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Slithered | JJK | Chapter 1

Pair: Mafia Jungkook x F Reader

Summary: Jungkook was wandering the streets in the middle of the night and coincidentally passed the little flower shop you work at. Due to your odd working hours, you don’t have much socialising on a daily basis much less customers. So just imagine your shock when a handsome man, clad in all black, entered your shop in the ungodly hours of the night. Never would you have thought that the polar opposite of the worlds would collide and cause such a trouble.

Genre: Fluff, mafia au, soft reader

Chapter Warnings: mild violence, mildly creepy JK watching reader close up shop (if anybody does this irl, please smack the living shit out of them. Stay safe!), rape (I won’t go much into detail of this during the scene but it is implied. Do not be insensitive on this topic. For those who are sensitive on this, please do not continue reading)

A/N: Bold is for flashback.

WC: 2579

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Jungkook didn’t know how he ended up in an alley that sells flowers in the dead of the night and neither did he know why he was here. He was taking a stroll in, spending some time to himself when he smelt the citrus scents of the flowers, following them to where it currently led him. Most of the flower shops in this area are closed for the night or temporarily not receiving walk-in customers.

However, there are some shops where they are open and busy. There may be no customers in the shop but orders seem to be piling on the desks where the arrangements are made. Jungkook spotted a swift-moving medium, constantly running from place to place in the shop. He stopped right outside it. The interior was made in a way where the arrangements of flowers made the whole shop seem like a home.

A home full of plants.

But even from outside, Jungkook could clearly see the neat arrangements and lining of the labels. You, on the other hand, were running around the shop, trying to get the necessary flowers and stocks to make the last arrangement before the driver arrived and collected them. This project was big on money and your boss would be furious if you were to ‘fuck it up for him’.

Jungkook entered the shop, doorbell chiming as he pushed open the door. Your head whipped up from your working station, instantly greeting him at the front door.

“Hello! Welcome to Fior Arrangements!” You chirped. It may be two in the morning but you worked the night shift while your other colleagues work the morning and evening shifts. Most of them did not want to work night shifts so you took on the initiative.

Not that you minded.

You never had much of a social life due to your personality and you had always been quite a night owl. Most of the time, there were fewer people at night, which means that packaging orders would be easier than in the daytime.

“Hello.” The young man bowed.

“What brings you here?” You asked, honestly curious as to why a man wearing a full suit with a coat over, would come in the middle of the night. Anybody could see that he was stocked. His boots were, his hair slicked back, and the material of his clothes looked soft to the touch. “Any flowers in mind?

He shook his head.

“Well, every flower has a meaning.” You pointed to the labels on the walls. These are the names and meanings of the flowers. Feel free to look around and call me if you need help!”

Jungkook nodded at you.

As he walked around, reading the labels, he spied a few blurry-looking men walking into the shop. Instinctively, his hand shot to the gun hidden under the lapels of his jacket only for you to cheerily greet them. It shot a pang of jealousy through him.

Why was he jealous? He just met you!

Jungkook silently shook his head to clear his thoughts. With half his attention to his surroundings, he overheard the conversation between you and the men. You seemed to know them very well, conversations easily flowing between you.

“Yep! There are more at the back. You know where that is.” You laughed and Jungkook’s heart felt like it stopped. And started. And stopped and started again. It was so pure and melodious that he would do anything to keep you laughing like that.

“How are your kids, Peng?”

“Not too bad. Just refusing to study as usual.” The guy in the black shirt and oversized jeans told you.

“I mean… It’s kids these days. Plus, I’m sure when we were at their age we didn’t want to study either.” You snickered.

Peng laughed. “True, true. Very true.”

The four men spotted Jungkook walking towards the cashier as you signed the papers and stamped them. Handing them the customer copy, you waved them goodbye and finally headed over to Jungkook.

“Hiya, need help?”

Jungkook nodded.

“Well, what is the occasion?” You asked.

Jungkook didn’t come here for a specific reason. In fact, he didn’t even come up with a reason. So he just shrugged and answered, “Just wanted something calming in the house. It’s far too empty.”

That could by far be the worst lie he ever came up with.

But all you did was nod and head over to the pails of flowers, picking up stock after stock. You then carefully cut off some of the stems and plucked some leaves, arranging them in a glass bottle. Your body covered most of the work at times and Jungkook stayed at where he stood. He didn’t want to spoil the surprise for himself.

You didn’t take long, expert hands moving nimbly to arrange the flowers prettily. You turned over to him with the glass bottle in front of you, walking over to give it to him.

“How’s it?” Jungkook could see that you were nervous. The little ticks of indication like the furrows of your brows and wringing of your fingers behind your back.

“Do you always do this for customers?” Jungkook gently smelt the flowers. Lavender was the most prominent scent.

His favourite and you didn’t even need to ask. The scents weren’t strong and it did was already doing wonders to calm him.

You looked back at him, humming and shaking your head. “Just you and a few other more privileged customers. Seems like you’re one of them on the list now.”

Your eyes sparkled as you turned to him. Perhaps you knew the brands he wore or perhaps you guessed that he was more than rich. But as he brought out his card to pay, you declined him.

“No need. You looked like you needed this. So it’s on the house.” Your smile was blinding and at that moment, Jungkook knew that he would have you even if it took years and years. He would protect you.

You were closing up that day. Usually, the shop is 24 hours and the next colleague of yours who would be doing the morning shift would be the one to clean up the place. However, it was a public holiday and the flower shop was closed. Your boss had given all employees two days’ break so after your shift, you had to tidy up and ensure that all the flowers are placed in their exact locations a the back of the store so that they do not wilt by the time the shop re-opens.

Honestly, you couldn’t be happier. While your job was fairly simple and relaxed, going without a day’s break even on the weekends can truly drain your energy. You don’t have much time to yourself and it can affect you when you are overloaded with your senses.

Turning off the lights, you shut the door and lock it, the door code being with an indication that it has been locked. Scanning your surroundings and patting yourself down, you hummed, glad that you did not forget anything.

As you started to walk back home, you felt an eerie feeling in your gut. One that warns you that something is most certainly not right. The hair on your neck started to stand as you got goosebumps, making a sharp 180-degree turn to walk back to the store. You were instinctively aware that there were more than three pairs of footsteps following you. And every time you sped up or slowed down, they would keep the same pace.

So you did the next best thing your overdriven brain thought.

You ran.

Jungkook was driving his car up the little hill to visit the flower store. He wasn’t sure if you were still on shift then. He knew from silently watching you the past few days that your shift ends at five in the morning. And currently, the time was 5.30 am.

The road got too narrow for Jungkook to continue driving up so he threw his car into parking mode and left.

He was only going to take a while.

But as he got out of the car, he sensed that something was wrong. The air did not feel right and as much as he wished that his sensitivity would not follow him when he was off work, life has its way of throwing stones at him.

A shrill scream broke him out of his trance. If it was anybody else’s scream he probably would have just continued with his plans and walked up the the store. But he recognised the voice - the sound.

Yours.

Your scream - filled with terror and pain.

Without thinking, Jungkook ran towards the approximated direction where he had heard you. Your second scream for help was abruptly cut off making him pump his legs and arms faster. He didn’t want to think of all the horrid things that you might be going through right now. He needed to get to you.

Jungkook came to a stop the moment he saw you, held by your throat, against the wall. Your hair and clothes were in a mess, eyes bloodshot, and valuables strewn everywhere. But the most avergrating thing was the six males standing there, choking you as tears streamed down your cheeks, laughing.

Blood rushed to his head.

How dare they.

How dare they touch you.

Jungkook didn’t care for consequences as he pounced on the men.

You tried to run but they were too fast and too silent for you. You were pinned against the wall and stripped down against your own will.

“Now pretty lady, how about I do the talking and you do the answering?”

You didn’t want to but all you could do was struggle and struggle as they manhandled your body, stripping you bare of your own dignity. You cried and struggled as they took their turns, your body betraying you.

“Hey now, why are you crying, pretty?” They laughed, gagging you. “You’re enjoying it, see?”

Tears streamed down your face. You weren’t. You weren’t.

And yet, you knew that nobody was going to come help you. To come stop these men from doing more than they already did. You were so close - so close - to resigning to your fate when you were suddenly dropped to the ground.

Too tired to keep your eyes fully open, you watched through hooded lids as a mass of black pounded onto the males. You should’ve been scared - you should’ve cowered back, pleading with him to not come for you as well - but you didn’t.

Especially as that mass of black picked you up into his arms, snarling and hissing words that seemed incoherent to you, you felt safe. Perhaps it was the adrenaline doing the job but you curled yourself deeper into him. His hands were gentle, unlike the ones that handled you earlier. These hands were calloused - probably seeing worse days as they skimmed over your naked body - but they were respectful. They did not venture where the rest did and you found yourself wrapped up in a jacket before being lifted up once again.

Unable to keep your eyes open any longer, your head rolled to the side as you blacked out.

Jungkook has seen many things in his short life. Twenty-six years and he has seen death one too many times. But nothing has scared him more than seeing you black out and going limp in his arms. Pressing two fingers on your neck, Jungkook confirmed that you were still breathing. In shock you most certainly were but now Jungkook needed to bring you home and he did not know your address. So the next best thing was to bring you to his home.

As Jungkook’s black Mercedes Benz GT63S pulled up to the front lawn, he hurried out, passing the car keys to the butler and carrying you into the house.

In the midst of the whole case, it completely slipped his mind to inform his family that he was bringing somebody home. All he had done was hurriedly call the group’s private doctor, not caring what the guy was up to.

“Kook, what the hell! You can’t just bring a random person home like this!”

“Oh shit -”

“Fuck that girl is naked!”

“Jeon Jungkook, what the shit is wrong with you?”

“Did you fuck a girl out?”

“JUNGKOOK!”

Jungkook couldn’t be bothered. He’ll explain later. Right now, he needed the doctor to check you over and ensure that other than the physical and psychological trauma you’re going to have once you wake up, you were fine otherwise.

“A little bit of a bump on the back of her head, scratch marks and bruises. That’s about all.” The doctor placed some pills on Jungkook’s bedside table. “I suggest you give these to her, twice a day after meals. Antibiotics. You can give her paracetamol if needed. Ensure that she is kept hydrated.”

Jungkook thanked the doctor and leaned over to cover you with the sheets when the doctor stopped him. “It would be best to clean her up first.”

With that, the doctor left, leaving the six men standing at the threshold of his bedroom door. They watched as he got a few clothes, cleaning you up, making sure to use soft cloths so that you would not wake from the oversensitivity. Only after Jungkook deemed you clean enough did he take out his silk pyjamas and tug them over you.

The boys had silently excused themselves, only leaving Jimin as he helped Jungkook dress and tuck you into bed. Closing the curtains, he turned off the lights, leaving the moonlight on so that the room would not be encased in total darkness with the possibility of scaring you if you woke up without him there.

Jungkook knew that the topic at hand would not be easy to talk about and he most certainly knows that he was in the wrong as well. Well, a little bit in the wrong.

He would never apologise for bringing a person in need home, much less you. So as Jimin and he entered the living room, the boys were all seated, faces holding stoic glares.

“Jungkook -” Hobi hyung started.

“She works at the flower shop. She was the one I told you about - the reason why my room has a glass of flowers.”

“Still, you cannot just bang her up and -”

“She was raped.”

The silence in the room was pregnant and suddenly everybody’s breathing sounded too loud.

“I parked the car in the middle of the hill as it was getting too narrow for me to pass through. I couldn’t get there fast enough. By the time I reached, she was already taken.” Jungkook harshly rubbed his face with his hands. He wished that he could’ve been there earlier - faster. If only work hadn’t kept him up, the whole situation wouldn’t even have happened.

A soft hand landed on his shoulder, patting him gently. “Don’t beat yourself over it, Kook. It was good that you made it there.”

“But I couldn’t stop her from -” His throat choked up. He just couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence.

“Some things are inevitable.” He looked up from his crouched position to look at Namjoon Hyung. “What matters is that you got there.”

Jungkook nodded.

“I think today was more than enough of a fulfilling night. Let’s go to bed.” Seokjin Hyung called out and grunts of agreement were heard as everybody got to their feet.

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jeonggukieverse · 3 years

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8. With mafia jungkook please

stay safe <3

The East End

Pairing: MafiaJungkook x Reader

Genre: Established Relationship, angst(?), Fluffy ending

Warnings: some swearing, implied attempted s3xual assault

Word count: 4.0k+

A/N: Anon, hope you like it! It was a really good prompt

8 : “I can’t stay mad at you, you’re too precious”

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At this moment you felt awkward and out of place. You were sat with a group of women you didn’t particularly like, in a place you don’t particularly like, talking about things you don’t particularly like.

But you were here to support Jungkook.

To anyone with eyes it was painfully obvious that you and Jungkook were an odd couple. You were different in almost every facet of your lives. From everything from the way you dressed to the way you were raised. Jungkook came from a very rich family. They were a well-respected consumer electronics manufacturing company.

Or so you thought, up until 4 years ago. When Jungkook sat you down and told you he was in love with you.

You had known for a while. See, you had already been together 6 years at this point and you had told him you loved him several times and he would never say it back but you knew he felt it.

Jungkook wasn’t a person to tell you how he’s feeling, he’d show you. And you felt his love in things he did; in the way he’d kiss your forehead when he thought you were sleeping, in the way he would play your favourite song in the car when he knew you weren’t having a good day, in the way that his eyes lingered on you whenever he thought you weren’t looking. You felt his love every day and it made you feel warm and safe.

That’s your Jungkook. Warm and safe. Yet during his confession, you felt a slight shift in his demeanour. Despite him being completely devoted to you, you still felt outside of him. He hadn’t let you in, at least not all the way. Until that day.

“______, I love you. But would you love me if you knew who I really was?”

You were a little taken aback by the question. Had this not been the real him? How could it not have been? Sure, he was a little closed off and cold at the start but he thawed, he allowed you to love him and he loved you.

“Of course, I would” you replied with a slight twinge of inquisitiveness in your tone. You wanted to assure him but you wanted to know what he was keeping from you.

“Then I think it’s only fair to tell you everything and let you make your choice from there; I owe you at least that much” he said as he maintained eye contact with you.

1 hour. Jungkook spent 1 hour revealing to you that he was in the mafia. He told you every sordid detail. How many pounds of drugs his men have distributed in different countries, how money and people are handled, how people he’s killed and he explained the ins and outs of the gangs hierarchy. It was in this hour that you learned, he wasn’t just a member but the son of the don. In other words, he was the man next in line to take over.

This overwhelmed you into complete silence. He gazed at you, accepting that he’d lost you.

“I completely understand if you would like to distance yourself from me. I can have it arrange that any public record of us interacting will be destroyed and ill arrange so people who know of our relationship will keep silent about it. This life will be very dangerous for you if you continue to be tied to me, I recognise that and I would never want to put that burden on anyone innocent, especially you _____” He rushed out the words without looking at you.

Your eyes darted towards him in confusion.

“When did you hear me say I wanted any of that. I wasn’t fucking kidding when I said I loved you. Nothing you could say to me could change that. And nothing you’ve told me tonight has made me think you’re less of the man I already know you to be. Regardless of all of that, you’re still my Jungkook and I’m your _____.” You stated with absolute conviction. There was no room for debate

“But baby, once you are associated with this life, you can’t leave. It imprisons you and I want you to be free” he stated again in pure honesty.

“How could I be free when I’m not with you?”

And that was it, you were now in Jungkook’s world. He had let you in, completely.

It was only weeks after his confession that his father fell gravely ill and passed away. It was all so sudden that overnight Jungkook became the ruler of the city. Everyone now answered to him. He was the leader, the boss, the don and you were his lady, you were his right arm, you were his support. And you happy to be everything he needed you to be.

That’s how you found yourself in your current predicament. Attending a charity ball with Jungkook. He had picked out your dress, it was beautiful, silk spaghetti Strap dress that stopped just below your knees. It was paired with a pair of pointed high heel pumps. All black of course. To match Jungkook’s tailored black suit. He looked amazing in it; you couldn’t help but admire him from across the room as he spoke to his associates. He was perfect.

“_____. Earth to _____! We’re discussing important stuff here. You can’t just be ogling the don the whole night hahah” Nayeon chuckled.

“Oh sorry, I guess I was just a little distracted” you replied. That was true but could you be blamed for not paying attention to what they were saying. You had come to learn that every conversation with these girls was just a massive pissing contest. The fundamental core of every exchange between them was ‘my boyfriend/fiancé is better than yours so that means I’m better than you’. Take this current conversation for example.

“Like I was saying, Jimin and I went to this wonderful place in the east end called ‘ goûts de luxe’ and it was absolutely amazing. We ended up spending $45,000” gushed jeongyeon.

“That’s such a coincidence! Yoongi and I went to the same place and we ended up spending $75,000! Hahah oh my goodness, it’s so easy to spend money in there, right?” retorted Jihyo.

You rested the urge to roll your eyes at the blatant attempts to outdo each other. It was giving you second-hand embarrassment but you try and not be too judgmental cause these girls all grew up in the same world, they all had fathers and brothers and uncles in the gang so this was a norm for them. The men tried to kill each other and the woman try to get one up on each other. It was the natural order of this world.

“_____” Jihyo turned to you, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Have you and Jungkook been to anywhere nice in east end?” she asked. The whole group turned to you in expectance.

“Oh my gosh. The girlfriend of the don, you must have been to the most expensive places there” Nayeon said. I think people expect you to be a certain way as Jungkook’s girlfriend. I think they expecting you to be spending his money like its limitless and go to places no one would ever dream of but that wasn’t the case. Your and Jungkook’s relationship was pretty normal. You weren’t extravagant, you were just normal.

“Actually no, Jungkook said I’m not allowed in East End. It’s too dangerous for me.” You stated, expecting them just to move onto a different topic. Instead, you were met with a chorus of snickers and chortles.

“Aww that’s so cute! But he must not think very highly of you if he thinks east end is too much for you” Jeongyeon explained in a condescending tone.

“What do you mean?” you enquired, starting to feel a little small under their patronising scrutiny.

“Oh, it’s nothing to be scared of. It’s just that we’ve been going to east end since we were children. Yeah, there are some unsavoury characters but nothing too bad. It’s just funny that he doesn’t think you could handle that.” Jihyo said still giggling between words.

“Right! We all used to go to east end all the time. That was one of Jungkook’s favourite places.” Nayeon added.

“Yeah! He used to love that place near the old arcade cause they sold his favourite mulled wine.”

On the drive home the words of the three girls lingered in your mind. Did he really think that you couldn’t handle yourself? You’re the dins girlfriend for goodness sake, how bad does it look that he thinks you’re so frail and weak that you can’t handle a few creeps. You’ll show him! You’ll get Hobi to drive you to east end tomorrow and you’re going to buy Jungkook that stupid wine and shove it in his stupid face that you are capable of defend yourself.

“Something on your mind sweetheart? I’ve had Justin Bieber on for 10 minutes and you haven’t complained once” Jungkook questioned.

“I’m fine” you snapped. You couldn’t help but be a little mad at him, he really didn’t think much of you at all. There was so much he had said you were not allowed to do cause it was too ‘dangerous’ but all this time it’s been because he doesn’t think you can.

“Woah, what happened there? Did I do something wrong? Look baby, I know you hate those balls but its compulsory I attend.” Unbelievable.

He gauges from your lack of response that you didn’t want to speak any further. He let out an exasperated sigh and just focused on driving, unsure of how to appease the situation.

When you both arrived home, the silence still remained. Right from when you stepped foot in your apartment right up till you both got into bed. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and said that he loved you as you pretended to already be asleep. He rolled over and finally closed his eyes.

You waited until you heard his breaths even out and you crept out of bed and grabbed your phone.

You dialled Hobi’s number hoping that he’d be awake. He was! So, you arranged with him to pick you up at 10am so you could drive to east end and get Jungkook his favourite wine. Hobi seemed hesitant to take oblige your request. Did everyone think you were this incapable? You assured him you’d be fine, just in and out. He complied and you both hung up.

You crept back into your side of the bed. Jungkook must have felt your presence return because just as soon as you settled me rolled over still in his slumber and wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer.

‘don’t worry Kookie, I’ll make you proud. I’ll show you that you didn’t make a mistake by letting me into your world. I’ll show you; I can do this’ you silently promised him.

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You were awoken at 9am by the loud call of your phone alarm. You tried to turn it off before it woke up Jungkook. Luckily, you looked over to find the love of your life still deep in slumber.

You quietly crept around your bedroom getting ready to leave. You did your hair and made to conscious decision to dress in all black today. You rarely wore black, that was more Jungkook’s aesthetic but today you thought you should represent him in anyway you could.

At 10am on the dot you saw Hobi pull the car into the entrance of your and Jungkook’s apartment. You hopped in.

“Morning Hobi”

“Morning _____. I know this may not be my place to say but it would be uneasy on my conscience if I didn’t ask: are you sure you want to go there? The wine your looking for can be found in city centre. The outskirt of the city isn’t a place I recommend being. Especially for you.”

You were growing increasingly frustrated with this constant questioning of your ability to look out for yourself. This time you decided to be fully transparent with Hobi about why you wanted to go and hopefully he’d understand.

“Hobi, this isn’t just about the wine. My boyfriend is the most powerful man in not only the city but the entire country. He’s done heinous things, things he can’t even bare himself to tell me. He oversees hundreds and thousands of people, in control of every one of their lives. He oversees the transfer of millions of dollars every day. People are terrified of him when he walks into a room. That’s the kind of power he holds. And he has chosen to be with me. He’s let me into your world and trusted me to be an extension of himself. A representative of him as the person he’s chosen to love. How weak must I make him look if I can’t even be trusted to go buy wine in a less than reputable side of town? What must people think of him when they look at me? I can’t do that to him. I can’t be the reason he looks weak. So, I have to toughen up and I have to do this.” You affirmed.

Hobi was silent for a few seconds but he let out a sigh and nodded in agreement. He didn’t say anything but you knew he agreed and you were grateful he was seeing thing from your side.

The drive to east end was an odd one. You and Jungkook liked in one of the most secure and expensive places dead in the centre of the city but the more you drove away from that security the more your confidence began to fade. The expensive boutique’s you were used to driving by were now replaced by broken down gas stations. The young women walking their dogs had turned into men covered in black, eyeing up your car with the upmost suspicion.

You began to waver; you were just about to ask Hobi to turn around but the care had come to an abrupt stop. You had stopped at a passageway.

“The shop you want is just a 2-minute walk passed the arcade ______. Need me to come with you?” he asked

“No.” you replied. You really did want him to come with you but your pride wouldn’t allow the company. So, you hopped out of the car and began to walk up the street.

Like you said, you and Jungkook grew up in different worlds but that doesn’t mean you didn’t grow up well off. You were very fortunate to have been brought up in an average suburban neighbourhood with neighbours that exchanged pleasantries when they saw each other. The places you grew up were worlds apart from Jungkook’s but they were universes apart from this place. It was hard to believe it was the same city. This place looks like it had been forgotten by time. Things looked run down and broken. Buildings looking sad and cold. Roads were broken and cracked. The people, the people just looked like any light that was in them was snuffed out years ago. That’s the best way to describe this place. Dark. And you were afraid. But you had to do this. You had to do this for him.

You had been so busy trying to console yourself in your mind, you hadn’t noticed a dark figure looming in the shadows.

“Hey beautiful. Tell me, what brings you round here.” A man croaked. His voice sounded like gravel, it was harsh and coarse. Even in his attempt to sound flirtatious it sounded threatening; it left a pit in your stomach.

” Who said that?” you replied desperately trying to maintain your composure

“Over here princess. I must say, you look absolutely divine today. You didn’t answer my question though, what brings you round here? A little flower like you could get seriously hurt in a place like this” his slimy voice rumbled in your ears as he finally sauntered into you sight.

His voice matched him perfectly. He had a gaunt pale little face, his little left eye was obstructed with a black, bushy eyebrow, while his right eye disappeared entirely beneath a waterfall of long greasy black hair. He was tall. He towered over you with each step he took in your direction. His crooked mouth, encapsulated by a pair of calloused lips was upturned into a smirk.

You were terrified of him.

“I’ve seen you before. You’re the little girlfriend of that CEO of that huge electronics company, right? You were both on the cover of Forbs magazine last year when his company finally broke 1 billion. If he makes that kind of money, I wonder how much he would be willing to pay to get you back if you went missing” he pondered, with his intentions clear in his tone. This triggered your fight or flight and you began to run. You didn’t know where you were running, you just ran.

You ran for 10 seconds before you felt a hand reach out and grab you from behind and pull you into them.

“Thought you could run away from me? Nah, you’re too valuable sweetheart. Plus, while we set your bounty, how about we have a little fun? I haven’t seen someone as pretty as you for a while, I’m gonna enjoy you as much as I can” He panted into your neck.

Your body began to shake out of sheer terror and the tears ran down your face as you began to sob. They were right. Everyone was right. This place was too much for you. You had been told by so many people not to come here but your pride had done this to you. And all you could do now was think of Jungkook and how much you regretted everything that brought you here.

As began to feel rough hands slip up your shirt, you closed your eyes and attempted to imagine you were somewhere else. This was it you though, ‘I’m sorry Jungkook’

Suddenly you felt the weight of the predator behind you be lifted. You fell to the floor upon his release and turned to see what had happened.

There he stood. Staring down at you. Sheer worry on his face.

“_____. Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

“No Jungkook, I’m fine” you said through blubs.

Seeing you this distraught only fuelled Jungkook’s rage as he turned to the man that lay on the floor. Jungkook stalked towards the man now laying on the ground and gave the man a swift kick to the stomach. You watched in absolute horror as your boyfriend, the man kissed you every morning before you went to work, savagely beat this man. His fists flailed uncontrollably and each kick the was dealt was more brutal than the last. You had never seen him so embodied in rage. It was scary.

The beating went on for 5 minutes, it was only when the man was unconscious that he finally stopped. Jungkook’s pale face now covered in blood, the black clothes that hung on his body were now stained darker in areas. His long hair how dripping in swear hung on his forehead almost like a curtain shielding his eyes from what he had done.

You knew Jungkook was in the mafia. But you hadn’t really processed it, till now.

“Lets go” He said in a stoic voice without looking at you “the car is this way. I drove here and told Hoseok to go home. I glad he called me when he did.”

You stood up and scurried over to his side, trying your best to avoid looking at the bloodied body lying in the middle of the dark alley. He took your hand in his, the blood now spreading between your fingers. It was a dirty feeling but you endured it because holding onto Jungkook was the only thing you wanted right now.

The walk back to the car is silent, you were too nervous to say anything. Nervous and completely embarrassed.

You both got to the car and sat down. The mood is still awkward.

“I’ve called a physician to the house to come a check you out and make sure your not hurt.” He said, tone still ice cold.

“No, that’s not necessary. I’m fin- “

“Why can you never do as you’re fucking told! Why do you never listen to what the fuck I’m saying. I know you think you know best all the fucking time but maybe take a break, get of your high horse, swallow your pride and just fucking listen?!” he yelled, finally looking at you. Though you wish he wasn’t. You wanted to argue back and tell him not to raise his voice at you but he was right. He was right about everything and you were so ashamed for it. You looked out of the window for the entire ride home, to humiliated to look in his direction.

You had been home for 6 hours. The physician had come and gone; as you assumed, you were fine but she recommended you rested at home for a few days. Jungkook had showered, changed and shut himself away in his study since you had been back.

You hated when he was upset with you so, you decided to bite the bullet and do what was right.

You knocked on his study door.

“Come in” he called.

You took a deep breath before pushing his door open. He gazed up at you as you entered, expression completely unreadable as you walked towards his desk.

“hi” you muttered as you stood awkwardly before him.

“Hi, are you ready to tell me what the fuck you thought you were doing?” you flinched at his tone.

“I just…I just wanted to make you proud. I wanted to show that was capable of going to places that you all went to. I wanted to be strong like the other girls. Like you. I’m so sorry Jungkook” you said with tears in your eyes.

It sounded like a silly motivation once you’d said it out loud. You looked down in embarrassment. You really just risked your life to prove some childish point to be like women you don’t even like.

As you stared at your feet like a scolded school child, you felt a large pair of arms ingulf you into a hard chest.

“You’re so stupid, do you know that?” he said as he let out a soft chuckle. “Those girls were talking about the upper east end, not the lower east. Upper east is where the rich assholes go to buy expensive shit they don’t need. Lower east is where people go to get killed. Plus, they don’t go to any parts of east end unless they’re with one of us. Cause even they know that area is not a place fore someone on their own.”

You took in what he was saying. You really were stupid, huh.

“I don’t tell you not to do things because I don’t think your capable or strong enough. I tell you because I want to keep you safe. I told you being with me is dangerous so your safety is always my priority. You are my world. I couldn’t lose you; it would destroy me. You are the most important person in my life and I love you. Stupid” he said gazing down at you.

“So, you’re not mad at me anymore?” you questioned, looking up at him with a tearstained face, red nose and puffy cheeks.

“I can’t stay mad at you, you’re too precious”

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