#bts x crime au
Note
Can you give a brief description of namjoons wife escaping and why? Cruel intentions
I was going to make it brief but - then I decided to make a full length fic about it from start 🥲 so hopefully this isn't too much 🤣 Cruel Intentions (part 6) coming soon 🥹
Cruel Intentions: Organized Crime
Namjoon finds you captivating - but for the sake of his pride, ego and heart, he sure as hell hopes you are who you say you are. However, you aren't a foreigner coming from the States to Korea as a stripper - you're an Undercover detective coming to take down multiple Mafia families in Korea by all means neccessary; Bangtan being your top priority.
Genre: smut, dark, Mafia! Namjoon x Undercover! Reader
Warning: oral sex, hand job, grinding, dirty talk, blood, mentions of death, public sex, creampie, riding, ass slapping, dark themes, violence, hair pulling, choking,
Word Count: 13, 867
"Who's she?" Namjoon questions, eyes watching you - a foreigner no doubt. He leans forward as he watches you from the V.I.P area of the club - an underground club ran by Bangtan in which only those with large pockets could attend.
Jimin picks up the glass of champagne. "Like her?" Jimin smirks. He knows you would be a hit amongst the men in the club. While the woman that worked either in the clubs as dancers and bottle girls or the Brothel as escorts, there was a level of shyness they had. You, however, came from the West - along with a handle of other women.
"She's confident." Namjoon responds, eyes never leaving the way you danced. Confident and popular - having a foreigner in their club only meant you'd be the eye-candy for a bit to feed off whatever fetish these men had. You stood tall and looked them in the eye - an act that women don't often do. "Where is she from?"
"The states." Jimin takes another sip of his champagne. "Recruited from our port in New York. She prefers not to work in the Brothel and instead out in the club area." Jimin glances at Namjoon, his Hyung not blinking as he watches you closely. "And she's good. The amount of money she's made in a few hours is more than what Ari made this month."
Good was an understatement - you were amazing, and it appears as though you were doing the bare minimum and not giving it your all in the slightest. You were a fresh face - and a foreigner at that, it's guaranteed you'll be the talk of the club. If you kept this hype around you, you'd grow to be successful in Bangtan and could probably even work your way up.
"I think you're drooling." Jimin teases, eyes sparkling with mischief. He knows Namjoon's type and it was you - the mysterious foreigner who had the confidence of a leader and beauty capable of taking down any man.
"I think you're seeing things with that big imagination of yours." Namjoon retorts, yet his eyes never leave yours. You're swaying your body quite seductively, lingerie hugging your skin tightly. Your hands run up your hips to your stomach and chest, a seductive smile on your lips.
"You haven't blinked once, Hyung." Jimin isn't judging. Hell, you were a sight to behold. It's a shame that you weren't going to the Brothel - he was sure a night with you would be worth it. However, he was also sure - positive even - that Namjoon had his eyes on you (literally) and you'd be off limits.
"What do we know about this girl?"
"Y/L Y/N." Jimin responds. "Did a background check on her. Estrange from her family and moved from New York." Jimin says as if reading from a physical form of your background check. "When she interviewed with Hobi and I, she said she just wanted to get away from her life at the States and start fresh."
"In South Korea?" Namjoon furrows a brow. You were now on your knees, back arching as you danced. "A long way to get away."
"We don't ask a thousand and one questions while interviewing, Hyung." Jimin rolls his eyes. "She wasn't shady in the slighest and she's sex on legs. She's making us and herself money."
For the first time in minutes, Namjoon looks away from you. He glances at the door where Ji-Yong stands. "Bring her to me." he commands. He lifts the bottle of vodka from the table across from him and pours himself a shot.
"Want alone time?" Jimin questions. "And condoms?"
"I'm not fucking her. She isn't working in the Brothel."
"When has that stopped any of us?" Jimin scoffs. "You're 20 and I can name a handful of women you've had already."
Namjoon sighs and gives Jimin a pointed look. The younger man just shrugs and smirks, sauntering towards the door. As he opens it, Ji-Yong and you are climbing the stairs to enter. "Your girl has arrived." Jimin winks. "I'll let the others know to stay away from her."
Namjoon doesn't respond. Ji-Yong allows you to enter first before bowing to Jimin and Namjoon. You stand at the doorway, unsure what there is to do here with the unknown man.
"Close the door, Ji-Yong." Namjoon commands, and soon it's just the two of you in the V.I.P room. It's a large sitting area that overlooks the entire club, mainly the large dance floor and stage. It has its own private bar and a large couch that lines the walls. "Y/N?"
"Yes?" you respond quickly. Namjoon takes notice that you aren't nervous - you don't lower your eyes or cower at him. He was a tall man, yes, but you've met taller. He was wealthy and you understood he was one of the bosses by the way he dressed and spoke to those around him.
"Sit with me." Namjoon says. It wasn't a question - it was a demand. He sits on the leather couch, legs spread open. He pours two shot glasses - one for him and another for you. He takes hold of the shot glass that has less liquor in it, not going unnoticed by you.
"Okay." you nod. You stroll towards him, heels clicking against the floor. Namjoon doesn't hide his wandering eyes. Your hips sway as you walk, and he ponders if this is how you naturally walk or was it to appease him.
Namjoon is taken aback when you sit in his lap, directly on his crotch. Both of your thighs are on either side of him. You tilt your head, eyes never breaking away from his. "Aren't you going to talk?" you hum. Your fingers trail the hem of his expensive suit.
"You're bold." Namjoon states. He doesn't hesitate in touching you - you're in his lap after all and seemingly made the first move. His hands place themselves directly on your hips.
"Do you want me to get up?"
"No." Namjoon answers, possibly too quick. Yet, you knew his answer before he responded. If he wanted you to move he would've moved you already. "What brings you to Korea?"
"I always wanted to come." you shrug. "See what Korea has to offer. Experience a new culture and eat amazing food."
"How long have you been here?"
"A few weeks." you respond. You trail a finger onto his chin. "You have such pretty lips."
Namjoon clenches your hips. No one's ever complimented his lips before. He was complimented for his looks, sure, and his height and body. Yet, his lips were never one.
"As do you." Namjoon murmurs, his eyes darting to your lips. He notices they're shimmering and glossy.
"Really?" you smile. "Do you want to taste them?"
Namjoon can feel his throat tightening. He was never the one to be tongue tied. He was young yet he had his fair share of women - none of them acted like you. "Which ones?" he retorts, licking his lips.
"Whichever ones you want." you respond without a thought. You were good - and surely not new to this.
Namjoon chuckles. He shifts beneath you, grasping your hips to make sure you don't fall off of him as he leans back into the couch. His eyes never leave yours. "You've danced in a club before?"
You shake your head.
"Are you lying to me, baby?" Namjoon furrows a brow. "You were a natural out there and made more money than my best girls did."
"Maybe I'm just better." you shrug your shoulders.
"How much better?"
"I can show you." you lean closer to his face. "If you promise to show me what you do with your pretty little lips."
"Do you know who I am?" Namjoon's voice deepened to a whisper. "You work under Bangtan which means you work under me."
"I know. Kim Namjoon." you whisper back, lips centimeters from his. "That's rude of me. Do you prefer RM?"
Namjoon would've preferred RM from his men - Namjoon from those close to him. Yet, the way you said his name sends goosebumps upon his arms.
"How do you know my name?"
"You aren't the only one who's done research, baby." It was a risk, yet you were known to take them. Your teeth clasp down on Namjoon's bottom lip and you lightly tugged on it. "I've done my own research on you and Bangtan."
"Is that so?" Namjoon is amused. Whatever a foreigner could know of Bangtan was less to none.
"Mhm." you hum. "I know who stole your product."
Namjoon stiffens. His eyes narrows into yours - eyes dancing with mischief. Quickly, Namjoon wraps a hand around your throat and begins to squeeze. "Who are you?" he demands.
You do the same to him, manicured nails digging into his flesh. With all your might, you push him back enough for his grip on your throat to loosen. "If you want to play rough, you'll have to take me to dinner first." you joke, smirk forming onto your lips. "I'll let you know everything I know...for a price."
"How do I know you aren't lying to me?" Namjoon spats. He's ashamed of himself for harden cock beneath his suit pants.
"How else will I know about your product being misplaced?" you tilt your head. "Or maybe...I know a certain rival Mafia family has set you up. How else would the police suddenly come to your port, steal your product but not arrest those involved?"
Namjoon scans your reaction, taking in your words.
A month prior, one of Bangtans ports was infiltrated by the police. They took nearly all their product before a fight broke out. However, no arrests were made and Bangtan was down severeal million won by the incident.
"I won't ask you again. Who are you?" Namjoon needs to know just who you are and what you wanted.
"I told you who I am. Y/N. A stripper that works in this illegal strip club you're running." you giggle - Namjoon bites the inside of his cheek at your words. "But enough about me. Let's talk about what I want from...you."
"Money?" Namjoon snickers. "How much?"
"You must think I'm such a whore." you sigh. You lean down and rest your forehead against his shoulder. "But no, I don't want money. I want something more."
Namjoon feels your finger place with one of the buttons on his shirt.
"I want you." you admit. "I want you completely. All to myself."
"What do you mean?"
You lift from his shoulder and look into his eyes. "You know what I mean. Don't be daft." you smirk at his, glossy lips appearing inviting that Namjoon just wants to entangle you in a kiss - and have his cock between those same lips. "I want to be your girl."
That's not what Namjoon expects to hear from you. "My girl?"
You nod. "You know. Your girlfriend." You place a finger on his lips. "Someone you take on dates, introduce to your friends and family." you lean to his ear. "Someone you can fuck as much as you want."
Namjoon shudders when he feels your tongue lick along his ear.
"And in exchange - I can be useful to you."
It takes Namjoon a few moments to respond. He needed a way to recollect himself before he did. "How could you be useful to me?"
"I've been in Korea for a short time yet I already know about your issues." you kiss his nose, not caring about the consequences. "Imagine what else I know and could find out."
"What do you get out of this?"
You shrug. "Well, for starters, I get to have you." you respond. "You'll have my loyalty to you and Bangtan. But, I'm not the one to sit around and wait for a man.”
Namjoon furrows a brow.
"I don't want to sit around all day and wait for you to come home and entertain me." you scoff.
"Who says I'll even consider taking you home with me? As my girl at that?"
You give him a look. Then, you're laughing. "Because, baby. If you didn't want me..." you begin to grind in his lap slowly - dangerously slow. "...you wouldn't be hard right now."
You're good. You had him right where you wanted him and Namjoon is embarrassed. He was a man, not an adolescent boy who was with a woman for the first time.
"Like I said. I'm not waiting on you. I want to work directly next to you."
Namjoon snickers. "No woman does that."
"Then make an exception." you retort. "I'm not going to be just any woman. I'm going to be your woman."
"You sound sure of yourself."
"That's because I am sure of myself." you peck his cheek before standing up, pushing his arms off of you. "A powerful man would be nothing without a woman by his side."
Namjoon widen his eyes.
Hoseok gasps.
Taehyung furrows his brows.
Jimin hides back a laugh.
"What's his name?" you hiss, bringing your first down against the officer's cheek - a dirty cop who was in charge of infiltrating Bangtan's port.
"I-I don't-"
You bring down another first against his cheek. The man is tied up and crying now, nose bloody and lips busted. "Don't play games with me."
It took a week for Namjoon to agree to your terms. But, it wasn't in vain. Before he could ever agree to you being his woman and being a crucial part of Bangtan, he had to investigate just who you were. You were an intelligent woman who not only knew her worth, but understood (in a way) the life Bangtan lived.
Seokjin was the one who had done a thorough background check outside of Jimin's - you were clean. There wasn't even as much as a speeding ticket under your name. You lived in New York prior to coming to Korea - he hadn't asked you why Korea out of all of the world, and it couldn't have been what you stated while on his lap.
After your background check was cleared, Namjoon had spoken to his older Hyungs - Yoongi questioned your motive while Jin was more lenient. The ultimate decision was Namjoons - did he want you to be his woman? He was young and didn't necessarily need a woman by his side as of yet, but - you fascinated his mind constantly. Every night he visited the club to see you and each night you sat in his lap and made time stand still.
"They paid 200,000,000 won for us to infiltrate the port and steal the drugs!" the man whimpers. His eyes are wide - shocked as the men behind you. You were a woman dealing in men's business, a rare site to behold.
"Give me a name." you grasped his hair and tugged it. The man falls onto the ground and hisses.
"She's strong." Hoseok murmurs. You were now dragging the police officer across the floor, knocking him into whatever you could to get information out of him.
"And hot." Jimin shakes his head. "A shame you got her before I did." Jimin places a hand on Namjoon's shoulders.
"200,000,000 won to be a mailman?" you pout your lips. "If you won't talk I'll have to go harder with you." you kick the man so now his back was on the ground, eyes staring up at you.
You release a gun from your hip. Namjoon steps forward. "Where'd-"
"I got it from your car. It was left unattended." you answer before he can ask. "Don't worry - I know how to use it." you send him a quick wink before turning back to the quivering police officer.
"She's turning me on not going to lie." Jimin murmurs and all Namjoon does is glare.
You turn off the safety of the gun and place your hands on the trigger.
"SVT!" the police officer screeches. "I-I don't know who exactly, but I know it's SVT."
"Typical for a man to lie to me." you shoot the gun directly above his head. The man's crying now, but you don't care. "Give me a name, sweet cheeks."
"Woozi." the officer screeches, spitting blood beside him. "His name was Woozi. Blond hair, pale skin."
"We know who he is." Taehyung scoffs. "Why would they steal our product when they have their own?"
"Our product is pure." Namjoon responds. "No doubt they're selling and gaining money from our shit." he hisses.
You turn around to face them. "Is that all the information you needed?"
Namjoon nods.
Jimin smiles at you. "You're such a natural." he compliments. "How are you so-"
"Jimin." Namjoon hisses.
"Don't start, hyung. I'm not going to steal her away from you."
You smile at Jimin in return. Then, you aim the gun back at the officer. He widens his eyes and shakes his head.
You fire the gun at his knee. He screeches at the sudden impact of the gun. "No one likes a dirty cop." you pout, feigning sadness. "Now, where's that money they gave you? I know it was cash. If they're bold enough to steal product from Bangtan then they have some sense to not leave footprints to track."
You don't wait for the officer to respond. You begin opening every drawer you could until you see beneath his desk was a black leather bag. Opening it, you smile. "Jackpot." you sing-song, holding it up for Namjoon and the rest.
"Wow." Hoseok is in awe at you. You were ruthless - attractively so.
"Let's go." you hand the bag to Jimin and wrap an arm around Namjoon. "I want to try this new restaurant in Seoul!" you beam up at him and Namjoon could do nothing but nod.
Namjoon opens the back door to the black SUV, allowing you to enter first before he does. He nods his head to the driver before he presses a button on the side of the seats. A privacy window closes and now it's just you and Namjoon as the driver drives back to their destination.
"How are you familiar with guns?" Namjoon asks you. The way you held his gun with such confidence - it wasn't your first time. He was certain you've done this many times before.
"Gun laws aren't as strict in America." you scoff at him. "I'm surprised you have this amount of guns. Where do they come from?"
Namjoon doesn't respond. He eyes you, eyes squinting at you. You only tilt your head at him, a small smile forming onto your lips. "You don't trust me." you state matter-of-factly.
"You come into my life, demand to be my girl then assault a dirty cop." Namjoon snickers - it all sounded just as crazy as it was when he witnessed it. "I'm having a diffult time believing you are who you say you are."
"Understandable." you shrug. "Eventually you'll see that I'm on your side."
"Is that so?" Namjoon furrows a brow. He leans back into the seat and spreads his legs. "How do I know this for sure?"
You bite your lips, an act that doesn't go unnoticed by Namjoon. You placed the gun that was on your hip besides you. You swing your legs around his to sit upon his lap. You place both hands on his cheeks. "Such pretty lips." you smirk - you're teasing him, you know it makes him flustered. "Who else is going to help you bring down SVT and other families who are going to threaten Bangtan?"
Namjoon is amused, so he humors you. "And you know how to take down Mafia families?" he chuckles.
You nod - if only he truly knew who you were. You've taken down many families back in the States while you were still in the Police Academy - it was risky being a rookie, yet you were trusted enough to do the job. You and a handful of other newly graduated from the Police Academy were set out to take out Mafia families in other countries within the organized crime district - South Korea being one of them.
Your mission being undercover could take years, especially when it involved families such as Bangtan that've been around for decades. Their connections spanded outside of Korea and worked throughout Asia, Europe and now in the west - New York being one of the main ports.
Now, you didn't choose to be a stripper - but it brought you a direct invite into Bangtan. You refused to work in the Brothel to get what you needed, but you weren't opposed to sleeping with any of them. You had a job to do and in the end, these men were just that - men. Sex ruled over the male species and you were going to use it to your advantage if needed be.
"Why are you adamant on helping?" Namjoon adjusts you on his lap. He leans into your neck - you smelt of bourbon and sandalwood and it was becoming his all time favorite scent. "Any woman from the club or brothel would be happy with being by my side and outside of the sex business."
"I am happy. Grateful even." you murmur. You kiss his forehead lightly, glossy lips leaving your mark. "But like I said, baby, I'm not one to sit around and wait on a man. It's obvious you need a womans touch."
Namjoon nods his head with a throaty chuckle. "A woman's touch." he leaves a trail of kisses upon your neck. "What does this woman think Bangtan should do?"
"Depends. Does Bangtan have a leader?" Though you're undercover, you still have a job to do. Bangtan is a priority to take down - but the other families would be easier to ruin. They weren't as powerful as Bangtan - their name meaning bulletproof is evident enough of such.
"We have branches." Namjoon swallows - you're grinding in his lap as he speaks. "Our fathers have handed down each branch that was given to them to the next generation - me and my brothers."
"Oh?" your fingers trace his exposed collar bone.
"Uh huh." Namjoon bites the inside of his mouth. Large hands catch your hips to steady as you grind upon him. "No one is higher than the other. Think of the 7 of us as the Main Branch that holds the family together. Those who work with us also have their own families involved, but they'll never be considered the main branch. Makes sense?"
"In a way." you quickened your pace - he was where you needed him to be, talking your ear off. "What does each brother do?"
"You have a lot of questions." Namjoon moans - his cheeks redden.
"I'm helping, remember?" you place a kiss on the corner of his lips. "The last thing rivals expect is a woman taking them down."
Namjoon stops your grinding. You lean back to look into his eyes - they're nearly unreadable. But there is a glint - lust, sure, yet he doesn't fully trust your judgment. You don't blame him, it took you a while to trust people, as well. However, the information you had of Bangtan and the main family was that Namjoon's intelligence exceeded those you worked alongside that were much older than he was. Gaining his trust accessible easily, but you were stubborn and not prone to giving up.
"Hm." you knit your brows. You reach into your back pocket and took out your lipgloss - the same lipgloss that weakens Namjoon's state of mind whenever you wear it.
Namjoon doesn't tear his eyes away when you gloss your lips with the lipgloss and then pucker them up. "Do you want to see my lips wrapped around your cock?"
Namjoon coughs, cheeks a bright red. "W-What?"
You giggle cutesy - there wasn't anything you weren't willing to do to get the job done. As long as you manage to take down families outside of Bangtan to gain the trust of Namjoon and his family, you'd have to use what a man could never turn down. Sex.
"How about we play a little game?"
The backseat of the mercedes was fairly large. You could slide off of Namjoon's lap easily and go between his legs. Your hands tap his belt buckle playfully, waiting for Namjoon to get the hint.
"I'll suck your cock so good that you'll cum for me. On my face or down my throat." you wanted to laugh at the dumb look placed on Namjoon's face. "But, you have to talk and tell me everything I want to know. If you don't then you won't cum."
Namjoon gulps. You're tugging at his belt buckle, not taking anything less than his agreement.
Namjoon was big - no, huge. It surprises you how hard he is and you take a deep breath. The things you do for justice.
Namjoon gasps when you wrap your lips around his tip, tongue swirling in circles. "Talk." you say against his tip, a trail of saliva sliding down his length.
"Jin-hyung...deals with weaponry." he stutters out, closing his eyes. If he was going to speak, he couldn't watch you in action. It's enough for him that you're already doing it plus to hear your slurping and gags was a bonus. "He smuggles them from outside the country and - shit..."
You bring him entirely into your mouth, throat aching yet you had a job to do.
"Yoongi-hyung is known mainly as a hacker. He's taught a few things t-to Tae but..." he clenches his fists. "You're sucking it so good, baby."
Your hand slaps his bare thighs and Namjoon jumps. "S-Sorry." he murmurs. "Hyung hacks into Government programs all around the world. We use what we need for blackmail or eve theft."
Namjoon was a fool in lust, telling you everything you needed to convict them when the time came - all you needed was a little more evidence.
"Hoseok is more hands on. He recruits people - more assassins and snipers as back up. He himself even gets involved if he needs to but," Namjoon takes a deep breath. Your now sucking the tip of his cock while stroking the length. "we try not to get our hands dirty."
So they let their men do most of the dirty work - smart, you'd admit.
"Jimin handles most of our businesses. The clubs and Brothels and he recruited the girls." Namjoon graps your hair. "You have to slow down or I'm gonna cum."
"Not until you tell me everything." you retort, slapping his tip against your tongue. You can taste the saltiness of his pre-cum.
"Jimin uses the girls sometimes to get information from our targets. Or he does so himself...he's...known as Himeros. It's guaranteed he can find anything out if needed be."
Jimin appeared as such - a sweet looking boy with a hint of sex appeal. You were off limits now being known as Namjoon's girl - yet you desire to see Jimin in full action.
"Taehyung does light hacking and trafficking. He's also the eyes and ears of Bangtan."
"Like a spy?" you lick your tongue on the side of his cock and Namjoon hisses and nod.
"Y-Yes. Like a spy." he stutters. "He deals with interrogational torture. He will get anything out of anyone. He also trafficks art pieces."
That would explain a series of highly expensive one of a kind art pieces have been reported stolen.
"Jungkook is just coming into the business. He's still a kid, yet he deals with Narcotics and a hefty amount of drugs. Everything is pure - it's what Bangtan is known for."
You conitnued to suck - he deserved to cum, you supposed, for giving you the information needed.
Namjoon closes his eyes once more, fingers tightening its grasp into your hair. You were going at such an alarming speed that hew as sure he was going to cum any second now if you didn't slow down.
"He's still learning after the death of his father, but he's golden." You were unsure of what Namjoon meant by golden, but maybe Jungkook was just a fast learner.
"What about you and I?" you hum. "What would we be doing?"
Namjoon catches the way you mention the both of you. He pushes his head back and twitches. He cums right into your mouth - so much so that you struggle to swallow and a some drips out.
Namjoon is catching his breath when he hears you cough. He pokes one eye open to see you wiping your lips.
"Shit." Namjoon curses. He looks around the backseat for anything he can use to give you, but finds nothing. He takes the bottom of his shirt and wipes your lips. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be." you assure. You rest your head against his knee. "So tell me. What would you and I be doing?"
"A little bit of it all. Heists and such of that sort."
"Heists." you hum. "Do you guys rob banks?"
"We rob whatever we feel like robbing. It's something we began doing as a side job. It isn't easy in the slightest - but we always get the job done."
You nod your head. You had enough information for now. "Are we almost to Seoul?"
"We are in Seoul now. But," Namjoon places stray hair behind your ear. "If we're going to be together. You'll have to meet the rest of the family."
"All there is missing is...Jin, Yoongi and Jungkook?"
Namjoon nods. "True. But, we'll start with my mother first."
You frown. "Don't you think that's...too soon?"
Namjoon furrows a brow. "Nothing is too soon. Besides," he smirks down at you. "you already managed to find out valuable information and made me cum all in one hour."
You've never been nervous as you were now. You didn't get nervous - you were known to excel in anything you did. Always the top of your classes in school and remained on top all the way until after you graduated the Police Academy.
However, you also never had a boyfriend. Namjoon was your boyfriend. It felt weird calling him this. To you, this was a job and it all was fake.
However, to Namjoon, it wasn't. You've gained a part of his trust that no woman has as of yet. You proved yourself useful to him by discovering information on their missing product. Not only that, but you weren't afraid of getting your hands dirty. Witnessing you go hard on a man like that turns him on and also makes him proud to say that you were his girl.
Never having a boyfriend meant you never had the experience in meeting their parents - especially their mothers. You had a few friends in your time and all they spoke of was of how their partners mothers hated them, being emotionally far too attached to their sons to not be considered emotional incest. You steer cleared from dating and only rather hooks ups here and there to satiate you when your hands or toys couldn't.
So to say you're unprepared and nervous was an understatement.
Namjoon brings you into the home that belongs to his mother. It's cozy, having a warm feeling upon entering. You catch pictures littering the walls of Namjoon throughout the years and even some familiar faces of Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung. The other boys you assumed were Jungkook, Yoongi and Seokjin.
There's soft humming coming from where you assumed was the kitchen. You follow Namjoon, his hands tangled in yours as he brings you to said kitchen. There's a woman who's back is turned, hair cut into a bob and she's currently washing the dishes. There's a pot on the stove boiling and you conclude that she must have known Namjoon was coming.
"Eomma!" Namjoon calls. He lets go of your hand and gives you a look. He then goes to his mother and gives her a tight hug.
You sighed. He had a good relationship with her. The way she wraps him in a tight embrace is possibly the fact that he hasn't seen her in a while.
Her eyes meet yours and you could feel the tension change. Her smile slowly fades as she looks towards you. She glances at Namjoon and murmurs something in his ear.
"This is Y/N, eomma." He nods your way. He gently grabs her wrist and brings her closer to you. "She's my girlfriend."
Girlfriend felt weird coming from his own lips. He doesn't recall ever having a girlfriend - or a girl that he brought home to his mother. He was waiting for whenever he had the chance to meet a woman that was involved enough in his world - and now he has.
You quickly bow when she turns back to you. Americans and Koreans had different cultures and you could try to be respectful while you were in her presence.
"Eomma," Namjoon murmurs. "Why don't you make Y/N and yourself some tea? I have to make a phone call." he suggests and you're mentally screaming at him to not leave you.
When Namjoon leaves the kitchen, his mother turns away from you. She starts the tea just as her son asks and all the while you take a seat at the island table. You inhale, unsure what else to do but wait for Namjoon to return.
When Namjoon's mother turns back around, she places two cups of tea in front of you. Again, her lips curl to the side, but it appears more like a grimance than an actual smile. Yet, you can't blame her - you're a stranger in her home that her son claims to be his girlfriend. Men like Namjoon don't regular bring girls home to their mothers unless they're sure said girls are who they're serious about.
You and Namjoon weren't serious - yet. You're unsure how long you'd be undercover, maybe a year if you're lucky. Taking down Mafia families weren't easy, yet if you used Bangtan to your advantage - it could be as easy as A.B.C.
Namjoon's mother gently pushes the tea towards you. You grab it into your hands, nodding your thanks to her. You take a sip after blowing it. It was surprisingly tasty; enough amount of sugar yet not too sweet. It had a fruit-like taste. You weren't much of a tea drinker to begin with but whatever this was had surprised you.
Namjoon's mother holds out her hands once you drink the rest of the tea. You're unsure what she wants, but her eyes are cast down to your hands. You place a palm into her hands and she immediately begins to touch it, tracing the lines.
"Eomma." Namjoon's voice breaks the two of you out of the trance. "You aren't a palm reader."
Namjoon leans to her level as she murmurs something.
"Is everything...okay?" you ask. She has yet to let go of your palm nor has she spoke actual words to you.
"Yes." Namjoon chuckles, tint on his cheeks. "She thinks she can read palms. Sorry-"
"It's okay." you shake your head. "W-What does my palm say...?" You weren't one to believe in such things, but it doesn't hurt to try.
Namjoon's mom whispers into his ear again and now Namjoon is shaking his head. "Eomma..."
"Is everything alright?"
"Yes." Namjoon nods. "She, uh...says your life won't be easy as of yet." You gulp at his words. Your palm begins to sweat and you can feel Namjoon's mother's dark eyes on you.
Namjoon sighs when his mother takes his own hands in her own. She glances between both of your palms.
"What's she-"
"She's reading our marriage line now." Namjoon rolls his eyes. "Eomma..."
Namjoon's mother drops your hands and goes to speak to her son once more. You wipe your palms - not sweaty because of the weird palm reading of your future - against your pants.
"She says..." Namjoon turns to you. "...that we'll have a successful marriage."
You laugh dryly. You didn't want to be rude to his mother, but there was no way in hell you were marrying this man. She was correct with stating that your life won't be easy. You were beyond fucked if Namjoon or anyone found out who you truly were - but the Government had made sure to seal every and all records of you prior to leaving the county. Now you were just Y/L Y/N that resided in South Korea.
The dinner with Namjoon's mother was eventful. She acknowledged you more, but still didn't speak with you. You're unsure of what her voice sounds like because she only spoke in hushed tones. Still, the food she made was delicious and what you considered a traditional Korean cuisine.
Namjoon had communicated between his mother and you, making sure to inform her the way you handled the dirty cops. That tells you that she is well aware of her son and what he does - but it wasn't shocking. Bangtan was functioning for decades before Namjoon took his father's place. She married straight into Bangtan so if there was anyone that knew more about Bangtan than Namjoon would have to be his mother.
Leaving a few hours later is a sigh of relief. You can say that Namjoon was a different man around his mother. He never touched you intimately and seemingly became a different man - a slightly clumpsie dork so to say. If you'd met this Namjoon before, you'd be positive that this wasn't the same man that belonged to Bangtan.
"You'll have to move in with me." Namjoon states as the two of you stroll through the door of your apartment. "If you're going to be my..."
"Your girlfriend?" you scoff. "And why? I'm comfortable here." The apartment was small, but cozy. You weren't much of a cook so the kitchen was a good size for easy dishes an you had a washer and dryer in unit which made it even better in your eyes.
"I don't doubt you aren't." Namjoon glances around. "But, you've made your presence known to the cop so we aren't sure just who he's told as of yet. You'd be safer with me surrounded by Bangtan."
You didn't think that far - he was right. An obvious con in living with him would be you wouldn't have any alone time to report back to your superior. It would be more difficult to have notes around that you'd need to keep everything together. You sigh lowly - you'd have to do everything digitally. Yoongi and Taehyung being hackers is where your paranoia lies - you'd have to get on Namjoon's good side so he would never have the chance to hack into your devices.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Namjoon's voice startles your thoughts, but you don't show it. "I don't want to intrude on your space." you lie, stepping closer to him. "I already somewhat forced you into being your girl. I don't want to force my way into your home."
Namjoon wraps you into a loose embrace. "It's for your own safety." he murmurs. "You aren't forcing your way in. I want you there."
You nod your head. Mafia men get attached easily, you note.
"What do you think we should do, Noona?"
You've managed to move in with Namjoon and steer clear from his bad side. It was a bit draining having to be someone else 24/7 with no break for months, but you were always one step closer to your goal.
You met the rest of the main branch of Bangtan. Jungkook was just as young as Namjoon told you - but you weren't expecting to see a baby face teenager that should be in school barking orders around to men twice his age. He was cute and reminded you of one of the boys you trained alongside at the Police Academy. But just as he was cute, he was deadly and knew how to work his way around a gun of any size.
Yoongi was standoffish and never spoke too much to you, but you concluded that was his personality. Namjoon wasn't lying when he said Yoongi could hack into any system in a matter of minutes - he was someone you'd remain on good terms with for the sake of your operation.
Seokjin was kind when he met you, giving corny jokes that even made you laugh sometimes. He warmed up to you first upon arrival and would even visit Namjoon often to ensure you were alright - coming with his wife. You and her only spoke a few words to one another, the both of you not the same. She was what you weren't - a pillow princess, a term that shouldn't be insulting. While you are heavily involved in Bangtan, Seokjin's wife was not, nor was Yoongi's girlfriend. They decided it was easier to stay far away from business and enjoy the benefits that Bangtan gave.
"Ah, Jungkookie." you smile at Jungkook who gives you a shy one in return. "Have you eaten? You look hungry."
Maybe you were a bit sensitive when it came to Jungkook, but you blamed it on his appearance. He was only a teenager - a child of course - involved in a criminal organization where school didn't seem to be his first priority. You learned the death of his father a year prior, but the way Jungkook doesn't appear affected in the slightest has your mind wandering to just how the man died.
"Ah, I'm alright for now." Jungkook shakes his head.
"Are you sure?" you lean forward. "I have some lamb skewers left over. I know you and Yoongi love them."
Jungkook's eyes slightly widened at the thought of you giving him lamb skewers.
"No." Namjoon calls as he enters the sitting area you were seated. "If you keep feeding him he'll start to have a crush on you. He's already making heart eyes."
Jungkook glares at Namjoon but doesn't say anything. He just sits back into his seat and crosses his arms.
You shake your head. "Let's get back to the topic at hand then." you turn to a sulking Jungkook. "What do you mean what should you do?"
"Ah, noona, SVT wants to meet with us." Jungkook uncrosses his arms.
"You can call me by my name, Jungkook." you couldn't help but smile. For a boy surrounded by criminals daily, he was respectful. They all were, which was what surprised you the most about being in Bangtan.
"Hm. I like calling you noona." Jungkook glances away as if in deep thought.
Namjoon rolls his eyes. You were growing to like Jungkook more than you should. He was by no means jealous - Jungkook had a pure aura around him that made you always gush whenever around him. Not in a way in which he should be threatened by his dongsaeng, but you considered Jungkook to be like a yonger brother - always offering to feed the boy even when he just ate.
"Can we get back to the topic at hand?" Namjoon sighs. "SVT has asked for Bangtan for a meeting, yes."
"Why so sudden?" you furrow a brow. "We haven't told them about our knowledge in them stealing product, right?"
Jungkook shakes his head, but bites his lips. "There was a run in with them a few weeks back, but nothing major."
You turn your eyes to Namjoon.
"Nothing dire, only a verbal altercation then we went on our way." Namjoon shrugs.
"So they want to meet you all? Randomly? To discuss what?"
"We'll have to go and find out." Namjoon responds. He claps his hands towards Jungkook. "Get up, we have to head out soon."
"I want to come." you insist. You would finally get an insight on SVT to report back to your captain.
Namjoon shakes his head. "There'll be no women there. I don't want them to get the wrong idea."
"More the reason for me to come." you insist. "Stop acting like I'm nothing but eye-candy. I know my way around any type of weapon you own."
Namjoon knows this, and this is what he wants to avoid. He wasn't threatened by you - nor was anyone in Bangtan. They respected you greatly in the short amount of time they've known you. Jungkook always speaks highly of you whenever you aren't around and Jimin always teases him for having a strong partner by his side. However, not all men were as comfortable with having a woman in the front - especially one that could rival them.
"Please?" you cross your arms. "I'll sit in the car. I just wanna go."
"Okay." Namjoon caves, and when you smile up at him he couldn't help but return it.
"Simp." Jungkook murmurs and Namjoon throws him a glare.
"I knew listening to you would result in us getting killed." Hoseok hisses lowly to Jin who just shakes his head in return.
Jin had suggested that bringing guns to an event like this would cause nothing but a war - so they hadn't. Leaving the guns in the car was their first mistake and Hoseok ponders why none of them ever listened to Jin. They outnumbered SVT - 7 against 4. However, these 4 all had handguns pointed at them at this moment and each wore smugged looks.
"This is why you brought us here?" Namjoon asks, his eyes directly on Seung-cheol who held the gun straight at him. "We let you slide after stealing our product."
"Is money looking better for SVT?" Hoseok tilts his head. "I heard your own product was killing the customers. Are you planning on stealing more anytime soon?"
"It is about that time." Jungkook pipes up. "Is that why you wanted to meet with us? Steal more of our product becauses yours is shit?"
"Shut up!" Jeonghan hisses.
Your eyes watch from inside the car, windows tinted to hide you. You shake your head at the lack of common sense these men had - but luckily they had a woman on their side for the time being. The amount of firearms - especially military grade firearms - in the car would make an unexperienced person nervous.
"Bangtan basically owns the nation." Yoongi pipes in for the first time. He was growing bored of sitting in an abandoned parking lot. "Casinos, clubs, brothels, restaurants and more. We've been lenient when it comes to you vultures."
"Now it's only getting disrespectful." Jin continues. "What is it that SVT exactly wants?"
"Easy." Joshua shrugs his shoulders. "Take down the main branch and the problems go away. What Bangtan has will soon be ours."
Namjoon scoffs. "SVT doesn't have a plan...do they. Bangtan isn't just the main branch. We have eyes and ears all around - even outside of the east."
"Bangtan's worked for many years to get where we're at. We won't be taken down easily."
"You say that but..." Seung-cheol looks down at his gun pointed at the seven men. "...you can't use your fists in a gunfight."
A few shots rings out and hits Seung-cheol directly in the chest. He drops to the ground, gun dropping to the side. Joshua, Jeonghan and Hoshi all gasp and go to Seung-cheol's side.
Namjoon turns his head as he hears footsteps coming towards them.
You're holding the machine gun in your arms as you pass the seven men all eyeying you with wide eyes. You stop in the middle between Bangtan and SVT, eyes on the 3 men trying to stop the blood from rushing Seung-cheol's wound.
"W-Who is she?" Joshua murmurs, eyes scanning you holding a large machine gun. He's never seen a woman hold a gun in his life, let alone something so big.
"Bangtan's done negotiating with trash like SVT." you say aloud to them. "Now if it was up to me, you all would've been dead months ago when you stole our shit."
"Noona..." Jungkook calls, but his voice doesn't come above a whisper.
"Y/N." Namjoon steps closer to you. "You're going to start a war."
You turn to face Namjoon and the other 6 men. Their expressions are one of the same - all astonished by your sudden actions. You snort. What you witnessed back in the States only prepared you for moments like this. Your goal was to take down these families - no matter how you truly done it in the end.
"A war already started once they pulled their guns out on you." you say, blinking towards the 6 men. Your intention was to appear distraught by the thought of losing any of them.
You turned back to 3 men hovering above the now dead man - Seung-cheol - and sighed. You pulled the trigger of the machine gun and managed to not lose control of it. Gasping, grunts and yells are heard throughout the sound of the machine gun. After a few moments, you stop - throwing the large firearm down. 4 members of the SVT are down - multiple gunshot wounds littering their bodies. Blood is oozing from said wounds and staining the concrete.
"Do any of you have a knife?" you turn around to ask and only Jungkook makes a move. He rummages through his pockets and pulls out two pocket knives. "Good, Kookie. Come with me, yeah?"
Jungkook nods, swallowing. He follows you towards the bodies. "What are we doing, noona?"
"G7 and SVT are current in a Gang war, right?" Jungkook nods, he recalls telling you a few days prior when he came over to see Namjoon. You'd made fixed him ice cream - 4 scoops with different amounts of sweet toppings to top it off for any information he can give you - and like all teenagers his age when he was bribed with something he liked, he sung like a canary.
"Okay," you nod. You take one switch blade from his hands. "Cut off their thumbs. G7 is known for taking trophies from their victims."
Jungkook nods, doing as you're told. The sight was gruesome - especially watching from where the 6 men were standing. However, they weren't disgusted by you and Jungkook - if anything, they were proud? Satisfied? No one - besides their own men and themselves - had killed for them, especially not a woman.
Once you cut the last thumb off, you open the jacket from one man - Hoshi - and carve a large 'G7' onto his chest. "That way when the rest of SVT comes, they don't suspect Bangtan. Come, Kookie."
You and Jungkook place the thumbs in a discarded plastic bags and make your way back to the other men. As you approach, Taehyung steps forward. "How do we keep Bangtan's name out of this?"
You sigh. You place the bag of thumbs in his hands and he's visibly disgusted. "Easy, Tae Tae," you smile. "First, we need to get rid of that evidence. "
Taehyung nods.
"Then," you wrap an arm around Namjoon, placing your head against his chest. "we pretend we never came. Easy. It's only 4 members that's died."
"What do you mean?" Jimin questions.
"I mean we go home and pretend we never came. Is there any evidence that any of you responded to SVT in their meeting? If not, then we should be in the clear." you exclaim. "In my eyes, they were waiting here for you 7...then G7 came and got what they wanted in this little war they're having." you shrug. "We'll never know for sure because we weren't here."
You look up at Namjoon whose eyes are already on you. You give him a small smile before kissing his lips, having to stand on your toes to do so.
"I'm hungry." you moan into his lips. "Let's eat dinner. Together as a family."
You make your way back towards the car, 14 pairs of eyes watching you. When you close the door, Yoongi chuckles. "She's something else."
"Noona's so cool." Jungkook clenches his fist in excitement. "You should really marry her, Hyung. She's perfect for the family."
Namjoon couldn't agree more.
Jimin claps his hands loudly when the medium sized cake comes their way, sparklers buzzing loudly as the bottle girl places said cake onto your table. The table errupts in claps, laughter and cheers - all for you.
When you suggested that dinner be served as a family, you were expecting a restaurant - not in one of the clubs Bangtan owned to eat bar food in the V.I.P lounge while music danced off the walls.
While you were undercover, you took full advantage of sightseeing and experiencing a different culture.
Namjoon had taken you to countless restaurants throughout and you never complained - mainly because he wasn't much of a cook. You two often went sightseeing and that's when you realized that Namjoon was more than what you know of him - he loved nature, always suggesting the two of you go out for walks and even bike rides. It felt weird - far too intimate, yet you understood that this was what you were expected to do as his girlfriend.
The bike rides and walks didn't stop there - he also enjoyed museums. He dressed casually, outside of the fitted dark suits and actually wore comfortable clothing. He insisted that the two of you take pictures together at each destination for memories - and you agreed, enjoying your time in Korea before you had to take down Bangtan.
"Noona!" Jungkook claps his hands when the cake is set down in front of you. "This is a celebration! Drink up!"
"You better not be drinking." you called, squinting your eyes. "You're like 12."
"He's 16." Namjoon murmurs, placing a hand on your thigh. "He's done worse, trust me. A little alcohol won't hurt him."
"If Noona doesn't want me to drink then I won't." Jungkook declares and you offer a small grin. If you could pack Jungkook up and bring him home with you after your investigation you would.
"There wasn't a need for a celebration." you insist, blowing out the sparkles. You didn't hesitate to cut the cake - you were ready to eat after all.
"But there was." Jimin is first to pour a round of drinks. He raises his own glass. "You're truly the savage we never knew we needed in Bangtan."
The table agrees with Jimin's words.
"You truly know your way around a gun." Yoongi compliments - one of the few times he actually spoke to you and for a second you could feel your heart swell.
"To Y/N!" Jungkook lifts a glass filled with a dark red liquid. "It's cranberry juice, Noona." he insists with a cheeky grin.
You raise your own shot glass and lick your lips. There's a few glasses clinking and each of you took the shots. Your throat burns and you shake your head slightly then sighed.
You did come to regret drinking. It would be unorthodox not to - they were celebrating because of you. To them, you were a woman that's putting her foot into their life and seemingly doing it better than them.
However, now you feel as though the room is spinning. You and the 7 men were no longer in the V.I.P lounge but deep within the crowd - lights flashing and loud music booming through the speakers. The tables around you that held cups of half filled drinks are jumping along with the bass of the music.
You feel hot and have long removed your shirt, only in your bra now. Your mind wasn't straight in the slightest and all you did know was that you were looking for Namjoon. You're unsure where he scurried off to after Jimin dragged you to the dance floor with him - and that was nearly an hour ago. Even now, you'd lost Jimin in the sea of people and you were ready to leave.
"Noona!" you feel a hand wrap around your wrist and turn you around. "Where's your shirt? Did someone touch you?"
You laugh, slapping Jungkook's chest lightly. "You...are touching me now."
Okay, you were drunk.
"Noona..." Jungkook shakes his head. "Let's take you to, Hyung."
You allow Jungkook to drag you deeper into the dance floor. He pushed people aside without caring the consequence or how rude it was. Seconds felt like hours when you get away from the dance floor. You're taken back into the V.I.P lounge with Jungkook, the sound of the music growing quiet.
"You're so cute, Kookie." you sighed aloud. "Just like a little rabbit. Do you have a girlfriend yet?"
Jungkook's cheeks tint at your words. He closes the door behind him and glances behind you to his Hyungs. Hoseok was asleep on the loveseat, possibly just as drunk - if not more - as you. Taehyung was nodding off on the ground below Hoseok and Yoongi and Jin were talking lowly to one another.
Namjoon's ears perk when he hears your voice. "Where's Jimin?"
Jungkook shrugs his shoulders.
"And where the hell is your shirt?" Namjoon hisses.
"Don't ignore me, Kookie." you sigh.
"No, noona. I don't have a girlfriend." Jungkook chuckles lowly. "I'm not sure, hyung. I think she took it off." he answers Namjoon.
Namjoon shakes his head. He was about to stand when you turned his way. "Joonie."
"Joonie." Yoongi snorts.
Namjoon rolls his eyes.
"Y/N." Namjoon calls, motioning you over.
"Don't rush to find a girlfriend, Kookie. You have to find the right one first." you're rambling, but Jungkook nods his head at your words. "Promise?"
"She's like a mother hen to that boy." Jin laughs. "It's nice."
Yoongi nods his head in agreement. He had his own speculations about you and how a woman knew so much of their lifestyle - yet you proved to not be a threat to them. Jungkook opened up to you easily, and that boy never opened up as easily as he done with you - especially you being the opposite sex. Namjoon was smitten with you. Even if he pretended to be annoyed at your intoxicated appearance now, the faint grin on his lips is glad that you're having fun.
Namjoon opens his arms and you fall right into his lap. The room is still spinning but you could do nothing but inhale his scent. The act of being in a room with other men leaves your mind completely. All you could do was nuzzle your nose into Namjoon's neck and inhale. "You smell good." you mumble against his neck, your breath tickling his skin.
"Y/N..." Namjoon swallows a lump in his throat when he feels your lips on his skin. "...we can't-"
"You never denied me before." your tongue licks the nape of his neck and he feels himself growing hard in your embrace.
"I think it's our queue to go." Yoongi stands as does Seokjin. "Y/N. Welcome to the family."
You beam in return in having Yoongi's approval.
"Shit." Jungkook curses. Now he had to handle Jimin, Hoseok and Taehyung alone as he was the sole sober person. "Let me find Jimin-hyung then I can drive us home."
You don't acknowled Jungkook leaving. When you hear the door close, you rise from Namjoon's lap and set both legs on either side of him. You drukenly unclasp your bra and throw it aside.
"Y/N-"
"Please fuck me." you moan, pressing your lips upon his.
Namjoon himself wasn't sober now and he's fighting the urge to do what you say.
"I want you to make me cum before Kookie comes back." you beg. "Something quick."
"Quick?" Namjoon hisses, hands laying on your hips. "You want me to fuck you?"
You nod with urgency and Namjoon's fight is lost. He pushes you off of him, fingers digging into your pants and thrusting them down. He drops them at your ankles and you kick them off. Luckily Taehyung was now asleep and Hoseok was long gone.
Namjoon wraps his hand around your throat. You stand straight as he places two fingers against your clit and begins to rub. "How are you so wet already?" he groans.
"Wan' your cock." you murmur, eyes closing at the sensation. "I need it now. Please, Joonie?"
Namjoon hisses. You were always stubborn and impatient. He pushes you into his chair. He spreads your legs apart and undo's his belt.
The sight of his cock springing out has your mouth watering. Namjoon doesn't waste valuable time. He spits into his hand and rubs his cock before entering you. He visibly shudders at how amazing you felt. Your minds are beyond intoxication and forgot the main thing you two always used - a condom.
Namjoon pounds into you - his mind is asking how someone could be so wet, warm and tight. His thumb plays with your clit as he pounds inside of you, only making you wetter by the second. "You just couldn't wait, huh?"
Your hands place themselves on Namjoon's hips as he fucks you. Your body is crashing into the chair with each thrust, sending said chair back and it scrabs against the floor. You're loud, moaning his name without a care. Hoseok and Taehyung were drunk, and even if they woke up and saw - it wasn't going to stop Namjoon from fucking you like you wanted him to.
"Your cock is so..." you bite your lip when you feel Namjoon's thumb quicken its rub on your clit. "...you're fucking me so good, Joonie!"
Your breasts are bouncing aggressively as a result of his pounding. Namjoon wraps both hands on your breast and squeezes them. "We're going to get caught if you don't cum soon, baby."
"Let them watch." you managed to flip Namjoon back to sitting on the chair. You sit onto his cock, gasping at how deep it felt.
Namjoon shakes his head. You start riding at an alarming pace, your stamina is amazing. You place both hands on his shoulders as you bounces against his cock.
Your goal was to reach your high - and if Namjoon came along the way made it even better. You were wet, dripping down his thighs at each bounce. You were now screaming out with only one goal in mind.
"You're riding me so good, baby." Namjoon sends a slap upon your ass. "Turn around."
Namjoon just adores the way your ass bounces against him - it was his all time favorite sight. When he opens his eyes and has the chance to witness you sliding his cock into you, ass shining - he's near cumming. He could never last when his view was this beautiful.
You continued your pace, hands now holding onto the small table in front of you. Namjoon's hands gripped both ass cheeks, eyes never blinking at the way you bounce your ass against him. You were so wet and perfect - his cock was now a nice creamy color.
"S-Shit!" Namjoon bites down on his bottom lip as he cums right inside of you - you were riding out your own high, juices mixed with his cum dripping out of you and onto his thigh.
Yall fall against the table, not moving to take Namjoon's cock out of you - even if it was slowly - very slowly - softening.
"You two couldn't wait to do that?" Jungkook hisses as he enters the room with a drunk and giggling Jimin. He covers his eyes with his hand and releases a frustrated sigh. "Get dressed. We're leaving."
It was national news when SVT - what was remaining of them - and G7 were arrested by Government officials, mainly those coming from outside of the country. The amount of helicopters littering the skies for hours was nere wrecking - it has Bangtan sending all their men away to said ports for extra precaution.
In the end, SVT and G7 were no longer a threat to Bangtan. They were raided and now all awaiting a long trial for those who survived the war between SVT and G7. You had a front row seat to it all - it being viewed live on the news. It reminded you back in the states with the O.J Simpson case - you sometimes go back and watch the footage on youtube.
With two major families down only meant Bangtan grew. What was once belonging to the two fallen families now belonged to Bangtan - and you soon come to regret working on the inside. More men were recruited and more products were coming and going from their ports and warehouses. Security was tighter and it made it more difficult to bring outsiders in.
Namjoon kisses your forehead. "You did it baby." he murmurs against you. "It was your idea to escalate the war between SVT and G7."
You swallow. That was months ago - and now you feel sick to your stomach.
You're unsure why your feelings were changing. You needed to talk to someone - anyone that didn't belong to Bangtan. Monthly, you check in with your captain to ensure you're alive. You were the one that gave the "anonymous" tip to where SVT and G7's warehouses were located. You could have went as far as told them Bangtan's.
But you didn't - not even with the amount of evidence you had. You blame no one but yourself - blame yourself for becoming close to these men. Jungkook reminded you of a puppy who did whatever you told him to out of admiration and respect - yet the amount of weight he moves through Korea alone reminds you that even someone like him could be a criminal.
Namjoon and you often went on museum dates with one another - so much so that his home began to appear like said museums, yet you couldn't forget your reasonings for being in Korea in the first place. You were allocated for your part in taking down 2 major families - so much so that you were expecting to be awarded whenever you returned.
You were unsure if you had any desire to return back to the states. You did enjoy your life in South Korea, yet you couldn't stay here. You were afraid that your mind was altered from reality - you were growing to enjoy your stay with Bangtan. Jungkook and Jimin were like the little brothers you never had - Namjoon was the partner you always wished you could have.
But it wasn't real - not when you were undercover attempting to take Bangtan down. You hated yourself as time went on when you woke up besides Namjoon and enjoyed his warm and tight embrace. You loved the sex he gave you - filled with passion and pure lust, not like the hookups you endured during your time back home. It was geniune - real, for something that's fabricated on your side.
"We have to get ready to leave soon." Namjoon stands from his seat besides you. "And we still need to pack."
You nod your head. Jin's wedding was today being held in Japan. He'd been gone for a week now and Namjoon and you were going to be the last ones to arrive. You weren't feeling great about going outside your home while sick - but you wouldn't miss the opportunity of seeing Jin being married. It was going to be the last event you attended with Bangtan before you made your leave.
You yourself had no plans of returning to the states, that would be far too risky. With the background check Namjoon did, you could see where you'd live prior to Korea. While they were good on making sure your records were private, Namjoon still had access to basic information on you.
Your plan was set into motion. You've managed to save a good amount to be comfortable for a bit before you felt as though it was safe returning to the west. You would be considered rogue - you had no intentions of advising your captain of your plan.
Nor did you intend on going against Bangtan.
The flight to Japan was a quiet one. Namjoon assumed you were tired and allowed you to rest. The ceremony was only a few hours away yet he wanted to spend it with you. He promised to show you to one of his favorite museums and restaurants that he frequented whenever he was in the country.
As you and Namjoon looked at a piece in the museum, he speaks besides you. He tells you the history of said piece with such passion in his voice that it makes you sick. You could feel your stomach rumbling and tightening and your mouth begin to water.
You appeared less than appealing when you vomited everything into the nearest trash can - you couldn't even make it to the restrooms. A few people had stared at you but moved out of the way as you released everything from your stomach.
"Are you alright?" Namjoon pats your back. "Was it something you ate? Do you need to go back to the Hotel?"
You spit and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. "No." you shake your head. "Continue talking about the artwork."
Namjoon stares at you. "You...vomited, Y/N. I think you're still feeling sick." he sighs, touching your head and cheeks. "You don't feel warm. Maybe we should visit a doctor?"
You shake your head and sigh deeply. "I'm fine just a stomach bug probably." you insist. "I want to continue our...date? Is this a date?"
Namjoon chuckles. "I suppose it is." he responds. "But there will be many more. We can come back here whenever you want - even after the ceremony." Namjoon is still rubbing your back comfortably. "We can go anywhere you'd like for our dates."
You could vomit again just by his words, but you manage to hold it back. Your heart is swelling and you even fight back tears. You couldn't cry and appear suspicious - he'd know something was wrong and it would do nothing but foil your plans.
"Okay." you nod. "I'm sleepy."
"We can go home and rest before the ceremony." Namjoon nods understandingly. "If you're too sick to attend, Jin-hyung won't mind."
"I want to attend!" you respond - maybe too quickly. "I'll be fine, I promise."
Namjoon had to remove himself from the rest of the family after he came back to the Hotel room to find you gone. He had - upon arrival - assumed you were in the bathroom. But once he realized that the room was eerily quiet and your bags were gone, he feels his blood run cold.
The ceremony was a success and you appeared content enough to be there. You mingled with Jungkook and Jimin - and even spoke to Yoongi's girlfriend and Jin's wife. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary with you. Yes, you were sick and had been for a little over a month now - yet you insisted that you were fine and everything will blow over.
Namjoon doesn't waste any time in calling you - but you never answer. He doesn't tell anyone what he's going through - this wasn't about him at the moment. It was Jin's wedding - he had just came from the bedding ceremony ready to come back to you.
Only, you weren't here - and he had no idea where the hell you went or even how far you've gone.
Namjoon trusted you. You never gave him a reason not to. You always answered his texts and calls at a reasonable enough time and you never told any lies that he can think of. You were an open book - assisting in whatever you could while in Bangtan that Namjoon never had a reason to check your phone.
Until now.
Yoongi had hacked into it months ago when you were new. He didn't trust you as easily as the rest had - but Namjoon trusted you and to him, that's all that matters. He had access to your phone whenever he truly needed it, but he never checked. It was privacy, of course, and he respected your privacy. You never truly gave him a reason to ever check your phone.
Until now.
And realizing that he was nothing but a pawn in your hands has him fuming.
He read through countless emails you were sending to who he assumed was your superior - all going into detail about SVT and G7. There was limited evidence against Bangtan - but by the emails he read, you were sent to Korea for Bangtan - SVT and G7 was just the cherry on top.
Namjoon's heart feels heavy and for the first time in years he cried - angry tears pooling down from the corner of his eyes. It was pathetic of him to cry over you - a woman who didn't love him. You came into his life as a woman who was too good to be true - an undercover sent from the west. The realization that you knew more than what you should've as a stripper - understanding your ways around firearms and the ability to not feel queasy while you cut the thumbs of their enemies.
Namjoon scoffs. You used him to get what you wanted - what your plans were now he was unsure about, but he did know that you hadn't spoken to your superiors in a few weeks. By the looks of your location, you were headed North - about an hour away from where he was now.
Namjoon never put his hands on a woman before. They were fragile beings - his mother raised him to respect all women, even those in the Brothels. His mother raised him to be caring towards women - to always cherish and protect them.
But now, as he learns who you truly were and just how horrid your intentions were - he wants nothing more than to take your life himself. He was fueled by nothing but emotions, his heart yearning for you while his brains wanted you dead.
Finding you wasn't going to be a difficult task - as long as he had your location, he'd always find you. Ji-Yong drove to the location without asking any questions and Namjoon had an hour and a half to think of what he was going to say to you - how he was going to finally face you. Would he break down and cry once he seen the woman he loved?
Love.
Namjoon did love you - as sad and pathetic as it was. Can you love someone after a short amount of time? For months he considered you to be the first woman (outside of his mother of course) that he'd kill for. There was no questioning what he was willing to do for you if you'd ask him to.
Namjoon's unsure how he'd react when he was face to face with you. Would you continue to lie to him or face him for who you truly were? Did you feel the way he felt - or was everything a lie? Was the sex not as passionate for you as it was for him? Did you not enjoy waking up in his arms each morning - the dates he took you on?
"Namjoon-ssi?" Ji-yong calls. "We're here."
An hour and a half had gone by already? Was he that consumed in his thoughts that the car ride appeared to be 10 minutes?
"Wait for me here." Namjoon responds. He opens the door and steps out. You're in a motel - a run down motel. You could afford better - he'd given you a great amount of money throughout your time with him. No doubt you took whatever he gave you and planned your escape.
Namjoon makes his way in, no one is seated at the front desk at his arrival, but he wouldn't have cared either way. Your room is just down the hall to the right.
Namjoon stands outside your door for 10 whole minutes. You're silent on the other side - just as silent as he was. Maybe you were asleep - he's not sure.
The door was locked, but easily unlocked with a quick swipe of his credit card - cheap motels didn't have safety precautions.
You weren't asleep - you were showering. He can hear the sounds of the running water hitting against the shower floor. He strolls silently through the small motel room, his eyes straight at you. You left the bathroom door open, the clear curtains showing the water dripping from your body.
Your back was towards him - the memories of him and you showering together while laughing and joking flashes through his mind. You didn't care for him - it was all a lie. A fabricated lie to get through him and to his family.
You met his mother - she liked you. She didn't speak directly to you, but she liked you. She told him constantly that the two of you would be married and you'd give her a grandchild. Namjoon can only laugh at just how wrong her palm readers were.
Namjoon snatches the shower curtain aside and yanks your hair. You scream, frightened at the sudden impact. He slams you against the bathroom floor and your hands barely manage to catch you.
"You lied to me!" Namjoon hisses, eyes burning with rage.
You don't respond. You're vulnerable - naked and scooting to get away from him.
"You never loved me, Y/N. You used me to get to Bangtan, right?"
How did he know this?
How did he find you?
"Answer me!" Namjoon screams, the veins in his neck pusling.
"J-Joonie-"
"Don't call me that." Namjoon releases the gun from his hip and points it at you. "You never cared for me, Y/N."
You begin to cry. You're terrified - Namjoon was showing a different side to himself. This isn't the man you've known that took you on museum dates and walks through parks - he was deranged. Screaming and waving around a gun with pure rage in his eyes.
"I-I'm sorry." was all you could manage to say.
You've scooted out of the bathroom and now leaned against the bed - still naked. Namjoon follows you closely, gun never faltering.
"You're sorry for what?" Namjoon scoffs. "For pretending to want me for who I am? Or sorry for trying to take down my family?"
You were sorry that you've hurt him this much. You hoped by the time he figured out you were gone, you'd be far away that he would never be able to find you. You didn't understand how he found out about you, but you were positive that only one of you was leaving here alive.
"I loved you, Y/N." Namjoon's voice cracked at his words. "Was the police going to be there when we got back to Korea?"
You shake your head. "I-I never told them about-"
Namjoon drops the gun. He strides to you and yanks you up. You're on the bed, his hands gripping your cheeks roughly. "Don't lie to me, Y/N."
"I'm not lying." you trembled beneath him. Namjoon never scared you until now - you're unsure what he was truly capable of. One things for certain, being completely bare before a seething man frightens you more than anyone could understand.
Namjoon watches your tears fall, and he hates himself that he feels saddened. He doesn't like to see you cry - even when his heart was shattered at the revelation.
"Was it all fake?" Namjoon murmurs after minutes of dead silence. "The smiles and laughs? Our time together...? Was it all a lie for you to take me down?"
No - but you don't respond.
Namjoon wraps both hands around your neck - he squeezes it. He himself could feel the tears forming in his own eyes as he closes in on your throat. You're kicking and thrashing beneath him, gagging for air. But he can't care, not now - not when he and his family were threatened.
You knee him in the abdomen and Namjoon falls back.
"I'm pregnant!" you screech, kicking yourself away from him. You're gasping for air now, heart pumping outside your chest. "I'm pregnant," you repeat.
Namjoon is silent but his gaze doesn't leave you.
"You're lying to me." he shakes his head slowly.
"I'm not." you bring your knees to your chest - you're afraid of what else he was going to do and you were no match for him. "I found out a month ago."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Namjoon snaps - he was going to go insane.
"I didn't want you to find out. I didn't want anyone to find out." you're whimpering now. "I was going to go rogue."
Rogue.
"You weren't returning to the west?"
You shake your head.
"Why?" Namjoon doesn't want to believe you, not after all the lies he lived with for months.
"If I returned I'd have to tell them everything that Bangtan is about. If I refused I would be interrogated through cruel punishment." you respond. "If I went rogue...there was a possibility that they'd assume I died."
Namjoon inhales deeply. "Your plan was to take my child from me." he states. "And go rogue against your superiors and live your life constantly running."
"I had no other choice."
"Your choice was to choose me!" Namjoon hisses.
"I did." you hiss back, but it comes out as a hushed whisper. "That's why I left."
Namjoon gets onto his feet and your eyes watch his every move.
"Now that I know you're having my child, Y/N. I can't allow you to leave." Namjoon speaks.
"Are you going to kill me after I give birth?" It was a serious question that sounded absurd. "Because if so, I'd rather you do it now. It's nothing but a clump of cells at the moment."
"I'm not going to kill you." Namjoon's chest tightened. He never wanted to kill you. "You'll come back with me and raise my child. You've already gone rogue - you have no where else to run."
"You don't trust me anymore. Who's to say I won't betray you again?"
"I don't know." Namjoon answers truthfully. "But I do know that you're carrying my child and I won't allow anyone to harm you. You can come back with me and we can work on whatever our relationship was prior to this," Namjoon waves his hands around. "I won't tell anyone of you being an undercover."
"How would I explain my disappearance?"
Namjoon sits at the edge of the bed. He couldn't believe how easy it was for him to want you back once more - after all you've done to betray him.
"You were forced into being an informant by the organization. You gave them SVT and G7 but they wanted more." Namjoon speaks - easily as if it was the sole truth. "You refused to give Bangtan because of our love for one another so you ran."
You listened closely.
"I found you. You're pregnant. I forgive you. They will, as well." Namjoon licks his lips. "We'll get married before the baby is born and you're to remain by my side until death do us part."
"W-What about-"
"You're going to be dead as far as the Organized Crime is concerned. I'll send a death certificate in the mail to them, along with fabricated proof that you are deceased. Dental records and finger prints."
You're astonished by the plan. It was well thought out as if Namjoon didn't come up with it easily.
"If you betray me again, Y/N, I can't guarantee you won't be harmed." Namjoon warns. "You'll be my wife and you and our child will want for nothing. But I cannot have you going against me. Not again."
You watch Namjoon through hooded eyes. You couldn't stop the tears from falling harder now and you crawled towards him. You placed your head in his lap and Namjoon's unsure how you exactly feel about his plan, but he takes it as you agreed with it. He places a hand on your bare back as you cry. "Let's go home, Y/N." he murmurs when your cries turn to soft whimpers.
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Chasing Shadows | JJK
▻ Chasing Shadows
↳ Jungkook x f.Reader
⤜ Modern Day Sherlock Holmes AU
⤜ Best Friends Brother/Lovers
⤜ Rating: MA 🔞
⤜ WC: 21,511
⤜ Summary: Your job gets you into trouble sometimes. Who would have thought crime journalism would put so many targets on your back? But, it’s happening again, someone’s threatening you. Only, this time, it’s not just you that’s in the crosshairs. Your best friend, Enola, is out on assignment and can’t help like she usually does. So, what does she do instead? She sends her brother, Jungkook, armed with a magic bag, a charming smile, and deductive reasoning skills that prove his worth as one of the best PIs around.
With more at stake than ever before, what lengths will you go to in order to connect the dots and catch the bad guy?
⚠️ Death threats, breaking and entering, descriptions of violence, stalker behavior, talk of crime/criminals, oral f receiving, vaginal fingering, protected sex, nipple play, dirty talk, imagery that reflects choking but isn’t, guns, lots of foul language, scare tactics, talk of car accident from drunk driving, minor injury, mention of blood/wound, allusion to mild depression/self-reflection
Chapter 1: Cat & Mouse
Chapter 2: Hide & Seek
Chapter 3: Pause & Relax
Chapter 4: Crime & Punishment
This story is complete.
Part of the Bangtan Writers HQ 2022 “Christmas Love” Secret Santa Writing Event.
Written for @hisunshiine 💜
A special thank you to @downbad4yoongi & @jessikahathaway for beta’ing, keeping me on track, and helping make this come to life \(0^◇^0)/
Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad
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©️ 2022 ColorMePurplex2
#bts#bts fanfic#bts smut#bts au#bts jungkook#jungkook smut#jungkook x reader#sherlock holmes au#sherlock holmes jungkook#bts friends to lovers#bts best friends brother au#jungkook fanfic#jungkook has a dirty mouth#bts crime au#bts thriller au#bangtanwhq
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angel in the marble preview
pairing: michelangelo!jungkook x servant!reader
(set in 1529)
From up close one was bound to marvel at how handsome Taehyung was, but you didn’t need proximity to tell he was a prick. Miles away, you would’ve known. “Why don’t you come work for me, flower? I’ll make you my muse.”
Jungkook scoffed again, “What, for your horseshit paintings? She’d be a fool to.”
Taehyung turned around to face him, feigning confusion with a smile. “But, maestro, how could they be so if you were once heard saying that all I have in art, I got from you?”
"You naturally have to resort to plagiarising my master’s genius if all you do is horseshit,” you countered, earning surprised looks from every man present, some laughs too, you were proud to say. Jungkook was certainly smirking. Taehyung opened his mouth, but you walked past him uninterested before a response came out of it.
“Good girl,” Jungkook laughed while leaving the crime scene, and for some reason your cheeks burned hot.
#at 7k rn! only the smut left😛#bts au#bts fanfiction#bts x reader#jungkook x reader#without context i should specify it's not an actual crime scene#you just murdered tae lol
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lion and the fox IV — jjk
Plot: In a turbulent world of crime and intrigue, a fiery journalist makes an unlikely alliance with one of the country’s most notorious bosses.
Pairing(s): Mafia Boss!Jungkook x Journalist!OC (Name: Belle)
Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+
Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series
Word Count: 2.8k
Genre: Mafia AU | Vintage (1940′s vibes) AU
Tags & Warnings: crime, violence, sexual content, forced prostitution, mild scenes of harassment, some misogynistic behaviour, mentions of war, heavy mentions of drug use, infidelity.
Authors Note: Part 4 is here! I’ve really enjoyed writing this series again because it’s a change from fantasy stuff and mafia aus are my weakness. Hope you like this one and let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: Please note that while some historical research has been done for this story, the MAJORITY of it has been altered in some way with creative liberties to match the themes and motifs of the plot.
Married couples often fell into a routine of comfort with each other eventually. His parents told him time and time again of this magical phenomenon, trying to strengthen their reasoning for marrying him off at fifteen years old. You eat together, you sleep in the same bed, be in one another’s air, love will bloom. So he and Gaia went off on this quest. Two teenagers stood in the ceremony, their skin still plump from childhood and their eyes barely taken in the horrors of their family business just yet.
Jungkook was expected to be the most excited. Boys are mad over girls, no matter which one, his uncle once slurred at him. He couldn’t understand what was being told to him at the time. Even now, he wasn’t sure. Jungkook liked girls but he knew for a fact, he wasn’t mad over all of them.
Every morning, like a calculated dance, Jungkook and Gaia would kiss in their bed. As the sun bladed through the curtains, Gaia was already on top of him. Mornings were really the only time they could do this before work took him into a vacuum. Jungkook was comfortable with Gaia, he knew this much. Each pearling of sweat, heavy breath, twitch and moan, he knew like the back of his hand. Did that necessarily mean he loved her though?
Any person who was observant could know these things. Wasn’t love something deeper? Or was that thought just a naïve part of himself coming back to life?
This morning had a different spark. His mind began to take him on a journey deep into his imagination and Gaia began to change. Her cheeks began to plump slightly and her eyes were rounded, chestnut brown hair darkened and her eyes were turning from a lime green to a deep hazel. Some sensible part of him quietly panicked at this vision.
Jungkook knew he wasn’t supposed to be thinking it but he found himself unable to stop. Fingers dug into her hips, it felt just like hers. Comfort became impatience, fluttering like butterflies in his stomach. He melted into Belle’s touch, happily being vulnerable rather than just comfortable.
As the impatience overwhelmed him, Jungkook whipped them around so she was below him. Somehow even in this position, she led him. Their fingers intertwined and their lips hovered hotly over each other. He wanted so desperately to prolong this foolish vision but he knew it had to end eventually. Reality wouldn’t allow this. He will wake up to one person and one person alone. His parents had decided that long ago.
Even in gentle thrusts, Jungkook felt himself unravelling at the sight of her. Her pretty wrists were trapped under his hands as she opened herself to him. She reveled in the pleasure but also smiled at him mockingly. You’re one of the most powerful men in the country. Yet you can’t have me the way you want. He could hear those words, spoken in her voice to him.
His body trembling, Jungkook tipped over the edge with pleasure, spilling inside her. It was when the clarity began sinking in that her face disappeared. Without warning and without time being given, Jungkook was brought back to reality. The reality was beautiful in every sense but now he knew for sure, that true madness wasn’t a vague spread of feelings. But a specific, gut-wrenching goal even heightened physical pleasure couldn’t manipulate. The realization of this terrified Jungkook greatly.
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After their morning session, the servants prepared a lush breakfast at the courtyard. They were welcomed by the warm sun and fresh tea with pickled vegetables, hot rice, grilled fish and fermented soybeans. Gaia wore a beautiful sundress with chrysanthemum print, the transparency of her hat cast a soft glow on her face. Jungkook resorted to wearing a simple shirt and some suspenders, since he had too many meetings today.
Breakfast was often quiet with minimal, surface-level conversation.
Jungkook would give a brief glance at Gaia when she poured a small shot of vodka into her tea and that ticked the box for their most interesting interaction. His wife was a fascinating person when she worked.
Niether of them were very good at domestic life, however. Their parents had no such life and that was the continued legacy, mostly by accident since most of them didn’t know where to begin.
Although, Gaia opted to speak something Jungkook wasn’t prepared for. “You finally found someone, darling.”
Jungkook was mid-chew on his fish when she said this. “Sorry?”
Gaia chuckled softly through her nose, taking a gentle sip of her tainted tea. “It’s that journalist girl, isn’t it?”
“Sorry…I was tired.” Jungkook blurted the first response that came to mind without stuttering like a fool. Part of him even worried that Belle may enter the household at any moment during this conversation.
She shook her head. “I don’t mind you letting off steam somewhere else so long as you’re keeping safe as we promised. However, I don’t appreciate being a toy while you’re thinking about someone else.”
“Do you think about other people when we’re in bed?”
Her hand paused for a moment in thought. “Mornings are for you. I know how to keep promises.”
They never addressed the heavily formal way their marriage was set up. Not so plainly during breakfast. Jungkook wasn’t sure how to feel about what gate he just opened.
“Either way, you’re good in bed. So it’s not a loss.” Gaia shrugged, soothing some light into what could’ve been a dark place in their shaky matrimony. “My suggestion is if something like that consumes you so much, you should at least give it a practical try.”
“It’s not that simple.” There was so much at stake if he kept being vulnerable with her. He was already softened whenever Belle was around. To break so much etiquette in a time when Jungkook needed to watch his back was asking for death. Yet a small part of him wanted to risk it. Just a little.
Gaia hummed, happily showing how unconvinced she was. “Suit yourself, boss. Is there any assignment you want to put me on today?”
Like a bag of bricks dropped on his already aching head, Jungkook remembered all he had learned about his wife. Rosyne still had to confirm any suspicions, but that didn’t mean the thought wasn’t eating at his stomach.
“No assignment today.” He shook his head, feigning a smile.
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Congratulations flurried across Saja Ilbo after the factory infiltration. Flowers flooded Hoseok’s desk and even her work space crowded with admirers, flailing over the new star journalist. Belle saw a glimpse of Hoseok’s helpless face as he peeked over his partner. But she knew this was a better time than any to go back to the Jeon-Takahashi estate. Hansuke was always distracted when a new famed writer came into play and he sure as hell wouldn’t realise Belle was gone.
Giving a playful smile to a betrayed Hoseok, Belle rushed out in haste.
The possibility of Gaia liaising with a spy was all too heavy on her shoulders. She couldn’t imagine how Jungkook must be feeling. How Gaia herself must feel. Her thigh began to ache, prickling and calling out for another dose but it still wasn’t time. Hoseok kept a tight hand on her medication.
On good days, Belle was grateful but right now, it was nothing short of torture. The sight of the emptied cherry blossoms somewhat calmed her. Winter would be harsh but at least she could take the cold air into her lungs, refresh her without that looming stress of getting more satiation than she needed.
The guards recognized her and she walked comfortably through the circular gate. Although what she didn’t expect was seeing the woman herself in such short notice.
Belle couldn’t even take the time to gather herself before Gaia caught her gaze.
Dark, painted lips stretched into a smile that revealed no real emotion. Except for a chill down her spine. She walked slowly, taking Belle’s form in as if she could detect where all her weaknesses were.
Exposing Jungkook was one thing but Gaia was a Takahashi. There was a line that journalists couldn’t cross in this country and Belle was practically stomping on it.
Denying that Belle was fearful would be foolish. Nevertheless, she returned a smile. “Morning, Mrs. Takahashi.”
“Morning, darling.” Gaia curled her slender fingers together, like a snake’s tail enclosed on its victim. “It’s good you came over early today. Your expertise seems to be well-needed by my dear husband.”
“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.” Belle shook her head.
Gaia hummed, her eyes showing no glint or glimmer. “He likes you quite a bit. Haven’t seen him this way in a long time.”
Brows furrowed. “Define like.”
Gaia paused for a moment, almost curious. Maybe it wasn’t a response she expected or maybe it was a trap she laid but just couldn’t latch onto Belle. Either way, Belle saw a first glimpse of the powerful lady looking taken aback. “He imagines you in the most delicate of situations.”
Belle forced herself not to look shocked, keeping a softened smile. “Thank you for telling me, Mrs. Takahashi. I’ll keep it in mind.”
Gaia chuckled, tapping Belle’s shoulder. “You got a good poker face. We should play sometime.” She walked past her, leaving melodic laughs trailing behind her.
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Jimin didn’t have time to go to Marionette Hotel today. Gaia succumbed to a crude way of meeting with a lover which was to drive deep into woods and whisper in the backseat. The traditional way of having lovers. Her mother used to do it, now she was following in those footsteps. Though it was rather intimate, this setting. Their faces so close together allowing the scent of tobacco to swirl in the air around them, mixing with perfume and cologne.
“I hope this isn’t a way for you to end it off with us,” Gaia joked. That miniscule, pesky part of her often worried genuinely but she knew how to shut it off.
Jimin’s eyes softened sweetly, his fingers trailing the curvature of her cheek. “No. Work has just been suffocating for me, is all. I wanted a change of scenery.”
“An enclosed car to cure suffocation?” Gaia chuckled. “I’m happy you didn’t try to leave me.”
“Why are you so worried about me leaving suddenly?” His voice was so gentle and tender that Gaia felt herself melting into it.
Perhaps, some little nagging pull in her belly indicated a fear. A fear of being the one who wasn’t wanted. Perhaps in some way, Gaia didn’t like Jungkook’s change in behaviour. Perhaps she also didn’t like the look in that journalist’s eyes. “My husband has found a favourite.”
Jimin raised a dark brow. “And you’re jealous of her?”
“Not necessarily. More…of a concern. If I cheat, it’s normal. People of my birth often get away with worse things in this country.” Gaia scoffed. “Jungkook can have lovers but if he steps too much out of line, it’s rebellion.”
“It could just be a fleeting attraction.” Jimin shook his head. “Don’t worry so much.” His fingers trailed down her neck, targeting the spot he always kissed. Then he did. He knew it calmed her down, the soft and warm touch that brought shivers down her spine.
Even the seconds weren’t wasted between them. Jimin pulled her Gaia onto his lap, her lipstick smudged on his neck and jawline as she sunk into him. Heat gathered and steamed the windows. Pearls of sweat and humidity formed on their skin, soaking into their clothes as their movements grew hasty like they had only a minute more left before the world ripped them apart.
Gaia’s comfortable bubble when she noticed a figure watching them from the bushes. What was supposed to be a moment of comfort turned to dread when she stopped moving.
Jimin cupped her cheek. “What’s wrong?” He whispered.
“Someone’s watching.” Gaia kept a close eye on the spy but they seemed to immediately catch that she knew of their presence. “Goddammit.” She pulled out the gun from her purse and stomped over to the spy, shooting them right in the leg so they plopped helplessly to the ground. “I’m not some mere actress you can stalk freely, boy!”
Boy was the right word. Spies who had minor tailing tasks were often young. Maybe if Gaia were a little less accustomed, she’d feel guilty but not today.
What did shock her was that this wasn’t just any spy. He was one of Jungkook’s boys.
“On whose orders are you working?” Gaia asked.
“Master Jeon, madame. He made me do it.” Every word in his voice trembled which only angered Gaia further. Not only did Jungkook try to spy on her but he got a small puppy to do it, as if she was some minuscule pawn in his game.
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The desk was full of newspapers and articles covering the prostitution ring bust. It was always a sigh of relief for Belle whenever she saw these headlines. Although in this scenario, she aided one criminal gang to expose someone more evil. She got herself into a strange, awkward valley between the evil and the lesser evil. However, calling Jungkook ‘evil’ became a stretch the more she spent time inside the household. In some ways, Belle imagined Jungkook as a porcelain king on the chess board. He was important and without him, the empire would fall but he was also vulnerable, unable to make any moves that won’t expose him for more danger.
Breaking her trance, Jungkook placed a sleek black typewriter on the table, pushing aside the newspaper. “This is for you.”
Belle was rarely left speechless. She gazed at the typewriter that was brand new, shining and had a gold ‘B’ engraved. “You’re joking, right?”
“It’d be a very boring joke if it was,” Jungkook chuckled. “This way you don’t have handwrite everything. Unless you prefer that.”
“No, no.” Belle actually stammered, feeling stupid for not predicting something like this. “Uh—thank you. It’s very beautiful.” She traced her fingers across the previous untouched keys, unable to hide the excited smile on his face.
“It’s my thank you for helping me find the rat using my name,” said Jungkook as he rolled up the sleeves of his crème shirt. His suspenders had pretty engravings of rubies to match the red cloth.
“You helped me too.” Belle pressed onto the keys gently at first, hearing the clicking and clacking echo in her ears like a warm hug.
Jungkook sighed softly, leaning against the edge of the table. “It’s also another way of me officially apologizing for my behaviour.”
“Did you hear anything about Marionette Hotel?” She asked, voice soft as she watched him look more vulnerable in her presence. The king turned porcelain in front of her, so easy to break yet some part of her wanted to protect it.
“Rosyne’s still looking into it.” Jungkook shook his head, eyes growing soft and meek. “I also—sent a spy. I didn’t want to but I want to make sure.” He rubbed his face.
Belle placed her hands behind her back. “Is the stress making you—hallucinate perhaps?” Her voice turned extremely soft. Not vulnerable but smooth like a flowing fountain of sweet chocolate.
For a moment, the porcelain king looked like Belle had lost her mind. But the slight horror that twisted on his usually confident face brought a warm excitement in Belle’s stomach.
Jungkook scoffed. “Of course, she told you.”
“I’m very flattered, if it’s worth anything.” Belle tilted her head, only just realizing how close they were standing. And how much taller he was compared to her. The heat of his skin radiated with the musky scent of cologne. In the cold, the fragrance was still fresh and thick in her nose.
His dark eyes flickered down to her painted lips. “Does that mean I have the chance to court you?” Jungkook’s voice became so low that it created a private bubble between them. Nothing else in the world moved but them.
Belle bit down her bottom lip, planning to step back from him but her body wouldn’t move out of the bubble. It was theirs. Intimate, warm and tantalizing. “Not a chance,” she whispered teasingly.
Sweetness spread across Jungkook’s gentle smile as he leaned in closer. Their noses just barely touching and their lips tenderly hovering over each other. “Are you sure?” It was so quietly spoken that it may as well have been inaudible. But Belle felt it deep in her gut.
She felt his lips touch hers, too soft for it to be considered one. Pleasure wrapped around her spine, gripping her until she melted into his touch.
The door clicked open.
In a jolt, Belle forced herself to step away and pretend to look at her new typewriter.
Rosyne walked into the room. The confident and collection consigliere had a worried expression twisted on her face.
“What happened?” Jungkook asked.
Her throat bobbed up and down as she looked between them. “We have a confirmation on Mrs. Takahashi.”
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Crimson Park (Chapter 15)
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Chapter 15
You paced the floor of your apartment that night, stopping at the window to stare over the park, then wandering back into the darkness. He was late - and you needed him to get there before Jungkook awoke to an empty bed.
You crossed the floor again and noticed two figures in the darkness approaching the entrance to the park. You weren’t expecting two, and it made your nerves race. That ungrateful fucker better have come through, and not tried to fuck you over. But then you realised who Mace was with - Zoya.
You made a pit stop at your bedroom door, peering in to make sure that Jungkook was still sound asleep, then you slipped out of your apartment, down the stairs and into the night as you made your way to the park.
When you found them, they were standing hand-in-hand, and you eyed the scene with skeptical curiosity.
"I took your advice. I'm leaving Dongnam. Tonight," Zoya said.
"That's good. But you shouldn't be telling me this," you glanced at Mace. "You shouldn't be telling anyone this."
"I know you said to come alone, but she has something for you," Mace spoke.
"I also told you not to say anything to anyone," you lightly warned him.
"I'm not going to rat you out, Y/N," Zoya said as she handed you a manila envelope. "I'm leaving for good - right after this."
You took the envelope and scanned the contents inside, keeping your expression neutral. "Where did you get this?"
"It sort of fell into my lap. Which honestly makes me a bit suspicious, so take that as your warning. But I figured I'd leave it to you to decide."
"Why are you helping me?"
"You helped that girl and I did nothing - I guess this is my atonement.
"Thank-you." You then turned to Mace. "And you?"
"It's in there too," he nodded to the envelope in your hand, and you went about sifting through it more thoroughly.
"Good work," you said when you were satisfied. "Consider us even."
The three of you stood around awkwardly, unsure what to do next.
"Well, have a good trip," you said to Zoya, then you looked to Mace. "Can I talk to you in private for a minute?"
He nodded and Zoya walked several paces down the path while you and Mace walked several in the other direction.
"You know you can't go with her," you said when you were out of earshot. "They'll come for you, and if she's with you when they find you, she'll be dead too."
"I'm not going with her. At least not right away. My plan is to go in a few months, lose my tail, and then we'll meet up."
"It's still risky, Mace."
"She gets that. I don't want to do this anymore. Surely, you understand that."
"But I would never drag someone else into it and put them at risk."
His lips formed a thin line. "Then what kind of life would I be running to?"
His question stunned you, although you should have expected that kind of response from a romantic like him.
"I shouldn't know about you two... because if they questioned me, I won't be sticking my neck out for either of you."
"I wouldn't stick my neck out for you either. But I know you know where I'm coming from."
"Just be careful. Don't take any shortcuts, and don't involve me in it."
"You know," he said slowly, "if you go through with this, and Dongnam finds out - you're not going to walk away."
"I know."
⁂
When Jungkook woke, he found you in the living room seated at your window table, the envelope under your hand as you tapped your nails over it in thought.
"What's that?" he asked.
"I'll tell you later," you scooped up the package and rounded the kitchen to empty your coffee mug. "I need to go pack. I spoke to the Chairman, and we're leaving in an hour."
"Why?"
"Because the sooner we leave, the sooner I can come back." He looked stiff, and frustrated, and you could tell an argument was brewing within him. "We don't have time to go over this again. Just be ready in twenty. We're taking the SUV."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, pushing his feelings aside and putting on his formal mask. But before you walked too far past him, he snatched you into his arms, and his lips and teeth sucked hard into your neck, making a popping sound when he released.
It hurt slightly, and you covered the spot which was now hot.
"Did you just give me a fucking hickey?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"You asshole," you punched his arm, then stormed off to your closet, hiding your blush and grin.
⁂
Jungkook pulled the SUV along the tarmac, which was lined with luxury private jets, stopping in front of Hangar 9.
You angled the mirror to look yourself over, smoothing strands of hair back into place, wiping the rim of your lip to ensure your lipstick stayed behind its line, then you stretched your neck and inspected the red and blue bruise Jungkook left you with.
"How did you do that so quickly?" you asked in amazement.
"I have many hidden talents I haven’t shown you yet."
"Stay here. Until we're in the air."
"Can I kiss you before you go?"
"You'll smudge my lipstick," you said bluntly, exiting the car.
The Chairman was waiting for you in the hangar, while his pilot and crew finished their inspections. In his unbuttoned shirt, linen pants, and shades, he looked like a bona-fide fuckboy, but not the type that peaked your libido.
"You look stunning, as always, Ms. Park," he greeted you with a sly grin. "Or, perhaps since we're going to be on very familiar terms soon, I should call you Y/N."
"You should not. Is there somewhere we can speak in private?"
"We can speak on the jet," he snapped his fingers at his man. "Please collect Ms. Park's luggage."
The Chairman placed a hand to your lower back and guided you onto the jet. When inside, you took a seat across from each other, and he posed himself as if a business negotiation was about to happen, and he was ready to play the game with you. Little did he know that you didn't play games, you just won them.
"You only brought one bag I see. I like that you're not planning on wearing a lot of clothes this weekend."
"You could say that."
"Did you like the gifts I sent you?"
"I did. I already fucked someone else in them, though. He wants me to extend his thanks. I hope you don't mind."
He kept himself poised, but a vein throbbed in his jaw, giving him away and giving you a lot of satisfaction.
"What is it you want to discuss?"
"Well, I want to personally inform you that you and I will not be going for a long weekend in Hvar together."
"Cute, but we made a deal. Dongnam wouldn't be pleased if he had to refund 2 million dollars and fallout with one of his biggest investors because one of his own can't keep her promises."
"That would be true, except he won't be returning the money, and he's never going to find out you and I ever had a deal in the first place."
"I was warned you were cunning, Ms. Park. But I, like you, run a very tight ship," he leaned back in his seat, completely unbothered. "So, give me your best shot."
"Well, at first, the idea was to blackmail you. Something classic... like embezzling, or some sort of tax fraud - which to be honest you and I both know you do - but, as you say, you do run a tight ship, so getting all that before we left would have been difficult. I mean, I am Crimson Park, so I got it anyway, but you are a rich, connected man - something like that wouldn't be enough. You'd just suffer a PR crisis then bribe your way out of it. What I needed was to get you on the bad side of someone who values loyalty over money. someone like Dongnam. So instead, I developed this whole elaborate scheme that proves you built a subsidiary as a front for the Cheonan."
You handed him over a set of forged documents. "Well, Ms. Park, I'd say this is very creative, but I'm not so sure he's going to believe you. Especially when I have so much money that is going to get him to listen to reason."
"Well, I was afraid of that, but as I was crafting this work of fiction, I found out that you did actually used to be in bed with them," you handed him another set of papers and photos. He didn't have an arrogant retort this time - or a retort at all, and you knew he was starting to sweat. "And, the reason why you're no longer in business with them, was because you ratted them out to the police. Dongnam hates rats. He loves to poison them. Seriously, I can list the number of people he's poisoned."
"This is irrelevant," he tried to hide his mounting fear. "They betrayed me first. I just landed the final punch."
"I doubt Dongnam would see it that way. Especially because of my last and most favourite thing I found out about you. Last night, something fell into my hands that really was the nail in the coffin - you don't mind the metaphor, right?" you gave him a sarcastic grin. "Turns out there are some other people who want you gone."
You handed over the rest of the envelope, and he began sifting through the photos, while you watched shock and panic consume him. "If that wasn't enough for him to mistrust you, how do you think he's going to feel after he finds out that you've been fucking his wife?"
"If you tell him, I'll fucking take you down with me."
"Cute. The thing is, I do actually have his trust. Perhaps it's because I've never fucked his wife. And yeah, he might not be happy about all of this auction business, but if he ever finds out, I'll expose you and get away with it with a slap on the wrist. You won't even come out of this with your head."
"Cunt."
"You should have heeded all those warnings about me, and just let me pay you back." You leaned back in your seat, making yourself comfortable in the squishy, leather chair, resting your feet on the table in front of him, exposing the length and tone of your legs - giving him a preview of what he'd never be able to touch. "Consider the money you paid the fee for my silence."
"You won't get away with this."
"Watch me. By the way, I'm taking your jet for the day. I'm going to the coast for brunch and a little shopping. Please inform your pilot of the flight change and have someone escort my driver to the jet."
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Jungkook stepped cautiously onto the jet, unsure about what he'd find.
"Y/N?" he called.
You were in the sleeping cabin, preparing to change into something more comfortable, but you abandoned that and strolled out to meet Jungkook in the seating area.
"Is everything all right?"
"Better than alright. The Chairman and I now have a new agreement. Plus, I've commandeered this jet for the day."
"How—" he began but was cut off as the captain entered the cabin and informed you he was ready for take off.
You took your seats and buckled in, Jungkook operating silently in a state of confusion and shock.
The jet pulled out of the hangar and turned down the runway. Soon you were in the air, and free to walk around and enjoy the jet's many accommodations, including the chocolate covered strawberries and expensive champagne debased by orange juice. Jungkook was a little quiet, still shook by the turn of events.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"You and I are going for brunch, and then shopping. They have fabulous stores there, and I'm going to teach you how to do Blue-on-Blue properly."
"Huh?"
"That's why I asked you to bring the SUV. We're gonna have a lot of bags to bring home."
"How did this happen?
"Turns out he set up a subsidiary as a front for Dongnam’s greatest rivals."
"Seriously?"
"No. I faked it. But these," you grab the photos and splashed them across the table, "would guarantee that Dongnam would believe me and not him."
"You were planning this for a while?"
"Yes."
"How long?"
You shrugged. "Since the beginning," you popped a strawberry into your mouth.
"Fuck, Y/N," he tossed the photos, stretched exasperatedly into his seat, and ran both his hands roughly through his hair. "I've been going crazy trying to keep it together. Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
You were a little surprised that he wasn't elated.
"I didn't know if my sources would come through on time, or if my threat would even work."
"But why didn't you tell me?”
"Because if they didn't, I would be on this plane, with him, right now."
"But why didn't you tell me, Y/N?"
You paused and thought about the real answer, hoping it was what he wanted to hear. "Because if I failed, it would've been spectacular. I would be humiliated, jetting off to be more humiliated, and disappointing you after giving both of us false hope."
"Why can't you just let me in?" Apparently, it wasn’t the answer he was looking for, and you felt a frustrated defensiveness begin to bubble inside you. "I would have helped you."
"I didn't need your help."
"That's not the point. I know you can handle yourself. But I can handle myself too - so long as I'm not in the dark. I could have supported you if you had just told me. I would have followed you instead of feeling useless and hopeless.
You weren’t sure why, but the image of Mace and Zoya standing hand in hand in the park came to mind. He was going to follow her, even though they both knew it was dangerous.
"I keep plenty of secrets, Jungkook. Especially from you."
"What does that mean?"
"It means you and I are just bedfellows. I'm not in this so I can bare my soul to you."
"You know you and I are more than that."
"No, we're not."
“What happened?”
"I already told you what happened."
"No, what happened between yesterday and today? What changed? Why are you being like this?"
You inhaled, filling your lungs, then took a few steps forward, pointing your index finger into the table in front of him, and looming over him to ensure he was hearing you. "You and I are just temporary. This won't go on forever," your statement was as serious as death. You then turned from him and walked back to the bar. "I don't need you getting attached."
"Well, I'm already attached."
"Then stop."
"No," he said with a thrash of petulance.
His defiance, his stubbornness, and his overall bumming out of the vibe really began to piss you off. You turned back to him, placing your hands on your hips, and shooting him a stern look. "Then I don't think we should sleep together anymore."
"I think otherwise," he was unrelenting, and it made you even more petty.
"Fine then, I don't want to sleep with you anymore."
"Psh.... yes, you do," he scoffed and laughed, completely calling you out.
You dug your tongue into your cheek, annoyed since you and him both knew he was right. "Well, tonight I don't," you retaliated.
"Well, that's fine, because Taesub is coming over - it would get awkward."
"What do you mean he is coming over?"
"His family is out of town again, and I was going to be depressed so we were going to get super drunk while I deflowered your kitchen."
"You mean he's coming over as in he's coming to my apartment?"
"Yes," he said matter-of-factly.
"You were just going to use my place when I was gone?"
"Yes."
You tilted your head at him, amazed he didn't care to hide it or even sweeten the blow. "Were you planning on taking over my bedroom too?"
"And your bathtub."
You scoffed, "You are insufferable."
He shrugged his shoulders, his aura bemused and no longer irritated. But then he softened, still having more to say about the serious stuff.
"Y/N, I don't want to play these games with you every time we get a little bit closer. I like you, you like me. We have great sex. You think I'm charming, and I think you're funny. Even if we are doomed, stop fucking worrying about it. Can you not just be here in the present and enjoy it while we have it?"
You chewed on your cheek, feeling the way he was peeling back your shell.
"You are not that charming," the last of your resolve fought back.
"See, you are funny," he raised a smug lopsided smile for you. "Look, neither of us are going anywhere for a while, and I don't need you worrying about me, or the decisions I might make for myself, or if I get attached... I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself. If I pulled this shit on you, you'd throw me out your window - you know you would."
You rolled your eyes but huffed out a "You're right."
"And I won't talk about feelings anymore if it makes you crazy, I won't even make you call me your boyfriend, even though obviously I am. But can you just try to go with the flow? And just let me in sometimes? At least the big stuff? Like, hey, your girlfriend found a way to get out of fornicating with some creep with a bunch of money. That would be something I think you could share with me."
You shuffled your shoulders, now a little annoyed he had gotten to you so easily. But you knew you wanted him to wear you down.
"I'm not your girlfriend."
"Sure thing," he mocked.
You looked to the ceiling, relaxing your mood and deciding to move on from this conversation.
"What are we making tonight?" you asked, a slight faux reluctance to your question.
"You're going to help?"
"Of course, it's my kitchen."
"But you never use it."
"That's because I can afford not to," it was your turn to be cocky.
What can you make?"
"Hot dogs and Kraft dinner. Sometimes cereal."
He looked at you sideways, unsure if you were joking. you were, but you liked watching him sweat - and, well, he liked that you're funny. "How about you just focus on the cocktails."
You sniffed a chuckle. "I make a really good creamy kimchi pasta and jalapeno popper chicken."
"Well, fuck, that sounds delicious - but Taesub already texted that he got groceries. But you are welcome to make that for me anytime."
"Only if you put your sour puss away and start appreciating all of this," you raised your hands and motioned to the luxury inside the jet. "Cuz, I won't accept you criticizing how emotionally stunted I am after I slaved away in the kitchen cooking for you."
Jungkook grabbed a mimosa and shot half of it down in one gulp, then inspected the flute as he judged the flavour.
"I do appreciate it."
"Good, because we probably have another forty minutes to go before we land - how do you feel about joining the Mile High club?"
"What makes you think I haven't already joined?"
"Excuse me?!"
He had a mischievous smile on his lips as he took another gulp. "I thought you didn't want to sleep with me?"
"I said tonight I didn't want to sleep with you. Right now, it's still morning. But I'm starting to change my mind about sleeping with you at all." He continued grinning, and you swiftly crossed the jet to him, grabbing a hold of his tie and yanking his face towards yours. "Have you ever fucked someone on a plane?" your question was a threat.
"Got an incomplete hand job on a carnival ride that looked like an aeroplane. Once. But I've fantasised about it a lot. Does that count?"
You snorted at the pathetic image, but it still made you jealous - at least you could one up the bitch.
"No. Now let's go."
"I'm not just a piece of meat you know," he feigned offence, although his pants were already tightening at the idea. But you played along.
You let out an exaggerated sigh as you unzipped the back of your dress., "All right, well..." You then pulled the dress off your shoulders, stepping out of it and tossing it onto the table in front of Jungkook. You then strutted past him in your slip, bra and heels, seemingly on your way to your suitcase in the sleep cabin to change. "Just know I can't promise we'll have access to a private jet anytime in the future."
"Point taken," he conceded, following quickly behind you. "Can we do it in the bathroom and pretend this is a commercial plane full of people?"
"We still have the whole flight home, Jungkook, just get the fuck in here."
"Yes, ma'am."
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pairing: actor!jungkook x actress!reader
genre(s)&au(s): enemies-to-lovers, slight fluff, angst, slight smut
summary: jeon jungkook is the show business’ golden boy ever since he rose to fame seven years ago. with a face sculpted by the gods, as well as oozing charisma and talent, it’s no surprise that he turns heads and steals hearts wherever he goes. but underneath that facade of the perfect man whom everyone adores and the highly acclaimed actor that every casting director wants to book, there are hushed whispers left and right that jungkook is a nightmare to work with. as the actress starring alongside jungkook in his upcoming drama, you have a front row seat to see if he’ll prove the rumors false, or if he’ll make the biggest project of your career go up in flames.
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title: love spilled canvas | by @caelesjjk
pairing: painter!jungkook x actress!freader
genre(s)&au(s): friends to lovers, angst, romance, smut
summary: fame isn’t everything it’s made out to be. the pressure to be perfect. the highest of expectations weighing on your shoulders, it all becomes too much to bear. when it all comes crashing down, you seek out the person who has always felt like home and take up refuge in his gorgeous apartment that’s more than far enough away from your movie star life. jungkook is a painter. the most talented one that you know. but what you don’t know, is that he’s been in love with you for years. so of course he lets you stay with him for as long as you need. but when he finally lands an exhibit at a very high end gallery after you’ve gone back home, the last person he expects to see walk in is you.
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title: sticky situationship | by @rkivian
pairing: tv host!jungkook x reader
genre(s)&au(s): fluff, crime au, crack, smut, great pretender au, the ugly truth au
summary: it isn’t lost on you, your local, hot shot tv host trying to distract you from the fact that he isn’t who everyone thinks he is, because he’s doing quite a terrible job. but… you might as well take advantage of it.
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title: not like the movies | by @here4btsfics
pairing: screenwriter!jungkook x reader
genre(s)&au(s): enemies-to-lovers, angst, smut, fluff
summary: the biggest mistake you ever made was in college when you hooked up with the one and only jeon jungkook at a graduation party. you two had hated one another since high school when he betrayed you, and sleeping with him was a moment of weakness. fast forward five years later, you’re a successful screenwriter, mainly for romcoms, and you just got an amazing opportunity to help write for a movie for a major production company. the only problem? jungkook was signed onto the project as well and you two have to work together without killing one another in the process.
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title: PR disaster | by @ughcore
pairing: actor!jungkook x publicist!reader
genre(s)&au(s): enemies to lovers, smut, comedy
summary: after a slow year in the business, you unexpectedly find yourself employed by Hit Ent, tasked with the unfortunate role of taming infamous rake jeon jungkook in preparation for a movie role that could make his career. with the intention of cleaning up his image, you aim to find him a respectable fake girlfriend, hardly expecting to find the task a whole lot more challenging than it seems - especially when you get to know the guy behind the headlines…
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Chasing Shadows | Cat & Mouse
↳ Jungkook x f.Reader
⤜ Best Friends Brother/Lovers
⤜ Rating: MA 🔞
⤜ WC: 5,989
⚠️ death threats, breaking and entering, stalker behavior, references to crime and violence
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“Another one?” you mumble to yourself as you twist your key and lock your door, heading out for work. Attached to the front of your door with a small sliver of clear tape is a dirty, brown napkin. There’s a grease stain on one corner and small spatters across the bottom edge. A red logo is distorted by the smear, but you can just make out that it says Rosey’s Place.
You grab a tissue from your bag and snatch the napkin down. Turning it over, you suck in a stilted breath. A crude drawing is etched in red and black ink across it. Though it’s a poorly executed image, you can clearly see it’s a cat eating a mouse. Very juvenile, but no less macabre. It’s offensive enough on its own, but add it with the other two scraps of trash with similar drawings on them that you’ve received over the last few days, and it has the hair on the nape of your neck standing on end.
It could just be some punk-ass kids playing a joke. But, in your line of work, you’re a bit more paranoid even when it comes to seemingly innocuous coincidences or harmless pranks. Criminal journalism is in your blood, but it also comes with an ingrained sense of overbearing self-preservation. Better to be cautious than be a victim. You write dark, yet wholly real, pieces on some of the largest crime heads in the world. Your articles aren’t exactly glamorous and flattering; you have plenty of potential enemies.
Sighing, you shake your head and wrap the tissue around the napkin and tuck it away into your bag for now. You’re heading into the office and the few extra minutes it would take to get back into your apartment and do something with the napkin are precious minutes you desperately need to grab a coffee.
Despite your own sense of self-awareness, you still aren’t always able to brush off that little bit of disbelief. Which is why you find yourself pulling out your phone and dialing your best friend.
“A call before eight in the morning, to what do I owe this pleasure?”
You smile and hit the button for the lobby in the elevator. “Hey, E. I wanted to run something by you. If you have a moment?” Being on the third floor, your ride down doesn’t take long.
She hums thoughtfully. “Always got time for you, babe. Lay it on me.”
“First, promise you won’t freak out?” you lower your voice as you make your way across the lobby and pass Henry at the front desk. He throws a hand up in greeting and you nod, giving him a small smile.
There is silence on the line for a moment. You know she’s having her own internal struggle not to instantly react to that preface. “You realize saying that only makes me want to freak out before I even know what you’re going to ask of me, right?” she finally says.
“Yeah, but, it’s not really all that big of a deal. At least, I don’t think so. That’s what I’m getting your opinion on, actually, determining if it is something that I should be freaking out about,” you explain with a shrug even though she can’t see you.
There’s a hint of suspicion in her voice as she responds, “I can’t promise that I won’t freak out. But, I’ll try to keep my head about it.”
“This morning as I was leaving, I found a crude drawing on a diner napkin taped to my door. This is the third drawing like this that I’ve gotten. It could just be some kids in the building being assholes, but I don’t know. What do you think? Nothing or…” you trail off, hoping you don’t sound completely paranoid.
“I see,” she sighs. “Well, what kind of drawings are we talking about here?”
You hesitate to reveal the truth, knowing it could potentially set her off. Maybe that’s the answer you need anyway, if you’re too hesitant to even tell her because you’re worried how she’ll react then it’s probably something you should be worried about. You called her because you value her opinion, both professionally and as your best friend.
“The first was from a ripped-up fast food bag, it had a hawk eating a rabbit on it. The second was a matchbook with a spider catching a fly. This last is on a greasy diner napkin and has a cat eating a mouse. All black and red ink, very crude and elementary, bordering on stick figures but still plain enough to determine what they are.”
A colorful swear comes down the line. “You expect me not to freak out? Babe, that’s straight out of weirdo stalker 101. My protective momma bear instincts are kicking in. I swear, if this somehow leads back to your damn job, I’m going to force you to quit. That fucking website gets you into way more trouble than my job ever has me.”
“Enola, you’re an FBI profiler. I’m just a journalist. That’s like comparing apples and oranges. You definitely take the cake in the trouble department. Don’t jump the gun here, it’s probably just nothing.” You hate to admit she has a point, though. You’ve found yourself in some rather unnerving situations over the years due to the nature of your job. But, she’s the one who actively seeks out the crazies with guns and intent to harm; surely, that means her job has more trouble. Though at least she also has a gun to point back at the crazies…you’re just armed with a laptop and the can of mace at the bottom of your bag.
Enola gives a soft, humorless laugh. “Let’s not start this conversation again. My opinion is that it’s something you need to be cautious about. I insist on you getting a door cam or something like I told you to months ago. Have you told Detective Jung about this?”
“My building has security. Henry would have mentioned if there was something weird going on, someone suspicious or out of place in the building. Which is all the more reason why I think it’s just kids being punks. It’s probably Ms. Abernathy’s kids, Cody and Riley. You know how much shit they get into around here. Just last week they flooded the basement trying to film some TikTok video. And, I did tell Hoseok,”—you emphasize his name—,” about it after the second one and he said that unfortunately there isn’t much that can be done over a few pieces of trash being taped to my door.”
She laughs again and you can practically hear her eye roll. “On a first-name basis with that asshole now? That’s a conversation we’ll have another time, I promise you that. Shit. Hey, look, I gotta go. I’m being summoned for a meeting with Director Connor. More than likely I’m going to be heading out on assignment soon, otherwise, I’d come over myself and we’d look into this together. What I am going to do, though, is text my brother your number. He’ll give you a hand and if it so happens to not be some kids in the building, he has the resources to take it seriously and get you the help the police refuse to provide.”
You consider refusing her brother’s help. You haven’t seen nor talked to him since you were teenagers and don’t want to impose on his life. But, you know it’ll be easier to just accept and placate Enola for the time being. “Thanks, E, you’re the best.” Your office building comes into view as you round the corner. The coffee shop you want to stop in is just across the street. “I’ll catch you later.”
“Hey, wait,” she stops you before you can hang up. “Listen, please be careful, okay? I know you don’t think it’s anything serious; but just, please, for me?”
The sincerity in her voice breaks down your walls a little. “Yeah, of course, always. I promise.”
Enola says goodbye and assures her brother will be reaching out to you sometime later today. The cafe isn’t very busy so you manage to get a coffee and make it into the office before most of your coworkers arrive.
Working for a major news outlet, specifically doing the criminal and justice spread, is everything you ever wanted in a career. Growing up, you devoured mystery and thriller novels which quickly developed into a love for true crime and murder mystery as an adult. You love watching true crime documentaries and listening to various crime podcasts.
Some of your closest friends work in adjacent fields. Like Enola being an FBI profiler and Hoseok being a detective with the local PD. They have a history together, which is why Enola is hard-pressed to show as little respect to Hoseok as possible right now. You can’t really blame her, he was a total ass. But, he’s really good at his job and you know he’d help you in any capacity that he could, if he could. The police department is just limited in what they really can do and the resources they can expend for a situation like yours.
Setting your coffee down on your desk, you settle into your chair and pull out your laptop from your bag. You tuck your bag into the bottom drawer of your desk and lock it before sliding the small key ring into your pant pocket.
“Morning, boss!” Taehyung, one of your coworkers, calls as he enters the office. You’re still getting used to that title— boss. It’s only something you recently acquired. Your last big exposé earned you a promotion to team lead editor. You’re now in charge of the entire crime and justice branch of The Scarlet Informant, totaling just under a dozen people.
You waggle your fingers around your cup at him as you take a sip from your coffee. “Morning, Tae, how was your evening?” Building rapport and a bond with your team was priority number one for you. Despite working with these same people for years already, you feel like you could be making more of an effort, especially now as their boss.
He slides into his chair and hides a yawn behind a fist. “Mmm, it was good. I had a meeting with a new lead for my Marshal story. I think I really might have something special.” Taehyung crosses his fingers and does a little shoulder shimmy in his chair. His black polo and navy slacks complement his slim frame. You catch the glint of a silver watch on his wrist. Taehyung, you’ve come to learn, has an extensive collection of watches, wearing a different one every day. “Is this what it felt like for you when you landed that key info on Nauvez? I still can’t believe your article ultimately led to his arrest. That’s like, the epitome of badassery.”
The tight smile that pulls at your lips feels weird. When you first published the shadow piece on Nauvez you had no idea it would actually help the LAPD track him down and make the arrest. You lucked out on putting together some breadcrumbs, talking to the right people, and somehow connected dots the police hadn’t. That’s how you ended up with your promotion; just pure luck, though everyone swears you deserve it regardless and you’re being far too humble.
You honestly don’t mind the promotion and intend to do your best no matter what. Your only fear is that you’ll grow to resent it. The last thing you want to be is stuck in a job you hate. Writing is your passion, your main hope is that you’re able to continue writing even when delegating to others. So far, it’s worked out fine.
“That’s wonderful. Just be sure to vet your sources thoroughly. We don’t do maybe’s or possibly’s, nothing but definitive reporting. Taking on a new source is its own balancing act. If it wasn’t for my resources, that Nauvez piece wouldn’t have been nearly as impactful.” You’re a firm believer in doing things the right way. No cutting corners or taking the easy way around a story. It’s important for people to get the facts, false information and the grey areas of crime reporting are extremely dangerous.
Taehyung laughs. “Wouldn’t dream of disappointing you like that. We have that meeting with Rigby later, right?”
“That’s right. It’s after the editor meeting. He wants to discuss the projections for next quarter. There’s also the new newsletter format he wants to roll out that needs some tweaking. I imagine Paris will have something to say about that,” you mutter, more to yourself than Taehyung. Paris is the office mean girl. She’s the team lead editor for the fashion and pop-culture columns. If she wasn’t so good at her job, you’re certain Rigby would have canned her by now.
“Good morning, fellow Scarleters!” The nasally pitch of Paris’ voice echoes down the hall as she prances through the office commons. “I grabbed bagels on my way in this morning, from that cute vegan spot on Seventh.” Her fiery red curls appear in the doorway to your team's office before her face does. “Hi, sweeties!”
You internally cringe at the saccharinity dripping from her words. “Morning, Paris,” you try to suppress the sigh in your tone.
“Hey,” Taehyung offers with a half-hearted wave toward the door. His desk is on the far side of the room, facing the large windows overlooking the cityscape.
Paris drops a white paper bag onto the corner of your desk. “Enjoy!” You nod in thanks, turning back to your laptop to make sure you’re prepared for the morning meeting. Long, red-lacquered nails tap against the top of your laptop screen. Paris leans in when you look up at her with a raised eyebrow. “I made sure to get the low-fat bagel option for you.” She says it with an overly sweet smile on her face. “Us girls gotta look out for each other, right?” Her eyes flick over what she can see of your body above your desk before sweeping out of your office space.
You’re still trying to reign in your desire to shove the low-fat bagel down her throat when Taehyung makes a disgruntled sound from behind you. “One day she’s going to get punched in her fake lips and I sincerely hope you’re the one that does it.”
That makes you laugh. The sudden mirth instantly puts you at ease. “Wouldn’t that be something?”
The rest of your office files in over the next few minutes and the space quickly fills with soft chatter and clacking keystrokes as everyone adds last-minute touches to their reports.
You quickly forget about Paris and her disgusting attitude. At least, until you’re heading toward the conference room and she falls into step beside you.
“You must be so concerned for Kat, huh?” she feigns a sad pout. But her words throw you off.
“Kat?”
As if the exaggeratedly appalled look on her face wasn’t enough, she flourishes a hand and presses it to her chest dramatically. “You know, Kat that works in your department. It’s terrible what’s going on with her brother. I can’t imagine having to put a loved one in a full-time care facility.”
Right. You had noticed she hadn’t made it into the office yet and had intended to check in but time got away from you. She asked a week ago to have the morning off for personal reasons today, which you granted. But, this is news to you. You didn’t know she was having to put her brother in a care facility, or that she even had a brother, to begin with. That is if Paris is even telling the truth; it wouldn’t be the first rumor she’s started in the office. Kat’s one of the few people in your department that has been a bit more reserved when it comes to opening up and bonding with you in your new position. So, for all you know it could be true, even coming from Paris.
“Right,” you mutter hoping she drops the need to spout gossip, especially considering it concerns one of yours and a situation you know nothing about.
She doesn’t stop, though, tacking on a very distasteful comment. “Paralyzed from the waist down, apparently. Poor guy probably can’t even get— Oh!” Paris staggers hard to the right, her shoulder smacking into the wall as you continue down the hall. “What the hell!?” she calls after you.
“Sorry, you were walking a little too close I guess. Hope I didn’t scuff your shoe,” you toss back, not giving her the satisfaction of looking at her while she huffs behind you.
You suppress a smile as you enter the conference room, Paris hot on your heels. “These are five hundred dollar shoes,” she hisses as she passes you to take her seat on the other side of the long table. Her pea-soup-colored eyes bore into you once she settles into her chair. You mouth ‘sorry’ and shrug a shoulder then turn and give Rigby, who’s seated at the far end of the table, your full attention.
“Good morning, everyone, let’s begin with our plans for next quarter.” Rigby pulls his wire-framed glasses down off the top of his head and onto the bridge of his nose. His close-shorn black hair is peppered with silver and his grey suit is fashionable but not flashy. He’s a great boss and you easily get lost in the conversation and ease of making plans for the next quarter.
By the time your editor meeting is over, it’s time for your team meeting. Rigby sticks around for it, listening in and giving his input as he sees fit. You welcome his direction, knowing he’s been working in the journalism and publishing field for at least as long as you’ve been alive. He’s the main reason The Scarlet Informant is as successful as it is.
As the meeting comes to a close, you impart a few words of advice for your team and dismiss everyone back to their respective desks. As Taehyung passes you, heading to the door, you pat his shoulder. “Hey, just a moment, if you will.”
He turns his brilliant smile on you. “What’s up, boss?”
“You’re pretty close with Kat, aren’t you?”
Taehyung bobs his head from side to side in a so-so fashion. “I guess. As much as two coworkers can be close. We don’t hang out outside of work, though. She’s quite shy and reserved. Total sweetheart, though. Why?”
“Paris mentioned something to me earlier on the way to our editor meeting. Do you think Kat would mind if I asked her about it?”
His smile slips. “Paris can’t keep her mouth shut can she? Kat’s a private person, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you asked her. She’s only told me a little bit about what’s going on. That red-headed she-devil probably was eavesdropping again.”
That would be classic Paris, putting her too-perfect-thanks-to-dr-whoever’s nose where it doesn’t belong. You make a mental note to approach Kat about it when she makes it into the office later; in hopes of getting ahead of gossip that might make Kat, being the private person she is, uncomfortable.
It’s a few hours later when you notice Kat slipping into the office. She keeps her head down, her mousy brown hair pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head and her horn-rim glasses barely staying on her nose. The muted orange cardigan she has on over a pale yellow floral dress looks vintage, especially paired with her toffee-colored loafers and white socks with lace trim. Kat has always reminded you of a librarian or maybe someone who runs an antique shop, quirky and soft in a cute way.
“Hey, Kat,” you chirp, trying to come off as light-hearted as possible as you approach her desk. “Did everything go okay this morning?”
Her large brown eyes drift up from the folder open on her desk. There is a moment where you’re certain you see a sliver of something resembling fear there but it’s gone before you can be certain. “It was fine.” She swallows hard, averting her eyes.
“That’s good to hear.” You’re not sure how to broach the subject, so you just go for it. “I heard something earlier, someone mentioned a potential reason you were needing the time off.” You pause, seeing if she’ll react to you mentioning gossip about her, but she just glances up at you from beneath her lashes. “I just want you to know that if you need additional time, I can work with your schedule. Family is important and I want to make sure you have everything you need in any way that I can.”
Her thin lips form into a soft smile but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Do you really mean that?”
“Of course,” you’re quick to assure. Taking care of your team is your number one priority. Plus, you’re big on a good work-life balance. So, if Kat needs time away to take care of her family, you’ll make sure Rigby has no reason to complain. “If you need anything, just let me know. Okay?”
Kat hums, rolling her lips between her teeth before nodding. She directs her attention back to the folder in her hand. “The Handler files, I’m just going over them again,” she says in a way that feels like she’s dismissing you. You can only imagine the morning she’s had, so you don’t push or question further.
“Right. Good luck with that, I’m sure you’ll find anything that may have been missed.” You rap your knuckles lightly on her desk before heading back to your own.
Getting lost in the demand of work helps with your own morning troubles. The greasy napkin in your bag is long forgotten. It’s not until you’re pulling your laptop out at home that you catch sight of it at the bottom of your bag. The text you got earlier from Enola’s brother still sits on your phone, unread.
You pull the wadded-up tissue and napkin out of your bag and set it on your dining table. The other two items you stashed away in your office. At first, you had tossed the fast food bag scrap in the trash. It wasn’t until you found the matchbook that you dug it back out and put them both away to think over at a later time.
Now seems like as good a time as any. Pocketing your phone, you head down the hallway to your office. It doubles as a guest room with a fold-out sofa bed. The space is cozy with your large L-shaped oak desk tucked into a corner so the window of the room sits just above the far edge of the desk.
You’ve been in here so many times you could navigate it in the dark, but you slap a hand on the light switch out of habit. The overhead light floods the room, the scene it reveals stopping you in your tracks.
“What the fuck?!”
One hand clutches the front of your shirt, and the other braces you against the wall as you stagger back. Your eyes flick over the far wall above the sofa, that’s now ripped to shreds; bits of fluff and fabric are scattered over the floor. There are black and white photos taped to the wall, some small and some as large as a movie poster. There are several words spray painted on the wall. Most prominent of all, though, is the ‘NO COPS’ in bright red right in the center.
As you take tentative steps closer, you make out some of the smaller photos. They’re all mostly candid shots, taken from a distance, of you, your family, and your friends. You recognize Enola, your parents, Detective Jung, and even some of your co-workers. The largest photo, centered on the wall, is a blown-up print from your promotion. Rigby has your hand clasped in his, you’re both smiling at the camera. Surrounding you both is your team, all frozen mid-clap as they cheer for you. Everyone, except for you, has large black Xs over their faces.
The pounding of your heart seems to vibrate through your entire body. You can hear the rushing thump in your ears and feel it tingling in your toes. A cold sweat prickles along the back of your neck.
There’s a stack of papers sitting on the remnants of the couch. From where you’re standing, you can see the top page has a format like one of your pieces for the Informant. Your fingers tremble as you scoop up the stack of papers and bring it closer to see.
There is a yellow sticky note tacked to the top. In a blocky scrawl, you read: ‘You have until the end of business on Friday to publish this. If you change anything about it, I’ll kill them all. If you don’t publish it, I’ll kill them all. If you go to the cops, I’ll kill them all. You ruined my life, it’s time for me to ruin yours.’
Under the sticky note, in large, bold print across the top of the paper is your full legal name. Below that, in the place of a subhead is ’The Monster Behind The Mask’. The first few lines have nausea rolling through your stomach.
‘This may come as a surprise to my readers; I have a confession to make. I’m a fraud. Everything I represent is a lie. I’m no better than the people I feature in my writing. I take other people’s lives and break them apart. I turn people into monsters. But, what you don’t realize is that I’m the real monster.
I ruin lives.
Let me enlighten you…’
You trail off reading, shaking your head at the absurdity. Who wrote this? Your fingers flick through the pages, taking in block after block, ridiculous claim after ridiculous claim until you catch sight of a large image formatted between the columns. You flip back and spread the papers out, taking in the black-and-white scanner-copy image.
It’s a police report. Your own police report. A police report that’s been redacted, sealed, and eventually expunged. Only, here it is, plain and utterly whole. The blurb under the photo indicates that it’s evidence of how much of a monster you are and how you’ve been ruining lives since you were seventeen.
“No. No, no, no,” you mutter, the pages slipping from your fingers and fluttering to the floor in front of the sofa. Your movements are stiff and jerky as you pull your phone out. Your finger hovers over Hoseok’s contact. Blinking away the sudden tears blurring your vision, your gaze snaps to the giant spray-painted warning on the wall. You can’t risk it. So, you click a different contact instead; one you know is still a risk, but a more calculated one.
“Two calls in one day? You’re not drinking tequila again, are you? It’s only Thursday, babe, that’s more of a Friday venture,” Enola’s voice chirps brightly through the phone.
You swallow hard, tearing your gaze away from the wall of horrors in your office. “E,” you begin but have to stop to suck in a calming breath. It’s not that effective. Your voice quivers as you try again, “Enola, I think I’m in trouble.”
“Hey, whoa, what’s going on?” The change in her demeanor is instant.
“Someone was in my apartment. There’s all this…stuff. Threats, uh…pictures. I don’t— I don’t know what to do,” you babble, describing everything but the image in the printed manuscript that’s mocking you from the floor.
You can hear Enola shuffling around, paper crumpling, and drawers slamming shut. “Send me photos of everything. I’m texting Jungkook right now, I’ll have him come get you.”
“I can’t leave, E. What if they come back? I need to catch them. There’s too much at stake here.” You pause, hearing Enola muttering to herself and the soft tapping of her fingers on her phone screen, probably texting her brother. “There’s something else.” Enola doesn’t respond, too busy texting. “Enola. Are you listening? I said there’s something else.” Still, she’s quiet. “Enola!” you snap.
“What? Fuck, what? Sorry, JK’s being a bit of a shithead right now.”
“There’s something else. And…it involves you in a way.” Your heart beats so hard you feel lightheaded, so you slip down until you’re kneeling on the floor, slumped against the edge of the sofa. “Somehow, whoever this is, they uncovered the accident report…the one from graduation night,” you whisper.
A pregnant pause stretches after your words. Finally, Enola sighs and clears her throat. “Mine?” she asks quietly.
“It’s just mine,” you confirm.
“Okay,” determination enters her voice as she shifts into professional FBI-profiler mode. “Jungkook will be there soon. Go lock your door, and make sure your windows are all shut. You still have the mace I gifted you for Christmas, right? Get it. Don’t open the door for anyone except my brother. I know it’s been a while since you’ve seen him, so you need to ask him for the passphrase. You know which one I’m talking about. I never thought we’d have to use it, but this seems like a good time that we should. Do you understand me?”
“Yeah,” you manage to get out between sharp breaths.
Enola spits another colorful curse. “I’m supposed to leave in an hour heading to Singapore. I’m going to ask Connor if I can drop off this case—“
“No, E! Don’t. No. You can’t do that. I’ll send over photos, show you everything, but you can’t do that. Your job is entirely too important and you know as well as I do that Connor won’t grant it anyway. It’s fine. Your brother will help. He’s good right?” She grunts an acknowledgement. “It’ll be fine. I’m just a little spooked right now, that’s all. You said it yourself, my job gets me into trouble sometimes. I’m sure this is just someone trying to get revenge because I exposed them in the Informant. No big deal, I’ve dealt with worse.” What you won’t admit, though, is how utterly terrifying and just how much of a big deal it is that someone has somehow uncovered your juvenile record. Which is just one step away from Enola’s, and that scares you even more. If this actually gets out, you and she both can kiss your reputations, as you know them, goodbye. “I just got to get ahead of whoever this is, put a stop to it before it gets out of hand.”
“Keep me posted. Swear it!”
“I swear,” you promise before saying goodbye and disconnecting the call.
You give one last look at the intimidating display on the wall before yanking open your desk drawer and grabbing the other two drawings. You toss them onto the dining table and make quick work of checking all the windows and the doors to your apartment. Everything’s locked; as it always is. How someone got in without breaking something is lost on you.
While you wait for Enola’s brother, you check the text message he sent you earlier. It’s simple, just letting you know that he has some equipment for you and wondering when’s a good time to come over. You don’t bother to respond, knowing Enola already spoke with him and he’s coming over tonight regardless.
Thinking about what you can do in the meantime, you dial the extension for the front desk downstairs. Henry answers on the second ring.
“North Highland Park Tower, this is Henry. How may I help you?”
“Hey Hen, it’s me.”
“Ah, my favorite writer in 3C. What can I do for you tonight?”
You clear your throat. “Well, firstly, I just wanted to let you know I am expecting a visitor. It’s Enola’s brother, Jungkook. He should be by soon. I was also wondering if there was anything you’d noticed in the last few days. Maybe an odd name on the guest list, unusual people hanging out in the hallways, faces that aren’t familiar to you?”
Henry hums. “Is everything okay? Should there be something weird like that?”
It’s tempting to lie to him, but you feel bad enough as it is if your work is bringing potentially dangerous people into your building. So, you deign to give him as much of the truth as you can. “I’m not sure, really. It could just be kids in the building playing pranks, but I’ve gotten some weird presents left at my door the last few days.”
“Do I need to make a call to the locals?” Henry immediately questions. You can hear the seriousness in his voice. All it would take is one word and he’d have the PD here in a matter of minutes. “Damn kids can’t get away with scaring the community. I won’t allow it.”
“No, no, Henry. It’s nothing like that. I just wanted to see if there was anything you’d noticed is all. The things on my door have been harmless—,“ they, in truth, are, “—but if it is one of the kids in the building, I’d like to just have a chat with their parents. That’s all.”
You can practically hear the wheels turning in Henry’s head. “Yeah, okay. Nothing sticks out for me off the top of my head, but I’ll take a look back through our feeds and logs just to be sure.”
“Thanks, Henry, I appreciate it. If you find anything, just give me a ring. I swear if it’s something more, I’ve got Detective Jung on speed dial,” you put as much sincerity into your words as possible. You hope he accepts it and only does what you’ve asked. If he gets the cops involved, you’re not sure if your latest fan will care much whether it was you that called them or not.
There isn’t much more to do other than send things to Enola. You take a deep breath before heading back into your office. It’s hard to try and ignore the severity of the situation as you snap photos and send them off to her via the secure network she has set up for you. Her working for the FBI has its perks.
You get your laptop set up and begin compiling a spreadsheet of possible suspects. The number of criminals you’ve written about over the years is fairly large, but you’re able to reduce the pool based on a few factors. It’s safe to assume any of the individuals that have graced your column and are incarcerated, can be ticked off the list. That eliminates a good portion of the list. Though, you know it’s possible for criminals to coordinate from the inside. So, you backtrack and just divide that group into its own lists. All of this might be for nothing, but you feel better doing something other than just waiting.
It’s less likely that it’s someone in your building. The threat still waiting in your office is proof enough for that. That’s far too complex for a couple of jerkwad kids to pull off. Not only would they have to have the skills to dig up your juvie record, but they’d also have to be able to unseal it, purge the redactions, and then compile the manuscript. You don’t have nearly enough confidence in the abilities of teens to be able to pull that off. Plus, the biggest, glaring factor of all— motive, they have no motive.
For all the work you’re putting in right now, you’re not even sure how much will be worth the effort. You put a pot of coffee on and change into a pair of leggings and a comfortable t-shirt. It’s only about an hour after you discover the message in your office when there’s an abrupt knock on your door.
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Hello Jelly. I was thinking about secret admirer! Levi.
The reader is new at work and really liked Levi. He considers her the most wonderful woman, but he is very shy and afraid of rejection. So he decides to secretly leave her sweet notes and beautiful surprises.
She accidentally catches Levi, who is preparing another note and surprise, and confesses her feelings to him. Levi kisses her and he is happy because now he knows that his love is mutual
Letters to love
Levi x fem!reader
Modern AU, fluff, romance, secrets admirer, detective Levi, shy Levi, confessions, kisses.
Levi is a confident detective, but he is not confident in love. He's had a crush on you, a case assistant, for a while and he is unsure how to approach you. So, he leaves you letters, gifts and notes. You catch the handsome detective and you both confess.
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Another note was there on your desk ready for you to pick up. It flustered you knowing that someone loved you so deeply and romantically. For two months now you have been left notes and they were increasing as time went on.
There was one man in the station that you had deep feelings for and you were sure it was him leaving you the words of love. Detective Levi Ackerman was a dreamy man. He was confident, hardworking, funny and sweet.
The writing left on the notes reminded you of Levi's writing, but there were others with similar writing. All you knew was you adored the raven-haired detective. The letter always had a delightful scent on it and reminded you of fresh lemons and flowers.
You read the sweet words of love and adoration. You smiled sweetly before looking at the reusable cup with bunnies on. Today the sweet man had gotten you a white mocha with a bit of caramel. For a few days now he'd been getting you delicious coffee and you'd wash it up for him. You would leave baked treats on your desk addressed to your secret admirer as a thank you.
The longing in you to meet this man was growing. You knew you had to catch him in the act and he usually left a note in the afternoon. You had a plan, a big plan to catch who it was. So, you went into the main commune area and said that you were going out for lunch and you wouldn't be back until near the end. You pretended to leave, but managed to get back to your office and lay in wait in your bathroom.
Levi had been in love with you since you started working at the station just over two months ago. He had a lot of experience with bad people, taking down criminals, solving crimes, facing harm and head-on. What he wasn't confident in was love. He had one ex and it went okay, until she cheated on him so he left and felt rather broken. Levi was scared to be in love.
When you walked into his life, he felt like there were fireworks. Due to the pain in his past, Levi wasn't sure how to approach you and he got so flustered around you. The feelings inside Levi were building up and he needed to let you know, so he wrote you a letter and left it on your desk. It filled his heart with joy when he saw you walk around with a smile on your face, he had made you happy.
He bought you gifts as well and whenever you wore the hair clip, or showed off your resuable coffee cup it made his heart flutter. It flustered him hard when he saw you had left baked goods for him. Every single day he looked forward to seeing what you'd make him. He felt like you were a couple, but an odd one. The letters you left made him happy too.
Levi noticed you kept every single letter and note you kept from him. He kept everything you gifted him as well. He was happy and ready to be with you, but he just needed a bit of a boost. Hearing that you were going out for lunch meant he could leave you another note and a little cuddly rabbit as a gift.
As he made his way to your office, he had a flutter in his chest as he felt excited and happy. He approached your desk and placed the letter down. He smiled a little before turning around and felt his heart stop when he saw you step out of your bathroom.
You smiled a little. "Hello, Levi."
He blushed hard. "I was just...I...uh..."
"Are you my secret admirer?"
He whined a little and shyly nodded. "Y-Yes. I'm s-sorry if y-you don't li-like me. I w-will stop."
You walked closer to him. "What if I feel the same?"
His eyes widened. "Y-You do?"
"I do. I love you."
Levi smiled. "I love you too. I love you do much."
You nibbled your lip. "I could sense that in the letters."
He gulped hard. "May I kiss you?"
You took his hand and nodded. "Please do."
Levi cupped the side of your face as his other hand gripped your hip. He pulled you against him and crashed his lips against yours. All the pent up feelings and emotions came spilling out for the two of you. Hands clung to each other as you kissed with deeper passion. Tongues moved as one as your hearts fluttered. It was very clear that you and Levi were going to have a beautiful relationship.
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A Matter Of Time (Namjoon x Reader)
Word Count: 6.1k (ish)
Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n
Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit
Warnings: Unprotected sex, semi-public sex, night sex, flirting, kissing (tongue and other), making out, drinking, missionary sex, cumming on (you), orgasms (yours and his), dirty talk, oral sex (licking, sucking), intense sex, mouth fixation, finger sucking, fantasizing, semi/public nudity, spying/voyeurism (mild), thinking about Namjoon's big cock. Probably missed a few!
Genre: PWP, Strangers to lovers
AUs: Mildly CEO BTS/CEO Namjoon
Summary: It's just a vacation at a beautiful resort. ..And it's just a matter of time until it becomes more.
Author’s Note: for @worldwideseal. Suffer well, dear sis. Purely for escape and sauce. Don't trouble yourself with the hows or gaps in this plot, just enjoy.
Thank you for reading, should you choose to. If you feel like letting me know what you liked with a comment, I'd love to hear. Reblogging is ALWAYS appreciated, but never required.
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The travel agency had promised so many beautiful scenes. By far, this view outstripped them all. And this was not the result of losing track of time in tropical heat or some sun baked illusion.
This was as real as it got: A man, paused at the bow of a decent sized yacht.
The resort brochure had boats—all shapes and sizes. Certainly ones just like this, but being this close to one wasn’t on your itinerary. But snorkeling was, and you’d been doing fairly well at it.
Right up until you’d come to the surface to snatch a quick breath and saw the form, standing at the boat front. You sunk lower into the water, until only your nose and eyes showed.
Even the wide lens of the snorkel goggles didn’t diminish this impressive silhouette. Especially not such narrow hips. Or the way his body just widened the higher your stare went. You’d never seen a shoulder span like this, or a neck so elegantly long and thick.
He wore a smile as he rolled it right, face upturned to the sun.
Whatever might be on his mind, the man wore no concern, letting the sun wash across his sparkling face. Head to toe, every inch of skin shimmered.
You were certainly close enough to watch a few rivulets trickling down one side of his neck. And admire the way his hair was slicked along his scalp with almost artistic swirls. He ran fingers through a section, head rolling your way.
You snorted. A few bubbles broke the surface in front of your face as you bobbed, legs slowly kicking independent of where your focus was: fully zeroing in on this stranger. He certainly looked content relaxing one hip into the bow rail.
I KNEW I should have brought my camera. It was your best investment yet: a waterproof style that you’d saved a bit to purchase. Snorkeling had a purpose and you’d kicked yourself all morning after realizing the camera was sitting on the bed back at the hotel, unused.
Based on the man preening in silence, the camera’s full potential was going entirely to waste.
Wouldn’t have been a crime to sneak a snap or two of this hunk between shots of clownfish and stingrays. Or coral beds and seaweed.
It got better when you actually noted he wasn’t wearing a stitch. It was all bare skin top to toes. He spent a long time in the sun like this because the only parts a shade lighter were the rounds of his ass.
You had to give it to him, those were the best tan lines you’d EVER seen. Following the down slope of his abdomen, you caught the peek of familiar shape. Thick and bare. Your eyes popped as your gaze dragged to the other end of the boat, finding letters, painted immaculately in black with fleur-de-lis shapes accenting.
Fanta-sea
That’s cute. You had a passing concept of boat names, knowing enough that they were usually clever, humorous, or even punny at times. This name suited the owner. As far as you were concerned, he met the definition of a fantasy.
Foremost, yours but who even KNEW how many other women. There was no way on God’s green earth this man was here without company. And if he was? A resort this nice would soon fix that.
You took an unabashed eyeful of the man's ass when he turned away, readily deciding this was the choicest ass you’d ever seen. What you’d managed to see of his front was surpassed only with this angle. He was blessed with long legs and hamstrings defined by sections of tight muscle.
It was truly a delight for the eyes as he strolled towards the bridge, then ducked through an open door there. With him gone, your shoulders surfaced and tension ebbed away. That didn’t stop your lips trembling.
“Jesus..”
Yes, you’d been floating out here for a while, finally accustomed to the temperature, but now a chill ran the length of your body. Skin prickled against the flow as you began a sluggish dog paddle, heading for the shore.
Although you’d started further down from where the yacht floated, it was hard to believe you’d missed it this easily. Every stroke against the current, you tried not to look back. Tried not to think about how he looked. How long he might be staying and was it the same resort?
For now, he seemed to be alone. There’d been no telling giggle, or signs of anyone else there to share the space and the view. No other body sprawled out on the deck, soaking up sunlight. That lack just added more questions to a rapidly growing list.
First and most pressing of all: What is his name?
The second followed just as doggedly, sinking claws into your brain: How could I even meet this guy?
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The ‘how’ came about all on its own, when you stood at the bar, watching the bartender pouring your drink. Until this moment, you’d been all too fixated on how close he could get to the top and not spill a single drop.
Just beyond the bartender’s left side, you noticed the stare. It wasn’t that you’d gotten to really see the face clearly, but you didn’t need to.
The shoulders were enough, even stressing the crisp white shirt of the form leaned against the bar, directly across the way.
And your confusion dimmed the lazy jazz and island fused beats down to a thrum as his stare held. You found the barstool suddenly so preciously high with both feet swinging inches off the floor.
Your fingers gripped the bar edge as you watched the man stand and make his way around. When he did, you knew that body, even a layer of clothing on.
With a warm evening breeze playing through your hair, your eyes followed the white, linen shirt approaching. It fluttered around the man’s chest as he braced an elbow into the counter next to your left side.
His smile had one dimple and the very subtle shadow of a second on the other cheek. The neon signs above the bar reflected in his curious stare. Both dark brows twitched up.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” At least you managed to speak up. Although the resort bar wasn’t packed at this hour, it was easy to hear your racing heart. The pace was much more than when you’d been kicking through the waves to chase exotic fish or explore coral reefs. And the view, even better.
A glass slid nearer. The man glanced there, then came back to your face. “Yours?”
As you lifted the glass the contents shivered briefly. Your lips met the rim with a responsive “Mmhmm.”
“Are you here alone?” He was moving along, another temperate breeze washing around you both. He wasn’t afraid to ask what you’d wondered earlier. You were beyond certain that this WAS that same man.
Your skin felt alive. It wasn’t just tropical heat, and it would soon be moving to other places. Several, ready to respond as intended around a good looking man like this.
You gulped down a mouthful of fruity coolness, hoping a little liquid courage would go a long way. Especially with your mind full of nothing but the recall of this man’s bare ass and smiling face, soaking up the sun hours ago.
But do you admit that? How could someone even approach that kind of thing? You couldn’t very well say ‘Yes I saw you naked, on a boat. No big deal..’ It wasn’t exactly a nudist resort here and he probably didn’t even think anyone would see as far down the beach as you’d gone.
It must have been written all over your face, because the man’s head inclined as his expression devolved into a cheeky grin. “What is it?”
“I’m alone.” You replied. His stare intensified, his upper body inching closer,closing off space for the breeze roiling its way down the bar, heading at you both again. Your skin was starting to get clammy.
“Is there something else?”
“..No.” Your eyes moved to the glass, sweating on the counter nearby and your nails drumming the wooden bartop. Out of beat and tapping the nail points in a nervous staccato.
He didn’t break eye contact. “I’m here alone too. How rare do you think that is?”
“Not that rare.” You ventured.
There was no way to really know, but you hadn’t missed the pairs and groups of people wandering around in the previous days. The beach was riddled with goers, all laughing and communing around you and your lone towel, umbrella pitched at an angle as you squinted into a book and sucked down a mimosa for a few hours.
It wasn’t a bad thing, but it wasn’t like you’d been able to say you were having the MOST fun you could have. You had plenty of things to do and a partner or friends would just drag your schedule down.
“I think it’s interesting, anyway.”
While he was facing the bar and ordering a drink, you studied his face. The man’s skin had become dewy. The sheen went all the way down into the space at the top of his shirt. This wasn’t like ocean water evaporating in the midday sun rays.
This was a muggy summer sweat, which ALSO suited him well. It was getting hard to ignore the darker spots starting to appear where the sweat concentrated most, at the center of his broad chest.
He turned back with a glass in hand, raised it, then sipped, you spoke up with fingers circling your own glass. You didn’t sip. The glass never even left the bar.
“You’re here on that tour package–Island Escape?” It didn’t hurt to ask. “...I am. It was a great deal. Once in a lifetime thing, you know?” You added. Now felt like the right time to lay out your purpose for setting foot on these beautiful grounds, and it'd save him the trouble of asking.
He smiled again. “I’m more the self guided tour type.”
“You travel a lot?” Alone, hopefully.
The man nodded. You smoothed hair from your neck, winding the sweat dampened strand around one finger.
“Is it for work or…” Your voice trailed off. Bare toes curling, you came off the bar seat and went to the balls of both feet. You shouldn’t yield to the pressure pushing up from inside your hips, but there was every incentive NOT to ignore it.
“..Or something.” The man’s lids lowered perceptibly, watching you over the glass as he took another long sip, then set it down, entirely facing you.
Something about that was so satisfying, despite being overwhelmed. KNOWING he was looking at you, versus you looking at him–with him unaware–was an entirely different ball game.
“How often do you take these trips?” The man asked.
“Let’s start with the important question.” You retorted, a smile breaking out. He mirrored it, showing just how perfect his teeth were too.
“Hmm?”
“What’s your name?”
His head dropped with a chuckle, making both shoulders dance and drooping the shirt front lower. Giving a clear-as-day view of the tight valley between his pecs. And hints of muscle there, judging by the shadows playing. Your throat clenched.
“Yes, we SHOULD get that out of the way. A nagging detail, but probably important. I’m Namjoon.”
After he said his name, he held out a hand. You found his grip warm and measured as he pumped your hand but didn’t let go first. You wanted to hold it all night, but reluctantly pulled your hand back and rested it palm down on your thigh, feeling the heat through your gauzy skirt.
“I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you, Namjoon.”
Namjoon’s head bowed deeper this time, then he looked towards the resort, watching people further away. There were more couples. Somehow the attendance doubled between when you’d gotten here and when he’d come over. It wasn’t like anyone here knew you’d stumbled upon this man hours ago, when you’d seen him in a most intimate way–birthday suited and sun drenched.
For all you knew, this resort had a nudist beach portion. There was plenty to discover and you only had a handful of days. You’d only begun to check off a full list of activities, none of which stimulated below the belt.
Until tonight.
“You’ve been here a little while?” Namjoon asked, stepping closer. Standing that much closer. Within reach, more so than he’d been before. Unspoken respect, but that didn’t mean you weren’t more tempted to reach out and touch.
Underneath your skirt, the heat was becoming too much. So was the ache that was gnawing through you.
“A couple days.” You agreed.
“Me too. It’s nice this time of year.”
“Is that your..boat?”
Namjoon’s brows shot up again, then pinched briefly. “My boat?” He looked good, even feigning confusion, eyes shining playfully.
“Yes.” You puffed a little. “Out there in the water–I saw it earlier.”
“When?” He asked.
“Today. I was snorkeling and I saw it….saw you.” Fire clawed up your neck. Namjoon caught the flutter in your lids and lowered his own more. He took a brief bite of his lower lip, then scoffed.
“Did you? What was the name on the boat?”
“Fanta-sea, I think.” Don’t think. I KNOW. And Namjoon KNEW that you knew. His face came a little closer.
“Yeah. That’s my yacht. Didn’t think anyone would be on the section of beach, down that far. Usually it’s empty.”
Usually? You swallowed hard. “You’ve been there before?” Surely he meant the day before, or earlier than that.
“This time of year, yes. Other times it’s pretty packed. I try to avoid it in the dead of the season.”
“Season.” You echoed. Clarity was coming, rapidly. He wasn’t talking about it as a season vacation package-goer. This was so much more.
“Mmhm. Travel season. When vacationers overrun this resort. It’s not too bad right now. But there are times..” He didn’t finish, chuckling. When he grew quiet you stared into his eyes. And he looked deeper into yours, stirring something that had your walls twitching.
“Sounds rough..” You managed. You wanted to finish the rest of your drink but you were certain the glass would smash to the ground if you tried to pick it up right now. Instead, Namjoon pushed the glass further out of reach, following the bar top towards your hand. His fingers lightly rode the knuckles on the back of that hand.
“Y/n..” He was solemn as another breeze wrestled the shirt around his body. Your thinned lips refused to release any kind of affirmative sound—not that he needed it to continue. “..Have you ever been on a yacht?”
You managed a head shake.
“I want you to see mine. Come with me?”
You wanted more than that. You wanted Namjoon, just as you’d seen him earlier, except bathed in moonlight, naked under your gaze. If you could be guaranteed a chance at that….
Once again, he must have read the desire telegraphing in microexpressions across your face when he took your hand, fingers laced easily through. He tugged you closer, staring down his nose.
“Know you didn’t come here to see a boat, but trust me. It’ll be worth it.”
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You’d managed a few indulgences in your time on this planet–the occasional spa day with your closest friend. A nice dinner with your parents. A birthday shopping spree at the best stores on the rich end of town.
Stepping foot on a yacht wasn’t quite on your list, but not for the reason you’d assumed. Where you lived wasn’t close enough to a beach or convenient to fly to without sinking a whole day in and out of airports and planes.
But this trip came with bonuses that checked the lux yacht experience off your list after inking it right at the top.
Stepping onto Namjoon’s yacht proved it was even BETTER from on board than it had appeared floating in the ocean and stone’s throw away. Even with just the moonlight painting the finely finished wood deck.
The surface was cool under your feet as you paused away from the ladder and slipped off your flats. You laid them next to Namjoon’s shoes, arranged neatly side by side, then followed him as he moved towards the beam, where the yacht seemed to be widest. You could spin around, arms wide and never hope to hit a single thing–in fact ALL of your closest friends could do that very same thing with that guarantee.
Namjoon had turned, watching your big eyes roaming with a measured smirk. Slowly his arms crossed at his chest.
“View better from up here, hmm?” The wind was stronger here, and a bit cooler, coming off the water and the rocking of the yacht wasn’t noticeable as you’d expected. It was more an imperceptible sway.
“It’s beautiful.” You marveled.
Eventually your attention found its way to Namjoon, the darkness around consuming the taller portions of the ship, disappearing into the shadows if you squinted up or in any direction too far.
Not that it mattered.
This man standing just in sight, chest expanded, and the wind teasing his shape through whipping fabric was the best, most breathtaking view of them all. You weren’t even sure you’d noticed any stars in the sky as you gazed at Namjoon’s beaming smile.
“When you saw me today….What was I doing?” A step brought Namjoon close again and you braced, leaning into the soft tilt you could feel in your senses as a wave rolled the giant yacht body a little.
“Just…standing here.” You replied, skimming back more hair as it spilled forward over your shoulder, dragged by the wind. You knew he was watching that action, his eyes roving in matching directions.
“Standing here?” He glanced down. “I don’t think it was here.”
You held back a giggle. “Obviously not there.” You looked around, nodding towards the bow of the boat. “There… I think. It was hard to tell from down in the water but…I saw enough.”
“Did you?” He moved by you, but had your hand as he did, pulling you closer to the railing. You didn’t end up there, but you could see down into the water from the nose of the boat well enough. You had a sense of somewhere, in that dark ocean below, that he’d be lying to say he hadn’t seen you floating there–even as vast as the ocean was.
The water was too clear and calm earlier. And your bright pink snorkel set stuck out like a sore thumb, but you said nothing, combing back more hair on the other side, tucking it behind that ear.
Namjoon released your hand. His feather lite touch grazed your chin.
“I was standing near here.. Hmm?” You nodded, watching him do the same a little, fingers circling your chin. Pressure came as he squeezed softly, pulling the rounded shape up faintly. “..Just doing nothing?”
You managed another nod, grateful he didn’t let go.
“...What else did you see?”
“What do you mean?” You breathed. That building feeling that had nestled and filled up your pelvis became a massive, pulsing ache. There wasn’t a single, undisturbed nerve there.
“I think you can tell me.”
Whatever had compelled you to keep staring as you did earlier today, treading water, or not long ago, across the bar, on Namjoon’s approach, it was bigger than everything right now. And it kept you from breaking eye contact. It prevented any lie from growing roots.
“..Nothing.” Your tongue swept your lips and the wind sucked the moisture right off in a blink. “..You weren’t wearing anything.”
Namjoon’s face relaxed as his brows shifted as he nibbled his lip longer this time. “And what did you think of that?”
It wasn’t like you’d never seen a man naked. In your life you’d seen PLENTY of them. All shapes and sizes, but none like Namjoon. None had hit you so directly in the center of your need.
“I liked it.”
“I liked being naked. It’s freeing.”
You squeaked. It meant something, but you didn’t have time to figure out what. Namjoon’s thumb pried your lower lip down as he leaned towards you. His lips opened just a little. Dizziness rushed to your head as you swooned towards his approach.
At the last minute he stopped, the touch of his lips a silky heat as he spoke into your parted lips.
“Did you like what you saw?”
“Yes.” You whined. “Your body is—”
“Mmnnn..” He dragged his lips across yours for a peck and pulled back just so, again. “Be naked with me? I think you’ll find it’s liberating here.”
“Here?” You blinked, feeling your lips sinking around his thumb as he fed the tip past your lips.
“Yes. Out here. On my yacht. On the deck. Under the stars. Are you here to enjoy yourself and do what you want? I am.”
You didn’t answer, lips still tight around his finger, until it popped free from your latch. You chased it a little until Namjoon seized your chin again and leveled his stare on you, nose to nose.
“Y/n..” His tone dropped a level, dragged across gravel. Serious, to match his unflinching gaze. “What did you want when you saw me naked?”
Where could you even start? You went with the first thing your brain and loins demanded in unison.
“I wanted to feel you.” Confession felt so good, the heat spilling up out of your mouth as you spoke. Namjoon leaned his front into you, letting you get a good sense of his body. And it was exactly as firm and muscled as it looked from that big, deep blue world below.
You went about as wet too, right at your seal. Your nipples perked and you moaned when his chest dragged your top across the newly woken points.
Namjoon cradled one hip, then gathered the hem of your shirt, guiding it up your side. The other hand did the same, bringing your top to your breasts, peeling it away. Along with the bra underneath, he dropped both to the deck.
Smiling, Namjoon pulled your hands to his hips and nodded. “Go ahead. Help me out?”
This was really happening.
All the questions and pondering that had been building all day long and simmering all night were now about to find a happy realization. Fruition, in the form of your fingers, under Namjoon’s shirt, pushing rough and fast. He did the rest at his shoulders, hauling the garment off. It went right to the ground, atop yours.
Without speaking, your fingers walked the waist of his bottoms, finding them just like his shirt: a lighter material and quickly off his body. He kicked them clear after you stood up. Without waiting, his hands guided your skirt down.
As the stretching waistband widened and rolled down your hips, Namjoon mouthed over your bare belly. You moaned, listening to the sound carried away by the salty breeze. It didn’t matter–what mattered was how good this felt.
The water lapped the hull as Namjoon’s lips pressed into your skin. He tugged a bit of skin below your navel, shuffling your panties down last. When his open mouth found your pussy, your thighs shook and you melted down against his face.
Namjoon was ready, jaw flexing as his hands caught your hips, lifting you enough. His tongue dove against your folds, spreading you with a few long, firm licks. From the way his moan rattled your mound, he was more than pleased with the taste.
The stars you barely made out winking in the sky overhead, faded again as your eyes rolled shut when Namjoon pulled your clit tight between his lips. And sucked, deep. Hard. Pulsing his lips with a suction that didn’t falter.
It went on for some time until you felt like everything was flowing down, out of you. Your senses finally came back enough to groan his name as fingers scraped his scalp. Twisted hair through your fingers, tugging him closer, then trying to pull him away.
Namjoon wrestled himself free with a dulcet sigh. “You taste…so good…” He swabbed your slick from his lips in a lick, then palmed your ass. “...Lay down for me, baby..”
The deck was exactly as smooth as it'd been under your soles, when back and ass met it. No sooner and Namjoon went to hands and knees, then stroked both palms down the insides of your thighs to guide them apart and settled between. One leg he draped along the inside of an arm, the other he pushed up and out, angling the knee to widen you.
Opening you at the very center, wind spilling over slick coated skin. It felt good, but that didn’t last long. The gnawing emptiness was back and your hips twisted as you whimpered. The very last thing on your mind was the devilish details.
Small things, like what Namjoon said next.
“Y/n…You okay with raw?”
I shouldn't. So why do I WANT to? Vacations were about being care free, but this was about as far from sensible as you'd ever been. ...And every fiber said you WANTED it. Right-wrong-whatever, let it sweep you up.
Your palm struck wood, then dragged with a squeal of damp skin and sting of friction. Breasts jerked and rose higher as you arched. Impatience went right down to the center of your soul.
“Yes..” You gasped. “..Just want you.. Please… fill me up.”
Namjoon’s gripped cock drew close and he swept the head right up your center, coating the blunt end. You wanted to wither at the way he moaned in surprise. It wasn’t long before he guided his tip right against your opening.
A palm thumped against the deck, bracing right next to your hitched knee. The other arm bent, keeping your other draped leg angled shamelessly high. Then Namjoon slid inside. It was relief at first, as you stretched around his shaft. Then it was sweet pain as he sank deeper, stretching you more.
Your ass wiggled when Namjoon pulled back. Pushed in, with a single, firm body roll. He slid back out, then plunged again, this time falling immediately into a steady pump. He had a stroke that said he knew what to do with himself.
And how to take care of the perky tightness that was developing the more he thrust. Your fingers started at his forearms, circling there, then nails touched skin, sinking in, then dragging higher with a low moan. Your body shook with the impact, then gyrated counter to Namjoon’s marching pace.
“You feel so…tight. God..” He snarled, snapping hips harder. Less gentle, his head went back. The stars were back, under your lids, and when they opened, the shining started on Namjoon's skin.
Underneath your bare ass and back, the deck was alive with sound–you shifting up inch by inch with the power packed into each forward driving motion. Namjoon was heading quickly towards pounding and it was opening a pit of pleasure under your belly. Your walls gave a massive clench and chills washed over you.
An orgasm was right there, about to hit you hard. Your cocked knee recoiled more, snapping in place over Namjoon’s hip. The other heel sank into his back. Both climbed higher as he grunted. Added force. Barreled into you–through you. Waves of pleasure built on top of each other inside you.
Another dizzying rush and you barely gasped out “That’s it…Namjoon—” before it all hit you at once. Struck you dumb in a full body convulsion. His instroke faltered as you seized around him, clinging so hard onto his biceps that he shuddered. It must have hurt, but you couldn’t be bothered to notice.
You couldn’t help anything you did,except let out a high pitched shriek of relief. However far that carried, it wouldn’t be a surprise if it reached the shore. You’d taken more than enough time at 7 knots, getting further and further offshore, rising and boring through inky waters, deep into the approaching night.
And it led to this: you, under Namjoon, his cock stabbing relentlessly into you as he went on after a short reprieve. Enough that he could pummel you again, taking his own turn. Your nails slid through moisture again.
Had to be more sweat developing faster than the wind could wick away, but that was fine. Your pussy was ultra wet, just tight enough he could get away with more force. More depth. And it sounded so good. You were helpless to do much but lay here. Taking it with eyes bleary and fixed on a far away point of light. A single, white point blinking in the distant horizon.
It was just like that moment you’d seen him on the bow–under the golden sun. A mirrored moment, but bathed in white of the moon’s delicate aura now. Head craned, lines in his neck strong, taut skin aglimmer again. And like earlier, it pulled you in entirely. You couldn’t look away, eyes barely open, adrift in the afterglow.
And you, rocking against the final thrusts. Rocking like the waves against the ship’s hull, giving away as it was meant to: You, wet and pliant, melting around Namjoon with his last plunge in, before he pulled out and brought himself upright, head thrown back. His shaft speared once more through five tightly circled fingers, then the spurt of cum splashed onto your belly.
Hitting higher, shot by shot until he created a decent, milky pool between your shivering breasts.
Namjoon had to be proud of the sight: sweat and his load, mixed on your chest and torso. He openly admired, then his shoulders dropped. Eventually he leaned over you. In spite of however much effort he’d just put out, Namjoon was still just as careful laying against you with his full body weight.
His weary smile wasn’t lacking any satisfaction. A dreaminess painted his moon washed features. You found it easy to get lost, admiring in silence as he gathered thoughts then spoke.
“...God.. you’re…” That was YOU, robbing an obviously well spoken man of the coherency he was accustomed to. Probably even KNOWN for in his daily and professional life. I did that. And fuck does it feel AMAZING. If the girls back home only knew…
Not that you’d ever tell.
“Mmmm..You…didn’t want to finish inside me?” Was that really pouting in your tone? Were you really too fucked out to question yourself or hide it?
Namjoon chuckled, looking down at your breasts, and further, getting a much closer look at the chaos he’d left behind. The verdict was in–he was quite impressed at the handiwork.
“You didn’t ask.” When he dragged fingertips through his fluids on your belly, then headed for your mound, your hips lifted. His hand pulled back just before he reached what you were offering all over again. “..Mnnnngg…Good aim and distance.”
“You’d cum inside me if I wanted?”
Namjoon looked at you again,from under lowered brows, wearing a questionable smirk. “I’d consider it. Not the brightest move if we’re strangers.”
“Neither is condomless sex. Or sex on a boat, in the open ocean air.”
“Sex on the beach is an option too, Y/n. The night is still young and I know a stretch of beach that’s empty for SURE this time.”
“God..” You began. Delight tightened everything inside. Although you’d just cum, the body was quickly recovering and the mind was more than willing to meet this man’s unflagging energy. “..Namjoon..” you gasped, turning your face when shyness caught up for a moment.
He wasn’t letting that feeling gain any traction,bringing his face close, angling for a kiss. Ultimately soft, exploring your mouth lightly with his tongue. When yours flirted past his lips, he sucked the tip and you squeezed around nothing, drowning in a moment of pure desire. The kiss was over all too soon, and Namjoon was sitting up onto his knees.
“Let’s go below deck. Clean up and change.” He’d already begun indiscriminately collecting clothing, pausing to dab away the more plentiful globs he’d left behind on your chest and belly.
“Does that mean we’re heading back to shore?”
Namjoon sighed. “..Eventually, we have to.”
He WAS right, but you didn’t want to just yet. Not tonight and maybe not until tomorrow afternoon. It was much different enjoying the ocean being out on, rather than splashing hundreds of feet offshore or laying out on a towel in the sand.
Namjoon detected the concern in a pinch between your brows. “What’s wrong?”
“Does ‘eventually’ mean…now?”
“Not if you don’t want it to. I don’t…Is that okay?”
Relief felt as cool as the night air racing across your thighs and breasts. The puddled fluid on your skin was rapidly becoming distracting for different reasons: a persistent reminder of the temperature falling around you as the night wore on.
“Yes.” You smiled as he took your hand and brought you to your feet. Even entirely naked, you suddenly didn’t care much. It was a nice surprise. In the past, nudity hadn’t been the easiest for you. A vacation from that hang up was a bonus.
Standing face to face, Namjoon watched you for a moment. And you gazed up, remembering the moment you saw his eyes, around the bartender. You hadn’t done much and it hadn’t been long, but you felt different enough to ensure you’d come back from this trip a changed person.
“Let’s get settled. Sleeping on a yacht in the ocean…It’s like a waterbed. Best sleep of your life..” There was no need to promise. Namjoon had already guaranteed it. From the pleasant and relaxing heaviness seeping through every limb, this would be the most refreshing night of sleep you’d had in a long time.
And when it came to vacations and resorts, this would lead the pack for a long time too.
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You buckled the lap belt long before the flight leveled out and reclined back into your seat. It was routine. Everything, going off without a hitch. At the airport reasonably early. Breezing through security. And now, perfectly situated–magazine on your lap. Earplugs prepped for insertion. Carry on tucked under your seat. Your final step in the ‘routine’ was a look out the window.
Cruising altitude was a few minutes away, but peeking out the small window to your left, you could see it all easily enough.
The island. Large, pale squares of the resort’s most prominent buildings. Even the darker red clay tiles of the resort bar. Where your best night had begun. Better than the hikes. Better than the tours of the ancient landmarks.
And out there, at the shoreline, the thin white trail of the waves rushing at the shore line, then ebbing away as they slid back to where they’d come: the vast and endless ocean. You couldn’t make out figures on the beach anymore, from this high up.
And because of that, you knew looking for Namjoon was fruitless, until the moment you saw it: his ship there, anchored further down the shore, opposite from where you’d found him. A single, elongated white shape, alone on the blue.
For a moment a pang of sadness filled you dangerously to the top, bringing a brief heat to your eyes, but you blinked it away, smiling against the thick plastic of the window. You focused on his boat for a bit longer, then shut the window shade.
It was how you needed to leave things: the last sight should be what had made the most impact in your memory: Namjoon. And his smile as he let your hand go first,when you’d left this morning. Early–just before the sun was fully out, sweatshirt shapeless on your form, eyes puffy from sleep but still struggling to drink him in so close.
And what he’d said–that he’d see you again... How did you know?
Show and prove came in the form of a link: a text with a link. When you clicked it brought up a calendar with Namjoon’s name. There wasn't much detail beyond dates and locations--blocks of color hashing out days at a time.
Whoever Namjoon was here at the resort, beyond the boundaries and back in daily life, he was regimented. Private. Very secure. Protective of his time and much, much more.
Those walls were high but for a few hours he'd given you a peek over. This text brought them down again--something you had a feeling did not come easy or often.
He meant what he said. 'I'll see you again.'
Scrolling forward through his calendar, for a few months from now, you knew exactly when. Your mind was already doing the math farther ahead. Finding that perfect alignment.
All you had to do was pick a date and fly there. From here,and no matter how far apart you were, it was just a matter of time.
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LOVE IS LIKE AN OATMEAL — sim jake smau
PAIRING: detective!jake x detectivecoworker!reader [reader is female]
SYPNOSIS: working in the nypd was already chaotic as it was. but working with jake sim, professional idiot and genius detective who also happened to be your #1 enemy was more than you could handle. but youre y/n l/n and youre competitive as fuck so who cares? as long as we keep it profesh and dont fall in love or anything..
inspired by the show Brooklyn 99
GENRE: brooklyn 99 au, fluff, crack, enemies to lovers, little to no angst, my take on humour pls
WARNINGS: profanity, a lot of quotes from the show bc its iconic!! more tba
STATUS: DISCONTINUED
STARTED: 21st feb 2023 ENDED: -
FEATURES: heeseung, jay, sunghoon and riki from enhypen, yunjin from le ssera, @amakumos, jungkook from bts + others
RELEASE DATE: mostly like.... by may or something (could be before that you can never predict when it comes to me i might like js start impulse posting brou)
AUTHORS NOTE: hello everybody. i am making a comeback. so i js rewatched b99 for the nth time and i was like BOOM fic idea,,, anyways i am so excited to start this huhu. startign a smau again after my four cursed failed smaus in my old acc pls dont flop this 🤗 haha anyways i hope u guys r excited bc i am 🫣 also i think i did a great job with the banner huhu
TAGLIST: OPEN!! 📢 (those of you who had sent in an ask earlier when this was supposed to be a fic pls send in an ask again omg😭)
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…CRIME STATS…
1 ➖ sim: 24, l/n: 22
2 ➖ meep morp….zeep 🤖
3 ➖ mlepnos?????
4 ➖ bultaoreune
5 ➖ cantgetheadiosis
6 ➖ yns ex from hs
7 ➖ hanzuru yunyu ???
8 ➖ ? mark ?
9 ➖ oh shes beautiful [written]
10➖ QUICHE
11 ➖ jake being romanticky
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OUTLAW (9)
ATEEZ ot8 x Reader
Cowboy AU / Wild West
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Warning: None
A/N I have changed the updating schedule to every other day because I started on a new story. It's a BTS one if you wanna go check it out! It only has one chapter but I will be putting out more when I got more chapters. Please Enjoy the chapter!
Towards the end of the day, when your family was getting ready to head out, you felt content with yourself. Having spent the morning with Jongho and Wooyoung really brightened up your day. Getting the chance to speak to people outside of the customers and your family gave you a feeling of fulfillment. Or possibly it could have been the fact that you enjoyed the attention the boys gave you. Not like it was crossing your mind much.
Seonghwa was cleaning up the bar as usual, the Thursday evening settling in as more people trickled in and out groaning about Friday being tomorrow. Jongho had been moving about, waiting for Seonghwa to finish up before they left to meet up with the others. Yeosang had also been finishing up his work, the day coming to an end for them all.
You helped Seonghwa wash and dry dishes, carefully taking them from the handsome man and placing them onto the rack. Jongho glanced over all of you, making small talk to have the time pass faster.
“Don't let Wooyoung scare you.” He had said to you. “He's all bark no bite.”
The topic of the extroverted man was brought up when Seonghwa had asked how your day went. Jongho had been the one to tell him they had run into the member, which prompted a worried Seonghwa to ask if it had been okay for the boy to go out alone. Jongho then went on to say it had been the captain who told him to go out.
From there, Jongho had begun the conversation about how Wooyoung wanted to meet the girl personally. It caused Seonghwa to laugh and point out that being rejected wasn’t really something Wooyoung was used to. At least not when it came to women.
“Who said I was scared?” You grinned.
“Wooyoung is the last one you should be scared of.” Seonghwa snorted, wiping down the counter when he finished with the glasses.
“Who's the first?” You asked, tilting your head.
“I think you know the answer.” The man hummed.
The blue haired man suddenly popped up in your head, causing you to go stiff for a moment. There wasn’t a moment you wouldn’t spend your day idly moving about and catching sight of the wanted posters stapled around. Every time you saw the large hat the picture of Mingi had you would immediately be reminded of the man. You also hadn’t taken notice but there was also a wanted poster for the captain. However from what you could notice it seemed to be of lesser crimes compared to Mingi.
You knew no one was going to be able to notice them if they were to dress differently. A wanted drawing poster wasn’t the same as a still picture that was able to capture their actual looks. Really it did them no justice, the only noticeable aspects were what they wore and maybe some features. But honestly if you were to pass them on the street you wouldn’t assume they were outlaws if they dressed like citizens.
Thinking about the two you were reminded of the others you had yet to speak to properly. Yunho has been staying the same amount as Jongho but compared to the younger male, you hardly saw him much. He spent most of his time conversing with the captain which led you to think he was the second in command of sorts.
San was a quiet man from what you got every time you saw him. He did what he was told and followed instructions with a neutral facial expression. However from the time you had worked with him on Mingi, you could remember his busted up knuckles that had long time scars. Compared to everyone else, he looked to be the most frightening with an attitude that clearly did not take anything from others.
“When can I go?” You spoke up.
“Go where?” Jongho asked, sipping on his drink.
“To meet you all.” You explained. “Properly.”
“Why would you wanna do that?” The sound of Yeosang’s voice brought you all to turn to the man. He strutted his way in, moving behind the bar to stand at your side. He had a teasing grin on his face as he placed a hand on the wood.
“What? Don't tell me you actually want to keep me away?” You squint your eyes up at him.
“Maybe for just a bit longer.” He whispered to you.
You began to purse your lips as you looked anywhere that wasn’t Yeosang’s eyes. You felt the blush starting on your face which caused you to look down. A smile was threatening to overtake your face, something you always did when you were feeling flustered over something. Chuckling the man’s teasing words off, you looked at the other two.
“Where's Yunho?” You asked, trying to steer the conversation away from your state.
“He went to meet with the sheriff. Talk about some things with him.” Jongho answered.
You hummed, eyes drifting away from them. They all shared a glance with each other, but Jongho had already noticed your ticks when it came to certain things. You were holding back from asking what you wanted. He once again thought you were scared of them which seemed to bother him.
He couldn’t remember the last time any of them spent talking with people that wasn’t their own group. Most often Hongjoong would just scold them for even thinking they could befriend citizens or even other gang members. His captain had issues when it came to trusting people but that didn’t hinder them from trying to form bonds.
It was hard to find people with common interests, at least ones who won’t rob you blind in the dead of night. Nobody was as open minded as they cared to say. It wasn’t the right era for them to live among people who saw them as heroes.
However, you didn’t seem to mind. At least not with the way you would speak to all of them. You already knew the bluntness of the problem. They were criminals in the eyes of the community but you didn’t treat them any differently. And if Jongho could say, you did change your demeanor much more after learning the way they actually worked as a gang.
So thinking that you were still scared of saying the wrong thing bother him to no end.
“You know. You keep saying you're not very good at hiding your emotions and I can see it now.” The younger male told you.
“I never said I was trying to keep them hidden.” You retorted.
“Why don't you ask what you want to then?” Jongho had started to lean over the bar, getting closer to you.
“Would you give answers if I asked them?” You immediately said.
“Not fully.” Soenghwa spoke up from your side. “You're not normal.” He added.
“So I've been told my whole life.” You smiled sarcastically. “You're a group of outlaws and criminals in the eyes of the public. You're not going to just give up everything to a person you just met.”
Your statement made Jongho sit up straight in his seat. His shoulders lost their tension learning that it wasn’t because you were scared of them. Though thinking over your words he noticed you were so much different than what he thought of. You were open minded sure, but you were also smart with the decisions you made.
“You're very understanding. It's frightening how well you know what to say to others.” Yeosang said.
“I didn't have many friends. I don't go out often.” You shrugged, a frown on your face. “All that time I have is spent dreaming up things no one else would. Besides, I've lived long enough to know that gangs are not people you want to be friends with.”
“And yet here you are.” Seonghwa spoke up.
“Well we've all established that I'm not like others.” You went back to your chores, rearranging the bottles of liquor on the shelves.
They all shared a look with one another once more. It was obvious they had never come across someone like you. They have expressed on multiple occasions that the way you acted was not something they found to be a nuisance. They liked your spirit, much more than they have ever liked anyone else's. There were a lot of people out there who had your spunk but when the time came down to it were they really going to spend the time to get to know them?
Who knows how many rejections each one of them have had when it came to friendships. Don’t even bother to think about a relationship. They had only each other to lean on for a long while. The past couple of years were not easy for them, far from it. You felt like a breath of fresh air to them. It gave them hope that one day others would see them as people who were just trying to fit in the world.
“Tomorrow.” Yeosang called.
“What about it?” You asked, turning to him.
“We'll take you to meet the others.” Seonghwa told you. “You're too perfect to not let them know you.”
Aside from the happy smile that grew on your face at knowing you were going to see the others, a blush bloomed as well. The way he had called you perfect made your heart skip a beat. There weren’t many people who would compliment you in such a way. You had your admirers who would come by and say you had the beauty of a goddess but oftentimes ended up retracting their offers of going out when you opened your mouth. You never really made it out of the talking phase with men.
Hearing someone like Seonghwa call you perfect really made your heart soar and your stomach to squeeze with butterflies. It was something you weren’t used to but also something you wanted to hear more of. Not that you would ever tell them.
You scrunched up your nose when you heard Jongho laugh.
“She's blushing.” Yeosang pushed himself off the bar, moving to stand closer to you to see your red face.
“I'll be damned. Pretty girl, likes compliments.” Seonghwa laughed, his hands moving to hold your cheeks.
“Seonghwa!” You scolded, moving your face away when the man cooed at you.
“Write that down, Jongho.” Yeosang laughed, causing the deputy to chuckle as he watched you become even more flustered.
“I have work to do.” You could hear their laughs as you stormed away.
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🎶 Composition of the Century (The Collab Masterlist!) 🎶
Hello, everyone! Welcome to the concert hall.
Take your seats and silence your phones, we have the genius Min Yoongi himself to celebrate on his thirtieth birthday!
Isi (@raplinesmoon), Ryen (@kithtaehyung) and Mars (@joheunsaram) are stoked to announce the masterlist for our second BTS 30 for 30 collab. For this collaboration, we have gathered 30 fantastic writers to showcase 30 musical pieces celebrating Yoongi's brilliant mind during his birth month.
🎼 All details/ratings of the upcoming lineup are under the cut. These fics are slated to go on tour by March 15th, so get ready to be moved (and don’t forget to come back and give them a listen!)
by the time i've figured out what it's worth (m) by @ugh-yoongi
⤷ Guitar
🤍 Yoongi x Reader(f)
🎶 est. relationship, marriage au | angst, smut
🎼 You used to find comfort in it—listening to those old songs, an aural timeline of your and Yoongi’s relationship. The shy sounds of falling in love, the tinkling of a ring in a dish, the inevitable crash and burn. All those songs aren’t so comforting anymore, when you’d do anything to keep him and Yoongi’s got one foot out the door.
🎧 Listen Here!
The Eternal Prince (13+) by @phenomenalgirl9
⤷ Accordion
🤍 Yoongi x Reader(f)
🎶 fantasy, reincarnation au | action
🎼 Everyone heard of the Prince who got cursed to be a beast for being too proud of his beauty, ever heard of the Prince who got cursed to have a frozen heart because he was cold? But, only one thing can thaw the ice in his heart, love. And only one person can give it to him, Y/n, will he be able to save her this time round? This time round, will his heart thaw?
🎧 Listen Here!
Seductress In Satin (M) by @daimyosjeon
⤷ Songwriting
🤍 Songwriter!Yoongi x Reader(f)
🎶 est. relationship au | smut
🎼 Yoongi has been ignoring you for a couple of weeks now because of his work. Finally, it's time to step up your game.
Pull On My Heart Strings (13+) by @cutest-bunny-writings
⤷ Harp
🤍 Yoongi x Reader(f)
🎶 angst, fluff
🎼 You've been waiting for this show for so long. To see award winning harpist Min Yoongi perform live, in a front row seat! What could possibly go wrong?
🎧 Listen Here!
Please Linger (M) by @matchy6812
⤷ Synrix
🤍 Musician!Yoongi x Reader(f)
🎶 fantasy au | humor, smut
🎼 After terrorizing the villagers with one too many pranks, you’ve been locked away in The Tower to atone for your petty crimes. As far as you know, The Tower is impenetrable. Nobody can get in, and nobody can get out. It seems you’ll never escape—until one night, a man named Yoongi barges in…
🎧 Listen Here!
Floating Chapels (17+) by @persephonesorchid
⤷ Chimes
🤍 Yoongi x Reader
🎶 regency au, strangers to lovers | angst, fluff
🎼 You open a music school for underprivileged youth and since the beginning, you've had an anonymous doner: they provide your students with instruments and general funding. One day, Duke Min presents himself and a grand offer for you and your students.
The Departure (M) by @sugalaritae
⤷ Double Bass
🤍 Classical Musician!Yoongi x Classical Musician!Jungkook
🎶 rivals to lovers, exes to lovers, romance | angst, light fluff, smut
🎼 It's been 5 years since Jungkook's seen Yoongi play live. 5 years since he was in the same room as Yoongi. 5 long years and so much has changed. Now, on the evening of what looks like Yoongi's last concert, Jungkook watches from the audience. Every finger movement reminds him of what it felt like to be touched. Every bow movement pulls out an old memory tucked away reminding him how intoxicating it was to play with Yoongi and oh! how he aches for a chance once again. Except he's ruined everything, and nothing will ever be the way it was. Especially Yoongi.
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unrequited love (& other clichés) (m) by @hot-soop
⤷ Cello
🤍 Cellist!Yoongi x Violinist!Reader(f)
🎶 non idol au, friends with benefits | angst, smut
🎼 Namjoon thinks it’s almost funny how both of you were dumped a year apart to the day.
(It’s not.)
While you’re partial to ignoring your problems, Namjoon likes to analyse. He cries a lot. Has an existential crisis. Starts talking about how suffering breeds creativity. Quotes a bunch of arseholes like Huxley and Lennon, and apparently the validation from a few long dead greats is all he needs to get the ball rolling. So sure, you’ll go along with it - because he’s your friend and you’re feeling numb to everything anyway. Namjoon needs a way to process his pain. But when his community orchestra project takes off and becomes something bigger than either of you expected, you think maybe the distraction is something of a blessing - especially when it brings Min Yoongi, someone you knew from before, someone who’s going through a heartbreak of his own.
all that we wouldn’t say (m) by @effortandmore
⤷ Producer
🤍 Yoongi x Namjoon
🎶 canon-divergent (post-disbandment), exes to lovers | angst, smut
🎼 If Yoongi told someone that letting go of BTS and Namjoon at the same time was hard, it would be a gross understatement. It was, in fact, the worst year or so of his life, but he’s managed to somehow move on. He’s had time, therapy, and lots of friends, family, and work to distract him. Things are good now—the best they’ve ever been, maybe. But Yoongi knows better than anyone that good things don’t always last, and that point is proven when Namjoon shows back up in his life out of nowhere with an album that needs producing and questions Yoongi doesn’t have the answers to.
harder, better, faster, stronger (m) by @the-boy-meets-evil
⤷ Synth
🤍 Synth Player!Yoongi x Reader(f)
🎶 non-idol au | fluff, smut, probably not angst
🎼 Yoongi had it all. He was part of one of the most famous musical acts on the world. Sold out shows, endless opportunities to collaborate, everything he'd wanted. And he had a great personal life free from all that since so few people knew what he actually looked like. Enter you, the new person he's head over heels for. Only one problem - you have no idea he's part of the group and don't seem particularly fond of them. Will he tell you what he actually does for a living or chicken out after hearing another of your rants?
moonlight sonata (m) by @sugarwithtea
⤷ Piano
🤍 Pianist!Yoongi x Reader(f)
🎶 enemies to lovers | angst, fluff, smut
🎼 Passion is a fickle thing. It is a feeling that drives you to success, but if lost -- you can turn as stagnant as a pond. Min Yoongi has always took pride in his passion, his skill, his art. But what happens when slowly the flame dies inside him? He returns back home, to the place where he had started to love music. But, you are there. The bane of his existence. You hate him like a sweltering flame, bigger than his passion for music. And you, are not so thrilled with the news of his return. What happens when you both inevitably cross paths and start a saga of hate and love?
🎧 Teaser!
가연 (Ga-yeon) (m) by @raplinesmoon
⤷ Bassoon
🤍 Restaurant Owner!Yoongi x Nurse!Reader
🎶 fake dating au | angst, fluff, smut
🎼 Your younger sister is getting married at the end of the summer, and while everyone else in your family rejoices, you’re stuck without a date and picking up extra shifts, your previous failures coming back to haunt you. The only comfort you can find is in the tiny hole-in-the-wall Korean place that seems to stay open all night, and its handsome owner Yoongi. But what happens when your circumstances force you to rope Yoongi into a crazy plan? Will the lines between you begin to blur, or will the events of the summer bring some much needed clarity to your otherwise murky life?
A Love Supreme (M) by @gimmethatagustd
⤷ Saxophone
🤍 Musician!Yoongi x Author!Reader
🎶 cruise ship au, strangers to lovers | light angst, fluff, humor, smut
🎼 After your most recently published novel miserably flops, shipping yourself off to sea on a three-week cruise without reliable internet or cell phone service sounds like a great way to run from your problems (and your editor). You don’t expect to find the cure for writer’s block at the cruise ship’s jazz club in the form of an uptight saxophone player.
Dissonance (M) by @sailoryooons
⤷ Clarinet
🤍 Musician!Yoongi x Musician!Reader
🎶 enemies to lovers, idiots to lovers | a little angst, smut
🎼 You have worked endlessly for everything in your life. Your scholarship, your high standing at Juilliard, and most certainly trying to afford an apartment in New York while chasing your dreams in the legendary halls of musical geniuses. And then there’s Min Yoongi, who works hard at nothing, who doesn’t care to study, and who shows up late to everything. After three years of dealing with him, you are determined to take first chair from him during your final semester at Juilliard. Even if it kills you.
Standing Right Here (M) by @sweetestofchaos
⤷ Keyboard
🤍 Business Management Major!Yoongi x Business Management Major!Reader
🎶 college au, friends to lovers | angst, fluff, light smut
🎼 As the youngest son of the Min family, Yoongi is forced to follow in his father's footsteps to help take care of the family business. Yoongi goes about his college life with his head down, keeping to himself but one encounter outside with a classmate changes Yoongi's view about his life. When Yoongi's father catches wind, Yoongi is giving an ultimatum that will change his life forever. Will he make the right call or be left standing alone?
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Insatiable (M) by @mincursedarokster
⤷ Janggu Drum
🤍 Actor!Yoongi x Actor!Jimin
🎶 romantic comedy, rivals to lovers | fluff, some smut
🎼 When Yoongi loses his top spot in a recent poll to Jimin, the last thing he expect was to find himself on set with the younger male and having to take him under his mentorship as they work together in period piece where Jimin is the vocalist to Yoongi's Janggu playing. Whilst everyone around him see’s Jimin as the perfect little angel, a doting mentee, Yoongi knows differently. Can Yoongi keep his sanity and his composure on set dealing with the insatiable appetite of the devilish angel?
Hexed (T) by @minisugakoobies
⤷ Oboe
🤍 Witch!Yoongi x Vampire!Seokjin
🎶 supernatural, enemies to lovers, witch au | fluff, humor
🎼 Ancient vampire Jin really has it all - fame, fortune, and undying good looks. His immortal life is perfect... or it would be, if it weren't for that annoying(ly handsome) witch Yoongi and his unearthly desire to make Jin's world an unliving hell.
The Song of Us (PG) by @seokra
🤍 Yoongi x Reader(f)
🎶 contemporary romance | fluff
🎼 What was supposed to be a simple cafe date, turns into a night of adventure in a world of music you’ve never experienced before.
Gold (M) by @yoongimingyu
⤷ Vocals (Singing)
🤍 Yoongi x Reader(f)
🎶 est. relationship | fluff, smut
🎼 One thing your boyfriend isn’t shy about is his musical talent. He puts words together in a way that completely convinces you that that’s how they were supposed to be all along – strung next to each other just like that. The fact that he knows it too… It's pretty hot, honestly. You know he enjoys getting to show off a little – sit you down, share what he’s been working on and watch you light up with pride. All of this only makes it especially intriguing when he gets suddenly bashful about his most recent songwriting development.
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A Change of Rhythm (PG) by @min-yumniverse
⤷ Trumbone
🤍 Yoongi x Musician!Reader
🎶 contemporary romance, hurt/comfort, comedy | slight angst, fluff
🎼 Music doesn’t feel as powerful as it once has. The notes on the keyboard feel boring, and uninteresting. The guitar and drums feel likewise. Each day feels like it’s littered with laziness and unamusement. Which means; it’s time for a change of rhythm.
🎧 Teaser! | 🎧 Listen Here!
all about that bass (m) by @augustbutwinter
⤷ Bass
🤍 Yoongi x Reader
🎶 band au | crack, fluff, light smut
🎼 Yoongi’s band tries to get their grumpy bassist laid. Little do they know he has a secret.
Time Out (M) by @bangtanintotheroom
⤷ Vocals (Rap)
🤍 Underground Rapper!Yoongi x Underground Rapper!Reader(f)
🎶 non-idol au, not-quite lovers | angst, fluff, smut
🎼 What you and Yoongi had going on now was a far cry from the days when the two of you would be at each other’s throats with lyrics that cut sharp as a knife. But lately, you’ve been pulling back, busy with something that you didn’t want to divulge to Yoongi just yet. And now, he can’t help but wonder if you want to go back to those old days...
Beat of my Heart (M) by @joonminshua
⤷ Tambourine
🤍 Yoongi x Afab!Reader
🎶 college au, band au, strangers to lovers | fluff, humor, smut
🎼 'How hard can it be to play the tambourine? You just shake it around and smack it and then you have music, right?' That’s what you think until you’re holding the instrument in your hand and it sounds nothing like the way it does when Min Yoongi, your college’s musical prodigy, plays it during band practice. When he reluctantly decides to help you practice, you start to notice just how serious he is about the unassuming percussion instrument. You also start to notice just how passionate, kind, and undeniably handsome he is. Needless to say, you didn’t intend on picking up a crush alongside your new hobby.
Counting Time (M) by @mrworldwideshoulders
⤷ Xylophone
🤍 Percussionist!Yoongi x Flutist!Reader
🎶 college au, enemies to lovers (or so she thinks) | fluff, eventual smut
🎼 Min Yoongi only cares about two things. One: keeping his parents off his back. Two: finishing college on time so he can spend one last summer playing gigs with his band before he has to start working and join the rat race. Faced with losing out on his summer plans over a missing course credit or joining concert band, a guaranteed easy A, the choice is obvious. He knows how to count the beats. He just never counted on you.
Muffled Tones (21+) by @nabiolive
⤷ Drums
🤍 Drummer!Yoongi x Groupie!Reader(f)
🎶 glam rock au, strangers to lovers | angst, fluff, smut
🎼 To Yoongi, all that mattered was sex, drugs, and rock & roll. Then you came along, and although he couldn't stop thinking about you, his priorities remained the same.
dearly bereft. (nc-17) by @rkivian
⤷ Flute
🤍 Flutist!Yoongi x Duchess!Reader
🎶 forbidden romance, exes au, suggestive | angst
🎼 dearly bereft, you should be aware by now, that your words are only a product of your silly little heads - that which is also stubborn... that which puts your drivenness to perilous use. alternatively, yoongi's audacious company is to blame for your failure of ending your repetitive endeavours.
Inconvenient (M) by @v-hope-mins
⤷ French Horn
🤍 Jazz Lounge Owner!Yoongi x Heiress!Reader
🎶 marriage of convenience, friends to lovers | fluff, smut
🎼 While on a family vacation, your father delivers his ultimatum. He wishes you to be married before taking over more responsibilities in your family’s hotel chains. Either you choose someone, or he puts forward his own suitor. He admits he already has a suitor in mind - Kim Seokjin. Feeling betrayed you walk out of the lunch. Your walk leads you to an old acquaintance, Min Yoongi. The two of you get to talking, your conversation leading you to make a decision. A marriage of convenience. Yoongi obviously thinks it's a bad idea, but you convince him. However, Yoongi proves to be too good of a husband, and suddenly your growing feelings become inconvenient. How are you supposed to survive in a marriage of convenience when you're falling for your husband?
beguiling melody (m) by @ressjeon
⤷ Gayageum
🤍 Vampire!Yoongi x Seamstress!Reader
🎶 romantic suspense, strangers to lovers, historical fantasy, 1800s au, voyage au
🎼 Secretly boarding the ship in hopes of finding a better life had not been easy. Even more so when you witness something that could have put your life in danger. but the ominous yet captivating stranger sparks your curiosity when he began targeting your greatest desires - making you question if his intentions are to solely ensure that you will keep his secret.
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adagio (pg-15, nc-17) by @lveclouds
⤷ Violin
🤍 Violinist!Yoongi x Princess!Reader
🎶 forbidden love, strangers to lovers | heavy angst, fluff
🎼 In which Queen Mara’s only heir falls for a gorgeous violinist with a mysterious and shrouded past.
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Lasting Melody (R) by @joheunsaram
⤷ Conductor
🤍 Conductor!Yoongi x Violinist!Reader
🎶 exes to lovers | angst, fluff, smut
🎼 The flowers blooming always reminded you of the spring you spent in the arms of your program’s recluse. The man who was too shy to even raise his hand in class but bold enough to ask for your number. With years spent apart and your fame making it harder to build any connections, you thought about him sitting at his piano composing a melody you played when life got too hard. The same melody echoing through the empty theatre you stumbled onto to hide from the rain.
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to zanarkand (m) by @kithtaehyung
⤷ DJ
🤍 Yoongi x DJ!Reader(f)
🎶 marriage au, childhood friends to lovers | angst, fluff, smut
🎼 Your best friend has explicitly entrusted you to be in charge of all the music for his wedding. Which means you get a back row seat to watch the love of your life walk down the aisle. To the song that brought you together in the first place.
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Moonlight Reign Ch.1
A/N: Instead of forcing myself to focus on one series at a time, I'm planning to write what sparks joy to write in the moment and post it as I go! Hopefully this will clear some wips and help me feel less disorganized lmao! Not to say I'm not working on THB, I def am I just want to have something to post as I work on THB and the bigger projects like the LWAB fics among other things! So (hopefully) I'll keep these chapters limited to 5-7k, but we'll see lol pls enjoy and send me asks I thrive on them and so does my motivation!
And a huge thank you to my wonderful B @rapline-heaux for beta-reading ily!!
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Pairing: Yandere! Mafia! BTS x Reader
Words: 5.7k
Warnings: crime, sensory flashbacks, trauma, unhealthy relationships, yandere behavior not rlly in this part but soon, pining, violence, past abuse, past neglect, academic neglect, stitches, drunk Jungkook, tackling, pinning someone down, mention of open relationship, poly is the norm is this au
“It’s time to go now.”
1, 2, 3, 4
“Five years after the fall of the underground power family, Moon Corporation, people still suspect an even more powerful company has taken their place since…”
1, 2, 3, 4
“It’s… so red…”
1, 2, 3, 4
“The exposure beheld more answers than questions, but on the five-year anniversary of the suicidal explosion that killed the head, Moon Byungyeol and his daughter, the elusive green-haired girl who was 18 at the time, colleagues mourn in secret and establishments fear an anniversary heist or something worst than last year as the date rapidly approaches…”
1, 2, 3, 4
“Locals have several theories on the big conglomerate that now controls Seoul’s business, underground and above, with the mafia organizations and gangs running rampant, people fear the government is under their thumb as well…”
1, 2- SHUT UP
You inhaled deeply as if just surfacing from the drowning body of water residing in your brain. Your fingers stilled from the tapping, a desperate attempt to make you surface, a sorry technique your brief stint in therapy drilled into you. Maybe having nothing led to illogical personal connections with a number. Of all your training as an heir, it was the mundane basic curriculum lessons that fascinated you the most. You were never good at math, but you loved to be perplexed by the numbers. It was a humbling experience, and in your fruitless calculations, four was always the easiest to wrap your head around. Of course, you didn’t know how humbled you’d be until you were a 20 year old trying to figure out how to do middle school math. Your education left much to be desired growing up, but you still enjoyed learning.
You used to be convinced four was too perfect of a number for such an ugly world, and though you let go of the notion with your past life, it didn’t change that it was a world you had to feign blind to now. In your youth, four was a beautiful result of a simple equation, a funny origin to big numbers. It was a warm hug among the violent reactions when you’d get questions far below your intended grade level wrong. In a world where stuffed animals were banned from your childhood room, the number four was all you had. You didn’t particularly like how pathetic that made you feel, but it didn’t change how much it helped you on days like these.
Your palms retracted from their firm placement on the wall you leaned on, relaxing you. Releasing your slightly curled fingers, you stifled a bitter laugh at the desperate attempt to grasp onto something. It was always so degrading to scrub off the marks your acrylics made along the wall, but the stiletto nails made taps loud enough to bring you back. It was an absolute mystery how the school you worked at let you get away with these.
Your little episode was finished as you settled your mind with the news continuing to drone on. You massaged your jaw, sore from the subconscious clench you were cursed with. You blew out a sigh as you felt your face and nodded when no tears were felt. Your phone buzzed, alerting you to the time and you groaned. Your damn neighbor would be here any minute now.
Jungkook wasn’t a mean guy by any means, quite the opposite. He was extremely insistent on your well-being, so much so it bordered on doting, and such behavior made you clam up. You didn’t know how to respond to his fussing over you. Hell, you didn’t know how to respond to most interactions outside of your old family business for a long while. That was just one of the many things he taught you, and he never once lost his cool doing so. He was patient with you, and you didn’t know how to thank him for it.
You both had been in the same class when you attended university, and while you were fine with letting your temporary acquaintanceship go no further than asking for notes or the occasional study session, he was a force to be reckoned with. You just kept running into him and when you moved here and found he was your next-door neighbor, you knew there was no getting out of it. He was going to be your friend. Although, you never understood why he wanted to be so bad.
Cut to a whole year after you both graduated, and it still didn’t make any sense. You both were polar opposites in a lot of ways. He was the regular party boy always at clubs and coming home at ungodly hours of the night. Meanwhile, you were usually in bed by 11:00 pm and only left your apartment for the job that barely covered your rent. Needless to say, you weren't exactly a social butterfly, so if you found one friend in Jungkook, you figured it wouldn't be such a crime.
However, having Jungkook as a friend meant having a weekly dinner with him as he mooched off of your TV and you mooched off of the food he paid for. It was an even enough exchange. Plus, it was nice to talk freely, or well, as free as you've ever been able to, even if just for a little bit.
You faced the mirror, patting down your hair, thankful for how much healthier it was without the cheap dye job you had done yourself when you were 14, “That green didn’t suit me at all,” You mused, fixing your hair, “Plus it nearly ruined my hair.” You murmured to no one in particular, keeping track of your speeding thoughts as you settled back into Earth.
Jungkook knocked on the door and you nodded to yourself, “It’s open!” You called and sat down at the table as he walked in, take-away bags in his hands.
“You really shouldn’t leave your door open like that, you know.” He tsked like he always did. It just made sense to leave it unlocked when you knew he was coming, especially if you needed to run to the bathroom so you could finish crying before facing him. Of course, you haven't had to do that in a while, but better safe than sorry. Your issues, for lack of better term, were no secret to Jungkook, and you both knew it, but you liked to avoid having him see you at your most vulnerable when you could help it.
You simply shrugged as you helped him unpack the food, “We’re the only ones on the top floor.” You reminded him, “it would be quite silly of a criminal to come all the way up to the 20th floor.” You chided.
“Still.” He tried to argue but quickly gave up. Jungkook knew by now that you could take care of yourself, but sometimes you wished you’d let him do it for you more often. However, he let this potential argument go, this time. He looked around and narrowed his gaze at the TV, “Why do you still have the news on?”
You paused and looked up from your food as it prattled on about your family, “I guess I forgot,” You forced your casual tone, “Did you get-”
“Syndicates, huh…?” He echoed the news reporter’s words, eyes fixated on the screen with a curious look, “The news is so weird with this stuff.”
The chopsticks in your hand stilled. You wanted to say that the syndicates were even weirder since they were the ones that probably signed off on the script. As a little girl, that was the first thing you had learned, how to play chess outside on a park bench, how to play chess crushing people in your hands as you moved them. It had all been the same to you for far too long.
“Like I care, it’s just background noise.” A lie, you hated lying, but it was something you had to get used to doing for the sake of your safety.
“You aren't scared of these guys at all?” Jungkook looked at you like you were crazy, although his eyes didn't match the rest of his face's intensity.
Shaking off the weird notion, you rolled your eyes, “A world without you buying me dinner is pretty spooky but that,” You gestured to the TV, “Is a cheap haunted house in comparison to the hell of making dinner or worse, ordering it myself, on a Friday night.” You giggled.
Jungkook rolled his eyes with a scoff, “Is that all I am to you? A sugar daddy?” He asked in mock offense and you nearly spit out your drink.
You swallowed roughly before glaring at him as he laughed, “If you’re my sugar daddy, I need a new one.” You retorted and his laugh died while a childish pout settled on his face, “I mean, all I get is a measly dinner once a week and I still have to work and pay my bills?”
“Well, what do I get, huh?” He crossed his arms, and it made you chuckle. Laughter had never come easy to you growing up, and it still had a hard time coming to you but after years by Jungkook’s side it was easier than ever to do, “Where’s my sugar?” He thrusted his cheek toward you, tapping on it with his index finger.
You rolled your eyes in spite of the flutter in the pit of your stomach and pushed his face away with your index finger, “My presence is your sugar, dummy.” You teased and how easy it was to be human around him made you smile wider, “Plus I let you watch your silly little shirtless men.”
He clicked his tongue, “First of all, if you’re going to call them shirtless men, at least call them hot because look at him.” He pressed a button on your remote and his favorite fighter, Park Jimin filled the screen, “Second of all, it’s literally fewer syllables to just say MMA fights.”
You took a bite of your food and shrugged, “Don’t you have, like, a million boyfriends? Wouldn’t you make them jealous drooling all over Jimin?” You challenged, vaguely remembering Jungkook saying he had more than three boyfriends at some point. Not that it was surprising, most people had at least two significant others. Unless they were you, of course. You had no one to talk to but the man sitting in front of you, forget about a significant other. “He would make me pretty damn insecure.” You chuckled.
Jungkook scrunched his brows at you, “Six.” He corrected, mirth filling his eyes already.
You looked from the TV to him, “Hm?” You tilted your head to the side.
“I have six boyfriends, thank you very much.” He stated matter-of-factly, and you rolled your eyes at his tone, “Why? Are you trying to give me seven significant others?” He feigned a scandalous gasp, “Well, the relationship is open, you know, so I guess I could pencil you in–” You cut him off by shoving a piece of chicken in his mouth with a glare. The teasing made your chest seize for a split moment when faced with his teasing smirk, so this had been the best way to shut him up.
Jungkook had always been a flirt, he often relished in teasing you to see how embarrassed you would get. Thankfully, over the years you had gotten used to it. You had already known his relationship was open since he mentioned how often they’re all apart, but you didn’t care to entertain that kind of intimacy with Jungkook even in your thoughts these days. It was just better that way.
“Ha, ha, we got a comedian.” You deadpanned and before you could say anything else, something on the screen caught your eyes, “What the fuck?” You mumbled.
“What?” Jungkook inquired as he looked at the TV, swallowing the food you fed him.
The camera had panned over the crowd and over an eerily familiar face poorly covered with sunglasses. The etching of a scar peeking out of the cheap frames told you all you needed, though. That was your uncle.
What the hell was he doing showing his face? Let alone this close to the five-year anniversary of everything. The new syndicate in charge took great joy in celebrating the fall of your family, no doubt they’re itching for someone to make an example of someone. Worry tried to leak its way into your veins, but you fought it. Why should you care about him? If he wanted to sign his death certificate, that was on him.
Still, the sight of a man you were almost positive you’d never see again made you feel uneasy. You’d acclimated to regular life quite well, so one of the few remnants of your past life appearing like a ghost was ominous. In spite of your unease, you couldn’t look away. Almost as if you were waiting for him to poof away. You kinda wished he would.
The camera changed and you finally blinked.
“N-Nothing.” You finally said, shaking your head, “I just thought I recognized someone, that’s all.” Your hands trembled for the briefest of moments as you lifted food to your mouth.
“Oh really, who?” Your only friend asked curiously and you shrugged as you chewed.
“Just some teacher that called in today.” You lied and it made your food taste sour for a moment. It was for the best you lied, you had to keep reminding yourself of that.
“Hell, I’d call in too if it meant I could see the fight live.” You were thankful Jungkook dropped the topic and let your shoulders relax. You shouldn’t feel bad for lying, really. An unspoken rule between you both was that you never pried about private details. Jungkook led his life and you led yours. Hell, you don’t even know what he does for a living, but it wouldn’t surprise you if it was living off of his boyfriends’ income. Not to mention you didn’t even know if he lived with anyone else next door or if that was just a place of his own to use on occasions. Though, you couldn’t help being a little jealous at the idea of being so pampered.
“Yeah, I could go for a silly little shirtless man fight on occasion.” You shrugged with a cheeky grin.
“Silly?!” Jungkook guffawed, “I’ll have you know if he wins this fight, he’ll qualify for the championship, so this is pretty high stakes.” He toted his knowledge of the sport.
“Hasn’t he already been champion like a few times now?” You asked, barely following.
“Yeah, but, he’s been off his game this season for… personal reasons, so he’s never been this close to not qualifying.” He admitted, and your brows scrunched at the melancholy in his eyes.
“Damn.” You mustered, “How do you know all this?” You asked, genuine curiosity lighting your eyes.
Suddenly, Jungkook’s cheeks reddened as he tore his eyes from you, “Interviews and stuff, you know.” He waved his hand dismissively and you rolled your eyes.
“Nothing wrong with being a fanboy.” You chided, “I’m certainly in no place to judge.” You offered, reminding him of your fixation on TV dramas, making him snort before you both honed in on the TV.
These fights were quite fascinating and allowed you to at least tap into some of your training. It was how you knew that Jimin was going to win this fight from the first calculated punch, his form was immaculate and instead of going for the face, he drove his fist into his opponent’s ear. It was a dirty trick, but it was more than enough to give him an opening.
“Holy shit, I think he might win this.” The fanboy across from you breathed.
“No way he isn’t going to win.” You confirmed.
“Don’t get my hopes too far up.” He all but squeaked out, basically on the edge of his seat.
After a couple of rounds and idle chitchat, the fight ended with Jimin as the victor. You clapped lightly, but Jungkook was so elated he hugged you as he let out a celebratory roar. The first couple of times he did this shocked you so bad your hands almost went to snap his neck. Now that you were both years into the friendship though, the gesture just made you chuckle. Soon after, just like it did every match, Jungkook’s phone vibrated and he had to leave. He always left you with some kind of affection and this time it was a kiss on the cheek, a rare one, but not a huge step from the common forehead kisses he gave you.
“Don’t drink too much.” You warned and he flashed you a cheeky smile, “At least don’t get into trouble.”
“We’ll see.” He chuckled, and you rolled your eyes.
“Well then don’t make it my problem!” You yelled and he waved a hand as he closed your door behind him.
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“Father?” You whimpered as a strong hand patted your head to calm you, or soften the blow of what was to come, you couldn’t quite tell, “Tell me you didn't.” Your voice was in shambles as you trembled beneath his palm.
The news mocked you as panic took a hold of your body, shaking it out of the shred of blissful ignorance you had clung onto. Ever since your father took you in, you had many responsibilities, but the comfort of not needing to keep up with the public facade kept you going. You hated the public, all the pleasantries, and honeyed words. None of it made sense, and now, now you felt foolish for not involving yourself more. For not ensuring that something like this could never happen and crumble the only world you’ve known.
Still, even as despair monopolized your nerves, a tear wouldn’t fall. You weren’t sure if you knew how to shed them, but you knew it would only piss off your father.
Moon Byungyeol was a rough man and calling him father teetered between feeling genuine and like a formality. He was a boss first, but sometimes he wore the mask of a dad. Sometimes, but it was enough times with enough gusto that you couldn’t tell which side of him best represented his true self– or if he even had a truthful bone within himself.
He may have been rough, but he was all you had. He and the family he brought you into had been your first priority all your life, even when you had never really been his priority at all.
Not unless you could be used as currency.
“Y/n, it's time for us to go,” His voice was somber, but even. You’d never seen him so outwardly upset, but even so, he didn’t so much as let his eyes water as his life’s work shattered before his eyes. He was left with a subdued longing as he looked at the TV, melancholic defeat infecting his usually strong posture, “I let this greed consume me, and I'm afraid it's begun eating not just me alive now.” He admitted and it made you feel ill.
“...such evidence is linking the Moon Corporation to heinous organized crime activities painting them as a possible syndicate, but no arrests have been made nor has a formal criminal investigation on Moon Byungyeol himself been launched, but many workers under the company are being investigated due to possible involvement…”
Everything was dying. The realization that everything you did, all the lives you took, all the training you had suffered through, had never been for some prosperous empire you were promised. All of it had been to supply the lining of your father’s and uncle’s pockets. You should’ve been angry, shocked, or even appalled, but you weren't. You were numb to the fact that you were raised on lies. Fear resided in your veins about what that meant for you.
“If I just cash out and retire, we could never live in peace,” He shook his head as he switched off the TV before he placed his hands on your shoulder, catching your attention, “But Uncle Byungjoo has a plan that I think might just work.” You swallowed hard at this. Anything Byungjoo could think seldom meant good things for you. On your best days with him, you were a mere afterthought, but on the worst days– most days– you were–”The only thing is that you and I will have to… separate…”
He was going to abandon it. No, he was going to abandon you. The only thing more pitiful than your fear had to be your shock. What reason did you truly have to be surprised that he was throwing you away just as easily as he picked you? He was going to cash out one last time, and leave like this whole operation meant nothing to him. All the while you had put an inkling of faith in his heart to love this empire, like a fool. At the very least, it was the closest thing to love that you knew. This entire place was all you knew. When was the last time you had gone out on your own as anything but his daughter?
“But…” Your mouth was woefully dry, “The empire, just like you said, it’s-”
“We were never an empire,” His self-loathing clung to each word and disgust curled in your stomach as you looked at his solemn face, “I treated this organization as a bank, a money maker, it was inevitable that the paper I cradled would catch fire.” The roundabout way he was speaking began to grate at your nerve. The pseudo-poeticism of his words did nothing to save his dignity, but you didn’t tell him that.
You didn't scream, yell, or cry.
At least you hadn't, yet.
“Then who will rule Seoul?” You wondered aloud.
“That’s not my problem anymore.” He said as if it were the easiest thing to come to terms with.
“Who will stay with me?” You asked meekly, immediately regretting it as you watched his previous words dance on his lips before he decided against it.
He smiled warmly at you and it brought a chill down your spine, “Some of us are meant to be alone.” He patted your shoulder and you wanted so badly to break into pieces from the impact.
No one would stay with you. Not him, not anyone, and he didn't care.
That wasn't the answer you had hoped for. You hung your head in shame, shame that you expected anything other than a cold answer from a man on fire. The request for him to just kill you was on the time of your tongue before he turned around, ready to attend his last hurrah.
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You woke up with a start from a bang outside, but considering the fact that it was 4 am, you chalked it up to city noise. Now awake, you stared at the ceiling and blew out an annoyed sigh. You were constantly plagued with flashbacks both in and out of your dreams, and you wished the rancid memories would choose one state of consciousness to haunt you in. Your therapist a couple of years back told you it's normal for people who have gone through what you have to constantly see what you were then in trying to dissect where you are now. Essentially, it was a constant cloud that hung over your head, and no matter how far you removed yourself from that life, its consequences would stay etched into your skin.
Another bang sounded outside your window and you grimaced. Anniversary week was beginning, and you felt more on edge than usual.
Five years ago exactly, you saw the match light. In four days, it will have officially been five years since you saw the flames engulf your home, your family, and everything you were. Each year, this week was chaos for the city of Seoul. Each day was accompanied by an event that slowly grew more and more above ground. It was almost mocking the past, the surfacing of dirty secrets. Secrets the world knew, but never wanted to see, cowards.
The new syndicate at the top of the kingdom was known as Bangtan to the underground scene, but with a “Group” tacked on after the ominous name, they were also the kings of the business world. They were much better at actually hiding their identities, hence why most average people assumed there was no such syndicate anymore or that the “law” took care of it. As if the “law” wasn’t under the thumb of the kings.
Even so, your information could very well be outdated. The whispers from the underground, also known as the Underworld or even more to the point, Hell, reached your ears less and less as you removed yourself from the lives of anyone who knew who you were. No longer working at the diner your previous nanny ran shut you off from the underground so much so you seldom became aware of Anniversary Week’s events until two days before the main event.
Another bang, but this time on your door, startled you out of your thoughts, “I can’t believe you went to the bar on a day like today- where are your keys?!” An unfamiliar voice spoke through your door.
“Ask, y/n,” Jungkook’s slurred voice rang out in a yell as you flinched at the volume, “Y/n! I need stitches!”
This wasn't the first time Jungkook was yelling outside your door, demanding your assistance. This was just another facet of your friendship that you both silently agreed was fine. You never really asked questions, you just patched him up and left him on your couch. It really wasn't any of your business, nor did you have any desire for it to be. Jungkook was an MMA fan, and you knew he was big on that scene and the fitness scene, so it just made sense he would get into fights. You could only hope these fights were agreed upon prior to alcohol, but you weren't naive enough to actually assume that was the case.
“This isn’t even your door, baby, come on.” The voice grunted and your attention peaked. You had encountered a few men trying to help Jungkook home, but you seldom got such an obvious confirmation of their relationship with him, “What? Are you trying to booty call your neighbor?” The unknown man teased and you rolled your eyes. Were they all like this?
“I wish!” Jungkook shouted in response and you were fine with leaving your door closed this time until he spoke, “Ew, I’m dripping on the doormat.”
This made you huff as you hopped out of bed in your large t-shirt and shorts and ripped the door open. You were faced with a man with perfectly styled black hair in a three-piece suit accompanied by a trashed Jungkook with a short, but deep, cut on the corner of his forehead. The man that looked a few years older than you and Jungkook stopped struggling with your neighbor as he looked at you with the most pristine and exasperated face.Everything about this man was polished. Even as your neighbor lazily draped around the man, his suit had barely begun to wrinkle.
Meanwhile, he looked you up and down with contempt before sighing, “Look, just forget we were-”
“Y/n!” Jungkook cheered before he passed out.
“No booty calls here, sorry.” You remarked flatly, “He usually keeps his keys in his wallet for some reason.” You nodded to his pocket before you looked at his forehead again, “But he does need stitches.” You opened your door a little more, gesturing for them to come in.
The man narrowed his eyes at you, “Do you usually play nurse for him?” You bit your tongue and swallowed his condescending tone with a sigh. You couldn’t tell if he was jealous at the thought of his boyfriend having some neighbor who treats his wounds in the dead of night or if he simply didn’t like you. Although looking at his face, there was no way this man was jealous of you. His gaze was sharp nonetheless, sharp and vaguely familiar, but his eyes held no recognition for you, so you let it go.
“Only when his blood is dripping on my doormat, for the third time this month,” You pointed to the sullied mat that you had just cleaned fully this week, “Bring him in, this isn’t that uncommon-”
“But-” He tried to object, noticeably a little clammy at the unspoken knowledge of their relationship.
“Any more blood on that mat and I'm making you pay for it, now come on,” You snapped as he walked in and sat Jungkook in a chair around your table. You shut the door as you pulled your first aid kit out, “You have to sit him on the floor or the couch.”
He complied to the couch, and though he didn’t say anything, you could see the question floating around his mind.
“When he wakes up, he attacks whoever is in front of him,” You spoke, preparing the needle and thread, and you had to ignore the curiosity peaking within you when you saw the other man shift uncomfortably at your comment, “And I can't stitch and hold him down at the table,” You explained, settling your knees to lock on both sides of Jungkook’s legs and your elbows pressing on his shoulders.
“Aren't you scared he'll hurt you?” The man asked as you began stitching.
You scoffed, “I can play scared if that's what you want, but certainly not for free.” You chuckled, but he remained straight-faced. Tough crowd. You worked very hard to develop your banter skills these past five years, but he paid them no mind making your smile drop.
Eventually, you just went on stitching in silence until the man broke the silence, “Who are you?” The man spoke mid-way through your stitching.
You paused for a moment, “Didn't you hear Jungkook? I’m y/n, and who are you?”
“None of your concern,” He clipped.
You snorted a chuckle, “You're bleeding on my hardwood floor, that has me pretty concerned.” You gestured to your hand to show him the small cut on his and he slowly grabbed a napkin to press against his hand with his mouth in a thin line, “Concerned for my floor I mean.” You clarified, “But a word of advice? If you don’t want to be suspicious of you, don’t act suspicious.”
He sighed, “My name is Namjoon-”
You were tying the final knot when Jungkook snapped his eyes open, “Shit.” Was all you were able to get out. He immediately dove at you, pushing you to the floor, making the needle in your hand scratch your forearm before you threw it across the room to avoid the tempting notion of stabbing him with it. You sucked in a breath through your teeth at the burning sensation while you struggled to shake him out of it.
It didn’t take a genius to deduce why Jungkook’s fight or flight was so concentrated, he’d obviously grown up with a reason to be. Nevertheless, it has never been your place to pry or judge, if anything, it’d be quite hypocritical. He'd seen you in a less-than-ideal mental state plenty of times, to put it lightly. Plus, you knew he didn’t mean any harm, and he was always pretty apologetic after the fact. Although, you were sure the struggle looked pretty concerning as you saw Namjoon scramble to his feet.
Namjoon was trying to find an opening to cut in between the battle as Jungkook was sloppily throwing his fist down and you were moving your head to dodge each blow. Though his moves were sloppy, they were still fast and you could only dodge for so long. With no other option left, you sighed before slamming your forehead on his fresh stitches to make him stop to register the pain. You took advantage of the opening as you effortlessly pinned his arms down with your knees planted on his upper arms, “Jungkook!” You snapped as Namjoon watched his younger friend finally recognize you in his drunken haze.
“Y-Y/n?” He questioned, his tongue thick in his mouth, “You hurt my head- hey, you’re bleeding on my shirt!”
Your arm had a scratch about half the length of your forearm, it was shallow and oozing blood, but you didn’t flinch, “Wonder who made me hurt both my arm and their head, dumbass,” You muttered, examining his stitches to make sure the impact didn’t affect the new suture, “And you got your blood on my doormat and my forehead, so let’s call it a draw.” You grunted as you fixed the suture.
The sight of someone towering over his boyfriend after headbutting them made Namjoon on edge. Jungkook talked for days and days about how much he loved spending time with his neighbor, but something was… off about you. Why would a school nurse be that skilled in combat? Jungkook was a ruthless fighter and you hardly flinched.
This string of thoughts prompted his mistake of grasping your wounded forearm to make you stand so he could properly question you. What he didn’t calculate in that movement was the fact that he grasped your fresh cut, which hurt like a bitch. This pain made you bring your other forearm to his neck, pressing firmly into his trachea as his back hit the wall with a bang. You both looked at each other in surprise at your reflex. You gasped softly before releasing him, “Don’t ever manhandle a lady, Namjoon,” You mumbled as you brought distance between the two of you, “I don’t do well being frightened.”
Namjoon regained his composure, impressed by your reaction time and ability to weaken his pride in such a short matter of seconds, “Who are you?” His tone was rougher in comparison to when he first asked the question.
“None of your concern,” You mocked his voice cartoonishly, becoming more and more irritated with his line of questioning, “Now take him, an alcohol pad, and go.” You hissed, unceremoniously tossing the package at him.
He gave you a sharp glare but complied, hauling Jungkook over his shoulder and leaving. The door shut and you let a relieved sigh escape you. You shut your eyes tightly, frustrated that you let your instincts take over like that. Namjoon was undoubtedly suspicious and that’s the last thing you needed. You opened your eyes and caught sight of the clock nearing 5 am, and it was a Saturday now, so you were going to sleep in as much as you could.
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