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ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴅᴇꜱ | ᴊᴊᴋ | ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ

◦ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ :: mafia!jungkook x mafia!female reader

◦ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ :: 18+

◦ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ :: mature content, angst, smut, mafia!au

◦ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ :: 10.4k ( sheeesh )

◦ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ :: flirty jimin, jealous!JK, POSSESSIVE!JK, namjoon is still an ass ( whoop ), jimin and jk both have a daddy kink, hobi sure knows how to ruin a moment but it pays off, y/n is just a wee bit thirsty, cursing, pet names - baby, smut - teasing, rubbing through clothes, slight dirty talking ( ??? )

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Your eyes shot open, your blurred vision focusing on the white ceiling. Your heart felt like it was running a mile a minute. You must have had one of those dreams — the ones where you feel like you’re falling through the sky and your body braces for an impact that never comes. After a few deep breaths your adrenaline lowered, and your heart finally settled. You then pushed yourself to sit up. With hands placed on either side of yourself, you sat up about halfway before a surge of pain shot through your system. You winced, a small yelp slipping past your lips as you quickly shift your weight to your uninjured hand. Your brows furrowed, glancing down at where your pain receptors were running wild. As you examined the makeshift brace — made with tape and what looked like a popsicle stick — wrapped around your pinky and ring finger, all the memories began to flood in. The disgustingly clear image of Namjoon in front of you, without any visible sign of emotion on his face, caused the feelings of that moment to arise.

Anger.

You swung your legs over to the edge of the bed before noticing the familiar red and white bottle sitting on your sorry excuse of a nightstand. You scoffed as you grabbed the bottle. A bruised side and now a broken pinky? You needed hospital-graded painkillers at this point. You struggled for a moment to get the lid off. He just had to break a finger on your dominant hand, hm? This only added fuel to the little flame of rage that burned inside of you. Small noises of annoyance could faintly be heard in the hallway as you finally got the lid off. You huffed, only for your eyes to find the water bottle on your nightstand, with the cap still on. You groaned, mentally preparing yourself for another battle. After winning that war, you reached the point where talking was no longer a viable option. You took your pills and stood up, heading out of your room on a mission.

Your heavy footsteps down the hall alerted the wrong person. All it took was a peek out of his room and a glance at your face to know that whatever you were thinking of doing was a horrible idea. Jeongguk stepped out of his room and cut your path off, having him at the opposite end of your piercing glare. Your name left his mouth in a hushed tone, wrapped in worry. “What are you doing? You should be resting.”

“Where is he?” You asked, completely disregarding his concern.

“Who?” His brows furrowed together for a moment as he tried to guess who ‘he’ was. You didn’t answer him since it should've been obvious. “Namjoon?” He questioned. “What do you want to do with him?”

Your eyes narrowed at him before scoffing. You pushed past him effortlessly as you decided that you were going to find him on your own. That was the plan before Jeongguk stepped in front of you again.

“I know you aren’t going to try and fight Namjoon like that.”

“I sure the fuck am.” You tried to push past him again, but he wouldn’t budge this time. “Move, Jeongguk!”

“Don’t be stupid Y/N. I could probably blow on your pinky right now, and you would cry.”

Your eyes grew wide as you looked up at him with your jaw slightly dropped. “You got a death wish too?!”

“I’m just saying you’re not thinking rationally right now.” He reached out and placed his hands on your shoulders. His gentle touch caused a jolt of electricity to travel through your system. “I know you’re upset about what happened, but—”

“You fucking think so?!” You shrugged his hands off of you, only for him to instantly return them to your body. You inhaled deeply through your nose, trying to hold onto the remaining rage that was slowly being put out due to his contact.

“Listen, Y/N. I’m gonna tell you exactly what’s going to happen. You’re going to find Namjoon, probably curse him out a little, he’s going to give you this look,” he then proceeded to mimic Namjoon’s signature pissed-off face — his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as his brows lowered and eyes narrowed down at you. The concoction of emotions that swirled inside of you was nasty. The few times Namjoon had looked at you like that froze you from the inside out, but to see Jeongguk doing it? Well, it was anything but. “And proceed to break the pinky on your other hand. Then you’re gonna be walking around with both pinkies out like you’re at some fancy tea party.”

You swallowed the giggle that almost escaped as you resumed your poker face. “You underestimate me. I’m going to give that fuckface exactly what he deserves.” You tried to walk past him once again, but he fought you more than before. It was a short scuffle between you two before you heard the footsteps of someone walking up the stairs. Both of you became still, and soon the only movement was you slightly leaning to the side to glance past Jeongguk. You were injected with a paralytic substance as your eyes rested on his face. All feelings of rage vanished, and fear took center stage.

“Ah, just the girl I wanted to see,” Namjoon said after noticing you. There was something to his tone — it was sickeningly sweet and painfully bogus. “How are you feeling?”

How were you feeling? He had to be kidding. He must’ve taken up comedy lessons within the few hours you were knocked out because that question was a complete joke. The same man who snapped your pinky like a twig over such a trivial matter, and now he was concerned with how you were feeling? You instinctively stepped forward, only to feel a hand on your waist. Jeongguk kept you in place.

“Ah, that’s good,” he nodded without even realizing you didn’t give him an answer. Your eyes narrowed as you watched him get even closer. “I just wanted to inform you that we have a business dinner tonight, and I need you to be of service to us.”

“What?” You exclaimed. Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrowed as he glanced back at Namjoon. What would he possibly need you for? Preparations were already handled, and Namjoon said himself it was supposed to be a quick dinner. Having you as a set of extra hands was entirely unnecessary.

“No arguments.” He said simply before walking past both of you and continuing down the hallway.

You quickly turned your body to face him, eyes glued to his back as you leaned against Jeongguk’s arms which found their home wrapped around your waist. Just as a precaution. "But you broke my pinky! How the hell am I supposed to help you with anything?!”

“It’s a good thing you have two hands, huh?” He chuckled lightly. “I hope it wasn’t your dominate hand,” he then stopped walking for a moment, sparing you a glance over his shoulder, “I would hate for you to fuck up this dinner.” As he continued to walk, you pulled against the restraints of Jeongguk. You continued until he disappeared into one of the rooms, profanities flying out of your mouth every other second. Though it was a struggle, Jeongguk managed to pull you into his room and calm you down enough to convince you to take a shower.

He was no longer in the room when you were done. You were a little upset not to hear his snarky comment on how you used up all the hot water followed by that playful smirk on his lips. And all you would do was roll your eyes before crawling into the empty spot next to him, your head finding the perfect place on his chest while watching him play some aimless phone game. It was already becoming a routine after the first time. You managed to sneak into your room unseen and sat on your bed. The stillness was a little too uncomfortable. You could feel yourself going numb. The air no longer nipped at your damp skin. The hum of the house began distant as your mind wandered. Memories started to replay before your blank eyes like a movie, taking you on the darkest trip that any horror director would foam at the mouth for. Was this worth it? Was all this pain, all the mental torture, actually worth it? All for a couple of million dollars hidden behind a locked safe. Some would say no. Some would’ve folded like a cheap lawn chair at the first sign of violence. But you weren’t some.

You were tough, your mother always told you so, and your father made sure to mold you into the physical definition of it. If it wasn’t for them, you probably wouldn’t have survived a quarter of the things these men have put you through. Shit, you probably wouldn’t even have made it out of the casino alive. As much as you detested your father, you were thankful that he made you into what you are today. Sure, had things been in your own hands, you would be a lot nicer and more lenient when it came to being a child or teenager. But you made it through. You survived. Only because your mother told you so. It was her dying wish, after all.

The knock on your door practically threw your soul back into your body, allowing reality to return to you. The knob turned slowly, almost cautiously, before the door creaked open to reveal some blonde strands peeking through. Soon enough, Jimin’s face was fully shown with a soft smile on his lips. You exhaled softly through your nose as you returned the same smile. For a second, it felt like all your problems had melted away as he stepped into your room. It quickly faded into a frown, feeling the stress from everything today resurface.

“Hey,” he said shyly. He always had the sweetest of tones whenever he spoke to you. Like he made sure to be extra gentle to not startle you. “I got a little something for you tonight.” Your head tilted to the side curiously as you noticed his hands placed behind his back. Your eyes returned to his face, and, for once, his eyes wouldn’t meet yours. There always seemed to be a permanent rosiness that stained his cheeks whenever he was around you. “I heard you had a pretty bad day.”

That’s one way to put it, you thought.

“And I know you’re working—”

“Servicing,” you cut him off quietly.

Your eyes finally met. The corner of Jimin's lips tugged into a small smile as he let out an awkward chuckle. His nervousness was always so cute.

“Right, uh, servicing this dinner meeting. Taehyung was in charge of choosing your outfit again, and I just had the feeling he would fuck it up, so I took it upon myself.”

Your brows furrowed. There could be a repeat of that Valentine's Day abomination if his taste was similar to Taehyung's. That was the last thing you needed right now. These men didn’t appear to lack fashion sense, but when it came to dressing a woman? Seemed like all might as well have been lost. When he finally removed his arms from behind his back, there was a short black dress in his hands. Your eyes grew wide as they settled on the piece of fabric held in front of him. You stood up, taking steps towards him until you reached out and felt the dress between your fingers. The smooth material caused a smile to crack on your lips.

There it is, Jimin thought as his own smile formed. A warm feeling started in his chest and spread throughout his body. Your eyes lit up as you took the dress from him. You playfully pushed at his chest as you grinned.

“Go, go! I wanna put it on!” You continued until he stood outside of the room.

He chuckled at your sudden eagerness. “OK, OK! I’ll be right outside if you need me.”

You closed the door and almost instantly dropped your towel. After gathering the necessary garments, you slipped into the dress with ease. The bodice and skirt were a body con material, hugging and accentuating your curves. The sleeves were sheer, puffing out before coming back to connect around your wrists. Bishop sleeves. You only knew because of Chaeyoung. She would always shoot out random fashion facts or oddly specific compliments based on whatever you wore. It was cute, undoubtedly quirky, and seriously missed. You stared at yourself in the small mirror this room had, hung right above the dresser. It was perfect for the late winter-early spring weather. It fit you perfectly and definitely made this night a little better.

Jimin knocked on your door lightly, prompting you to tell him to come in. You heard the slight creak of the door opening, but after that, there was silence. Peeking over, you saw Jimin staring at you. You tilted your head to the side, figuring he would notice the weird look you gave, but he never reacted. It was like he was frozen in time. And he was. He swore his heart stopped the moment he laid eyes on you. You were absolutely breathtaking. He couldn’t even begin to fathom how you made such a simple dress magnificent. There was just something about you that made him a complete and utter mess — he knew from the first night he set eyes on you that you were something extraordinary. He managed to tell his feet to move, taking steps towards you until he was standing behind you. His eyes met yours through the mirror.

“You look stunning.”

Heat flooded your cheeks instantly while your heart rate increased. You did not get flustered so effortlessly, but there was something about the way he looked at you. You felt gentle hands on your body, slightly tugging at the material of your dress to finish zipping you up. It wasn’t enough for him. He so desperately wanted his hands to fit at the small of your waist. He desired to pull you into his chest, feeling as your back slightly rose then fell as you breathed. He just needed you close.

As you stared at your reflection, you realized something was missing. You stepped over the nightstand and swiped a necklace off of it. It was a simple silver chain with a butterfly charm. You’ve had it ever since you were a child — a gift from your mother on your 7th birthday. You always made sure it was on your person despite the circumstances.

“Can you put this on me?” You asked as you stood before Jimin, handing him the necklace. He nodded as he took the jewelry from you. You gathered your hair and held it away from your neck as you turned your back towards him. His eyes lingered a bit on your bare neck, mind wandering to what wonderful noises you would make with his lips pressed against your delicate skin. He clasped the necklace, allowing you to drop your hair as you smiled at your reflection.

“Radiating,” he said softly, causing your eyes to shift to his reflection. The was a small moment before he blinked rapidly, finally realizing his inside thought became an outside thought.

“Thank you,” you smiled as his cheeks flushed that familiar shade of pink. How did you always make him so flustered? He’s been around endless amounts of attractive women, on the job and not, but not one of them ever made him such a bumbling mess that his game was completely thrown off. You were the first.

The sound of someone clearing their throat ripped through the pleasant quietness you had been enjoying. Your eyes darted to the noise, seeing Jeongguk leaning against the door dressed in black fitted slacks and a white button-down shirt. He didn’t spare you a glance. Instead, his eyes were glued to the other man in the room. He was glaring at him, almost like Namjoon's minus the signature tongue in cheek but rather with his arms folded over his chest.

“Jin needs you to pick up a few things from the store,” he stated coldly. Your brows furrowed slightly at his tone. It was so interesting hearing the difference when he talked to other people versus you. Jimin nodded but made the mistake of taking one final look at you. He got lost once again in the world where it was just the two of you. “Now,” Jeongguk stated loudly. His tone filled with agitation, like the mere presence of Jimin was enough to throw him into a rage. Jimin glared at his younger before walking out of the room. Once he left, Jeongguk finally rested his eyes on you. You could see the tension from his shoulders release as he took you in.

You walked towards him, confusion still etched into your brows. “What was that about?”

“What was what about?”

“You had an attitude.” You stopped in front of him, reaching out to fix the collar of his shirt. Your gentle, domestic, touch soothed his mind for a second.

“I did not.”

You stared up at him, shooting him a look of disbelief before rolling your eyes. “Whatever you say.” You dropped the subject, figuring whatever it was about probably wasn’t that important. You gestured to your dress instead. “What do you think?” You asked while doing a little spin. Jeongguk’s lips started to tug into a smile. “Jimin picked it out.”

The start of his smile instantly dropped as soon as that particular noun left your lips. Jimin. Why would he go out of his way to do a task assigned to Taehyung? It’s not like Taehyung was too busy or couldn’t do it. It seemed fishy to Jeongguk, and he sure as hell didn’t like it. What was with the sudden interest in buying you things? And why did it bother him so much?

“You look nice.” He replied flatly. With that, he pushed himself off of the door and began to head out of your room. “The meeting will start soon. Don’t be late — Namjoon hates when people are late.” You heard the clack from his dress shoes start to disappear out of range, leaving you more confused than before. That wasn’t like him at all. You already took note of the little soft spot he had for you — he wasn’t easily angered by you like the others were and even engaged in teasing banter. Was it only in your head? It couldn’t have been… He dismissed you with such ease as if you looked like this every day. You've been rocking an oversized shirt and baggy sweatpants since the day you got here. You would think the one time you had something tight on, you would get a little more than a dry ass 'you look nice'. Jimin gave you the reaction and attention you were expecting from Jeongguk. Odd as it was, you tried to push the encounter to the back of your head. You grabbed your heels, slipping them on before leaving your room.

As you descended the stairs, tempting smells of steak entered your nostrils. It practically made you drool as you walked into the kitchen. Seokjin stood at the stove, easily splitting his attention between three pans. You approached the wide-shouldered man, peaking past his arms to see his work and ignoring the slight jump he did when your hand touched his arm. He tried his best to ignore the small brushes of your cheek against his bicep due to your curiosity.

“Wow,” you said as you pulled away from him. “I still can’t believe you know how to cook things other than ramen.” You couldn’t help the playful smirk that formed on your lips.

Seokjin whipped his head back, his brown eyes meeting you with a glare. “You didn’t deserve my amazing cooking,” he stated matter-of-factly before returning his attention to the pan.

Your smirk faltered, your nose scrunching slightly from how unfazed he was. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you retorted as you folded your arms over your chest. “It doesn’t look that good.”

Seokjin quickly let go of the pan, turning around to remind you exactly where you were and how you had no right to mouth off. Just as he was about to take a step towards you — eyes glued to your neck where one hand could easily be around it — the front door opened, stealing both of your attention. Jimin walked in with a grocery bag in one hand and his phone in the other. Whatever was on his phone had his complete attention as he walked into the kitchen. He placed the grocery bag on the island counter and rolled his eyes before locking his phone and sticking it in his jeans pocket.

“I got your groceries. Is there anything else you need or am I relieved from your duty, your majesty?” He asked while looking at Seokjin. The corners of your lips tugged into a small smile as you exhaled a little more than normal — a faint giggle. Jimin had so much sass in his sentence that you didn't know it was possible. He's always so nice to you — it was a pleasant surprise to see a new side.

Seokjin directed his hateful glare to the blonde instead. He walked past you to grab the bag off of the counter. “You could help Y/N with the hors d'oeuvres, peasant.” He turned around and started working on the meal once more. You glanced at Jimin, who had a playful smirk on his lips as he let out a soft chuckle. He shook his head a little before turning to face the counter. You stood next to him, watching briefly as he assembled various cheeses on a toothpick before picking up your own. The kitchen was quiet besides the sounds of Seokjin chopping and the sizzles of the pan. You glanced ahead, catching a glimpse of Jeongguk laughing particularly hard at whatever someone said. Your heart fluttered at his broad smile — genuine and bunny-like — and crescent eyes as he clapped his hands a few times. He was so cute, so insanely cute. You could admire him all day if given the chance. Your hands absentmindedly tried to continue the task you were given while your eyes stared ahead. You began to daydream of a little world where you gave Jeongguk your number, leading to a second astounding night or possibly a third. Maybe, he could’ve accompanied you to Paris. Maybe, you guys would’ve become a thing — a couple. Did you want to be with him? How could you even think about that? You barely knew anything about him. But yet, you felt such a strange pull towards him. Like he was supposed to be in your life in one way or another. The feeling of something smooth brushing against your hand brought you back to reality. You looked down, seeing Jimin’s slightly bigger hand next to yours. It was only a second before it quickly disappeared from your view followed by an overdramatic gasp.

“Don’t you dare touch me, peasant!”

Your eyes went wide as you looked at him. “Peasant?!” You exclaimed. “As if! I’m practically royalty!”

He chuckled, eyes looking down at the food he was preparing. “Yeah, a royal pain in my ass.”

“Oh fuck you.”

He stopped, taking another dramatic gasp before placing his hands firmly on the counter. “Fuck me? Fuck ME?” He looked at you, causing you to press your lips into a line to hold back your giggle. “What is this nonsense? I’m so nice to you!”

“Bullshit!” You laughed.

He turned his body to face you thoroughly now. His eyebrows were raised in the most comical shocked expression he could make. “I am! I talk to you, I make sure you get your meds…” You watched as his eyes trailed down before returning to your face. “I even get you this,” he leaned in a little, his hand reaching out to grab yours, “lovely, lovely, dress.” His voice lowered to a tone of seduction, sending a shiver down your spine. Flirty Jimin is absolutely dangerous.

As the heat rushed to your cheeks, you placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back. “Talking to me is the bare minimum!”

He rolled his eyes, a scoff parting from his throat. “Yeah? And the other two?”

Stillness fell between the two of you again. Jimin waited patiently for an answer, even though he knew you had no rebuttal. You directed your attention back to the food, quietly preparing everything again before finally speaking. You glanced up for a second, your eyes instantly finding Jeongguk’s. Your brows furrowed as you tried to read his expression. Was he…, glaring? At you? But why? You brushed off his weirdness for the second time before looking toward Jimin. “That’s only one nice thing. Someone probably told you to bring the meds.”

A smirk formed on his lips as he shook his head from side to side. He resumed the task at hand as well. “I’m the nicest one here to you, and you know it.”

You scoffed loudly. “I beg to differ!”

“Oh my god, shut up! Both of you just shut up!” Seokjin suddenly yelled, startling both of you. As you turned to look at him, he let out a loud groan. He faced you two with a knife in his hand, pointing it in your direction. His eyes landed on Jimin. “Help her take the food outside, then you’re banned from my kitchen for the rest of the night.”

Jimin glanced at you out of shock. “What?!” He exclaimed. “I didn’t do anything!”

“I don’t care! I’m sick of the talking and slight flirting. I need silence!”

“But!—”

“Zip!”

Your brows furrowed a little. Right now, Jimin was the only one providing you with authentic entertainment. “But—!” You tried to chime in, hoping Seokjin would give you a chance.

“Shush!” He interrupted you as well. It was worth a shot. “I’m not saying it again! Now get!”

You couldn’t help but pout as you and Jimin loaded up two silver platters with the finger foods. You didn’t get to see Jimin very often — only in passing some mornings. He was consistently assigned a task and would be gone most — if not all — of the day. The banter between you two was always a delight, and being able to his facial reactions in real-time will always be priceless. So to have your fun cut so short felt like a personal vendetta — like Seokjin couldn’t stand to see you having fun. You quietly placed the tray on the table, catching a glimpse of a man eyeing you. Your eyebrow quirked curiously as you took a moment to check him out. He was just a smidge taller than Jeongguk with black hair and the cutest pink-lipped pout you’ve ever seen. Despite his pout, everything else about him oozed sex appeal. His gaze was piercing, borderline intoxicating. He had you in his hold, and all it took was a slight smirk from him to have the heat rush to your cheeks. You quickly adverted your attention to the tray, grabbing a piece of cheese.

How you managed to ignore the irritating scowl from Jeongguk’s eyes was impressive. He noticed how familiar you and Jimin have gotten tonight, and it drove him insane. Was he always like this with you? Jeongguk never even thought about the possibility of you two developing a friendship. You guys just seemed so different on the surface. And knowing Jimin for years now, you don’t seem like his type. Actually, he knew for a fact that you weren’t his type.

Jimin liked the pretty, dainty, obviously submissive girls. He didn’t like a challenge — he just wanted someone to say ‘yes daddy’ and let him have his way. You were the farthest from that. Shit, Jeongguk couldn’t even get you to utter out a single daddy…, yet at least. So for him to give you longing stares or to place his hand anywhere on your body was like a massive warning alarm to him. He was always a possessive individual, from being protective of his toys on the playground to having trouble sharing his food. He’s been working on it, little by little, especially with having to share a house with five other people. But when it came to his relationships and the women he was interested in, that was a whole new ballgame.

It was enough that Jimin had eyes on you, but now Jeongguk noticed his guest constantly looking in your direction despite being talked to by two other people. OK, maybe he could let it slide. You were outrageously beautiful — people were bound to stare. But how you looked at him, and how you blushed and quickly got shy took Jeongguk by surprise. You get shy? Since when? This was insanely different than the girl he knew. Where was the girl who didn’t even bother to get his name before taking him home? The girl who kicked him out of her place the very next morning. Was it possible he didn’t know you as well as he hoped?

Now that he thought about it, you were a lioness. Actually, scratch that, you were more like a black-footed cat due to your small stature. Fierce, strong, tactical, and graceful. One of the most dangerous cats in the world, and yet you’ve shown him your underbelly twice. You trusted him enough to fall asleep in his arms, then in his bed. Maybe he was overthinking this — assuming you and him had something more than your one night, but it was such a challenge whenever you would look at him. Your presence alone drove him crazy, and it was becoming harder by the day to ignore the underlining sexual attraction. All he wanted to do was remind you that you were his — that no one else could possibly make you feel as good as he could. As he watched you head back inside, Jimin following a little too close behind you for his liking, his eyes returned to his guest. His friendly persona falters slightly due to his guest glancing one too many times towards the door that you walked through. Jeongguk knew exactly what he was thinking, and didn’t like it one bit.

Oh, please don’t be trouble for me. He thought to himself.

After you walked inside, Jimin wished you luck, and Seokjin was already preparing the entrees. It looked like a 5-star Michelin meal, and you started to wonder what the hell he was doing with this nobody gang. He could open his own restaurant with food like this, and he looked like he took this craft seriously. Between cooking and medical, you didn’t know which he enjoyed more.

“Alright,” he said after wiping his hands on the apron tied around his neck. “You can take these out, I’ll start on dessert in about 15 minutes.”

\You nodded once, still staring at the plates in front of you. Steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans have never looked so good. Seokjin noticed you staring at the food, tilting his head to the side before turning around. Maybe doing one nice thing for you wouldn’t kill him. You placed the four plates on the tray and carefully lifted them up, making sure not to ruin his work. Your injured pinky wasn’t as much of a problem as you thought. You used your non-dominant hand to help support your other hand as you carried the tray outside.

The men had now taken their seats at a wooden table. Namjoon and Jeongguk sat across from their guest, continuing to chat as if you were nonexistent. As you placed Namjoon’s plate in front of him, you passively listened to their conversation. Just small talk and some jokes here and there. Jeongguk’s plate was next. He watched as you placed it with a delicate hand, eyes roaming over the side of your body. But he wasn’t the only one looking. Out the corner of your eye, you caught the same guest eyeing you again. You glanced at the guest just as he caught his lower lip between his teeth. You tilted your head to the side slightly as curiosity took over. It’s been a while since you had some male attention, and there was no harm in entertaining it.

When it came time to place the guest's plates down, you got particularly close to the man whose eyes have been on you since you stepped outside. “See something you like?” You asked as you placed his plate down. You faced him while sitting against the edge of the table. The hem of your dress began to rise slightly to accommodate your thighs.

You watched as his eyes rolled over your body, his hand reaching out to touch the smooth skin of your leg. A smirk formed on his lips as his eyes met yours. “I most definitely do.”

If looks could kill, you would’ve been dead right now. Jeongguk glared a fiery hole into the back of your head, and you didn’t seem to notice or care at all. What the hell were you doing? And why him of all people? He would rather see you flirt up a storm with Jimin at this point. Namjoon nudged Jeongguk’s leg with his own once he noticed how long he was staring. Jeongguk’s stare didn't waver. Not until Namjoon cleared his throat loudly to interrupt the little conversation you guys managed to strike up.

“Bless you,” you said without a second thought. Your eyes grew wide before glancing back at Namjoon’s piercing glare. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed you. You restrained yourself from rolling your eyes before sliding off the table. You walked back inside, and the men continued the conversation they were having before. You leaned against the wall, keeping the door cracked negligibly, so you could pick up on pieces of the conversation.

“What the hell are you doing?” Seokjin asked as he glanced at you.

“Shh! I’m trying to ear hustle!” You whisper yelled while standing a bit closer to the door.

Seokjin mouthed the words ‘ear hustle’ with a confused face. He shook his head, deciding it wasn’t worth the brain cells to decode your language. He walked over to you with a plate and chopsticks in hand, but you didn’t notice him until he was directly in front of you, holding a piece of steak up to your mouth.

“Eat.”

You only had a second to process before the piece of meat was shoved into your mouth. Instinctively, you wanted to be angry, but that was quickly washed away by the delicate chunk of steak melting against your tongue. Seokjin smirked to himself as he watched you hum with delight. Cute, he thought to himself only for a moment. You ruined that thought by taking the chopsticks from him and grabbing a few more pieces from the plate. You couldn’t fathom how simple steak could taste so magical.

His brows furrowed before quickly turning the plate out of reach from you. “Hey! I didn’t say you could have all of it!” He snatched the utensils from your hands as you pouted. He returned to the kitchen island and started to eat while pulling out his phone.

You let out a soft sigh before resuming to eavesdrop on the conversation outside. You missed a fragment of it, but with context clues, you figured this business dinner was more of a proposal. They needed a loan, and in addition to paying the other two back, they would add some protection. You couldn’t help but scoff a little. What protection do they have to offer? There are only six of them, and from what you’ve observed only three of the group seem to get their hands dirty. What are three men gonna protect? You glanced outside and saw that they concluded their meal, prompting you to walk outdoors. Just like earlier, their normal conversation paused and was replaced with small talk as soon as Namjoon noticed your presence. You quietly collected their empty plates until you reached your little plaything for the night. You learned his name was Yeonjun from the brief conversation you had.

He grabbed your hand before you walked off towards the kitchen. “Namjoon,” he said as his eyes trailed up to meet yours. His thumb soothingly stroked the back of your palm as he continued to speak. “How come this beautiful lady didn’t dine with us tonight?” Your cheeks flushed with heat once again as you glanced down at the ground.

Jeongguk glared at the sight through lowered brows. How bold of him. “Because she’s the help,” he quickly answered before Namjoon even got the possibility to analyze the situation. Your eyes grew wide, your head shooting up from its lowered position just to glare in Jeongguk’s direction. He didn’t spare you a glance, once again — he was hyper-focused on Yeonjun.

“Hm,” Yeonjun hummed as his hand let go of yours.

You continued your path to the door before stopping and turning to face them. “Is there anything else I could get for you, gentlemen?” You asked with the utmost politeness. Your blood was boiling, and as soon as you were given the opportunity you were gonna make Jeongguk eat his words.

“Yes, please bring out the drinks,” Namjoon said to take advantage of your willingness.

Though your upper lip twitched at his request, you simply nodded before heading inside. “The help?!” You whisper yelled to yourself as you stomped your way to the sink. You threw the dishes into it without a care. “The fucking help?!” You started to grab their glasses, pouring champagne into them. “I’m the fucking help now and not a part of the team, huh? This fucking limp noodle, I’ll show him help.” Your quiet rant had Seokjin silently chuckling to himself as he cooked. You walked back outside with the drinks.

Starting at Yeonjun, you placed each glass perfectly in front of them. When you reached Jeongguk, you leaned over slightly as you did with everyone else's drink. But you were mistaken, thinking the table was higher up you accidentally let go of the glass too soon. Everyone watched as the cup full of champagne wobbled before finally falling and spilling all over Jeongguk's lap. As soon as the cool liquid hit his crotch and legs, Jeongguk slid his chair back from the table. The damage was already done though, his freshly washed slacks now stained with the bittersweet liquid. You tried your hardest to let out a genuine gasp. “Oh my! I’m such a klutz! I’m so sorry.” His eyes met with yours, annoyance filling his irises as you pressed your lips into a thin line to hide the smile that desperately wanted to form. “Let me get you something to clean that up.”

Jeongguk then stood up from his seat. “Yeah, I think it would be better if I just came inside with you.” As you walked, he followed behind closely. Once you were both indoors, you felt his hand swallow your bicep before he pulled you off to the side. He dragged you into the hallway leading to the basement, out of sight from everyone, where he turned to face you. “What the fuck is your problem?!” He whispered harshly.

“Why would I have a problem?” You asked calmly as you folded your arms over your chest. “I’m just the fucking help after all.” Your innocent face dropped, a cold stare in its place.

Jeongguk sighed deeply, pinching his nose bridge between his fingers. “Are you seriously catching an attitude about that?”

“Yes!” You retorted. “Out of all the fucking things you could say, you wanna come out the side of your mouth and claim I’m the help?!”

He folded his arms over his chest. “Well, I wouldn’t have to say shit if you weren’t practically throwing yourself at that guy.”

“Throwing myself?!” You stared up at him, blinking out of disbelief. “He gave me a fucking compliment, and you think I’m throwing myself at him?!”

“Yeah! Especially when you try to pull off that ‘oh I’m so shy at flustered how could you possibly be into me?’ charade!” He used that same stupid high voice whenever he wanted to portray you. It got under your skin so efficiently, and he knew it.

“You cannot be serious right now.” You stated, trying to regain the calmness you lost for a second. You didn’t want to have to hit him, but he was making it more difficult than you would’ve liked. You shook your head from side to side before realizing something. Whenever you were outside, you noticed the look Jeongguk would give Yeonjun out of the corner of your eye. It was the same look he gave Jimin earlier today. Suddenly, it all made sense to you. "Ah, I get it now." A smirk formed on your lips as you stepped towards him, head tilted upwards as the words slowly left your lips, “You’re jealous.”

Jeongguk’s jaw dropped slightly as he stared at you in disbelief. “Me? Jealous?” He scoffed. “I don’t get fucking jealous.”

You raised an eyebrow slightly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah! I could have anyone I fucking want, including you, so why would I be jealous?”

You couldn’t help but snort with a roll of your eyes. So daring of him to assume that you would even want to sleep with him again. He doesn’t need to know that you’ve secretly been dying for his touch. Or that when his finger did graze past your skin, goosebumps would form along your skin. “You tell me,” you said as you took another step towards him. “You gave Jimin the same look as you gave Yeonjun, but it ain’t got shit to do with jealousy, right?” All he did was stare down at you with narrow eyes. He couldn’t answer you because you were right. To have you flirt with other men in front of him was infuriating, especially since you haven’t flirted with him once since that night. You took his silence as an agreement. “Ah, that’s what I thought.” You nodded before turning around. You had plans to walk away until you felt resistance.

In one fell swoop, Jeongguk had tugged you with enough force to spin you into him. Your hand landed on his chest. You couldn’t help but admire how solid his pectoral was before pushing him away from you. With a small gap in between the two of you, your eyes glared up at him. “I wasn’t jealous.” He claimed, almost to convince himself. “I give that look to anyone.”

“Bullshit,” you snorted. “I have never seen that look from you.”

As your arms folded over your chest once again, he took a step towards you. You instinctively took a step back and found yourself against the wall. He casually placed both hands on either side of your shoulders, confidently caging you in his arm as he leaned down closer to you. “Oh, is that so?”

His scent invaded your nostrils — that sickenly addictive honey aroma you would love to drown in. His face was so close to yours that if he was to slip — if he was to move forward the slightest inch — his lips would then be connected to yours in seconds, but no, you had to resist. No matter how he peered down at you with those eyes that were suddenly no longer big and doe-like. No matter how being caged in by his arms made the memories of that one night so vivid. You’re not giving in to him, not like this. “It is,” your voice came out low and timid before you cleared your throat. A smirk teased at the corner of his mouth as he watched your strong composure begin cracking underneath him. “I know your looks. That isn’t one of them.”

He let out a low chuckle. “So we spend a couple of mornings together, and you think you know me?” Your eyes narrowed before you felt his finger beneath your chin, tilting your head up until your eyes met his. He leaned in even closer, this tip of his nose brushing against yours briefly. “Oh, baby, aren’t you in for a shock?”

You hated that word — baby. Only coming from his mouth. His tone and the way it wrapped around the simple term made you weak in the knees. You hated that he could do that to you. And you hated that your body was shit at hiding it. Your eyes fluttered close as you wanted nothing more than his lips on yours. Just a quick hit and you'd be satisfied. These feelings could be laid to rest, and you wouldn’t have to worry about wanting to jump his bones. Jeongguk inhaled deeply as his eyes closed, the faint scent of his body wash still lingering on you. God, the things you do to him. He hesitated a little, needing to make sure this is what you wanted, and then…

“Sha-la-la-la-lala my oh my!” Your eyes shot open as Jeongguk quickly stumbled back and away from you. You snapped your head in the direction of the noise. “Looks like the boy too shy, ain’t gonna kiss the girl,” Hoseok sang with a wide grin on his lips. Jeongguk rolled his eyes as you pressed your lips into a line to hold back your giggle. You were supposed to be mad at the man, after all.

Hoseok continued to sing the little mermaid tune horribly while poking at Jeongguk. He sighed deeply, “Hobi, shut up and don’t say shit.” Jeongguk demanded while glancing at you. His look lingered for a moment before finally walking out of the hallway.

“Ay ay, Captain!” Hoseok chuckled before his gaze landed on you. Your eyes grew wide for a second. “So, Jeongguk huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes, deciding not to answer him before walking past him. He followed closely behind. “You like him?”

“No.” You quickly deadpanned, returning to the kitchen where Seokjin was finishing up the sorbet he prepared for dessert. You were hoping that being in a room with another member would steer Hoseok away, thinking he would obey Jeongguk’s warning. He leaned against the island as you waited for Seokjin’s signal.

“Liar,” he whispered into your ear before standing at your side. You folded your arms over your chest as you stared straight ahead. If you even spared a glance at Hoseok, you know it would prompt him to dig further into this Jeongguk situation you found yourself in. “I may be high most of the time,” you sighed intensely and closed your eyes as your hopes died from a set of loose lips. “But I know when people are definitely fucking.” You shook your head as you rolled your eyes. That night with Jeongguk was one time so many months ago. It couldn’t be that obvious. “When did you start? Is that why he’s so persistent to see you in the morning?” He let out a small gasp. “Have you guys been fucking in the gym?!”

“Shush!” You whispered harshly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Whatever the fuck you think you see is in your head.”

He let out an obnoxious scoff. “Bullshit. I know I’m right.”

“You’re not.”

You heard footsteps coming quickly down the stairs, and when they turned the corner your heart rate instantly quickened. Jeongguk had changed from his original white shirt and black slacks attire to a pair of light-washed jeans and a white and blue striped button-down. He was tucking his shirt into his jeans haphazardly as he walked towards you and Hoseok.

“Is dessert almost ready, Jin?” He asked before glancing down to fasten his black belt. You couldn’t help but stare at his tattooed fingers gripping the leather material and pulling it to his liking. You inhaled slowly and deeply, your thoughts turning an innocent action into something dirty.

“Yeah, Y/N is going to bring it out in a minute,” Seokjin replied. Your eyes trailed up Jeongguk’s body before meeting with his own. He quickly looked away from you, glancing at Hoseok, who had a stupid ‘I-know-what-you’ve-been-up-to’ grin on his face. Jeongguk rolled his eyes and glanced at you, letting the look linger once again before passing you and going outside.

“You’re so fucking whipped,” Hoseok whispered.

You blinked rapidly and shook your head. “Fuck off!!”

“Y/N!” Seokjin finally called out for you. You never felt such a sense of relief. You answered him in a perky tone, causing him to give you a perplexed look. “Uh, you can take the dessert out.” You needed quickly before picking up the loaded tray and walking out of the door, quickly separating yourself from Hoseok. You placed the sorbet in front of everyone when Yeonjun suddenly spoke up.

“Namjoon,” he said as his eyes traced over your frame. You paid him no mind since your thoughts were consumed by other things.

Thighs. Thighs. Thighs. How the hell did he get into those jeans? They hugged his muscles so tightly you didn't even think there was room for air between the fabric and his skin. He probably had to jump just to get them up to his hips. Man, the things you would do to watch him work his way into those. They probably wouldn’t even stay on for long before your thoughts would convince you to go up and—

“How much do you want for her?”

Your eyes grew wide as you stopped thinking about Jeongguk enough to hear his last sentence. Was he talking about you? Ain’t no way he’s that bold to assume you’re an object for sale. Your eyes met with Yeonjun’s briefly before looking at Jeongguk and Namjoon, waiting for their answer. They shared the same shocked expression, but Namjoon quickly gained his composure. He finally opened his mouth to answer, yet Jeongguk’s voice came out.

“She’s not for sale.” You could tell he was trying to keep calm, but anger hovered just over his words. Namjoon didn’t answer fast enough for him. How hard was it to say ‘no’? His jaw was clenched as his stare turned cold towards his guest.

Yeonjun looked in Jeongguk’s direction, making a tsk sound as he shook his head. “That’s a shame. A gorgeous girl like her should be enjoying the finest things that life has to offer. Not working for some group that can barely afford a house.” A conceited chuckle passed his lips. “Let alone, has to come to guys like us to help us pay it off.” He tilted his head to the side innocently. “Don’t you agree?”

Your jaw dropped slightly. You figured Bangtan had some sort of money issue, but you didn’t think it was that bad. How much debt could they have to possibly lose a whole house? The slight dig at their financial situation did make Jeongguk’s and Namjoon’s blood boil, but they managed to maintain their cool.

“I can assure you,” Jeongguk started, still trying to pass a calm emotion, “she is the happiest she has ever been here.”

You held back your scoff, not wanting to prove Yeonjun right for the sake of your fingers.

“Hm,” Yeonjun hummed as he leaned back into his chair. His arms folded over his chest as he shrugged casually. “Doesn’t seem to be. Seems she deserves something more extravagant and less…” As he trailed off, his eyes scanned down Jeongguk for a moment. His lips turned downward and his nose scrunched up a little before his eyes met with his again. “Lackluster.”

You could help but cover your mouth with your hand as you watched Jeongguk slam his hands on the table before pushing himself to stand up. Yeonjun had a devilish smirk on his face, getting onto his feet as well. He was satisfied that he got under Jeongguk’s skin so efficiently. You then heard an awkward chuckle coming from the man who has been by Yeonjun’s side since the beginning of the night. He was quiet, only speaking when spoken to. You had barely noticed his presence until now. He had stood up as well, his black hair covering his forehead as he offered Namjoon a sweet, dimpled smile.

“Yeonjun didn’t mean that, he’s such a jokester.” He stifled out another awkward chuckle before clearing his throat. “We would be so happy to help if it means we can work together peacefully.” He extended his hand to Namjoon while Jeongguk and Yeonjun glared quietly at each other.

Namjoon quirked his brow before standing up. He took the other man’s hand and shook it firmly. “Great decision, Soobin. We’ll be at your office tomorrow to finalize the terms.” He mirrored the same dimple smile that he received from the other man. After the awkward tension dissipated, Namjoon and Jeongguk followed you inside. Namjoon led his guest out before heading up the stairs and ordering you to clean the kitchen before returning to your room.

You glared in his direction before rolling your eyes. You’re a maid as well, apparently. You properly cursed the man out in your head before heading towards the sink. Jeongguk stood in the kitchen with you, staring at the front door. You glanced back at him, his arms folded over his chest with his brows furrowed and nose slightly scrunched. You couldn’t help but giggle a little as you placed the rest of the dishes into the sink. He had such a cute mad face. As you looked at all the dishes Seokjin had used you let out a deep sigh. How could you use so many containers serving only four people? You started to look for a pair of gloves so could tackle the Mount Everest of plates. Jeongguk glanced back at you as you searched the cabinets and drawers by the sink. He raised a brow before walking over to you. While you were crouched to the floor, he stood behind you and reached into a cabinet above the sink. From there, he grabbed a pair of gloves.

“I got it,” he tucked the gloves under his arm before rolling up his sleeves.

You stood up and faced him, furrowing your brows slightly. He was suddenly so close to you, nothing but a few meager inches of space before his abdomen was flushed to your chest. He was almost as close to you as he was in the hallway. Jeongguk seemed like he had to be near you, invading your personal bubble whenever the opportunity arose. “What are you doing?” You asked as you glanced down at his rolled-up sleeves. “Namjoon said that—”

“I got it,” he repeated. After sliding the gloves on, he gently pushed you to the side. “I got to work this out,” he mumbled with his lips in a pout as he turned on the water.

“Work what out?” You asked as you grabbed some other cleaning supplies. “Your jealousy issues?” You bantered with a smirk. Jeongguk stopped washing his plate momentarily before continuing to aggressively scrub at the food stains. His silence caused you to laugh as you cleaned the counters. It was cute that he was so jealous. Honestly, he didn't even seem like the type to get jealous. He seemed so confident and secure to you that the possibility never even crossed your mind.

A comfortable silence took over the kitchen as you both worked on your tasks. Eventually, you started to dry the dishes Jeongguk had washed and put them away. Everything felt oddly normal for once. You didn’t know why you would get these waves of comfort when you were around him. You didn’t want to dwell on it. You just wanted to experience the peace of it.

That moment didn’t last long though.

“So,” you started as you dried a glass, “I just wanna confirm that you were jealous. Insanely jealous.”

Jeongguk let out a scoff. “Not this again.”

“It’s ok, Jeongguk! Other people besides you want to fuck me.” Not that it’s usually that obvious. Most guys don’t try to purchase you just so they could sleep with you.

He placed the last dish down, taking off the gloves as he turned to face you. “Well, isn't someone humble?”

“I am!” You quickly said as you glanced up at him. “I just accept the fact that I'm highly desirable. But this is a conversation about you and your feelings.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not jealous, Y/N. You wanna know how I know that?”

You scoffed. “Psh, yeah.” You put away the final dish before giving him your full attention. “Humor me.”

Jeongguk nodded once before taking a few steps toward you. You held your composure as he invaded your space once again, but this time he took it to a new level while his hands gripped your waist. You let out a shocked squeak as he lifted you effortlessly and placed you on the counter. Being eye-level with him was something utterly dangerous. Your heart quickened as he stood between your legs. His eyes were no longer innocent as he gazed at you intently through lowered lids. Danger, you thought. When he's looking at you like that — like all he wanted to do was peel you out of your clothes in the most common area of the house — your mind was absolutely checked out. You were working on pure instinct now.

His fingertips glided down your waist, to your hips, where they ended their trip at your exposed legs. He gave your thighs a good squeeze, prompting a low hum of pleasure to part from your throat. He leaned in, his own lips barely hovering over your own, tempting you to close the gap. You almost did, but something inside of you had a little more fight — a little more resistance. Jeongguk always found you so amusing — these little games that you started to play after being this close to you for the third time. He knew you wanted it; someone as vocal as you would've rejected him already if you felt the opposite way. You tried to hold out for as long as you could. You knew the instant you let yourself fall back in, this wouldn't be the last time. This was easily going to lead down a difficult, yet entirely sensual, path. Thoughts of having to sneak off to random corners just to put your hands on each other were enticing. Sneaky little quickies when you know you could get caught at any moment. ... OK, maybe it wasn't as bad as you thought.

Jeongguk got tired of waiting, obviously needing to make the decision for you. He filled the gap with a gentle press of his lips against yours. An instant chill ran through your body, not hesitating a second to return the kiss. God, it was everything you wanted and more. The kiss grew deeper — more passionate — making you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in closer. His hands slowly ran up and down your thighs; with each movement upwards, his fingertips would gently convince your dress to get higher. Each moment caused the kiss to get more heated. There was no way in hell these feelings were going to be laid to rest any time soon. You were going to slide your hands down to his chest and play with the buttons on his shirt. You were going to convince that piece of clothing to come off and hit the ground. But that moment stayed a thought in your head as he suddenly broke the kiss. His lips found your neck, knowing just what spot to kiss to make the ball of arousal swirling inside you double in size.

“I’m not jealous,” he mumbled against your skin as you tried desperately to hold back your moans. “I’m not jealous because I know you wouldn’t let either one of those guys get close to you like this.” His fingers started to inch up your dress teasingly slow as he continued to suck and nibble at your neck. A whimper escaped from your lips as you felt his hands at your inner thigh, dangerously close to your core.

“You wouldn’t let either one of them touch you like this…” His index finger then ran up your lips through your dampened panties, causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot through your body. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you gasped out a moan. His mouth left a trail of kisses up to your ear where he whispered, “You only let me touch you like this.” He then pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves in a small circle. A louder moan escaped as you squirmed under his touch. “Right?” He continued at a steady pace as your eyes shut tightly, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his shoulder. You tried your best not to be loud, no matter how desperately you wanted to scream out for him. He placed his free hand on your waist, pushing you backward and causing you to sit up straight. His hand then cupped your chin, holding eye contact with you as he increased the pace of his thumb. Your eyes shut again from the intense amount of pleasure running through your body.

“Tell me I'm right.”

You couldn’t try to put up a fight. That part was silenced as soon as he decided to kiss your neck. His fingers were magic, and you’ve already spent nights alone in your bed dreaming of having them on you again. You were putty in his palms, and that’s where you wanted to be.

“Y-you’re right.”

His finger suddenly stopped, and your eyes shot open before looking at him. You watched as a devilish smirk formed on his lips. “Exactly. So, what do I have to be jealous of?” Your eyes grew wide as you felt the absence of his finger. He started to back away as you were left with your jaw hung open and your core throbbing. Did he really just blue-ball you? “The dishes are finished, I'm going to bed.” He then turned his back to you and started to walk away.

“W-wait!” You stuttered out. “You can’t just leave me here like this!” No response. He continued to walk, not even looking back at you until he reached the stairs. “Jeongguk!!”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he chuckled before he ascended the stairs.

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Supercharged | JJK - Masterlist

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🗲summary:

It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens?

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader 🗲genre: angst, action, slow burn, enemies to lovers, superheroes/villains au, found family 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: violence with superpowers, weapons, swearing, arguing, injury, past trauma, mentions of death

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Supercharged Playlist

Chapter 1 - The Light Dies

Chapter 2 - Reign of Mercy

Chapter 3 - Figure it Out

Chapter 4 - We aren't Heroes, Honey

Chapter 5 - Scared of a Little Lightning

Chapter 6 - Burn Out

Chapter 7 - Spark to Life

Chapter 8 - On the Force

Chapter 9 - Thank me Later

Chapter 10 - Is This Not Control?

Chapter 11 - Right Beside You

Chapter 12 - Into the Depths

Chapter 13 - One of Us

Chapter 14 - Cover Me

Chapter 15 - Powerless

Epilogue - Sweet Taste

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LESSON III

LESSON I / LESSON II

Synopsis : Caught up in the mess of Jungkook and his brother Taehyung, how will you come out of the mesh? When both of them have taken a liking to you in not so upright way, can you teach them a lesson?

Pairing : YandereTeacher!jungkook x bully student fem!reader, slight student!Taehyung x reader

Genre : smut, high school au, mafia au

Word count : 8.8 K

Warnings : 18+, Profanity, kissing, nipple play, YANDERE THEMES, blowjob, oral (fem receiving), cumming, fingering, gunshots, emotional shit okay? putting angst in the warnings instead, another warning that jk is fucking soft this time 😭

Taglist : @darkuni63 @jeonswifey @laylasbunbunny @hey-syia @pandalove03 @kooliv @radcustoms @ysk101 @mageprincess7 @hoeshii @bangtanxcoffee @acnetrone @1-in-abillion @stuffy16

A/N : Here is the chapter that sucked my fucking blood out, did this chapter take 5 months to come outta my womb? YES. Am I crazy? Perhaps T_T.. but enjoy the chapter beauties <33 ( *︾▽︾)

You sighed while looking out of the window of your classroom. Everything felt so overwhelming, so overbearing. All you wanted to be was normal high school student, goofing and messing around.

Not being involved with him, not being involved with his brother.

Arin nudged you in the arm, "Y/N-ah nowadays you really seem so lost, it's as if an entirely different person is sitting next to me, you're not an imposter, are you?" You chuckled lighly at her absurd remark.

"I'm just not feeling well these days." You said as you rested your head upon her shoulders. She hummed as she lightly pat your head, "I don't know what's bothering you but.. if you are facing a crisis which seems unending, instead of trying to find the reason that why you are in it, you should rather focus on turning that crisis into an opportunity if you can. Only then you can get rid of it."

You slowly blinked as you listened to her. Your lips curled up into a slight smile as you realized how oblivious you were to this side of your best friend. You got up and looked at her and she looked at you in question. "I'll remember that." You said and hugged her.

"Y/N, a senior is asking for you." You broke your hug at the words of one of your classmates and looked towards the door where Taehyung was standing. He waved at you with a cocky smile while your eye twitched.

You left your seat and walked outside towards the door. "What's up with the hugging back there?" He asked you while putting his hands in the pocket as you both started walking in the corridor.

You scoffed, "What is it to you? I can't even hug my best friend?"

"Ah..best friend? Thank goodness." You contorted your eyebrows at his sigh of relief. "If not as much as your brother, still you are annoyingly weird." You said while looking at him and judging.

"Is that supposed to mean good or bad?" He asked you with a smirk. You rolled your eyes, "At this point I'm really jealous of the people who were looking at you so lovingly when you were standing at the door. Because they don't know who you really are, because they were not approached by you." He pretended to clean his ears with his pinky finger, "You are quite good with words, wanna be my spokesperson when I become the CEO?"

You folded your arms and questioned him, "I think the whole world knows by now that your brother is going to be the CEO in two months?"

He chuckled, "I never said CEO of my "father's" company." He air-quotted his words and continued, "I will open my own. I don't need some readymade position to prove my worth. Thanks to my excellent business skills and knowledge and ofcourse, a great intuition of investment, I've made enough money from investing in stocks. As soon as I'm getting out of high school, I'm starting my own business." He said with a proud smile and you nodded at his golden ambition.

His smile grew wider as he looked at your face, "Impressed, aren't you?"

"Uhm.. yup, that seems to be the case." You answered while wondering if you could do the same to prove your worth, to prove to your parents that you are capable of being the receiver of their love and affection.

Turn your crisis into an opportunity. Suddenly the words of your best friend replayed in your head.

You snapped towards him with stars in your eyes, "Can you teach me too?"

Taehyung felt his breath hitch as he looked at your face, you looked extraordinarily beautiful in that moment. He gulped, at that all he wanted was to kiss those pretty lips of yours but unlike his brother, he doesn't like forcing people. He liked to manipulate them into saying yes.

He nodded happily, "Why not? Then we can run our company together, how does that sound?"

Together? In his dreams! But to convince him I have to say yes. You thought. "Of course."

Taehyung had told you where he'd be meeting up for your business sessions- which was class 4 from evening 6 to 8. He had one condition though and so had you.

His condition-

Not marry his brother Jungkook.

Your condition-

Stop playing with your sister Han Yoo-in.

You both agreed on it with full honesty. Because the moment the conditions are broken, so will be your bond.

And thus you started meeting him in that classroom on a daily basis, it was perfect because your school was accessible 24/7 and students usually didn't stay after 5 in the evening. They'd be seen in cram schools or maybe playing sports somewhere else.

In those hours you and Taehyung would have serious discussion and maybe take a breaks or two when both of you would crack jokes or laugh.

Unbelievable right? It was quite unbelievable for you too to feel so comfortable around him now that a month has already passed, you're not even surprised by now that why girls would fall for his charm. Including your sister.

God knows why he chose to be an asshole to you before though, you clicked your tongue whenever you thought about it.

Everything was working in your favor but who's this girl with a beret sipping her coffee in front of you? You don't remember inviting anyone to join you for a café date. The moment you sat with your coffee on this table, she came and sat in front of you unannounced.

"You know it is rude of you to snatch someone else's man." She said, finally straightening her spine and looking directly at you.

You wanted to roll your eyes so bad, "You know it is rude to make false assumptions about someone you've just met?" You said while contorting your eyebrows.

"Look here Han Y/N! I won't waste my time, I'm here to tell you to leave my man. That's it."

Ah, it seems that this girl knew you.

You chuckled, "So it looks like you know my name too. I thought you were drunk and wanted to release your anguish of being dumped."

She scoffed, "Do I look drunk from any angle? But since you chose to play dumb, let me spell it out for you. Leave Jeon Jungkook."

You frowned at hearing the name, did she really call Jungkook her man? Are you even hearing that right? Was she talking about the same Jungkook you knew?

You tilted your head and questioned her, "Who are you?"

She folded her arms as she sat back, "Now we're talking! I'm Na Ji-won, Jungkook's ex soon-to-be fiancée."

"Ex whAT??" You leaned forward at her absurdity. How can some be ex soon-to-be fiancée? It practically means that they were actually nothing.

"Surprised? We both were dating each other and before we could engage, we broke up." She said in a casual manner.

"Why did you break up then?" You asked her in curiosity.

"Just this and that. But you know, even though you and me.. both are daughters of a chaebol family, I'm wayyy out of your league. So, it's me trying to save Jungkook from settling for less." She said while sipping her coffee.

Normally you'd have felt offended but instead you took a moment to look at her, you replied "yes! you do give off some rich ass vibes but damn, you really suck at reading people! If you have problem for Jungkook settling for less, why don't you go to him instead of bothering me?" You said and stood up to leave the table, just as you were passing her to go towards the cashier, she held your wrist.

"We're not done yet. 20% of the stocks that I own in my father's company. How does that sound?" She looked above at you with a smug smile.

You chuckled as you fixed your hair, what in the kdrama shit was this? The richer version of offering money to leave a person?

But before you could turn down her offer, she spoke, "I know you will turn me down Y/N, but I want you to give it sometime to think over. And when you are ready with your answer, call me!" She handed you a piece of paper with her name and number on it and left the cafeteria.

As usual you met up with Taehyung in the evening, Jungkook has been out of school since the last two weeks since he was getting busier for his inauguration. "Y/N, I heard my brother will actually resign from being teacher." He said while taking out a book about investments from his bag.

"Oh really? When should we celebrate then?" You said and Tae started laughing, "Do you dislike him that much?"

"Yes." You said without a single hesitation while scrunching your nose.

"Then maybe when we'll be invited to his CEO inauguration party, both of us can celebrate our win secretly in my room." He chuckled but his smile started to fade out the next second.

"Is something wrong?" You asked him by looking at his sudden change of emotions.

"I miss my dad." He said, his eyes that were sparkling with mischief a few moments ago, now were filled with nothing but sadness.

"Dad?" You asked in confusion. Was he talking about his biological father? Come to think of it, you have never really heard about Taehyung's biological father.

"Hmm.. my dad. My dad that my mom had divorced when I was only 4." He sighed as he hung his head low.

"Is he.." You tried to ask him a question but you trailed off, you couldn't bring yourself to ask it.

He chuckled dryly, "is he what? Alive?"

You looked him and saw him sit up straight, "He's dead for my family." You contorted your eyebrows in confusion yet again. He looked at your face with a subtle smile, "But infact he's alive."

"Ah I see." You breathed in relief, you continued, "But what did you mean by dead for your family?"

"My mom married Jungkook's dad and made my dad's existence a fever dream for me. She made sure that my dad never contacts me again, she even went lengths to blacklist him from entering Korea. She also made sure that Jungkook and his dad know that my dad isn't alive anymore after the attack in New York."

You frowned, attack in New York? Taehyung's mom sounds like an absolute bitch. But.. why would she keep Jungkook and his dad in the dark as well? You questioned yourself.

Taehyung continued, "You see.. when I was little, my mom and dad used to often fight and quarrel about my dad's occupation. He was an excellent business mastermind, people even called him a kingmaker! Do you know why? Because underneath the surface he was a real mafia boss and whichever business he invested in, their success would skyrocket. My mom was really worried about me back then. I even got kidnapped once, that was the moment my mom made the decision to walk out of the marriage if my dad still wouldn't change his profession. Well.. he didn't, so look where we are now." He gulped sadly.

Oh no! You judged Taehyung's mom too soon, she is an angel for sure. Then is Taehyung's dad the real bitch? You thought again.

"I see why your mother did so much, ofcourse you are her top priority." You said while slowly nodding at your own words.

Taehyung shook his head, "Y/N, my dad was one of a kind. He knew how to celebrate my happiness as his, now whenever I feel happy, I automatically get reminded of him. And with mom, I certainly don't feel that spark anymore like it was with dad. It's a lot lonelier now." He let out a sigh that clearly depicted longing.

"But even though I haven't met with him, I know how he's doing and that he knows about me too." He said, his eyes filling with happiness once again.

"How?" You asked him, didn't he just say that he had no contact with his dad? He smiled softly and picked out a book of investments from his bag.

You frowned because there has been a question you were meaning to ask him since before. Since last month you remember Taehyung always giving you the book of the same publisher and carried them with extra care than other books.

"Brown cover. Same author. Same publisher. New volume. Is there something special about this book's series?" You asked him while looking at the book he was clutching so dearly to his chest.

He hummed and nodded like a puppy, "The author of this book is actually my dad." His smile grew wider and so did your eyes.

"What?" You asked him in shock.

He gave his gummy smile, "it's really normal for people working in mafia gangs to have code names. My dad and I had for us as well. I gave him the code name Kinjo and he gave me little T-rex but now he just refers to me as Rex because of me begging for two years straight when I was 10. I'm not little anymore." He chuckled.

"Wait wait! You said you never met him? Then.. beg?" You blinked.

He chuckled, "I'm giving you a lot of surprises aren't I? Haha! Look here." He said and opened the first page, "read the fourth italic word."

You looked at the page and tried finding words written in italics. Ah there it was! The fourth italic word in 2nd paragraph of the page.

"Dear" You read the word. He hummed in agreement and turned to next page, "Every page's fourth italic word slash alphabet is secretly a letter for me. Since my mom monitors my call logs, emails and all stuff, contacting him through any digital gadget is impossible. Thats why, I move to other cities once a month and post my letter to the mailbox address of the publishing house mentioned in the book. The publishing house belongs to my father.. you see. Even though my father said he has opened it solely for me, I actually can't believe it." He chuckled at his father's absurdity.

Shit! You misjudged his father too. Darn you Y/N! You mentally slapped yourself.

"Then, why did your mother made sure that Jungkook and his dad doesn't know that your dad is alive? Or.. am I asking too much?" You said with apologetic amile.

He shook his head, "Not at all. I'm actually feeling good to share these things with someone. It was deep inside me for so many years with no one to talk to, it surely feels good to let it out." He smiled dreamily.

Then he said, "About your question, my mother fears that if Jungkook's father gets to know about my dad, he would do some digging for sure. Apparently my mom and dad have agreed to never pry into each other's life ever again and my dad has threatened that if Jungkook's father gets nosy in someway then he will take me away."

Ohh.. that explains why Taehyung's mother would be so desperate, but then again it seems that his father would look out for every opportunity to get back his dear son.

In that moment, you thought about your own father. "You're lucky, Taehyung." You gulped as you whispered.

"Wha-" Before he could finish his question, he looked at your face.

It broke his heart, you had tears welling up in your eyes.

"I'm jealous that your father loves you so much." You looked up at the ceiling as tears threatened to spill, you started fanning yourself, it was getting embarrassing now.

You chuckled awkwardly as you looked at him, "I'm sorry I totally ruined the mood, didn't I?"

He looked with a pitiful gaze, "No, ofcourse not." He denied firmly and hugged you at once catching you off guard.

Just then you heard a metal key fall on the ground near the window facing the corridors.

Han Yoo-in? What? Why did she run away? She didn't possibly see you hugging and misunderstand you.. right?

You quickly got up from your seat, took your bag and bid Taehyung goodbye in a hurry as you ran out of the room to follow her.

You followed her to your house and you followed to her room since she just won't listen to you continuously calling her name out.

"JUST SHUT FUCK UP AND GET OUTTA HERE!!" She screamed in rage.

"Innie please!" You were on the verge of crying as you took her name. "Don't you dare call me that!" She snapped at you.

"Ever since the day I saw you both walking around the school corridors together, he has been avoiding me like plague! Do you think I'm stupid Y/N?"

"What? Aish- I only told him to not play with you, not avoid you!!" You said with distressed voice.

She mocked, "Play? Y/N who's playing with whom here? Open your fucking eyes, it's you Y/N. You took the advantage of my pure feelings towards you to play with them. You're a school bully afterall, I know your shenanigans."

You felt a lump in your throat as you heard her, no one could ever hurt you with words .. except your sister Yoo-in.

Your lips quivered, "Why would I play with the only person who means the world to me? I don't care about mom and dad not loving me but if you too turn your back on me.. I'll suffocate to death in this house." Still Yoo-in was unfazed at your pleas. "Very well then! You should leave this house and go away."

It felt as if someone just pushed you off the cliff you were desperate to survive on, tears finally started streaming down your cheeks.

"You don't mean it, right? Not over some boy!" You asked her heartbroken.

"I do. Completely. Boy or not, it's true that I can't stand you anymore, hence.. I don't want you in my sight ever again. Get out! NOW!" She stomped towards you and pushed your body out of her room, you stumbled back offering no resistance to her push.

The moment you saw her close the doors on your face, you knew, it was the end.

You finally started crying, finally you couldn't stop yourself anymore from falling apart. You kept wiping off your tears but they didn't stop flowing at all, you bit your lower lip, your heart has never been shaken like this ever before.

"Y/N." You wiped your face and looked at your mother who had called you, your father was standing next to her with a thick white envelope in his hands.

You looked at them with eyes red, she spoke, "It seems something has happened. Why don't you.." She paused for a moment and blinked twice, "Why don't you do as she says?" You contorted your eyebrows in confusion.

Your father forwarded the envelope towards you, "Only six months are left for your sister's CSAT. I wouldnt want anything or anyone disturbing her, much less from someone living so close to her. Find a house.. this much money will be enough to buy a good house. You're of legal age so it won't be a hassle, if someone has a problem with the payment or anything, you can call my secretary. You have his number right?" Of course you do, you have always called him, your father never the one to pick up his phone. Never.

But hearing your parents like this, broke your heart a million more times. You're eyelids fluttered, inevitably you shouldn't have had any expectations, but you begged, you prayed, you hoped you were wrong. Instead it was wrong of you to hope all this to be wrong, because no matter what, they always failed you to treat like their own.

"Pack your bags and leave for now."

You sat under the bus stand, all the transports came and went by, people came and go. It was as if the world was moving past while you kept standing at the starting line.

You sighed with exasperation, your parents kicked you out of their house with money in cash, enough to buy you a house. Oh! Worried about Han family's daughter found sleeping on streets? You chuckled mockingly.

They didn't even lend you a credit card, maybe the next thing they'll be doing is putting you up for adoption--- "UGHHH" You grunted. All sorts of wild thoughts were bothering you to no end.

You let your head fall back and rest it on the glass wall behind you. Where should you go for now? Arin's house? The last time you went there, her mother definitely didn't like you.

Taehyung's house? Nope he lives with his family and you didn't want to hurt your sister further if she gets to know that you and Tae were living under the same roof.

Jungkook's house? Well... why would you go in the lion's den yourself. You were not stupid.

Then will you buy a house? How will you pay for monthly bills then? Then will you stay on rent? You sighed and looked up at the shed of the bus stop because of the non-stop thoughts storming your head.

Wait- who's that? The glass wall your head was resting upon was actually an ad and the face looked familiar from down.

So you quickly got up from your seat and stood in front of it.

"Na Ji-won?? What is her face doing here? Is she famous?" You quickly took out your phone and searched for her name online.

"A rookie actress?" You bit your lip as you read about her. She debuted earlier this year, her career looks promising so you started to wonder why she was after Jungkook. But what was even weirder was Jungkook choosing you, a high school student, over someone who's about to get real famous.

"Whatever. He is a psycho with poor desicion making skills. Not even surprised now. I wish him and Ji-won were together instead." You gritted your teeth as you felt cold. The night was getting cooler and you needed something extra to wrap around yourself to keep you warm.

As you unzipped your backpack, you suddenly remembered about Ji-won's offer. 20% of the stocks she owned in her father's company will be under your name if you leave Jungkook.

You quickly wrapped a scarf around your neck and opened the calculator on your phone and took out a notebook and a pen for noting down the calculations.

You were making good money from investments within Korea and abroad from the past month. The money your parents gave to you for the house along with Ji-won's stocks would be a solid backup and as Taehyung's father was a real deal, his teachings had been immensely helpful and you plan to meet him in person very soon, so if things continue as good as they are now... You'll be able to become rich even before you get out of school, which is a year and a half now.

Wow! But here's the problem, all of these are future talks, right now you might just freeze to death. You can't buy a house for you to need to save the money... and for Ji-won's stocks, how are you really supposed to leave Jungkook? It's not like you're clinging onto him or something.

The only way to leave him is to either make him leave you or make him marry another woman. Both of them are equally imposs-- hold up, "marry another woman?"

"Marry JI-WON?? HELL YES!" You jumped in ecstasy, that means you can ask for more stocks and maybe end up being the majority shareholder in Ji-won's father's company! Damn!

"I love you Y/N! I love you so fucking much!" You said and just wanted to hug yourself.

How are you going to make them marry each other? Well your evil brain had its own plan. You smirked.

Jungkook opened the door in sleepy eyes which immediately became awake when he saw the person standing at his door.

"Uh.. hi." You greeted awkwardly. "Y-Y/N?? Is this really you or am I dreaming?"

You softly chuckled, "You're not dreaming, why would you say that?"

"I just.. never imagined you'd come to me like this!" He licked his lips and then looked at the luggage you had, "What are these bags for? Are you going somewhere baby?"

You almost showed distaste on your face for that nickname. You forced a smile, "Well.. I already came where I was supposed to go. I just got kicked out of my house, I didn't know where to go this late at night."

Jungkook's eyes went wide, "WHAT?? Kicked you out of your house, wait.. first come inside." He said and grabbed your trolley and bag for you.

You walked inside his apartment and sat on the sofa. He quickly went inside his room to place your stuff and then went to the refrigerator to fetch you a glass of water.

"Thankyou." You said as you took the glass from him, he then sat beside you and waited till you drank the water. He then spoke, "You should've called me baby, I'd have come to pick you up."

You looked at him, "I'm here, aren't I?"

He immediately hugged you which caught you off guard, "I missed you." He breathed in the hug, "I missed you so fucking much. Unfortunately I've been so busy I just couldn't get time to reach you. And when I finally get time, it's when the whole world is sleeping." He gulped, "Lately I can't sleep well, you're constantly on my mind. Thinking how you're doing, thinking when we'll finally be together."

You remained silent because you were so thankful that he had no time to bother you, that you've been doing good thanks to his absence, that you plan on never being together.

You broke the hug and looked at him with a fond gaze, "I'm ..." He looked at you impatiently waiting for your answer, "I'm hungry." You spoke and he blinked several times.

"Ah! You're hungry? What would you like to eat, baby? "

Stop with the baby already!

"Anything? Just something light, I'm getting sleepy and tomorrow's school." You told him.

"Alright baby. You should wash up and change clothes, I'll prepare something quick." He said and got up to show you the way to the washroom.

As soon as you washed up and changed into fresh clothes and had the light dinner, he picked you up from the chair to his bedroom. "I could walk on my own okay?? And wait- why are you sleeping next to me?? Hey--"

"Relax baby." He pat your head and took your head in his chest, "I won't do anything to you as long as you don't want to. Let's just sleep peacefully tonight."

You bit your lip, you wanted to punch him so bad right now but you maintained your composure, you spoke, "I didn't think you had this kind of a soft side."

Jungkook slowly opened his eyes and looked down at you, "Well.. as long as you are with me, I'll try my best to be the gentleman you want me to be."

"What about.. the nudes then?" You asked hesitantly.

He chuckled, "Don't worry. I got rid of them the moment we officially notified our family to get us together instead. I realised I've been way too harsh to you and now I don't want anything weighing upon your mind." He kissed your head and spooned you.

You felt such huge burden lift off from your chest as if you can finally breath again. Your body became lesser stiff and you gave into his embrace.

Taehyung's eyes grew red when he looked at you stepping out of Jungkook's car, not like anybody could see him from outside but Taehyung knew well about his brother's car and license plate number.

During the school break you received a notification in your phone, you looked at it.

Kim Taehyung: Come on the roof, we need to talk.

You put your phone back in your pocket and walked to the rooftop. As soon as you went there, someone held your wrist and pulled you to the side.

"Taehyung? What is it?" You looked at him in question.

"Answer me. Why did I see you coming out of my brother's car in the morning outside the school entrance?"

You sighed, "Well.. a lot has happened."

"A lot? And you didn't even bother to text me even once?" He was flabbergasted.

"What? I was going to tell you anyways in the school. Yes, you saw it right, I came out of your brother's car because I spent last night at his house and I'm planning to stay further for atleast six months or so." Taehyung was taken aback at your words, he felt lost, confused and most of all, enraged.

He grabbed your collar, "Didn't you hate my brother? Why would you stay with him? Did you already forget about your condition?"

You wanted to laugh on his face, you held his collar too, "Do you know why I had to go to his house in the first place? Thanks to you, I now have to endure him for atleast" You gulped, "half a year."

He released his grip from your collar, his voice faltered, "What do you mean? What did I do?"

You chuckled sarcastically, "Did you know what happened yesterday after i followed my sister? She-" Taehyung saw your eyes pool up with water, "She said I was the bad person in her life, that I had snatched you or something. She fucking hates me because YOU failed to understand my words. What? You avoided her like plague. WHYYY? The only thing I told you was to not toy with her."

"So what?" His voice regained strength, "What wrong did I do? I only avoided her so that she doesn't get the wrong idea, I did my part of the condition. I don't see how am I in the wrong when your sister acts all high and mighty." He poked his inside cheek with his tongue, "What now? Did you cut ties with your family over something so naive? Is that why you went to my brother's place? I just don't see my fault here at all. If there's anything I'm a part of this, it will be that of a victim. I got betrayed."

You looked away to steady your breathing, "Fuck!" You said in annoyance.

"But I believe you wouldn't betray me." He said trying to not jump on his own conclusions.

You looked back at him, "I won't. I completely would stick to the condition."

"Can I trust you... Can I trust you that you won't marry my brother?" He asked you firmly.

"Yes, you have to." You answered.

While coming down the stairs, you quickly texted Ji-won to meet up, you can no longer wait further and for Taehyung.. the fact that you will meet his father, you will keep it a secret from him.

Because if Taehyung gets the wind that you might not stick with him with his business in the long run, he might use his father as an excuse to get back at you.

The next day you met with Ji-won in the same cafeteria. "What is it? Have you finally decided to leave him?"

You looked at her with a smirk. "How about you marry him instead?"

Ji-won had a crooked smile, "Which I am going to do anyway!"

You chuckled, "I don't think you can do so on your own, you can marry him only if he agrees to."

She dropped her smile and narrowed her eyes, "What is it that you are planning to do?"

"I'm planning to marry him off to you! Bring me the registeration papers for marriage, I'll bring his signature to you." You offered her with your hands folded and you sitting back casually on your check.

"And how are you gonna do that dreamer?" You chuckled at her calling you a dreamer.

"A dreamer?" You dropped your smile as well, "I'm serious. But only under one condition. Give me all the stocks you own."

"THAT'S ABSURD!" The whole cafe looked at Ji-won and she quickly cleared her throat, "You sure are a good dreamer, Y/N."

"I don't think it's absurd in any way. I'm literally bringing you his papers on agreeing to marry you. All the stocks that you own are actually quite not a big deal for something so crucial, don't you think so? But if you don't want that, I'll take my leave."

"No no wait wait!" She stopped you from getting up, "Don't leave yet. Why are you so confident you can bring it to me?"

You smiled, "Your stocks, they gave me confidence."

She sighed, "Fine! Alright! I'll hand you over the stocks, you give me the signed papers."

"Deal. Send me the papers tomorrow during lunch break, I'll be waiting."

As promised, you recieved the papers in a big brown envelope via a junior student during the lunch the next day.

Now that you laid on bed, you kept thinking about your next moves. One would be to get Jungkook sign the papers and another would be visiting New York to meet Taehyung's father .. but you didn't know how? Would Jungkook help you with that? Or will you just flee?

Nahh... fleeing isn't really a good option.

The only good option lies here is to tell him and then go, you had your passport with you so nothing would be a problem. Except if he decides to join you.

You clicked your tongue In annoyance.

"Baby, is something on your mind?" Jungkook who lied next to you on the bed, asked.

"Uhm..Nothing in particular. Just school." You smiled.

"School sucks doesn't it?" He snuggled closer to you, "Would you like a break, baby?"

You raised your eyebrows instantly at his offer, "really??"

He chuckled, "If I knew you'd be this excited, I'd have suggested you earlier."

You quickly sat up, "Can I go on a trip then? A solo trip?"

"Solo? You don't want to go with me?"Jungkook pouted. You awkwardly chuckled, "I mean.. aren't you swamped with a lot of work for your installation as CEO? We can go together once you become the CEO.. isn't it?"

Jungkook got up as well, "My baby is so thoughtful. I love you so much." He said that with a smile and pecked you on your lips.

Your eyes grew wide at his sudden action and your expression looked so funny to him. He chuckled, "You're easily flustered, how cute."

What? Just a little enthusiasm and he falls head over heels for you? Then.. why don't you get ready with your plan already?

Therefore while he kept chuckling, you moved forward and smooched him on his right cheek. He immediately stopped and his cheeks started becoming rosy pink.

You started laughing, "Are you blushing? Isn't it you who's getting flustered easily?"

His eyelids fluttered in shock, was this a green flag from you?

Thus he wasted no time as he grabbed the nape of your neck and started kissing you passionately and for the first time, you reciprocated his kiss which made him turn on even more.

He quickly removed the cloth from your shoulders while he kissed your lips, then your jaw, then your neck and then your exposed shoulder with his hands constantly kneading your breasts.

He bit the crook of your neck which made you let out a moan.

He then kept kissing your neck and then smelled your cleavage like a hungry dog. He lapped his tongue on it with his hands working on opening your silk gown.

They fell down so elegantly. He opened his shirt and then looked at you.

You were left with a white laced, paper thin bra on your chest. He traced the outline of your left boob with his forefinger. He kept going in circles from outside as he kept coming towards the center, with his finger finally touching your perked nipple. He leaned in and place a wet kiss on it, the wetness causing you to whimper. He licked it and slid his one hand inside your panty.

The other hand slowly pulling down the bra from your breast. When they were exposed naked, he spoke, "I'm sorry for being harsh babygirl." with his lips touching your nipple every time he uttered a syllable. "But I didn't know how to have you, how to make you mine. You make me go crazy Y/N!" You ran your hands through his hair, "Just like now." At that very instant he slid two of his fingers inside your pussy and attached his mouth on your boob at the same time making you yelp.

Your toes curled as he started fingering you and chewing on your boobs with his molars and premolars. He kept licking, chewing and biting them until he felt you cum on his hands.

He smiled in ecstasy and pushed you making you fall on the bed, he hovered you and you looked at him lick his fingers in absolute delight.

He quickly got down to open his lower garments and he slid your gown and panty out throwing them on the floor. He climbed back on the bed while kissing your legs all the way to your thighs.

When reached your pussy, he buried his face inside as he smelled your juices and then devoured it like a hungry beast. Every spot licked clean, his tongue continued to lap on your cunt which made you wrap your thighs around his neck.

He held them down tightly as he kissed your pussy and then your lower abdomen then to your stomach. He placed a long lasting kiss on it with a smile, "I can't wait our child to be inside here." He smiled wider as he said it and kissed it again. Your eyes went slightly wide at his words. A child? No way!

"But I'll wait for my baby's mother to first complete her high school." He said and you felt relief.

When he came up, he looked at you, "I thought we'll have sex together. But let's save that for another day." He said and leaned down to kiss you again.

When Jungkook woke up, he saw you were not by his side. He got up and took a shower and went to the living room, he saw you in the kitchen making something. He tiptoed his way inside and back hugged you, he placed his chin over your shoulder and looked at you making a sandwich.

Your breath almost hitched as you felt his bare cold chest collide with your back.

"Why is my baby up so early?" He said and kissed your cheek. You smiled, "I thought last night was quite great so accept this as a thankyou and sorry from me."

He got confused, "Thankyou? Sorry? For what, baby?"

"Thankyou because you made me feel good, sorry because I failed to do the same for you." You said but he strongly denied, "What are you saying baby? Because of you, I'm able to work even more efficiently and I am able to sleep soundly nowadays. I'm the one who's thankful because you are my only source of happiness, Y/N. You're my world, Y/N." He said and turned you to hug you and place a kiss on your head.

You constantly tried to rack your brain to come up with ways to make him sign the registration papers of marriage, last night you thought that maybe after you slept with him, you would've asked him to sign the papers while he was in a daze, which.. you couldn't succeed and you're impatient.

Think Y/N, think.. ah! You finally thought of something.

You broke the hug and smiled at him, "Jungkook, remember about the trip we talked about last night?"

He nodded like a puppy, "Of course I do! Where do you want to go baby? Sydney? Athens? Where?"

"London! I want to go there." You gave him a toothy smile.

"Alright, I'll board your plane whenever you say!" He said and you kissed him on the cheek, "Thankyou Jungkook." "Anything for you, baby." He said like a proud boyfriend and returned your kiss.

After a moment of pause, you spoke again, "You're so caring, let me do something for you." You said, hiding your smirk behind your sweet smile when you ran your hands over his abs down over the towel.

His mind went blank went for a millisecond as you teased his member over the towel.

He held your wrist, "What is it?" He asked you, if you were teasing him, he would lose his mind.

While you kept touching over there, you felt his boner.

Hell yes!

You pushed him back and made him sit on a chair and you crouched down, you opened the knot of his towel. "I'm sure you wouldn't dislike this little surprise, will you?" Jungkook raised his eyebrows and shook his head fervently, "Of coursenot!" Are you kidding Y/N? Jungkook would kill to get a blow job from you!

You softly chuckled, "I'm glad then." You said while sliding your palm up and down his length and leaned in to kiss the tip. It caused Jungkook to bite his lip hard, any harder would've left them bleeding.

You started placing soft and fluttery kisses and Jungkook gulped hard, he couldn't wait till you took his dick inside your mouth.

"Oh my look at that!" You faked your surprise as you saw Jungkook already cumming, was he always so easily turned on by you? It was so funny and amusing though, you thought mentally.

You pushed your thoughts aside and seductively licked at the juice flowing down, he was clutching the chair's arms way too tightly for his own good.

And the moment finally came, which he waited with bated breath, as soon as you opened your mouth he almost felt like flying, your tongue doing such a fantastic work, if possible he'd like to get this feeling over hundreds and thousands of times.

He whimpered as your canines grazed his tip and just the moment he was about to squirt, you removed your mouth causing Jungkook confusion. "Ah I almost forgot my test papers were to be signed by my guardian, since I only have you now.. will you sign them? Daddy please?" Jungkook was positive that he was dreaming because in no way in hell you calling daddy on your own would be real.

Jungkook bit his lips, "Can we finish first, please baby?" He whined but you didn't give in to his desperate state. "It is important, please, it'll only take few seconds!" You got up hurriedly and ran to fetch the papers and a pen.

You kept them on the table beside Jungkook and crouched down again, "Please sign them while I'll resume what was left undone."

"Baby." His voice hitched as you took his penis down your throat in one go. Without giving much thought he hastily signed the papers and tossed them aside to free his hands to run through your hair. He was growing impatient afterall.

He freed his hands and thrusted deeper inside you making you almost choke but you kept on swallowing his releases while he closed his eyes in euphoria and praised you, "Ah baby.. ah.. ah you're so dirty yet so beautiful.. ahh" He gritted his teeth as your teeth rubbed against his dick.

When you were finally done, you release his dick out from your mouth with a loud POP making Jungkook bite his lower lip. "Thankyou for the breakfast daddy, I should get ready for school now." But before you could turn away, he grabbed your neck and kissed you eagerly, so much so that one couldn't distinguish whose saliva was hanging in between when he parted from the kiss. He breathed heavily while you panted for air. He smiled as he cupped your cheeks, "I love you, baby."

You smiled back as you took the papers in your hands without dragging his attention.

While getting ready, you had quickly texted Ji-won that the work was done and so she should bring the transfer papers.

As soon as you got off from Jungkook's car, you received a message on your phone.

Delulu AF : I'm at the backyard of your school, meet me there NOW.

You sighed, what's with the hurry? You clicked your tongue and went to the backyard.

Na Ji-won stood there with a cigarette in her hand, "You know right smoking is prohibited in school premises?" You said while folding your arms, "Not like this is my school, why should I care?"

"Aren't you an actress, if any student catches you, it'll be over for your career." You said. She looked at you in amusement, "Are you worried about me?"

You tched, "Not even in the slightest. Anyways coming back to our business, I'll hand over the signed papers but before that give me the transfer of shares documents."

"Not until you show me the papers darling!" She smirked while taking the cigarette in her mouth.

"Whatever." You muttered and opened your bag to show the papers. Her eyes became wider with a smile forming on her face next. "How did you make him sign this girl?"

You had a crooked smile, "I have my ways. Happy now?"

"Of course! here have them." She handed you over the papers and you started reading the statements and clause. There! Ji-won's signature on agreeing to give all her stocks under your name.

After being satisfied you handed over the papers, "Farewell Ji-won."

Now only one thing remained, going to New York. And as planned before, Jungkook had boarded the plane to London for you. "Baby I should come with you." He pouted while booking the plane tickets.

You giggled, "We would've gone together, but how I can I drag you somewhere else when there's only a week left for your installation? After that, you'll get plenty of opportunities to move around the world because of your business trips! I'll accompany you then." That's how you persuaded him.

When you arrived at London, you stayed there for two days because you had to travel to a lot of tourist attractions. Why? In order to take photos to archive them and post them on your social media account later when you'd be in New York so that everybody's convinced of your presence in England.

After taking ample amount of pictures you were ready to fly to New York after you boarded your flight from London.

When you finally reached New York, you only thought that it would be best to look out for Taehyung's father as soon as possible.

You fished out his father's published book from your bag and flipped open to the page where the address of the publishing house was mentioned. You looked at the author's name, "Mr. K?" You tilted your head at the lack of specification.

To think about it, Taehyung has never really told his father's name to you. You bit your lip, "Whatever! When I reach there, I'll say I'm there to find Mr. K." You nodded to yourself and went to the publishing building's reception.

"Excuse me, can I meet Mr. K?" You asked the lady at the counter, she looked at you, "Mr. K? Who?"

Who? Right there might be a lot of people with that initial. "You know, the author of the book Reaching heights of economy and depths of business?" That seemed to click her mind. "Oh him? I'm sorry but he doesn't welcome any guests."

You sighed, well you were not quite surprised but girl! You travelled all the way here only to be sent back like a defeated chicken? "Please, I beg you. A phone call would be fine too, please." You said with pleading eyes.

The lady seemed to melt a little, "Only once, but if he refuses to talk then I can't help anymore." She said and you became happy in an instant, "Sure thing."

As she dialed the number on her telephone, the receiver picked up and the lady spoke, "Hello, there's a girl who wants to talk to you earnestly."

"....."

The lady looked at you, "Your name please."

"Y/N. I'm Y/N." You answered eagerly.

She returned to the call, "It's Y/N."

"....."

"Yes sir, I'll relay it to her."

She looked towards you again, "I'm sorry, he said he won't meet."

"NO! Wait- don't cut the call. Please tell him I'm Rex's friend. Please tell him that." The man seemed to hear your voice over the phone so he said something which made the lady immediately attentive to the line.

"Yes sir. I will relay it to her."

Then she kept the phone and looked at you, "He says he will meet you."

"Oh I see-- wHAT? Meet??" You couldn't believe your ears, did he just straight up agreed to meet after hearing his son's code name? Wow. Did he finally realise you were really a close friend of Taehyung and hence chose to talk to you face to face?

"You can sit on the couch mam, he will send a man to escort you." The lady instructed and you went to sit back on couch to wait for the said man.

After ten or so minutes a man in black suit with a fit build walked towards you, the lady said, "Mam, he is the one."

"Oh okay." You looked at him and stood up to leave the building with him.

There was a black car in front of the gate and he told you to get inside.

The journey was pretty smooth with beautiful hills and mountains at one side and a sea, you supposed, on the other. Nothing like the normal New York city.

But you got confused when they pulled up the car in a brazen place with no humans around. "Why are we stopping--"

"Come out." The man commanded.

You stepped out as he said and then you clearly understood that you were actually standing not far away from a cliff. You started to feel anxious but it became worse when you heard a gun click, and the next moment you know, there were several men in the same suits coming out of more black cars, aiming their guns at you.

Your eyes were so big in pure shock and terror, your mouth went dry, "What is this?"

The person who escorted you earlier stepped forward, "Don't fucking utter a single word except what I ask! tell us, Who has sent you?"

You were perplexed, "Sent? Me? I'm only here to find a person--"

"Shut the fuck up and tell us the truth!" He moved a step forward with his gun fixing the trigger, you stumbled back in fright, only to realise that it was a dead end. One more step and you'd fall from the enormous height into the deep water beneath.

You gulped hard, one wrong move and you'll be done for. But just when you were about to say anything, you saw a familiar face rush towards you making you even more shocked. "Jung-"

"Y/N!!" He shouted your name before you could call him properly. "What are you doing here? And you guys, lower your arms, I know her." He ordered and you breathed in relief but you didn't run to him yet, you had questions, "What are YOU doing here? Are you.." As you looked around, you noticed that he was wearing the same suit as other men there. "Are you a part of this?"

He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, "I'll answer your question but you have to answer me first. You said you'll be in London? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to find someone." You answered and looked at other men, "Take me to your boss." You said but no one moved an inch.

Fuck! Would they listen to you if you mention Taehyung? Not like Jungkook would know Rex is Taehyung's code name.

"Take me to Re-" and as you were about to say Rex's father, you heard a gunshot.

A gun that shot you. Jungkook's eyes went horrifically wide, he at once ran towards you to hold you but your body lost balance and you fell down the cliff.

"Y/N!!!!!!!!"

GOYS! Lesson 4 will be the last chapter, thankyou to everyone for making till here babies!! mwah mwah <;33

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Moonchild

Chapter 2: Make it right

OT7xYN Kim SeokjinxYN Kim NamjoonxYN Min YoongixYN Jung HoseokxYN Kim TaehyungxYN Park JiminxYN Jeon Jungkookx YN

TW: Mentions of violence, mafia related language, mentions of weapons,heartbreak.

Jimin felt like he was suffocating.

He knew the other members would be grateful to have an excuse to stay in the room with you, to have a reason you couldnt leave them again right away, but Jimin was not them. He needed time to sort out his emotions, he needed time to let it sink in that you were there, in front of them, in the actual flesh. The fact his brothers seemed to be keeping themselves well composed just managed to infuriate him more. He felt a hand on his shoulder and a whisper in his ear

“ Let's go out into the hallway, they’ve got this under control.'' It was Taehyung, already guiding him out of the room , not waiting for Jimin to respond. It was clear Tae needed to breathe as much as him, but he didn't miss the longing look he threw in your direction before closing the door behind them. Neither daring to breathe until they heard the door latch behind them.

Jungkook could feel the excitement coursing through his veins and dancing with electricity under his skin with the fact that you were speaking to him. Logically he knew it was only because he was in charge of weapons, and you were the weapons dealer. But none the less you had to interact with him. He had seen the surprise in your face, if only just for a moment, when Namjoon had consulted Jungkook and allowed him to take over . You asked every question professionally and knowledgeable, and he answered. Both of you manage to get lost in your conversation and ignore the others for a few. He was being selfish, he knew , but he was terrified that if he stopped asking questions, if you became aware of the situation again then you would run away like a scared animal .He wondered if Jin would be able to help you relax , or if you would see right through him but jungkook was desperate, he had to take the risk.

“ Hey, Jin, could you check this out?” casually holding the paper over his shoulder knowing his hyung would be nearby. He felt you stiffen the slightest bit but remain professional.

“ I assure you gentlemen that all outlines have been drafted to best suit your wants and needs , and will ensure expansion for both Bangtan and our company” you say , straightening out your papers, not making eye contact with Jin, barely even sparing him a look

“ You certainly have an intimate understanding of what we came here for , that much is obvious, '' Jin mused , cocking his eyebrow, shocking both you and jungkook. “ But that manages to make me feel more sure of this collaboration, it looks fool proof to me.” He places the paper down and awkwardly puts his hands in his pockets.

“ And you're doing really great YN, you seem really in your element, and it's great to see you flourishing” he says nonchalantly, causing Jungkook to suck in a breath of air. Jungkook was terrified that addressing the situation at hand would scare you away. You, on the other hand, didn't seem to skip a beat.

“ If a girl didn't know better , I think you were just saying that to make me more pliable to your negotiations. You wouldn't do that, of course, would you Seokjin?’

“ I wouldn't dream of it YN.” Jin shoots back immediately. Jungkook notes that while he managed to make you more relaxed in the situation as he had hoped, he was now trapped between the two of them.

Jin was relieved when Jungkook had called for him, not only giving him an excuse to break out of his thoughts but to have a reason to speak to you. It was a simple enough conversation but it left him clinging on to every word, thirsty for more. He had always imagined the first interaction with you when you returned would be more dramatic, and the lack of reaction from anyone including Hoseok made him uncomfortable . Shouldn’t they be, don’t know, doing more? Nothing short of begging you to stay? He knew there was no way he would be able to let you go after this .

Hoseok had never been more on edge in his life, making him ready to pounce at any moment. Even the people who were not members of Bangtan, and knew better, could sense that he was not to be disturbed. Choosing to stay out of the frenzy of the meeting he decided to step back and observe the scene in front of him. Under any other circumstances he would be disgusted by his members at this moment. They were all pining after you at the moment, even if not directly so. People who didn't know better wouldn't have seen it, but Hoseok thought they all looked like stray dogs, begging for affection. Namjoon had at least the dignity to keep his face blank, only the occasional ticking of his jaw muscle gave anything away from his current state. Jimin and Tae couldn't even hold it together enough to stay for the meeting, annoying Hoseok , seeing as it was just more ground for him to cover. Jungkook was looking at you with his eyes begging for you, even if his words did not match. Jin was with you two, notably working to be his most charming self . Most interestingly Yoongi was more focused on Hoseok than you. Yoongi obviously didn't understand that in your presence he could calm the violence, he clearly thought that this would mean Hoseok would be out of control , but he was wrong.

Through all of this Hoseok knew that if he let himself slip for even a moment , he would have been the worst of them. You looked amazing, not in a strictly pleasing to the eye, superficial way, but in a way you held yourself and the air about you had Hoseok longing for you.He hoped he would one day get the chance to ask how you ended up here, working in weapons and in turn right here in front of them again.

If you were the eye of the storm, Yoongi was the hurricane. His emotions bubbling up under the surface so intensely that he could physically feel the ache . He was silently relieved he had to keep an eye on Hoseok, giving him something else to focus on. Yoongi had a deep understanding that he and Hoseok were more similar than anyone knew, and in turn feared what these emotions may be doing for the impulsive Hoseok. Hoseok did manage to surprise him by looking oddly calm, or at least as calm as Hoseok could look.Leave it to Hoseok to feel the most comfortable in a time of chaos. Namjoon had asked Yoongi to keep an eye on Hoseok before they had even left, before they had known you were going to be there and now he had to focus on Hoseok and not you and a part of him resented Hoseok and Namjoon for it. He longed for a moment to look you in the eyes and convey that he was begging you for forgiveness and couldn't let you leave him again, that you couldn't leave them again. He considered ditching his post on being Hoseok's babysitter and doing just that but he feared the moment he let his guard down on Hoseok, that Hoseok would ruin everything. Bangtan, the deal, and worse of all another chance with you.

To say Namjoon felt on edge would be an understatement. He could feel his jaw getting sore from how hard he was clenching it. One of the many internal battles he was fighting at the moment was wanting this meeting to be over as soon as possible, but also the need to keep you here for as long as possible. Namjoon had watched Jungkook slip into his professional persona and effortlessly converse with you, and even managed to subtly bring Jin into their conversation. To any one but Bangtan and you, it looked like a strictly professional meeting. Namjoon would grow dizzy whenever he looked around the room at his team. Everyone of them shooting you their own signature longing look, and Namjoon wondered how you remained so strong under every single one of their gazes.

Namjoon heard the door open and relatch and look up to see Jimin and Taehyung reentering the room. He made eye contact with Tae who gave him a half apologetic smile and he glanced at Jimin who refused to make eye contact but had shame written all over his face. He looked over and saw you staring, taking in every moment of this short interaction and understanding what was happening. You shot him a soft warning look, that he would have missed if he hadn't been staring at you, and watched as you effortlessly slid back into your professional conversation as if nothing happened. This interaction, no matter how short, tugged at Namjoons heart. Even after all these years they fell into a routine of conversations with only quick glances.

Upon first seeing you, and how much you had changed, Namjoon had feared that you weren't going to be the same YN he knew and loved. Maybe those years and years had made them strangers. In spite of that, Namjoon now saw that you remained the same person at the core . Really, now that he thought about it, that applied to every member as well. The years had changed everyone, but still remained the same group at the core of their being.

What you hoped Bangtan didn't know, is with every longing look, you long with the same ferocity. Hurt and pride would never let you act on it,but you wished you could act like nothing happened. Act like you had been gone for merely hours, and not years, to just keep living life together as you all had before. Unfortunately, for you, time has continued to break your heart, not heal it . You did find yourself shocked at the revelation that you still knew these boys in an intimate way that they didn't know themselves. You could still read every body movement, and knew what to anticipate from them. You had only spoken directly to Jin and Jungkook, but fell into comfortable conversation, even if it was strictly professional. You were even proud of yourself for your wit in your flirty interaction with Jin. You have no idea where you had found the strength in yourself to speak so easily to them but you like to think it was because you were stronger than you thought yourself and not because your walls were already coming down.

You couldn't pinpoint why, but something about the noise of the door when Jimin and Taehyung returned to the room, snapped you out of the calm state you were in. It wasn't that it was necessarily those boys in particular that got your heart beating faster than any of the others would, it was that they were all in a room with you. First time in 5 years that you had been in a room with all 7 of your ex lovers. You panicked even more when you were able to quickly catch Namjoons annoyance and shoot him a look, communicating with him to leave it be, this was hard for everyone, don't make it harder. It was also terrifying how easily she found herself doing that, like it was a normal thing to do, like it had never stopped. She was genuinely panicking , having to consciously control her breathing to a slow steady rhythm. Her panic grew even worse when she realized that her boss had said her name.

“ I'm sorry, sir?” She was grateful her voice came out calm and even.

“ I was saying that I know we can count on you to wrap up on negotiations without us at the moment, as I fear our attention is needed elsewhere” Her boss, Mr Choi said , standing up and straightening out his suit. “ I assure you gentleman YN is the best of the best with our company and we are leaving you in fully capable hands.”

She stands and slightly bows to Mr. Choi, silently begging him not to leave her alone. If ever mind reading could work it needed to be now, what had she done to deserve such torture? She would have to get through it though, she wouldn't let today ruin her career even if it ruined her life. “ Yes , absolutely sir, all amendments have been completed and i'm pleased to say this will prove to be a symbiotic relationship for all who are involved”

With that they took their leave after bowing and saying their polite farewells to Bangtan. Leaving her standing there, in front of the seven men who were complete strangers. Leaving her completely vulnerable and feeling like she was a specimen to be dissected. She decided to keep it strictly professional, get in and out, and refuse to breach any other topic but the deal at hand. With what she felt was great courage she stood up and cleared her throat. “ Thank you gentleman, if I could draw your attention to page five for a moment, I would like to clarify a few points and then we can move on with our deal?” It came out as a slight, weak question and she hated it.

She finds herself grateful Namjoon speaks up, and sticks to professionalism. “ Yes , assuming it works as a subscription, a fee gets us availability to certain resources, but additional fees for add ons. We agree and accept the terms.” He pauses and as an afterthought adds “ And we look forward to seeing more of you.”

The whole room shifts at his change in language.

“ I have many capable coworkers and you will have the chance to work with many people who are very well versed in their fields to ensure you get the best out of this arrangement.” She adds carefully, hoping to draw the line and remain professional. She could barely hear herself speak as her heart was beating so loudly in her ears.

Yoongi speaks up, continuing her torture. “ Yes absolutely , we look forward to it but your boss seems very sure of your capabilities and we would like to utilize YOUR skill set, and how it may best serve Bangtan. For the sake of the contract, of course.” he says smoothly , almost coldly. She looks at him and silently begs him not to do this, but one look and you know he isnt going to stand down. She lets out a long breath and sits down, finally, deciding that all professionalism is out of the window and the best thing she could do was level with them and draw a line in the sand.

“ Please , can we stick to the contract? I would really appreciate that.” She says, clearly defeated, not looking at anyone but clearly addressing everyone.

Jimin scoffs in the corner. “ That's it? After all this time you're going to act like nothing happened like we're nothing? How can you sit in the same room and be so cold to us YN?” You can tell he's nearly hysterical. He's always been in tuned with his emotions and never bothered hiding them , so you can't blame him for being able to do that now of all times.

“ With all do forgiveness, sir , I don't recall any actions I ever took to make you gentlemen feel that way.” She manages to keep her voice calm, but she can feel anger bubbling up and keeps trying to swallow like somehow that will repress it.

“ Jesus YN '' She was shocked to hear Yoongi. “ I was going to leave it this is just too much, please don’t be this way.”

“ He's right,” Namjoon agrees. “ We need to settle this whether it be for professional or personal reasons, otherwise we will not be able to move forward with this deal.”

“ Are you insinuating you won't go ahead with the deal unless I give in and let you guys interrogate me?” The anger was now rising in her voice.

“ YN you know that's not what he means, stop being stubborn and let's talk.” Hoseok says with a softness that's only ever been reserved for her, and at times his Bangtan members. She will admit it almost makes her give in, for she knows the plea behind it.

“ Fine” She sighs out dejectedly “ But I want to make it clear that I'm doing this for the sake of a better work environment, not for you guys personally.”

“ I understand, “ Namjoon says calmly and softly, and she nods at him, making it clear that they were free to state their cases now.

“ We miss you, YN. I miss you.. Why di…” Jungkook speaks first ,always leading with his emotions first, she couldn't help but be grateful that hasn't changed.

“ I had to leave, Jungkook. You guys gave me no other choice” She knows her words hurt when Jungkook's winces and Jin grabbing his arms in comfort.

“ No it's not like you ever spoke to us about leaving, it's not like we were given any explanation. We weren't even given a chance to make anything right, to work it out.” Taehyung pleads. It hits her he truly doesn't understand, they don’t know that she knows. She almost feels guilty for a moment before remembering she's the one who was wronged. She makes direct eye contact with Namjoon, surprising him with the intensity of the stare.

“ I know about my brother, Namjoon.” she drops this information as if she was stating that the sky was blue. Honestly , Namjoon and the others would have preferred anger with that statement, somehow her tone made it sound threatening.

“ Fuck, YN we had to do it for you dammit, it was for your own good!!” Hoseok doesn't bother denying anything, why should he.

“ Don't feed me that, Hoseok, the only reason you did it was your own selfish needs and your need for violence. You didn’t ask questions because you didn’t care because you wanted to do that to him. I know you better than that.” She barks at him

“ Youre right, I loved bashing that fuckers head in because the things he did to you, I-” Hoseok cuts off , interrupted by Namjoon.

“ Enough, Hoseok!” he yells, obviously angry at him for destroying the peace. “ You're right, YN, we had to take care of the situation with your brother. The only reason we took so long to do it and allowed us to steal from us for so long was because he was your brother.” YN winces at the past tense. “ While we had plenty of personal reasons for wanting your brother dead, I assure you our actions are professionally motivated and not for our personal satisfaction.”

“ Though it was pretty satisfying.” Hoseok says cockily, surprisingly Yoongi nodding in agreement.

“ Stop it guys. We aren't taking her feelings into account so you're being selfish right now.” Taehyung pipes in. Oh her sweet Tae, she always loved him for his profound empathy and couldn't help but be grateful for him at that moment. She knew her resolve was breaking. She took a few breaths while everyone contemplated for a moment.

She decided there was no point in beating around the bush and it was time to lay everything out , for the sake of moving on.

“ You guys don’t understand. It's not just lying, it's not just betrayal. You guys have always had each other, you still had each other when I left. A long deep history together, I have no past besides my brother, I had no one but you guys and him. No matter how much of a shitty person he was, he was a great brother, my brother , and he raised me. You guys never spoke to me about the possibility and I thought you guys cared too much about me to do that. So , with that action you showed my worth to you and took away a part of me, I lost everything.”

“ You don’t understand , YN it wasn't-” Jimin begins exasperated , but she cuts him off

“ You're right, I don't understand how someone can say they love someone and then disrespect them on such a deep level. I had to deal with that sevenfold.” While her voice came out cool and calculated , her words dipped in venom, making more than one member scared about how far this was going to escalate.

Namjoon had been allowing things to play out to this point, letting the other members say things they've waited 5 years to say, but he recognized it was time for him to play the part as the leader and not as the broken hearted ex partner of YN.

“ You have every right to feel that way YN. Absolutely every right to have been hurt. With that being said, my duty to Bangtan came first and you always knew and respected that. You know the life we live, and that code helped you live a very comfortable life. I will not deny that we went against your wishes , and that we should have informed you earlier. The only thing I can do is tell you in complete honesty that the murder of your brother was not for personal gain, but for Bangtan as a whole.”

“ Miscommunication has a habit of making a fool out of us all.” Seokjin adds, sliding down into one of the office chairs , defeated.

YN almost opened her mouth to argue that this went way beyond miscommunication, but she found herself unable to. One look around the room revealed every man and how broken they really were. Admittedly , you had never taken a moment to think about how they felt, as you had let your grief consume you and bloom into anger. What made her even angrier is she felt her resolve melting away. As much as she was hurt, these were the people she loved.

Looking around the room she realized nothing had changed. She was still madly in love with the way Namjoon’s earring moved every time he clenched that muscle in his jaw and radiated comfort. Still Madly in love with the way Seokjin managed to take up so much space with his wide shoulders, and big personality. Still in love with Yoongi’s nail biting and the way he always looked like he had somewhere better to be. Still in love with the way Hoseok never stood still , the way his eyes constantly calculated everything around him.The way Jimin’s sleeves always fell too far and hung over his hands, the way that you knew he needed to be loved even when he didn't. Still in love with the way Taehyung filled a room with childish wonder and sweet understanding. Still in love with Jungkook’s big pleading eyes, and the way he was a dichotomy of softness in a rough package.

Her brother had once told her that you know you're in love with someone when it's the smallest details that have you completely devoted to them. She's sure he shared this wisdom with her never knowing that it would apply to his sister and his murderers, but it was still true and she knew every one of them still felt the same.

“ Even if we wanted to, we couldn't go back to the way things were. Things are never going to be the same and there's so much healing to be done.” She sighs

“ You're right, things will never be the same. They'll never go back to normal.” Namjoon admits, surprising you. “ But it's never easy even in the best relationships but if you have the will and the love, you find a way to make it work.”

“ Everyone of us is in this room is fucked up, absolutely insane. Of course it's never going to be a normal relationship.” Yoongi says with the gummy smile that made her want to throw her arms around him.

“ YN wouldn't want it any other way.” Hoseok adds laughing. “ And you wouldn't know what to do with it. “

She can't help but smile. “You guys have had eachother this whole time to comfort each other while i had to survive on my own, i don't know if there's any recovering from that.”

“ No there absolutely isn't , and that's something we wanted to protect you from in the first place. '' Jimin hugs himself and takes a deep breath. “ I don't blame you for leaving now that I know. Doesn't mean i wish you hadn't.”

“ He's right .” Namjoon leans forward and looks YN directly in the eyes . “ Turns out you were the glue that holds us together and we have become not much more than strangers who know each other well. That's our fault and our job to fix that, not yours, but I think we would all be willing to do it with or without you. I hope it's with you, in any capacity you can afford us.”

She knew she was too prideful, and the only reason she hadn't already given in was her pride. Yes, being around them was going to hurt, but she was already hurting. If this turned out to be a good idea, then she could be happy again, because five years on her own and away from them had done nothing for her healing journey. She needed them, she realized.

Then she speaks , she speaks a sentence that gives everyone more hope than they have dared to have in all those years.

“ I want to start building a future with you guys, but I'm going to need time. I need you to remain professional when necessary and I need time. This isn't going to work itself out overnight. Can you guys do that for me ?”

“Anything for you YN.”

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No problem! Thank you for answering :)

So, I would like to request a enemies to lovers JungKook x reader drabble with the prompts: 11. “It’s impossible to get rid of me.”; 74. “Where does it hurt?” and 193. “You’re kidding, right?”, please. 'ᴗ'

“It’s Impossible to Get Rid of Me” | JJK

Jeon Jeongguk x gender neutral reader

Mafia AU

warning - mentions of violence, injury, and guns. themes of being held hostage. Read at your own risk.

How did you find yourself in this situation?

Besides the fact that you are the child of one of the leaders of the largest mafia organization in Korea, you are well protected. Your father tried his best to separate family and work, but full anonymity is near impossible in the crime world. Eventually, the wrong people will find out who someone holds most dear; and that was you to your father.

"I didn't expect you to be a fighter." Your capturer comments dryly. "Mr. L/N always has kept your existence under wraps. I wonder if your father's thugs even know about you." He chuckles darkly.

You roll your eyes at his commentary. You don't have time for this. You were walking to your apartment after work when they snatched you; literally off the street. You're a busy person. You have exams, papers to write, and work to do. You should be at home getting work done instead of being tied up in a dirty warehouse against your will. You have never understood the mafia life. You don't like violence, dirty deals, or backstabbing. Call it cliché, but that's just not who you are despite being a part of a mafia family.

However, you aren't completely hopeless. Being born into this life meant you were trained in combat and violence from age five. Your father gifted you your first gun for your eighth birthday. Despite your best efforts to stay away and your father's efforts to keep you out of it, danger lurks in every shadow. You accepted that fact a long time ago.

Suddenly the thug is in front of you. He grips harshly onto your chin and forces you to look up at him. "It's rude to ignore someone when they are talking," He spits out. He throws you to the floor. You cry out as your injuries are stretched. The thug chuckles as he strides to the door. "You better start praying now, sweetheart. The young master is on his way and he doesn't play nicely." You have barely managed to pick yourself off the floor before the door shuts and locks behind him.

"Great, just great," You grumble to yourself. "I should be at home, in bed, but instead I'm here in this stupid warehouse." Your kidnapper didn't even really give you a reason as to why you, but you're not that naïve. Even though your father is not the boss, he is still high up in the rankings. He's the right-hand man of the boss, Master Kim, and he does hold power, but not a lot of sway amongst the lower-ranking people. Your disappearance wouldn't raise as mainly red flags as the bosses' heir would. In your opinion, taking you was a blunder.

No one knows about you. Therefore, why would anyone care? You hold no sway over the gang, and your father only holds sway over a select few. You are nobody. The kidnappers won't get as much from taking you as they would the heir, Taehyung.

You are snapped from your thoughts by the appearance of another. "Well, well, well, who do we have here?" A deep voice draws out. The tiny light above you does nothing to illuminate anything beyond five feet around you so your new company is clouded in shadows. The soft click-clack of shoes hitting the concrete floor is the only thing audible as the stranger makes their way to you. A crazy laugh erupts from you as the stranger enters the light.

"This has to be a joke." You wheeze out in between giggles.

There is no conceivable way that Jeon Jeongguk is standing before you now. He is dressed in tight jeans that leave nothing to the imagination, a plain white t-shirt with a black leather jacket protecting him from the chilly air. He's wearing a pair of black combat boots. There is a pistol strapped to his left hip. He is the epitome of a member of the mafia if you had ever seen one- which you have.

He looks taken aback by your presence. "Y/N? What are you doing here?"

You meet his stare. You raise an eyebrow at his question. "You're kidding, right?" You laugh again. "I should be the one asking you that, Jeon, but I think we both know the answer to that." You and Jeon Jeongguk have a rocky history. Besides the fact you two were raised in warring mafia organizations, you were rivals in the classroom as well. You two are attending classes at the local university and were competing to be the top student in your class. You two did not hide your disdain for one another; it was common knowledge among everyone that you would rip out each other's throats if you could. "Did I hit a nerve by scoring better than you on that biology exam?"

He growls at your statement. "We both know that you cheated. Besides," His eyes roam over your form. "I wouldn't have ordered you to be captured over a silly rivalry." He crouches down in front of you; you instinctively flinch away from his outstretched hand but in doing so you strained the injuries on your back. You hissed out between clenched teeth. His eyes widen and he frantically looks over your body again, his eyes narrowing at your back. "Are you okay, Y/N? Where does it hurt?"

"Why does it matter?" You grit out. You're starting to get annoyed by his good-boy persona. He's the heir to the Jeon clan for crying out loud.

The Jeon clan is the oldest mafia gang in East Asia. They have managed to survive by striking shady deals, arranged marriages with other gangs, and killing to name a few. The Kim clan, which you belong to, is still relatively new; having only been around since after the Korean war. Despite their young age, the Kim's have gained incredible power over trade networks and paying politicians hush money in order to prevent sanctions on their trade. They pose a threat to the Jeon's power ring; hence the rivalry. The rivalry has been pretty violence-free for the past three decades, but every now and then a hit would be ordered.

You and Jeongguk have entered into a silent truce. Instead of fighting it out with knives and guns, you battle it out in academics. However, just because he hasn't hurt you, doesn't mean his hands are clean. Rumors say he made his first kill when he was three years old. A hitman from the Kim clan was ordered to kidnap the young heir, but the toddler launched a blade into the man's neck before he even fully stepped into the nursery.

Jeon Jeongguk is deadly, and you are always on high alert while in his presence. Despite your own skills in violence, you wouldn't stand a chance against him in a duel.

"This must be a mistake," Jeongguk says. "There wasn't a hit ordered for you, trust me I would know if there was. The thugs must have mistaken you for someone else. I'm sorry." He sounds genuine. He gently reaches towards you, but you flinch away again.

"Don't touch me!"

His eyes soften as they meet yours. "I'm sorry, Y/N," His voice is nearly a whisper. "I'm going to release you from your bonds. Is that okay?" The way he asks you for permission causes your heart to jump for a split second. You nod your head. Slowly and softly, he reaches for you again and carefully undoes the ties on your bonds. "I'm sorry," He says again at your inflamed skin from where the ropes rubbed against your wrists.

"It's okay," You whisper. "They didn't hurt me too badly. They just threw me to the ground a little too hard when they caught me." You shrug nonchalantly. "Nothing I can't handle."

Jeongguk tk's. "It shouldn't have happened at all," He bites out. "Believe me, Y/N, I'm going to find out who is responsible for this and they will pay." He undoes the last bond and he pulls you to your feet. You stumble a bit; your legs had fallen asleep from being in the uncomfortable position for god knows how long.

You turn to look at him as he escorts you out of the warehouse. "Why do you even care, Jeon?" He glances over at you but doesn't say anything. "I'm nobody important. It's common knowledge that my father holds no power, so taking me is a waste of time." Suddenly, Jeongguk halts in his tracks. He spins on his heels to face you. He cages you in place with his hands on your shoulders as he forces you to meet his gaze.

"Stop putting yourself down, Y/N." He says. "Even though your father isn't as powerful as Mr. Kim, he is still a part of the Kim clan. To us Jeon's, he is a target. Every Kim is a target." You nervously gulp at his words. You hear the unspoken words, even you. "To us, any member of the Kim clan, regardless of their rank, is a target and if captured, is a win. You're lucky it was me they called in to deal with you instead of anyone else." You both shudder at the implication of his words.

"Thanks for the flattery," You smile, "But I would have been able to hold my own for a while. It's impossible to get rid of me so quickly."

Jeongguk laughs. "Sure, keep telling yourself that if it helps you sleep better at night."

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JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS(12).° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ

🪩 Miracle Of The Season | Angel Jungkook x Fallen Angel F!Reader | OneShot | @cybrsan

🪩 There’s Only Me When There’s You | Jungkook x Reader | OneShot | @koostattoos

🪩 PRINCESS TREATMENT | JK X Reader | Series | @2hightocare

🪩 best friends..? | best friend!Jungkook x fem!reader | Series | @just4koo

🪩 Home for the Holidays | jungkook x f. reader | OneShot | @jjungkookislife

🪩 Closer To You | Rich, spoilt brat!Jeongguk X Doctor! Reader | OneShot | @back2bluesidex

🪩 First type of Soul Mate: The Soul Crossing Mate | Prince!Jungkook X Reader | @beautifulfuckup99

🪩 What he wants, he gets | Jeon Jungkook x Reader (idol au) | OneShot | @wildestdreamsblog

🪩 Debut | sunbaenim!JK X Reader | OneShot | @yankpop

🪩 Cruel Beast | idol yandere Jungkook x Idol Y/n | OneShot | @kangmoon27

🪩 PREDESTINED | Mortal/commer jk x goddess reader | OneShot | @keen-li

🪩 ＤＥＡＴＨ | Yandere! Dark! Android! Jeon Jungkook x Widower! Fem! Reader | @pynkgothicka

🪩 Daddy Daycare | Technician! Jungkook x Teacher's Assistant! Reader | Series | @bunnyhugs77

🪩 Yours Truly | popular jungkook x tsundere f reader | @solemnreads

🪩 Cherry Flavored | Biker!JK X Reader | OneShot | @jungkookstatts

🪩 Oath | JK X Reader | Mafia AU | Series | @bangtan-yeonghon

🪩 too young | single dad!jungkook X Reader | series | @jeonggukookies

🪩 How to Get Rid of Your Virginity | badboy!jungkook x theaternerd!reader | OneShot | @strvngeweather

🪩 Mr. Take Your Bitch | Idol!JK X Reader | OneShot | @bunnyhugs77

🪩 Focused on her | aged jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @000jeon

🪩 sorry (not sorry) | JK X Reader | OneShot | @angelguk

🪩 ALL AT ONCE | unhinged jungkook X shy oc | Series | @muniimyg

🪩 Valentine Vixen | Stripper! Reader x Rich! Jungkook | OneShot | @bunnyhugs77

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jungkook recs

main masterlist

pls remember to reblog if you like any of my recs❤️

e.r means established relationship

disclaimer: if you came back to read that one fic you liked but can´t find it, its bc the link wasn´t working anymore so I deleted it :/

yandere / mafia / bad boy

bloody love - smutty, king jk, evil jk, obsessed jk, posessive jk, blood thirsty jk like fr, he honestly loves bathing in the blood of those who did him wrong in his eyes, reader is lgb. this is an on going series but I´LL BE DAMNED IF IT ISN´T THE BEST THING I´VE READ in a minute!!, the writing its so captivating, not a single dull or boring moment, i can´t wait for the next part tbh

romantic dreams - yandere!jungkook, tattoo artist jk, boxer!jk, UGHH ITS GOODDD, he´s so toxic frfr, namjoon is sick of his ass lmao, totally obsessed with reader, jealous and possesive af, he´s crazy sdlfjs but i´m into it

toxic noona - yandere!noona, toxic controling relationship, jk is a victim, he´d rather die than leave, reader likes to make him cry, manipulation

crafting new memories - yandere!jk FR, stockholm syndrome, jk kiddnaped reader and fucks her while making her watch herself on the news,,,her own missing sign

twin flame bruise - twin!jk, jeon jeongguk and jeon jungkook, they look the same but are opposites, the one thing they have in common is you. it´s an on going series but I like how the plot is vvv different from what we´re used to

yours insanely - yandere!jk, serial killer jk, detective!reader, he kills women who look like you

darknet - yandere!jk, the internet is scary, human trafficking, jk is scary dangerous, it´s a LOT, just wow

who is in control? - yandere-ish, lawyer!jk, posessive jk, obsessive jk, toxic relationship, stalking, manipulation, secret relationship, he´s cray-cray

hybrid au / soulmate au / super hero au / alien au

his bunny - smut, fluff, bunny hybrid reader, fem reader, clingy reader

bunnytalk - bunny hybrid jk, owner reader, jk is a sad bunny bc reader won´t return his feelings but it´s all just a misunderstanding

night vision - e.r, alien!jk, suggestive, lowkey smut, bunny hybrid reader, jk has tentacles ,,,,,nothing else to say, flirty fluffy jk, this is dIFFERENTTTT i love it

closer - smut, step siblings au, noona reader, yandere!jk, jk is obsessed with him older step sister, WHEWWW this is intense, very detailed, loved it

slice of life / university au / idol jk

soju - fluff, shy baby hubby jk, reader cooks him his fav meal and he basically looks at her with heart eyes, i love it

you make him go crazy - fluff, idol!jk, slight angst, multiple scenarios, reader is constantly making him go nuts, he is STRESSED lmao, it´s cute anyways, reader is kind of a careless brat but jk wouldn´t have it any other way

you wear his clothes - fluff, thing is...HE gives you his clothes, he´s so boyfriendd

all my fault - angst, fluffy end, hubby jk, in which you pass out after an argument and find him crying when you wake up

call me soon - summer break up, strangers to fwb to lovers, obsessed jk

screw up; over wine - finance major jk x model!reader, first date drabble, he is really into reader so he takes her to a fancy pricey wine and dine but guess wHAT.. he is broke lmao so he straight up PANICS, lowkey highkey secondhand embarrasment but it´s jk so it ends in a cute way

kiss me better -angst, jerk jk, mean jk, misunderstanding, manhandling, he is crying bc he assumed she was cheating but he was sooo wrong, now he is begging, crying, throwing up,,, they make up anyways, its angsty in a satisfying way

you´re leaving me - angst af, hubby!jk, daddy!jk, he found divorce papers after an argument and thought the worse, he starts going crrrazy but as always, it´s a happy ending

snowball - fluff, angst, crack, implied E2L, flashback from their college days. this is part of an upcoming series, and I already love it bc wdym it was lovE at first sight?? galaxy in his eyes, artsy space love talks, fireworks exploding in his chest bc ur giggles are his fav soundddd and everything?? I am HERE for it. he lit spaces out, brain dead, no other thoughts but youyouyou and your pretty self

you´re sleepy but you promised you´d go grocery shopping with him - e.r, its cuteeeee

movie night monday -fluff, e.r, he is impatient lmao, clingy cuddly loving fluffy jk

couple questions with vogue - fluff, e.r, idol!jk, supermodel!reader, I LOVE THISSSS, he is the best boyfriend/fiancé soon to be hubby EVER UGHHHH its so cute

devoted to trouble - fluff, lil angst, smut, comedy, spiderman!jk au inspired by seven??? a masterpiecE. the world finds out he is spiderman but he dgaf bc he only cares about you, #pininggg, reader playing hard to get, man i love tHIS

show you what devotion is - boxer!jk, ballerina!reader, fluff, angst. you´re like his safe place, it´s giving exes to wannabe lovers, they deff like each other and jk wants to eat her uP but he´s wants it to be romantic and stuff, idk idk I liked itttt

you surprise him for his birthday - he´s so boyfriendddddd, this is so wholesome and cute

he can´t sleep bc he loves you so much - now THIS makes me want to drink bleach and die bc of how cute it is, THEY ARE SO IN LOVEEEE, there´s a lot of giggling, a lot of praising, a lot of disgustingly sweet loving talk after sex :´)))))) its such a good read i promise

fighting heart - boxer!jk, fluff, angst, he´s so stressed sldfkj, reader gets in a small accident and jk went crazy when a nurse answered your phone

make a wish - fluff, little smut, best friends to lovers, reader is so sweet, birthday surprise, jk shoots his shot, he only wants to spend his birthday with you

daft pretty boy - basketball cap!jk, classmates to lovers ig, see he´s smart but when he´s with you he gets nervous and forgets how to exist, he lowkey confesses and he´s sraightforward with itt, he´s got a hUGE crush on you lmao

ride - strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, jk is a fucc boy on campus, reader has tattoos and rides the coolest bike, jk has an instant crush, love at firts sight i would say, got him blushing and sweating lmao, this is an on going series but I KNOW it´ll be gREAT, I love it already

in your arms - e.r, fluff, smut, morning secs, waking up by his side for the first time after moving in

encore - game designer!jk, he is cool af, has a fat crush on reader, this is just the teaser of the fic but I really like it

crave you - idol!jk, crack, smut, fluff, hispanic choreographer reader, texting, taejikook, jk is HORNY but he´s a softie too, he´s got a big big fat crush, strenght kink bc we all know he can throw her around like a ragdoll

pretty girl - smut, tattoo artist!jk, chubby reader, THIS IS ITTTTT, he´s tall, dark and handsome, flirty af too, "pretty girl" stFUUUU, they both want to fuck so he shoots his shot at the tattoo appointment

easy - angsty, fuckboy jk, bet!trope, jk plays you so he can get his rent paid, i read this one a lawwngg time ago and decided i was an angst loving hoe

Inevitable - angst, fluff, smut, lovers to exes to lovers, baseball player!jk, dad!jk, parents au, you break up with jk years ago after you got pregnant bc you wanted him to follow his dreams and now he´s back home just to find out there´s a boy who looks just like him.. this is a masterpiece, honestly one of THEE best jk series out there, it has it all fr, the angst is angsty and the fluff is FLUFFY, i love it sm i´ve read it 3 times and never get tired of it

finish line -fluff, nerdy!jk, racer!jki loooooveee itttttt, so cute, so fluffy, this blurb uGHHHHH, just read the whole thing pls

ungodly hour - crack, smut, fluff, college au, broke college student!reader, lowkey slutty!reader, jk is thirsstttyyyyy, simping atp, "who´s dick do i have to suck for a hulu account?" this series is honestly so funny ksjakskjs

ceo au / sugardaddy au / rich bf au / coworker au

Over The Odds | The Confession - ceo jk, sugardaddy jk, jealous bf jk, sugar baby reader, he gets mad and yells bc he is lowkey insecure of her ex but reader is equaly in love. this is a series

wrong time - smut, angst, dilf!jk, ceo!jk, exes to lovers, workaholic as a scape mechanism, the one that got away type of stuff but she broke things up first for valid reasons, big big heartache but she´s still the love of his life

don´t blame me - sugar daddy!jk, ceo!jk, soft yan!jk, obsessive!jk, student!reader, unhealthy behavior on his part, manipulative behavior on her part, jealousy on both parts, he goes a lil too far but reader is bitchy and annoying, he lit gives her everythinggg she asks for, the man is..creazy about her in a very unhealthy way and she takes advantage of that, toxicc

failed quickie - cowerker jk, suggestive, they´re about to fucc on an elevator but it didn´t work, he likes his hair pulled!!1!

someone older -smut, ceo jk, divorced jk, 30 something yo jk, taehyung has a kid, younger oc, its a nice read, would do it again

break up au / cheating au / fuckboy au

night after night - smut, angst, crack, fluff, semi-retired fuckboy jk, red flag jk, stalker jk, break up au, lovers to exes to lovers, he fucked around and found out so he is FREAKING ouT, also he is beggING okk.. we love that, he also has a Harley bc he is bad boy™, they make up anyways bc he is pussy whipped.. or in love, whatevs you wanna call it

seven plus one - smut, angst, they break up for like a week and that shit got him SIMPING fr, standing under the rain begging and stuff, the man is obsessed, we love it

what could've been - smut, angst, rockstar jk, fuckboy jk, ex gf oc, he breaks her heart then leaves to become world famouse, the sees her again, they fuck, he wants to get back together bc he´s still in love but she does´t want him like that

pwp / fwb

woof, woof, woof - smut, angsty, kinda E2L, jealousy, toxic relationship, teasing , unprotected sex

you good?? - drabble, smut, "what if you gave jungkook head?" is righT bc i´ve been thinking about it for a min!!! he is mean ok yall know he is a brat buT, the head is too good to do all that, the man was shaKINg for godssakeee, so good he had to answer with a thumbs up bc reader drained him fr, left him so brain dead he couldn´t even speak

afterglow - smut, fwb!jk, slight possessive!jungkook, dirty talking, degrading nicknames, but he cares ok, he´s trying to get out of the friend zone

every side of you - very pwp, he is a rough sex loverrr, he compares readers moans with angelic melodies like??? he´s so romantic like that, but also: degrading dirty talk, he is rouGH alright, straight up clingy bf after sex, sweet loving talk + cute cute aftercare, he is just pERFECT

come sit on my lap - pwp, lots of praisingg, they way this is written is good yall, "use me" , “so polite” shUT UPPPP im literally blushing, AND he is also cute at the end?? i hate it heREEEE :´)

birthday gift - honoring his 26th birthday with this masterpiece, he like to talkkkk ok?? dirty talk, degrading nicknames kinda talk, "dumb bitch" kinda talk, growling while he calls you names, i was shook fr

he has a lot of cum - boyfriend!jk, the title I- , he DOES have a lot of cum, lots of stamina, lots of everYTHING, and on toP of those small details, wdym he wants to see how many times he can cum in you before it´s too full and it starts to spill????? somebody stop this man

riding jungkook´s nose - we´ve ALLL thought about this, and if you haven´t you´re lying, periodt. pRAISINGGG, he´s in a pussy-drunk frenezy, he likes feeling used, he likes getting his hair pulled, he likes getting his face wET, it´s sickenINGGGG goreaditplease

fucking in the gym - this was inspired by that one pic of him and jimin with their back out, I SEE THE VISION, fucking with ceiling mirrors

wicked - smut, incubus!jk, big big corruption kink, lots of dirty ploting and dirty talk, yupppp this is a good one, so detailed, love me a fic that lit makes me see what i´m reading

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#art #aestethic #jeongguk #kim taehyung #au #mafia #jeon jungkook #TAEKOOK #Vkook #Bts

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clumsy-jiminie · 1 year

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ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴅᴇꜱ | ᴊᴊᴋ | ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ

◦ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ :: mafia!jungkook x mafia!female reader

◦ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ :: 18+

◦ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ :: mature content, angst, smut, mafia!au

◦ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ :: 10.2k ( this is becoming a habit )

◦ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ :: smut - dry humping, dirty talking, taunting, oral ( f. receiving ), fingering, use of pet name - baby, jk simply adores you, a disgusting amount of fluff for the type of story this is ( in my opinion ), cursing, mc is terrified of falling, jk is an asshole but one of those damn you’re still hot assholes, really a filler chapter tbh

↠ ɴᴇxᴛ :: ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ :: ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪɴᴅᴇx ↞

You lay in your bed, hands resting on your stomach as you stared at your ceiling. The beginnings of the morning were peeking out behind the horizon. You sighed deeply to yourself. You got 3-4 hours of sleep, maybe. You were restless, constantly tossing and turning before succumbing to your mind and giving up. Your senses were running wild. Phantoms of where he touched you linger amongst your intimate parts. It felt so real, like he was still here pressing his thumb against your clitoris. You were so close — just a few more moments, and you would’ve been over the moon with ecstasy. But he ripped that away from you, essentially blue-balling you for the first time in your life.

You tried to put those feelings to rest with your hand hovering over his ghostly touch, but it was to no avail. It wasn’t enough. Your body knew it was just a pity attempt to recreate what you had, refusing your satisfaction unless you had the real thing. As a result, insomnia struck and forced you to watch the sun as it rose. Frustration grew inside of you with each passing moment. How could he get you started like that and then just leave? How could he act like that wasn’t the first time you’ve kissed him in months? You were always unsure where you stood with him — sometimes it was obvious that he wanted you, but most times, it was like he was indifferent towards you. But then, out of nowhere, he decides that kissing you was no longer a risk. He even decided to push it further than just a kiss, going as far as fingering you in the kitchen. All because of his jealousy. All to prove a point to no one.

You pushed yourself out of bed and walked out of your room. You took deliberate footsteps down the quiet hallway, cautious not to wake the inhabitants around you. You approached a room, quietly turning the door knob and slipping through the crack. Just as you anticipated, Jeongguk was sitting on the edge of his bed. His head hung low, probably staring down at his phone. This was around the time he would come to wake you up to practice boxing. You shut the door behind you, causing him to glance over his shoulder at the noise. He watched as you walked around his bed until you stopped before him through half-closed eyes filled with sleep. You were surprised to see him in just a pair of black boxer briefs. You thought he would’ve at least worn pajama pants to bed. He noticed your furrowed brows and scrunched nose, the cutest angry face he had ever seen. Dressed in one of his t-shirts, you folded your arms over your chest while looking down at him.

“What are you—” You quickly placed a finger to his lips, stopping the gravelly heaven-like sound coming out of his mouth. Jeongguk's eyes went wide as you looked at him, confusion flooding his face.

You removed your finger from his mouth before placing your hands on his shoulders. You then pushed him back, causing him to land on the bed. “You’re an asshole,” you kept your voice low enough for only him to hear. While you sat on top of him, straddling his hips, you repeated yourself. “Such an asshole.”

He quirked a brow, suppressing the excitement that wanted to coarse through his body. The warmth between your legs, placed directly on his groin, was enough to drive him insane. He didn’t want to show how much he was about to enjoy whatever you had in mind. “Is that so?” He teased as his hands found your thighs, playing with the hem of your shirt.

You nodded once as you reached down to grab his hands with yours, interlocking your fingers together. “And for that,” you whispered as you suddenly leaned forward and pinned him to the bed. His eyes grew wide for a second, glancing at both his hands before he looked at you again. “I get payback.”

“Payback?” His brows furrowed together, trying to figure out what kind of payback this would be. Maybe you weren’t here to make his last wet dream come true.

You smirked while nodding. “Payback,” you repeated just as you slid your hips back. You felt his cock twitch between the thin pieces of fabric that kept your intimate areas separate. You began to rock your hips back and forth against him. Your grip on his hands tightened as he let out a low groan. You tried to keep your moans at bay by biting down on your lower lip. You felt him growing harder with each stroke as you grew wetter. The clothed friction was way better than you expected, almost as good as his fingers last night.

Your hips moved steadily, slowly back and forth, against his hardening length. Within seconds, his member was full of blood and stiff as a rock. The direct attention from your hips was enjoyable, but you didn’t even have to do that to get him hard. All you had to do was merely glance in his direction, flash him that soft smile of yours, and he was ready to go. Surprisingly, you would never notice. You were either too focused on the training or other things. Too focused to realize you could just give him the word, and he would be ready to please you. Words couldn’t describe how great it felt to have something other than his hand stroking him. You began to pick up your pace. Your dampness began to create a small wet spot in your panties where it clung to you.

“Fuck,” he sighed as his hips gently bucked upwards. His breathy moan sent a chill down your spine, encouraging you to keep going. You released his wrists from your grip, leaning back into an upright position as his hands rested against his abdomen. The new placement provided a closer feeling, causing a moan to slip past your lips. "Just like that, baby," he moaned as he stared at your grey panties pushing against his black boxer briefs. It’s only been a few minutes, but you were already close to that release you craved. Your hips slowed a little, switching to long strokes with a pause. You needed the feeling to calm down a little, not wanting your fun to end so soon. You tried to keep the growing ball of warmth dancing right along that line of ecstasy.

Jeongguk’s hands found your thighs once again as he watched you. Eyes shut with your head tossed back, exposing your neck, which was prime for his markings. Your mouth hung open slightly, little, breathy moans slipping out before you silenced them by biting down on your lower lip. God, if only you knew how sexy you were. He could have this image of you framed in his room. He wanted — no, needed — to see more of you.

"Take this off for me," he directed. He grabbed the hem of your shirt, raising it before you took the rest and pulled it over your head. When you glanced down at him, you swore he made the same face when he first saw you topless. The same look of pure adoration — like you were a piece of art. He didn't hesitate to run his hand up your side, cupping one of your breasts in his palm. You hummed with delight as his thumb swiped over your nipple once before continuing to rub it in the same motion as your hips. Your nipples stiffened from the attention, pushing you closer to that edge as your pace increased.

"God, you feel so fucking good." He groaned as his free hand gripped your hip, pushing you down a little to add more friction. Both of you struggled to hold back your moans. It was the first time in a long time you felt this good, and you were getting lost in the incredible amount of pleasure. He let go of your breast and pushed himself to sit up. He quickly mumbled a, "C'mere," before crashing his lips into yours. The kiss was nothing like last night. It wasn't a slow build-up to show what he wanted — he laid it all on the line from the beginning. The kiss was messy, full of want as your tongues glided past each other. Your hips started to slow, becoming too distracted by how amazing his lips felt against yours. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders. His cold hands were placed on your back and hip, causing you to jump slightly from his touch. He pulled you in closer, your bare chests pressing against each other. Your nipples brushed gently against his skin, a moan slipping past your lips.

He turned to the side, causing you to land on the bed underneath him. As he propped himself up onto his elbows, he continued the pace you set before. He grinds his hips into yours with skill, making you wish you had the real thing again. He leaned up, supporting himself with his hands now. He then grabbed your legs. He placed your calves on his shoulder while his hips started to move faster. It felt much different now that he was in control. He knew what speed he should be going and how much pressure he should add to drive you wild. It was all so intense. You shivered violently before pulling away, a loud moan escaping before he quickly hushed you. Jeongguk then backed away, crawling off of you. He stood by the side of his bed before grabbing your legs and pulling you closer to him. Your butt hung halfway off the edge as you looked up at him, anticipating his next move.

He took a moment to stare at the art before him — how your chest slightly raised and fell as you panted, the flushed tone that spread across your skin, and the darkened area in your panties covering your core. Fucking hell, if he could take a picture, he would.

“Look at you,” he taunted, “sprawled out on my bed with your panties drenched. Did you come here just to use my cock?”

His words stirred you, making the ball of arousal inside of you shake with excitement. He knew your type. After spending enough time with you, he took note of the quick remarks. Whenever he assigned you a task, no matter big or small, there was always a little resistance. You were a brat to your center. And he wanted that bratty side to come out and play. But you weren't going to stoop to his level. You weren't going to give in to him. You knew he wouldn't be able to handle your mouth. And with him giving off this dominant energy, the silent treatment would piss him off just as much.

He quirked a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh? Now you don’t wanna answer me?” He scoffed, “That’s fine, you don’t have to.”

Feeling satisfied that your silent treatment worked, you basked in your success. That was until you felt a sudden cool breeze. Jeongguk pulled your panties away from your core, the material fighting him a little from the wetness you gathered. He stared at your glistening core, unable to help himself as he slid his finger against your swollen clit. You inhaled deeply, eyes shutting as you let out a long moan. Then his fingers disappeared.

“Keep that same energy then. I don’t want to hear a fucking sound from you.”

Jeongguk pulled down his boxer briefs before you felt his tip slide between your lips and right against your clitoris. Your panties kept his shaft in place, pressed against your heat while he rocked his hips back and forth. The direct stimulation to your clitoris caused you to gasp out in pleasure when he suddenly stopped.

“What did I say?”

You stared up at his face, seriousness etched behind his eyes full of desire. As you pressed your lips together, you nodded your head and he continued to set a pace from before. This was supposed to be about your payback. When the hell did he become the one in control? You had to regain back your composure. You had to be on top again. But his skin against yours felt so amazing, pushing you closer to the edge. He quickened his pace, looking down at the marvelous sight as he held your legs apart. You slapped your hand over your mouth to stop any noise from slipping out while he was moaning and breathing up a storm. That didn't help. You wanted your moans to mix with his. You wanted him to hear how good he was making you feel.

“You look like you're struggling over there, Y/N. Is there something you wanna say?” He breathed, chuckling lightly. You shook your head quickly, not wanting him to win in any kind of way. You were strong, you had to be strong. “You sure, baby?” You arched your back a little, almost letting a whimper slip out. He had to know what that word did to you at this point. “It seems like you’re holding something back.”

He was such an asshole. He knew what command he just gave you, yet here he was teasing you about it. Did he not know how hard it was to not scream out his name? No, he knew, he wanted to see how long you were going to be able to hold it together.

He then pulled his member out from your panties, causing you to exhale deeply through your nose. Finally, he gave you a break. But then he got down onto his knees, pulling your underwear to the side. Jeongguk couldn't help himself, leaning forward before he pressed his tongue flat against your clit. Your eyes went cross, and shocks of pleasure jolted through your system as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. A soft moan parted from his throat as he moved his tongue in waves against your sensitive bud before swirling around it. God, how he missed how you tasted. He hooked his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he lapped at your sex. He was only supposed to tease you — give himself a little taste — but he easily got carried away. Your fingers gripped his sheets tightly as he took no mercy. He had to force himself to pull away, chuckling softly at the few whimpers and whines that did slip out of you now and then. You were trying so hard. Jeongguk rested his hand on top of your heat. He rubbed quick circles onto your bud with his thumb, your back arching at his touch. Your legs trembled as everything inside of you wanted to scream out. You wanted to make sure he heard how easily his fingers could make you come undone. It was almost painful to hold back these sounds. You've never been told to stay quiet before. You hated every second of this punishment.

“Please,” you whimpered out, feeling your high approaching.

“Ah? What’s that?”

You whined. The ability to form sentences failed you as your mind clouded with arousal.

Jeongguk smirked, feeling accomplished that he had you begging. He knew damn well how desperately you needed to moan. You were never one to hold back, and he was going to make sure to keep this little challenge in his back pocket whenever you wanted to be a smart ass.

“Let me hear you.”

All the moans and whimpers poured out of you, followed by a sprinkle of curse words. Jeongguk’s cock throbbed as he watched you reach the peak of your orgasm. Your body trembled while your hips rocked against his fingers, riding out your high until the only sound remaining was panting. He pulled his hand away before crawling over you, situating himself between your legs where his length pressed up against your throbbing core. You whined from the pressure, still highly sensitive from before. As your eyes opened and looked up at him, you watched as he stuck his fingers in his mouth, licking off your slick.

Fuck, why was he so hot?

“That was payback?” He smirked as his hand found your cheek, thumb caressing your warmed skin.

“Yes,” you breathed, confident that your plan still worked. “You didn’t get off,” your legs then wrapped around his hips, ankles crossing as you pulled him into you. You both hummed, half tempted to start grinding into him again.

He knew you were going to try to take an eye for an eye — he blue-balled you, so you did the same. “Mmm, I don’t need to,” he said before leaning in to place a quick kiss on your lips, “watching you get off is more than enough.”

Heat flooded your cheeks before you tried to push him off, attempting to hide the shyness spreading on your face by turning your head to the side. He chuckled, his heart becoming full as he made you look at him again. "So cute," he mumbled before pressing his lips against yours again. He kissed you so sweetly, so delicately, that your stomach did a flip from the affection. It felt different than the last. Why did it feel so different? Could this...? No, don't be ridiculous. It was just the mix of happy drugs in your system, that's all. It was the cocktail of oxytocin and dopamine. Even though the way his hand ran down your thigh gave you chills. And how he would pull away only to return to your lips a few seconds later made you giggle. It was because of your orgasm. Nothing else.

He rolled into his back, bringing you with him. His hands glided across your skin until they reached your waist before finally breaking the kiss. He rested his head on his comforter, letting out a content sigh as his eyes closed. It felt so nice to have you around, just near him. It made him sleepy like you were a walking dose of melatonin. You stared at his resting face, his eyes furrowing for a moment before relaxing again. With your lips pressed into a small smile, you carefully tried to sit up so you could leave him to rest. His grip on your waist tightened and caused you to stop.

“Where are you going?” He asked without opening his eyes.

“Um, back to my room? To let you sleep?”

He opened one eye, peeking at you before closing it again. “No.”

“No?” This was the first time he ever opposed you leaving. Before, if you ever wanted to leave, he would tell you to close the door on your way out. You figured he enjoyed whatever alone time he gets since it’s so rare now.

“Stay.” Your eyes went wide at his demand. “Nap with me, it’s not like you haven’t done it before.”

You were quiet for a moment before finally sliding off of him and finding your spot on his chest. You’ve napped with him after workouts quite often. It was convenient for you to stay in his bed since you used his shower, after all. But this felt different, more intimate than what you were used to. As you traced random shapes against his skin, watching him relax under this simple touch, you couldn’t ignore the overwhelming feeling of peacefulness. Something about him just felt right. You heard his light snores soon after, listening to his slowed heart rate as he slept. The rhythmic beats put you to sleep once again.

The soft beeps of Jeongguk's phone stirred him awake. He groaned, did an hour pass already? He swore he had just fallen asleep two seconds ago. He leaned back a little, rubbing his eye with the back of his free hand. Your back was against him with barely any space between you. You were a mover whenever you slept, and today you wanted to be close. Most days, you end up on the other side of his bed, practically dangling off the edge despite starting close to him. On other days, you wanted to feel his skin against yours. You were interesting, and he enjoyed that. One of his arms draped along your midriff, where he found his hand casually cupping your breast. This shocked him for a moment before prompting a small, childish, giggle from him. When was the last time he fell asleep next to a woman? Was it you? No way... He has hooked up with other women since you, but has he never spent the night? Oh, man.

Would it be wrong to skip breakfast and morning assignments? He already knew it was his day you watch you while the other members went out and about, and you would probably end up doing this — napping in his bed or stealing his phone to play whatever games he has — anyway. He debated for a moment, looking down at your features as you quietly slept without a worry in mind. He sighed deeply. If he didn’t come, Namjoon would probably find his way up here, and he didn’t want to deal with the mess that would bring. So he reluctantly peeled himself away from you. He was careful, making sure you stayed off in dreamland. After successfully leaving the bed, a skill that would be useful in parenthood, he stood up and grabbed a pair of sweatpants that were nearby. As he grabbed his phone off the bed, he heard a whimper from you. Small and soft, barely apparent had the room not been dead silent. Could you have noticed his presence already gone, or were you in some kind of nightmare? He froze in place — arm outstretched in mid-grab as he tried to steady his balance so he wouldn’t fall. He held his breath, watching as you shifted your position before relaxing again. He let out a soft sigh of relief, and a chuckle followed as he shook his head. He grabbed his phone before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

He headed to his door, quietly opening it just enough to slip through the crack before closing it behind him. All he had to do was get through breakfast so he could return to his rightful spot next to you. Maybe you’ll do the little thing with your nails again that always seemed to knock him out. He rubbed the remaining crust out of his eyes as he started to walk down the hall.

“Oh, hey!” The sudden sound of Jimin’s voice caused the man to jump slightly. Jeongguk turned around to see the blonde who was way too excited for the time being.

Through half-closed lids, Jeongguk grumbled out a low “Hello.”

“Have you seen Y/N?” He asked while pointing his thumb behind him, towards your room. “Jin’s making pancakes, and I wanted to make sure she got some.”

His nose scrunched for a second. Will he ever leave you alone? Ever since Jeongguk suggested him for night duty, Jimin was suddenly nice to you. It was weird, considering he was so for roughing you up to get the code. And now he’s buying you dresses, flirting with you so obviously that it was painful, and making sure you get food. Come on. There’s a line between being courteous and having an interest in someone. All of these concerns were boyfriend things — things Jeongguk should’ve been doing himself. Not saying that Jimin shouldn’t be nice to you, but his niceties should only extend so far. If only Jimin knew how you were laying in his bed half naked, exhausted from the orgasm he just gave you, then maybe he could back the fuck off.

Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it, Jeongguk thought to himself.

“She’s in my bed.”

Well fuck.

Jimin’s eyes widen, then his brows furrowed as he tilted his head to the side slightly. “What—?”

“Just kidding!” Jeongguk quickly said, letting out an awkward chuckle afterward. He could already feel his palms developing a coat of sweat over them. He didn’t know why he was suddenly nervous. Maybe because the chances of Jimin coming out of character and opening that mouth of his to Namjoon was slim to none, but not zero. What if he decided he wanted you to himself and tried to cut Jeongguk out of the picture? He could have a whole plan set up and is just waiting for the perfect moment, collecting evidence to show that Jeongguk has been flirting and getting close to the captive. You were supposed to be just a fuck buddy, solely there because the sex you have is outstanding. But he has now seen sides of you a fuck buddy isn’t supposed to see, sides that opened his eyes a little more than he would’ve liked.

“She’s just showering right now. If you need her that bad, I can go let her know.”

Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment. “You’ve gotten that comfortable with her?”

Jeongguk simply shrugged, “I do hang out with her every other day now, so we are pretty close.” There was a cockiness to his tone as he folded his arms over his chest, a smirk forming on his lips. Despite Jimin’s efforts, the younger will always have a one-up on him for quality time.

The blonde quirked an eyebrow, half a smirk forming on his lips as he let out a soft scoff. “Oh, so you know about where she grew up?” Jeongguk’s smirk instantly dropped and transferred to Jimin’s face. “Or about her favorite anime to watch? Or what about—?”

“Enough,” Jeongguk stated as his brow lowered.

Jimin chuckled as he stepped closer to the other man. “What’s wrong? Starting to realize you know absolutely nothing about your little crush?” Jeongguk remained silent, glaring at him while the realization sunk in. How could he have missed all the most basic information? It was the first step in getting to know someone, and he completely skipped it all because he had a one-night stand with you. He knew how to make you cum and moan for more, but didn’t even know your favorite color.

“You know,” Jimin started, “I wasn’t going after her, I was just trying to be her friend.”

Jeongguk scoffed. “Yeah right, with all the flirting you do? Anyone could spot your interest from a mile away.”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed, “Then let me confirm your suspicions. You, now, have some competition, Jeongguk.” He pushed past the taller man, his shoulder bumping into Jeongguk’s as he made his way to the stairs.

“What happened to she’s a captive, Park?” Jeongguk shot back, turning to face the man.

“She’s a part of the team now, it’s fair game.” He replied before walking down the stairs.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk mumbled to himself. He thought he had the upper hand solely based on the intimacy you two shared. But now since Jimin confirmed his interest in you and knew things about you Jeongguk didn’t even think to ask, what if your interest wavers? What if you decide Jimin is the better fit? He just had to go open his stupid mouth. He didn’t want to think about the possibilities, he couldn’t if he wanted to make sure Namjoon had no clue. He shook his arms and legs as if to rid himself of the want to punch Jimin in his pretty face before continuing his path downstairs.

Once he reached the bottom of the steps, he heard a very familiar giggle. Jeongguk let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes as he prepared himself to encounter the most annoying person. As soon as he turned the corner and walked toward the kitchen, he heard a shrill squeal.

“JeonJeon!!” She squealed again as she ran over to Jeongguk.

He forced a smile, besides feeling her hands pinching at his cheeks. "Ms. Yong-Su—"

“Oh stop it!” She cut him off before playfully slapping his bare chest. “I told you to call me Solar so many years ago.” Her hands then instantly went back to his cheeks, “You make me feel so old JeonJeon!”

Taehyung and Jimin couldn’t help but snicker at the scene in front of them. Solar was the only one in the world who could call Jeongguk that, and he absolutely hated it. He didn’t want to disrespect the women, but it was just a horrid nickname. And it was all because she found out his birth name. Even though he goes by Kim since being adopted, Solar gets a hoot out of Jeon Jeongguk.

He should’ve shot Seokjin in the foot for showing her that.

After the proper assault on Jeongguk’s face, Solar returned to Seokjin’s aid with making breakfast. Jeongguk took a seat in between the giggling Jimin and Taehyung, promptly telling them to shut up as he sunk into his seat.

“Thanks for the warning,” Jeongguk mumbled to Jimin.

A smirk played on the blonde’s lips. “Well, I thought you knew since it seemed like you know everything.”

Jeongguk rolled his eyes as Namjoon finally joined, allowing everyone to sit down and enjoy breakfast while he gave out their assignments. Just as Jeongguk assumed, he was assigned to watch you today. After breakfast, Jeongguk started to gather everyone’s plates to clean up.

“Jeongguk,” Namjoon said just as he set the stack of plates down. The tone he used sent a chill down his spine. He glanced at his elder over his shoulder. “Join me in my office, please.” Please? Something was wrong. Namjoon rarely used the word 'please'. Maybe towards Seokjin and Hoseok, but never anyone younger than him. Jeongguk nodded before following the man to his office. He closed the door behind him as Namjoon sat at his desk.

“I heard some interesting sounds this morning,” he folded his hands neatly on his desk while looking up at his younger. Jeongguk instantly grew tense, already seeing the beginning of the end in his mind. “Care to explain?”

His blood ran cold. What was with everyone today? First Jimin, now Namjoon? Everyone seemed to be on to something, and he could’ve sworn he’s been careful — only having slip-ups when it came to Hoseok and Taehyung. Was he wrong? Was it possible they opened their mouth and told?

These were thoughts for another time. He could visibly see the patience running thin on Namjoon’s face. Keep it cool, he thought to himself.

He shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes glancing to a spot in Namjoon’s office that held a small plum tree. “Maybe it was from Jin’s room. Solar’s here and we both know how they get when they're together.”

Namjoon’s eyebrow quirked for a moment, only for him to nod his head afterward. He could vividly remember the many occurrences where he had to walk out of his room, butt-ass naked occasionally, to tell them to shut the fuck up. Solar is a screamer, and Seokjin seems to be an overachiever. But he knew Seokjin wasn’t here this morning because he was out getting Solar from the airport. So he just let out a sigh. Namjoon could use this to his advantage in the future. He leaned back in his chair before reaching into a drawer and pulling out a piece of paper. He placed it on the desk before sliding it out towards Jeongguk. “There’s a bounty out for her.”

Jeongguk’s eyes grew wide as he stepped forward, almost snatching the paper from him. His eyes hurriedly scanned over the black ink. In large, bold, letters was the word wanted, followed by a CCTV picture of you walking into what he could assume to be your building and a price underneath. “800,000 US dollars?! That’s a little over 1 billion won!” He looked at Namjoon who nodded. 1 billion just to deliver you to a specific address… “This can’t be real.”

He shrugged, leaning back in his chair again. “Someone really wants her.”

Jeongguk slowly put the paper down. His mind was working overtime, trying to figure out a reason why Namjoon shouldn't claim the money. You were useful — he knew so deep down in his gut. He just had to make sure Namjoon knew that. He grew quiet as his brows furrowed.

“This could solve our problems and then some,” Namjoon stated.

He was right, but a bounty of this amount couldn't mean good news for you. No way did this person just want you because they missed you or wanted to know you were safe. Say they handed you in, as soon as the people who made this bounty got what they needed from you, you were probably as good as dead. Namjoon thought the same of you, you were only worth the code in your head, but you deserved so much more.

“Do you think this is more than what’s in the safe?”

Namjoon’s brows furrowed. “1 billion won? You think her father would put that much away for her?”

“We don’t know what her father could’ve put away for her. It could be half a trillion.” Jeongguk watched as Namjoon’s facial expression relaxed, then grew tense again. He was deep in thought, pondering the other’s words. “Do you wanna take that risk for what could be less money?”

"Has she even hinted at anything about the safe?" He suddenly asked. Jeongguk became an icicle. "I know we agreed to do things your way, but nothing is coming from it."

“I just need to spend more time with her, that’s all. She needs to feel comfortable.” Jeongguk was slowly but surely prying you open. You were already comfortable to lay with him, so he just needed to get deeper. “She needs to feel like she’s needed here — like she’s part of the team.”

"But she isn't," Namjoon retorted. "She's useless and already caused trouble even though we agreed that she would be treated as one of us."

“You broke her fucking pinky yesterday and expect her to just drop the code to the safe right after?” Jeongguk scoffed. “You probably set us back ten steps just by doing that shit.”

Namjoon's eyes narrowed, glaring at the other over the lens of his glasses. "Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to me," he said sternly, sending a chill down Jeongguk's spine. He then leaned back into his chair. "She tried to run away and needed to be taught a lesson. Now every time she even thinks of doing something stupid like that, her pinky will twitch. Besides, she couldn't even get a fucking drug run down."

"Maybe that's not where her skills are! She's had everything handed to her her whole life, so stealing wouldn't be something she needed to learn. We know she could fight. We just need to apply her skills to the appropriate situations."Namjoon sighed deeply, taking his glasses off for a moment. He pinched his nose bridge between two fingers to delay the incoming headache. "Why don't we put her on the next mission?" Jeongguk suggested. "We've been scouting that house for weeks, and I just know she would be perfect."

Namjoon glanced at his younger. There was one quality Jeongguk seemed to possess that Namjoon could never grasp; hopefulness. Jeongguk always saw people’s potential rather than taking them as they were. Sometimes he’s right, Hoseok being the prime example, and he hasn’t been wrong until you. He put his glasses back on, “I’ll think about it. You’re dismissed.”

Jeongguk managed to suppress the smirk that wanted to grow on his face. Whenever Namjoon would say he'd think about something, it was practically a yes in disguise. He only said it to keep you on your toes and make you unsure, but Jeongguk knew his brother. He walked out of his office and headed back to the kitchen. After he finished cleaning up, he walked upstairs to his room. He quietly entered. He hoped you didn’t wake up and leave after realizing he wasn’t there. But a glance at his bed laid that fear to rest. He was glad you decided to stay, snuggled into his pillow with half of his blanket dangled over you. He made sure to lock his door before crawling into bed behind you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him before falling asleep again.

You shifted your position a little — changing from your stomach to your side, where your back pressed against Jeongguk’s chest again. Your body was trying to wake you up by making you toss and turn. But you fought it, forcing yourself to stay in your dreamland where a shirtless Jeongguk was riding horseback with an extra cheese pizza in hand. You felt his heavy arm thump across your waist, only taking you out of your precious dream for a second. You managed to return safely, finally getting comfortable…

“Ahh!~”

What the fuck?

One of your eyes shot open at the sound. Was that…? No. It was probably something from your dreams. Maybe Jeongguk stepped on a crab or something, causing such a high-pitched sound to come from him. In reality, the quiet snores from the man behind you confirmed the sound was definitely from your dreams. Silence fell over the room once again, prompting your eyes to close. You fell into slumber once again with ease.

“Oh my god!~” Your eyes shot open again. OK, that was definitely too high to be anywhere near Jeongguk’s voice. Is someone moaning right now? So loudly that you wouldn’t be surprised if they were getting banged right against the door. Who had the absolute audacity to do such a thing? They had to know other people lived in this house.

"Oh god, oh god... Jin!~" The high-pitched squeal caused a groan to part from your throat. Fucking Jin. For some reason, you pictured Hoseok or even Jimin having obnoxiously loud sex. Seokjin seemed too uptight to even gaze at a pair of boobs. Has it finally started? The inevitable downside of living with a group of men? Why wouldn't Seokjin wait until later to enjoy his sexual hobbies? It was 11 in the morning! The moans continued, growing louder at particular points before calming down for a second before starting up again. Jeongguk finally let out a guttural groan. He pulled the arm wrapped around your middle even closer as if it was possible.

"God, not again," he mumbled. His lips were by your ear, his breath gently ticking you. Jeongguk's morning voice was nothing to mess around with. You noticed it earlier when you first entered his room but were too encased in the thought of revenge to enjoy it. Now that you were relaxed, and your mind was empty, you could appreciate it in all of its glory. It was deep and gravelly, but it wasn't rough at all. His tone was still soft, dipped in sleepiness. After he released the grip on you, he turned onto his back and stretched out his limbs.

“Again?” You questioned as you turned to face him. “As in this happens often?” You room right next to the man, and since you’ve been here, it’s been nothing but silence.

He nodded his head as he hummed. “Solar’s here, so Jin is making up for the missed time.”

There was another obnoxiously loud moan that dragged out. The look you shared with Jeongguk was one of utter disgust. Seokjin was akin to an older brother to Jeongguk, so as happy as he was to know he was finally getting some, he was just as easily disgusted to hear the odd low grunt or moan coming from Seokjin. For you, hearing someone having intercourse always made you remarkably uncomfortable. Sure, it was a very human thing to do, and you participated in the activity yourself. But living by yourself, you didn't have to worry about hearing a roommate getting it on. It felt so wrong, so forbidden, so... dirty. It was an intimate act shared between two people, and hearing it made you feel like a third.

Jeongguk glanced at you, watching the slow wave of discomfort wash over your face. You looked stuck for a moment as if you were trying to drown out the noise with only your mind. "Come on," he said suddenly while getting up. He picked up your shirt from the floor and tossed it to you before picking up his own.

You caught the t-shirt and pushed yourself up. You tried drowning out the moans that seemed to be getting louder by the second with some conversation since just pretending it wasn’t there failed. “Where are we going?” You asked as you slid the oversized material on your body.

He did the same as he walked towards one of his windows. “Somewhere where we can’t hear this shit.” He opened his blinds, allowing sunlight to enter the incredibly dim room. He then opened his window and crawled through it. He looked at you, assuming he was standing on some part of the roof, outstretching an offering hand to you. “Come on.”

Come on, he said like he wasn't just asking you to crawl out of a window. You acted tough, walking towards him where you took his hand. You climbed onto the window-sill where your body began to give you away. You started to tremble as fear coursed through you. Now, you didn't necessarily have a fear of heights, it was when the chance of falling came into play. You hated the feeling of it, never knowing when the ground was going to come. Being suspended in midair as seconds felt like hours until you're untimely doom was horrid. As you gripped Jeongguk's hand for dear life, resulting in a quirked eyebrow from him, you were suddenly reminded of those coming-of-age movies. You know, the one where the teen sneaks out to see their significant other or go out with their friends where something life-changing happens? It felt like you were the star, and in front of you was your best friend who always had the worst ideas. You've always wondered what it was like to sneak out of a window, but now you could tell this was not for you. You never needed to do so anyway. Your father's home was heavily guarded as a teen, so sneaking out of a window was instant game over. You preferred picking locks, considering it was much easier to bribe some guards with doe eyes instead of running from attack dogs.

Jeongguk watched as you made each precise move. He chuckled softly, realizing this may have been your first time climbing out of a window. “Are you scared?” He asked.

“No!” You quickly shot back despite the death grip on his hand and the window sill. “I ain’t scared of anything,” you mumbled to yourself. After firmly placing your bare feet on the rough textured tile you glared up at the man. “See!” You gestured to your feet as if to prove your point to him, but you were proving it to yourself. It wasn’t as bad as you thought.

Jeongguk let out a laugh until he heard the quiet cracking of the tile beneath your feet. All at once, you were wrapped in that dreaded feeling. A squeal escaped your lips as you lost your balance. Lucky enough, Jeongguk was quick to act. He reached out and grabbed your arm, pulling you forward with more force than needed. Your body collided with his, and your arms wrapped around his torso tightly. You were panting heavily, trying to calm the quickened thuds of your heart as you heard the tile hit the ground below you. Adrenaline worked through your veins as you glanced down at what could’ve easily been you.

“I guess I should’ve told you to watch your step, huh?” Jeongguk said, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

Your eyes narrowed as you looked up at him. “You think?!” You took another glance at the tile on the floor. “I could’ve fucking died!”

A chuckle escapes his lips. With a hand placed firmly on your lower back, he used the other to close the window. “You’re so dramatic. If anything, you would’ve bruised something.”

“I could’ve broken a leg! Or an ankle!” Jeongguk laughed at you again, prompting an eye roll from you. “Oh haha, I’m glad you find my pain amusing.” Fed up with his cute giggles, you placed a hand on his chest and pushed at him. He stumbled back, freeing you of his grasp. “Get off of me,” you pouted. Jeongguk’s laughter died as he raised his hands in the air, showing his compliance with your demand. “Yeah, keep those hands where I can—”

Somehow, you lost your balance again. Your feet weren’t used to the slight curve of the tile. You let out another squeal as your arms wailed desperately in a circle, hoping to keep yourself from delaying the inevitable at this point. This was it. You were going to fall and hit the ground, cracking your skull open on the cement as you watched the world around you fade to black. And the last person you were going to see was Jeongguk. It was a bittersweet feeling. He wasn’t the first person you’d want to see before you die but wasn’t the last. Just as you were about to accept fate, Jeongguk came to the rescue. He grabbed the material of your shirt this time before yanking you toward him once again. Your arms wrapped around his body just as tightly as you shut your eyes.

Jeongguk could feel you trembling again. Your little hands gripped onto as much of his shirt as you could, trying to anchor yourself to him. “It’s alright,” he cooed as he stroked your hair. “I got you.” Suddenly, something inside of you shifted. Your heart was no longer thudding from nearly falling to your doom, but now a different type of falling. You squeezed his shirt in your hands as your face hid in his chest. You started feeling a little more at ease with him being so gentle.

“Fuck you,” you mumbled. It was a self-defense mechanism. You felt small, and you didn’t like feeling that way. It was scary feeling yourself grow this comfortable with someone who may have had ill intentions at a point.

“That could be arranged.” You could practically hear the smirk on his lips.

“Ugh, shut up. You’re so gross.”

“That’s not what you said this morning.”

Your eyes suddenly opened wide with shock as you finally looked up at the man. “Jeongguk!” All he did was offer you a cheeky grin. The happiness spread from his system to yours, forcing you to suppress the smile that desperately wanted to form.

“You know you like it,” he said confidently while winking at you.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the singular butterfly that fluttered in your stomach. He was so annoying, making you feel these things. “So are we actually gonna go somewhere or was your plan just to stand on the roof?”

“We are going somewhere,” he stated, “but that all depends on if you’re good to walk.”

“I am!” You answered quickly, but you slowly released your grip on him. You didn’t dare to take a step away from him, considering what happened the last two times.

Once you let go of Jeongguk, he turned you around and guided you along the rooftop. You went at an unhurried pace. His hand was secured to your waist, just for safe measures. Each step you took was deliberate and cautious. The feeling of Jeongguk’s hand did help your confidence quite a bit. He stopped walking, causing you to stop as well. He turned you around to face him before lifting you with ease. You climbed onto a separate portion of the roof, crawling on your hands and knees until you reached a section far from the edge. You sat down, and Jeongguk joined you soon after. He laid down next to you while letting out an enormous sigh of relief.

You sat next to him, enjoying the quietness for a moment. There were normal sounds such as birds chirping and some cars passing by. It was a beautiful morning, sunny and warm, so there were bound to be people out. Neighbors had their conversation, and kids played in their respective yards, unaware of what happened in a house a few hundred feet away from them. How could they feel OK with others beating people up and kidnapping them in a wholesome neighborhood? At least your dad had the common courtesy to commit his atrocities on a private acre of land.

“You grew up here?” You asked as you glanced over your shoulder at the man.

Despite his eyes being closed as he took in the warm sun, Jeongguk shook his head as he answered, “No.” He opened one of his eyes, peeking at you briefly before closing them again. “We moved here a couple of years ago. This place is cheaper to keep up compared to my childhood home.”

“Ah, I see… Have you always lived with so many people?” Having such a full house was odd to you. For years, there were three people maximum in your home. You never had to wait for a bathroom to be available or have someone around at all times. Privacy seemed scarce, and even when you thought you had some, someone was always there a few rooms away.

Jeongguk shook his head again. “Nah, it was me and Namjoon for a while, like most of my teen years, then we started acquiring more people.”

“Wow, you guys must be close friends.”

“Brothers,” he corrected nonchalantly.

“Brothers?!” You looked at Jeongguk, who peeked at you through one eye again before nodding. You stared at his face while trying to picture Namjoon’s layered on top of it. Brothers? Was there some miniature resemblance that you missed?

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your perplexed expression. He gave it a minute, letting you work through your thoughts before finally chiming in. “I’m adopted.”

"Ooooh," you drawled out as you nodded. "That makes sense." You returned your gaze ahead of you before sitting in silence once again.

Jeongguk noticed the quiet falling between the two of you, deciding that maybe this would be the perfect moment to get to know you. He opened his eyes and sat up. "Where did you grow up?"

You blinked a couple of times before glancing back at the man. It was a little weird for him to suddenly ask questions about your life, especially since you'd been hanging out for almost a week. What was with the sudden interest? Nonetheless, you didn’t want to leave him hanging.

“Um, by an ocean. My room had the most incredible view of the sea,” a small smile formed on your lips as you began to remember. “Every night I would watch the sunset. It was my favorite. But we had to move.”

“Oh? How come?”

Your smile slowly faded as the last time you saw your mother's face flashed before your eyes — trapped underneath a car, smiling despite the tears staining her dirt-covered cheeks. Her smile was still a beacon of light even in the worst situation. Tears started to brim your eyes before quickly wiping them away. "Family issues," you said vaguely.

Jeongguk noticed how your energy changed, feeling a deep sadness radiating from you. He knew whatever happened was more severe than just some family issues, but he decided not to push it. It wasn’t the right time to share your trauma.

“What’s your favorite color?” He asked, desperate to keep the conversation going in some way.

You sniffled as you glanced back at him, letting out a small chuckle. “What?”

“What’s your favorite color? I’m pretty sure everyone has one.”

“What’s yours?”

“I don’t have one,” he said with a shrug.

You stared at him for a moment, and he stared back at you, mirroring your expression. A few seconds passed before you erupted into laughter. You attempted to cover your mouth with your hand as a smile cracked on Jeongguk’s lips. He felt a growing warmth in his heart as he watches you laugh so hard that tears form in your eyes again. The only kind of tears he would ever want to see in your eyes. As you calmed down, you looked at him with your wide smile lingering.

“It’s lilac,” you sniffle as you wipe the remaining tears from your eyes. “Or any kind of pastel color.”

“Lilac,” Jeongguk repeats, almost absentmindedly. His smile broaden just a bit as he tilted his head to the side. He swore he’s never seen anything as beautiful as you — how the sun hit the highest points of your skin and how your hair blew in the wind. He would never grow tired of looking at you. “Pretty, just like you.”

You stared at him before laughing again, reaching out to push him playfully, a poor attempt to mask the warmth flooding your cheeks. “You’re so dumb.”

That definitely should’ve been an insult, but the grin on your lips made him think otherwise. Your tone was sweet, almost filled with tenderness, which was nothing like when Namjoon would use that exact sentence. To be called dumb by you, with that smile, was the greatest form of praise he could ever hear.

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes before returning to his original position. He placed his hands behind his head as he stared up at the sky. “I’m dumb but you still hang out with me.”

"That's because you're my favorite kind of dumb," you said as you lay next to him.

“Oh yeah?” He scoffed. “And what kind of dumb is that?”

"The kind where you make me laugh until I cry," you beamed as you turned your head to look at him. You watched him shake his head despite the smile on his lips. You also looked up at the sky, watching as the clouds peacefully drifted against the endless blue.

“I have another question for you,” he said.

“What? Is it what’s my favorite food?”

“I— What?” He stuttered for a moment, chuckling softly. “I mean yeah, I guess that too.”

"It's chicken tenders." He let out a laugh. "Hey, get really drunk one night and tell me some chicken tenders and fries don't hit!"

“Alright, I’ll take your word for it. But, um,” Jeongguk cleared his throat for a second. Things have calmed down a lot since yesterday, and being out here with you was so much fun. He didn’t want to ruin the mood, but he was curious. He had to know for himself. “Why did you try to run away?”

You went silent for a moment, not expecting such a serious question. “I still feel like a captive,” you admitted. “I know the only reason why I'm here and not dead is that you guys need the code to the safe. You need me alive, or you get no money. I’m not dumb.”

Jeongguk nodded his head. At least you knew why Namjoon still had you alive. “How do you feel like a captive?”

“You guys literally take turns watching me just in case I try to escape. Like I—”

“But you did try to escape,” he said with furrowed brows. “You proved that you did need someone to stay with you just for that reason.” You fell silent again. Being here wasn’t ideal, of course, but you just took ten steps back from gaining their trust. “And if I’m being honest, what you call a plan of escape was pretty stupid.” Your eyes went wide as you turned your head to look at his side profile. “I mean honestly, where were you going to go?”

“Shut up,” you said with a glare. “I was in the moment. I didn’t think Hobi was going to hit me.” You almost cringed at the feeling of his nickname leaving your lips. To be fair, you never thought Hoseok had any combat training, to begin with. He was always so nice to you, with what seemed to be a permanent smile. He may have joked around with you yesterday, teasing you about your crush on Jeongguk, but it still felt a little forced.

“You’re not good at escaping, are you?”

Your brows furrowed, and your nose scrunched as you sat up. "That's because I've never been caught! I wasn't taught how to escape because I was taught to make sure I'm never in that predicament! You guys just got lucky."

“Oh, that’s what you’re calling it? What if you’re just not as badass as you seem to be?” He asked calmly, glancing over at you. Jeongguk was curious as to why the well-known mafia princess hasn’t busted her way out of this place yet or hadn’t had her endless amount of followers come to her rescue. Besides the bounty, it’s like you disappeared off the face of the map. Was no one looking for you?

“I’m not a badass?”

You watched as he sat up, resting his arms on his propped-up legs. “Let’s see, you got kidnapped by a ‘nobody’ gang, and had two unsuccessful escape attempts. So I'm thinking that no, you’re not as badass as you try so hard to be.”

Your tongue briefly poked at the inside of your cheeks before looking at the sky again. You nodded your head. Did you agree with him? Absolutely not. He watched you before letting out a chuckle. Jeongguk could see you were getting frustrated, it was all over your face. He may have let his button-pushing tendencies get ahold of him. "So that's it? No pushback?"

"I'm not fighting you because I have nothing to prove to you." You shrugged before leaning back into your elbows. "You said what you said and I'm gonna let you have it." You were confident that the only reason why you were here in the first place was due to over-exhaustion. The night they kidnapped you, you were already past your physical limits. Fighting three guards, plus Hongjoong, then getting choked out? Someone could've blown on you, and you would've passed out. But that was beside the point. Being here was like a vacation almost. A heavily guarded vacation, but it was nothing you weren't used to. You're staying because you want to and not because of the responsibilities you have to face as soon as you go back.

Jeongguk raised an eyebrow slightly. He wasn’t going to admit that this confidence was a turn-on. So he scoffed, “Sounds pussy to me.”

Your eye twitched before looking at him. You completely forgot what an asshole he can be.“You just love riling me up, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” he said with a stupid smile on his lips as he stretched the word out. “You do this cute little nose scrunch, and sometimes you make a little fist with your hands. So cute and small.”

You groaned, looking away from him as the heat stained your cheeks. Him and that stupid smile. The same stupid smile that made your heart flutter like some lovesick high schooler. “Fuck you,” you muttered. It was sad that was your only line of defense whenever your heart was in control. Stupid thing hardly knew the difference between right and wrong before things were too late.

You felt Jeongguk’s chest press against your shoulder as he lay next to you. He placed his finger on your cheek before turning your head towards him. He smirked as he looked down at you, his fingers cupping your chin while his thumb rested against your lower lip. “Like I said earlier,” he leaned in as his voice lowered to a whisper, “that could be arranged.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then started a trail down to your neck.

The feeling of his lips trailing over your skin left you in shambles. It was a shame your angry exterior so effortlessly diminished into nothing but tiny giggles. How could you fold so quickly when it came to him? “On the roof?!”

“I mean,” he mumbled against your skin before pulling away to look at you. “If you’re kinky,” he wiggled his brows before returning to your neck.

You let out a squeal as you laughed. “Oh my god, get off of me!” After a few more kisses on your neck, he pulled away. The both of you giggled as you looked at each other, seeing a fondness in his eyes that made you flutter. “I hope you know you’re still an asshole.”

“Oh, I know,” he grinned, his thumb caressing your cheek, “but you like it.” Before you could answer, he leaned down and kissed your lips. You inhaled deeply, all further rebuttals erased from your mind as you melted into him. He placed his hand on your waist and pulled you into him as your hand rested on the side of his face. Why did being here, at this moment, feel so right?

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Supercharged | JJK

Chapter 1: the Light Dies

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🗲summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens? 🗲this chapter: He’s the hero. Unfortunately for you, you’re not the villain.

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader 🗲word count: 6.6k 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, superheroes/villains au, it’s sorta like a mafia au but they have superpowers lmao 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: violence with superpowers, minor character death, attempted murder, injury, loss of consciousness

a/n: I have to say thank you to @casuallyimagining and @bluewhale52 for betaing this chapter, although this might come as a surprise to them since that was maybe 3 years ago now?😅I'm really not sure how much my writing had changed since then, but you guys can be the judge of that as the future chapters unfold! In the meantime, enjoy! If you want more supercharged in your life, you can also search my supercharged tag to find some musings, rambling, gifsets and visuals etc that inspired me and kept me going while I lost my mind over this story!

Lastly, I present the supercharged playlist✨ I had a lot of fun making this – several songs align with plot events, while some of them are there for the title, the vibe, or even a single line! Feel free to guess which are which or come and chat with me about it👀

An ear-splitting roar was barely contained behind shuddering steel doors. Just down the corridor, your fingers still clicked away, unperturbed, at your keyboard.

Tapping your foot, you looked impatiently up at the clock as another thunderous bellow assaulted the air. If the full-length windows weren’t reinforced by your boss, Kuyang’s own design, they would be rattling in their frames.

Blowing to rid your face of a strand of hair, you returned to your work, not even sparing a glance towards the source of the racket. It was only around half an hour until you could leave work for the weekend.

Finishing your task, you turned to filing the correspondence on your desk as a few yells carried through the air, mingled with the monster’s uproar. Bills and business deals the lot of them, you tucked them away in their respective places to be dealt with next week – only to stop on the very last one. How many times had the postman ignored the very clear sign for no newspapers?

You supposed the city felt the need to remind everyone that there was some semblance of central control – not really of much concern in a workplace such as yours, mind. Glancing across the front page, you realised why. You didn’t have a tv at home, but you would have to live under a rock not to recognise your city’s most celebrated superhero. Bolt, the media’s beloved, had claimed another victory against some crazy start-up trying to build their own bombs downtown.

The hero’s blue-masked face grinned confidently up at you from the desk, while police led what looked to be two scruffy teenagers into the back of their van. But Bolt’s vivid presence eclipsed them in his suit that matched his bright eyes.

Not bothering to read further, you pushed the paper into the waste bin at the end of the table.

Just as you were tucking away the final bits of paper, your boss emerged, wiping his brow on a cloth that looked as dirty as his face. Smiling pleasantly despite his ruffled state, you rotated on your chair to face him.

“Frank’s all good and sleepy now,” he said, “if you could get him sent up to the chamber.”

“Sure,” you nodded, already getting up and straightening your jacket.

With nothing more than a weary nod of appreciation, he left for his private laboratory. This was through a series more armoured doors, to which only you and a small number of lab workers knew the codes.

He was a scientist. And you were sure he was unhinged, but the job paid well, so that was all you concerned yourself with.

In fact, you had got very lucky. You had been surprised when such a good position had become available and quickly given to someone as ill-qualified as you, with no references to give. But your lack of connections seemed of no concern, and here you were, finally making ends meet and no longer in fear of being turned out of your run-down apartment at the edge of town.

So you did your job as well as you could, worrying yourself over nothing except pleasing the odd man that was Kuyang.

Even so, it was still a little daunting each time you had to come face-to-face with one of his experiments.

Reaching the steel doors that had not long ago been seriously threatening their hinges, you took a breath. Holding your thumb over a scanner by the door, you plastered a confident smile on your face as you walked inside.

Affectionately dubbed ‘Frank’, a great lump of teeth and dark furry flesh several times bigger than you was sleeping in a pod at the centre of the room. Surrounding this were multitudes of screens showing graphs and readings you couldn’t hope to understand.

At the edges of the room, a smattering of other workers were slumped against the stainless steel lab walls, almost as rumpled as their boss had been.

A hulking guard, Taeyeon, stood near the entrance, and you quietly confirmed with her that Frank was under and secure. Nodding, you gestured to Taeyeon’s team, another man and woman with the same uniform and intimidating stature.

Together, you assembled in front of the tank that held Frank, Taeyeon typing authorisation into one of the computers. The others locked down the external doors, just in case.

Though it was a familiar sight by now, the opening of the pod always prompted you to run through your training. If you hadn’t read it in the documents you dealt with, you would not have known Frank was also known as Necrus X, a new prototype Kuyang was working on, although you could not imagine what for.

Kuyang had been sure to tell you how to knock out the creature if it ever came to it, though. There was a spot behind his ear, which was more of a ridge at the side of his enormous head.

With the pod open, a panel rose from the floor, taking Frank rotating upwards. You caught sight of the patch behind its ear, zeroing in on it. Just in case.

The smooth expanse of ceiling split then, a hole revealing itself as the roof shrunk away into the walls, leaving a clear path for Frank to rise to the next floor, where he was stored.

As effortlessly as the ceiling retreating, a smooth steel staircase emerged from the walls. You and Taeyeon climbed it, spiralling around the edges of the circular space until you drew level with Frank, now snoring on the upper floor. Here, the space was wide open like an empty art gallery, half the walls comprised of expansive windows, no lab equipment to be seen.

The floor closed up beneath you both and you walked around Frank, opening a secret panel in the wall. As before, you raised your thumb to a blank scanner – but got no further.

A deafening smash sent you crouching to the ground in panic. Livid blue painted all the walls in the space as shattered glass skidded across the floor.

You had thought that glass to be unbreakable. At least that was the intention. But when you turned, you were forced to believe your ears: the central panel of glass was completely blown in, all the others down the row cracked from the force.

At the same moment the glass had shattered, you could suddenly hear what before had been hidden behind soundproofing. Outside, there were shouts, screams, car horns and alarms blaring from every angle – and above all, sirens. Sirens wailing through the air like disembodied banshees, descending, apparently, on your building.

Shuffling along the floor, you peered past the sleeping mass that was Frank in front of you. Walking across the room was a man in a tight blue suit, the same hue crackling in the air around his hands.

Bolt.

Mind short-circuiting, you were frozen. What should you do?

What was Bolt doing here? Was there some kind of threat? The image of him should have brought you relief, even though you knew nothing of what the danger was, but you hesitated.

Only having the presence of mind to shrink back silently behind Frank, you looked between the beast and the control panel you had abandoned. But you had no more chance to move before a fearsome crack ripped through the air, another flash of blue, sending the hairs on your arms bolting upright.

Spinning back to face Frank, you were met with a thump. A body, falling onto the floor.

Though she was mostly obscured by Frank’s sleeping form, you stared in unbelieving horror at Taeyeon where she lay, unmoving. Breath accelerating in your throat, you moved at last, scooting yourself back and away. Closer to the wall.

First you lunged to sound the alarm, mounted inside the wall panel, which instantly lit the room up in throbbing red, blaring loud enough to drown out the sirens outside. Then your hand was fumbling across the scanner. You had to get Frank locked away.

The walls of the pod which safely contained Frank overnight began to descend, much too slowly for your liking. Whirling to face the room, your heart seized in your chest when the imposing figure of Bolt, now shaded purple by the red light, met your eyes.

A glance up at the descending walls. They were halfway to the ground by now, but you still had to enter the code to lock them down.

Bolt yelled for you to stop, barely audible over the dizzying noise of the warning siren.

As he strode towards you, you could only watch, pressing yourself desperately against the wall as if it could swallow you up.

Bright light cut through the imposing red as the heavy door at the opposite end of the room was thrown open. Bolt stopped, both of you turning to see Kuyang enter. His hair was still sticking up from earlier, a strange expression on his face that you hadn’t seen before.

Paying no mind to the maniacal smile that had no place on Kuyang’s face, you took the moment of distraction to scramble for the code lock.

Without a sound, the gap between the floor and Frank’s pod closed, and your fingers were already leaping to action, typing the numbers behind your back at lightning speed.

Kuyang was running now, a direct path towards Bolt. But Bolt turned back towards you.

You were nearly done, but his hand was raising towards you…

In a split second, your fingertip met the final key of the code. Almost instantly, it was ripped away as shocking blue light cut through the air. You felt the impact before you could even notice that it was aimed at you.

Hitting you square in the chest, white hot pain scorched through your every nerve as your body was flung backwards, powerless as a ragdoll sailing through the air. The collision with the cracked window behind was almost lost on you. More intense pain was writhing its way down each limb, making you cry out, uncaring about the rain-spattered wind that whipped about your face now.

But you could see shards of glass as they fell along with you, like daggers aimed at the ground.

Biting wind rushed in your ears, the sound crashing over you like waves. And just as a pan sizzles down off the heat, the ferocious attack of pain seemed to reduce just as fast as it had invaded you.

Your heartbeat was the loudest thing, booming over the insistent web of sirens and whistling air.

Breathing choppily, you screwed your eyes nearly closed, suddenly aware of the tempest around you as you fell. Above, the already darkening winter night was illuminated with flashes of that awful blue.

You were falling.

It hit you then, as if you hadn’t been falling all this time. But it was only now that your senses caught up with themselves. You worked on a very high floor of the skyscraper, but as you were tossed around in the air, you saw the ground rapidly approaching.

A horror gripped your chest like nothing you had ever felt before.

Below you, and rushing towards you at terrifying speed, a skip sat surrounded by heaps of trash on the street. Unable to think, you could only shield your face with your hands, stretched out in front of you as if to stop the inevitable collision.

Though your eyes fell closed, you felt the jerk that flung your whole body backwards.

That wasn’t what you had expected.

Eyes snapping open in confusion, you found your vision lit with blue. In front of your face, blue light was shooting from your palms, pushing you up and away from the ground.

Your mouth fell open. Gaping in shock, you did nothing as the light died and you slowed again in the air.

Though you began falling much slower this time, you barely had time to notice your surroundings – much nearer the ground – before you were plummeting again, and this time nothing could stop you.

Your eyes weren’t even open when you felt your body slide off something. Not a second later, you were crumpling onto hard concrete which grazed your cheek.

You groaned.

It was dark. High above, any flashes of light didn’t reach you here, having landed in a thin alley beside the building. And though this shielded you from the commotion on the main streets out front, sirens still pierced the air, each one feeling like a stab to your head.

You clutched it as you maneuvered to sit. It took you a few tries, groping for a wall or something to lean against as you regained your balance.

Eyes cracking open, you waited patiently for the dark splotches to dispel before looking around.

Right next to you was a car which blocked you from view of the road beyond this alley. Evident from the dent that caved in its bonnet, that was what you had landed on.

Turning your head, you had to squint even more as light assaulted your sensitive eyes.

Among a blazing light, you could make out the vague shapes of rubbish bags and an overflowing skip that you recognised. Out of these, a vibrant fire was now burning. The correlation was too strong for you to ignore.

Breath shallow, you turned your horrified gaze to your hands.

They had done this… but how? They looked totally normal now.

Frowning, you brought them up closer to your face, so that your nose was practically buried in your palms.

No difference.

You were sure you hadn’t imagined that blue light which saved you earlier. Was there a way to make it come back?

While you were puzzling, you lowered your hands again, still staring intently as you rotated them in your lap.

Then, quick as a blink, a blue flash darted from them again. So fast, in fact, that you had no time to react before one of the bolts was fired directly into your opposite arm.

Snatching it away reflexively, you hissed in pain as a burning sensation crawled, tingling, over your skin there.

Despite the pain, the blue light didn't cease shooting from your hands. They tingled, a strangely uncomfortable sensation. It was as if something warm was wriggling its way up your veins and spilling from your fingertips.

“Stop! Stop!” you whispered in panic.

You turned them outwards, aiming away from you, but if they kept at it for much longer you were sure to draw attention.

Moving your hands around jerkily, the beams of light shook along with you, but did not go out. With each unsuccessful movement, panic made you more frantic until the glowing rays jerked erratically around the small space.

Straying too far, the light came into contact with a post at the alley’s entrance. You could only watch, helpless, as light like blue snakes skittered up it and latched around the wires it supported.

To your relief, the strange current seemed to have found an outlet, and only remained a second longer before cutting out. You were left blinking in the relative darkness. Panting heavily, you stared down at your hands, although you did not bring them too close anymore.

Once again, they appeared utterly innocent. There was nothing to suggest they had just channelled lightning through them.

Suddenly, the world plunged into darkness. The fire still burned at the other end of the alley, or you would have been left totally blind. In the building behind you, in the street, all the lights had gone out.

Almost instantly following the blackout, screaming rose again in the air.

Gulping, your eyes travelled to the blackened post at the corner, which you had accidentally electrocuted.

This was bad. Your head was spinning, both from your short, hard fall and from the whirlwind of events that had happened in what could only have been minutes. Surrounded by darkness, with the wail of the city and a fire for company, you could only see one course of action.

Run.

You had to get away from here. It wasn’t safe. You had little idea where was safe, but you couldn’t be here anymore.

It wasn’t like you had anyone to call who would care enough to come and pick you up. Nor did you have the money to try a hospital, though you felt as if you may need it.

But especially with electricity shooting from your hands at the drop of a hat, it probably wasn’t best to be anywhere around people.

The dizziness from your unfortunate landing on the car had worn off while you were sitting, but the world swayed anew the moment you made to stand. Pushing determinedly against the wall, you struggled on anyway, brand new dark spots in your vision offset by the brightness of the fire you walked towards.

This end of the alleyway led out through smaller streets, away from the city centre and furore of sirens.

On reaching the opening, you cautiously assessed the road stretching away either side. Empty. And if there was anyone there, they wouldn’t see you in this darkness.

Shoving your hands beneath your armpits on some misguided hope of keeping them from causing problems, you lowered your head and ran. It was more of a jog, considering everything, but you still moved as quickly as you could beneath the dead streetlamps.

Head throbbing more with movement, you stumbled a few times as you went. The pavement tilted around you.

You had made it a few roads before you felt that awful tingling in your arms again. It itched, like something fighting its way out of your skin.

Nausea rolled in the pit of your stomach. This couldn’t be real.

Slowing down and stopping beneath a signpost, you drew your shaking hands out in front of you. The world careened on its axis, revolving around the sight of your palms as a faint blue glow grew in them.

You were going to throw up, you were sure of it.

You wanted it to stop.

A few flickers of blue darted down the veins in your wrist. Towards your fingertips. Sparks leapt from them, small tendrils of lightning crackling between your fingers like webbing.

At last, you gave in to the rising horror mixed with a sick feeling. The floor’s spinning became too much, your hands turning to a bright blur in the centre of your vision.

You passed out on the spot.

Lights were turning on again around the city. Television sets flickering back to life to announce Bolt’s victory against the beast that had attacked earlier that evening.

But not on the street where you still lay.

The return of light only reached neighbouring roads, dim glow snuffed out before it could penetrate the middle of this street. A white-haired young man stepped forwards, but his face was totally obscured in darkness.

“Here,” he spoke to the silence.

The next moment, a deep red glowed in the middle of the road, though it brought little light. The red bounced off a signpost before it was gone, replaced by another man, seemingly from nowhere.

The newest arrival stood there, looking down at your figure, unconscious by the sign. Then he disappeared again, leaving total darkness behind as if he had never been there at all.

A few more moments passed, you and the hidden man the only beings on the dark road.

Not very long after, a car’s engine rumbled and sputtered into earshot. The bright beam of headlights rounded the corner, growing larger and shedding light on your form as it drew closer.

Pulling up next to you, the engine died along with the lights. Two doors opened and slammed shut.

As two pairs of feet stepped nearer to join the one remaining beside you, the streetlamp directly overhead began to glow. The faint glimmer grew until it illuminated the scene. Still no other lights joined it, leaving the small group of you lit up as if by spotlight.

“It’s her?”

The man crouching beside you asked the question without looking up, and the shadowed man answered.

“Pretty sure.”

“She’s breathing?”

“Yes.”

The crouching man hummed. Moving to kneel instead, his eyes roved over your somewhat battered face, dark hair obscuring his own.

“Namjoon?” he asked then, turning to the other man from the car. It was the same man who had momentarily appeared in the street earlier.

Taking his cue, the tall man, Namjoon, walked forwards and bent to lift your hands by the wrists. In just moments he was placing them carefully back, nodding.

“No doubt.”

“Okay then.”

“Can she travel, Jin?”

“Give me a moment.”

Producing a small object, he pressed a button and a small light sprung from the end. Carefully lifting one of your eyelids, he shone the light into it, observing like a doctor.

The first you became aware of was the far away sound of voices being quietly exchanged. But with the cloudiness in your head, identifying them didn’t seem very urgent. You were preoccupied with the swirling feeling that made the world swim around you, even though it was dark.

But as dim awareness was returning to you, the process of regaining your senses was violently accelerated as a blinding light was thrust into your vision.

You flinched, and as Jin pulled away he saw you blink, eyelids screwing shut in protest. His eyebrows raised in slight concern as he watched your first groggy movements.

Blinking around at the dimly lit figures over you, your eyes widened. The nearest man held the illuminated light stick. Was he a doctor?

Next, your eyes darted to the tall man standing behind him. You recognised neither.

Some strange feeling told you someone else was standing there too, but when you looked to your other side you were faced with nothing but empty shadow.

“Can you sit?”

The first man’s question was gentle, his hands ready to support you.

Nodding timidly, you heaved yourself up with his help. It embarrassed you to be panting after just that much movement.

“What happened?” came the next question.

As you replayed the events, you avoided their eyes. You could not let them know what happened, what you had become. They were helping you, and yet you might hurt them-

Fists clenching subconsciously, you stuttered in panic.

“I-I can’t pay,” you told them, but before you could say more a new voice was speaking. The standing man stepped forwards, his voice calm and surprisingly friendly.

“There’s no need to pay. We can help you. Can you tell us what happened?”

“I don’t, uh, I-I-“

His eyes travelled towards your hands, which you were trying to tuck behind you.

“You gained powers, didn’t you?”

You froze.

“I have them too,” he smiled, “I know what it’s like to be scared. But you can work with this and learn to control them. I’m Namjoon, and this is Jin. We’ve been through this before, we can help you.”

At your sides, your hands relaxed. Tension lifted from your tightly hunched shoulders. Wordless, you looked between the men who were watching you, ready to move, but only on your word.

Swallowing, a light frown creased your brow.

“What do you want-”

Namjoon’s smile dimmed into something kinder.

“At least let us check you over.”

Your hands fretted together. It was strange, you couldn’t feel anything there. Surely they should feel different? How would you know if these… powers, Namjoon had said, were to come back?

“You won’t hurt us, don’t worry,” he seemed to anticipate your thoughts as he watched you, “we can protect ourselves.”

“You were unconscious,” Jin spoke, drawing your perplexed gaze back to him, “did you hit your head?”

You blinked, but found yourself answering.

“I think so.”

Nodding, Jin shuffled at your side. He leaned a bit closer.

“I need to shine this light in your eyes again. You may have a concussion.”

Complying, you sat through the eye-watering brightness. He asked you things, like a doctor would, except he was working in the middle of an empty street in the middle of the night.

“Do you feel dizzy?”

“I did. I think still, a little.”

“Any nausea?”

“Yeah… but maybe because of the…” you gestured to your hands.

Jin sat back, taking the light with him. Namjoon shot you a sympathetic smile at that. You supposed he had been through the same thing, from the sounds of it.

Jin looked up at Namjoon.

“It looks pretty rough. Definitely a concussion, and she needs patching up, but in the long run she’ll be fine.”

“I-I’m serious,” you interjected, “I don’t have the money for hospital…”

Your voice faltered. You half thought of asking to just go home, but you were hardly sure of even making it there by yourself. And if you got there, then what? The prospect of burning down the place with these errant powers didn’t fill you with comfort.

“Good thing we’re not going to bring you there, then,” Namjoon said, “but I meant it when I said we could help. We can take you home, if you want… but you can stay with us, too.”

You stared at him wordlessly. Was it crazy that you were considering this?

“Just for a bit, if you need,” Jin added softly, “it’s just… now might not be the smartest time to be alone.”

You chewed your cheek. But your head was pounding too much to think very hard, and this seemed like the most straightforward option. The people in this city kept surprising you, after your first stroke of luck with Kuyang's generosity.

“Sure…” you spoke quietly, not quite able to look them in the eyes, “yes please.”

“Okay,” Namjoon took it in stride, “but let’s get moving.”

“Just one moment – we should wrap that.”

Gesturing towards your arm, Jin stood and went back to the car. On his return, he knelt again and began to secure cling film around the angry red blotch blistering your skin, where you had caught yourself with your own beam.

“We’ll sort it out properly when we get back,” he told you, “but Namjoon’s right, we should be going.”

You followed his gaze which seemed to dart up and down the street. However, nothing was there.

Jin helped you stand, still looking around. Sure enough, the dizziness from before hadn’t quite left you yet. Biting down on your lip, you focussed hard on getting the short distance to the car. You were led to the passenger seat and crumpled gratefully into it.

But just as Jin closed the door, you felt an uncomfortable prickling clutch your forearms again. Namjoon slid into the back seat in time to hear your gasp, noticing the way your fingers flexed in panic. Digging in his pockets, he produced a pair of thin black gloves and held them out to you just as the first trickles of blue appeared in your veins again. He watched with a studious frown as you pushed your hands into the gloves.

“Those will help,” he said, still looking at your wrists, “they can contain the powers. But you shouldn’t keep them on for too long.”

Jin was seating himself in the driver’s side as you frowned over at Namjoon. At first you had been relieved to have a solution to your erratic lightning problem, but that was ripped away at his last addition.

“Why not? It will keep you safe,” you questioned, but kept your voice quiet.

“Don’t worry, we’re more than capable of handling anything you could throw at us,” he laughed, “but you can keep them on in here. Best not to bottle up your powers forever, though.”

Resigned, you turned back to face front. The moment Jin stepped on the gas, all the lights in the road sparked to life at once. Startled, you blinked, looking around. On the pavement you were just pulling away from, a man was walking away, unidentifiable behind a hoodie.

Slumping back in your seat, you breathed a short, dry laugh. This mysterious happening was just the latest in this crazy night. You had no choice but to accept it.

The car ride was fairly short, but you were too tired and distracted to take in exactly where you were going. Streets seemed to blur together, aware only that you were heading out of town.

The itching in your arms had persisted for a while, but as promised, the gloves seemed to work. No fiery blue burst out of your palms, and, eventually, whatever it was decided to give it up, subsiding again by the time the car pulled up.

But no one got out yet. Jin had stopped at the end of a small road, big enough for only one vehicle, directly facing an expanse of crumbling and graffitied brick.

Curiosity woke you up from your daze, and you watched as Jin reached to tap something on his dashboard. Almost instantly, a groaning reached your ears from over the whirring of the engine. The wall ahead shook before shifting, sliding sideways until it tucked itself behind a dented dustbin, unveiling a space beyond.

Leaving you little more time to wonder, Jin started the car again and you rolled downwards through a plain, dark entrance. It reminded you of those multi-storey car parks formed with ugly blocks of concrete. It was considerably smaller than those, however, Jin pullingup into a space alongside about a dozen other vehicles, beyond which the place seemed entirely deserted.

Jin came around to open your door, but you were able to stand by yourself. It was still a bit of a struggle, your limbs sluggish and the world dull around you – although that may have just been the low underground light.

Namjoon led you, Jin staying close by your side. Blinking at the space as you moved through it, your eyes traced over the various car roofs, some cleaner than others. A larger four-by-four was particularly beaten up, with a large crease in one of the metal wheel arches.

Your eyes rested longest on what was probably the most pristine: a motorbike, at first hidden by the cars either side of it.

Soon enough, you were past them. Stopping as Namjoon did, you watched him expectantly. However, he did not turn around, instead standing face-to-face with a plain concrete wall. Except… now a low rumble announced the movement of a panel which slid away, revealing a wide doorway which had previously blended seamlessly with the flat wall.

Your eyebrows raised at the touch that was reminiscent of Kuyang’s lab. Without time for you to dwell on this, your small group moved up a dingy staircase that lay beyond the doorway.

At the top, you emerged into a new space, notably lighter than before. You assumed you were back on ground level, perhaps above. It was hard to be sure, disoriented as you still were in the whirlwind that had overtaken your day.

Bizarrely, the space appeared to be someone’s home. There was a large and coffee-stained table surrounded by mismatching chairs, a kitchen behind it littered with mugs and pot plants. Still, beyond the lived-in array of things lying around, it was big. You imagined it must be miles more expensive than the shoddy apartment you stayed in.

It was open plan, and you followed Namjoon past the dining table towards an area filled with two enormous sofas.

The back of a blond head was visible over the sofa, and now the person turned towards you.

“Guys!” a loud exclamation rang out as he leapt up. A dazzling smile spread across his mouth.

When his eyes fell on you, wincing at his sudden volume, the smile dimmed a little.

“Not so loud, Hope-ah,” Jin spoke gently from behind you.

“Sorry,” he dipped his head, smile remaining on his lips.

Jin’s hands came lightly to your back, steering you over to a sofa. As you sunk into it with relief, the blond man sat across from you, tilting his head to catch your eye.

“I’m Hope,” he smiled, “I’m glad we found you. You’ll be right in no time!”

Frowning, you couldn’t help but notice his eyes flicking over the damage on your face. Averting your gaze, you chewed your lip absently.

What did he mean? I’m glad we found you…

Had they been looking for you? You still weren’t sure if it was a lucky coincidence they found you, but perhaps it was something more.

The lingering ache in your head forced you to push the issue away. You missed Namjoon’s stern look at Hoseok as he hovered behind your seat.

Jin pulled a pack from a cupboard and set it beside you. You let him lift your arm and unwrap the burn, your unfocussed eyes dragging across the room while he applied something cold over it. Next came stinging, scattered over your face as he wiped at the small cuts and grazes with an apologetic grimace you barely saw.

You only forced the world back into focus when someone else entered your sight. Emerging from behind you, a gentle, friendly smile was directed your way from a man with pale pink hair. Swallowing, you never managed to smile back before he was turning away.

The pink-haired man reached a hand out to someone you couldn’t see. Another man appeared, walking towards him, but he never looked at you. Or if he did, it was obscured behind the black hair that fell to his eyes.

The two new people left towards the kitchen, though not without another smile from the pink one.

Who were all these people?

Frowning after them, you were interrupted by a clap on the shoulder from Jin.

“We’ll talk more in the morning. You need to rest.”

Looking around, you had half a mind to protest, but were overruled by the shakiness taking over your frame. Body too fatigued to allow you much say, you meekly followed Jin.

Beyond the living space, a thinner corridor led away, several closed doors along its walls.

Further you went, until a door just ahead opened. Another person walked out.

When he stopped to face you, his posture remained stiff. Tall and muscular, he was clad all in black except for a towel slung over his shoulder. Damp hair fell messily around his head. But you had little time to take this in, as his eyes fixed themselves fiercely on yours, rendering you unable to look away.

Mouth remaining in a hard line, his expression only twitched further into a frown.

Then his gaze flicked abruptly away, travelling to Jin just beyond you.

“Kook-“

Jin never got further than that before the man strode forwards, marching sharply past you and away with a scowl. Turning after him in surprise, you watched his tense shoulders disappear behind Namjoon, who you hadn’t noticed hovering.

Namjoon stared sternly after him, but the man seemed to avoid his gaze.

Jin sighed, sending an apologetic glance at you.

“That’s just Jungkook,” Namjoon spoke, ushering you all further along the hallway, “don’t pay him any attention.”

“Why was…”

You trailed off, unsure of what exactly to ask. Neither of them made an attempt to answer.

You had no idea a wordless encounter could leech so much hostility into the atmosphere. Picturing Jungkook’s glowering face, you blindly followed the others through a different door.

“You can sleep in here.”

“Hm?”

Shaking yourself, you looked around the new room. There wasn’t much to see. Beside a low bed, there was a mirror, a wooden closet and nothing more. Looking up, you didn’t even find a light in the ceiling. The only light leaked through from the hallway.

Clearly reading your gaping mouth and furrowing brow, Namjoon moved in front of you.

“Don’t worry, this is just a place to sleep, nothing more. But since you’re going to have to take those gloves off, we can’t have you in a space with any electricals.”

Stepping back defensively, your fingers pressed tightly together. Having the gloves on had let you almost imagine that nothing life-changing had happened. Like gaining unpredictable powers, for instance.

Namjoon watched patiently, holding out a hand.

“You don’t need them…”

He realised he had never asked your name, and let his sentence trail expectantly. Telling him your name, he relaxed into a smile.

“You don’t need them, Y/N,” he repeated, not that you believed him for a second, “you’ll be perfectly safe. And so will we.”

Only the yearning to collapse onto the bed persuaded you to hand over the gloves. The instant they were in his hand, you swore you could feel a shock go up your arm. Immediately tense again, your breathing became shallower, with no idea how to try and stop power shooting from your hands any moment.

But Namjoon and Jin seemed content. Before you could gather your thoughts, they had left, closing the door and drenching your room in near total darkness.

Stumbling to the bed and virtually falling into it, you wiped sweating palms against the fabric. Your mouth was dry with fear.

This couldn’t have happened.

Alone for the first time since your initial panic, it didn’t take long for your mind to wrap itself in circles again. Only hours ago, you had been sitting happily in your bright office, going through the motions…

One split-second decision from a powerful man had changed that.

You knew full well he had intended for you to die. But he was Bolt...

He had probably forgotten about it already. The guard he sent lifeless to the floor, the secretary he threw from the building.

Itching feeling returning, you swallowed desperately and raised your hands. Sure enough, against the darkness, blue pierced your vision, darting its way up-

Turning your face away, you flinched as the outburst came. Your eyes screwed shut, you pressed your cheek into fabric, not wanting to see the deathly lightning that shot through the room. Shuddering breaths broke into your lungs when at last it subsided.

Letting them fall, limp, to your sides, your hands fisted the covers tightly.

You were almost afraid to open your eyes, knowing it would only show you the empty room, confirmation that this was real. You were dangerous, shut in a safe room where you could hurt no one. Would you ever get out? Succeed in controlling this, like Namjoon had said?

With no idea where you were, barely any idea who the people here were, you wanted to block it out. But even with your eyes closed, you couldn’t escape.

The memory of Jungkook’s suspicious face made your heart sink. Perhaps people should be afraid of you, now. As much as you may want to, there was no getting away from this.

Pushing yourself to sit, you surveyed the room. Eyes accustomed to the blackness a little more, you could make out vague shapes. Your breath fell alone in the silence. This really was the safest place you could be right now, even if it was a nightmare.

As your head turned, you suddenly came level with your eyes in the mirror, and a shock of light.

For an extended moment, you could only stare.

Then all at once you were rushing forwards, tripping from the end of the bed. Bracing your arms against the wall either side of the mirror, you gaped at your reflection.

As you watched, an angular bolt of blue shot across your irises, which were already dimly glowing.

You gulped against the thick feeling crawling up your throat. Faced with this, you could no longer have any hope of denying it.

This was really happening.

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Weekly Jungkook Fanfic Recs:

Some fine JK fics for your reading pleasure. Please show your appreciation to all the wonderful authors :) Gravity Check: This really wasn’t what you’d had in mind when you’d agreed to spend a weekend in the arse end of nowhere. You don’t even really know the bride that well, for Christ’s sake, but here you are stood amongst a group of her very best ‘gal pals’ with a poorly concealed look of horror on your face as the young woman in front bounces on the balls of her feet, petite frame brimming over with enthusiasm. https://gimmesumsuga.tumblr.com/post/171775180603/gravity-check By It's Cover: The one where Jungkook makes a horrifically bad first impression. https://gimmesumsuga.tumblr.com/post/178121026378/by-its-cover-m Hand-On-Learning: You have - most inconveniently - become obsessed with your dissertation partner’s hands. In an effort to relieve some stress about it, you begin sending texts to your best friend detailing - explicitly - what you want those hands to do to you. Perhaps you should have checked the number a bit more carefully. https://ladyartemesia.tumblr.com/post/619327581330784256/hands-on-learning Once Upon A Bracelet: You were born to nothing, but your powerful craft caught the eye of a charming prince. However, his distinctly un-charming younger brother challenged your betrothal and is routinely challenging you. Jeon Jungkook is (probably) a former necromancer and (definitely) the wrong prince… But the bracelets tell a different story. https://ladyartemesia.tumblr.com/post/646287201408352256/once-upon-a-bracelet Freak-Quency: Rockstar au. https://gukslut.tumblr.com/post/190127844851/freak-quency-m-jjk Boots: Rockstar au. Established relationship. https://gukslut.tumblr.com/post/613752356101816320/this-is-a-companion-piece-to-freak-quency-but-can Koopid: The sight of his shit-eating grin leaves Namjoon with a prickle of hot frustration that hurts when the video rolls to an end, with no flashy end credits or promotion. Just a black screen with his own idiot reflection staring back at him. Pornstar au. https://gwoongi.tumblr.com/post/184496918409/%F0%9D%97%84%F0%9D%97%88%F0%9D%97%88%F0%9D%97%89%F0%9D%97%82%F0%9D%96%BD-jeongguk-ft-namjoon Lana: This position is particularly ambiguous; your face is almost gone, only slightly in frame, with the lens zoomed further into your ass and Jeongguk’s thighs, his ass there but moving as he leans for the lube across the bed. If he wanted, Jimin could pretend the figure beneath Jeongguk was a boy- could be him, if he wanted. He does not want. https://gwoongi.tumblr.com/post/184658542171/%F0%9D%97%85%F0%9D%96%BA%F0%9D%97%87%F0%9D%96%BA-jeongguk-ft-jimin The Art Of Revenge: Sometimes, getting even can be hot. https://archiveofourown.org/works/47776474 Crimson Park: Mafia au. https://heartbeatan.tumblr.com/post/188847613935/crimson-park-return-to-desperado-series-return-to

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Collateral 🗡️ 17 - Making someone cry is a side-effect of being in love, I'm afraid

Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.

But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

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🗡️ Yoongi x Female Reader x Namjoon, Jungkook x Female Reader 🗡️ word count: 15.6k 🗡️ mafia au, strangers to lovers, graphic violence, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit 21+

🗡️ chapter warnings: excessive drinking to numb/forget; so much fucking tension lolol; Hwasa (yes, that is the warning); new nickname for the bingo card (doll/dollface); Jeongguk is a flirty little shit & he got his eyebrow and lip pierced; mc learns to dance; use of "whore" (not derogatory but also kind of derogatory); smoking weed; mc confessing to "going all ways" (sorry straight readers, but i don't know how to not write a queer mc); mc has some complicated feelings and is doing her best; Jeongguk sometimes says the wrong thing but he is also doing his best; a healthy amount of crying; mention of dead moms; discussion of drug use & addiction; inexplicit discussion of sex (sorry lads, the smut is in the second half. it's worth the wait!!!)

🗡️ note: this chapter spans about three weeks, and there is no clear definition of time in between some scenes because mc is just kind of...dealing with the passage of time in her own way. so if it seems kind of disjointed, that is because it is meant to. also, as you may have seen, this chapter wound up being 30k words, so i have broken it in two parts and beefed up some of the scenes. i intend to post chapter 18 very, very soon. ok i love you, enjoy!

🗡️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin!

🗡️ posted on june 2023 | read on ao3

You love Yoongi; there is no question about it.

Despite the hurt and confusion and pain, one thing that you are certain about, above all else, is that you love him.

And that is why you drink.

You drink to numb the myriad feelings. You drink to pass the time. You drink to forget. With a twinkling haze of intoxication, loud club beats, and bright lights, you drink, and drink, and drink.

Jimin caves instantly on his insistence to not teach you how to dance, and you realize that he is not only a brilliant dancer, but that he seems to really enjoy having someone around to join him. Behind Paradise is a ballet studio that he owns and rents out to instructors. When he has free time, he goes there to practice in front of the wall of mirrors while some sultry melody plays on an old-fashioned boombox in the corner.

Sometimes he throws on a hip-hop beat and does experimental moves with his body, contorting his limbs in square, jarring movements. Other times he drifts gracefully through the space to ballet pieces, muttering about Tchaikovski, Prokofiev, and other names of long-dead men that you struggle to pronounce. He is always magnificent—a true artist of his craft.

It takes no time at all to become a friendly face at Paradise. Within just a few nights, the cocktail waitresses, dancers, bartenders, and regulars all seem happy to greet you. Jimin has introduced you to everyone as dove, a nickname you quickly warm up to, which is what everyone there calls you.

Everyone, that is, except the new bar manager, Jeon Jeongguk.

At Paradise, under the flashy red, purple, and fuchsia lights, he calls you dollface, or doll for short. And at first, you fucking hate it; the words stick like bile to your tongue, heavy and tacky.

But the more he struts over with his black satin shirt unbuttoned just a little too low, hair slicked back, standing too close with his sticky-sweet whiskey breath and muttering shit like, "Looking gorgeous tonight, doll," you begin to warm up to it a little.

"What happened to buttercup?" you teased the first time he tried the new nickname, and he rolled his eyes, chewing on a piece of pink bubblegum wide-mouthed like an adorable a fucking cow as he said, "That was the old me, dollface; I'm not the same person I was yesterday."

It should come as no surprise that Jeongguk is really beginning to grow on you. Now that he works the bar and you see him a lot more often, his attitude is much softer. He still teases you, and at times, it makes your fucking blood boil, but there is a softness to his gaze, especially when his smile stretches wide, that makes your tummy do a backflip whenever his presence lingers.

All of this is extra dangerous in your current situation because the last thing you need while on sabbatical from both of the men who you continue to be in some unnamed but deeply romantic relationship with, is Jeon Jeongguk making you feel giddy. Try as you might to convince yourself that your feelings are purely a product of your loneliness, you know that is untrue; your feelings for Jeongguk had already begun to sprout, and, as time goes on, they continue to grow.

You are also finding yourself charmed by Jeongguk's second-in-command, a wisp of a woman with a wide smile and even wider hips named Ahn Hyejin—stage name Hwasa. Hyejin is tiny, barely standing taller than Jeongguk's shoulder with her sharp stiletto heels on. But she commands a room, voice booming and deep when she needs it to be, making all the dancers do exactly as she says.

Although you are surrounded by beauty in a place like Paradise, nobody steals your attention like Hyejin. Her beautiful diamond-shaped face is always made up with sharp black eyeliner and bright red lipstick. With wide, dark brown eyes that pierce into your soul, all it takes is one pointed smirk, and you are practically melting to her feet. She is always dressed a little revealing, showing enough skin that your eyes continuously trail back to her, just to get another glance.

You understand why men wage wars over love and lust. Hyejin is living proof of why so many sonnets and classic literature pieces are steeped in maniacal desperation over a woman some lonely man saw at a passing glance one time.

Hyejin was once a dancer, too, but she worked her way into a management position, and all the family men who come to the bar treat her like a sister, including Jeongguk, who only reluctantly calls her Hyejin-noona because she is two years older than him and likes to insist on the nickname.

She teases Jimin at times, too, being several months older than he is, and she uses it to her advantage when she wants him to do something for her. Jimin always grumbles, rolling his eyes while fulfilling her requests to make the stages and dress rooms better for the dancers, but he does everything out of love for her, and for his dancers, and he is grateful to have her on his management team, giving him advice on how to improve.

Hyejin is, in a word, amazing.

"I see the way you look at her," Jimin teases you tonight the moment she walks in sporting a red one-piece latex bodysuit with long sleeves and a deep v-collar, putting her thighs on glorious display. She wears matching red thigh-high boots, and her long, dark brown hair falls past her shoulders in waves.

Although you turn your head in the direction of Jimin's voice, your eyes stay on Hyejin as she struts over to the bar where Jeongguk is leaning forward on his elbows, getting his attention by draping herself over him and slamming her hip against his side.

"Hmm?" you finally ask when seeing the two of them standing side-by-side has your cheeks feeling entirely too warm, though it still takes a few stray seconds to pull your gaze to Jimin.

He has one perfectly manicured eyebrow raised, and he tongues the inside of his cheek, making you feel even more embarrassed. You are only human…what does he expect from you?

Tonight, Jimin wears silver shimmer on his eyes, with his brown hair styled off his forehead. His black satin button-up is undone to the center of his chest, and it is tucked into very tight, fitted black slacks, styled with black boots.

Everyone at Paradise is honestly so breathtaking; it is no wonder the place brings in so many high-rollers willing to spend top dollar. Although you are determined to keep Jimin as a friend only—not that he has ever shown signs of wanting more from you—you still find yourself stunned by his beauty.

"Gonna start calling you fawn instead of dove," Jimin teases, and you snicker at the wordplay, unwilling or able to deny you have been fawning over Hyejin since the moment you met her.

"I need a pet name bingo card," you tease, scrunching your nose to feign annoyance, despite finding it cute.

You smell a familiar perfume—bright floral and lightly fruity—dance softly in the air before you feel an arm sling around your waist, and you take a fortifying breath before turning to find Hyejin's beaming red smile inches from your face.

"Hey, dove," she greets in a deep, sultry tone that makes every little hair on your body stand up.

"Hey, Hyejin," you respond as your cheeks become hot.

"What are you up to tonight?" she asks, giving your waist a squeeze before sliding her arm away but staying just as close. "Practicing any more of your dance moves?"

You giggle and shake your head, feeling nervous about talking to her, of all people, about dancing. Once Jimin let it slip that he was showing you floor moves, both Hyejin and Jeongguk began hounding you for a demonstration.

"Ahhhh, probably not," you respond, sounding just as awkward as you feel. "I was planning on sitting here tonight and drinking all of Jimin's expensive whiskey for free."

Hyejin pouts and it sends your heart haywire, making you nearly cave. "I want to see your moves," she says in a sweet, baby voice that has you floundering for words—deciding that you would probably do anything to satisfy her.

"Maybe once I feel more confident," you respond demurely, nibbling on your bottom lip.

This seems to satisfy her, and she winks as she says, "Looking forward to it," before walking off to the dressing rooms to check on her dancers.

"Holy shit," you mutter under your breath once she is gone, catching your breath as if you had just run a marathon.

Jimin scoffs, teasing you as he says, "You are such a whore," and you laugh with him, rubbing your palms over your face. The effect that she has on you must be as obvious to her as it is to everyone else, and the prospect of that makes you nervous.

You have begun to dress a little nicer when you visit Paradise, starting from the first night Hyejn was introduced to you—wearing the more casual designer dresses that Jimin graciously brought from your room at the mansion, and letting him do your hair and makeup. She always gets a little too close when you have your cleavage showing, so you have been displaying it more and more lately.

"She's just so pretty," you complain as if it is an inconvenience, making Jimin laugh anymore.

"Careful, doll," Jeongguk's voice speaks way too close to your right ear, causing you to gasp and flinch, turning in the direction of the sound. "Keep flirting with her and it might make me jealous."

You scoff and lean away from Jeongguk, who only crowds closer, teasing you with a grin. Recently, Jeongguk has gotten his eyebrow and lip pierced, both on the right side—your left—and he keeps his hair cut short with a sharp, dark undercut. Today, his hair is styled in a swoop over his forehead, and his delicate, floral musky scent is dizzying the closer he gets.

Since working at Paradise, Jeongguk has begun to dress a little differently, and you find yourself unable to keep from sneaking glances at the slivers of skin he kept hidden behind buttons and t-shirts before. He continues to don his standard all-black attire, but he has also switched to satin, much like Jimin. His shirts are always unbuttoned to the center of his toned chest with no undershirt, and tonight he has several silver chains of various lengths and widths cascading from his neck.

"I wouldn't dream of it," you tease as you take a step away from Jeongguk and spin on your toes, toward the bar. A sexy R&B song plays loudly, and you swish your hips to the rhythm, knowing without having to glance back that he is watching you.

And although you tell yourself that you should not enjoy his attention so much—or anyone's attention, for that matter—you revel in the thrill it gives you. Yoongi and Namjoon have both encouraged you to pursue him, anyway…surely they wouldn't mind if you have a little innocent fun. After all, you have no idea when you may see the two of them again.

Nights at Jimin's house are lonely. His mansion is huge and empty, and you prefer not to spend much time there by yourself, which means you tend to be at Paradise from late evening to mid-morning most nights. At first, you thought your sleep schedule would adjust and you would become a night owl just like Jimin and Jeongguk, but as the days wear on, you find yourself exhausted, floating through a realm of half-wakefulness. The drinking likely does not help.

But what other choice do you have? Despite the deep ache behind your ribs, it feels too soon to return to Namjoon. During a brief phone call shortly after returning from Paris, he mentioned Yoongi was in the countryside at a facility to help him get past the first three weeks of withdrawal.

From time to time, you find yourself wondering how long it has been since you returned from Paris. It could have been weeks, but it could have been days; you have been disinterested in keeping track, finding the tangible passage of time too painful to confront. You figure the time will come when they are both ready to return to you and not a moment sooner; no use dwelling on it.

On the nights when all you wish to do is let go and forget, you either sit at the center stage and watch the strip shows with a drink in hand, or you head to the upper-level VIP section of the club and dance by the railings. When you are feeling outgoing, you find a group of drunk, friendly women by the back bar to become single-use friends with for the night and dance until bar close.

Back when you first moved into the mansion, Paradise was apparently a dance club with a brothel beneath, just like Serendipity. But during the weeks leading up to your Paris trip, Jimin had been working on getting the space remodeled—hence why you had not seen him around much, for a while. There still is a dancefloor, but it is rather compact near the back bar; not too many people come to Paradise just to dance.

The main room now consists of three stages—two smaller ones on either side of the room, and one large stage in the center, all equipped with a spinning poll. Everything is made up of dark wood, black leather, and chrome.

Beneath Paradise, there are still brothel rooms, but it is a very hush-hush affair that not too many patrons seem aware of. A patron can book any of the dancers for a private strip show and lap dance in a back room, but anything explicitly sexual is kept strictly to the lower level, and unless someone knows how to ask for it, they will get removed from the premises in a heartbeat.

Jimin oversees all Paradise operations, but his main focus is on the activities that take place underground. Jeongguk and Hyejin oversee everything on the main floors, including the strip stages, the back bar and dancefloor, and the VIP bar upstairs, which is more or less just a mezzanine with a bar and booths that cost a pretty penny to use.

Paradise is your oyster, and you more or less have free reign to do anything you would like.

During the nights when you do not feel like drinking, you go to the dance studio. Sometimes, Jimin goes along to let off some steam, either before he needs to run things at Paradise, or when he has a break in his duties. Other times, you go alone.

You have been getting a hang of moving your body in ways Jimin has shown you, and in new ways that you are discovering on your own. And although you are nowhere near as flexible or fluid as he is, you are surprised by how your body can bend and move and stretch when you allow it patience and grace to learn how. You get why he, and the other dancers at Paradise, take so much pride in their craft. To the patron, it may just seem like stripping and ass-shaking for some loose notes, but to them, and to you, it truly is an art form.

On nights when you dance, the loneliness is not at all quelled, and you find yourself spacing out often and getting lost in your thoughts. But the more you move and let out all of your pent-up energy, the lighter the loneliness seems to feel. Some nights you are able to relax and feel at peace, rolling and stretching your body without a care in the world. It gives you hope that there truly may be a light at the end of this tunnel, no matter how long it takes for you to reach it.

"Hey, pretty," a familiar sultry voice purrs, giving you goosebumps.

It is some unknown night in the middle of the week, and you left a group of bachelorettes by the back bar to step outside and smoke a joint. It is rare that anyone is out here, and you are surprised to find Hyejin, of all people, leaning against the brick wall in this quiet, employees-only escape tucked away in a dark alley. This spot is nestled behind a tall fence, past which is a set of dumpsters and a narrow path out to the main roads.

Hyejin is beautiful as always, wearing a black long-sleeve crop top shirt and high-waisted short shorts, under which black garters stick out and are clipped to black thigh-high socks. Her hair is pulled back into a bun, slicked on the sides, and as she approaches, her mary jane heels clack against the pavement.

"Hyejin," you mutter, swallowing thickly and abandoning the joint you had forgotten to light, cradling it in your fist. "Didn't realize you would be out here."

Tonight, she wears a nude lipstick rather than the red you have grown accustomed to, and her smile is not quite as warm. As she approaches, you are greeted by her lightly fruity, floral perfume.

"Stepped out for a breather," she sighs, eyes falling to your hand before they meet your gaze. With a raise of her eyebrows, she adds, "Mind if I help you smoke that?"

Your brain has to reboot before you lift your hand to inspect its contents, and you remember what you came outside for, chuckling as you hold out the joint and lighter to her and say, "Of course. You can hit greens."

Every once in a while, Hyejin will smile shyly. She has a practiced shy smile that she uses on Jimin, Jeongguk, and plenty of her customers—honed to perfection to get just what she wants. But this one is soft and delicate, filling her beautifully golden-tawny-toned cheeks with a deep red blush.

As she unfurls the soft smile that opens into a toothy grin, she reaches out both slender manicured hands and takes your offering, gently scratching her long, painted-black fingernails against your palms. The sensation sends a shiver through you, and you giggle, squeezing your hands shut before opening them again.

"That tickles," you admit when she looks curiously, laughing softly at you.

"You're easily ticklish, hmm?" she mutters with the joint cradled between her lips, then flicks on the lighter, giving her face a beautiful golden glow while igniting the tip and sucking in.

Hyejin takes a slow inhale followed by a sharp one, then holds her breath and passes the joint to you. When she lets out an exhale, smoke plumes in front of her, and you take a nice, big hit and hold it in, just the same.

The smoke is warm in your lungs and licks at your senses. As you breathe it out, you feel a small sense of release, letting your shoulders drop and your body relax.

When you turn to hand the joint back to Hyejin, she is standing much closer, leaning on the sliver of brick wall between you and the closed back door. You instinctively take a step back but rotate so that you are facing her, with barely any space between you. This time, when she smiles, her eyes have the sparkle that you are used to, but there is still an unmissable hint of sadness swirling in their deep umber depths.

"You know, you can always talk to me if you need someone," she offers unprompted as she takes a hit and hands the joint back.

You nod and mull it over, unsure where you would even begin. You have no idea what Hyejin knows about your situation, and although you think you can trust her, there is a part of you that is unsure whether you really want to talk about it, especially right now.

"Thank you," you say before taking a hit and holding it in. Hyejin turns her head to blow the smoke away from your face, then she reaches out one hand and gently rubs her fingertips over your wrist, snaking them into the sleeve of your black denim jacket and sending a tingling warmth into your bloodstream.

You turn your head to exhale, then hold up the joint, asking, "More?"

"I'm good right now," she responds softly, and you move your hand away from her inviting touch to pinch the lit end off onto the ground. In your pocket is a small plastic tube into which you slide the joint, placing a little plastic cap over the end so that its smell does not stick to your clothing, and then you return your arm to its spot and allow her fingers to resume exploring your wrist and hand.

"I appreciate the offer," you try, hearing the way your voice trembles as the weed settles over you and fills you with a heavy-weightless warmth, buzzing in a deep thrum that tenses and relaxes and relaxes and relaxes. Sheepishly, with a giggle, you add, "I don't…really know where to begin."

Hyejin's hand sides into yours, palm against palm, fingers wrapping and holding on tight.

"That's okay," she responds with a disarming smile. "I just wanted to offer, just in case. I know you have Jimin and Jeongguk, too."

At this, you laugh and sink further against the brick wall, tilting your head to rest against the scratchy, unwelcoming surface. "I do have them…for better or worse."

Hyejin laughs in understanding, then she rolls her eyes and says, "Jeongguk is so possessive; I thought the two of you were dating when you first started coming around."

"Oh?" you respond, a bit surprised by this news. Admittedly, when you first began coming to Paradise, you thought there was something going on between the two of them. It took a couple nights to realize that the way Hyejin hangs off of and pouts at her manager is all an act. "We're…not…" you begin, trailing off, unsure what to say.

"He clearly has feelings for you, regardless," she adds, and you search her face and fidget in place. Hyejin seems genuine and sweet, but you are so used to women in this line of work having ulterior motives and using kindness as a tool to gain information and an upper hand. But that does not seem to be what she is doing, and you let out the breath that had gotten trapped in your lungs and nod, chuckling lightly.

"Yeah," you admit, feeling your cheeks warm. "He…certainly does."

"Oh my god," Hyejin teases, squeezing your hand until you look at her wide, beaming smile. "You like him too, don't you?"

Try as you might to shake your head and mutter, "No," she mirrors the movement, laughing and practically shouting, "Yes, you definitely do! You are a terrible liar, dove!"

"It's…complicated," you mutter, squeezing your eyes shut with embarrassment.

A sweet giggle flits through the air like a flutter of butterflies, and you open your eyes to find Hyejin regarding you with the sweetest smile.

"I won't judge you," she assures, giving your hand another squeeze. "I don't know a lot about your relationship, but Jimin has mentioned you are dating two men, which…honestly, sounds like a dream come true."

Your heart seizes a bit around the word dating, and you swallow thickly and nod, unwilling to go down that path. Nothing has ever been established, despite your confessions of love and the huge, expensive fake-engagement ring that sits in your dark, empty bedroom. Sometimes, if you allow yourself to dwell on it, both the distance and time spent away from them make you worry that things may have an end date that is sooner than you expect.

But none of this is pertinent enough information to share at a time like this, so you smile as convincingly as you can while saying, "It has its perks."

Hyejin returns your smile and closes the already meager space between the two of you to press a kiss against your cheek. Her mouth is soft and warm, and you let your eyes flutter closed, smiling from the smell of bluebells and apple that fills your senses. As she pulls her lips back, she stays close, cradling your chin with her hand while opening her mouth to continue speaking. However, the back door flies open, cutting off what she was going to say.

The sight of Jeongguk looking around the corner makes you gasp and back up, kicking up a flurry of feelings in your chest. Despite nothing happening between you and Hyejn, this feels like too precarious of a position to be caught in suddenly. Daresay, it may appear somewhat intimate.

Jeongguk's expression is wide and shocked, but it quickly melts to intrigue. He steps outside and approaches, slinging an arm over both your shoulder and Hyejin's.

"Well, what have we here?" he asks with a tone that is far too gleeful for anyone's good.

"I was just telling our dove that I am here if she needs anything, and then I gave her a kiss on the cheek," Hyejin says, turning to Jeongguk and standing on her toes to plant her lips against his jaw.

Jeongguk looks affronted and gasps as she says, "There, now nobody is left out."

"Listen, I'm not here to break up whatever is going on between my favorite girls." Jeongguk says, gaze on you as he raises an eyebrow and adds, "I just didn't know our doll swings both ways."

Feeling indignant and a little claustrophobic, you shrug away from Jeongguk's arm and give his shoulder a shove.

"For your information, I go…all ways…" you mutter with a grimace, trailing off because you do not owe him an explanation. Labels for sexual orientation may work for some, but they have never been your thing; you like people for people, and it is as simple as that. Defensive, you add, "But she was just giving me a friendly little kiss on the cheek, so it doesn't matter."

Jeongguk grunts unconvincingly, then leans in close to say, "But a kiss between friends can easily spiral into something more, can it not?"

With that, Jeongguk takes a step back, leaving you standing shell-shocked and ready to smack him. Jeongguk winks and says, "Hyejin-noona, when you're ready, I have some things I wanna go over with for tonight," then he walks inside.

Hyejin holds out her elbow, asking, "Shall we?" and you lift a hand to slide against her soft skin, allowing her to lead the way.

Once you are back inside, the bachelorette group is still at the back bar, drunker and louder than when you left them, and you wave Hyejin and Jeongguk off as you walk over and allow the women to pull you into their chaotic little group for shots.

You wake up late in the evening with a hangover after hanging with the bachelorette group the night and morning before, taking shot after shot of overly sweet liquor that was far too strong for its own good. It feels like it has been ages since you have felt so awful, and the thought of having even a drop more of alcohol makes your stomach churn.

So, tonight, rather than go to Paradise, you decide to visit the dance studio to practice the floor moves Jimin has been teaching you. Although you are still certain you have no desire to dance at the club, practicing the moves has been cathartic. And it helps you slow down on drinking. Being a lush for a while has definitely been one way to handle your myriad tumultuous emotions, but the hangovers are too frequent, and after what you felt earlier today, you are eager to change your ways.

Dancing also makes you feel sexy. You enjoy watching the way your body can curve and flex, bending and swaying in ways you had never really attempted before. Tonight you alternate between taking moves slowly on the floor, facing away from the mirrors, before attempting to add speed and flow to them while watching your reflection.

With the cassette mixtape that Jimin has scribbled Whore Mix onto playing through the boombox, you stretch on a dark purple yoga mat that sits in the center of the floor while a sultry voice sings and raps over a beat that begs your hips to move, with the mirrors to your left and the studio door behind you.

The approaching click-clack of boots against the wooden floor that greets you does not strike you as odd at first; you have grown accustomed to Jimin and his affinity for boots. So you continue practicing without turning to greet him.

Anchored back on your elbows, sitting on the mat on your left hip, with both legs bent, you stretch your right leg straight and fan it out at an angle lifted in front of you. In the same fluid motion, you lift your left leg, creating a v-shape in the air. Then you curl your legs in, trying to perfect the graceful movement that Jimin is so good at, twisting until you are on your right hip.

Only when clapping echoes through the room do you realize that the boots had stopped moving and that the tell-tale frenetic energy Jimin always brings to the studio is missing. You turn with a gasp and find Jeongguk standing in the center of the room, wearing his standard all-black. His button-up is undone enough to show a dip of his chest, as always, with no shirt underneath, and it is tucked into black slacks that are so fitted, the material strains against his thighs when he shifts from one foot to the other.

"My, my," Jeongguk teases, approaching before squatting beside you. "What have I walked in on?"

Instinctively, you lean away, feeling warmth flood your cheeks. You sit wearing a tight purple sports bra and very tight, very short black athletic shorts, making you self-conscious to be met with such a hungry stare, especially knowing that he had been watching you, just now.

"Jeongguk," you mutter, having to clear your throat to get more sound out. "What are you doing here?"

"I was coming to see if Jimin was here. Wanted to run a few things by him."

You nod, feeling like a fish out of water with how your mouth hangs open. Jeongguk's cologne is stronger than usual and a little different tonight—musky and floral with hints of spice—and you find it incredibly intoxicating.

"But what I found is far more enticing," Jeongguk continues with a smirk.

Silence falls between you, and you feel your hands prickle with sweat. All you can think about is that kiss in Hong Kong and the chemistry you found in his lips—how delicately he asserted control but never pushed or pulled too much, causing you to unravel in moments. You want to feel that again—want to feel him again—so much that it seems like a bad idea for you to be left alone with him, like this. Flirting in the club, with people around, is one thing, but here, alone, seems dangerous.

Jeongguk stands, and you let out a heavy breath, then swallow a lump, feeling relief wash over you at the thought of him leaving. But then he walks over to the corner, to where some black chairs are shoved together, and he grabs one. Anxiety washes over you when he begins to bring the chair over, boot heels echoing loudly against the floor as he places it beside you and has a seat. He spreads his legs and leans forward, resting his wrists against his knees, tattooed hands so close you could reach out to him.

With his lips tugged into a sharp grin, he says, "Let me see that move again."

You must look as stunned as you feel, blinking up at him, because he chuckles and raises his pierced eyebrow, clearly amused by your lack of response.

"Come on, dollface," Jeongguk teases, leaning even closer and dropping his voice far too low for comfort. "Don't be shy."

Even as nervous as you are under his piercing stare, you like the attention he gives you. But continuing what was started between you without Yoongi or Namjoon present feels wrong, and it stirs up guilt and shame, starting in your tummy and working its way to your throat. You want to show Jeongguk your moves and crawl to him, grind your hips over his lap until he calls you noona and begs you for more. But not here. Not like this.

Luckily, the click-clack that actually belongs to Jimin's boots storms down the hallway and into the room, giving you an out.

"I told you to meet me in my office," Jimin complains, approaching with his hands on his hips, one balled into a fist that holds onto a manilla envelope. "Why did you come here? To bother her?"

"I must have misread the text," Jeongguk responds, eyes still on you while they glimmer mischievously before turning his attention to Jimin. "Office…dance studio…same thing."

Jimin lunges forward and slaps the envelope against the back of Jeongguk's head, saying, "Not the same thing, and you know it!" before shoving the document into his hands.

You watch somewhat stunned as Jeongguk's mouth falls agape, and he chuckles. Then, as he begins to open and read through the contents of the folder, you take your leave, rolling the yoga mat in your hands as you walk away. Draped over one of the black chairs in the corner is a black hoodie and sweatpants, and you pad over, set the mat onto a chair, and slink into the garments, keeping your hair tucked into the shirt and the hood pulled low over your face.

"Gonna head back to work," Jimin says in a flurry, exiting just as fast as he arrived with the folder in his hand. "Come to the club if you want. Or call me if you need anything."

With a nod, you turn on your toes and begin for the door.

"And just where are you going?" Jeongguk asks, stopping you in your tracks and pushing a sigh from your lungs.

"Home," you say before your lips flounder, and you correct yourself, heavy-blinking. "Jimin's place."

With a hum, Jeongguk stands and says, "I'll drive you," picking up his chair to bring it back to where he got it from.

Although you have made no plans for a ride, you know that Hoseok was at the club earlier, and you had planned to call and see if he was around. Jeongguk giving you a ride would definitely be convenient, but is that something you want right now?

"You have work to do," you insist, shaking your head and feeling nervous at the thought of being in a vehicle alone with him.

But Jeongguk sets the chair down, takes you by the back of the arm, and begins to usher you rather forcefully out the door. As your sneaker heels dig into the wooden floor, rubber squeaking with each step he makes you take, you feel petulant, and you are dragged to the dark hallway before you manage to yank yourself out of his grasp and take an uneasy step back.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you ask, feeling anger rise and fighting the urge to slap him.

"What?" Jeongguk says through a chuckle, looming over you while he steps forward, closing the distance with each step you take backward until you hit the wall. "You're dancing like a whore now, so I figured you wanted to be treated like one, too."

Although you feel anger buzzing through you like a livewire, sending every nerve on high alert, more than anything, you feel deflated. Despite Jimin jokingly using that word to tease you, there is something about the way Jeongguk says it—something almost sardonic and mocking in his tone, met with how forcefully he dragged you out of the room. It settles like bile in your guts and makes you feel extremely uncomfortable.

But, rather than put up a fight and challenge him, you storm away, shoving past his weak attempt to hold you back as you stomp toward the door.

"Hey," Jeongguk calls, heavy footsteps trailing behind you. "What's the matter with you?"

Unable to hold in your rage, you spin on your toes, shoving your palms against Jeongguk's chest as you say, "What's the matter with you?"

Jeongguk hardly flinches, and when you step forward to push him again, he grips onto your wrists and holds you still, tugging you close to him but not in a way that is meant to be rough or suggestive. He almost looks worried, brows knit as he studies your face.

"Hey, hey," he mutters, holding onto you just tight enough that you have no choice but to stop lashing out.

Somehow it works. Maybe because you are exhausted, or maybe it is the floral, musky scent of his cologne—or a combination of things wrecking your tiny sense of sanity—but you hold still and let Jeongguk softly shush you while rubbing his thumbs over the knobby joints in your wrists.

"I don't like it when you talk about women that way," you say, feeling a swell of sadness fill your chest. You are aware that this is likely a trauma response to the way men have treated you in the past, but you need to at least attempt to establish a boundary. "I know we joke about it at the club, but the way you said it, I—" You close your eyes and shake your head.

"When have I ever talked about women that way?" Jeongguk asks, voice sounding more defensive than apologetic. "Look, I was joking. I'm sorry."

"Just don't do it, okay?" you insist, yanking your hands away until Jeongguk relents and folding your arms over your chest. "I was a whore before, Jeongguk. Is it so terrible? Do you really need to make it sound so demeaning? Yoongi's mother was a whore, too, you know."

Jeongguk's face pales, and he appears angry for a split moment, but you do not attempt to argue. Perhaps it is out of pocket to bring up Yoongi's dead mother, but you were a part of the honey bees who came after her; you belonged to the same organization, come hell and high water.

"You're right," he says, taking a step back and sliding his hands into his pockets. "I don't look down on sex workers, and I shouldn't talk as if I do. I'm sorry I offended you. I know that we make jokes, and I guess I got carried away. I didn't consider how even playful actions might bring up bad memories for you, and I get what that's like."

Surprised and unsure what to say, you rock on your feet a little before settling on, "Okay."

"My mother was a whore too," Jeongguk adds, stepping forward slowly. "I never held it against her. Even when it got her killed, I never thought badly about her."

There it is, once more—the taste of guilt.

"Jeongguk," you say, taking a step forward, but he holds up his hand and shakes his head.

"I offended you. I'm the one apologizing. Let me make it up to you by driving you home?"

You nod, conceding. "Alright."

The walk to Jeongguk's black sports car is quiet in a way that feels charged and awkward, but as you settle in, you begin to relax. Silence continues to hang during most of the drive, and all the while, you think of Yoongi. As you stare out at the city lights that fade the further you get from the city, you wonder how he must be doing and whether he will return home soon.

"Did you supply the heroin?" you ask without thinking, staring out at the dark roads past the city line.

As silence stretches, part of you worries that Jeongguk might be offended by your question, and you keep your eyes on the shadowed hints of trees, refusing to acknowledge the expression on his face.

Finally, Jeongguk mutters a simple, "No," and you allow yourself to regard him.

Jeongguk's jaw is tense, and he stares ahead at the road, tonguing on the inside of his mouth while both hands tightly grip the steering wheel.

"I didn't think you did," you respond softly, watching as his pierced eyebrow raises. "I don't know why I felt compelled to ask."

Jeongguk's gaze flicks to you, then back on the road. "Because you overheard my conversation with Namjoon that morning outside your bedroom. And because I was the one in charge of the drug operations."

"Yeah," you respond with a shrug. "But I don't think you would be that careless."

With a hum from Jeongguk, silence settles once more. You relax back in your seat, watching the road curve and become a little hilly before evening out. By now, you are familiar with this stretch, anticipating the sight of the property to come into view very soon.

Whenever you pass the mansion these days, it is dark and quiet. If not for the outdoor security lights, it would be nothing more than a looming shadow—a silhouetted remnant of lives at a standstill. Namjoon must sleep in his own home, and from time to time, you consider walking down the dirt and gravel path to his property to see him.

But everything feels off balance in a way that you struggle to reconcile, and you feel like you need a little more time. You fish your phone from your hoodie pocket and check his Instagram feed, sad to see he has not posted anything to his story.

Namjoon likes to post his workout routines, what he is listening to, and shots from trips to museums. Lately, though, he barely shares anything, making the lack of his presence feel heavier. You nearly ask Jeongguk to drop you off at his place, but you cannot seem to open your mouth to get the words out.

Instead, you text him.

You: It's hard to keep tabs on you when you don't post story updates.

The message feels stupid, and you chew on the inside of your mouth once you hit send, staring at the screen and hoping that when he sees it, he does not find it annoying. Is there a chance of him being offended?

Three dots appear and disappear, over and over, making the anxiety in your tummy frantically build and crash like a wave pool that has just been switched on. But then he sends a simple little sentence that stirs both immense joy and deep, profound sadness—

Namjoon: I miss you too, sweetheart.

—and you stare down at it until your vision blurs with tears.

As you open your mouth to ask to be taken to Namjoon's house, the dots appear and disappear again, and rather than speak, you clear your throat and wait for him to say more.

"What is it?" Jeongguk asks, and you turn your head to him, confused at first, then realize he may have taken the sound as a feeble attempt at starting a conversation.

"Oh," you respond, "Uh, nothing."

"Alright," Jeongguk says simply as he begins to turn into Jimin's driveway, waiting as the metal gate opens and allows you entrance.

As you pull into the drive, listening to the gate close behind you, the urge to cry becomes more difficult to tamp down. You swallow thickly, blinking away tears as Jeongguk stalls in front of the door.

"You good?" Jeongguk asks, and you turn to regard him, but as soon as you open your mouth to tell him you are fine, the sounds die in your throat, and you have to swallow everything back down again.

"Th-thanks for the ride," you manage to mutter as you get out of the vehicle and run to Jimin's door, punching in an eight-digit code and holding your eyes open as wide as you can manage for the retina scan.

Once inside the dark, empty mansion, you sink against the cold, wooden door, feeling your chest heave with emotion so deep, you become nauseated. Gripped in your fist, your cell phone vibrates, and you lift the device in a shaking hand, checking the notification—

Namjoon: I miss your voice. And your smile. I hope you're taking care of yourself.

—which sends you crashing over the edge as tears pour and your voice comes out in a loud, terrible sob.

Your heart pounds as you cry, feeling the crushing weight of how deeply you miss Namjoon. Although each breath that enters and exits your lungs is a storm, rattling and shaking you to the core, you sniffle and hold your phone tightly in both hands as you place a call. It is late, but Namjoon is responding to texts, so perhaps he is free to talk.

Namjoon picks up on the first ring, and when his deep, surprised voice says, "Hey, sweetheart," you sob even harder. How is it that something so tiny could make his absence feel so much heavier?

"Hey," Namjoon says, sweet and alert, "are you alright? Where are you?"

"I'm okay," you cry, punctuated by a sniffle. "I'm at Jimin's. Everything is fine."

"Everything does not sound fine," Namjoon insists, and you smile softly at his concern, taking in a deep breath. "Do you need something? Can I…can I do anything?"

Namjoon still owes you an explanation, and it is not something you will easily let slip. But you are certain that you cannot continue to keep him at a distance, even if it means putting the much-needed conversation on the back burner. Although life with Jimin has been fun and a little exciting, the loneliness you feel from being away from Namjoon and Yoongi has a tendency to become excruciating.

"Can I see you?" you ask weakly, like a child who is afraid of being scolded.

The soft chuckle that proceeds, "Of course, you can," warms your heart, and you close your eyes and smile wide, clutching your phone tightly to your ear. "Give me ten minutes? I'll be right there."

With a wet, disgusting sniffle, you say, "Okay," and rub the back of your hand against your nose.

"I'll be there soon," Namjoon says as he ends the call, and you nod to nobody as you drop your phone down and clench it to your heart.

It takes effort, but you peel yourself from the floor and kick off your shoes before heading up the stairs to your borrowed bedroom, squinting as you switch on the light. The room is similar to your room in Yoongi's mansion, but the bedding and curtains are pinks and oranges—a permanent sunrise.

As you cross the room to the walk-in closet, you pull off the joggers and athleticwear from earlier and find a cute, soft pair of pink sleep shorts and a matching, loose pink tee. Then you run into the bathroom to brush your teeth. Even though you did not drink anything tonight, you want to kiss Namjoon until your lips bruise, and you need to be minty fresh.

By the time you are rinsing your mouth and wiping your chin off, you hear a loud knocking on the front door, surprised that ten minutes could have passed so quickly. You run out of the ensuite and find your phone on the bed to shoot off a message before heading down to let Namjoon in.

You: One minute!

Although the rest of the mansion is dark, Jimin also has security lights on outside, and they shine through the windows enough to cast a silver glow over the small mezzanine and down the steps. You scurry down quickly, feet carrying you light and fast, and when you get to the front door and fling it open, you hardly have a chance to take in the sight of Namjoon before he is crossing the threshold and lifting you into his arms.

A sob quakes through you as you wrap your arms and legs around him, burying your face into his neck. He smells musky—a bit sweaty—but the bright cologne with gentle floral hints you are used to are present. Namjoon closes the front door, haphazardly steps from his shoes, and makes his way to the stairs, stepping slowly as he holds you tight. If you are not mistaken, it feels like his breathing shutters through him, and you wonder if he may also be crying.

"I'm sorry," you find yourself muttering when the silence stretches on long and oppressive.

Namjoon squeezes you harder.

"No," he says softly, voice trembling, "sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry for."

"I made you cry," you sob, feeling guilt and sadness fill your lungs until it hurts to breathe.

Namjoon chuckles and sniffles, reaching the top landing of the stairs and turning to the right, toward the only light in the home that is on. He says, "Making someone cry is a side-effect of being in love, I'm afraid," and your heart goes wild behind your ribs, bursting with affection.

"I've missed you so much," you whimper against Namjoon's skin, and when he leans forward and attempts to put you down onto the bed, you tighten your limbs, clinging to him like a koala.

"Let me set you down so we can get comfortable," Namjoon suggests, and you shake your head, groaning as you hold on tighter. He sighs, and tries, "Come on, I want to see you. I want to kiss you."

Once his attempts are futile, Namjoon gets onto his knees on the bed and bends until you are lying on your back with him towering over you. You finally move your head away from his neck and heavy-blink as you meet his eyes—which are bloodshot and blinking back tears.

"I've missed you too," Namjoon says as he kisses you, soft and sweet and warm. "I'm so sorry for everything that happened. I should have told you about everything, but I was scared to."

Namjoon's kisses are salty and wet, and he trembles above you, gripping the blanket tightly in his fists on either side of your head. Finally, you concede to his need to get comfortable, and you press against his chest, rubbing your fingers over soft black cotton.

"Hey, lay down," you say softly, pushing a little harder. "You were right, let's get comfortable."

Namjoon sighs through his tears and gets up onto his knees, then crawls over to the pillows and makes a feeble attempt at moving the bright pink and orange floral comforter away. You sit up and help him, then run to the door to close it before adjusting the dimmer switch, lowering the lights just enough so that you can still see him.

When you turn back to the bed, Namjoon has figured out the comforter, which is bunched up at the end of the against his feet, and he is sitting against the wooden headboard with his hands in his lap, watching you with a soft expression while tear tracks shimmer against his cheeks. He wears a black tee and black joggers, with his legs extended out but one leg bent slightly at the knee, and he is breathtaking—just as you remembered him. Maybe even more so.

He has gotten a haircut recently, just above his ears, making him look younger. And it is darker; a more natural color. Some time ago—maybe a few days, or maybe a week—Namjoon posted a mirror selfie of the cut, obstructed mostly by his phone, and you are happy to finally see it in person.

As you get onto the bed, on your knees, Namjoon reaches for you, pulling against the backs of your thighs until you have no choice but to straddle his lap, giggling at his insistence. You settle and drape your wrists over his shoulders to rub your fingertips over the short hairs on his nape while Namjoon's smile oscillates between joy and sadness.

"I want to tell you I'm sorry," you begin, without giving him a chance to speak. You have been thinking about this every sober waking moment of however much time has passed—and some intoxicated moments, as well—and you feel it is necessary to get it off your chest. Emotions rise as you gather your thoughts, and your next exhale comes out shaky. "I was angry in Paris, but the things I said to you and Yoongi did not come from the heart. I was hurt, and I still am, but…I don't understand addiction. I have no idea what Yoongi must be going through, and I—"

You choke on a sob suddenly as a flash of Yoongi's face comes into view. The hurt way in which he stared ahead, straight through you, while you screamed and cried and demanded to be taken home.

Gently, Namjoon rubs his hands up and down your back, covering you in comforting warmth. His smile is sad, but he does his best to show that he is listening and that he is receptive to what you need to say.

"I just feel so awful," you continue as tears fall. You are so tired of crying and hurting, but it is a necessary step in healing, and you do your best to let it quake through you and settle into your bones. "I love Yoongi. I don't want him to be in pain."

"He knows," Namjoon finally says, but you screw your eyes closed and shake your head. He may have an idea of what you are going through, but he needs to hear from you that you are sorry. You need to tell him, yourself. "Yoongi using again was a bit of a surprise to all of us. Although it is something I always fear may happen again, I really had no idea it would happen like that, especially on vacation."

"When is he coming home?" you ask, feeling hopeful.

"Less than a week," Namjoon responds, smiling sweetly as he lifts his hands to thumb away the tears on your cheeks. "I have cleaned out the mansion, and Jeongguk has made sure the team taking over his responsibilities knows that heroin and other opioids are off limits. Jeongguk was already avoiding selling either in the first place, but he has reiterated that fact, to be on the safe side."

"That day, outside my room, you said there was a package with what looked like heroin," you say, watching as Namjoon's face screws up with worry. You grimace, adding, "I'm sorry I was eavesdropping."

"That…I still don't have all the details ironed out," Namjoon responds sullenly, "but I am certain that Jeongguk had nothing to do with it. Yoongi admitted that he had sent for the package on his own, and it arrived from overseas with a bunch of tailored suits. I don't know how he got a connect in Italy, but I really shouldn't be surprised; Yoongi knows people everywhere."

You nod somewhat listlessly, waiting for the crucial detail where Namjoon tells you he threatened the Italian guy, or found some way to rough him up—whatever the case—in order to keep him from sending Yoongi junk again. But when he does not continue, worry and sadness sink into your tummy like a brick.

"So…" you begin, heavy-blinking and feeling at a loss for words before settling on, "...how do we make sure he doesn't use again?"

Although Namjoon continues to smile, his eyebrows pinch sympathetically, and he returns to rubbing your back.

"We just love and support him," he offers, which feels both gigantic and minuscule, all things considered. "We continue to be there for him and…hope that it is enough."

"That's it, huh," you sigh, defeated.

"Yeah."

Silence hangs, and you let your vision blur, attempting to sort out what you could possibly do. What if loving Yoongi is not enough? What if the pressures of his lifestyle only continue to press and press on him until he sinks another needle into his vein, desperate for relief?

"I wish he could just…not do this anymore," you mutter, blinking Namjoon back into focus. "Maybe having all this power and responsibility is too much."

With a sad chuckle, Namjoon nods. "Yeah, well…the only way out of a life like his is death."

Although that is not the response you want, it is the one you expect, and you lean heavily into Namjoon, accepting it for now. There is not much more to say until Yoongi is back.

"Can we sleep?" you ask, feeling your body become weighted down with exhaustion and warm with a comfort you have not felt in what has seemed like eons.

"I would love to sleep," Namjoon responds sweetly, releasing you from his hold as you slide down to the bed and begin to reach for the comforter.

Namjoon gets out of bed to turn off the light, and for a split moment, in the cold, crushing dark, you begin to feel anxiety rush over you. In the cold, crushing dark, you are alone, alone, alone, isolated and heavy and so terribly scared. But then the bed dips, and warmth slides into place beside you. Limbs settle with a familiar weight, and suddenly, the darkness feels and smells like home.

"I love you," you tell the darkness, gasping when lips graze your cheek, your nose, and finally, your mouth.

"I love you, too," the darkness tells you sweetly as you begin to drift to sleep.

Tonight, you did not get to kiss Namjoon until your lips bruised, but you feel satisfied with the fact that you were able to lighten the burden of heavy sadness just a little. And, in a matter of days, when you have the same conversation with Yoongi, it may not go the same way, but at least the three of you can continue to take steps in the right direction, and that allows you to sink into sleep with a smile on your face.

When you wake up alone, your first instinct is to panic. You sit up with a start and check for any sign of Namjoon, but the ensuite door is wide open, and there is no sound coming from inside. The spot where he had slept is cold, and you begin to worry that it was all a dream and that he was never here at all.

Frantically, you begin to search for your phone, which is not on your bedside table where you usually keep it, feeling the overwhelming urge to cry take over. What happened last night, and why is there no trace of him to be found?

With a deep breath, you close your eyes and run over the events of the night. You came in and changed, then you messaged Namjoon to let him know you were going down to let him in. Vaguely, you remember tossing your phone to the bed, and you begin yanking at your comforter, desperate to find it.

Your phone must have been wrapped up in the bedding, because after only a moment of tussling and searching, you hear a nice loud thunk against the floor, at the foot of the bed. You let out an exasperated sigh and crawl to the edge, draping your body over the end as you reach and search for the device that has managed to find its way just under the bed frame.

As soon as it is in your hand, you turn on the screen, eager to find evidence of Namjoon's existence, with your torso suspended in air. As soon as you see a notification from two hours ago, you smile and wiggle backward into a seated position to properly read it.

Namjoon: Hey, sweetheart, I'm so sorry I left while you were still asleep. I tried to wake you, but you were out cold. I'll be visiting Yoongi this afternoon. If you want to come along and you see this before 2 PM, let me know. Otherwise, I hope to talk to you soon. Thank you for letting me in this morning; I slept better than I have in weeks. I love you.

Although affection blooms brightly in your chest, you feel sadness squeeze you tight, like an old friend. You do want to see Yoongi. You want to see him so badly, it hurts. But you are not sure you want to see him before he comes home. Wherever he is staying, and whatever state he may be in…you are not sure that you are prepared for that.

It is only 1:45 PM, so you decide to call Namjoon. Not only are you eager to hear his voice once more, but you are not eager to voice what is in your heart over text.

He picks up on the second ring, sounding a bit winded when he says, "Hey, sweetheart."

"Namjoon," you respond brightly, smiling widely. "Hey, I just woke up and saw your message."

"Ah," he responds, breathing heavily, "what time is it?" After a pause, he shouts, "Oh, shit, Gguk, I gotta go!"

You laugh as you hear them chatter lowly, then say their goodbyes, imagining how adorable Namjoon becomes when he is frantic—eyes wide and worried while he flails his muscular limbs around somewhat aimlessly.

"Gguek and I were working out," Namjoon says as you hear the sound of a door open and shut. "Lost track of time."

You smile, nibbling your lip. "Good thing I called."

"Good thing, indeed. So, did you—"

You don't mean to cut Namjoon off, but there is enough of a break between his statements, that you say, "Listen, Namjoon, I'm—" then halt, realizing you had spoken over him.

"Go on," Namjoon urges, and you close your eyes, listening to the sounds of his breathing, of birds singing around him, and of feet walking somewhat frantically down the dirt and gravel path between mansions.

"I don't think I can go," you finally say, feeling meek and embarrassed as your voice drops and comes out with a tremble. "It's just…I don't know what to expect, and it…it scares me."

Namjoon says nothing for a few moments, and it makes you worry. But then you hear him keying in the passcode to his home and let yourself breathe. He is probably too stressed to be multitasking while in a rush.

"Can I call you back? Or maybe we can talk about this later?" Namjoon finally asks, and you let out an even deeper sigh in relief. "I don't blame you at all for not wanting to come, but it feels like there is more you need to get off your chest. I have to take the fastest shower of my life, though, so that I can leave soon."

"Yeah, no…yeah. That's…" you stammer, squeezing your eyes closed and allowing yourself to smile while hot tears run from your eyes. Namjoon is so kind and understanding—so caring and giving. Affection burns for him, and you want to hug him so tight and never let him go. "If you want to tell Yoongi that we talked, I think it might make things easier for me later, but do whatever feels right…I don't know."

"I'll tell him what we discussed," Namjoon responds breathily as feet storm up a flight of stairs. "I know it'll make him happy to hear how you are doing, and how you have been handling things. I'm bringing him home in four days, so we can all sit down whenever you feel ready."

Four days is not soon enough, yet it feels like no time at all. Looming and terrifying, yet promising.

"Okay, sounds good. Thank you, Namjoon."

When Namjoon says, "I love you so much, sweetheart. Thank you for calling," your heart squeezes, and more tears fall, cascading like tiny waterfalls.

"I love you, Namjoon. Drive safe."

"Will do. Bye."

You mutter, "Bye," but your finger is already pressing the end call button, giving Namjoon all the time and space he needs to get ready. And then you hug your phone tight to your chest and continue to cry.

Somehow, the happy tears feel thicker and hotter than sad tears—more present and urgent. If Yoongi comes back in four days, that means it has been just over two weeks in Jimin's home. You heavy-blink in an attempt to conceptualize the time, feeling ashamed by how little of it you remember. Briefly, you worry that you may have imposed, but Jimin has never so much as hinted at that fact, so you allow yourself to let the idea go.

It is difficult, at times, to accept the many ways in which you are loved. It feels strange to look back on how you ended up tangled in this web, with these men. Part of you wishes you and Yoongi could start over—meet organically and fall together not because of proximity and a need to cure a deep, aching loneliness that had built over years, but because you simply want to.

But could you simply want to fall in love with the head of a crime syndicate? No, you think. Probably not.

Still, how do you explain that to someone who asks? I was kidnapped as collateral, but we fell in love feels like a story not too many people would understand. Probably, the average person would ask if you were alright and attempt to help you find refuge. Probably, they would be in their right mind to do so.

The next three days drag. Knowing that you will see Yoongi and Namjoon again soon has you a little on edge, but not necessarily in a bad way. Your dancing suffers for it, and you find your movements too stiff, too off-beat; your head and your heart are clouded, and you cannot seem to get your body to do anything. Still, you try. Wasting away drinking at Paradise does not feel like the best way to spend your lonely nights, but you want to wait for Yoongi's return before spending too much time with Namjoon.

Although the three of you have different bonds and dynamics, you almost feel guilty at the thought of hogging Namjoon to yourself while Yoongi is out healing in the countryside. Despite knowing he would tell you not to worry—to be with Namjoon and keep him company.

And, part of you thinks of this time as getting your last moments in with Jimin before moving out of his space. You have not voiced it, but you have been going out of your way to spend just a little more time with him after work, before the two of you crash for the morning and sleep, curled up on the couch with whichever anime he feels like playing in the background—currently, Chainsaw Man.

Jimin is phenomenal company, and you have really enjoyed following him around the house while he cooks, practices impromptu dance moves around furniture, and talks about nothing and everything. Even in quiet, still moments eating ice cream in the glow of the television, you feel the bond that has formed quickly and effortlessly, thankful to have a friend and ally on your side.

Despite the budding friendship, Jimin remains a somewhat secretive person. You have learned that his upbringing was privileged and full of wealth, but his parents were not kind about his desire to chase his own dreams instead of taking over the family business, and they quickly cut him off when he went to school for contemporary dance. It took no time at all for Jimin to wind up houseless, using his beauty to sleep with wealthy men and women for a meal and a warm bed.

When Yoongi's mother found Jimin on the streets, she took him in with the promise of a better life, but how he came to replace her is unknown. How long Jimin spent on the streets, the kinds of things he saw in that time…all of those details, he hides behind a bright, practiced smile, only given away by the sadness that pours from his beautiful, round eyes.

"I see myself in you, dove," Jimin says often, usually accompanied by a side hug or a kiss on the cheek.

And at first, it made you feel strange. Jimin has come so far that maybe, you had originally thought, he sees you as a pet project; someone who needs to be fixed and turned into something beautiful. But now, you know that is not true. You know that Jimin sees persistence and survival; he sees someone imperfect but caring who just needs a little push to understand and figure things out, at times.

Everything he has, he gained with persistence and survival; nothing was handed to him. Yoongi and his men, and possibly Yoongi's mother, taught Jimin the skills he knows today, that make him who he is. None of them became this successful alone; all seven of them play a crucial role. Eight, now, with you.

You feel sentimental tonight when you lean against the bar cradling a glass of whiskey that you have been nursing for the last hour. Tomorrow, Yoongi returns home, and although it has not been voiced aloud, you can tell that the prospect has Jimin and Jeongguk in a better mood. You even spot Seokjin, Hoseok, and Taehyung coming in and out of Paradise, and they all seem chipper.

Jimin is done up with pink and silver stage makeup, with his eyes and lips bright and shining. He wears his standard black satin top tucked into tight, leather black jeans, and tonight, he has a thick black rhinestone choker around his neck.

Jeongguk, on the other hand, is pattern-clashing in a way that is both alluring and confusing. As standalone items, his silk, long-sleeve, plunging neckline leopard print shirt, and tight silver and blue floral lurex pants are solid choices. The shirt's neck falls nearly to his navel, showing beautiful topography of his chest—dips and hills of muscle and golden-tanned skin, accentuated by several mismatched gold necklaces; and the pants shine brightly in every light that dares grace his figure, drawing the eye to his muscular thighs and perky, round ass. But they look so strange and mismatched together, you cannot help but question what on earth he was thinking.

"You sure have a staring problem, tonight," Jeongguk chides as he walks by, sending an inviting wink that makes you laugh far too boisterously.

"Just trying to figure out what you have going on, here," you respond with an incredulous smirk. "Did you get dressed in the dark, Gguk?"

With a roll of his eyes, Jeongguk responds, "Both items are Dolce and Gabbana, but okay."

And, without missing a beat, you say, "Pretty sure Dolce and Gabbana also produce plain clothes that would match better than this. Your black satin shirts would look really good with those pants, and…well, anything else would look good with that shirt."

"I don't expect you to understand fashion," Jeongguk teases, raking his eyes over your form as he takes a step closer.

"Black, Jeongguk," you say, chin tilted high. "You have a closet full of black that would look phenomenal with both pieces."

With Jeongguk stepping into your personal space, that damned cologne hits you, and you begin to lose your composure. He really is suitable for smelling like a bouquet of wildflowers, especially with the spicy musk underneath; it is perfectly him.

"I don't expect someone in boring Vuitton rags to appreciate the nuance," Jeongguk teases, voice dropping lower as he towers before you.

"This dress costs as much as both that shirt and those pants combined," you bicker more quietly than before. The dress you wear tonight is certainly less flattering or flashy than what he wears—a Louis Vuitton brown and black knit mini dress with glitter thread mottling throughout. It has a square, rolled neckline and thin straps, but it hugs your curves nicely, falling mid-thigh. You raise your eyebrow to add, "Boss Min happens to like the way I look in Vuitton rags."

At the mention of Yoongi, Jeongguk softens, and you know you have won this round. Jeongguk scoffs, then slams back the rest of his drink, spinning on his shiny black leather boots before stomping off to where Hyejin and the dancers are congregated behind the main stage, going over something pertaining to the newly installed dance cages on either side of the bar, judging by how she points to them.

You watch as Jeongguk walks away, allowing your gaze to linger on how those gaudy, silver-blue pants shimmer when they hug his ass, thanking your lucky stars that his silly fashion sense has, at the very least, provided you with a good show.

When you turn back to the bar, you drink the rest of your whiskey and ask for another. The night is still young; the club has barely just opened and only a few patrons linger during the hours before the dancers take to the stages, but you have a feeling you are going to need to at least have a steady buzz to handle whatever bullshit Jeongguk is on.

Two hours into your night, you are proven correct during a very flirty conversation with Hyejin about the dance cages—about how she thinks you should make your Paradise debut in one, asking if you would ever let her handcuff you to the bars—when the bartender informs you that the boss would like to see you in his office.

Jimin seldom calls you to his office, but he is the only one who properly has one, so you head toward the back of the main room, past a security guard, and into a hallway that leads to Jimin's office, the dressing rooms for the dancers, and a meeting room that Hyejin and Jeongguk use when they need to.

As you make your way to the door, you can hear the sounds of dancers chattering and laughing coming down the hall, and you assume that Jeongguk must be giving them their nightly pep talk in one of the dressing rooms. You knock twice on the office door, then try the handle. To your surprise, when you enter, the room is empty.

Jimin has allowed you in his space alone plenty of times, so you make your way to have a seat in the leather armchair just in front of his desk. You decide to check your notifications while you wait and pull your phone from a small black purse that is slung over your shoulder.

The door opens and closes behind you, so you put the phone away before you have a chance to turn the screen on. And, instinctively, you stand to greet Jimin, surprised when you turn to find Jeongguk closing in, fast.

Before you have a chance to speak, Jeongguk has the armchair shoved away, caging you against Jimin's desk, leaning close and low with both of his hands gripping the wooden surface. You practically sit against the edge, doing your best to lean back and away from Jeongguk, but he is a persistent, towering presence, and he wastes no time dragging his lips over your neck, just below your ear, sending a rush of arousal tingling through you at the touch. The scent of his cologne has your senses simultaneously dulled and on high alert.

"Jeongguk," you gasp, attempting to twist away but finding you do not want him to stop. "We can't—"

"I know," Jeongguk responds, voice deep and silky, lips dipping lower, dragging across your throat and leaving only the faintest hint of a spit trail. "Just want to tease you a little; make you squirm."

"Why?" you breathe, leaning back to create more space.

When Jeongguk does not move, you lift your hands and press against his chest, attempting to push him back, but your palms slide on the silk shirt, and you wind up rubbing over his nipples, feeling metal under the drag of skin, causing Jeongguk to hiss as you gasp. Arousal builds and builds, and you squeeze your tights together, desperate to stave off the effect he has on you; you are, admittedly, touch-starved and somewhat feral.

"I know you feel it, too," Jeongguk practically groans, still leaning way too close, voice spoken beside your ear. "We have undeniable chemistry."

"Of course I feel it," you respond, closing your eyes in an attempt to get your bearings while your heart pounds dizzyingly fast.

Jeongguk asks, "Do you know how fucking hard it is to keep my hands off you?" in a tone that almost seems steeped in pain.

"Yes," you mutter softly, nodding shallowly. "I think I do."

With a sigh, Jeongguk finally takes a step back, but he stays close enough that you have to crane your neck; there is no room for you to stand away from the desk. The two of you stare at one another, and then Jeongguk scoffs and shakes his head.

"Seeing you around so much has been…god, you drive me insane."

You chuckle, though you feel somewhat awkward being faced with his admission. Although, truth be told, being in Jeongguk's proximity so much during the last few weeks has also made you want to see him more and more; you know that, once you return to your normal life, you will come to miss him a lot. Or, perhaps, you can continue spending time at Paradise; there is nothing saying you cannot.

"Last night, when I dropped you off," Jeongguk says, reaching up to gently cradle your chin in his hand, surprising you with his shift in demeanor, "were you crying?"

Although you glance away to respond, shyness rises, you nod slightly and say, "Yeah."

"Was it something I said?"

Quickly, you nod and return your gaze to Jeongguk, who looks genuinely concerned. "No. I was crying because I was missing Yoongi and Namjoon."

Jeongguk hums, drops his hand away, and takes a step back.

Suddenly, the silence feels heavy, and you struggle to identify his reaction. He very clearly knows your involvement with both men, so why tense up at the mention of them?

"What's the matter?" you ask, unwilling to let anything weird hang between you.

Jeongguk shrugs, but his eyes are on the floor, and it is clear that something is bothering him.

"Jeongguk," you insist.

He sighs, and, without looking at you, says, "It just sucks that when things become normal again with you guys…I just…it's been nice to see you here."

"Ah," you respond. And you get it; it has been great to be around here and see him, Jimin, and Hyejin regularly.

"But Yoongi will return and demand all your attention—" Jeongguk practically snarls, and you tut your tongue at him, staring incredulously as he balks at the interruption.

"Yoongi does not demand anything from me," you say, standing up straight now that there is some space between the two of you. You feel defensive, but you can understand where Jeongguk is coming from; you really have not had any independence since moving into the mansion, but part of that is not having any direction or much desire to venture out, finding comfort and safety behind the familiarity of those walls. "Honestly, I have been loving it here. It's nice to leave the house for no occasion and see other people. I consider Hyejin and Jimin friends, and it has been so great having friends again. I don't want to suddenly stop seeing them. Or you."

"Won't you have your hands full with both of your boyfriends?" Jeongguk teases, and you are glad to see his mood has at least somewhat lightened; his smile has returned, even if his gaze remains sad.

"Oh they definitely know how to keep my hands full," you respond with a wink, watching as Jeongguk's eyes and mouth widen comically. "But it is also nice having some space. Although I hate how all of this came about, I think taking a step back and allowing myself to really miss them and think about the many facets of our relationship has been important. I needed it."

"So I might actually see you from time to time?" Jeongguk asks, stepping close once more, seeming hopeful. It still amuses you when Jeongguk is all soft edges after so much time spent bickering with one another.

This time, you step in close and rub your palms over his chest, making sure to drag your hands over his pierced nipples, smiling when he shivers beneath your touch.

"We still have to finish what we started in Hong Kong," you say, voice dropped low and intentionally sultry. "I just haven't wanted to do anything without the others present…we haven't really discussed that, and I would feel too guilty leaving them out."

"I understand," Jeongguk responds, leaning into your touch and surprising you with a very soft, very chaste kiss on the lips before he mutters, "Taehyung will fucking kill me if we do anything without him."

Warmth floods your cheeks, and you drop your hands while taking a step back. Even after such a tiny taste, the urge to kiss Jeongguk is too great to stay in such close proximity.

"We're going to have an entire audience, huh?" you ask, feeling more turned on by the prospect than shy.

Jeongguk chuckles and says, "Sounds like we will."

It almost feels surreal to discuss the topic of you and Jeongguk having sex so openly. Although you have had enough whiskey to give you a steady buzz, you are still clear-headed enough to spiral just a little over the thought of his body, and having it all to yourself. That is, unless the others want to play, as well; you really have no idea what to expect, and you are not certain you would deny them if they wanted to.

As you search for a way to end this conversation and return to the main bar before someone begins to notice the two of you are missing, Jimin comes barging in with his brows knit. Although you have done nothing wrong, there is a split moment of panic over how this may look, with the two of you in Jimin's office alone.

But he simply glances between you and Jeongguk, huffs out a sigh, and says, "Oh, thank god. I was hoping to find you two in here."

"What's up?" Jeongguk asks, and you straighten out, worried that something may be wrong.

"One of the regulars came in piss drunk and started harassing Hyejin. He groped her ass and when she slapped him, he got in her face. Security was able to intervene, but I need you to take him out back and fuck him up. Let him know shit like that doesn't fly at Boss Min's lovely establishment."

Anger spikes heavily in your chest, and when Jimin turns to you and adds, "Dove, if you don't mind, I think she could use a friend," you nod, determined to do whatever it takes to make Hyejin feel safe.

"On it," you say, walking past the men, down the short hallway, and out into the bar.

Loud R&B music with a quick, enticing trap beat plays, and you stomp in your overpriced patent leather chelsea boots to the beat, storming into the main bar room like you own the joint and scanning the room for your girl.

Standing at the main bar with her arms pulled tightly over her chest, is Hyejin surrounded by dancers. As soon as you approach, a girl who goes by Lily backs up and opens her arm wide to welcome you into the space. Hyejin is shaking when you drape your arm around her, hugging it loosely across her chest.

"Hey, beautiful," you say, and she turns and melts into you, throwing her arms over your shoulders and letting out a deep sigh. "Want to go out back and have a smoke?"

Hyejin hugs you tight and shakes her head, and you rub your hands over her back, waiting for her response. The dancers begin trickling out, having to get ready to perform, leaving pats on your and Hyejin's backs and soft words of support and encouragement. Once there is more space for her to breathe, Hyejin stands up straight and lets out another deep breath.

She is not crying, though her eyes are red, and when she looks at you with a frown, you gently place your hands at her temples and thumb at the smudged mascara under her eyes before muttering, "Perfect," with a grin.

"I hate men," Hyejin says with a fake snarl, and you roll your eyes and nod dramatically, making her giggle.

"Wanna talk about it?" you ask, and Hyejin shakes her head and says, "No. I want to dance."

Sitting on the bar is a half-empty pint of something bright blue, and Hyejin chugs it back, then leaves the empty glass behind and takes your hand, dragging you to one of the dance cages. The floor of the cage is raised about three feet from the ground and is a glowing octagon of rainbow color. Hyejin, wearing only a black satin bodysuit with lace trim and black stiletto heels, walks around to the back of the cage, closest to the nearby wall, and opens a door that blends in with the bars, then she takes a step up and hoists herself onto the platform.

You follow behind and step up and into the cage, moving to the other side of the space to allow Hyejin to close the door. Although you are no stranger to dancing in sight of others, being in an elevated cage has your nerves spiked, and you wish you had taken a shot or three at the bar before agreeing to follow her.

Hyejin wastes no time closing in on you with her fists around bars on either side of your head, and she holds on as she drops her hips low and swishes back up, all the while keeping her eyes on you. You sway to the beat with slower movements than the ones you watch Hyejin make, feeling entranced by her beauty and struggling to actually move the way she does.

"Are you shy?" she asks with a raise of her eyebrow, and you chuckle, letting go of some of your anxiety while you nod and mutter, "A little."

Hyejin spins with her arms still lifted, and wraps them over your shoulders, then dips down again, rubbing her ass against your thighs before standing up straight. You realize too late that you are frozen in place with your arms somewhat bent, like a Barbie doll, and Hyejin turns and immediately starts to laugh, bending and flinging her hair in front of her face.

"I'm not apologizing for who I am," you whine as you join her in laughing, feeling embarrassed by your inability to act like a normal person around her.

"I would never dream of asking you to," Hyejin says as she leans back against the bars across from you, swaying her hips with an amused grin. "But it is very cute how flustered you get."

You roll your eyes and smile, glad to at least be considered cute. Flirting and being flirted with is hardly an issue, and you would probably relax more around her if things were not so uncertain at the moment, in your love life. You are sure Yoongi and Namjoon would not mind, but it is a conversation you would like to have before you allow yourself to get carried away.

Or, perhaps, there is nothing to allow. Probably, there is no way in which things could get carried away, but you are once again spiraling because Jeongguk has gotten under your skin. With a deep inhale, you remind yourself that Hyejin is likely just being friendly and that you are allowed to relax and have fun with her.

So have fun, you do. The song changes to something with more of a club beat, and Hyejin begins to pump her hands in front of her chest while shaking her ass in overexaggerated movements, gyrating in a chaotic circle. With your hands pulled over your head, you begin doing some wiggle-shake move creating waves all the way down to your legs, laughing as Hyejin throws her hands over her head in an attempt to do the same.

"What do you call this one?" She shouts over the music, and you shake your head and say, "I don't know! The overcooked noodle?"

Hyejin practically throws her body against yours with laughter, and you trip backward, catching yourself with a hand on one of the bars to lessen your collision. There are definitely patrons behind you who have a view of whatever it is the two of you are doing, and you try not to feel too embarrassed.

"Yah," Jeongguk calls, making you attempt to turn around, trapped in place by a hysterical Hyejin. He rounds the platform enough to come into view and grabs onto two of the bars as he teasingly says, "You girls are gonna scare away the customers."

You raise one hand toward him as if threatening to strike him, shouting, "Oh, shut u—" but the word dies as soon as your eyes fall to Jeongguk's knuckles, which are scraped and bloodied.

"Jeongguk, what the fuck?" you ask, reaching for the nearest hand, which he slides away.

Hyejin stands alert, then squats to be at eye-level with Jeongguk, and you fully turn, checking to make sure he has no other cuts or bruises, glad that he seems otherwise perfectly fine.

"Relax," Jeongguk grumbles, tonguing the inside of his mouth while he cracks the knuckles of one fist against his palm, then switches to the other side. "This is nothing; scuff marks. That guy didn't land a single punch before he was lights out."

You sigh but accept that there is nothing you would be able to do to convince Jeongguk not to fuck someone up. It is, after all, something he has likely been trained to do and is celebrated for within the ranks of the family. Still, you hate to see his pretty hands bloodied.

"Well, you know I don't condone violence," Hyejin says, reaching her hands between two bars, smiling when Jeongguk steps closer and allows her to grab onto his wrists. "But I really appreciate you sticking up for me."

"Of course," Jeongguk grumbles, smiling the soft smile that he does when he is attempting to hide the sweetness that festers inside him, threatening to burst. Cute.

With a sigh, Hyejin lifts the wrist that Jeongguk wears his watch on, yanking it close while tilting her head to get a look. "I should go tend to the girls," she grumbles, releasing Jeongguk and standing to give you a kiss on the cheek.

You follow Hyejin's movements, watching which bars are part of the door, nervous that they blend in well enough and that you could be trapped in this cage for the rest of eternity, then you turn back to Jeongguk, who has two hands on two bars, and is staring up at you.

"So," he says, stretching himself tall to speak to you, arching his back and tipping his chin upward. "I was wondering…"

Since you are already in the cage, and Jeongguk had already been a menace to your health and well-being earlier, you decide to take a page out of Hyejin's book and swish your body in an inviting wave as you squat, dragging your hands down the bars but keeping them lifted above your head.

Jeongguk visibly swallows, losing what he was just in the process of saying, and you watch as his eyes trail to where your short skirt hugs your thighs, undoubtedly giving him a view of the black panties you wear underneath. And although you do not mind letting Jeongguk sneak a peek, you are glad that the lights are fairly dim in the club.

"What was that?" you ask, tilting your head to the side and giving a look that feigns innocence.

The expression on Jeongguk's face flashes comically from needy to pained to frustrated, and he huffs out a sigh, shaking his head as if trying to rattle his thoughts free.

"What I was going to say before you so rudely interrupted me, is that we should have dinner soon."

Jeongguk's offer takes a moment to compute, and you stare at him, heavy-blinking, trying to determine whether he is asking you on a date, or if we means more than just the two of you.

"We, as in…"

"You, me, and our men."

"Ah," you respond; that makes sense. "Yeah, we should. That would be fun."

Jeongguk nods, letting his gaze fall once more to your legs before drifting slowly back to your face. "I'll talk to Taehyungah. Perhaps he can host, and I'll cook."

With an incredulous raise of your brow you ask, "Oh, you cook?" in a mocking tone of sheer disbelief.

Jeongguk reaches up and holds his hands over yours, gripping firmly while he leans in, head between the bars and close. From here, you smell his cologne; from here you resist the urge to lean in close and kiss him.

"I happen to be an excellent cook, dollface."

"Is that so?" you ask, voice much less confident than a moment ago.

"That is so," Jeongguk says, then he leans in somehow even closer, making your head spin. "So, it's a date?"

"Yeah," you respond, feeling your heart go wild behind your ribs. "It's a date."

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