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BTS MAFIA REACTIONS TO YOU LEAVING THEM

(Yandere hyung edition)

Warnings: YANDERE CONTENT, SLIGHT SMUT, MENTIONS OF MAKING OUT, GUN, WEAPON, INJURY, BETRAYAL, HUMILIATION, KISSING, PROFANITY, UNHEALTHY OBSESSION.

Enjoy ♡

𝕵𝖎𝖓 ❗

• He was away on an emergency mission.

• He initially had taken you hostage because you were the enemy mafia leader's daughter.

• He would normally kill his hostages if the demands were not fulfilled.

• That would've been your fate as well.

• But he saw a hint of madness in your eyes while your hands were tied at your back in the chair.

• He was amused with the show you were putting on.

• When he lowered his head to look at you at eye-to-eye level, you spat on him out of spite.

• He chuckled while wiping the spit off his face with a handkerchief.

• He grabbed your hair and made you look up.

• While he scanned your face in rage, you looked at him fiercely.

• He smirked and released your hair.

• For a moment he felt enchanted by you, something strange stirred inside him.

• "Give her nice clothes and send her to my room tonight before I come back." He ordered his men.

• Right now it was dark and you were running away in your bare feet when you got the chance to secretly escape.

• When you took a turn inside the jungle, your eyes went wide at the people standing in front of you with Jin in the center with his arms folded.

• "Dear oh dear! You really ran fast like a deer." He said mockingly with a cocked eyebrow.

• You gulped and turned to another side but there were already men present.

• You were totally surrounded.

• But you were not willing to give up just yet until-

• "Please go to him my daughter!" You heard your father's crying voice.

• You turned back to look at Jin where your father was dragged out by his men from his behind.

• Your eyes stung with tears, you hoped so eagerly to see your father, to see him come to your rescue.

• You even went lengths to escape just to unite with him.

• But now your father told you to stay with them! Your father, among everyone else??

• Your felt a lump in your throat and suddenly you remembered the words Jin had whispered in your ears, "No one cares for you baby, not even your father. The only person who'd care for you is me darling."

𝖄𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖎 ❗

• You were working under the black X mafia gang as their armorer.

• Recently Yoongi has been keeping you close to him than other weapon handlers- way too close actually.

• So close that when your gang would return after completing the tasks, he would reward you by being intimate with you.

• Did you like it? Yeah he was good at it but still, you didn’t like him touching you that way or him being possessive.

• Because he was damn possessive, he wouldn't even allow you to leave his room without his consent.

• You were a smart person so you knew that asking for your resignation from him wouldn't end good judging by his obsession with you.

• No! You've had enough of his shenanigans.

• You needed to escape.

• And so you packed your bag with enough weapons and jumped from the wall behind the building.

• Shit! The men noticed you. You ran with all your might but fucking hell they were really fast.

• You thought of using the gun you had in your pocket.

• But just then they started to fire giving you no time to turn and shoot.

• Fuck! A bullet pierced through your left leg making you scream.

• You started limp-running in pain.

• Suddenly you heard a gun shot, it definitely killed a person but neither were you the receiver nor were you the shooter. The firing had stopped.

• A voice boom throughout the open area, "FUCKING DROP YOUR GUNS ASSHOLES!"

• You knew that voice very well. It was him.

• You tried to increase your pace as you felt someone was getting closer to you.

• A hand grabbed your arm and you flinched in fright.

• "Baby were you really running away? Tell me you weren't, right?" He said in worried a tone and hugged you.

• In his hug he felt something cold touch his chest.

• It was a gun.

• You had a gun placed on his chest.

He broke the hug and looked at the gun then at you.

• "Yoongi let me go or I will shoot you." You said as your eyes reddened.

• He chuckled as he tilted his head. "My little bird has grown up so much." He kissed you on the forehead and you thrusted the gun deeper in his chest.

• He said, "No need to put up a bold front baby, I know you love me too otherwise I would've been dead by now with the gun in your hand."

• You wanted to scoff in his face.

• But before you could press the trigger, he carotid slapped in your neck making you lose your conscience in an instant.

• You fell in his arms and he carried you up like a bride.

• He whispered, "Too bad I can't punish you tonight because of your leg baby, that bastard died for good."

𝕳𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖔𝖐❗

• At first you and him only shared the relationship of a sugar daddy and a sugar baby.

• It was good, he was getting relieved from stress by your acquaintance while you were getting relived by paying your bills from his money.

• This went for quite a time until you saw his true identity as a mafia.

• Ever since you saw him shoot guns and saw his men getting shot by others outside the hotel you both would make out in, that scene had traumatized you.

• Were you associating yourself with a criminal? No no no that can't happen.

• You were just a college student trying to survive every day somehow.

• You never imagined you would be making out with someone who kills people.

• What if he kills you too someday if he was done using you?

• You shook your head at the thought.. no, you needed to cut ties with him asap.

• And so you did, you changed your number and even moved to another place. Moving would have taken a toll on you but thanks to Hoseok's money, you didn't find moving a pain in the ass this time.

• You remember telling him about your address and nothing else because when he asked more about you, you had refused saying he should share his information as well.

• It was a give and take of information. But he never gave by saying, "I'll tell you when the time comes, I will even take you there someday."

• You were thankful to your past self for not egging him more for knowing much about him because you would have needed to change your university too if he knew.

• But to your horror when you exited your university to go to your car parked in the underground parking lot, he was standing in front of your car, the car you had bought from his money.

• Your face grew pale.

• He tsked, "Baby I gave a better car as your birthday gift, why are you driving this?" He looked at the car with a sour expression.

• Yeah the car he had gifted you was much more expensive and flashy but you couldn't be stupid enough to drive it around.

• What if he had installed GPS in that? You could have been easily tracked down.

• You clutched the straps of your bag tightly. "I have nothing to do with you. Please leave." You said with all of your will power.

• He chuckled, "I didn't come here to leave babygirl, though we are leaving together. Remember the day I had told you that when time comes I'll take you to my place? Today's the right day for it. Boys!" He grinned as he gestured something with his fingers while he put on a mask.

• And before you could run away, a smoke gas erupted and surrounded you, making you drop to ground unconscious in an instant.

𝕹𝖆𝖒𝖏𝖔𝖔𝖓❗

• You were the top spy in your gang which earned you nice facilities like no one else had.

• Better pay, better stay, better everything. Even better sex, with your gang's leader on top of that.

• You would too engage yourself with Namjoon the best way you could.

• Ugh! He loved you so much, he would do anything for you.

• Whenever you both used to look in each other's eyes during close proximity in the bed, you could see affection overflowing in his eyes while you don't know what sees in yours.

• Because you had no love for him. The only thing you felt was guilt.

• Just like you were feeling it right now as you were leaving from the back of his room by sliding down a rope.

• You were leaving to sell your gang's inside information to your rival gang.

• Actually you have done this several times before but today you were leaving for good.

• When you climbed down successfully and turned to head out, you saw Namjoon standing there casually as if he was waiting for you to show up.

• You started breathing faster out of nervousness as he approached you.

• You blinked and looked at your left to run.

• But Namjoon quickly came and blocked your way with his arms as he trapped you between the wall behind and him at your front.

• "Y/N I can't believe you were going to betray after all that I've done for you." He said with a pathetic expression.

• You gulped, how did he get to know this? You made sure to never let him get the slightest bit of hint.

• Then he leaned closer and spoke, "Y/N, you know right what we do with the bad guys?" He said turning towards your ear and his mint breath tickled the skin of your neck.

• Your lips quivered, "w-we beat the-them to death." With every word you spoke, you felt like your soul was about to abandon your body.

• He smirked and then removed his face and looked at you, his lips mere centimeters away from yours.

• "And what do we do with the traitors?" He asked you, emphasizing on each and every word.

• With his face so close and his aura so threatening, you felt like you were going to black out any second. "We-we maul them t-to death." You spoke with much difficulty.

• He hummed in agreement and then attached his lips with your lips, within the next moment he was devouring your mouth like an animal as if he was hungry for your kiss since ages.

• He grabbed your ass and pulled you up the wall and started lapping at your cunt.

• He said, "But baby you are special to me, I will spare you this time if you obey your master and promise you will never leave again."

• "I-i promise." You bit your tongue to not let out a loud scream as he bit your pussy.

• He smirked, "Good girl."

• Oh well, he knew you were betraying him all the way long, so he kept feeding you with information which was actually not true. He would share you his false plans while he slept next to you, knowing that you were going to tell all of that bullshit to the rival gang.

• When you were busy having pleasure with him, he was busy inserting micro audio devices in your intimate parts, so whenever you had the conversation with the rivals, he could crystal clearly hear you and their plans.

• Thus technically the one you were betraying was not him but them. But today he couldn't let you go since you would be leaving him forever. He would never let that happen.

• Never.

Yeah big mouth watchers ik u have caught on the dialogue in namjoon's part haha!

Tysm for reading ♡

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mirahuyooo · 1 year

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A Green-Eyed Devil [pt 2] | mafia!bts reaction

[Mafia!BTS Getting Jealous] — Hyung Line

— you suppose even a man like him isn’t safe from the clutches of envy

In which, your boyfriend, in spite of who he is, lets the green-eyed devil on his shoulder get the best of him.

Word Count: 2,733 Content/s: established relationship rawr, fluff, drama, angst, jealousy jealousy, red flags, possessive behavior, subtle gaslighting??, guns and thoughts of murder (mafia shit), suggestive themes lmao (spicier than the last one ayee), Mafia AU

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A/N: I finally got around to finishing this!! I was feeling too soft to write the angst that my best friend encouraged me to write lmao buT i did decide to write this one mostly on their POV than (Y/N)s so there’d be more emphasis on their jealousy ASJSJSJ hope y’all enjoyed!

KIM SEOKJIN

Kim Seokjin liked to think himself to be above jealousy, this you could tell well with his aura alone. Seokjin exudes confidence—he is confidence personified himself. He had money, power, and a beautiful woman by his side, he told you once, what else would he be jealous of?

His former classmate, it would seem.

Seokjin watched as you and Lee Hanjae talked—you laughing weakly at something he said in spite of your condition as the doctor checked your vitals. The sight of it makes his blood boil, not that he'd ever admit that out loud.

This is all my fault.

It had been around a few days ago, when, during a party, your drink had been laced with something that led to you being rushed to the hospital and confined to this nice yet still dull hospital room. It had been one of the only times Seokjin found himself losing composure—his heartbeat ran wildly, he couldn't breathe, and his nerves couldn't quite settle the same. Fear. For the first time in years, Kim Seokjin felt fear.

Seokjin supposes this is also his fault—you becoming close with his former classmate, while he spent hours, occupied with barking orders at his men to track down the culprits responsible for your situation. Still, that doesn't mean he'll back down without a fight.

Ever the proud man, Seokjin marches into the room, posture straight and head held high as he levels the doctor with a cold stare. His anger comes in waves that can never topple the man down, and he knows it well, because he's the one drowning in it instead.

Lee Hanjae is a good man, if Kim Seokjin must bitterly admit it—among the top of the class, approachable and good-natured, and an accomplished doctor in his field. Most compellingly, he doesn't land his girlfriends in the hospital.

"Everything seems to be going well for you, (Y/N)," Dr. Lee smiles at you and your boyfriend assuredly, still unaware of the stiff tension in the air. "You'll be out of here in no time."

"Tha—"

"Thank you, Hanjae."

Seokjin's curt tone cutting you off hadn't been meant to be rude to you, simply a by-product of his conflicting emotions. With only a tight-lipped smile from you, Dr. Lee leaves your room, leaving you with your boyfriend, whom you've finally had the chance to look at properly since you were admitted here. Seokjin imagines what he must look like—dark circles marring his features, accompanied with furrowed brows and a frown. A handsome yet pathetic sight.

You wordlessly pat at a space on your bed, Seokjin obliging to sit beside you. "That was rude," you half-heartedly chide, lightly smacking his thigh as you look at him expectantly, an eyebrow raised.

Before you, Seokjin's silent and deep in thought, guilt diving into the sea of his conflicting emotions. He knows the name of the monster in the depths of his despair, but he doesn't dare say it—it doesn't dare speak of how much of a failure he feels, or how unnecessary his envy is.

"Talk to me, Jinnie," your soft voice makes Seokjin curse himself as he feels himself nearly buckling. He's part of a mafia for fuck's sake!

"Do you ever regret being involved with me?"

Your eyebrows raise at his words, a sliver of his troubled thoughts finally coming to light and revealing themselves to you. Seokjin can't find it in himself to look into your eyes, his anxious brain telling him to pack it up and leave. It's over. She hates y—

"It's difficult," you admit, placing your hand atop his to give it a squeeze. "But I'm in too deep to ever try and unlove you."

Such words pull Seokjin out of the troubled sea of fury drowning him. He leans close to press a kiss onto your forehead, heart much less heavier than before. "I love you, too, jagi."

You agreeably hum before him, giving him a bright smile he couldn't help but mirror. "Good," you say. "There was no need to get jealous. Hanjae was just telling me about your college days."

Seokjin paled at what kind of embarrassment his classmate might have told you of, but he stubbornly tried to save face. "Jealous?" he hilariously scoffs, "when?"

MIN YOONGI

It was around an hour past midnight that Min Yoongi finally came home. "Is she asleep?" he sighs to himself as he walks into his penthouse to see your curled up figure on the couch—most likely having waited for him to come home.

This is his fault, really.

No, it's some stupid druglord's fault, actually. If that bastard was still alive, Min Yoongi would very much like to empty an entire clip into his body for this.

"Yes, sir."

Caught off guard, Yoongi immediately reaches for the gun concealed at his waist and points it at the source of the voice, only to see a shocked rookie with his hands up in surrender. "It's just me, sir!" the young man quickly tells his boss, ducking away from the gun’s range. "Just me!"

Choi Yeonjun.

He's a runaway from too many failed foster care arrangements and got involved with the underground fairly young as a way to survive. He's young, spry, and outgoing outside of missions and assignments—quite promising, if Yoongi must admit, which was why he approved of assigning him as one of your bodyguards.

"God damn it, Choi," Yoongi hissed, securing his gun away. "Keep your voice down."

The young man obediently nods as Yoongi looks him over. "What are you doing here anyways?" he begrudgingly asked, a brow raised as he knows the penthouse is secure enough without a bodyguard being within the home itself.

"Miss (Y/N) said to help myself to some dinner before I go," Yeonjun shyly confesses with an awkward cough as he nodded his head to the kitchen where he had just come from.

Yoongi's eyes flit towards the kitchen where a pot lay waiting at the stove. Another missed dinner, he curses in his mind, shaking his head as his mood worsens at yet another poisonous thought.

It's rather ridiculous, he knows, but the thought of you warmly inviting the young man to help himself to the stew you made makes Yoongi frown. In spite of being a man of reason, Yoongi is also a vehement lover—greedy for every ounce of your affection, and in spite of the restraints he binds himself with, he can't help but be spiteful of the work that took him from you for days.

The case of having to deal with the druglord and his mess, has deprived Yoongi of your home-cooked meals, hugs, and kisses. He knows he has the terrible case of jealousy—an ugly, terrible thing that he always once thought was beneath him, which was absolutely worsened by the fact that you've always had some sort of fondness for the rookie. It's a sisterly love, he could tell, but that doesn't stop the green-eyed demon to give an outcry of "what ifs" and urge him to remove the unknowing Yeonjun from his post.

Enough of this. I've already been away for far too long.

"Nevermind," he sighs in defeat, not wanting to spend any more of his energy on either his useless thoughts or Yeonjun. "You're dismissed."

With that, the young man bows and takes his leave.

Silence reigns within the penthouse with nothing but the faint padding of his shoes to fill it as he leans over the sofa to look at you. Yoongi smiles softly upon realizing that you were wearing one of his sweaters.

In the midst of carrying you to the bedroom, however, you began to stir, making Yoongi stop for a moment. "Yoongs?" you slur in deep drowsiness, eyes squinting and trying to make sense of his silhouette in the dim lighting.

A kiss on your forehead satiates the both of you in that moment. "Right here, jagi."

The delight on your face is instant, snuggling into his neck as you wound your arms around him. Jealousy becomes a short-lived monster retreating back into the depths.

As expected, it's ridiculous.

JUNG HOSEOK

Jung Hoseok wouldn't exactly call it jealousy, per se. Envy means to covet for what others have, but you're already his, just as much as he's yours. What damnation would this sickly green feeling fall under then? He isn't quite sure himself.

It started with a fight, see—something he couldn't care less about at the moment when you're sitting at the bar across the room with a man that's not him.

He knows you're trying to make a point—you and your silent treatment. The both of you were stubborn in your own ways when in a conflict, but yours happens to be ignoring his existence until he gives in. Usually, this is easily resolved at home, and yet here you two were at a gala, traces of your contempt and tension over the argument still in the air.

I should've cancelled.

"I don't think it's that bad of a deal, Junsu, but…"

Your voice drifts into silence, your eyes flitting to Hoseok's figure as he approaches. There's an unmistakable scowl on his lips. The first time he hears your voice again and it's to a fucking lackey of an affiliate like this one—some stranger's name falling from your lips than his.

"Who's this, jagi?" he asks with a tight-lipped grin, standing between you and Joonsoo, whatever his name is. Hoseok does not like your attention on someone else at times like this.

The man, fortunately, knows when to back off, especially from Jung Hoseok himself. Respectfully bowing curtly at you both with an awkward smile. "Kim Junsu, sir," he politely says, "we met last year through Director Park."

Hoseok hums, looking at the young man up and down and recognizing no ill intent. The boy's a pup.

Somehow, he's even more pissed to think that he might've been a more pleasant company than Hoseok first thought. "Can I have a moment, jagi?" your boyfriend turns to you without any further thought, not wasting any more time on the poor lackey.

To Hoseok's absolute delight, you sigh and put your hand into his inviting one.

Hoseok leads you out into the hallway, away from the prying eyes of the people in the ballroom. "I know what you're trying to do, jagi," he drawls as he looms over you. "Don't you think it's time to stop?"

You simply raise your brow at him, eyes daring him even as he backs you against a wall with his hands caging you into position. There's a mix of triumphant knowing in your eyes—the actions you've orchestrated to make him feel this way—and the spark of the anger he saw on you a few days ago.

The sight of it is intrinsically pleasing yet vexing all the same. Speak to me, he almost whines, as one hand of his snakes around your waist. Perhaps he has gone soft after all, wanting nothing more than for you to smile and talk to him again.

You keep your hands on his chest, as if you'd dare to push him off but Hoseok could sense the want somewhere in your eyes. "I'd prefer you giving me silence alone than to resort to this," he growls, his lips that have been longing to be on yours all night finally crashing against yours.

For a moment, the kiss lingers and it makes Hoseok happier than ever. Alas, you push on his chest to pull away, voice somehow fond yet also spiteful that it sends shivers down his spine to finally have it directed to him and no one else. "You're such a jerk," you roll your eyes at him, to which he simply grins.

"Will you forgive this idiot then?" he croons happily now that you've acknowledged him, burying his face into your neck.

"Not until you apologize to Junsu for being rude," you quip, instantly receiving a scowl from your boyfriend at the mention of the man.

Alas, just as he's too stubborn to admit his jealousy, Jung Hoseok was too stubborn to admit his faults.

"Why should I?"

With nothing but a glare from you in response, Jung Hoseok grumbles and sighs, pulling away as the both of you start going back into the ballroom. The mafioso does his best to ready his tongue for the bitter apology he’ll have to make, lest he suffers in your silent fury yet again.

KIM NAMJOON

Namjoon finds it fortunate to have mastered the art of schooling his expressions. There's a polite dimpled smile on his face in spite of the utter fury raging through his veins, and everyone in the room is none-the-wiser until he deems it fitting to show his wrath—including you.

Piercing eyes followed you as you moved across the dancefloor with another man, a son to one of Bangtan’s associates. The look of intrigue and attraction in his eyes didn’t elude the mafioso, very much further souring his mood and faltering his focus in the discussion he was having with the politician he was speaking to. His jaw clenched as he held himself back from glaring or frowning.

Namjoon thought himself to be below being the jealous type that restricts your freedom of choice. Besides, while he wanted to slowly integrate you into his life and show you the ropes of some of his work, the two of you had to attend this gala not together in fear of confirming to his enemies about his weakness for you.

Alas, that also leaves you vulnerable to men who also can’t help but stare at you in the beautiful, form-fitting gown Namjoon bought for you. A part of him knows he can’t blame these men, but they also don’t get to indulge you the way Namjoon can.

Park Seoyoon, who guided you to the catering table after your dance, is an accomplished lawyer fairly detached from his father’s corrupted ways. He speaks with such charm, and makes you laugh in a way that twists Namjoon’s insides—a product of irrational emotions spurring his calm and collected facade.

It was when he caught wind of your fleeting glance, along with a quick, secret smile just for him, that Namjoon finally decided to make a move for his sake. “Sorry to interrupt,” he nearly grits through his teeth, as he reaches you both by the catering table. “May I have this dance?”

Of course, you accept—quite giddily if he must say.

The head of Bangtan then spends the rest of the night orchestrating events to pull Seoyoon away from you—trapping him in a discussion with businessmen, convincing other ladies to circle around the lawyer, and sneaking off with you to a closet for a good half an hour.

It was only a matter of time before you finally told him you wanted to go home. Namjoon hid his satisfaction with a compliant smile then, instructing you to get into the car while he finished off his covert negotiations. The ride was pleasant with you talking about the things you liked in the gala—that is, until you talked about the man himself.

“He said what?” Namjoon tries to remedy his clenched fists and jaw by busying himself with drawing patterns on the back of your hand.

None-the-wiser, you smile and gladly repeat yourself. “He said there’s an auction next month that’ll display these nineteenth century antiques. He’ll send over an invite if we’re interested.”

Namjoon can’t help the eye-roll of irritation he does. “If you’re interested.”

“What?”

Your dumb-founded expression makes him sigh as the car comes to a halt in the driveway. “He doesn’t know we’re together, jagi,” he nearly grumbles as he got out of the car and offered his hand to help you out. “The invite’s for you alone.”

He watches as you try and reconstruct the previous events. “But…”

“He’s a man, jagi,” he grunts, the two of you walking towards the house, “and you’re a beautiful woman.”

There’s a blush that spreads across your cheeks, but it’s replaced with an enlighted grin. "Oh my god," you gasped like you heard the juiciest gossip in town, stopping at the porch as you came to a conclusion. "Kim Namjoon, are you jealous?"

Namjoon almost winces at the teasing lilt of your voice. "I don't know what you're talking about, jagi," he feigns a smile yet again, hand coming to the small of your back as he nods his head to the door. "It's getting cold. Shall we get inside?"

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 : @mwitsmejk @dreamamubarak @unknownwalkingobject @bloodline1632

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bangtannies-stories · 1 year

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Could I please request a y!BTS reaction for a reader with arachnophobia?

Yea! I think this request was in my box but I never was able to get to it so I'll do it now!

Arachnophobia: A deep fear (phobia) of spiders.

Namjoon

- You were sitting inside one day reading a book when all of a sudden you saw a spider crawling on the couch.

- Since you had a phobia, you'd scream for Namjoon to come kill it.

- Namjoon couldn't understand why you'd interrupt him during his meeting, until you ran to him crying.

- As you were going on about the spider, there were gears turning in Namjoon's head.

- Sure, of course he'd kill it, anything for his Queen.

- But now, you'll start noticing them more often, constantly having Namjoon on your side so you wouldn't go near them.

- Who knew he could find a small thing like that to push you into his arms?

Jin

- As you cleaned the bathroom, your punishment for getting messy with your paints, you noticed a spider behind the toilet.

- Screaming, you ran into the other room where Jin was reading his paper.

- When he inquired about what your fussing was about, you explained there was a spider in the bathroom.

- Jin laughed, but saw an opportunity. Of course his weak housewife is scared of an arachnid.

- He killed the spider, but it never left his head how dependant you were on him.

- Maybe he could use this as some sort of punishment in the future.

Yoongi

- You were cuddled up to Yoongi on the couch when you saw a spider crawling on the ceiling.

- Screaming, you ran across the room to which Yoongi scoffed at you.

- You told him that you were deeply afraid of spiders and them hurting you, but he just laughed at it as you walked into the other room.

- However, what you didn't notice was him killing spiders left and right everywhere he found them just so you wouldn't be afraid.

- Sometimes if you get bratty he might even use this as a way to keep you inside... Because there are so many spiders outside.

Hoseok

- honestly it's hard to tell what he'd do as even though he's a murderous psychopath, he too has a phobia of spiders.

- I think in this instance, mister murder man Hobi would put on his big boy pants, as you were never really supposed to see him afraid of anything, even spiders.

- He wouldn't taunt you with the spiders or anything either, because he'd be taking himself down as well.

Jimin

- in this case, Minnie is well aware of your massive fear of spiders.

- So, why not use it to his advantage, right?

- You were planning on going over to your parents' place for lunch when Jimin came into the room.

- He explained that the apartment where your parents lived had been having many reports of spiders lately.

- Out of paranoia, you hid and refused to go see them.

- Jimin was of course glad to let them know that you wouldn't be able to make it. Who knew a little white lie could be so powerful?

Taehyung

- Tae liked that you had a fear of spiders. Any fear to him was one more thing he was able to use to have power over you with.

- It was kind of like a big game to him in a way.

- He'd be sitting there watching television and all of a sudden he'd see you run into the room in frightful tears.

- He'd make you beg for his help to kill the spider, forcing you to tell him you needed him.

- Of course no matter what he'd kill it, but he wanted to hear you beg.

- Because where's the fun if you're not reassuring him that he's in charge?

Jungkook

- This cocky, evil man would use your fear against you whenever possible.

- He'd wait for you to fall into a trap, to mess up at the perfect moment.

- And when you'd expect him to punish you he'd drug you.

- When you wake up, you're on a table, tied to it as the floor is swarmed with spiders.

- Of course he'd put in harmless ones, but this man would be watching you from the cameras.

- He loved when you cried and begged for him to get you out. Begging by saying you'd never disobey him again.

- Which would never happen because no matter how much you tried, he'd make sure you slipped along the way.

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stylesluxx · 2 years

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he has a day off – mafia!bts

[warnings: there’s the tiniest bit of angst but it’s mostly fluff]

summary: in which y/n’s man spends the day with her

word count: 3,086

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kim seokjin

"Okay, okay, so I know you said 'Y/N don't do anything crazy. I just wanna relax and spend time with you. Blah blah,'" You playfully mimicked your boyfriend.

You both stood in the master bathroom, but you were behind Jin, on your tippy toes so you could cover his eyes.

It was so hard for you to keep this a secret for the last two days. But when Jin said he was forcing himself to take a day off, you knew you had to do something special for him. When you were on your lunch breaks at work and when you got home, all you did was plan for this day.

"That is not how I sound."

"Baby, that's not the point. The point is we're going to relax together but in the best way possible!" Quickly you removed your hands from his eyes and wrapped your arms around his waist. "We're having a spa day! Starting with a nice relaxing bath; I even turned the jets on!"

His silence made you worry and you took a step back so you could move in front of him and look directly into his eyes.

"Y/N-"

"You don't like it?"

"No, Princess, I love it," He smiled and pulled you into a warm hug.

You let out a sigh of relief and hugged him back. "Let's get in before the bubbles go away. That's the best part." You were both quick the strip down and Jin got in the tub first so he could help you in. "Ahhh it's so hot," You quietly moaned out.

Jin leaned against the wall of the tub and your back rested against his chest. He often pecked the top of your head subconsciously; he was just so enamored by you and all that you did for him.

"I love you, too, Jinnie," You giggled in response to his multitude of kisses.

"I know. You do so much for me and I'm just so grateful for you," He hummed and held you tighter in his arms.

"You deserve it. You work so hard and you take care of me, and the boys, and your family. We all love you so much. And I have so much planned for us today."

"Oh really?" He chuckled. "Tell me all about it."

You quickly sat up and turned your body so you could look directly at him.

"Okay," You took a deep breath and grabbed his hands before you started to ramble. "So I don't know if you can smell it but your favorite breakfast is being made. I hired a chef to come make us breakfast and lunch. So we'll eat after this, get massages and facials in the living room. It's crazy that the living room is that big that the massage tables can be set up in there-"

"Okay, you don't have to continue. I see I have a full day ahead of me."

"Nope, there's more." You kept going, "after that, we'll shower, have lunch, and then we can take a nap. But we have to get ready for dinner. It'll be us, the boys, and your parents. I'm so excited!"

Jin laughed and pecked your lips gently, making your body grow hot. With just a simple kiss he was able to make you blush. At this rate, it feels like you'll have butterflies for the rest of your life with him.

"Thank you, Princess."

"And don't worry about security-"

"I'm not," He shook his head. "I'm sure you covered all of our bases. You're the best, Y/N."

You smiled and pulled his body against yours so you could hug him. "You deserve it, Jinnie."

min yoongi

The bed was still warm when you woke up and Yoongi's arms were still wrapped around your waist.

Yoongi sleeping in gave you hope that you two could have breakfast together. As small as it was, it was something you dreamed about for the last couple of weeks since your boyfriend was always so busy.

"Good morning."

He had probably woken up just a little bit before you. You could hear the husky tiredness in his voice, something that was so rare for you to hear these days.

"Hey," You smiled and turned to face him. "What are you still doing here?"

"What? Not happy to see me?" He smirked before kissing your forehead.

"I'm always happy to see you, Min Yoongi."

"I took the day off so I could spend it with my favorite girl."

You cooed as your felt your insides melt at his words. It made you beyond happy to hear that he was taking the day to spend time with you.

"Okay, let's have breakfast."

Yoongi stood behind you, one hand on your waist and his head resting against his shoulder. He hummed along to Joy by Blackstreet as you flipped over the pancakes you were making.

Being in Yoongi's arms brought you a peace you'd never felt before. His job was dangerous but it felt like everything would be okay as long as he held you and placed soft kisses along your neck.

His hips started swaying to the beat, taking yours along.

"What made you wanna stay home?" You asked him and set the finished pancakes on a plate.

You felt him shrug and pull away from your body so he could grab syrup and butter. He remained silent as he set up the table and you turned off the stove.

"Yoongs?"

"Yeah Babe?"

"You okay? What's going on?"

He stayed still at the end of the kitchen table giving you a chance to walk over to him and place a gentle hand on his back.

"You deserve someone that can stay home with you all of the time," He sighed and leaned back into your touch.

"I deserve you, Yoongi and you deserve me."

He shook his head making you frown and take his hand into yours.

"I just want to spend time with you, Y/N, let's not look too far into it."

You let out a sigh, willing to compromise so you could enjoy your day together.

But you knew you weren't going to let this go and so did your boyfriend.

You grabbed Yoongi's plate of pancakes off of the counter and held them out for him to take.

"I love you, Yoongi, let's eat."

jung hoseok

If Hoseok wasn't in the business he was in, you're sure he would've been someone's stylist. Spending his free day in the mall with you by his side was proof of that.

Hoseok loved clothes and he loved dressing you up like a doll. He claimed in another life he was a fashion designer and you were his muse that kept giving.

It was kind of romantic.

But walking around with bodyguards is anything but romantic or relaxing. On one of your few days alone with your boyfriend, it was the two of you and four babysitters that were horrible at being inconspicuous.

Your fingernails kept finding their way between your teeth because of how anxious the men were making you. You're sure they're nice guys and all but the constant surveillance was making you more paranoid than you already were.

How likely was it that one of Bangtan's rivals was going to pop up at the mall and snatch Hoseok away from you? Did you really need these men here as reminders of the danger you were always in?

"Take your fingers out of your mouth, Love, they're dirty," Hoseok scolded you as he took hand sanitizer out of his bag to put on your hands.

"Hobi, can we just go home?" You quietly asked while rubbing the sanitizer into your hands.

"What? How come?" He stopped walking and looked around before pulling you over to a hallway to lead to the bathrooms. "What's the matter, Love?"

"I'm just tired and wanna go home. We shopped enough to last us a lifetime."

He gave you a look but knew you weren't going to elaborate anymore. At least not while you were uncomfortable.

The car ride home was quiet besides the radio playing but you were much more at ease.

Hoseok hand rested on your thigh and you rested a hand on top of his, sometimes taking a finger and gripping it gently.

"Why were you anxious?"

You frowned and quickly denied his accusation. "I wasn’t anxious, Hobi."

"You were biting your nails. Something was bothering you."

You turned from the window and looked over at your boyfriend with some form of admiration.

He knew you so well and despite what happened at the mall, you were amazing at his ability to read you.

"Oh there go your lovey eyes," He teased and squeezed your thigh causing you to giggle.

"I just love you, Hoseokie."

"And I love you, too. So you have to tell me what's the matter so I can fix it."

"There's nothing to fix," You sighed and turned back toward the window. "Well, it's nothing you're going to change."

"Just tell me what it is and I'll see if we can compromise."

You sighed again and played with the hangnail on your pinkie.

"Y/N..."

"Hoseok..."

It wasn't long before he pulled into the parking garage of your apartment building.

You knew Hoseok wasn't going to let this go but you also felt like he wasn't going to change the security detail that followed him everywhere.

Hoseok's best guards carried your things inside the apartment like butlers and checked around the apartment to make sure nobody broke in.

You fidgeted the whole time they were there. You couldn't focus on the show you were watching because you could hear them shuffling around the apartment. Your legs kept bouncing because you were trying not to bite your nails. You were sitting on the couch, your hands under your butt until they finished their search and left.

"The guards make you nervous?" Hoseok asked from the kitchen.

He sat at the island drinking a glass of water as soon as you both got home. You didn't realize he was watching you the whole time.

He noticed that the second the men walked out the door, your leg slowly stopped bouncing and you were able to use your hands.

"No," You quickly denied.

"You know I can't go anywhere without them."

"You think I don't know that?"

He didn't flinch at your snappiness, he was expecting it, but that didn't mean it felt good.

He slowly walked over to the couch and sat next to you, pulling you into his arms. He didn't want to move too suddenly and cause you to get anxious again.

"I'm sorry, Hobi."

"I'm sorry, too."

kim namjoon

It was just the two of you (and security) in the art museum. Namjoon bought it out for the day allowing you both as much relaxation as possible.

When you walked into a new room, you'd walk to one side, Namjoon would walk to the other and at one point you'd meet in the middle.

Namjoon would take your hand in his, sometimes squeezing it or pulling it up to his mouth to kiss. No matter what you'd become a hot mess that melted into his hold. You never wanted to be away from him but eventually, you'd pull away to explore the rest of the room without him.

As you moved on to the next room you'll talk about which piece of art was your favorite from the previous room. Namjoon would offer to buy it from the museum but you always declined.

"It'll give us another reason to come back. Maybe bring Tae or something. He likes this type of stuff."

"Oh, so you want us to babysit on the next visit?" He teased and smirked at you. Once his dimple appeared you softly poked it and made a "boop" noise.

When you arrived back home, you handed the guards the to-go plates you got from the restaurant. You bid them goodnight before going to wash up, leaving Namjoon to talk to them.

Namjoon was quick to dismiss them and find his way to you.

You were brushing your teeth when he came behind you and snaked his arms around your waist.

"How was your day Lovebug?" He asked and placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

You giggled and leaned back into his chest. "It was good. I think our best date yet. Reminded me of college."

"We can go to a different museum in a couple of weeks. I'll have to set it up."

"I'd love that."

"Oh and stop being nice to the guards. I think they're falling in love with you or something."

You looked at him through the mirror and saw his face scrunch up in disgust, making you giggle. "You know I'm yours. And I need to be nice to them, they put their lives on the line to keep us safe. So make sure you're nice to them too, Joonie."

"Me? Nice? Do you know who I am?" He playfully asked and nipped at your earlobes.

"You're my Joonbug, the sweetest man on the planet."

park jimin

"Minie, it's my turn to pick."

"No, it's my turn. Remember you said if we watch Annie, I could pick the movies for the rest of the day?"

"Ugh, I don't know why I said that," You groaned and shook your head in shame.

Jimin laughed and pat your thigh in an attempt to console you. "It's okay, Lover. Since I'm your generous and oh-so-merciful boyfriend, I'll allow you to pick the movie after this one."

"Oh Park Jimin, how will I ever repay you?"

"Could use some more popcorn," He shrugged and shook the empty popcorn bowl in your direction.

"Anything for you, Minie."

You were quick to make more popcorn and fill up glasses of juice for you two to drink.

"Next movie day we should definitely get something other than popcorn."

"Agreed."

You spent the day wrapped in Jimin's arms, begging him not to put on any scary movies unless it was Halloween series.

The thing is, Jimin didn't even like scary movies all that much, he just liked teasing you and the kisses he got when you were begging him not to play the movie. He'd never actually put the movie on; he wouldn't dare make his Lover uncomfortable even though you'd probably cuddle into his chest if he did.

At some point, you'll catch on to his little trick but until then he'll be drowning in your kisses.

kim taehyung

When you woke up the bed was empty and you had assumed Taehyung was at work and would call you when he got a chance.

You got ready for the day, putting on some comfortable shorts and a tank top so you could sit outside in the hammock Tae set up for you the night before.

"Tannie, come outside with Mom," You hummed and grabbed your book off of the bookshelf in the living room.

Yeontan was way ahead of you, waiting at the screen door for you. Once you opened the door for him he ran off into the yard. It used to worry you when he just ran off due to his condition but after observing him for a while, he seemed to know his limits.

You applied some sunscreen on your body and then carefully got into the hammock.

You had gotten through a couple of chapters of your book when you heard the door slide open and then closed.

"Hey, I thought you were working," You smiled as you saw Tae walk over to you (and Tannie who was napping under your hammock).

"No, I went to go grab groceries. The lines were long and the traffic was so bad. Took me forever to get back to you," He explained and leaned down to peck your nose.

"So you've got the day off?"

"Mhm," He nodded and carefully got into the hammock with you. "What do you usually do on your days off?"

"Me and Tannie usually sit around and read books, try not to miss you too much. Eventually, we make dinner for you and greet you once you come in."

"Well don't let me mess up your routine. Why don't you read to me?"

You nodded and opened your book, starting where you left off.

After a while Tae began to doze off, using your chest as a pillow. You stopped reading aloud and gently ran your fingers through his hair, pushing him further into a deep sleep.

"Need to spend more days off like this," He mumbled.

"Maybe you can read to me next time."

"Okay."

jeon jungkook

"Kookie, you're still here!" You gasped as you walked into your boyfriend's gaming room.

When you woke up you heard noises coming from the room, so you entered the room you usually stay out of. You knew this was Jungkook's haven and didn't want to intrude but you could've sworn he had some mission to go on today.

"Morning Lovey. Did I wake you?" He asked, keeping his big eyes on the screen. He pushed back his gaming chair and opened his arms so you could sit on his lap.

Without hesitation, you sat on Jungkook's lap and pecked his cheek. "No, but I heard a noise and got curious. Who's on the headset?"

"Tae, Jin, and Yoongi. They're mostly arguing, I'm mostly playing."

"Thought you had a thing to do today?" You asked once you knew you were in the clear to talk about his line of work.

"I got Jimin to do it. I owe him one."

You watched his fingers move all over the keyboard as he played whatever game, making your head spin.

"Is this Fortnite?" You asked innocently and looked down at him.

His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips sat in a pout, clearly trying to focus.

"Y/N what?" You could hear Taehyung, clearly appalled, from Jungkook's headset.

"What? It's not?

"Ignore him, Lovey."

You nodded and went back to watching Jungkook play. You were completely enamored by his focus and the seriousness in his voice while leading his group to victory time and time again.

After another win, he pushed back his gaming chair again and spun around as you cheered and kissed all over his face.

"You're so cool, Kookie," You cooed before giving his lips multiple pecks.

"Thank you, baby," He muttered against your lips. "Want me to teach you?"

"Mhm!" You eagerly nodded. "Wanna be cool, just like you."

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sinnertae · 2 years

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Mafia!Taehyung - Regret

Note: A bit angsty, let me know what you think.

Part 1 -> Unavailable

He tilted his head back, resting it against the backrest, letting his eyes relax for a second. The radio played quietly in the background to help him focus on the work but also not to disturb his men that were sleeping in their bunks. The light was dimmed, but numerous silver decorations scattered it throughout the room, and the light color of the walls also helped with making the room brighter.

Few months ago he wouldn't even think about playing music while working or repainting his office, but ever since he met her lots of things have changed. It was almost 2AM, and the station he was listening to was playing some old jazz singles, when suddenly the transmission was interrupted by news.

It's not like he was interested in what's happening in the world, but when the speaker said: Dark Green Chevrolet Impala SS from 1967 his heart stopped beating. Taehyung abruptly raised his head before pushing himself up quickly onto his feet. He went straight for his phone, which was charging on the other end of the room.

7 missed calls from 'Y/N✨️👑'

V did not even for a moment care about the door slamming shut, or the sound waking up everyone else as he ran out. Actually he was not able to hear anything except his hard rumbling in his ears as he made a beeline for his car. Taehyung rode through several red lights ignoring the few angry drivers who were slamming their fists against their horns at such late hours.

He was slowly losing control over his body to the strong, overwhelming emotions that were gradually clouding his mind. His hand was squeezing the wheel tightly, to this point where his knuckles turned white and accompanied by a burning sensation at the tips of his fingers.

He hit the breaks pedal once the blue and red light of the ambulance appeared before him. Wheels squeaked on the wat surface of the road, catching everyone's attention. Taehyung jumped out of the car, leaving the key in the ignition switch behind him.

He noticed a you officer coming his way, but this time he didn't care about the police officers that may cuff him up and send him to jail nor did he care about the gun that was aimed at him few seconds later.

"HANDS IN THE AIR!"

"Where is she?" Taehyung asked calmly.

"ON YOUR KNEES!"

"WHERE IS SHE!?" He yelled, effectively knocking the gun out of the officer's hand. It was not his first time and definitely it won't be the last. He turned the young cop around and wrapped his arm around the office's neck as he pressed his own gun to his head.

"Where is she?" His voice was weak, filled with worry and pain. The adrenaline was slowly disappearing from his system, making him stumble as he pushed the man towards the ambulance.

"She's dead." A new voice said, catching his attention. It was Lieutenant Kang, who was on his case. They have met a few times, most of them were organized by Taehyung himself.

"Put your guns down, boys. Today is not the day where the Tiger gets caught. Today he is just a man."

B A N G T A N S O N Y E O N D A N

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bts-fanfic-sideblog · 1 year

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ok so day 2 of trying to reach the bts fanfic people that followed me last time because i deleted my first account because i’m dumb

small little tidbits about my fic idea that i wrote down on my first account that i’m rewriting here

an as always: chubby!reader

reader’s cat absolutely hates everyone except yoongi because cat solidarity

while taehyung brings them to BTS to figure out what to do, the reader basically waits around in a seating area holding their cat by the armpits and baby talking to them. and since taehyung was the one that brought them in, no one is gonna tell them off

namjoon is the head of the BTS organization (obviously) and makes all the deals and BIG decisions including letting the reader stay

jin is the right hand man that works closer to their “employees” even though namjoon does his best to be friendly with everyone he can

yoongi is the information dude, whatever you need to know he’s on it. he keeps tabs on whatever enemies BTS might have and any plans they make to cut them down

jhope and jimin are basically PR people and try to keep their reputation good, i haven’t decided whether BTS is like a mafia disguised like a business, or just straight up an organized crime syndicate thing

taehyung, like i said in my other post, is the hitman or hired killer. he’s not the only one, but he’s the best they have

jungkook i think is just gonna be some kid that jin vouched for, he doesn’t have a specific role to play, he’s more like a errand boy. i think i’m gonna make him the reader’s first friend and the one who first voted for the reader to stay at BTS’s HQ

since BTS basically has no idea what to do with the reader, they basically just stick them in a room and hope for the best

since the reader is a college student (i haven’t decided the major yet) they ask to keep their school stuff at the BTS base because their professors will not take “i’ve been taken by the mafia” as an excuse because the education system, am i right america

reader literally does not give a shit, at least they don’t have to pay rent anymore

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luvly-bunny · 11 months

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POV: Suga as a mafia boss🤭

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ouchmyheart22 · 2 years

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15.Tell Your Friends - BTS Mafia Au

'She is water: soft enough to offer life, tough enough to drown it away'

The low bay window in his living room was where you’d found him, sleepless and drained, his hair was askew, messy and you had mixed feelings about it.

When you entered, his eyes remained on the streets well below the high rise, where midday traffic eased along and the snow on the patches of grass that separated pedestrians from a maze of tail lights had not yet melted.

A re-run of a sitcom played in the background, you wondered if even heard what was playing. He hadn’t acknowledged you, though you knew he’d heard you step out of his bedroom, even if you were barefoot.

Your feet had faltered as you stepped forward, the soles swapping icy marble for the pristine white rug that lay in his perfect living room. He did not live in this room and you knew that.

'How is he?' you finally asked, unsure of your words.

'He’s fine'

You both knew Hoseok was not fine, but he seemed to spare the gory details.

'He’s in a private hospital in Busan, he’ll be there for the next 48 hours at least ' he continued

It was Christmas week, but there seemed to be little cheer in the air that surrounded you both.

The cigarette smoke bellowed in through the open patio doors, the smoker flicking the ash down onto the city below.

'Can I go see him?' you stuttered, your words just above a whisper.

'Why would you want to see him?' he asked, pressing the cigarette up to his mouth again. His eyes narrowed, barely, so little that you thought you’d imagined it.

'Cause he's my friend' your eyebrows furrowed, confused at how little empathy the man seemed to have.

“You need to focus on what we are trying to do right now” he stated chastely, turned to face you fully now, his hips sliding against the wall, before resting against it.

“I’m not going back to that club” you managed to say, as courage seemed to form in your voice.

“Oh yeah? You’d prefer to go to Taehyungs little palace?”

His lips curved up into a smile as you said nothing. You grit your teeth, fists tightening as you took a strained breath.

“Didn’t think so”

He turned back to looking at the city after this, once again savouring the cigarette smoke. His hand rested on the window sill again, his knuckles were bony and scarred, like carvings on wood.

As you turned to leave he’d spoken again, amusement attached to his tone.

“Not tonight sweetheart, you’re too fucked in the face for anyone to look at you”

It was then that the searing hot pain returned to your grazed knees, cuts from where gravel had serrated your skin. Your face was itchy from the dried blood that had formed on your forehead overnight. You wordlessly left the room, your feet traipsing past the blood stained pillow you had awoken to, towards Min Yoongi’s pristine en-suite.

You almost winced at your reflection.

Your lip was plump and red, and not the type of aesthetic that models promote, as the reddish tinge on your lips was not the product of a lipstick. You pursed them together, tight and uncomfortable to move, coagulated blood lining your bottom lip. Your forehead was similar, although some of the wound was still sticky, the substance oozing from it glossy in fluorescent bathroom light.

There was something twisted about the porcelain tiles beneath your feet. The Mr and Mrs vanity that you stood in between. The spotless mirror which failed to show anything but your flaws. Your dark circles appeared minor against the grazed skin of your right cheek.

Your fingers traipsed over the red raised skin on your cheek, then the large gash on your eyebrow, your lower lip crusty with dry blood. He was behind you in the mirror then, wordless, as always.

You'd heard the patio door slide closed and assumed he would leave, to wherever he planned on going, without you.

Tired eyes stared back into yours. He caught your hand and placed it down by your side.

“They’ll fade” he commented, flicking cigarette ash into the sink before he eventually discarded it;. His eyes met yours, his dark circles prominent from a sleepless night, his skin was tired, chin darkened from where his five o clock shadow had been forgot the night previous and left to develop into stubble.

You’d never really seen him unkept. Even the first night you’d met he was impossibly well dressed and composed, save for bloody knuckles and sweat on his brow.

“You need to clean them” he uttered, softly, as if trying to persuade you

His hand remained on your wrist, even though your own had long since given up tracing the newly formed wounds and soon to be scars on your face.

Tears welled in your eyes, against your will, you couldn’t handle the rejection of Yoongi scoffing, leaving at the sight of you emotional. But he hadn’t moved, his expression was the same.

You wondered if he saw you as the emotional teary eyed girl you always seemed to be around him, or the self righteous brat who he had ended up with.

Sometimes you tried to convince yourself you didn’t care what this man thought of you. But you knew that was a lie.

His grip on your wrist tightened as his other palm caught your shoulder, alerting you to meet his eyes again.

“You’re tougher than you look”

Your silence made him continue.

“When I first met you, I’d have pegged you to cave three weeks in”

His cigarette had been discarded and his thumb rubbed your shoulder.

“Maybe I should have, maybe nobody would have gotten hurt” you commented, refusing to look at him

“Being hurt comes with the job baby”

The way the nickname rolled off his tongue was sinful at least and you didn't like how much it affected you. He was so close, closer than he'd ever been to you before. You were sure if you took even the smallest step back that his body would be flush against you.

You wanted it to be.

You wanted him to wrap you in his arms and tell you everything was fine.

It was the first time you realised that he was trying to comfort you, the best he knew how. Behind closed doors, away from the watchful eye of anyone who knew him.

Cause you didn't really know him.

You weren’t sure he really knew you.

Your eyes finally met his, he had been drawing circles on your wrist with his thumb. It was the most gentle you'd seen him. In presence, demeanour and touch. His head had tilted, barely noticeable as you continued to stare at him, in the mirror. His dress shirt was wrinkled, his pants creased from the indents his limbs had made as he slept.

You both looked tired, as the silence grew between you both, he continued to rub circles on your wrist, the feeling foreign to you, too intimate, especially for him.

He had not mentioned your argument the night prior, neither had you. Though you doubted Yoongi would ever apologise for anything he had said to you, you were never one to leave things unfinished.

His anger had dissolved, entirely, and he looked at you with a softness he had never shown before. The intimate setting was not lost on you, as you stood in a T-shirt you only assumed could be his, his palm flush against your shoulder.

He stared at the skin, eyes low, so you couldn’t dare decipher his thoughts. His finger tips grazed where you’d been shot, the indent of stitches causing undulating sections of scar and skin. You were grateful sometimes to have been shot in your back, as you weren’t forced to stare at the remnants of pain everyday. Not that you didn’t feel the ache. You’d felt it most days since the injury. But it was the reminder that killed you.

It was what killed him. Seungkan.

So when your eyes finally met Yoongis you felt nauseous. Sick for the boy who’d died in the hospital bed a few rooms down from yours, hours after Yoongi had first made his awful proposition.

His grip loosened, as if he knew what you were thinking about.

When you asked him to leave, he simply nodded, releasing your wrist from his loosened grip and his warm palm leaving its place on your shoulder. The silent sobs shook your shoulders even before he had closed the door behind him.

He had waited 30 minutes sitting on the bed, staring at the bathroom door before you eventually heard the click of the bedroom door opening and the exchange of words outside.

When you emerged, Min Yoongi was gone.

Business, his security guard Jimin had mentioned.

You didn't know what that meant, you were sure you never would.

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The first time you saw Hoseok your heart had been ready to break through your chest. You focused on the sensation of your nails digging into your palm as you struggled not to focus too long on any one injury. Biting down hard, your teeth ground together, making for an unpleasant sensation, no less unpleasant than what it felt like looking at him.

His cuts were fresh, the bruises ready to bleed, darker than his eyes, the indentation on his nose hidden by a cast of white surgical gauze. His jacket, half off, was new and black leather and he wore it with pride, a child wearing new shoes. The sling around his arm did not seem to dampen his mood.

Your own blemishes seemed even more minor after seeing his. Nothing Angel could not help you hide with makeup, she had assured you of this earlier that day.

He let his lips stretch apart when he saw you, easing up slowly into a smile that made you feel a little less worried, you held your breath as he spoke, choking down a gag as you saw his eyes.

The pupils larger than usual, exhilarated and ecstatic, Hoseok beamed, red hair tousled, thrown back off his forehead, he blinked three times before he finally said something.

“You look like fucking shit”

With what little self-control you had, you tore your eyes from the patches of blue skin that flooded down the right side of his face like a watercolour painting. He was bruised but beaming.

“That’s just what I wanted to hear” you smiled, for his sake.

Even though you'd spent the last few days pining for information about Hoseok, you felt sickened at the thought of looking at him, really looking at him.

Staring down his body, to account for the limp, and the broken clavicle, and the dislocated shoulder, and not to mention his face, a paint swatch of pain, purple and pursed from where the cuts had begun to tighten.

He seemed to be performing the same procedure on you because neither of you spoke for a minute.

It had been almost a week and he was breathing, and walking, and smiling.

Min Yoongi had not made an appearance that week, you did not ask what caused this, nor were you sure you wanted to know.

“How’s the head?” Hoseok asked, gesturing with his good arm to the small stitches that trailed over your temple.

Your fingers ghosted over the convex bumps that kissed your hairline, they would be taken out tomorrow, that’s what Angel had said.

“Better” you smiled again, only because he was smiling.

He nodded, staring down at you with glazed eyes.

“I’m sorry” you managed to choke out before he could ask you anything else.

Jung Hoseok closed his eyes for a moment, his teeth still on show as his dimples sunk deeper into his cheeks, he shook hair from his eyes before he looked at you again. Really looked at you.

You hadn’t expected him to be so patient.

You hadn’t even expected him to talk to you.

His chest was warm as he ushered you into it, his good hand swung your shoulders, gripping your jacket tightly, he sighed as if tired, which Hoseok always was, his breath had smelled like warm mint.

All you could do was stop yourself from crying, so instead, you clung to his jacket too, and sighed too.

The ability to breathe was intoxicating and warm air had filled your lungs for the first and it didn’t feel undeserved. The wool of his jumper pressed against your cheek was comforting, his warm hand gripping your shoulder was enough to make you sigh again.

“It’s not your fault” he’d commented softly.

You grip on his jacket became tighter as you forced back more apologies.

“Stop apologising”

Though phrased like a demand, it had sounded like a beg, slightly slurred you pushed back slightly to look at him again.

Though his eyes were always dark, in the dimly lit hallway they seemed darker, his pupils having decayed his irises and you watched him grin again, his lips were chapped.

A lump formed in your throat as you inhale again.

It was the first time he did not smell of smoke.

Despite the door being oiled regularly, somehow Seokjin managed to make the wooden squeal as he opened it, letting it bang closed with a satisfying noise.

You felt embarrassed, as your grip loosened on Hoseok's jacket and you stepped away from him, turning to face the men entering.

Seokjin was dressed in a midnight blue suit, a white dress shirt was stark against the uniform like colour. His hair was now black, sculpted perfectly. He smelled of rose and cedar wood, well kept and perfumed.

He did mention Hoseok's arm around your waist, and how it had remained there a few prolonged seconds after everyone had filed in.

He did not mention how your grip had fallen from Hoseok’s jacket, the moment your ears had heard the squeak of the door, as if you were a teenager, caught in their first kiss.

Hoseok nodded at Jin, who nodded back, a loaded exchange.

Seokjin’s three bodyguards, entered the room, their loud boots out of place in the quiet of the private bar.

“How are you both keeping? Any issues with recovery?” Seokjin smiled, his lips popping at the question.

Hoseok waited for you to answer.

“Fine” you managed “Just fine”

Seokjin nodded, softly, the look in his eyes genuine.

“And you Hobi?” The nickname rolling off his tongue so easily.

“Been better” Hoseok grinned, the smile never faltering “Healing up well thanks to Yoongi and Ahn”

Seokjin clapped his hands together, a soft motion, though everything about Seokjin was soft. His eyes, his expressions, his words.

“I’m hopeful that the situation won’t reoccur” Seokjin mentioned “I’ve taken good care of things. Or well, Yoongi has”

You nodded, Hoseok following.

Seokjin took the lull in conversation as an excuse to turn to the glass bar behind him, slender fingers running over the bottles labels.

“A drink for you?” He’d asked, almost to the room, but you’d been unsure if you were meant to answer.

From the little time you’d spent in his presence (and by default, his many bodyguards) he had always been perfectly polite, too polite.

Seokjin had turned, smiling at you and Hoseok.

“Depends on what’s going?” Hoseok asked, a cheeky smile had made your nerves simmer down.

Seokjin chuckled, amused as he spun to face his friend. They were friends after all, despite the fact that Hoseoks rent and bills were paid by the older man.

“I’ve never known you to be fussy” he winked, his eyes flickering to you for a few seconds.

Without Yoongi things had almost felt normal, as Seokjin never seemed to acknowledge that none of this was in fact your choice. The fantasy that surrounded him was appealing, as he had always treated you like a trusted employee, someone to keep happy. Despite knowing your happiness was long since retired, since the moment you’d begun this arrangement. But nevertheless, he was gentle and understanding, at least at face value.

And a self proclaimed miraculous host.

He handed Hoseok a whiskey, Japanese, a very special bottle Seokjin had said.

You had declined a beverage, much to Jin’s disappointment.

“Not even a wine?” He’d pouted, eyebrows raised “I had a few bottles of Merlot brought up from my Summer home”

“I shouldn’t drink” you commented, smiling apologetically “Not on my medication”.

Hoseok had not seem bothered by this comment as he’d already gulped half of his glass.

“A tea perhaps?” Jin had tried, spinning from his place at the bar, hands splayed on the counter.

“No thank you I’m really fi-“

“Soobin” Jin had snapped his fingers, prompting the tallest bodyguard to turn and face him, like a puppy learning a new trick “Have the kitchen bring up a green tea”

Soobin had turned on his heel, leaving the room before you could object.

Seokjin had smiled, although it seemed he hadn’t stopped smiling since he’d entered the room.

You’d thanked him, bowing your head softly.

“What kind of a host would I be if I left a lady without a drink?” He’d questioned, looking around the room, even though nobody would dare answer him.

Hoseok had started to nurse his whiskey, once he’d seen Jin pick up his own drink. His eyes had met yours as Jin turned to the other two guards, mentioning something about Jeju.

Jung Hoseok was as bright as ever, despite his bruising, although he did not mind that either. Nobody would be able to tell if it was an act, definitely not you. You wanted to gush all your thoughts to this man, who had been so patient with you, even if the beginnings of your friendship had been so antagonistic.

“It’s nice to see you both” Seokjin had sighed, genuine as ever, raising his glass slightly, before taking a sip.

“It really is” his eyes flickered from Hoseok’s eyes to yours “I just wish this didn’t happen at such an unfortunate time”.

Seokjin paused, his eyes trained on the carpet, his leg wiggled slightly, as if he was nervous. You knew he didn’t have any reason to be.

“Suho has seen reason” he continued “He’s agreed to a truce, at least until the Spring. Which gives us time to plan for Jeon”

“There hopefully won’t be anymore interruptions” Seokjin finished.

“A truce?” Hoseok asked, confused.

“Yes Hobi” the other man nodded.

“So you’re saying we’re not going to do anything to those fuckers that did this to me” he questioned, eyebrows furrowed, his teeth grinding together as he awaited an answer “To us” he gestured between you two.

Seokjin sighed, his fingers raising to massage his temple.

“We have bigger things to focus on Hoseok”

“Bigger things my ass. Chanyeol is a big enough cunt for us” Hoseok scoffed, his venomous tone making you stare at him, even when Jin replied.

“This isn’t about Chanyeol, Hoseok. Or Suho. Or any of his men” Jin stated, stepping forward, closer to Hoseok.

“It wasn't until they decided to get involved”

“Well I’ve assured their cooperation till we have what we want”

Hoseok sighed, though he didn't appear defeated. His grip on the old fashioned glass clenched so hard you were sure he'd break it.

"We have a lot to discuss" Jin nodded, he paused before continuing, as if waiting for Hoseok's objection. It never came.

"I'll talk to Hoseok alone if you don't mind waiting (Y/N)" Jin had smiled, his open palm gesturing to the velvet couches adorned with silk cushions. You'd seen the vein protruding in his forehead, as Jin turned, heading towards the set of mahogany doors.

Hoseok had begun downing the rest of his whiskey, before setting the glass down on the table next to you. His eyes lowered to your clasped hands, placed on your lap, you'd attempted to appear at ease on the chair. Pretend like you weren't watching his every more. He'd bent down quickly, to place one of his own hands over your loose fist.

"See you on the other side" He'd winked, his tongue poking out from between his white teeth. And as soon as you'd become accustomed to his warm hand, it was gone, as he followed his superior into the office.

You'd left yourself sigh as soon as Soobin had closed the door behind him, the steady rise of steam from the green tea faltering from your exhale. You felt unwelcome, unsure as you sat on the sofa facing the doors.

Even though seeing Hoseok had been a blessing, you couldn't help but let the worry eat away at you. His eyes. His smile. Too big, too buzzed. You were almost disappointed at how well he was doing, as you knew he shouldn't have been. He also shouldn't have been taking that much pain medication but Yoongi's comments had been enough for you to decipher what was happening.

Hoseok had an addictive personality, you'd always known that. He was all or nothing. And right now, he was all Oxycodon.

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First update in about a million years.

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etherealstories88 · 2 years

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Chapter 4 ❤️‍🩹

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yeh-kaali-kaali-ankhein · 11 months

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I am literally done with tumblr being obsessed with jungkook as a mafia boss. I mean I know he's got the looks but I simply can't imagine my baby doing all these elderly things 😭

Also its been a long time since I have been scared of jimin and taehyung while being mafia bosses/mafia boyfriends or husbands.

And the amount of ignorance the hyung line gets is just above my IQ levels. Like how do ff authors not feature them as pant shitting scary mafia bosses. Like I read one ff with yoongi as a mafia leader and I go sleepless for 3 nights 🫣

They are literally zaddies as mafia bosses

Sorry for the rant

Bye 🏃🏼‍♀️

THIS GIF IS ALONE SENDING ME SHIVERS

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kittyscupcakeandbunny · 11 months

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SET ME FREE x MIN YOONGI

[MAFIA AU]

PART ONE

Red Chopsticks

Side Characters: Kim Namjoon/police officer detective, Jeon Jungkook/police officer detective, Jung Hoseok/mafia member and Yoongis right hand.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood, death, robbery, killing, guns, torturing, fire, porn (a lot of it), drugs, cuss words.

Song: Gods and Monsters by Lana del Rey.

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I knew that working as an intern at the police station wasn’t going to be easy. As a young woman i knew that very well. But life wasn’t ever exactly easy for me, when i wasn’t fighting to survive i was planing how to survive tomorrow.

At least i was never bored.

“Another fight against the mafia Min left three police officers in the hospital in critical condition and five dead, the police said that they are taking care of the case right now and so far they can’t disclose any information about the investigation but, everything indicates that the mafia leader Agust d was behind it. We’ll be back after the break…”.

I took a sip of my coffee as i watched the news on the tv in wall of the coffee shop. This Agust d was one of the most wanted criminals in the world, they say he has deals with the Italian and the Japanese mafia. No one knew how he looked like, the only way to know he was behind a crime was looking at the crime scene. He had a way of doing in the most cleanest way. Bodies dropped dead in a blink of an eye and no one would know.

I always wanted to be a police detective just like my father, completely influenced by him but when he passed away i made the promise to take his place and do just as much good to the world as he did. To continue his legacy. Since I was the oldest I had to take care of the house and my younger brother. Who was still in high school.

After completing my training i was assigned to work as an intern at the police station. I’ve been working for almost four months now, it hasn’t been easy since.

Many male seniors looked down on me and tooked me for weak. But that didn’t stop me. It never did in the academy and It won’t here.

I’m gonna do my job and I’ll be the best at it.

Days are work were usually the same, sitting on my desk making documents and delivering documents with criminal information on crime scenes, criminals and people who passed.

I had to make sure every information was in order and ready to be documented and archived in the system.

At lunch break I would seat in the table with the few detectives that saw me as one of them, Namjoon was working on the Agust d case together with Jungkook and his other man, he would always take care of me when he could. As fathers used to know each other and for that reason he’s always been like a big brother for me in the station.

- how’s been work so far y/n? - he asked, a smile showing his dimples making him look even more attractive.

- same old same old - i said, sitting in front of him on the table. - how is the investigation of the Min mafia?

- don’t even tell me about it. The damn Agust d is like a ghost. - he held his chopsticks tighter, a deep look in his eyes showing me how much this case has been burning him, no one wanted to catch that man more than him - But just you wait…. I’m gonna catch him and make him pay for his crimes.

- I’m sure you will - i send him an assuring smile - no one can do that but you.

He replied my smile send a small one back to me, the air around seemed to have lightened up since.

- make sure you document our relatories right y/n - Jungkook the youngest detective said to me in a teasing way. Turning the attention to me.

- you do your job and i do mine - i said - I’ll be better then you once i become a detective.

- she’s coming for you man! - Namjoon teased, getting playful too.

- I’m not scared of girls - Jungkook stated, looking my way.

- well then I’ll make you scared - I said daring. We all just laughed after that.

Lunch time was always pleasant with them, as much as they can’t seem to stop teasing me for being the youngest, it was nice being with them.

After lunch i went back to work finding a new pile of documents with a small yellow note saying to transfer them all to the system. One of the other female workers who was a senior Looked at my way saying the boss requested me to do the documents and send it to him.

I sighed knowing it would take more then hours to complete the work, specially with how slow the system has been lately.

…

Finishing the last paper o looked outside the window at the office. It was night already, half past eleven.

I yawn getting up from the chair, time to clock out. As I walk down the stairs to the front doors of the station, Namjoon comes from the corridor of the left. I smiled at him and he does a little jog to come to me, accompany me as we both exit the building.

I take a deep breath once outside, finally time to go home.

- you need a ride home? - Namjoon offers.

- oh no, thank you though - i declined - I have my own ride home.

- don’t tell me you’re still driving that thing? - he asked incredulously of my ride home.

- hey! Don’t talk like that about my baby - i said. Hitting his arm.

- i swear that motorcycle is a monster… - he said playful.

- no it’s not… - I’m interrupted by my cell phone ringing, my brothers name shining on it. - sorry i gotta go, bye Joonie!

I quickly said by to him as i run to the parking lot, once my motorcycle was in my sight I took the call.

- hey bro what do you-

I couldn’t finished. My voice got stuck in my throat as i heard him sobbing, silent cries.

- they are coming to get me… I’m so sorry big sis…- he cried, I could hear laughs and other voices in the back.

My mind was doing loops. Different scenarios about what he might have gotten himself into that could have gotten him in that situation, i felt the rush in my body and completely lost control of myself. The only family I had was in danger and i just couldn’t breath at the thought of it. How could I not do anything?

Knowing i was just an intern at the police station but i would never turn my back to someone in need. Never.

I’m so stupid.

I moved out of instinct. Getting in the motorcycle. Turning on the GPS of his cellphone so i could track his location, finding out my brother l location was my focus now. Turning the key the loud roar of the motor was flowed through my ears. I checked the GPS once more finding out he was at the wets part of downtown.

My eyes looking incredulously at his location, just what in the world was he doing at one of the most dangerous parts of downtown?

Once I find him I’m going to smash some sense in his head, with my fry pan. Hard.

Driving this late wasn’t so bad, everyone was sleeping and those who weren’t were coming back from work or just going to parties, getting dunk or eating out. It was easier to get there faster, as i drove towards my brothers destination the streets began to slowly turn darker, and i don’t mean light sense.

I was struck by how things went down there. I never came a single kilometer close to this part of the city. Now I know why.

People fighting in the middle of the streets, some drunk men being dragged out of a pub, woman bearly clothed walking around smoking.

I stooped my motorbike to look at the GPS once again, he was close now one street ahead in the next alley. I drove there slower till I was close enough to go there on foot and made my way to the alley.

I couldn’t find words to describe this place, it smelled so bad my head started to hurt. Cigarettes and cheap alcohol, piss in the corners and some people laying on the floor. I didn’t know if they were alive but, i didn’t know if going there to check would be a good thing to do.

I had my own share of trouble to solve now. Once in the alley i felt paralyzed, honestly I didn’t know what to expect from this. I didn’t know what to do. I just knew my brother was i danger and i had to get to him quickly.

Once there i stood in the alley, my heart was weighing on my chest, as i saw three men cornering my brother. Two of them wearing big jackets and while one wore a baseball hat the other a bucket hat he was the one who held my brother against the wall while the other one threw a punch against him. Those disgusting pieces of trash.

- ya!

Anger boiled inside me. Now finally getting their attention. The one who threw the punch turning towards me. He was bald and had a dragon tattoo on his face that follow the side of his head to his left eye.

- there's nothing to see here princess - he said - get out or... we might not let you go.

- no, you leave - i stood my ground - i already called the coops, leave my brother.

They all just laugh, i didn't move an inch through if i wanted to win this I would have to fight. I knew I would.

- you all heard that? She called the cops - he said in a mocking way to the other guys and they all laughed - you must not be from here little girl.... the coops don't come here any more.

- yeah... - the other one who held my brother said, he took his cap off siding with the tattoo guy - Agust D made sure of that.

They looked at each other and chuckled.

- we gotta thank him for that... - the back one said walking towards me - thanks to him we can do whatever we want to little girls like you....

I felt like throwing up.

It wasn’t long before two arms held me from behind, a breath of cigarettes hitting my face. A forth men? I tried to break free from it but the man’s hold was strong.

Bald guy walking towards us a vile smile on his lips as he did so, my mind was completely blank and all i could hear was my heart beating faster in my chest and their laughs as if it was coming from far away.

My eyes desperately searching for my brother finding him laying on the floor, fear boiling on my body. I could only watch.

How useless i was.

- we are gonna have so much fun… - he said grabbing my face and smiling sickly. I was so disgusted and angry at the same time.

Still i spit on his face. For a second it seemed like he didn’t believe it, then he angrily cleaned his face with his hand.

- you bitch! - he was one second from slapping me in the face.

If I’m in hell, might as well shower in flames. I closed my eyes waiting for the blow, but it never came.

- what’s is all this garbage?….

A different voice said this time, before anything could happened, from behind the man in the other end of the alley a man stood there.

I couldn’t make his face as he was too far, he proceeded to light a cigarette and take a blow. Smoke flying above his face as he lets it all out. He was wearing simple clothes, ripped jeans a white shirt and flower shirt over it. Long black hair slick back. He walked slowly towards the commotion, as if this was nothing but exactly what he stated: garbage.

- we don’t need more people here friend… - the man in front of me said, walking towards the new stranger - just keep minding your own business.

- well you see… friend - he said closer now, eyes falling over mine and i noticed the scar on his face. It made him look mad. - i don’t like men hurting woman…

- I don’t give a shit about what you don’t like get the fu- before the man can say even one more word, scar men throws a punch on him, cigarette still between his lips.

He falls on the ground nose bleeding and groaning in pain, scar men takes a second blow lof the cigarette letting the smoke fall out of his lips slowly in the air watching the men on the ground, a smirk on his face.

- I also don’t like poor dirty vocabulary… - he said, throwing the rest of the cigarette on the man.

The two other guys went stray to the scar men, one of them throwing a punch on him but he quickly dogged grabbing the guys arm bringing towards him he punched his ribs then kicked him on the same spot, while this were happening the other one who just watched grabbed a piece of wood and went straight to the scar face men.

It happened so fast, the guy didn’t stood a chance as scar face held the piece of wood and his other hand before he could do anything, a sick laugh coming from scar face lips. He looked as if he was having the most fun but, more then anything like this was nothing to him.

I knew he went hard when i heard the sound of cracking, but it wasn’t from the wood. The painful groan that left the guy mouth was enough to tell me, scar men broke his arm then threw the guy on the floor two with another kick. He stood there pushed his hair back and looked at me, a smirk still on his face.

The forth men that was holding me finally let me go, turning back i only saw him walking fast as if he had nothing to do with this signaling to the other men to get out of there, one after the other they got up from the floor leaving quickly. I don’t know who that men with the scar is but although he helped me and my brother, he doesn’t seem like one to mess with.

As the alley was clear i ran to my brother, checking to see if he was okay. He hugged me as soon as i kneeled beside him.

- why did you come? - he cried on my shoulder - they could’ve hurt you…

- and they hurt you - I told him - how could i not come? Should I have just left your!? You punk.

I helped him up holding him by the waist, I honestly thought the scar men wouldn’t be here anymore. I was surprise to see he was still there looking at me and my brother. Both hands on the pockets of his jeans.

Noticing my look of surprise at him he only side smiled, I couldn’t read his expression.

- it’s still dangerous to be alone at this time… - he said walking to the end of the alley where he came from and towards the street - let’s eat something till things cool down in downtown.

I didn’t question. I didn’t know how things worked at downtown and if he’s from here he knows more then I do. Seeing how my brother was still in pain I thought that would be a good idea, at least until he gets better to go and as the scar men said till thing cold down.

So i follow the him. We walked without saying anything else, the streets of downtown seemed to really be quieting down now . He stopped in front what looked like a noddle restaurant, it looked old with rustic furniture and decor.

He walked around as if he new the place and quickly sat down in one of the tables on the back, i fallowed him sitting in front of him after helping my brother to sit beside me.

And old lady came to our table, she seemed to know scar face as she smiled at him.

- the usual mister Yoongi? - she asked him, he nodded.

- the same for them - he then replied, she looked at me once then my brother the expression on her face showing clearly. Pity.

She quickly went back to prepare the food, i looked at the men in front of me. The scar on his face gave him a fearful look, he had sharp eyes too and moved with so much confidence and control of himself. Nothing around his surrounding seemed to fazed him, he looked indifferent to everything.

He’s from downtown. The part of the city were crime was all over it, the mafia Min had control over it more then the military soldiers. No one could take this area down. They had so much power over it no one from the outside could even imagine what was truly happening here, everyone feared getting even the stlighly close to here.

I tried not to think about it so much as time passed, the food was put in front of us by the old lady. The scar face who’s name the old lady said before was Yoongi took his chopsticks blowing the noddles before eating.

His knuckles had some blood on them, but he just eat as if it wasn’t nothing to him. Are all the people in downtown like this? Born bad? Born with blood in their hands.

Now here i’m right in the middle of it. With this men in front of me who looked like he was some kind of mafia criminal.

- are you in the mafia? - I only realized I said my thoughts out loud when he looked at me.

He stoped mid eating, mouth slightly opened as he hold his chopstick. His eyes locked on mine and he stared at me, it felt cold the more i held eye contact with him. I couldn't decipher what was going on his mind, it made me even more intrigued and for a second it felt like time had stoped, everyone and every thing around us simply didn't exist.

How did I get here? Who was this men?

I couldn't breath. My eyes were glued on his, how could someone like him have this kind of effect on people? I felt a shiver run down my spine as he licked his lips smirking if that was somebody else I’m sure it wouldn’t look as attractive as he made it look and before he took a bite of his food he simply said without breaking eye contact with me.

- no.

Nothing else was said after that.

We all just eat our food. The silence was filled with only dish sounds and food being cooked, some old people talking about sports and how some areas were too dangerous.

I kept checking on my brother to see if was fine, he only eat his food quietly blood dried already on his bottom lip, a bruise on his right eye turning red. I hated the fact i couldn’t protect him. Even after becoming a police officer I couldn’t do anything to protect my only family.

Mat the sudden movement in front of me my eyes turning to Yoongi as he got up from his seat, he grabbed the pair of red chopsticks before looking at me one last time.

- i have something to deal with now - he said - you know that way out, don’t worry about the food… is on me.

Was all he said before turning his back and walking towards the back of the restaurant with the red chopsticks.

What a night.

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Notes: First part is out YES. Sorry for any grammatical mistakes I didn’t edit yet! 🥺💖🤭

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A Green-Eyed Devil [pt 1] | mafia!bts reaction

[Mafia!BTS Getting Jealous] — Maknae Line

— you suppose even a man like him isn’t safe from the clutches of envy

In which, your boyfriend, in spite of who he is, lets the green-eyed devil on his shoulder get the best of him.

Word Count: 2,064 Content/s: established relationship rawr, fluff, drama, angst if you squint, profanity, jealousy jealousy, minimal spiciness hehe, misunderstanding, boys being brats, possessive behavior (toxic af lol), a little wholesome uwu, Mafia AU

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A/N: back at it again with the mafia aus T-T finished with the maknae line in time!~ I hope y’all enjoY! lemme know what you’d like to see next!~

PARK JIMIN

"May I buy you ladies a drink?"

Over the thrumming of music, you and your best friend, Sohyun, stop dancing at the stranger who came along. His smile is polite enough, but you could sense his flirtatious intent.

"No thank you," you say as a part of you couldn't help but laugh.

One of the many luxuries Park Jimin showers you with is free reign in any of his clubs—free drinks, VIP seats, and access at any date and time. It comforts him, he told you once, to know that you and your friends would go out and have fun somewhere he knows is made to be secure for someone like you, who is now entangled in his line of work.

Sohyun very much loves this idea more than you—though she doesn't really know the truth of how this is all possible in the first place—but it seems she has different plans tonight.

"We'd love to!" she practically purred, coyly batting her eyelashes as she links her arm with yours to drag you along with her as she follows the man to the bar.

You half-heartedly rolled your eyes at her antics, but nonetheless sat beside her as she struck a conversation with the stranger. The man, Jihoon he said, is kind enough to include you in the discussion, but it was clear enough that the main discourse was between him and Sohyun, leaving you to nurse a cocktail in your hand as you idly watch over them both.

Sooner or later, a kiss to the cheek practically brings you to life, as the familiar warmth of a hand tenderly holds your waist. You look up in surprise and excitement to see your boyfriend.

"There you are, jagi," Jimin's eyes were sharply glaring ahead, but they form crescents as soon as he lovingly gazes down at you.

His emphasis on the term of endearment doesn't elude you. Jihoon, you immediately thought, a giggle leaving your lips. "Minnie," you affectionately coo as you turn your barstool towards your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck as he readily slots his body between your legs with the gun concealed at his waist reminding you of his previous rendezvous. "Did your meeting end early?"

While you and Sohyun were out on a girl's night, Namjoon had your boyfriend occupied with a mission, gathering intel at a gala, which was why he's dressed quite cleanly at the moment—a sleek black suit ensemble that almost makes him look princely.

Jimin, however, merely hums, oblivious to the hungry eyes that overcame you as his attention somewhere else. Following his sweltering gaze, you come to realize that Jihoon and Sohyun were looking at you both in shock and smugness respectively. You simply offer them a smile as you hop off your seat and grab Jimin's hand, getting him out of the situation before his quiet rage becomes too much to handle. "Let's dance?" you ask your boyfriend, effectively knocking off the furrow in his brows.

On the dance floor, Jimin's hold on your waist is tight as the two of you move to the sensual beat playing from the DJ booth. He leans down to your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Who's the guy, hm?" he questions, making you grin as it confirms your suspicions.

"You jealous, Minnie?" you teasingly ask, fingers playing with the ends of his hair.

Jimin secures you with a stern glare, stubborn and in denial of possessing such a capability. "I don't get jealous, jagi," he drawls, squeezing at your hip in warning. "Don't be silly."

And yet, there's a near pout on his plump lips that makes you croon, leaning up to steal a kiss and will it away. "If it helps you sleep at night," you jokingly whisper to him like it's a secret. "He was interested in Sohyun."

Following where you nod your head, the two of you look at how the two were now back to their own little world, more flirty and—dare you say it—eye-fucking each other. You smirk as Jimin visibly loosens up, and he catches the look last minute, a grumble leaving his lips.

"I wasn't jealous."

KIM TAEHYUNG

For the record, this wasn't your idea in the first place.

Though it made your self-wallowing look cinematic, the downpour was harsh against the windowpane of the relatively quiet cafe you find yourself idly sitting in. Across the street and through the light fog, you could see the fancy French restaurant that had just denied you entry thirty minutes ago.

See, after arriving a few minutes late to the venue, pointed stares from the patrons that were lined up and waiting to get the chance to enter the acclaimed restaurant had followed you as you shyly walked to the lady facilitating at the front desk. To your shock, however, the lady gives you an apologetic smile after checking her list for the name you told her.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. There are no reservations under Kim Taehyung."

And so, with no reservations, you were guided out of the premises, hushed whispers following you as you left.

Here you are at the less-expensive-but-expensive-nonetheless coffee shop across it, dress and hair a little damp from being caught in the rain. Before you, on the table, is a latte you were forced to order to be able to get yourself a seat in the corner of the cafe, and by now it was half-empty as you idly wait for your boyfriend to respond to your messages.

"(Y/N)?"

You look up at the sound of your name, only to see a familiar face—just not the one you had hoped. "Minhyuk," you politely bow as the man approaches your table. "Nice to see you!"

The man, a frequent patron of the humble restaurant you used to work at downtown, smiles back, but soon frowns as he takes your appearance in. "What happened to you?"

Oh, God. You didn't look like a wet cat, did you?

"Got caught in the rain," you sheepishly say, consciously running your fingers through your damp hair to somewhat fix it. This whole night has been nothing but embarrassing.

Minhyuk casts a glance out the window, nodding understandably. "Well, do you need a lift home?" he kindly offers, "the rain doesn't seem to plan on stopping soo—"

"That won't be necessary."

The familiar deep tone of Taehyung's voice sends shivers down your spine as your wide eyes land on his figure behind Minhyuk. He stands there in all black, hand armed with a black umbrella while the other’s buried in his pocket. His jaw is clenched and his eyes carry a cold, deadly stare that intimidates both you and Minhyuk. "Let's go, jagi," he grits through his teeth, eyes not looking away from the awkwardly standing Minhyuk.

Your frustrations for the past half hour only worsens at Taehyung’s attitude, compelling you to roll your eyes as you gather your things off the table. “Thanks for the offer anyways,” you managed to tell Minhyuk as you passed him, before Taehyung immediately grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the cafe.

“Taehyung, this is unnecessary!”

“Is it?” Taehyung hisses back as he flawlessly opens the umbrella overhead and encircles his other arm around your waist to shield you from the pouring rain. He’s taking you to the restaurant, you notice, which now had a line of restaurant staff anxiously waiting outside to serve you. He must’ve dealt with them before he entered the cafe.

Alas, having enough, you practically dug your heels to the ground. This effectively stops Taehyung, who turns to raise a brow at you in a challenging gaze. “I’m not going in there,” you spat, stubbornly crossing your arms.

“Why?” Taehyung drawls, “should I call him over instead?”

Rolling your eyes may be bratty, but he’s being more of a brat than you are. “You know that’s not what I meant. He has nothing to do with this,” you grit through your teeth, as he rolls his eyes. Frankly, you weren’t up to do anything anymore. There’s a brewing argument and you’d rather be away from prying eyes.

“I want to go home,” you tell him, cursing the way your voice shakes in the end as it betrays your emotions to him. “I’m tired.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes soften just a little bit, sensing your upset exhaustion. Taehyung eventually sighs, the walking paradox following as you wished and gently directing you towards a familiar sleek, black car in spite of the traces of anger still on his features.

Jealousy is as handsome on Kim Taehyung as it is ugly.

JEON JUNGKOOK

"Ow! That hurts!"

Before you, Jungkook curses a colorful string of words under his breath as you clean his wound, compelling you to roll your eyes at his whines. It was his fault, really, for letting his fist get the best of him yet again.

The impromptu date started quite well—Jungkook taking you to his motorcycle and driving around the city after the both of you suffered under the brunt of a stressful day. At your behest for dinner, Jungkook took you to the Japanese restaurant you heard your coworkers gush about.

Alas, the night ended with the ruckus that now left the both of you at a convenience store parking lot, having to buy a first aid kit at the last minute.

It was hard to say who threw the first punch—okay, that's a lie. It was Jungkook.

"Maybe it wouldn't hurt if you didn't get into a fight in the first place, hm?"

Jungkook only crosses his arms and grumbles, saying nothing further in his defense knowing damn well you had a point. You click your tongue, shaking your head as you dab some ointment on the gash on his cheek.

"He deserved it," he then childishly claims after a moment of silence, making you sigh.

The "he" in question was one of the chefs at the restaurant, who had been the one stationed at the table you and Jungkook sat at. He had been a nice cook, very entertaining during the live cooking demonstration, but, in hindsight, you now realize that he had been visibly interested in you, giving cheeky winks and jokes despite Jungkook's clear display of affection towards you.

"He kind of does," you admit, earning a pleased smile from Jungkook, who you had to settle back with a glare. "That still doesn't mean you had to cause a scene."

The last straw had been the chef trying to feed you the sushi he had just made. You had seen videos of Japanese chefs doing this—heard one of your coworkers gush about it in the first place—but even if you came here for the food and experience, you found that a bit unnecessary. Alas, even as you declined, he insisted.

Jungkook, who had been seething at that point, finally had enough—the weapon concealed beneath his leather jacket nearly flying out had it not been for you stopping the conflict along with the restaurant staff.

Hence, here you two were.

Stepping back, you solemnly look into your boyfriend's eyes. His affinity for violence comes as a by-product of his line of work, you understand, but he needs to draw a line somewhere, somehow. It was fortunate enough that his mind thought to use his fist instead of the gun he had on him. "You can't keep getting into fights like these, Koo," you calmly chide, as you smooth over the bandaid you placed on his cheek. "I'm your girlfriend, not your nurse or your babysitter that has to keep you out of your troubles."

Jungkook resorts to staring at the ground, guilty as charged at the judgement of your scolding. "I can't keep patching you up like this whenever you get jealous," you say, earning an immediate protest.

"I'm not—"

"Or whenever you let your anger get the best of you."

Jungkook's guilty silence and pout eventually disarms you with a sigh. You decide to let the argument end there and let his conscience digest your words, packing up the first aid kit and taking your helmet off one of the handles. An inked hand gently stops you before you can put it on, another hand coming to pull you close and press a thankful yet apologetic kiss onto your forehead.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles against your skin, his stubbornness's full defeat bringing a soft smile to your lips.

A baby.

You're dating a big, giant baby.

You press a kiss onto his cheek, right onto the bandaid. “Just think before you act like a dick.”

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 : @mwitsmejk @dreamamubarak @bloodline1632

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bangtannies-stories · 2 years

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CAN YOU PLEASE DO A YANDERE EX BOUFRIEND JUNGKOOK

I really hope this is to your liking!!

You Can't Truly Leave Me

It had been two months since you left Jungkook. Well... Not really leave. More like, escape and somehow managed not to be found.

You were surprised yourself. Usually Jungkook would catch you either within five minutes of leaving or before you even got out the door. But no, one night while he slept, you managed to disable the alarm and run off. Leaving him only a note saying that you had enough of him and didn't want to see him ever again.

You got on the train and headed east. You ended up in a nicer hotel until you found an apartment, and even found a nice job at a cafe to support yourself.

You headed into work and started your shift. In your section, you served tables and made good tips. Unfortunately, you didn't notice the man watching you from your coworker's section of the cafe. Watching with dark and powerful eyes.

At the end of the day, it was your turn to lock up. You closed the door to the cafe and locked it, and when you looked in the reflection, you swore you saw someone staring at you.

But you turned around and there was nobody.

As you walked home, you could sense a presence following you, but every time you looked back, you saw nobody. Finally making it to the hotel, you got up to your room and collapsed on the bed, not giving a care in the world.

Later that night, you had a nightmare where Jungkook was following you, and it got so intense that you awoke in a fright. Relieved, you were glad it was a nightmare.

"Nightmare, Y/N?" A voice asked.

Sighing you muttered... "Yeah." But you realized there was a voice next to you and you turned around to face him.

After two months, he found you and got into your room.

"Hi dollie~" He said in a singsong voice.

He jabbed a needle in your neck and you passed out within 30 seconds.

Jungkook tied your hands and legs together to keep you from trying anything if you woke up and drove you home.

Placing you in the basement, he untied your legs, only to chain you to the wall.

"Don't you see darling? When you wake up, you'll realize that no matter what you do... You can't truly leave me." He declared, ready to discipline you with his belt the moment you woke up.

You would not be leaving him again.

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stylesluxx · 2 years

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you’re hurt – mafia!bts

[warnings: mentions of blood and dying, fainting, bruises, there's a panic attack, that kind of stuff, and I think there’s a couple of swears]

summary: in which y/n gets hurt | requested!

word count: 2,698

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kim seokjin

To say you weren't feeling well was an understatement. You had been nauseous and lightheaded all day but since you worked sitting down, you were able to push through. You had no choice but to push through. Your department depended on the project you were working on and with evaluations coming up, you really couldn't rest. This project was keeping you up for hours on end, too stressed out to sleep but too tired to do anything productive.

When you arrived home you figured some food would help you feel better. As you cooked alongside Jin, his voice got echoey and you could barely see in front of you.

You felt your heartbeat grow faster and your balance was all out of wack. You were suddenly hot like you had been sitting in a sauna for hours.

You didn't hear Jin calling your name as you fell but you didn't feel the pain of hitting the floor. When you woke up, you were warm but not hot and laying in your bed next to Jin.

His hand was holding yours and when you turned to face him his eyes were already on you.

"Jinnie?" You croaked out, causing him to reach over and get your cup of water off your nightstand.

"Sit up slowly and drink this," He demanded softly. You listened, too scared not to. You barely remembered what happened but you trusted your boyfriend enough to listen without hesitation.

You finished the glass of water and Jin took it away from you and set it on his nightstand.

"What happened?" You asked softly.

"You fainted while we were cooking. I had the doctor come over and check up on you. It was scary, Y/N. You were swaying back and forth and then your eyes rolled back and then you started falling but I caught you. You scared me."

"I'm sorry," You mumbled, eyes getting watery as you turned to avoid looking at him.

"What's going on? I know you didn't sleep much last night or this past week; the doctor said you were exhausted."

"It's just work," You mumbled, already prepared for how Jin was going to react. "I have a big project due and evaluations are coming up."

"You can't let work stress you out this much, Princess. Your boss knows you're the best at what you do, there's nothing left to prove. Don't get me wrong, I love your work ethic, but if it is taking a toll on your health, then you need to quit."

You sighed and nodded your head. "I know. I need to take it easy."

He brushed your tears away before pulling you into his chest.

min yoongi

When Yoongi found your unconscious body sprawled out on the bathroom floor, he immediately called the doctor.

The next thing he did was check your pulse and gently call your name.

Yoongi was usually really good at hiding his emotions but seeing you on the ground unresponsive caused tears he hadn't seen since he was a child to roll down his cheeks.

When you woke up you didn't need to look for Yoongi, he was right next to you like he had been for the past 12 hours.

"What happened?"

"Someone poisoned you, but I promise they'll be dealt with. Where did you eat and who were you with?"

"I was what? Who would do that? Why?"

Your breathing grew frantic at the thought that someone wanted to harm you.

"Hey, hey. Focus on me. I know you're scared but I'm here now," Yoongi assured you and pulled you into his arms. "Just focus on your breathing."

It took a while and a trunk load of tears before you were able to calm down. You were tired and Yoongi's scent was lulling you to sleep.

But before you could close your eyes, Yoongi wanted answers.

"Who were you with, baby?"

"I was with Eun for lunch and your bodyguard Hwan was following us. That's it, but I don't think they'd do anything," You mumbled out, burying your head into his chest.

"I'll find out who did."

jung hoseok

"Love?" You heard Hoseok call you from the bedroom.

You stood in the middle of your shared walk-in closet looking for an outfit to wear for dinner. You were currently wearing just a tank top and underwear, leaving most of your body exposed.

"Yeah, Hobi?" You hummed and walked to the bedroom.

"Okay, tie or no tie?"

"Mmh..." You hummed and tapped your chin thoughtfully. "I'm thinking... tie. You always look good in black suits but the tie really puts it over the edge for me."

"I knew you'd say th- what's that?"

"Huh? What's what?" You asked eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

Hoseok walked over, eyes focused on your body after tossing his ties on the bed. "That," He pointed. "Where'd you get that bruise from?"

"Hobi, what bruise?" You asked before looking down at your hip.

The bruise was extremely faint like it was just forming and yet Hoseok was able to notice it almost immediately.

"That bruise."

You frowned and gently rubbed it, wincing in slight pain. "Oh, I think this is from earlier when I was making breakfast and I bumped my hip on the island. I'm okay, Hobi, I promise."

"Please be more careful Y/N-"

"Y/N? Why are you calling me that? My name is Love," You spoke quickly, shocked and somewhat confused.

You often joked that he didn't even like what your real name was since he never called you by it. The last time he called you by your name was your first date. After that, you've been Love.

"Love," He sighed and took your hands into his. "Just be more careful. I thought I was gonna have to kill someone for putting their hands on you."

"You're the only person that touches me," You softly assured him as you slowly leaned into to give him a long and gentle kiss.

He pulled away from you, slightly dazed making you giggle and give him a quick peck.

"Let's keep it that way."

kim namjoon

You never told Namjoon, but a short while after you found out what he did for a living, you started having nightmares.

Instead of that random man in his office bleeding out, it was Namjoon you found. He was coughing up his blood looking around for someone, anyone. He didn't want to die alone and that is the part that devastated you the most.

The dream always ended the same way; you ran over to him and held his bloody body in your arms promising each other you'd never be alone.

You woke up to Namjoon screaming your name and watching him jump out of the bed and rush to your side.

"Y/N, are you okay?" He asked as he scooped you into his arms and held you bridal style.

"My ass hurts," You groaned. "Why is the bed so high up, Joon? Fuck, I feel like I fell off a cliff."

He chuckled at your complaints as he sat down on the edge of the bed, keeping you in the same position but anchoring you to his lap.

"I'll have someone come to lower the bed later if it's really a concern. Now, what were you dreaming about? It looked like you were trying to run before you fell off the bed."

"I don't wanna talk about it," You mumbled and closed your eyes to avoid his look of disappointment.

He sighed, "What's bothering you Lovebug? We're best friends, we tell each other everything."

"You don't tell me everything," You rebutted with a slight attitude, just wanting to go back to sleep. But you knew Namjoon wasn't going to let this go.

"No, you're right. I don't talk to you about work. But everything else, you know."

You were silent for a moment because you knew he was right. You knew he was just trying to protect you from that part of his life.

But that's also why you didn't want to tell him. He kept so much bottled in because he doesn't want you to see that side of him yet you still have nightmares. His hard work was for nothing it seemed.

"Lovebug."

"I don't want you to die alone, Joon," You confessed, tears immediately rushing out of your eyes.

"Y/N, what? Where is this coming from?" He asked, his voice holding concern and you felt it as he held on to your shaking body tightly.

"I've been having dreams about you. Remember when I saw that guy in your office? In my dream, it's you and-and." You take a break from speaking to let out a sob and wipe at your runny nose. "And you're looking around for someone and you always look so relieved to see me when I come but what if that happens and I'm not there? I don't want you to die, Namjoon but I... I really don't want you to die alone. I'm so scared," You finally confessed.

"I'm scared to leave you alone, too, Y/N. That's why I'm always trying my hardest to make it home to you. I can't promise I'll always make it back but I promise I won't be alone. Wherever I am, the boys follow; I'm never alone. And you see that chain over there?"

He jutted his jaw in the direction of the dresser, his chain laying on top. It was a thick gold chain with a circular pendant that had a picture of you smiling, surrounded by all the flowers he bought for your first anniversary.

You nodded before turning back to face him, tears still running down your face but you're not sobbing anymore.

"It's always on under my shirts. You're always with me Y/N. There's not a day that goes by that you're not with me. Do you understand?"

You quickly nodded and stuck your face in his chest, needing his warmth, his comfort.

"I promise to always try to make it back to you."

park jimin

"Shit!"

"Y/N?" Jimin yelled, rushing from the living room to the hallway.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," You groaned and held your pounding head.

He sighed and took your hand off of your forehead. "No, you're not. Your phone is broken on the floor and you're holding your head. What did you do? That big bang was you walking into the wall?"

"Yeah," You mumbled and looked up at him, embarrassed. "My head is pounding, I can feel it in my eyes Minie."

"Go, sit on the couch," He shook his head and guided you into the living room. "Gonna get you some ice and call the doctor over to make sure you don't have a concussion."

You nodded and sat down on the couch with his help before he walked off to the kitchen.

He was back within a few minutes, holding a bag of ice wrapped in a paper towel. "Here, lean against me." He sat with his back leaning on the arm of the couch, feet up, and pulled you between his legs. He kept the ice on your forehead and let you lean against his chest. "The doctor's coming, okay?"

"Okay, thank you. 'M sorry for worrying you, Jiminie."

"You just need to be more careful, Lover."

"I will, I promise."

kim taehyung

"You look... gorgeous. I really can't explain how amazing you look with words. You're perfect, Sweets," Taehyung expressed passionately as he saw you walk out of the closet.

"Taehyung," You whined shyly and your whole body started to heat up because of his compliments.

It was your weekly date night and Taehyung wanted to take you to some super fancy restaurant. It was so fancy, you never even heard of it until today.

You were wearing a red silk dress that had a leg slit cut to your hip. The spaghetti straps rested on your shoulders and led to a deep v-cut that showed more than enough cleavage. You paired the dress with black heels and a silver bracelet and earrings.

"It's true. I'd never lie to you," He smiled and took your hands to pull you close to him.

"I know. Thank you, Tae. You look very handsome in your suit. I love simple suits on you."

"That's why I wore it. Can't go wrong with a classic black suit and tie."

Dinner went swimmingly and you loved nothing more than to spend time with Taehyung but you couldn't wait to get back home. Your heels were killing you but you refused to walk barefoot. Tae offered to carry you but he just ate and you didn't want him to overwork his body.

The brick walkway to the house was uneven but you never imagined you'd sprain your ankle walking on it.

"I knew I should've carried you. Fuck, let's go to the hospital," Taehyung sighed and instantly picked you up, not allowing any arguments.

"Tae, I just lost my footing, I think I'm fine-"

"You yelled out in pain, Y/N. You are not fine. And look at your face, it's scrunched up like when you're cramping. We're going to the hospital. Or at least let our doctor come check you out."

"Okay okay, I just want to be home. I'm already uncomfortable as it is, I don't wanna go to the hospital."

"Okay, Sweets, I'll call him. And then I'm calling to have that pathway smoothed down immediately."

"Tae there's no-"

He shot you a look making you shut up and giggle at his overprotectiveness.

"Anything that hurts you, will be dealt with. Got it?"

"Got it."

jeon jungkook

Jungkook loved homemade meals and he loved your cooking. So every Saturday you made him breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert. Of course with the help of his best buddy, Yeonjun.

You and Jungkook worked out a deal with your sister that you two would pick him up Friday after school and he'd sleep over until Saturday night. This came about after Yeonjun claimed to feel neglected by Jungkook and yourself after you began dating and spending more time with your boyfriend.

"Okay Yeonjun, let me cut the carrots, I don't want you to get hurt," You said softly and grabbed a knife from the drawer.

You began cutting the carrots and other vegetables you were adding to the gimbap, humming quietly to yourself.

"How come you rushed me to bed when Jungkook came home last night? And why were his clothes covered in blood?"

"Ouch!" You yelped and dropped the knife in your hand.

"Are you okay? Jungkook!"

Yeonjun ran from the kitchen and into Jungkook's gaming room. He was quick to drag your boyfriend to the kitchen where they both started to freak out over your bloody finger.

"I'm okay, you guys. I just sliced my finger, I didn't chop it off," You spoke calmly, trying to get the both of them to calm down. "Kook, meet me in the bathroom with the first aid kit. Yeonjun, go watch tv in the living room with Bam."

Jungkook left immediately, figuring you knew what was best. But Yeonjun was stubborn, hesitating to leave your side.

"I want to go with you," He tried to argue after looking at your bloody pointer finger.

You quickly covered it with your other hand and shook your head. "No, I'm okay. Kook and I are just gonna clean it and put a bandaid on it. I'm okay, I promise. Go hang out with Bam until we're done."

He slowly nodded before running off to the living room, allowing you to sigh a breath of relief.

You quickly went to the bathroom and locked the door behind you.

"What happened?" Jungkook asked as you sat on the lid of the toilet.

As your boyfriend cleaned you up, you explained everything that happened and how Yeonjun's questions took you by surprise and you lose focus.

"If you're coming home all bloody or beat up, just call me ahead of time if Yeonjun is here. I don't want him to see you like that. Okay?"

"Okay, Lovey, I promise," He nodded and wrapped your finger in a bandaid and gave it a soft kiss.

"Thank you."

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