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what’s a king to a god?

content warnings include: vulgar language, violence, drugs, sex, and just all around bad boys and girls doing bad things to people

The sound of heels clicking against the wooden floors echoes down the hallway, but everyone in the conference room hardly bats an eye, busy lighting cigarettes and flipping pages of the newspaper.

“Morning, everyone.”

A few heads turn towards the door, and you scoff quietly, rolling your eyes as Jeongguk, his father, and Jimin walk smugly into the room.

“You’re late, Jeon,” your grandfather says behind you, not looking away from his newspaper. “But what’s new.”

“Last I heard, the meeting starts at eleven-thirty, and it is currently… what’s the time, Jeongguk?” Junghyun asks, head tilted towards his son.

“Mmm, 11:27,” Jeongguk replies, sunlight catching the gold around his wrist. “Doesn’t sound like eleven-thirty to me, Red.”

“Will you three sit down before you hurt yourselves?” Jaesoon says, shaking his head. “You have some nerve acting all cocky when Busan’s profits for the month are the lowest it’s ever been in comparison to everyone else’s in this room.” Next to him, Hoseok snorts.

“Who the fuck’s sayin’ that?” Jeongguk says, eyebrows furrowed as he sits down in his seat, his father and Jimin doing the same beside him.

“Oh, I saw a peek of the monthly reports,” Yoongi says with a smirk, Taehyung holding back his laughter. “We’re used to coming in third place behind you and Red. It’s basically a given that Daegu is not expected to perform as well as Busan and Seoul. But for the difference between you and us to be just a few million Won? Now that’s a little surprising, don’t you think?”

“I’m surprised they let you two in here without any adult supervision,” Jimin says, scowling.

“Aww,” Taehyung coos. “Are you jealous that Uncle Min and my grandfather trust me and Yoongi hyung enough to attend the council meeting on our own? That’s adorable, Jimin.”

“Fuck you, Kim.”

“Buy me dinner first, Park.”

“Children, please,” you interject, glancing at your manicured nails. “Leave the talking to the adults. Don’t embarrass yourselves any further.”

Across the table, Suji giggles behind her father, shaking her head as Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow deeper, giving you a once over.

“This is the council meeting, not a strip club. Didn’t you get the memo, _____?” he says. You cock an eyebrow, smirking.

“That’s rich, considering we’re exposing an equal amount of chest right now, Jeongguk. Can’t afford a few extra buttons to close your shirt properly?”

“Don’t know why you’re showing off that much in the first place, considering there’s not much to look at,” Jimin retorts.

“And yet you’re still looking.”

At the front of the room, Namjoon clears his throat, fixing his glasses with a small smile.

“Good morning, everyone,” he says, bowing his head slightly. “My brother and I apologise for the delay. Unfortunately, my father will not be able to join us for today’s meeting, but I trust we will be able to proceed as normal. Shall we begin?”

Namjoon and Seokjin take their seats at the head of the table, setting down leather folders on the polished wood. In the corner, a secretary sits at a smaller table, frantically typing out every word spoken.

“At 11:33AM, I, Kim Seokjin, on behalf of my father, President Kim Jaehyung, declare the 47th council meeting, on September 24, 2020, open,” Seokjin says, bowing his head slightly.

“I, Kim Namjoon, son of President Kim Jaehyung, humbly make my presence known at the 47th council meeting,” Namjoon says, bowing his head again, before motioning to his right for everyone to introduce themselves; one by one, each person at the table goes through the motion of stating their declarations, quick typing the only other sound in the room.

“I, Choi Myunghoon, of Jeju’s Silver Serpents clan, humbly make my presence known at the 47th council meeting.”

“I, Choi Suji, daughter and right-hand of Choi Myunghoon, humbly make my presence known at the 47th council meeting.”

“I, Jung Jaesoon, of Gwangju’s Sapphire Fox clan, humbly make my presence known at the 47th council meeting.”

“I, Jung Hoseok, son and right-hand of Jung Jaesoon, humbly make my presence known at the 47th council meeting.”

“I, Jeon Junghyun, of Busan’s Golden Rabbit clan, humbly make my presence known at the 47th council meeting.”

“I, Jeon Jeongguk, son and right-hand of Jeon Junghyun, humbly make my presence known at the 47th council meeting.”

“I, Park Jimin, nephew of Jeon Junghyun, humbly make my presence known at the 47th council meeting.”

“I, Kim Taehyung, grandson and right-hand of Kim Sangchul, of Daegu’s Emerald Tigers clan, humbly make my presence known at the 47th council meeting.”

“I, Min Yoongi, son and right-hand of Min Siwoo, of Daegu’s Emerald Tigers clan, humbly make my presence known at the 47th council meeting.”

“I, _____, of Seoul’s Red Dragons clan, humbly make my presence known at the 47th council meeting.”

“I, Yong Daeshim, grandfather and right-hand of _____, humbly make my presence known at the 47th council meeting.”

“Hold the fuck up. What?” Jeongguk says, straightening up and leaning forward, others around the table equally as surprised. “You’re the clan head? What the fuck happened to Red?!”

“I am no longer fit to lead the Red Dragons,” your grandfather answers, calm as ever, hands clasped over his cane.

“Daeshim-sshi submitted his request for a change in rank last month,” Seokjin says, opening his folder and reading his notes briefly to confirm. “His request was approved by the High Chair prior to this meeting’s invitation being distributed.”

“The High Chair approved this?” Junghyun cries. “A woman—a girl—leading an entire clan? The Capital’s clan, no doubt!”

“I do not see how my granddaughter being a female has anything to do with her capabilities, Jeon,” your grandfather says.

“What happened to Wonshik?”

“Wonshik has been dealt with… appropriately.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Jaesoon asks.

“Have you ever performed a castration on another human being, Jung?” your grandfather asks, smile growing. “The Red Dragons believe in ‘an eye for an eye’, as you all may know. Regretfully, Wonshik was... no longer living to the clan’s values.” The weight of the words hang heavy in the air as he continues to speak. “Fortunately, _____ does. I’ve never seen such clean and beautiful knife work in my life.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Myunghoon says quietly, fist pressed to his lips.

“There is no person more fit to head the Red Dragons as my successor than my granddaughter. Now, will there be any other questions, or will I need to schedule another castration at the Mapo-gu slaughterhouse for _____? I would much prefer for this council meeting to continue.”

The silence lingers for a moment, until Jeongguk lets out a terse sigh through his nose, arms crossed over his chest as he leans back into his seat.

“Well then,” Namjoon says, fixing his glasses once more. “We’ll begin with our first order of business…”

〰️

“Then, at 1:31PM, I, Kim Seokjin, declare the 47th council meeting, on September 24, 2020, closed,” Seokjin says, shutting his leather folder. “On behalf of my father, I would like to thank everyone for their presence today. Please feel free to join my brother and I for lunch at The Restaurant if you have no other commitments this afternoon.”

Namjoon and Seokjin stand, bowing to the group before exiting the room, the secretary following close behind, holding a laptop close to her chest.

“Well, this was fun,” you say, standing and running your fingers through your hair. “Care for some lunch, grandfather? My treat.”

“Mmm, a lunch time whiskey sounds very nice,” your grandfather says, taking your outstretched hand to stand, other hand holding his cane. “Shall I call for the car?”

“That’s alright. I can do it.” You reach into the bust of your dress, pulling your phone out to call for the driver. Pressing your phone to your ear, you motion for your grandfather to walk ahead, catching Jeongguk’s eye just as you start to walk off yourself; you wink and grin. “Boys.”

Jeongguk scoffs and rolls his eyes, fingers carding through wavy locks of hair.

“A female clan head. Please,” he mutters, standing when his father and Jimin do, walking out of the room without so much as a nod goodbye to the rest of the group.

〰️

The music in the club is almost deafening, drinks flowing and bodies not stilling for even a minute. A scantily clad ass shakes in front of Jeongguk, grinding the air inches away from his crotch, but he cannot find himself to pay the dancer any attention, eyes constantly drifting over to the other side of the club where you sit, surrounded by shirtless men and giggling women.

“Tch. Look at her,” he says, shaking his head. “Clan head, my fuckin’ ass. A clan head shouldn’t be in a Gangnam club fuckin’ around like this. She’s gonna drive the Red Dragons to the goddamn bottom.”

“Actually, I heard from Kim that _____ has gotten all of the Red Dragons’ affairs in order that they’re actually ahead of schedule or… something,” Jimin replies, sniffing and rubbing his nose frantically. He drops the rolled up fifty-thousand Won bill on the table, the remnants of a line of cocaine next to his half-finished drink. “You want some?”

“It’s our supply, Jimin. I’ve had it already. What do you mean, ‘ahead of schedule’?”

“Jeez, alright. You need a detox or somethin’. I don’t know what he meant by that, but I’m pretty sure Seoul’s gonna lead the monthly reports yet again, and probably for the foreseeable future at this point.”

Jeongguk lets out a sharp exhale, downing the rest of his whiskey, ice cubes colliding in the glass.

“God, I hate her.”

“Hmm,” Taehyung hums, swirling his drink, smiling lazily at the topless dancer in front of him.

“You got somethin’ to say, Kim?” Jeongguk asks, glaring.

“Nope.”

“That’s what I thoug—”

“Other than, for someone you supposedly hate, you’ve spent a lot of time looking at her today. But that’s just a simple observation really.”

“Tsk. Daegu’s acid must have you more fucked up than I thought,” Jeongguk says.

Despite Taehyung’s comment, Jeongguk finds his eyes drifting back towards you, and he’s surprised to find you looking back, a languid eyebrow raised as you smirk his way. His eyes narrow, scoffing when you break eye contact a moment later to look at your phone.

His own phone chimes not even a minute later.

RD_SuccubusBitch: i take it you’re enjoying the view, jeon.

Jeongguk swears he feels his blood boil immediately, thumbs almost unable to type in his lividity.

GR_DevilIncarnate: oh i am. tell the bitch next to you to take her bra off for me. i’m close.

He looks up at you as soon as the message is sent, pissed that your only reaction is laughter.

RD_SuccubusBitch: shall we give you a little show then?

GR_DevilIncarnate: as long as you’re not included, i’m in.

RD_SuccubusBitch: is that an appropriate way to speak to a clan head?

GR_DevilIncarnate: please. who’s dick did you suck to get the high chair to approve that?

RD_SuccubusBitch: no one’s, but if you remember what my grandfather said in the council meeting, i did cut one off about a month and a half ago.

Oh right.

GR_DevilIncarnate: i can’t believe you killed your own brother.

RD_SuccubusBitch: are you saying you wouldn’t have done the same if you were in my position?

Hmm. Jeongguk supposes he would’ve—in the name of loyalty, Jeongguk will do whatever it takes to rid the clan of any bad blood, after all.

RD_SuccubusBitch: plus, he was only my half brother.

GR_DevilIncarnate: whatever. i still hate you. bitch.

RD_SuccubusBitch: ditto ;) enjoy the rest of your night, jeon jeongguk x

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, not bothering to reply before he tucks his phone back into his pocket.

“What’s so funny?” Jimin asks, elbowing his side.

“What?”

“What’s so funny? Why’re you smiling?”

Jeongguk drops the corners of his lips into a frown immediately, replying, “nothing.”

Fuck.

〰️

A little under a week later, Jeongguk finds himself in Seoul again, sitting in the car beside his father.

“Remind me again why we’re here,” Jeongguk asks, slumping in his seat until his knees almost touch the seat in front of him.

“There’s a looming threat from Hong Kong that the Red Dragons have managed to sniff out, so in the interest of protecting our national supply, we’re cooperating with the Red Dragons, the Emerald Tigers, and the Sapphire Foxes to figure out a way to protect our assets, while the Silver Serpents keep watch of the border,” Junghyun replies, sighing quietly.

“And this cooperation is temporary, right?”

“I’m not planning on hanging around these lunatics any longer than I have to. Are you?”

“Shit, I’d rather sink to the bottom of Haeundae and never come up,” Jeongguk says, scoffing. Jeongguk’s father hums, nodding once before looking out the car window.

It isn’t long before the car comes to a stop in front of the gates of your family manor, swinging open once the driver makes their presence known. The car stops at the foot of the stairs leading up to the house’s entrance, a man in a tailored suit bowing as Jeongguk and his father step out.

“Mister Jeon. Master Jeon. Welcome. The rest have congregated in the living area. Please follow me,” he says.

The heels of Jeongguk’s shoes clock against the polished marble floors as he and his father make their way towards the large living area where others are already standing.

“Miss _____ will join you all shortly. Would you both care for a drink?”

“I’ll take a scotch, neat,” Junghyun says.

“Rum and coke for me,” Jeongguk says, nodding his head.

“Jeon! And Jeon Junior!” Siwoo cries, holding up his beer.

“Min,” Junghyun replies, curt.

“Look at us, huh? All in one room, and yet none of us have reached for a throat!”

“Yet,” Jeongguk adds, taking his drink from the outstretched tray in the butler’s hand.

“The Princess must have a tight grip on all our dicks if she managed to convince us all to come here.”

Halfway through a sip, Yoongi chokes on his father’s words.

“Christ,” he says, coughing and beating his chest with his fist.

The double doors leading to the back lawn suddenly swing open, and Jeongguk freezes, ice cube pressed to his top lip, as he watches you walk in barefoot, blood-stained silk robe covering your otherwise underwear-clad body, bloody knife in one hand, and a locked black leather box in the other.

“Afternoon, everyone,” you say, smiling sweetly, despite the assistant behind you, frantically trying to unfold a clean, white towel while balancing a leather folder in his grasp. “I’ll be right with you.”

Jeongguk doesn’t know if he’d rather watch you walk off, or watch the two burly men dragging an unmoving body across the courtyard, leaving behind a trail of blood.

“Have the Woos clean that up for me, will you, Shin?” you add, taking the towel to wipe your hands and the knife, shrugging your robe off to drop it in the fumbling hands of your assistant.

“Y-yes, of course,” Shin says, nose scrunching up in an attempt to nudge his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with his hands full.

Everyone watches you walk off towards the large staircase, eventually disappearing out of sight upstairs, no one saying a word or really moving as the image of you with very little clothing on and blood-stained hands remains ingrained in everyone’s minds.

Another round of drinks later, you eventually return wearing a lace bralette and sweatpants, clan tattoo on your arm on full show.

“Apologies for the delay. We had some… business to take care of,” you say, taking the flute of champagne held out to you. “Please, take a seat.”

“So, what is this intel you’ve heard from Hong Kong?” Sangchul asks, sitting down on the sofa beside Taehyung.

“We’ve gotten word that the Triads in Hong Kong are planning to intercept some of our international shipments and market them as their own,” you reply, taking a sip of your drink.

“‘Our’ meaning your shipments?” Yoongi asks, eyebrow arched; you chuckle softly.

“‘Our’ meaning all of our shipments—amphetamines, opioids, unmarked Berettas… everything. There’s also word going around saying they’re looking into our servers too.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Last I checked, Hong Kong was still using outdated systems and methods, and that they’d all but fled to the States,” Jaesoon says, reaching for a coaster to place his glass on the coffee table. “How the fuck are they planning to do anything against us?”

“They’re friendly with Thailand and Japan now.”

“Bullshit. Japan?”

“When I say ‘friendly’, I mean they had no choice but to cooperate,” you correct. “One of their guys tried to instigate a resurgence, but executed it poorly. At the time, their target had been Bangkok, I believe. They got caught, and in an attempt to avoid losing one of their own, they struck up a deal with the morons over there. How they got Japan’s cooperation… my guys are still trying to get the clear facts about that one.”

“It’s that idiot Kim’s fault,” Junghyun sighs, taking another sip of his scotch. “Leader of the country, my ass. He fuckin’ fumbled in that press conference and got China all riled up again.”

“I’d say so.”

“So what do we do now?” Taehyung asks, rubbing his brow. “Also, who the hell are you getting this information from?”

“Jackson Wang and Mark Tuan. They’ve been acting as liaisons between the Hong Kong Triad headquarters and the small group still hiding out in Jeju. My grandfather had them cross over to the Red Dragons a few years back.”

“And you can trust them?” Jeongguk asks, sitting back against the cushions of the sofa. “They’re Chinese. You don’t know where their real loyalties lie.”

“They swore fealty,” you reply, shrugging. “Also, a pinky finger from each of them currently float in jars in my grandfather’s study. Wanna see them?”

Quietly, Hoseok dry heaves behind his fist.

“Look. We control all the ports of entry into the country through Seoul, Busan, and Jeju,” Jaesoon says. “Why don’t we just put a flag on Chinese citizens?”

“If Kim hadn’t gone on that whole spiel about inclusivity at his last new year speech, maybe that would’ve been a good place to start,” Junghyun says, shaking his head.

“Plus, even if that was an option, they’d still just smuggle their people in the same way they do drugs and whores,” Siwoo adds.

〰️

The meeting continues on, long enough that dinner is served up to feed more people than usual. The group moves to the large dining table, cutlery scraping against plates of perfectly cooked steaks, Korean stews, and al dente pasta.

The strategising pauses for a moment when dinner transitions into dessert, everyone quietly intrigued by how friendly you all are with each other, but no one bringing any attention to it.

“Jesus, the last time I was in this house was in the eighties,” Siwoo laughs, smacking Yoongi’s shoulder roughly. “What the fuck have you done with this place? It’s so… womanly.”

“You’d prefer to look at old pictures of my dead mother on the wall then, Min,” you scoff, swirling your glass of wine between your fingers.

“Your mother was a fuckin’ sight,” Jaesoon groans. “Best pussy in the game.”

“You fucked my mother?!”

“We all fucked your mother,” Junghyun replies, grinning.

“That’s fuckin’ disgusting,” Jeongguk groans, carding his fingers through his hair.

“Dad, you fucked Dragon pussy?” Yoongi says, wincing. “Disgusting.”

“I, too, fucked _____’s mother,” Sangchul says, smiling as he reaches for his own glass of wine.

“Grandfather! You too?!” Taehyung cries.

“Fuck, I ought to kill the four of you for talking about my mother that way,” you say, laughing through the half-hearted threat. “And I would... if she hadn’t been such a fucking bitch.”

“May she rest in peace,” Siwoo says, raising his glass in your direction before downing the rest of his wine.

“Dad,” Yoongi groans, hiding his face in your hands.

“Things were not as tense between our four clans in the old days as they are now,” Sangchul points out as staff clear the table of now-empty plates. “Back then, there wasn’t so much divide amongst us. Besides, it wasn’t just _____’s mother that we enjoyed the company of. Jung’s wife was also quite a vision.”

“Get fucked, old man,” Hoseok cries. “You did not fuck my mother!”

“Oh, but Kim fucking my mother is fine,” you retort.

“Please, Princess. Let the men talk for a moment.”

“Oh sure, of course. Point them out to me first though.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m sure you’d like to.”

“Not as much as Jeongguk probably does,” Taehyung says, grinning.

“What the fuck?” Jeongguk says, straightening up. “Where the fuck did that come from?”

“Oh please, Jeon,” Yoongi snorts. “Everyone and their fuckin’ mother knows you’ve had a boner for the Dragon Princess since she lost her virginity to Wooshik.”

“It was with Seojoon oppa actually,” you correct.

“Eat shit, Min,” Jeongguk spits. “Go fuck your whore of a mother some more. I’d rather fuck a legless dwarf than go anywhere near _____’s pussy.”

“That’s not what you said last Christmas,” Taehyung hums, fingers rolling the stem of his glass.

“Ooh, what happened last Christmas?” you ask, grinning as you lean forward.

“Hold on, I might still have the video actually.”

“You think I meant anything I said last Christmas?” Jeongguk says, neck flushing red with anger. “I was on gin and PCP all night.”

“Everyone knows your body has some weird tolerance to most drugs,” Yoongi says, laughing as Taehyung rounds the table to stand next to you, phone in hand. “You can’t have been that delirious, Jeongguk.”

You interrupt Yoongi when you start to laugh at the sight of a shirtless Jeongguk dancing on top of a marble table with a lit cigarette held between his fingers, before jumping down and draping a sweaty arm across a frowning Seokjin’s shoulders, yelling, with such explicit detail, about what he’d like to do to you at Taehyung’s phone, loud enough to be heard over the booming music.

“How cute,” you coo, fingers combing your hair out of your face. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me, Jeon.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, bitch,” Jeongguk growls, leaning back in his seat with a roll of his eyes.

〰️

“The rooms have been prepared, Miss,” Shin announces as he steps into the room, bowing his head.

“Thank you, Shin,” you say, sitting up in your seat. “Well, if any of you are not keen on driving back to your own places this late at night, there are fourteen rooms in the East wing that you’re free to occupy tonight. Don’t do anything stupid though. There are cameras in each room. Shin can show you the way if you’d like.”

“As long as you don’t creep in at two AM to slit our throats,” Siwoo says, standing.

“Well. I can’t promise you anything, Min.”

You stretch your arm out in the direction of the East wing, waving your fingers as everyone in the group slowly gets to their feet to follow your assistant to the vacant rooms in another section of the house. A question sits on the tip of Jeongguk’s tongue—“and... which wing is your room in?”—but he swallows it back, wary of pending ridicule from the others; instead he trails behind his father, hands tucked casually in the pockets of his slacks.

The rooms are spacious and large, though hardly looking unused like Jeongguk was expecting. He takes his coat off and ruffles his hair when Shin shuts the door behind him, draping it over the armchair in the corner of the room before walking into the bathroom, where clean towels and basic toiletries lay spread out across the marble benchtop.

When he finishes his shower, towel wrapped around his waist and hair dripping wet, Jeongguk hears his phone chime.

RD_SuccubusBitch: as much as i try, i can’t seem to stop thinking about that video, Jeon.

RD_SuccubusBitch: do you think Kim would be willing to send me a copy?

Jeongguk scoffs with disbelief, sitting on the edge of the bed as he types out his reply.

GR_DevilIncarnate: please. what use is that video to you?

GR_DevilIncarnate: OH. oh i see.

GR_DevilIncarnate: you gonna use that video to touch yourself at night with, Princess?

GR_DevilIncarnate: you can admit you’re attracted to me. i won’t let it get to my head.

GR_DevilIncarnate: much.

He lets out a quiet chuckle.

RD_SuccubusBitch: well, not so much you, really. but i do like a man who falls victim to my charms and can’t help himself.

RD_SuccubusBitch: it’s very empowering.

Jeongguk wants to be angry, but something stirs in the pit of his stomach and prevents him from feeling how he wants to. He furrows his eyebrows and stares down at his phone, thinking, eventually growing frustrated when he can’t seem to find a suitable reply.

RD_SuccubusBitch: speechless?

GR_DevilIncarnate: pissed more than anything, actually.

RD_SuccubusBitch: whatever helps you sleep at night, Master Jeon ;)

GR_DevilIncarnate: i don’t know what kind of sleep i’ll be getting tonight. this is the fucking Dragon manor.

RD_SuccubusBitch: hey now, it’s not that bad. you know every room is soundproof, right? we can’t have everyone and their mother know what business we’re conducting within these walls after all.

Soundproof, huh?

Tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, Jeongguk cocks an eyebrow, finger tapping against the edge of his phone as he thinks. He shouldn’t be considering anything other than not replying and putting his phone away to try and get a wink of sleep, but there’s no denying the implications of what you’d just told him.

He wonders if you’re trying to say what he hopes… uh… thinks you’re saying.

GR_DevilIncarnate: thought it was mandatory for all manors and headquarters to be soundproof now. this ain’t anything special.

RD_SuccubusBitch: ah yes, admittedly, the East wing has not undergone as many upgrades as the rest of the manor.

Jeongguk scoffs quietly.

RD_SuccubusBitch: it’s a good thing i’m not staying in the East wing then.

Oh, he knows he’s falling right into your trap, but his thumbs type away before he can think about stopping them.

GR_DevilIncarnate: then which wing are you staying in?

RD_SuccubusBitch: are you planning on visiting me?

GR_DevilIncarnate: no, it’s so i know which wing to steer clear of.

RD_SuccubusBitch: ah, of course.

RD_SuccubusBitch: well then, i suggest staying away from the North wing—especially the last room at the end of the hall upstairs. the door with the gold handle.

RD_SuccubusBitch: sleep tight, Master Jeon.

〰️

Despite his best efforts, Jeongguk finds himself awake at almost two in the morning, forehead damp with sweat as his fist works quickly around his cock. He’s disappointed to find that it does very little to sate the dull throb that’s seemed to make a home in his stomach, and he sits up with a sharp sigh, frustrated and on edge.

He grabs his phone from the pillow next to him, frantic thumbs typing away.

GR_DevilIncarnate: i hate you so fucking much.

Jeongguk doesn’t even care if he wakes you—in fact, he hopes he does.

RD_SuccubusBitch: aww. cute.

He takes a sharp breath, lips pursed as his dick twitches against his thigh.

GR_DevilIncarnate: you better watch yourself, Princess.

RD_SuccubusBitch: why? last i checked, you’re on my turf, not the other way around. if anything, i think YOU should be watching yourself, Jeon.

GR_DevilIncarnate: you’ve got some nerve, you know that?

RD_SuccubusBitch: i’m sorry, i must still be half asleep. exactly what’s keeping you awake?

GR_DevilIncarnate: YOU.

RD_SuccubusBitch: and i’m doing... what?

(Nothing, technically—but Jeongguk’s not gonna tell you that. He’s already struggling with the idea of feeling some type of way towards you as it is.)

RD_SuccubusBitch: how about this: you tell me what’ll help you get to sleep, and i’ll see if i can do something about it. that way we’ll both get some fucking rest tonight.

GR_DevilIncarnate: hmm… how ‘bout a picture of you dead in a ditch? promise i’ll go to sleep with a nice big smile on my face.

The next time his phone buzzes in his hand, he almost drops the damn thing.

RD_SuccubusBitch: image attached - 0930116.png

RD_SuccubusBitch: not sure about ‘dead in a ditch’, but hopefully this’ll suffice.

Jeongguk can’t tear his eyes away from the photo you’ve sent long enough to read the next message you send because he’s too busy trying to memorise the way the black silk falls over your curves where you’re lying down in bed, flash illuminating smooth skin. You’re showing enough to give him what he wants, but hiding too much of what he needs, and he feels his cock twitch against his thigh again, feeling like it’s about to explode with how fast his blood rushes south.

“Fuck,” he groans quietly, fingers combing through his hair.

RD_SuccubusBitch: satisfied, Master Jeon?

GR_DevilIncarnate: how incredibly narcissistic of you to think that your photo was that appealing and that i would finish so quickly.

Jeongguk just finishes typing by the time he’s standing up and pulling on his slacks, walking out of the room and down the hall in what he thinks is the direction of the main area. He’s surprised to find that the manor is not empty and quiet as he’d expected, and that people continue to move around from room to room, speaking hushed words and paying him almost no mind, save from a casual glance here and there.

RD_SuccubusBitch: ah, but it has you riled up enough to be wandering the manor like a headless chicken.

“What?” Jeongguk whispers, looking down at his phone.

RD_SuccubusBitch: turn right just before you reach the kitchen.

He types out his reply, but follows your directions regardless.

GR_DevilIncarnate: what, are you stalking me now?

RD_SuccubusBitch: i told you all that there are cameras, remember?

RD_SuccubusBitch: left at that statue.

GR_DevilIncarnate: what if i just wanted to take a piss? you don’t know why i stepped out of the room.

RD_SuccubusBitch: i saw you jerking off, Jeon. if you wanted to piss, you’d have gone to the bathroom connected to your room.

Stopping suddenly, Jeongguk almost knocks over the statue.

(Later—much later—he realises that it’s a statue of you, in flawless pink marble, naked.)

He feels something in his stomach throb at your last text, the realisation that the security cameras in the room, that you apparently have been monitoring, saw him with a fist around his cock having him huff out an exasperated breath, sounding almost like a chuckle. He quickly tries to compose himself, aware once again that you can see his every move, and keeps walking.

GR_DevilIncarnate: i feel so fucking violated.

RD_SuccubusBitch: hmm then maybe you should turn around and walk back to the room.

RD_SuccubusBitch: i can’t imagine you’re gonna feel any less violated come sunrise.

RD_SuccubusBitch: assuming you can last that long.

GR_DevilIncarnate: oh you just fucking wait til i’m there.

RD_SuccubusBitch: left at the vase.

RD_SuccubusBitch: you’re on the home stretch, Master Jeon.

GR_DevilIncarnate: say goodnight to your legs, Princess. you won’t be feeling them for the next three business days.

RD_SuccubusBitch: don’t forget to knock.

Standing outside your bedroom door, Jeongguk is a little winded, but it has nothing to do with how fast he walked over to this side of the manor, but more to do with the prospect that this is about to happen.

Does he knock?

Of course he doesn’t.

Jeongguk turns the door handle and walks right into your room with determined steps, kicking the door shut with the bare heel of his foot and throwing his phone onto the armchair in the corner of your room before rounding your bed to where you’re standing at a small gold cart, pouring a glass of water.

“I thought I told you to knock,” you say calmly.

Foregoing a response, Jeongguk takes the glass from your hand and firmly sets it back down onto the cart before both his hands frame your face, pulling you close roughly to kiss you. You can’t say the gesture is completely unexpected, but it takes you aback slightly how gently his lips move against yours, your hands moving to rest on his waist, fingers brushing against the soft cotton of his slacks.

“God, I fucking hate you,” he says, pulling back, exhaling sharply as he rests his forehead on yours.

“Oh, do you barge into the bedrooms of everyone you hate and kiss them too?” you ask, chuckling lowly, before your hands move to press flat against his chest as you push him down onto his back, lying across your bed.

“I hate how fucking good you look right now,” Jeongguk groans, throwing his head back against your silk sheets as you straddle his hips, his hands immediately coming to rest on your bare thighs. “I hate you.”

“We’ve established that more than once now, Jeon.”

He lifts his head enough to watch you take your robe off, black silk just as soft as the white silk he lies on, and he groans again, aroused at the sight of your naked body.

“There’s a knife under my pillow,” you say, grinning. “Should we play with it?”

“I fuckin’ knew you’d be a freak in bed,” he scoffs.

“Ah, so you do think about what it’d be like to fuck me.”

“Pretty sure we’ve established that more than once now, Princess.”

Without another word, Jeongguk pulls you down to lie on top of him, lips automatically connecting to yours as he squeezes your thigh, marvelling in the soft moan you let out. His slacks strain against his crotch, the tightness just on the edge of painful, and he grabs your arm to bring it down to where you sit, tongue dragging across your bottom lip.

You take his silent cue to take off his pants, deft fingers undoing the button and zipper before tugging the cotton down to bunch up at his thighs, leaving him to kick his bottoms off completely. He sighs with relief against your lips, one hand reaching up to wrap around the back of your neck, the other wrapping around your waist to press you flush against his body as he dips his head to begin mouthing at your jaw, teeth lightly grazing against your skin.

Jeongguk groans when your ass grinds against his cock without warning, tongue dragging across a healed scar at the juncture between your neck and shoulder before he shudders at the sensation of your teeth gently biting down on the shell of his ear.

“Is it a prerequisite for all members of the Golden Rabbit clan to have such sensitive ears?” you whisper, grinning against his earlobe before flicking his earring with your tongue. “You look like you’re two seconds away from coming, Jeongguk.”

“Fuck off,” he sighs, holding back a moan as his eyes shut, hips jerking instinctively at the way you grind your ass back down against him.

“Let me sit on your face. I’ve always wanted to know what it’d look like to have you between my thighs.”

Jeongguk wants to be annoyed, he really does—but something about the way you speak has the throbbing in his stomach intensify so much that he can only sigh and nod his head. Laughing softly, you press a kiss to his pulse point before sitting up, shuffling up along his body on your knees until they rest either side of his head.

“Wow,” you say. “Can I take a photo? This looks nice.”

He glares up at you, despite his hands reaching up to wrap around your thighs before he pulls you down and drags his tongue across your folds slowly.

You let out a whimper that quickly morphs into a restrained moan when he repeats it again, and again, and again, until he stops pulling away and keeps his mouth on you, lips wrapping around your clit to suck gently at the hardening bud, fingers dimpling your skin. You throw your head back at the same time you reach down, wavy black locks twisting around your fingers as you rock your hips forwards and back. Jeongguk’s eyes fall shut as he groans against you, taking sharp breaths through his nose as he gets sloppier with his mouth and tongue, lips quickly glossed over with his saliva and you.

“Jesus H. Christ,” you moan, jaw dropping in a silent cry. “You know what you’re doing, Jeon.”

“What the fuck?” Jeongguk groans, head falling back as he pants, warm breath ghosting over your skin. “Why the fuck do you taste good?”

You chuckle quietly, and instead of replying, you shuffle back to straddle his hips again, grabbing his chin before kissing him messily.

“Huh. Would you look at that?” you say, releasing Jeongguk’s tongue from your lips. “I do taste good.”

“Will you shut up and start riding my dick already?” He brings his hand down to slap your ass, not hard enough to signal a serious threat, but loud enough to indicate his growing urgency.

“Touchy, touchy.” You sit up, one hand on his chest, fingers splayed over the rabbit skull tattooed below his collarbone, the other hand reaching back for his cock. “The night is young, Master Jeon. What’s the rush?”

You push yourself up, still steadying yourself on his chest, before slowly lowering yourself down onto his cock, letting out a soft sigh at the stretch of your walls around him.

“Holy… fuck,” Jeongguk groans, low and guttural as he throws his head back, neck bared.

“Oh, wow. I’m surprised,” you say, trying to feign nonchalance, but the slight whimper in your voice gives you away. “You’re actually kinda big.”

Jeongguk can’t find it in himself to call you out on it and tease you, especially when he can share the sentiment; instead, he attempts to compose his face, and tries not to give away how much he’s loving every minute of this. The warmth of your body is driving him crazy, and his hands reach up to hold your waist, guiding them as you rock back and forth on his lap.

“Ohh, Jeongguk.”

“Yeah, you like it, Princess?”

“Please. If this is how you fuck, I’ll send a fruit basket to every broad you’ve ever slept with to make up for this mediocre stroke game.”

His hands suddenly hold you still, grip tight on your hips, making you gasp in surprise. Suddenly, without warning, in one swift motion, he sits up and flips the both of you over until you’re lying on your back, wrists pinned to the mattress by his hands.

“Mediocre stroke game, huh?” Jeongguk says, one eyebrow raised, a gold chain dangling from his neck as he looks down at you.

“Yeah,” you reply, smiling and a little breathless. “Think I preferred your tongue, honestly.”

“Bitch.”

He lets go of one of your wrists to reach down and grab the back of your knee, bringing your leg up to hook over his shoulder, the sudden stretch making you gasp again, back arching off the bed.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, the back of your head pressing back against the bed. Jeongguk leans forward, pushing your leg almost right up against your chest, thrusting his cock deeper into you too. “Fuck, Jeongguk.”

“Something to say?” he asks, lips brushing feather-light against yours.

“Yeah.”

He arches an eyebrow, replying, “go on.”

“Make me fucking scream.”

Jeongguk makes a noise, low and guttural from deep down in his throat before he’s kissing you with desperation, hips rocking back and forth rhythmically. He swallows the muffled whimper you let out, hands squeezing your wrists tight, chest and back sticky with sweat.

His lips travel down your jaw and to your neck, nipping lightly at your skin, despite the sheer power he drives into you with every thrust of his cock.

“Fuck,” you whine, back arching off the bed high enough to press your chest flush to his. “Sh— harder.”

“Beg,” Jeongguk says, lifting his head to look you in the eye again. “Beg for it, _____.”

“Fuck, Jeongguk, please. Please.”

“You like it?” he asks, egging you on. “You like this dick?”

“Yuh-yeah. Yeah, I fuckin’ love it.”

“Yeah? You want it, baby?”

“Yeah. Fuck yeah, I want it. Give it to me.”

You wrap your other leg around his waist, the heel of your foot digging deep into the base of his spine, pitch of your moans rising higher and higher. You can faintly hear Jeongguk muttering curses against your lips, but it’s hard to focus on what he’s saying when the coil of arousal in your stomach winds tighter and tighter by the second.

“Fuh-fuck, Jeongguk,” you whimper, hands clenched in tight fists. “I’m g-gonna come.”

Your words egg him on, and Jeongguk starts to thrust into you impossibly harder, beads of sweat rolling down his back and chest.

“Fuck. Come for me, baby, come on. Lemme hear you say my name,” he growls, panting against your cheek.

“Fuck. Right there, don’t sto— oh. Shit, right there. Jeongguk… Jeongguk… Jeongguk!”

Your whole body trembles beneath Jeongguk, muscles seizing as your walls close around him tight, stomach tense, back arching off the bed. You come screaming his name, manicured nails digging into your palms as you squeeze your fists, toes curling.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Jeongguk groans, letting you ride out your orgasm as he continues to thrust until he teeters on the edge, pulling away with a hand around his cock, forcing down his own orgasm. Panting hard, you sit up and push Jeongguk down flat on his back, knocking a gasp out of him that quickly turns into a deep moan when you wrap your lips and hand around his cock, sucking, and jerking your wrist until his hips lift off the mattress slightly. “You’re… y-you’re a fuckin’ minx, you know that?”

He doesn’t need to look at you to feel the way you smirk around him, chest heaving as he reaches down to tangle his fingers in your hair, tugs surprisingly gentle on your locks.

“Are you gonna come, Master Jeon?” you tease, eyebrow arched as your fingers remain wrapped around his cock, your tongue darting out to lick your lips just as Jeongguk lifts his head to look at you.

“All over your goddamn face,” Jeongguk groans, tugging a little more roughly on your hair.

You hum, smirk growing as you say, “are all you Busan men always so… messy?”, soft laughter tumbling from your lips when Jeongguk jerks his hips up in reply. Complying, you lower your head again, revelling in the way the pitch of his moans rises when you suck and jerk without end in sight, feeling the tip of his cock prod the back of your throat.

“God, _____. I’m gonna fucking come. Open that pretty mouth for me.”

You shut your eyes and part your lips, sticking out your tongue for good measure as Jeongguk swats your hand away to jerk himself off, other hand still wrapped around locks of your hair. Curses spill from his mouth, but they stop abruptly, white ropes of come painting your lips, cheeks, and nose as Jeongguk’s mouth hangs open, hips raised off the mattress.

“Fucking h—ohh!”

You lick your lips with a chuckle, opening one eye and sitting up to watch Jeongguk fall flat on the mattress, panting hard, combing his fingers through the now-damp waves of his hair.

“Messy Busan men,” you say, climbing off the bed with a shake of your head and a smile, walking off to the bathroom.

Jeongguk lifts his head enough to watch you, eyes glued to the sway of your hips. He hears the sound of water running for a moment; then it stops, and you emerge in yet another silk robe—a pale champagne colour—face clean, pulling your hair up in a messy bun.

“I need a fuckin’ smoke,” Jeongguk says, groaning but holding back a smile.

“Might have some weed in the top drawer,” you reply, walking back over to the gold cart to pour yourself a new glass of water. “Don’t set my sheets on fire, Jeon.” As Jeongguk stretches over to reach for your bedside drawer, unexpectedly, there’s a timid knock on the door. You sigh before downing your glass of water in one sip, crossing your room to open your door. “You better have a damn good reason for knocking on my door at three in the morning, Shin.”

“Sorry, boss,” your assistant says. “We just got some communication from our guys hiding out in Taiwan, and… you might wanna take a look at this.”

Shin hands you a stack of photos, each one filling a whole page. He stays standing at the doorway as you walk back into your room, eyes scanning the images. Shuffling off the bed, Jeongguk walks over to stand next to you and look at the photos too, lit blunt held between his fingers.

“Eyes up, Shin,” you say, not looking away from the photos in your hand. “Master Jeon might slit your throat if he sees you looking.”

“Wh—” Jeongguk looks over at your assistant, whose eyes quickly look back up to focus on the other corner of your room. “Oh, fuck, man. Are you gay?” You hear Jeongguk groan when Shin smiles sheepishly, reaching for your discarded black robe from earlier, wrapping it around his waist. “Christ.”

“When were these taken?” you ask.

“About twenty minutes ago, boss,” Shin answers, composing himself. “The others sent them over as soon as they could confirm what was happening.”

Despite how heavily pixelated the photosare, there’s no denying what you’re looking at: a large group of triad members, huddled around shipment containers, weapons of all shapes and sizes tucked into their sides. Another pair of photos reveal a close-up of invoices and shipping information for where, you assume, the containers are heading off to.

Jeongguk takes the photo from your grasp, expression as cold and as hard as ice, jaw clenching as he reads the address of the ports of Busan again and again.

“I’ll go wake the others,” he says, voice low.

“Get me Jackson and Mark on the phone, and call Bae to prepare the plane to bring the both of them here from Beijing,” you say, putting the photos down to grab your phone off your dresser and pick his pants up off the floor by your bed. “I’ll be downstairs in five.”

#bts #bangtan #jungkook #jeon jeongguk #mafia!au #this is part 1 ;)#i've been writing this ever since jjk bamboozled us with his 'my time' stages #idk how long it'll take for part 2 to be finished

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Foolish Love, Fake Love (Part 1)

pairing: idol!Jungkook x bodyguard!reader

word count: 2,412

genre: idol!au; angst; romance; drama

warnings: none

previous part: Prologue

summary: If all you can give me is a fake love, then I will be the fool to pretend that it’s all true.

♫ “I'm so sick of this fake love, fake love, fake love I'm so sorry but it's fake love, fake love, fake love” ♫

A punch lands heavily on your upper arm and you immediately stopped in the middle of the pavement, panting hard from all the running. Spinning to your side, you yelped at Yuri who was to blame for the throbbing pain.

“Can you please just change that ringtone already, it is so freaking embarrassing”, Yuri said through gritted teeth while looking around, trying to avoid the attention both of you had garnered in the park.

You stuck out your tongue at her and gave her a friendly push before taking your phone out to answer it.

“What’s up Ssam Chun... Yeah I’m exercising with Yuri... What, now? Ok, see you in the office”, Yuri could only hear your one-sided responses as she paces around you to cool down.

“Ssam Chun’s looking for us, something about a new job”, you huffed at Yuri, still panting since both of you were getting competitive during the jogging.

“One day I'm gonna change that ringtone myself”, Yuri mumbles as she walks back up to you.

“Heyyyy, I don’t touch your Park Seojoon wallpaper, do I?”, you griped.

“Yeah, and my Park Seojoon wallpaper doesn’t yell “I AM A CRAZY FANGIRL” in public, does it?”, Yuri challenges.

“Fine, I will change my ringtone...”, you conceded, and started to jog back towards the office.

“... when they release their new song!”, you yelled back at Yuri.

She rolls her eyes, sighs and gave chase after you.

---

“I told you I will give you the next tranch by the end of this week!”, a male voice bellows as Yuri and you approach the standalone shophouse in the alleyway sandwiched amongst worn down low-rise residential buildings.

You gave each other a little nod before dashing through the opened glass doors to see a pack of men standing around the room, cornering a few students wearing taekwondo outfits.

“These look valuable...”, a provocative voice chimes from a tiny woman circling the room, who swishes her hands precariously near a row of glass trophies displayed in one cabinet.

“Don’t touch them”, the man commanded as he catches her by her wrist just before she was about to land a finger on one of the fragile decorations.

She smiles a sly smile, “Don’t touch me.”

“This has nothing to do with the kids, let them go”, he insisted without releasing his hold on her.

“How can I let them go? They have to be here to be my witnesses... to prove that you grabbed me first”, she smirks with a pretensive demure tone.

“Ssam Chun, let go”, Yuri said sternly before turning to the devious woman, “We have called the police. You’d better get out of here now.”

“What good is having two ex-UFC fighters when you can’t even make money?”, her eyes cunningly looked between Yuri and you as she dusts her wrists with a disdain for the man who was holding on to them earlier.

Yuri restrains herself from launching at her but snidely retorts, “At least we don’t go around obstructing other people’s business or destroying their property.”

You had circled around the pack of men to stand between them and the students cornered inside the practice room.

The shrewd woman lets out a soft chuckle, “I wasn’t even going to touch anything”, she confidently rebuts as though waiting for someone to challenge her.

You had enough of her antics and with no warning you swung your fist a hair’s breadth away from the face of one of her minions and he catches your hand right as they flew near his cheekbone. Everyone immediately tenses in the room and the minion swears, while pulling you in and raising his other hand threateningly.

“I wasn’t even going to touch you”, you hissed at him. Turning to his female boss you spat, “Hey, Madam... he grabbed me first, we have witnesses too.”

She looked completely unfazed, giving you a crooked grin before turning on her heels to head out. “Three days”, she tosses her words as her pack of henchmen flock out behind her.

---

“How much do we still owe Madam Yoo?”, you questioned Ssam Chun after Yuri and you had sent the students home.

“That’s for me to worry, I am feeling sorry enough that the both of you have to constantly be involved”, Ssam Chun replied.

“We’ve talked about this before. You took us in and set up this company when we had nowhere to go. It’s our problem too”, Yuri rebuffs.

“What was it you wanted to talk to us about earlier?”, you sat down onto the floor mats after a physically exhausting morning.

“Oh right, that... There’s a junior I know from school, he’s a manager at some entertainment company now and he came to know that I’m running this Taekwondo school and bodyguard business. He reached out to me and specifically asked for female bodyguards. I told him I only have you two and I couldn’t let both of you do it since I still had to run the Taekwondo school.”

“Which entertainment company is this?”, you probed as the mention of it piqued your interest.

“I don’t know. He wouldn’t say, it seems very confidential. Anyway, I told him ‘no can’t do’, but he offered a really hefty remuneration, which will settle the entire debt we owe and still have excess... so now I’m on the fence, what do you girls think?”, the older man put forth his dilemma.

“What’s the job scope like? How many people are we supposed to be guarding?”, Yuri questions.

“He didn’t say either...”, Ssam Chun answered sheepishly.

Yuri and you both sighed in unison at the lack of information.

“He did mention it’s some guy idols and that if you guys are interested, he wants to schedule an interview later this evening”, Ssam Chun was fumbling around on his desk.

“Ummm, why do they need only female bodyguards. That just sounds very dodge”, you interrogated further.

“He said something about female fans. I think they already have a few male bodyguards but it’s difficult to only have male bodyguards around them, something about bad press...”, Ssam Chun was still ruffling the stacks of paper covering his tiny table.

“Ah ok, that makes some sense”, Yuri nodded, “anyway after the whole fiasco just now, I’m pretty sure we will lose another batch of students. No harm for Y/N and me to go check out this new stint”, Yuri concluded as she picks up a mobile phone hidden under a folder and hands it to Ssam Chun.

---

The manager that Ssam Chun introduces as Sejoon brings over all the coffee on a tray and sets them down neatly in front of everyone. The interview was fairly informal and he did forewarn the two of you that they have gone through many female bodyguards who weren’t able to handle the work.

“So you mean our job is literally only to shadow them and if any female fans try to get handsy, we just need to stop them?”, you asked after taking a sip from the latte you ordered.

“It’s not as easy as it sounds. And... they have quite a number of sasaengs... ‘Sasaengs’ are like...”

“We know what sasaengs are”, Yuri leans back into the sofa seat and sends Ssam Chun a smug wink of confidence.

“OK great... so you gotta look out for their sasaengs, if anything happens, we want to report them”, Sejoon claps his hands together in satisfaction, “I’m fairly happy with the credentials I see and as for the pay...”

“Yeah we are happy with what you proposed”, Ssam Chun quickly asserted, not wanting to give Sejoon a chance to change the offer.

Sejoon nods happily, finally getting one thing off his plate. “So when do we start?”, Yuri questions.

“Tomorrow? They'll be heading to an event, so I will drop by to pick you guys up tomorrow morning at your office, 10am sharp.”

---

By half past ten in the morning the next day, Yuri and you arrived outside the door to a photo studio. A sizeable crowd had gathered, but both of you have seen worse.

“Ok, that’s them, just get close to the door. The fans are going to dash at them so just try to keep them away, the rest of the managers and I will usher them in. Your job is to stop any of the fans from physically contacting them, alright?”, Sejoon instructed as he pointed at an approaching vehicle.

Yuri and you nodded in unison as you watched the shiny black van drive up to the entrance. Both of you stalk up to the door as it opens and you immediately freeze in position as you watch your ‘clients’ alight. You recognised them too easily, much to your horror. Yuri looks up at you in shock as well. The fans break out into a chaos, a symphony of familiar names echoing in your ears.

A rapid jolt of force sends you hurtling forward and bumping into Hoseok who was just getting out of the van. He instinctively tries to grab onto you but barely misses and you fell face flat on the gravel floor. Yuri rushes to you and quickly gets you up, “Do you want to be trampled over? What are you doing? Get a hold of yourself!”, she shouts at you.

You quickly got up and got back to doing your job, but the amount of fangirls trying to overcome the both of you was insane. They were pulling, pushing and groping their way forward and you felt violated in more than one way. You had no choice but to start physically pushing some of them back, making sure not to injure them in any way. The distance to the door must have been less than a fifty metres, but it felt like it took you an entire hour to get there. Eventually, you managed to enter the building behind the seven guys you were protecting and the doors were shut promptly.

You look up to see if Yuri was doing ok, and burst out into laughter when you saw how her hair was a crazy mess, resembling a bird’s nest that had been ransacked. She rolls her eyes at you before saying, “you think you look any better?”, to which you immediately stiffen.

---

In the waiting room, one of the managers, Myunghoon, was applying some ointment onto the minor scratch you had sustained from the scuffle. “The fans are really hard to control sometimes right? We worry that they will injure themselves too”, Myunghoon sighs as he finished applying a bandage over your injury. Before you could concoct a reply to reassure them that you were only caught by surprise, a boisterous music resounded in the room.

♫ “I'm so sick of this fake love, fake love, fake love I'm so sorry but it's fake love, fake love, fake love” ♫

The suddenness of your blaring ringtone gave you a shock. You were sure you had set your phone to silent mode, but you struggled to get your device out, turning off the disturbance as fast as you could. A gush of hotness rises to your cheeks and you squeaked out a tiny apology for startling everyone.

“Ohh, she’s a fan... so cute”, Jimin smiles at you, his eyes scrunching into that familiar crescent shape.

“Ugh I must say I don’t agree with your choice of song”, Yoongi complains lazily.

“Is that your favourite song? Who’s your favourite member?”, Jin asks as he stuffs his face with some snacks, “Or you don’t have a favourite?”

“I...”, you hesitated. You suddenly felt like you may be categorised together with those crazy fangirls.

“Hyung, when will learn to use the term ‘bias’?”, Taehyung chided with a little pout.

“Her bi...”, Yuri was about to blurt out your bias when you tugged forcefully at her sleeve to stop her.

You steal a glance towards ‘your bias’, he looks up and catches you for a split second before you awkwardly averted his eyes.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for a fan to be our bodyguard”, he commented rather seriously to his manager hyung, thinking you wouldn’t hear him amongst all the chatttering.

“Jungkook-ah, it took us a long time to find even these two female bodyguards...”, his manager was trying to pacify him.

“I just don’t like the fact that a fan will be following us around, what if she’s a sasaeng”, Jungkook whispers to his hyung sitting next to him on the couch but you could hear him clear as day.

“I’m not a sasaeng...”, you had taken offence over the suggestion but you replied as politely as you could, “... I didn’t know earlier that you guys were the ‘clients’. But please don’t worry about it, I will never let anything affect my work. If it makes you feel better, we have a service contract with lots of conditions stating what we can or cannot do. I have a lot to lose if I break the contract.”

Jungkook sits up after realising you had heard him. This whole time you had no idea where you mustered the courage to stare at Jungkook right in his eyes. You had always heard he was shy, but you realised he couldn’t even hold your gaze for more than a second without looking away.

“The set’s up, let’s go”, some guy knocked on the door and shouted. The members started to filter out of the room and you watched Jungkook saunter out.

“Sorry, it must have been a shock for you too, our company always likes to keep everything hush-hush. We are happy to have you girls with us”, Namjoon reassures you gently as he walks past and gives you a little pat on your shoulder. He was the last of the members to leave the room and the managers followed them out as well.

“I told you to change that ringtone”, Yuri eventually teased, trying to lighten your mood. But somehow it wasn’t to be lightened. You had always wanted to meet them in real life, but you would never have imagined it to be in this manner.

At that time you should have known, that as with all unexpected encounters, there is always a predictable fool who will think that it is ‘destiny’.

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