We have work days usually on Friday to work on whatever upcoming assignments we have due. I have a lot of costume work (mostly detailing) left for me and theoretically I want everything done by like 3 and I get out of class at 2. Tomorrow is Friday. Which might be a work day for my only class. All of my upcoming assignments r done. I could show up (which would get me out of bed dressed and moving) and then if it’s a work day leave for my costume. This is a very good idea actually I will be doing this

Heathens- Chapter 1 “The psychopath sitting next to you”

This is a dark! Winchester AU

John’s wires got a little crossed when his wife Mary was murdered. So maybe he didn’t raise his three children right. Maybe that’s why his oldest son Dean has a voracious appetite for violence and sex. Maybe that’s why Sam has a blood lust that is unnatural to say the least. And maybe that’s why his precious daughter Y/n fits them all like a glove. She’s a perfect mixture of all three of them and is the glue that holds this dysfunctional, homicidal family together.

Warnings: This is really dark and will include non-con/ rape, dub-con, murder, torture, drug use, sex trafficking, prostitution, BDSM elements, Daddy kink, violence, angst, smut, incest, wincest, sister!wincest, father/daughter incest, M/M, M/F/M, M/M/F/M.

A/N:This is set around season one. Dean is 24, Sam is 20, and Y/n is 18.  For the purpose of this story Mary did not die when Sam was 6 months old, but instead died when Y/n was 6 months old.  I was inspired by the song Heathens by 21 Pilots.  All mistakes are mine.  

Word Count: 4,412

PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS! THIS IS VERY DARK AND INTENDED FOR 18+ ONLY! LOTS OF TRIGGERS HERE!  

All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse Welcome to the room of people Who have rooms of people that they loved one day Docked away Just because we check the guns at the door Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades You're lovin' on the psychopath sitting next to you You're lovin' on the murderer sitting next to you You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?" But after all I've said, please don't forget

The  music was loud, bass thumping in your chest as your body swayed and gyrated on the dance floor.  Bodies brushed against each other as the crowd writhed to the beat like one large moving entity.  Your eyes were closed, arms raised in the air as your hips swung from side to side.  Your head fell back as you lost yourself to the thrum of the music, the rest of the world disappeared in the moment.  

"Damn, would you look at her. Fucking hot as hell." Blue eyes drank in your body as it moved on the crowded dance floor.  

"Yeah, Y/n is something else."  A smirk curled Sam's lips as he sat at the bar next to your admiring stranger, his own eyes were already glued to your body, watching  your every move with interest.  

The man beside Sam startled at Sam's comment not expecting a response to his rhetorical statement.  In fact, he hadn't meant to give voice to his thoughts in the first place.  

"Uh, she with you?" The blonde haired man asked with uncertainty in his voice as his eyes left your body to glance in Sam's direction. Even sitting Sam towered over the other man.  

"Nahh." Sam chuckled as he brought his beer bottle to his lips.  "She's my brother's."  

As if on cue thick arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against a solid wall of muscled flesh.  Dean's head dipped to the curve of your neck, placing one soft chaste kiss against your damp sweat covered skin as his body began to move behind you.  His large hands moved to grip at your grinding hips, pulling you back tighter to his body as he moved with you.  Your arms reached up behind you and circled Dean's neck, fingertips danced through the back of his hair as you shamelessly ground back against him.  

"Looks like you have an admirer sweetheart." Dean purred against your ear as he locked eyes on the blonde haired blue eyed man at the bar who was still staring at you.  

"Yeah?" Your eyes fluttered open to scan the general direction that Dean had you facing.  Your eyes landed on Sam first and your lips curled into a smile as he shot you a wink.  

"Yeah.  Blondie over there is practically drooling on himself."  Dean chuckled against your ear as his hands moved from your hips to carress down the outside of your thighs until his fingers found flesh below the short hem of your denim skirt.  "What do you say princess, you want to play tonight?"  His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, blunt nails raked over your skin as he drug his hands up higher, making your already short skirt hitch higher on your legs, almost showing the soft pink lace hidden beneath.  

You shuddered at the feel of his rough hands on your skin and the deep timber of his voice against your ear.  You spun in his arms, pressing tight to his hard body as your hips rolled to his and his hands gripped at your rounded ass.

"I always want to play De." A mischievous grin spread across your face.

"That's my girl." Dean chuckled.  His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your ass giving the globes a hard squeeze as he kissed the tip of your nose.  

Dean's hands left your ass to take your hands in his as he turned and lead you both over to the bar.  You smiled as you reached Sam, sliding an arm around his waist and giving him a hug as he dipped his head and placed a kiss to your temple.  

"I saw you watching my girl." Dean raised an eyebrow as he locked eyes with the blonde man.

The man's face fell and he stuttered over his words while shifting nervously on his bar stool now that he faced the towering wall that was Dean. "Well I, um, I..."

Dean laughed and you giggled at the man's nervousness.  "It's cool man." Dean smirked and clapped the guy on his shoulder making him flinch.  "I don't mind.  I mean look at her.  She's gorgeous."  Dean turned his jade eyes to you as his hand moved automatically to gently cup your face, his thumb ran lightly over the flushed skin of your cheek as he smiled down at you.  

"She is definitely beautiful." the blonde added as his own lust filled eyes turned back to you.

It didn't take long for you to find out your admirer was already more than a little intoxicated, his name was Randy, and he was just passing through Kansas on his way to the coast.  

"I'm staying at the motel across the street." Randy smiled at you with hope filled eyes.  "Maybe we can head over there and continue this little party."

A grin curled your lip gloss coated lips and you ran your fingertips down Randy's chest teasingly, feeling his muscles tense at your touch. "Hmm, that sounds like fun." You practically purred as you batted your long lashes at him.  

"So, Randy why don't you head on over to your room and we'll meet you there after we settle our tab?" Dean smiled as he pulled you in against his side possessively.  

"Yeah." He grinned a lopsided grin at you before Dean's words had a real chance to register but once they did Randy began to stutter. " Wait.  What? A-all...all of you?" Randy's eyes went wide as he looked between you, Sam, and Dean.  

"Well Randy, if I am going to be nice enough to let you have a go at my girl then I am sure you won't mind if me and my brother watch." Dean huffed before bringing his beer up to his lips.  "Plus what kind of man would I be if I didn't make sure she was safe. I mean you could be some psycho."  He added with a smirk on his full lips.

"Um, yeah." Randy looked hesitant but finally sucked in a breath and nodded his head, all it took was a look at your sultry grin and the way your tongue darted out to drag over your bottom lip to convince him it was a good idea to invite three strangers to his room. "Yeah, okay.  That seems fair."  

Dean's palms itched, he wanted a fight.  He wanted to pummel this douchebag who had the nerve to covet what was his.  But, Dean didn't get what he wanted.  Randy went down without any fight.  He was too wrapped up in his lust for you to see the trap that was so obviously laid out for him.  He was too easy to get on the bed on his back.  It had been a simple task to get his arms above his head so Sam could tie him to the headboard.  

It was only once Randy was tethered that reality started to sink in and his drunken brain caught up to the severity of the situation.  

"You really are stupid.  Aren't ya Randy?" Dean laughed darkly as he stared down at the man's panic filled gaze. "You really thought I would let you touch what's mine?"

"Please." Randy begged as tears streamed down his flushed cheeks.  "Please don't kill me.  I'm sorry."  His eyes darted from Dean's cold emerald eyes to the shiny glint of steel held in Dean's hand.  

"Oh I'm not going to kill you." Dean's mouth quirked up in a sinful smirk and relief instantly washed across Randy's features.  "She is."  Dean nodded in your direction where you stood at the foot of the bed slowly peeling off your clothing piece by piece.  

"Please. Please don't do this. I'll do anything." Randy began to protest and panic once more as you climbed your naked body over his clothed form until you were sitting on his lap.  

"He's all yours princess." Dean grinned at you as he placed the large chef's knife into your smaller hand.  His lips crashed against yours as you curled your fingers around the hilt while Dean kissed you until you were breathless.  "Make us proud baby."  He whispered against your lips before pulling back and settling his body beside Randy's head against the head board so he had a close-up view of the action.

Your body shivered in anticipation as you gripped the knife in your hand.  Your eyes moved from Dean to Sam, who mirrored his brother's body on the other side of the bed.  Both men stared at you with hungry eyes as you sat unashamedly bare on your victim.  

"Remember baby, not too deep.  You want to make it last." Sam grinned at you, pride evident in his eyes and you nodded enthusiastically in response.  

It only took a flick of your wrist to slice through the thin t-shirt that separated Randy's bare skin from you.  You peeled the ruined fabric away and your fingers danced over the unmarred flesh that was revealed.  He was like a blank canvas that was begging to be painted and you were more than eager to begin.  

The knife was sharp, Dean always made sure of that, so the first slice was like cutting through butter.  You felt the first surge of pleasure course through you as you watched the line of crimson appear on his pale skin.  You moaned as the red rivulet ran across his flesh while Randy cried out in pain.  

Every cut that split open his flesh sent a wave of arousal through you that settled at your core. You soon found yourself rolling your hips, grinding down against Randy's denim covered crotch.  The scratchy feel of the rough fabric against your bare slit fueled your desire but did nothing to scratch the itch.  

The next carving of skin was right down the middle of his chest, this cut deeper.  The blood seeped freely to pool against Randy's sternum and the man screamed under you.  

"Shut up." Dean scowled as he looked down at your captive.  "Take it like a man." Dean gave Randy a hard glare and a harder slap to his cheek.  

"Please, please stop." Randy sobbed and pleaded as you continued to carve random patterns into his once pristine flesh.  "I'll do anything, please.  You can have all my money.  I won't tell anyone, just please stop." Randy began to blubber.  

"Jesus, shut this fucker up Sammy."  Dean rolled his eyes as he looked over at his brother.  "He is ruining my hard on."

Sam chuckled and pushed up from his reclined position to grab a dirty sock from the motel room floor.  With a smirk he easily shoved the smelly garment into Randy's mouth muffling the man's cries.  

You couldn't stop the wicked grin from curling your lips or the grind of your hips as you looked from brother to brother.  Their eyes were locked on you, pupils blown as they stared hungrily at you as you played.  A moan spilled from your lips as your hips pressed down harder to the squirming man trapped beneath you.  The rough denim of his jeans created sweet friction against your slick folds as you ground shamelessly against him.  

You were no longer concerned with the pattern you had been intricately drawing in Randy's flesh instead you were making random cuts and stabs into his skin as your eyes stayed glued to Sam and Dean.  A needy whine pushed its way up your throat as you watched Sam adjust the thick outline of his cock in his jeans just as Dean's tongue slipped from between his teeth to roll against his full bottom lip.  

You whimpered as you continued to roll your lower body against the man beneath you.  Your body felt like it was on fire, watching the fear dance across Randy's face mixed with the wet scarlet lines that painted his body had your own body vibrating with need.  You were growing more frustrated by the second.  Your slick core clenched and fluttered around nothing with every stab as you slid the knife home into his chest.  

"What's the matter baby girl?" Dean's lust blown eyes locked on yours as your face scrunched up with your growing need.  "You need something?"  

"I wanna cum De, please." You whined as you made a long shallow gash across Randy's abdomen.  

Dean and Sam both chuckled but it was Dean who moved from his spot.  He rose up to his knees at your side, reaching out to gently brush the loose hair from your face.  "Always such a needy little girl." Dean cooed as he moved until he was kneeling behind you.  

Dean wrapped his arms around your middle as he pressed the hard line of his body to your back.  A groan bubbled up in your throat as you felt his breath against the shell of your ear while one of his strong hands groped at your breast. He pulled and pinched at your hard nipple until you were squirming harder against him.  

"Dean please." Your voice came out as a breathy whine as Dean rutted his thick bulge against the soft flesh of your ass.  

"God I love watching you like this princess." Dean almost growled against your ear before his lips trailed hot wet kisses down the curve of your neck to your shoulder.  "So fucking hot."

Dean's dick was hard as steel trapped beneath the tight confines of his jeans as he ground against the soft flesh of your ass.  Watching you work some random guy over always got him unbelievably hard.  It was the look in your eye, that sparkle, that glint of insanity that drove him wild.  Mix that with the mischievous grin on your face and the almost girlish giggles that spilled from your lips as you sank the knife into flesh and Dean was done for.  

"Dean." You whined once more as you pushed back against the hard length of him and his teeth raked across the skin of your shoulder.  "I need it."  

Dean grinned as he peered over your shoulder at Randy, his dark gaze locked on the man's wide eyes as he spoke again. "Want your big brother to fuck you baby sis? Is that what you need?  Need your big brother's cock inside that tight little pussy?"  

Dean didn't think Randy's eyes could get any wider but he was wrong.  The look on Randy's face was priceless as Dean's words registered in his addled brain. His reaction made Dean huff a soft laugh before his mouth went back to work on your soft skin.  

"Yes Dean please, please fuck me." You reached back with one hand, fingers tunneling through your brother's hair as your other hand jabbed the knife into Randy's side making him scream against the dirty sock in his mouth.  

The urge to be buried to the hilt inside of your clutching pussy made him pull his throbbing cock suddenly from his jeans.  Dean groaned as his hands gripped your hips and he roughly pulled you back, throwing you off balance as he angled you where he wanted you.  The force of the tug caused you to let go of the knife and fall forward with your hands planted on either side of Randy's head and your breasts grazed against his bloody chest.  

Dean's eyes consumed your form before him and he moaned at the sight of your weeping slit. He didn't think he had ever felt so hard in his life as he did right now. He was quick to line the head of his cock up with your slick entrance and in one brutal thrust he buried himself to the root.  You bit your bottom lip hard as your head snapped back and you tried to contain your cry.  

Dean's thrusts were almost violent as he slammed into your clutching walls again and again.  The beast had been awoken inside of him, and when the beast was awake it had to be fed.  His grunts mixed with your whimpered mewls and created a pornographic symphony as your bodies collided.  You felt the tension building deep within your core as every thrust of his magnificent cock hit your sweet spot.  With the feel of your slick coated walls fluttering and tightening around his cock Dean gripped harder at your hips until your body spasmed with your orgasm.

“Fuck.” Dean grunted as you pussy clamped around his pistoning cock.  Your velvet core clenched as your sweet honey spilled around his cock and your own wordless cry echoed his.  Your body shook beneath him as he continued his pounding assault.  

Your hair fell around your face as Dean's thrust bounced your body back and forth over the restrained body beneath you.  You couldn't stop the sadistic smile that curled your lips as you looked down into Randy's panic-filled eyes.  Your moans grew louder, your hot breath washing over his face even as he sobbed under you.  

Dean dug his fingers harder into your flesh, blunt nails biting at the skin as he released a barrage of thrusts into your quaking cunt.  The force of his thrusts drove you down onto your forearms for support and your chest crushed against Randy's.  Your slick coated Dean's cock and dripped from his heavy balls as they slapped at your clit while your body turned crimson as it slid against the cooling puddles on Randy's chest.  Another orgasm was building steadily inside of you, the pleasure burning through every fiber of your being as your tongue darted out to lick up the tears that slid down your captive's reddened cheeks.  

"Do it." Dean barked through clenched teeth as he fought to hold back his own release. "Kill him."

“Dean!” You cried as your back bowed and your hand gripped the knife once more.  You were quick to bring the blade across Randy's throat.  The warm arterial spray painting your face and neck just as your orgasm crested and your body spasmed almost violently.  

“That’s it baby, cum for me.” Dean grunted as his felt his own ending near.  His hips began to falter as your pussy pulsed and milked at his shaft while the smell of blood and sex filled his nostrils.  "Fuck, so good.”

Your body caved under the pleasure and the jolt of each of his thrusts until your stomach was flush with the now corpse under you and still Dean plowed into you.  His hands cupped your waist and pinned you as he chased his release.  Dean drove his cock to the hilt again and again until he roared with the force of his climax, hitting his peak and calling out your name.  His hot thick seed filled you to overflowing as his body finally collapsed against your own.  

You had no time to recover.  As soon as Dean pulled his softening cock from your dripping slit and moved away Sam was on you.  His large hands tangling in your sweat-dampened locks to pull your mouth up to his.  A deep moan filled Sam's throat as he tongue swept along your blood soaked cheek before his lips crashed against yours hungrily.

The taste of copper in your mouth mixed with the taste that was Sam's and Sam's alone made you moan against his lips.  Your blood soaked hands pushed against Randy's chest as you rose up on your knees eager to please your other brother.  

A yelp of surprise fell from your kiss swollen lips as a strong arm around your waist suddenly pulled you from Sam's grip.  Dean lifted you easily from the bed and lowered you to your feet.  

"What the fuck Dean?" Sam growled in anger as you were torn from his grasp.  

"Get dressed." Dean threw a towel at you before righting his own clothing.  

"Dean." Sam narrowed his eyes as he stared at his older brother.  

Dean finally turned his olive gaze towards Sam who had risen to stand at the edge of the bed.  Sam's fists were clenched at his side and his nostrils flared. His body was almost vibrating with need and now anger.  

"You can fuck her in the car Sammy.  We need to get out of here." Dean was quick to dismiss his little brother, turning his back on him and pulling his cell phone from his jacket pocket.  

"This is bullshit." Sam grumbled under his breath as he watched you wipe what blood you could from your body with just the cheap hotel towel before you hastily threw your clothes back on.  

"Crowley." Dean spoke into his phone. "Need you to do some clean up." He quickly gave the address to the hotel and the room number before hanging up the phone abruptly and ushering you all out of the room.  

*************************** "Hey princess." John smiled as you came bouncing into his study where he sat behind his desk.  

"Hi Daddy." You gave your father a warm smile as you moved around the desk to greet him.  

John wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in against him as your lips met his in a greeting kiss.  "Did you and your brothers have a good time tonight?"  John asked as he slid his chair back and pulled you down to sit in his lap, completely ignoring the fact that you had dried blood splattered over your smooth flesh.

"Yeah, mostly." You gave him a half smile.

"Mostly?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

You opened your mouth to speak but the sound of your brothers bickering interrupted you.

"It's bullshit Dean and you know it." Sam scoffed as he entered the room with Dean right behind him.

"Sorry little brother but she's mine so I decide when, where, and if you get to fuck her.  If you got a problem with that then you need to take it up with Dad." Dean crossed his arms against his chest as he leaned against the doorway.

"You are such a jerk." Sam grumbled as he slumped down into one of the leather club chairs in front of John's desk.

"And you're being  a whiny little bitch." Dean scowled.

You whimpered softly, you hated when your brothers fought, especially when they were fighting over you.  You tucked your face into the curve of John's neck and he stroked your back softly.

"Dad, tell Dean he has to share.  He can't keep Y/n all to himself." Sam looked at his father with almost pleading eyes.

"What are you twelve?" Dean chortled as he eyed his brother. "Dad, you gave her to me.  She's mine so I can do whatever I want with her." Dean moved further into the room.  

John sighed and shook his head. "Boys, we've talked about this."  He scrubbed his hand down his face. "You both are acting like children and you are upsetting your sister." John continued to stroke your back as you clung to him.  "Yes I did give her to you Dean, but you still have to share with your brother."

"I did share.  I let him fuck her in the car." Dean rolled his eyes. "He's just pissed because I didn't want to stick around so he could screw her over the corpse. That one took longer than usual and we needed to get out of there."  

"Sweetheart," John gently gripped your chin between his thumb and finger as he lifted your head so you would look at him.  "Why don't you go get cleaned up and wait for me in my room while I talk to your brothers?"

You nodded your head. "Okay Daddy."  John kissed the tip of your nose and gave your bottom a light slap as you slipped from his lap.  

You moved around the desk and headed for the door but Dean's hand gripped your arm stopped you in your tracks as you moved to go around him. "Hey." His voice was a deep rumble as he pulled you into him and his moss green eyes looked at you expectantly.  

You knew what he wanted and you were quick to rise up on your tip toes to meet the tilt of his head as you pressed your soft lips to his.  The kiss he gave you was hard and possessive and you knew he was doing it for show.  You could practically hear Sam's eyeroll from behind you as Dean pulled you hard enough against his body that it brought a whimper from your lips. Dean ended the kiss with a smirk and a slap to your ass to send you on your way.  

"Dean." John sighed exasperated by his son's obvious spiteful behavior towards his brother. "Go check in with Benny before you go to bed."

Dean nodded and turned on his heels leaving Sam sitting alone with his father.  "Jerk." Sam muttered again under his breath as he watched Dean walk away.  

"Bitch." Came Dean's fading reply.  

"Sammy,"  John pulled Sam's attention back to him but before he could continue Sam spoke up.

"I just don't get it Dad."  Sam huffed.  "Why did you have to give her to Dean?  We were fine the way it was before but now that he thinks he owns her he is just so..." Sam growled and his hands flailed as he struggled to find the words he was looking for.  

"Sam, we've talked about this." John rubbed his hand down the scruff on his face. "Dean was out of control.  If I hadn't given Y/n to him he would be in jail right now, or worse, he'd be dead."  John grabbed the bottle of scotch from the corner of his desk and poured himself a drink before he continued. "Taking responsibility for your sister has given Dean something to focus on, a purpose other than fucking and fighting. It has calmed him down and you know it."

"But, " Sam began to protest.

"No buts Sammy." John was quick to cut him off.  "I know you need your sister as much as Dean does and I'll make sure Dean knows that too but I'm not changing my mind.  Y/n is good for him." John brought his glass to his lips, downing the amber liquid in one gulp."I'm not going to have this discussion with you again, got it son?" John raised one eyebrow as his chocolate eyes landed on Sam's face.  

Sam hung his head and nodded. "Yes sir."  

"Good.  Now get out of here.  I have some business to finish up." John smiled and Sam rose from his seat leaving his father to work at his desk.  

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Who’s the bad guy? (2p + 1p America x reader) 11

Wordcount: 2,182 The reader is referred to as she/her

"Allen, get your ass up! We're gonna go shopping!" You shrilled, slapping your hands all over the big lump under the blanket. Ever since you woke up at around eight this morning, the energy coursing through your veins hadn't subsided. That was obviously because you were an early bird unlike Allen and you loved visiting department stores despite never getting the chance to go on a worthwhile shopping spree in them. 

Low groans were muffled against the covers and the man resting under them only rolled around in it to tighten himself in a tighter burrito. "No... 5 more minutes, please..." He mumbled, rubbing his cheek against the pillow. After spending so much of your time with this man, you've come to learn that he loved to sleep in to nearly noon when he didn't have anything planned in the morning. The thought of this bad habit hit you and made you sigh frustratingly. 

When his nest of fiery red hair peeked out and pooled around, you dug your hands in them and gave it a good ruffle. "Al, I'm gonna sit on you and squash you with my fat if you don't get up this instant." You threatened with a taunting smile tugging at your lips. He let out a soft chuckle and with that said, he did not bother to move a single muscle. "Go on, do it." He thought with mischief manifesting onto his features in the form of a smirk. 

Narrowing your eyes with a scowl, you jumped on him and squeezed your limbs around the shape of his body under the blanket. He let out a grunt and feigned hurt. Those noises made in protest silenced when he rolled onto his back, however. As you enveloped yourself around him like a boa constrictor, he snaked two arms around your neck and pulled you close much to your surprise. Noses pressed together and eyes locked, he held you in this intimate position for a few moments forcing you to stare right into his lazy, half-lidded gaze. He turned his head and brushed his lips against your cheek before giving it a light peck. "I'm up, baby." He moved his warm lips against your skin as he spoke, sending chills to shake through every inch of your body from the feeling. You inhaled sharply and bashed him on the head repeatedly. "Let me go, idiot!" You hissed with a little bit of pink tinting your cheeks. He responded by tightening his arms. "Not till you gimme a morning kiss. You know how much I hate waking up early." He whispered with his brows knitted together. You grumbled something under your breath. Darting your eyes over to the clock standing on the bedside table, it read 9:32AM. You grabbed that while carefully avoiding the prickly potted cactus sitting next to it. Holding it in front of his line of vision for a good second, you then hit his head with it. "It's not early, Al. It's half past nine already." He rubbed his forehead. "And that's pretty early for me. It's all about perspective, dollface." He replied, cupping a hand behind your neck. "Now give Allen some sugar." You rolled your eyes at him and sighed in defeat. You couldn't really escape his iron grip and decided to go along with his whims to stop wasting time. You could be already out there shopping for a nice dress, but no, he was still curled up in bed. Leaning in to give his cheek a quick kiss, he released you and smiled contently. Stretching his arms, he screamed to wake himself up. "I'm up!" An hour later after breakfast was served for the late-riser, the two of you jumped into the backseat of Alfred's car to get to the shopping districts of New York. Even though visiting boutiques and shopping in them were new for Allen and you, you were far more enchanted by the products offered than he was. Of course, if you showed him a good place to have a smoke and beer, he would be all over you. That was not the case this time however, so he just found himself following along after you in a shop filled with glamorous and glimmering fancy dresses. Alfred figured that his cousin's suit could wait until last; it would not take as long. Everything inside was well-lit with the chandeliers dangling from the tall ceiling, brightening up the whole expanse of mannequins and gushing women with dancing arrays of light. The air was also laced with a sweet, feminine scent of perfume, filling you with delight at the pleasant smell. The host of the party let out obnoxious laughs as he watched you browse through the store like a child in a candy store. Under those lively explosive laughs hid a sinister smirk inside, something that manifested in his mind because he knew what he was doing was going to win you in his favour. "This party is gonna be a freakin' blast! Just pick whatever you like because you'll look great in anything!" Alfred exclaimed, patting you on the shoulder. You turned to him with a light blush but smiled brightly at him nevertheless. Your chest was swarmed with warmth once more when he flashed you another one of his toothy grins; those million dollar smiles always managed to make your heart flutter. "Thank you again, Alfred. I honestly cannot express how grateful I am." You gleamed. "Haha, no worries dudette! Just as long as we have fun, am I right?" He nudged you in the shoulder. The blonde bent over so that his mouth would be in level with your ear. The indifferent face of Allen's grew alarmed when he spied the movement from the corner of his eye, twisting over to you two with an enlarged vein on his neck. Gritting his teeth and seething through it, a hot fiery trail burned behind his footsteps as he neared his cousin. "I know you haven't experienced a lot of what we're doing together, but I'm happy to be your firsts for all these things." He whispered, his hot breath entering the shell of your ear to send shivers down your spine. Ripping yourself away from him, you slapped him on the shoulder. "What the hell, Alfred?! It sounds weird when you put it like that!" You hissed under burning cheeks, unaware of the third presence who just joined. The man you conversed with did know, however. Allen knitted his brows together and frowned deeply, unable to fathom the anguish boiling inside. He was already furious at what Alfred said to you, but the reaction you gave him tore at him even more. As you continued to slap Alfred around on the shoulders, he flickered his eyes at the onlooker and narrowed them slyly. The redhead just tore his gaze away and walked off, not wanting to stare any longer into those calculating pools of icy blue. He completely avoided Alfred from that moment on. He was unable to bear a second in his presence and instead just kept close to you. The only time he scraped together the will to utter anything to him was when he was purchasing a suit for the night, a quiet word of thanks before he disappeared into the fitting room to change into the formal attire. Slipping off his bomber jacket after giving himself a good look over, he let the rest of his clothes drop to the ground before he slipped on a crisp white dress shirt. He buttoned that up to feel as if he was being choked but kept everything on for the sake of looking good. After he fastened a belt around his pants, he tightened the dark blood red tie around his collar. Once that was done, he needed to stop himself before he reached for the jacket so he could take a good look at himself. Allen pursed his lips and nodded in approval at his hot reflection. "Oh shit." He mouthed. "I look like a hot businessman." Never mind a hot businessman. This man was a lady killer with the jacket on. He threw on the suit jacket to finish the look, but only slowly to savor a pivotal moment in his life where he would be wearing something formal for the first time. As if the whole vicinity was put on mute, his surroundings were plunged into a suspenseful silence as he shot his arms through the armholes. Pulling down on the ends to straighten it up, he brushed the non-existent dust off his shoulders and grimaced at his reflection. "Oh shit yeah, Allen. You lookin' like a fine snack." He gave himself finger guns. He continued to stare at his front profile for a good ten minutes before he started twisting and turning to get a good idea on how he looked from all angles. Every single degree out of 360 earned the Allen seal of approval. Snickering to himself as he enjoyed his little alone time of self-admiration, the playful smirk curling at his lips faded once his visage wandered back to his neglected bomber jacket splayed on a velvety black chair. His gaze fell down to the small mound of clothes at his feet this time, which consisted of his tank top, jeans, and dog tag. He then glanced back up at his reflection and frowned. Unlike before, he was glaring at the clean white shirt and invaluable suit jacket. It wasn't like he looked terrible in it, but he looked terrible in it. This was ridiculous. The infamous street rat wearing high-end fashion? This unprecedented event was thought to be impossible and the fact that it was taking place right here mocked him. He licked his lower lip and shook his head with a sigh, a dark shadow consuming his features the longer he stared at himself. "Fuck Alfred." He growled lowly. He was already suffering enough by living on his turf in a world of luxury, but now he had to wear this? No matter how much he complained, this was bound to happen. Why? It was your love and fascination for all things glamorous and his own tendency to stick to you like glue. Even so, he blamed his cousin for throwing these useless parties and spending his money without a care in the world. Rolling his eyes at the sound of his explosive, obnoxious laugh echoing in his mind, he clamped a hand over his face and rubbed it to relieve some of the emotions of anguish. It was something that he held pent up in his system for the past few weeks and it was driving him on a road to insanity. Clenching his hands over the frame of the mirror, he glowered at himself with a glint of death. "There better be alcohol." *** Allen was already intoxicated with melancholy when he stepped out of the limo that brought the group to the destination. Ignoring the blinding flashes of cameras from paparazzi on the sidelines, he trailed behind the couple that was you and Alfred with not a trace of emotion showing on his exterior. You clung onto the blonde with a dazzling smile at the cameras that tightened on you both. Albeit a little overwhelmed, you felt significant for once. It was a feeling you never experienced before but you came into good terms with it immediately. As Alfred dragged you off to meet all the faces of cooperations who had more money than God, a mountain of sparkling glasses came into Allen's sight. Inside the large hall that had ceilings stretching up to the sky, there sat his only a bit of salvation amidst hundreds of insignificant party-goers. His prayers were answered with alcohol, and a hell of a lot of it. Gallons upon gallons of champagne drew him to the long table of refreshments to where he gawked at with delight. Liquid gold it was in its finest form. He didn't hesitate to start chugging the supply of drinks offered to the guests and was slowly exhausting all beverages. In exchange for everything he consumed, his logic and coordination were swapped for impaired vision and judgment. Collapsing into a nearby chair with his face flushed bright pink, he was knocked out cold after consuming more than ten pints of it. He was given weird looks because of it, but the spotlight soon moved onto a small group of finely dressed men with their faces hidden under dark masquerade masks near the entrance. "Sirs, this is not a masquerade party. May I kindly ask you to take them off as a security precaution?" One of the burly guards asked. The shortest one of the group peeled his mask off to reveal piercing magenta eyes. Pulling a Beretta out of his pocket, he cocked it and trained it in between the man's eyes enlarged with shock. "How's this for a security precaution?" He growled, his finger pulling the trigger. Blood splattered onto the wall behind as an ear-splitting explosion echoed throughout the grand hall.

THE JEON TWINS | PART I

pairing: gang member! yoongi x male! reader 

genre: mafia/gang au

warnings: cursing, sexual acts 

word count: 5,2K

synopsis: Min Yoongi part of the biggest gang in South Korea was given the job to be a bodyguard of the Jeon twins, Jeon Jungkook and Jeon (Y/N). He isn’t thrilled to find out that he’s going to have to play babysitter. 

note: there is a part 2 coming bc it was just too long :// i hope everyone enjoy this !!

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"I'm supposed to babysit the Jeon twins?! You can't be serious Namjoon." Yoongi growled with gritted teeth after Namjoon had dropped the bomb that he has been keeping from his right-hand man. Min Yoongi was supposed to play bodyguard for the Jeon twins, the sons of the most powerful (meaning richest) man in Seoul. Namjoon wasn't amused by Yoongi's outburst.

"I am more serious than ever. Mr Jeon Jaewon had come to me yesterday evening, we had dinner and then brought it up that his sons are in need of a bodyguard." Namjoon's gaze was hard and leaned back into his seat which was practically a throne made for the leader of the most known and feared gang, Bangtan.

"But why me? Why not an actual bodyguard? And why in the world did you agree?" Yoongi had an eyebrow raised. He was frustrated with the choice that Namjoon had made. Just because Namjoon was the leader does not mean Yoongi wouldn't snap at him and had to learn it the hard way. Namjoon pursed his lips, if it was anyone else besides his own personal picked men, he would have cut off their tongue. But this was Yoongi. A handpicked man. One of the best. And a brother, but not by blood.

"Because I trust you, Yoongi, and you're the best for this job." Namjoon licked his lips folding his hands on his lap. "And Mr. Jeon offered a lot of money." With that, the frown on Yoongi's face turned from angry and pissed to curious and suspicious.

"Money?" Of course, it wasn't just money and Yoongi knew there was more to the story. Namjoon smiled, amused by the fact that Yoongi knew that he wasn't so easy.

"Money, land and new traffic." Namjoon then leaned forward setting his hands on the table. "New doors are going to open up for us, doors that no one will have open but us. Do you understand that Yoongi?" The eagerness in Namjoon's voice was addictive to Yoongi's own ears, and he could feel the eagerness grow in him as well as he nodded. "We just have to protect the twins."

The twins.

Two bratty rich kids. Was babysitting the Jeon twins worth all the opportunities they could get?

Yoongi crossed his feet thinking about the offer and their situation at their fingertips. He licked his lips before looking back up at Namjoon. "Alright." Namjoon grinned clapped his hands together.

"Great, I will be calling Mr. Jeon tonight and tell him we are in." Then Namjoon stood up walking towards Yoongi. He put a hand on the other's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "You made the right choice."

The paler gang member crossed his legs and his gaze attached itself to the stocked cards that Namjoon kept on his desk. Joker was the first card smiling upwards at the ceiling. "Hm." Was all Yoongi said to acknowledge Namjoon.

Yoongi had put himself in his own office he had documents spread across his wooden table. Two files laid open in front of him and his eyes scanning the front face pictures of the identical Jeon twins. Their hair was black and perfectly styles the same way. They looked identical and Yoongi swore that the pictures could be the same person just printed twice and placed in the folders. Though the names of the two identical people were different.

Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon (Y/N).

Both 20 years young. Both went to the same high school and now they are going to the same University. Was there anything different about the twins? Yoongi grumbled under his breath till he flipped the folder to the second page revealing photos taken by one of their photographer, Kim Taehyung.

There were a few photos where the two were together, and Yoongi could not tell who was who. Another picture they were outside again and a brother had his arm wrapped around the other's shoulder. Both of them were wearing matching black suits. The way the on the left was smiling was different than the other, it was more of a smirk than a smile. Yoongi's eyes landed on the small description: Jeon Jungkook and Jeon (Y/N). So, Jeon Jungkook was wearing a mischievous smirk along with eyes that held secrets. Yoongi could tell which eyes had secrets. Though Jeon (Y/N) seemed different without that smirk he wore a handsome smile and his eyes seemed brighter. With a tilted head he shifted in his head and then flipped through the folder to find pictures of Jeon (Y/N) alone.

There were a few pictures of (Y/N) playing the piano on a stage. Eyes closed and fingers on the black and white keys. The light was perfect on the male giving a perfect sight of the perfect angle of the Jeon's face. It was a perfect picture not just because of Taehyung, but because of the Jeon. Perfection was just glaring at Yoongi. Though Yoongi was sure this was just an image the Jeon family has painted it for the public to see and to therefore to hide all the dirty secrets they had. A picture perfect family just doesn't exist. And Jeon wasn't one, even if they wanted to everyone to look at them like that. A father who had built himself an empire from scratch married a beautiful old-money woman and got two handsome twins, who are now building their own future after the tragic death of their mother. There it is. Scratches of the painting. Mother no longer there and involved with a gang.

Yoongi leaned back taking the picture of the twins in hand. Staring at the picture of the smiling men in each other's arms. He was sure that he was gonna find more scratches.

In the morning, Yoongi was sitting at the dinner table lazily eating the food that Seokjin has cooked. Mornings were the most normal things they did if they didn't have any jobs during that hour. All of the members that were the closest to Namjoon lived in the house and joined breakfast. The gang was like family to them, maybe not as stable as a regular, but were all families really stable?

"I looked at the files of the Jeon's," Yoongi said cutting into his toast with his fork and knife.

"Hm." Namjoon looked up at the other.

"The brother almost seems too perfect." Namjoon's lip moved upward.

"I knew you'd catch onto that." The leader looked at Taehyung who was eating next to Hoseok. "Taehyung took almost all the photos of them. You care to share your adventure?" Taehyung stared at the leader and then looked at Yoongi, before looking at Namjoon again.

"Ah, the twins." Taehyung set his fork down. "Jeon Jungkook, age 20, goes to Seoul University along with his twin brother, Jeon (Y/N). He also goes to shooting ranges afterward without his brother though, so he's good with guns...um his brother, on the other hand, is more a musical type. Takes piano lessons after regular classes and plays at dinners to slash balls." Taehyung shrugs his shoulders. "Other than that they are mostly together. Always saw them together like they were stuck together by glue." Taehyung looked down at his plate. "Maybe even more than brothers."

Hoseok choked on his food. Namjoon's eyes widen while Yoongi finally looked up at Taehyung.

"Taehyung!" Jin slapped him against the back of Taehyung's head.

"What? I'm just saying they seem really close and I never saw them with someone romantically." Taehyung shrugged again. "And I heard from staff members at the house that they share a bed." Hoseok's face crinkled up. Jin let out a large sigh setting his fork and knife down giving Taehyung the "really??" look. "I mean I wouldn't be surprised they both are super-hot." Taehyung shrugged before sipping water while looking at the others. Namjoon leaned back after pushing his plate away from him.

"No wonder you continued the job. Glad you had your fun." Namjoon muttered before taking his coffee cup and taking a sip from the hot beverage. Taehyung shot the leader a wide grin and he received an eye roll. Yoongi had a frown on his face though he continued sipping on his tea instead of giving the story attention.

"Why can't Hoseok play babysitter?" Yoongi didn't look up.

"Hoseok has another mission to do." Hoseok nodded when the leader answered.

"Yeah, I and Jin are going to Gangnam in two days and we are staying for some weeks," Hoseok added. Yoongi looked up. His eyes locked his emotion, but Hoseok could tell the other was annoyed by his right point finger twitching. Hoseok was good at observations and he has been around for Yoongi for long enough to notice things.

"Alright." Yoongi bit his tongue and Hoseok licked his lip.

When evening came around Yoongi was to be found in the study doing his usual task; research. Hoseok made his way from the doorway to Yoongi. He took the seat next to the older.

"What do you want?" Yoongi asked coldly without even budging from his position.

"If you like I could give you a few tips on being a bodyguard," Hoseok said with a smile. Yoongi stopped turning the pages. Hoseok sighed when he got no other response. "I know you don't want the job,"

"I work behind the scenes and not in the front row," Yoongi muttered. "I don't know what Namjoon was thinking."

"But you gotta look at the bright side of it. Namjoon trusts you we all know he trusts you the most and not because he favors you, but because he knows you can get it right and not do foolish mistakes." Hoseok put his a hand on Yoongi's shoulder giving it a squeeze. The two were close even if it didn't seem that way at first. Yoongi was distant with everyone but he has opened up to the others and Hoseok mostly. Yoongi looked at the younger.

"You'd do better." Hoseok shook his head with a warm smile.

"Hyung, don't say that. I know you are gonna do great. If you like tomorrow morning we can freshen up your combat skills just to be 100.1% sure of it. Whatta ya think?" Hoseok had a grin on his lips and Yoongi sighed.

"Alright."

Hoseok's grin widened even more.

It was on Monday morning that his mission started. He had gotten clothes from a few outside members that did the shopping. All black. Maybe that was the only good thing coming from this job, Yoongi thought to himself as he looked down at himself and then at his bag. A gun was under his jacket and against his hip. He knew how to work a gun after all he was a sniper before Namjoon picked him up. Maybe he has underestimated himself because of how much time he now spends on the laptop and their database instead of the actual field. The training sessions with Hoseok did help out to get his body to adjust to the new lifestyle he would be doing and he was also planning to work out and train combat again when he could.

Down at the doorway, he saw the black SUV waiting for him. Namjoon stood next to him.

"I know this job wasn't what you wanted, but I believe that it's a perfect job for you and that you will handle it better." Then Namjoon put his firm grip on Yoongi's shoulder.

Yoongi looked up at Namjoon with no comment. "I'm biting my tongue." Namjoon grinned and then slapped Yoongi on his back hard. Though Yoongi didn't flinch.

"I know and I appreciate it." Namjoon then brought the other in a quick hug. "I know you will do well. So, we'll see you in a couple of months. Send me reports." Namjoon gave Yoongi a genuine smile. "And call me whenever you like."

The drive to the mansion was quiet. Yoongi was watching the world pass him as he was driven to a more private land that trees surrounding it and a whole road that only drove to the mansion. When the car stopped Yoongi looked at his baggage next to his feet. He looked out the window and then opened up the door to step out. The morning sky was blinding.

He walked up the stairs that lead to the front door. Yoongi glanced back to notice that the black car has speed off. His eyes moved back to the wooden front door. His finger twitched before he knocked on the door because he rather is inside instead of being glared at by the sun. His grip held into the baggage that he had carried out the car with him.

The door opened and he was lead in. “You must be Min Yoongi. I’m Jung Jiung and I work as a housekeeper here.”

“You just let anyone in?” Yoongi’s eyes wandered around the inside of the mansion. As expected it was decorated from head to toe with antiques. The windows covered by dark curtains. Under his feet was a carpet stretched out through the hallway.

“I already knew it was you, I just wanted to be polite.” Yoongi didn’t comment too busy looking around. “Mr. Jeon will be down in a few, but the twins are already in the living room.” He just followed the man into a more lightened up room and open space. His eyes traveled to the twins sitting on leather. They were wearing the exact same outfit and hairstyle. Yoongi frowned knowing that the twins probably did this on purpose. And also them turning their heads to him at the same time was practiced.

“Is that him?”

“Min Yoongi?”

Oh fucking great, Yoongi thought to himself, what did I get myself into?

The twins both looked at Yoongi and then they smiled in sync. Yoongi internally groaned.

“Yes, that is him,” Yoongi swore that he saw Jiung roll his eyes.

“We’re the twins.” They both said at the same time. “I’m Jungkook,”

“And I’m (Y/N).” Then the two stood up giving a small bow.

“Dad asked us if we wanted a new guard…” One of them started and then the other finished with: “We couldn’t say no. And especially if he’s a cutie.” The two twins grinned an identical grin and Yoongi’s finger twitched. He couldn’t tell them apart and that annoyed him. They spoke in the same tone and moved the same way. Yoongi knew they were playing. In the pictures, there was a difference between the two, clothing wise and also behavior wise. That fact made him even more annoyed, that the twins were doing this on purpose.

Yoongi didn’t say a word, instead, he let his analyze every time one of the twins moved. That’s what he was used to, he was the researcher. He was the one who needed to know about what was going, who was who and what to expect. And that is why he had no idea why Namjoon thought this was a good idea.

What he noticed though was that the twins didn’t agree on what to look at because while Jungkook was staring at his face and glancing back at other things in the room, (Y/N)’s eyes kept themselves on Yoongi’s face and then trailed north and back south. Yoongi wasn’t stupid and he knew he was being checked out. Though if he hadn’t met Hoseok or Taehyung he would have seen this as something different.

When he made eye contact with those curious eyes, the owner gave him a smile. There was a glint in his eyes that Yoongi could differentiate from Jungkook’s pair of eyes. Just like in the pictures. That moment of being able to tell the twins apart was cut off when both of the twins made eye contact with him. Yoongi felt his fingers twitch when the twins smiled at him exactly the same way. He made it his mission to not let them do this to him again.

He hated being confused.

But Yoongi quickly noticed the difference between the twins. It wasn’t hard after they put the act to a stop. The difference came from the two different lives they were living. Jungkook was a skilled shooter and perfect at combat, spending most his time on the range and on a mattress. The rest of the day he would be studying for classes and dealing with some of his father's business. It was a lifestyle Yoongi used to live. He found the familiarity bring ease to him and it wasn't such a change as with the other.

(Y/N) was a curious case. He was more of an artistic person. The twin loved reading fiction books, something Yoongi did in high school. The library was his favorite spot, Yoongi soon noticed it when he was with (Y/N). It was when (Y/N) had finished classes and had requested Yoongi to come with.

“Usually I hang out with Jungkook after classes. But since I won’t be going alone I thought of coming here. You don’t mind, do you?” (Y/N) seemed nervous when he asked Yoongi, who shook his head in response. He was used to going to places now with the twins. He didn’t let it bother him as much as he thought he would. They went in and (Y/N) grabbed a book along with a quiet spot. Yoongi sat in a comfortable chair watching (Y/N) and the environment around them. He wasn’t used to this lifestyle, nothing much to do. He wasn’t even sure why they needed a personal guard.

(Y/N) looked up from his book noticing how stiff Yoongi was. “Would you like to read?” Yoongi turned to the Jeon with a frown. (Y/N) had to hold back a laugh. “It’s not dangerous or something like that.” (Y/N) joked lightly with a grin. Yoongi blinked unsure of how to react. (Y/N) stood up after putting his book down. “I’ll get you one.” Yoongi’s frown didn’t fade away as he watched the other walk over to the shelve and choose a book.

When (Y/N) turned around with not just a book in his hands but also grin on his lips. Yoongi watched the other closely as he walked closer to him. (Y/N) handed him the book he picked out from the bookshelf. Yoongi reached to grab the book while his eyes never left (Y/N)’s. A small chuckle left (Y/N)’s lips.

“You’re cute.”

Min Yoongi never in his grown adult life expected someone to call him cute.

He looked away immediately when he felt his face grow hot unexpectedly. He looked down at the book and put it on his lap. (Y/N) had taken his seat back quietly with a smile on his lips. Yoongi pursed his lips trying to calm himself down so that he wouldn’t feel so warm. He opened up the book to the first page his gaze drifting to the first chapter. His interests weren’t caught by the words instead he kept glancing around and felt (Y/N)’s on him.

Something that also caught Yoongi’s interest was the fact that (Y/N) was a composer. (Y/N) had a piano in his room and would play it in the mornings. If wasn't playing the piano or reading novels in a library he would be spread on his bed and composing music.

Yoongi found it fascinating. The first time he caught him doing it, he wasn't sure what the man was doing until he got a glance at the paper. He recognized the symbols and it tugs at his heart. But he only commented on it later in their growing relationship.

"What are you composing?" He asked his eyes not on (Y/N), who looked up at his bodyguard.

"I need a song for class next week. We usually get these assignments, but I love composing on my own too." (Y/N) explained and sat on his bed. The twin was still in his boxers and a white shirt that he wore to bed. Something Jungkook never did, (Y/N) seemed to be more comfortable around Yoongi than his brother. The two have grown to bond over time with him spending time together. He also noticed that (Y/N) didn’t see him as a guard, but more as a friend. "You wanna listen?"

A part of Yoongi wanted to say no, but he grew curious. "Why not." And the smile that (Y/N) gave him made it worth it. He watched the younger one climb out of his bed eagerly and skip to the piano. He sat down laid the sheets in front of him.

Yoongi had turned and watched curiously.

(Y/N) put both of his hands on the keyboard and took a deep breath before playing the music.

Yoongi listened quietly. He enjoyed the melody. He really enjoyed listening to him play even if he wouldn't admit it. The music that he would play would take him off to somewhere else. He would forget his duty and instead be at a peaceful place.

"You like it?" Yoongi hadn't realized the music has stopped. He gave a small nod. "...do you know anything about composing?" (Y/N) dared to ask.

"I...I used to compose." That sparkle in (Y/N)'s eyes wasn't something Yoongi could ever forget.

"Really??"

Yoongi nodded. "Actually, I have a few tips. May I?"

(Y/N) nodded his head with a grin and made space to let Yoongi sit next to him. The older man pointed to a line on the sheet and then explained how maybe another tune would work. Then Yoongi set his hands on the keyboard. (Y/N) watched curiously. "This would be better." He played a certain tune and (Y/N) listened carefully.

"So, it would be like this." Yoongi set his hands down and let the other players the full line with the change. "It does sound better." A smile appeared that exposed the bunny teeth the younger had. "Thank you, hyung."

"You know you don't have to call me that."

"Yeah, I know! I want to." Then (Y/N) looked down at the keys. "...would you like to play together?"

"Together?"

"Yeah, like I would play this half of the piano and you this one and we would play the song. Like we are one person. Mother used to make Jungkook and I play together, but when she passed he didn't want to continue." His dark eyes grew sad, but then a hopeful look crossed his face. "Would you like to try?"

Playing the piano together like they were one person? He wasn't sure if he was even allowed to get close to (Y/N) in the first place.

Yoongi stared for a moment then shook his head. "No." He stood up. (Y/N) frowned and looked up. "I'm sorry I shouldn't even have-"

"I won't tell anyone." (Y/N) promised and gave Yoongi a small smile before turning to play the piano again. Yoongi stood back no longer getting lost in the music. He had to do his job, but from that moment on he would listen to the same song with the change he made as (Y/N) practiced it to perfect it.

That was something (Y/N) and Jungkook shared in common. They were both perfectionists. Everything they did was perfect. It almost agonizing on how good the two brothers are especially when the family had guests over. One of the two would have already done what the guests were bragging about. It was an amusing sight for Yoongi. And it made him wonder if there was something the twins weren't good at.

Another thing the twins had in common was the competitiveness. Not only did it show when they were conversing with others, but also when they were together. Yoongi witnessed it first hand.

That day the two brothers went swimming at the pool they owned that was in the building in the gardens. The twins got out of the dressing rooms.

"You lost muscle weight." Jungkook was commenting as he threw his towel on the bench. (Y/N) sighed. "You aren't working out."

Yoongi couldn't see it. (Y/N) seemed to be just as toned as Jungkook. And maybe even better looking. Yoongi gulped. He wasn't sure where these thoughts were coming from. But he couldn't lie. Two attractive twins were standing in front of him, half naked.

Though to Yoongi only one was the more attractive than the other.

"Yoongi, do you think I should go work out again?" He asked turning to Yoongi and walking over to him. Jungkook rolled his eyes but walked next to his brother.

"Uh..." Yoongi looked down at his chest. Jungkook smirked putting an arm around his twin.

"What do you think, Yoongi? Is this what you look for? Hot twins, a twink and a dom."

Yoongi's eyes widen.

"Twink?" (Y/N) asked looking at his brother. He pushed him off of him. "Fuck off."

Jungkook laughed. "Who said I was talking about you?"

(Y/N) glared. "Would you ever refer to yourself as twink?" Jungkook grinned with a shrug and then looked at Yoongi.

"So, interested?"

Yoongi stared. Was asking if he wanted to have sex with them?

"Kookie, stop." (Y/N) wasn't sure if he just didn't want Jungkook to annoy Yoongi or if the very thought of him and Yoongi having sex just made him want to throw up and punch his brother.

Maybe it was both.

Jungkook glanced at his twin. "Race you to the pool."

Yoongi was standing on the side as he watched the twins race each other to the pool.

The two jumped at the same time the water splashed the tiles. Yoongi watched them swim and then it started to become a competition of who was faster. Yoongi watched quietly till (Y/N) swam to the edge. He pulled himself up and out of the water to sit on the edge.

"Hyung, do you want to swim?"

Yoongi shook his head after he glanced at Jungkook who was still swimming.

"No...I mean later. Just you and me." (Y/N) explained walking over to Yoongi.

"I don't think that's appropriate at all," Yoongi said. (Y/N) wasn't sure how to reply because he knew Yoongi was right. It wasn't appropriate for him to ask someone who worked for him to go swimming with him.

"Alright...but would stay with me while I say swim?"

"Of course, that's my job," Yoongi replied and (Y/N) smiled.

"Yeah..." He chuckled lightly. Though Yoongi noticed how there wasn't the usual sparkle in his eyes like usual.

"You give up already?" Jungkook's arms were on the edge as he called out for his brother. (Y/N) turned and jogged to the edge before jumping in. When pulled out if the water and ran a hand through his head he grinned at his brother before saying "Never!"

After Jungkook had left (Y/N) had gotten a floatable bed and was laying on it peacefully. Yoongi was admiring the peaceful state the man was in.

Yoongi wondered how different (Y/N) would be if he knew about the mafia world. Would he be just like his twin? Always achieving to be better at combat and shooting so that there was no chance others would get him first. Would (Y/N) feel different about guns?

"(Y/N) hates guns." Jungkook replied to Yoongi's question. The two were at a shooting range far away from the mansion. "That's why he never set a foot in here. He knows that I train, but never asks about. If he knew about the guns at our home he would freak."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Why does he hate them?

Jungkook laid the gun back down at the wall, which was decorated with guns of all kind. Jungkook collected them and had trained with all of them. He then turned to Yoongi with a cold look. "Bad experience. His story to tell."

Yoongi pursed his lips. Looking back at the range.

"You wanna go?" Jungkook asked with an eyebrow raised. "They told me you were good."

"I'm here, aren't I?" 

This made Jungkook laugh lightly and then he pointed to his collection. "Choose your fighter."

Yoongi was still not sure what the bad experience was and he was always unsure of when to ask. (Y/N) then sat up and turned to his Yoongi.

"Are you sure you don't want to swim? I won't tell anyone." He tried again.

"Even if you won't tell anyone. How will I look like in front of you?" Yoongi wasn't sure how close they could get. He was here for a job, after all, not to make friends.

"Like my friend?" (Y/N) suggested with a shrug.

"That works for you?"

"That's better than people who only try to use for my money and status." Yoongi raised a brow. "You already are getting paid anyway. It's not like you want anything else, right?"

Yoongi licked his lips. "Don't tell anyone." With that, he took off his black shirt and pulled down his pants.

(Y/N) was watching, but Yoongi didn't say anything. He walked over to the edge of the pool.

"Jump." (Y/N) said with a slight smirk on his lips, but Yoongi shook his head and went for the ladder instead. "Boring." (Y/N) sang teasingly.

Yoongi swam towards (Y/N), who got off the bed and swam closed to Yoongi.

"Hey." (Y/N) said with his bunny grin. Yoongi couldn't help but smile. This made (Y/N) smile even more. "I like your smile." Yoongi's smile flattered surprised by the compliment, but that made (Y/N) pout. "Where did it go?" He put two fingers on the corners of Yoongi's mouth. The black haired male pulled away, but (Y/N) wouldn't stop. A grin playing across his lips.

"Stop," Yoongi whined and then splashed water at (Y/N).

A wide grin spread across his lip and Yoongi caught the twinkle in (Y/N)'s eyes. "Oh, it's on."

(Y/N) started splashing water and so did Yoongi. A gummy smile spread across his lips as they continued their splashing. The water hit him continuously and he couldn't help but laugh at (Y/N) continued.

He wasn't sure when exactly and how they got this close to being splashing water in a pool and laughing together. It was a moment that he hoped to never forget. And even the moments after it.

The splashing suddenly stopped and that made Yoongi stop too. He looked around confused about not seeing (Y/N) there. But then he grinned before taking a deep breath and then going under the water too. He was eager to find him and what he got instead was a pair of lips against him.

Yoongi's eyes widen when the lips moved against his own. A hand grasped his face and Yoongi put him on it. He decided for this moment he enjoyed would enjoy himself and then kissed back with closed eyes. Another hand pulled his hips to meet (Y/N)'s hips.

They both pulled out for air. They stared each other breathing heavily.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to kiss." (Y/N) said his cheeks flushed and lips swollen. Yoongi must have looked the same. He could feel his cheeks burn. "I won't tell anyone."

Yoongi knew how inappropriate this was but it just happened and Yoongi liked it. And for fuck's sake, he was Min Yoongi. Part of the most feared gang group of South Korea. He takes what he wants.

And he didn't give a shit.

Yoongi moved closer and closed the gap again. His hands roughly grabbed (Y/N)'s face to tilt his head. (Y/N) put his hands on Yoongi's hips. Yoongi growled into the kiss as he grinded against (Y/N)'s crotch making the younger one moan.

"You won't tell anyone? Not even Jungkook?" Yoongi asked his hand wrapped around (Y/N)'s hair pulling him back to get a good look. (Y/N) nodded his head helplessly with flushed cheeks and lips open and swollen.

Yoongi smirked.

PART II