowing that he felt my heat getting warmer against his sculpted stomach. He knew full well how his actions are getting me worked up beyond recognition. He pulls away from my nipple as a line of salvia trailed from the tip to his lips. His long lashes flutter revealing the darkest hue of brown I’ve ever seen on him.

“Sit on my face.”

I splutter nervously but he only chuckles sending the vibrations from his chest to my core. He lifts my seated bottom from his stomach and guides me towards his face, only stopping once my clothed warmth hovered over his mouth. I clench the headboard to keep still making sure if my legs were to give out I wouldn’t crush Jaebum’s face. He teasingly blows cool air at my sensitive heat and I gasp jumping up slightly. But he wouldn’t let me get too far as his hands firmly grip on my hips and lowered me onto his mouth until I could feel his soft lips flush against my clit, the only thing between them is my thin pair of panties. I dig my nails into the headboard as I watch Jaebum close his eyes in complete bliss as his warm muscle twirls against my clothed bundle of nerves. He softly sucks on the nib causing my hips to grind into his face in desperate need of more friction. He doesn’t seem to mind the lack of oxygen as he continues to prod his tongue into the dampening cloth. Jaebum’s hand slithers up my waist so that he could cup one of my breasts in his large hand while his other hooked the annoying fabric of my panties to the side so that he could finally have direct contact with my pussy. His warm appendage trails up and down my entire slit before he pushes his muscle in. Soon he darts his tongue back and forth relentlessly causing my breaths to shallow out.

“Jaebum…” I whine. His eyes flutter open and up looks up at me with hazy eyes but never once slowing down his tongue. I slide my hands into his freshly washed hair and tugged on his tresses. He hums contently sending the vibrations straight through my throbbing core. “Jaebum,” I breathe again and he smirks sliding his tongue out to wrap around my clit and gave it a final suckle before pulling away.

His hands on my breast and hip pulls away to rest on my thighs, allowing me to slide away so that I could finally sit on his chest giving my knees a break. I silently trace my finger on the collar of his shirt and he quickly catches on. “You can take it off.”

I bashfully grin getting up from him carefully making sure I don’t accidently touch his healing wounds. Jaebum leans up with little difficultly as I help him discard of his uncharacteristically bright yellow t-shirt. Feeling a little bold I slip out of my soaked through panties and tossed it onto his face. Before he could register what I was up to I softly grab onto his clothed erection. A low groan fills the room and my core ached to be filled with him. I massage him gently through the fabric as he throws the panties I dropped on his face across the room. His hips rise to meet my hand for more friction so I comply by pulling down the elastic of the boxers down. Jaebum’s hard and thick cock slaps against his bare stomach and the sight caused my blush to deepen even more. His chuckle snaps me out of my staring contest with his leaking red tip. I look up at him as his finger gestures for me to come closer. I obediently follow and shuffling on my knees to his reclined form. His hand holds the back of my head and lowered it so that he could comfortably kiss me without straining to sit up. After a long moment I pull away holding his head up gently as I slip another pillow underneath his head.

“Is that better?” I ask brushing my thumb across his cheeks. He nods with a soft smile gesturing for me to come closer again. I lay on my stomach beside him his toned bicep curled around my waist holding me tightly against him. I kiss his pronounced jawline and he obediently angles his head giving me full access to his neck. I leave a trail of butterfly kisses along his thick vein before settling over his jugular. I flatten my tongue on his artery and I could feel his quickened pulse under my appendage. Deciding to tease him a little I bite and suck on his supple skin as I raise my leg until my knee came into contact with his erection. He softly whines and the muscles in his arm budges against my body holding me impossibly tight. I pull away with a string of saliva dripping onto his collarbone. I smile softly seeing the purple blossom I left on his smooth skin.

“Fuck…did you really just mark me?” He chuckles and I giggle giving his cheek a quick peck, “Come here…” he growls easily throwing my body into the position he desired. His lips latch onto my throat like a leech as he sucked relentlessly. I cry out in pain as he refused to stop, abusing the sensitive flesh behind my neck, below by jaw, throat, and collarbone. Basically anywhere his mouth could reach he left a trail of love bites. I mewl scratching his pectoral muscles in a lame attempt for him to go gentle. Jaebum smirks against the tingling skin and showered the sore spots with loving kisses when he finally deemed it was enough.

“I would usually kill whoever dared to mark my skin…but since it’s you I guess it’s okay,” he explains in all seriousness. I blink down at him, “Really?” I nervously laugh. Jaebum bites his lower lip contemplating his next few words.

“I…” he starts with a small smile looking anywhere but my eyes, “I think kissing is more intimate than sex. I never let anyone kiss me before.”

At his confession a goofy grin plasters across my face as I watch him become embarrassed and shy. Before he could try to defend himself of his strange tactics I capture his lips with mine.

“I’m scary mafia leader JB’s first kiss,” I snort causing him to roll his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, now go suck my dick.”

“Really?” I ask nervously.

He rolls his eyes with a small laugh, “No maybe next time, I’m just dying to be in you already.”

I bashfully smile and nod as he guides me over his standing erection. I place my hands over his abs while he positions his red tip slick with pre-cum at my entrance. He rubs the lubricated head against my slit teasingly causing my nails to dig into his sides, “Jaebum…” I whine impatiently and he chuckles but nonetheless presses his tip at my entrance until it slowly penetrates and fills up my wet hot cavern. I gasp at his impressive size stretching out my walls, “Jaebum,” I whine again and he laughs the little breaths sending vibrations from his cock to my cunt.

“Take off that stupid bear shirt,” Jaebum scoffs pulling at my shirt that was sitting on my elbows. I didn’t even realize I was still wearing my Ryan Bear pajamas I laugh allowing him to throw the material across the room. Jaebum gazes into my eyes hands still on my hips, he was waiting for me to adjust to his size until I gave him permission to move. I bite my lip nodding slowly ushering for him to start. Jaebum pulls his lips into a tight line and grinds his hip gently into mine. I could physically see and feel him holding back for my sake. He was probably used to rough sex with his flings where he pounded himself into the girl’s pussy until she forgot her name and how to walk the next day, but here he was softly rocking his hips against mine as if I was the most fragile and precious thing he ever held in his hands. I enjoyed the slow and torturous pace that caused his forehead to bead with sweat but I also wanted him fast and hard. I lift myself up on my knees before dropping back down on him. Jaebum takes a sharp intake of breath as his hips began to connect with mine at a faster rhythm. He hisses under this breath, “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

I clench my walls around him forcing his eyes to roll shut to focus on his strong deep thrusts. I rake my fingers carefully over his red irritated swollen skin, wary of the rough stitches beneath my fingertips. With the pillows resting behind his head it allowed him a good view of me riding him. I would’ve been embarrassed having someone watch me in such a vulnerable position but the complete admiration in his lidded eyes just fuelled me with even more confidence. I pick up the pace as he slams his pelvis up to meet mine. Loud skin snapping noises fill the room probably loud enough for the neighbours to hear. It only got louder once Jaebum groans rolling himself over to switch positions with me. With me on my back I look up at him worriedly, I wanted to ask him if he was okay to top in his condition but the only thing that managed to leave my lips was a loud moan as he slams into me at the new angle and at a alarming rate. I gasp for air as his hands came to gently wrap and apply pressure on my trachea. I scratch at his back leaving angry red trails but he didn’t seem to mind very much.

The headboard hits the wall with a continuous thud as he slams relentlessly into my core. I whine breathlessly, “I’m close…”

Jaebum scoops me up with his uninjured arm and held me flush against his chest. I wrap my arms and legs around him as he thrusts at an inhuman pace. He captures my lips with his as he swallows up the incoherent splutters flying out from my parted lips. I convulse around his twitching cock and he slips his thumb over my sensitive clit and rubs at the bud until it became swollen from over stimulation while I cry against his shoulder.

“Jaebum!” I cry as the coil in my stomach unravelled. Jaebum grunts out my name slamming desperately with uneven thrusts until his hot seed exploded within me. I whine feeling the hot cum drip down my inner thighs and onto the bedding. Small whimpers left my parted lips as he softly grunts thrusting a few more times to ride out his orgasm. He rolls back and resumes his lying position with me still in his arms. Jaebum didn’t bother to pull out as I feel him starting to soften within me. I rest my head against his chest and he kisses the crown of my head. His calloused fingers soothingly traces patterns into my hot sweaty skin as I pant against his neck. I watch his chest rise and fall in satisfaction before my eyes trailed lower to where both our bodies met. My fingers gently caress his deeper wound where fresh blood started to bubble again at the seams.

“Ah…Jaebum…” I frown at the sight. I could feel him lift his head slightly to see what I was upset over and he just softly chuckles.

“That’s nothing (Y/N).”

“You’re bleeding again,” I groan hugging him tightly.

“It was worth it,” he hums contently closing his eyes. I roll my eyes snuggling into his large warm body. I hum blissfully curling into his side. Just as I was about doze off there was a knock on my door. I groan lifting my head to look at Jaebum.

“Jaebum…” I whine kissing his jaw. He groans turning his head away trying to ignore me.

“It’s your apartment (Y/N),” he sighs rubbing at his closed eyes with the palm of his hand.

I whine childishly butting his cheek with the top of my head. Another knock was heard at the door, “Jaebum!” I whine again and he dramatically groans louder.

Jaebum finally pulls out his member now completely limp. I moan feeling the last few drops of his fluid dribble out. He cups my cheek and plants a chaste kiss on my lips, “You’re lucky that I love you,” he says getting up from the bed in search for his pair of discarded boxers. Without a care he doesn’t bother to find the hilarious oppai shirt and decided to answer the door topless. I giggle contently closing my eyes and snuggling into the warm spot he created earlier.

I hear the door creak open.

And all hell breaks loose.

“What the fuck?!” Two voices boom across the small apartment causing all the confinements to tremor. I sit up in a haste and blink trying to register who the other voice belonged to. Once realization hit me I knew I was fucked. In a haste I threw on my pajama top and ran to the door without any pants.

I flew across the living room to be met with Jaebum and Namjoon at each other’s throats. The two males were throwing punches left and right while I screamed for them to stop. But they ignored me as they continued to yell at each other’s faces.

“Why are you here?”

“I should be asking you that!”

“Stay away from (Y/N)!” They both growl like wild animals.

“You fucking stabbed me!” Jaebum yells attempting to uppercut Namjoon in the jaw.

“I thought I fucking stabbed you to death too!” Namjoon yells back with just as much fire.

At that I took a moment to blink.

Wait.

What?

“That’s enough!” I scream on the top of my lungs finally ceasing movements from both males.

“(Y/N), he’s dangerous,” Jaebum warns trying to pull me back but I swat his hand away.

I hug onto Jaebum and pull him behind me and I look up into Namjoon’s eyes.

“You stabbed my boyfriend? What the fuck oppa!” I cry throwing my fists at the taller male.

Namjoon takes a deep intake of air and pushes his dyed blonde hair back and contorts his face into the scariest scowl I’ve ever seen in all my years of knowing him, but it wasn’t directed to me.

“Oppa?”

“Boyfriend?”

I blink up at Jaebum who held Namjoon’s glare. My throat suddenly felt dry.

“Jaebum, that’s my brother.”

At that moment I realized that Jaebum might not be the only gang leader I know.

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