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justoneday-namjoonii · 4 years

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anon request: “I really love the way you write angsty stuff so if u want, can u write a scene where jungkook is like involved in illegal stuff like drugs or maybe he's a hitman, Y/N and Jungkook have a conflict about that because she's not happy with what he does, he gets hurt a lot but he enjoys his job and doesn't wanna give it up cuz he loves the thrill. It can be an emotional scene where Y/N tells him that she's afraid of losing him because of what he does. Honestly come up with anything, I don't mind 😂”

prompt: Jungkook is a druglord, you’re a waitress at a shabby burger place. He loves what he does and even though you try to ignore it, it scares you. You fear you’ll lose him if he doesn’t quit and he’s all you have. Your so called family are full of lies and if it wasn’t for Jungkook, you don’t know where you’d be. You wonder every night if the sirens you hear are for him—you pray it’s not for him. Secretly, he feels the same about you.

pairing: Jungkook x reader

genre: angst, drabble, mental health issues, mentions of murder, mature subject matter

author’s note: For the anon who requested this, this is for you! I hope you enjoy~ did i watch Truth be Told and decide to make the OC a twin? yes, yes i did

When you opened your eyes, you started to feel around for your cellphone. When you couldn't feel for it, you rolled over and yawned, it's probably under the bed. That's where its gonna stay too. As soon as you got home from work, you fell face-first into your bed and taking a shower was the last thing on your mind. But now you're feeling the stale department store smell on your clothes. It takes about two minutes for you to roll out of bed and realize you that Jungkook should have been here by now. You grab your phone and see two missed calls and a text from 2 hours ago.

jungkook💖💫: im sorry ill be over a little later baby, something came up

jungkook💖💫: i miss you angel

You smile, he always misses you. And you miss him too, but you know he's probably out there in the slums of the city, doing what he does. How you lucked out with him, you have no idea. One night you were trying to call an Uber to get home from a birthday party at the club. It was around midnight and you had to work so you couldn't hang with the hardcore crowd. You went outside to call for a ride but you were being watched. Some guy kept catcalling, just outright harassing you. It was the scariest night of your life. You were telling him to leave you alone but he was drunk or high, either way, he wasn't all there. He snatched your phone. Just when you thought he was going to grab you, a black sports car, one you would have had to work two lifetimes to afford, stopped at the light. And before you know it, the man trying to get you is being dragged into the alley where he probably would have taken you. You remember being frozen, all you could hear was cursing and blunt force. The mystery man, whose car is still in the middle of the road, emerges from the dark corner between the buildings.

You were completely taken. The smile, the hair, the tattoos, and dangling earrings, paired with a striking gaze—he was an angel. He was so beautiful and he was just looking at you stand there with your mouth open.

"If there's one thing I hate, oh here you go," He hands you your phone and you get a nice look at his hand tattoo, "it's motherfuckers who can't leave women the fuck alone. Sorry you had to deal with that, but he won't be bothering you or anyone else after tonight, or use his hands again," He sighs, fixing his clothes a bit and wiping the blood from the corner of his lip, "are you okay?"

"Yeah, thank you," You slip the phone in your bomber jacket pockets, "not a lot of people would stop a stupid guy from bothering a girl they don't even know."

"Yeah, I'm Jungkook by the way," He introduces himself with a smile, situating his nice clothes, "do you- Um, did you need a ride? I'm not a creep I swear," He holds his hands up in surrender when you furrow your brows at the suggesting—great, now she thinks I'm a pervert.

"I didn't stop that guy as blackmail to get laid, I just-" He pauses to grapple for the right words, "I saw you just standing on the curb and I know it's not safe out here-"

"If it's not any trouble," You interrupt his rambling, "I live about 15 minutes away, I was gonna call a ride but if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it. My name is Y/n, by the way."

That night changed your life forever. It was the first time you had wanted to kiss a stranger, the first night you ever came close to a soulmate. He confesses to having seen you in the club, he was at the bar, refusing offers from every girl from the bartenders to cougars out on the town, at least that's what you always thought. In that little fifteen minutes, you got to know very little about him but you felt so comfortable sharing things about yourself when he asked. He dropped you off and said if you ever needed anything, to give him a call.

You never got to use the number because you ended up seeing him again. He showed up to your job, but he wasn't there for you, he was there for one of your money laundering and pill-popping associates. You were taking a break and for some reason, the break room was eerily empty. After you heard gunshots and the whole store went into chaos. You remember trying to leave and suddenly being swept away and into an outside electrical room apart of the building. You calmed down enough to realize that it was him but you were baffled.

"What're the odds that you would work at the same place as that bastard," He fiddles with the gun, tucking it to his side and flipping on the safety and pulling off his mask with a toothy grin, "do you remember me?"

"You?... Jungkook, how did you- Why are you-..." You make a small step back and swallow, scrambling to think of something to say. "Have you been following me like some creep?!"

"No! this is just a run-in by fate, I swear I didn't plan it. I'm not even supposed to still be here but I couldn't just leave, not without saying something to you."

"Okay...What do you want to say? I have to get back on the clock." You look him up and down, his all-black clothes and heavy boots intimidating but alluring in many ways.

"Wanna grab a coffee?"

For some reason, you said yes to the familiar stranger.

"Sure- I mean no! No, I can't Jungkook, I have to get back to work-"

"Trust me, just come with me," He extends his hand for you to take and smiles, "you won't regret it."

You took his hand and never looked back.

* * *

Nights like this.

When it's too early to ruin his life and too late to pretend like he wouldn't care. So when he shows up to the lounge to enforce an unpaid debt from a client, he leaves with bruised knuckles, two grand, and a rush of adrenaline. He went a little hard on the guy, but can you blame him? He messed up his plans. Tonight is date night, also known as 'crash at your place' night. It worked out though, you had to work late so he wouldn't be too tardy. Judging by the fact that you haven't answered your phone, you must be knocked out.

He slips his hand into his pocket and fumbles with his keys until he finds the one to your apartment. When he walks inside he hears the sink on and smiles to himself, you must've just woken up.

"Baby, it's me," He announces himself, "how was your day?"

"Fine," You step out in your work clothes, still trying to get your earrings out, "as fine as a day working for the devil could be."

"That bad?" You take note of the silk black shirt that's rolled up to his elbows, letting you see his beautiful sleeve of tattoos. When he comes dressed like this, and smelling like smoke you know he's been out into high-end clubs. The way some of the women look at him makes you feel small and a little self-conscious. But he always reassures you that you're who he wants, not some woman who sees him as an experimental one-night stand. When he tells you to meet him in the restroom because he needs to tell you something, you're reminded that you're all he wants.

"She screwed the schedule. My only day off was taken because her favorite, Kasey, has to go out of town."

He unbuttons the buttons on his shirt with deliberate fingers. "You walked out on a job for me before, remember that?" He smiles, letting his shirt fall from his shoulders like a dream. A bruise on his upper arm catches your attention but you don't say anything. "If you're not happy, just leave. I can take care of you, you can be my sugar baby."

"Yeah, my step-mom would love that, I could see it now," You cringe at the thought, "Hey, just a heads up, I'm not working or married but I have a sugar daddy who pays all my bills and lets me use his money for free, oh, he's also a drug lord. She'd really think highly of me then."

"Fuck Carol, she's a judgmental priss anyway," He comes up to you, hands finding your waist, "why do you care what she thinks about you?"

"I don't care what she thinks, but if she finds out she'll tell my dad and I don't want to hear it from him. If he pretends to not be disappointed by the lesser-twin one more time, I'll actually cuss him out...He's such a liar, he lied to my mom and he lies to me.”

"Quit saying that," Jungkook grabs you under your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist so he can sit on the edge of your bed, "you're not the lesser-twin, you're the cute and sexy twin." You sit back on his thighs and you both laugh at his attempt to lighten your mood.

"Well, I'm not a successful surgeon and I'm broke as hell, but at least my boyfriend thinks I'm cute." His hands find their way to the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, revealing a disappointing tank top.

"See, this is disappointing. Why are you wearing a tank top? It's a hundred degrees outside." He sighs, looking up at you like a pouting little kid.

"Because I want to," You grin, brushing his hair from his brows, revealing a scratch, "you're cut."

"Yeah, had a run-in with an old friend, we're obviously not friends anymore."

"You should take me with you on these deals and stuff, I'd make a great bodyguard for you," You joke, "if you showed me how to use a gun."

"You?" He giggles at the image of you secretly acting as a bodyguard, a dagger, and a gun in a garter under a skintight dress. "That's not a bad idea, they'd be too distracted looking at how fucking beautiful you are to see you as a threat."

"Yeah, I always saw as the Bonnie & Clyde type of couple," He leans up to kiss you and you smile through it before he pulls away, "eh, you need to shower, you smell like weed."

He furrows his brows, a snarky smile on his mouth. "And you smell like French fries, but I still kissed you.”

"Touche." You can't argue with that, the French fries smell gets to you too.

He picks you up, carrying you to the bathroom with a beaming smile.

"Let's shower then."

* * *

A deal went bad, he got grazed by a bullet and spent a few hours at the emergency room.

When he pulled in to the driveway and saw your car, he sighed in relief—he was hoping you'd come. After work, you had come by earlier to clear your head and take a breather from your cramped apartment and rowdy neighbors. Ever since his 'new position' he was put up in this huge mansion, equipped with a full staff. Luckily, they were off tonight so no need to keep quiet.

It's getting late and you've been trying to watch a baking show to stay awake but it was getting difficult. He hadn't called or answered any of your calls or texts. When you hear the garage door open, your heavy lids lift and you yawn, trying to wake up so you can tell him how your day has been.

He opens the door with a deep sigh and he's glad you can't see the thick white bandage on his upper arm and tired shadows under his eyes because of the dim lights. "Jungkook, it's so late..." You mumble, sitting up. "what took you so long?"

"Yeah, baby, I just had a mix up with someone who owed the group a lot of money, they, uh- They opened fire and we had a lot to clean up." He offhandedly mentions that and goes to the bathroom to change and you just wait for him.

The painkiller is wearing off but he manages to brush his teeth and slip into some sweats and a t-shirt. After flicking the light switch off, he falls into bed with a heavy exhale. Glad to finally have him close so you can tell him about your terrible day, you turn to hug him, and instantly a wince of pain leaves his mouth.

"Sorry," You giggled, thinking he was just kidding until you see the bandage on his arm, "Oh my gosh," You sit up, hand reaching for his bandage with concern in your brows, "what happened?"

"It's nothing baby, I was grazed by a bullet and had to go to the ER," He spares you a weak grin, hand rustling through his damp locks, "but it's nothing, I feel fine."

It's always nothing to him. You lean down and place a gentle kiss on his forehead, one he would normally place on you. Nights go by and you know he's out there risking his life, not thinking how devastated you would be if one night he doesn't come back.

He caresses the apple of your cheek, lips parting when sits up to try to kiss you, but you pull away.

"Hey, I've had a long day I just want to kiss you," He sits up now, "talk to me."

"Talk to yourself, I'm going to sleep."

"Where the fuck is this coming from?" He glares at you, tone firmer than before. "Y/n, cut the crap. What's the problem?"

"Jungkook, there's no problem I just worry about you."

"I don't mean to make you worry," He speaks softly, "but you know this is what I do, I can't stop now, even if I wanted to."

"I know," Sadly, "but you're all I have."

He tilts his head, a bit confused. "What happened?"

"My sister called when I got off of work. My dad isn't doing well, his liver is in terrible condition and he needs a transplant...He's on a wait-list now."

Knowing the severed relationship you have with your family, he treads lightly when requesting this. "Do you want to go see him?-"

"No!" You snap. "Why would I want to see him? This is what he gets for killing my mother."

"Y/n, you don't mean that..." Jungkook gets uncomfortable when you enter that head-space, you become ruthless in your words and your eyes glaze over with something he has yet to understand.

"Why not? It's true. He was cheating on her, that's why he never came home and she thought something was wrong. So drove out in the middle of the night during a storm and ended up crashing into a tree, because of him. My sister has always defended him, but I think it's because she didn't like mom either...The two of them may have cried at the funeral but I know them, they were glad she left us. That's why I need you, Jungkook, I don't have them or want them..."

"Y/n, you have to learn to forgive them for whatever you think they did, it's going to drive you insane if you don't...Fuck them, spend your energy on us, okay?"

"I'm already insane, I'm with you, aren't I? You come close to being killed every week, and it bothers me to think you might not come home...But I'll go through that if it means I get to have you, I love you, I only love you..." You lay your head on his shoulder.

He’s your angel.

You aren’t sure what you are to him.

#jungkook scenario #bts drabble #jungkook drabble #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #Bts angst #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #jungkook mafia #jungkook hitman #bts hitman au #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #this wasn't supposed to be a murder mystery but idk #i was getting unhinged vibes #like the oc #shes a little crazy

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weatheringquerist-blog · 7 years

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[[The sound clearly came from the infirmary, but further shouts of surprise do not continue. In fact, it is eerily silent and moreso than usual.]]

DAVENFORTH: -Okay, so maybe he wasn't actually able to place that scream. Regardless, Davenforth wasn't sleeping well. A combination of a lot of things, a lot feelings he wasn't processing correctly...or at all. Keeping busy would help right? He rounds the corner into the infirmary, hair poofy and without its proper treatment.-

DAVENFORTH: Whats goin on here

QIRIN: =She is in the hallway in the process of stepping from wall where in her surprise she had flattened herself against it and knocked over several instruments on a medical cart. Lowering the hand she had thrown in front of her by pure reflex, she briefly rested it upon her chest then allowed it to drift down to her side.=

QIRIN: =Qirin lifted a brow to him in greeting as though she hadn't just emitted the noise.= Pleasant night, Davenforth? =On the floor in front of her in a pile of linen which had spilled from the closet rose a teal colored grub that is chirruping happily, waving her forelegs and slowly waddling her way toward the carapacian.=

DAVENFORTH: -Okay wow, that's a lot of commotion for...a grub? He raises a brow at her.- Thought someone was being murdered

DAVENFORTH: Looks like condy is enlistin em younger and younger

DAVENFORTH: Cuter too

DAVENFORTH: -Squats down to the grub- A lil messy though

QIRIN: =She knelt to the ground beside him as the grub turned her head towards Davenforth, lifting her head to sniff the air= She is not supposed to be here. Her caretakers must be wondering where she is. I must notify Miss Raziga immediately. How long has it been since we departed from Avalon? =As she continues, her voice is gradually getting more strained. She is calm however, despite hiding a great deal of panic. =

DAVENFORTH: Long enough that we cant afford to turn the ship around to bring her back -Welp....more grubs. He holds his hand out to the tiny-

DAVENFORTH: So youre not a tiny assassin huh

DAVENFORTH: Thats good because youre really sloppy

QIRIN: =Small, extended whine of despair=

QIRIN: Truly, a criminal mastermind. This was her plan all along, I know it.

GRUB: =She's squinting under the bright infirmary lights and gingerly bats at Davenforth's hand, i.e. the blurry blob in front of her=

QIRIN: This one has been following me from the brooding caverns since the Union's physicians were assigned to give the little ones health checks. I should have known something was amiss when she did not appear at the ship for her scheduled stalking within a week. =her shoulders droop= I suppose I had hoped she had finally lost interest and another lusus had selected her under their keeping.

DAVENFORTH: -Congratulations grub, you have a hand. Davenforth squints at her behind his shades- So you never told anyone she kept sneaking off

GRUB: =still squinting, she hooked her other foreleg around his hand and dragged herself forward. His hand is going into her mouth, and she subsequently began to nibble at it.=

QIRIN: Of course I did. Dirk has known of these occurances since he caught me returning one day. At the time, I told no one as it was merely a minor issue and I felt it was unnecessary to inconvenience staff. The caretakers of the mothergrub know. Some of them thought this to be quite funny.

DAVENFORTH: -Ugh...gross...this is his life now- Looks like shes got somethin in common with jin

QIRIN: Jin? =She's a little out of the loop=

GRUB: =Now that the meat has been sufficiently tenderized, it is time to scale this mountain.=

DAVENFORTH: -Just gonna let this grub climb on him.- Uh yeah

DAVENFORTH: Me and lif have a grub

DAVENFORTH: Thing just kept stalkin her so she decided to keep it shes a limeblood

DAVENFORTH: A statistical impossibility

DAVENFORTH: Like me being a parent

DAVENFORTH: Which apparently i am now

QIRIN: =Her eyes trail from Davenforth to the grub, who is now crawling up the length of his arm=

QIRIN: =she snickered= Congratulations. It should have been expected with the way impossibilities seem possible on this ship. Trolls caring for the own, mystical abilities, coming back from dead. Even you, Dave, becoming a guardian.

DAVENFORTH: Yeah no shut up im not supposed to be a parent

QIRIN: And why is that?

GRUB: =Now perched upon his shoulder, she continues her exploration by sticking a leg in his ear=

DAVENFORTH: -This is fine. Except it's not, and he cranes his head away like please no.-

DAVENFORTH: Because ive got no right bein apart of a kids formative years all im gonna do is fuck it up i dont even know how to take care of a kid

GRUB: =when he moves, she makes a mrrrrrp! noise=

QIRIN: ... =You and me both, Dave=

QIRIN: I am sure you would make an excellent caretaker. If not, there are many on this ship from who you can take advice.

QIRIN: Your namesake, for instance. He has a child of his own.

DAVENFORTH: First things first im his namesake

DAVENFORTH: Im not askin my little nephew about baby pointers

QIRIN: You will have to forgive me for that slip up. Blame it on the fact that I am still reeling from the shock of a grub leaping at my face from what was supposed to be a harmless linen closet. =She laughed again=

QIRIN: Are you betting your child's life on a matter of pride, Dave? ^_^

DAVENFORTH: No cuz lifera is a great mom the kid is halfway in good hands

QIRIN: And why not make "the kid full way in good hands"?

DAVENFORTH: Because my hands aint good for raisin kids -Speaking of, he plucks up the grub into his hands and boops her nose-

QIRIN: =eyes those hands= You are not providing sufficient evidence to prove your theory correct.

DAVENFORTH: Playing with a kid and actually helping them grow without fuckin em up are two different things

GRUB: =looks astonished by the boop and waggles her legs around trying to find the source of what did it=

QIRIN: =she glances at the bby troll, slightly concerned. The eyedrops hadn't improved her vision problems, and Qirin wouldn't know more information until pupation.=

QIRIN: You have barely begun. How are you so sure of this?

DAVENFORTH: -Squints at the little grubby and places his hand over her eyes, kind of shielding it from the light-

DAVENFORTH: Because its me and if theres one thing i know its me

GRUB: =squints a little less=

QIRIN: =she watches this interaction closely. He wouldn't be a good father my ass.=

QIRIN: So. What you are saying is that you have already resolved to failure and you are not even going to attempt it?

DAVENFORTH: Its the light thats botherin you huh yeah its stupid bright in here -Bye Qirin-

QIRIN: Why is it when I come close to making my point, you divert the subject?

QIRIN: =She huffs and gets up to stand to fix the lighting situation, because he may be onto something there.=

DAVENFORTH: Whats that rami

QIRIN: =She flicks off the lights to that portion of the hallway and dims the others to the floor lights so that they arent sitting in complete darkness.=

QIRIN: I am trying to state you will not know until you try, and there is absolutely no harm in asking for advice from those who know the subject of childrearing.

QIRIN: =she began picking up the linen that had fallen to the floor, neatly stacking them back in the closet again.=

QIRIN: You can either accept that there are certain subjects of which you are unaware, and pursue sources of knowledge to rectify that. Or you can make no attempt and remain ignorant. ^_^

DAVENFORTH: Pffft and here you are preachin again look i know what i know and i know what i dont

DAVENFORTH: Didnt know a damn thing about being my own manager and i figured that out

DAVENFORTH: If youre so high and mighty as a parent then why dont you take care of this one instead of screamin bloody murder

QIRIN: =she seems aghast at the prospect.=

QIRIN: Dave, I know that I may sound—

GRUB: =At the adjustment of the lighting, the grub's eyes turn spherical and she chirrs. Nibbling Davenforth's fingers in thanks, she makes a subsequent beeline for the Carapacian.=

QIRIN: =eyes the grub almost fearfully= ....incredibly...hypocritical....

GRUB: =starts crawling up Qirin's skirts=

QIRIN: But I literally know nothing of the subject. When I was cloned, childrearing was not written into the construct of my DNA. I have no intrinsic knowledge of how to care for the upbringing of my own kind, and I especially do not have the knowledge of how to care for children of another species.

GRUB: =Slides back down the fabric of her leg=

QIRIN: =slightly distressed= Oh, little one, I do not fit the requirements necessary to be your caretaker. D:

QIRIN: Surely, there are others far more qualified.

GRUB: =tries climbing up her leg again=

DAVENFORTH: No one is born with child testing in their dna

DAVENFORTH: Besides

DAVENFORTH: You wont know know until you try and theres no harm in asking for advice from those who know

DAVENFORTH: You can either accept that there are certain subjects of which you are unaware and pursue sources of knowledge to rectify that or you can make no attempt and remain ignorant

DAVENFORTH: B|

QIRIN: :(

QIRIN: I admit I dug my own grave there.

DAVENFORTH: Theres always someone more qualified

DAVENFORTH: Just because i think im gonna fuck the kid up dont mean i wont try

QIRIN: Well.

QIRIN: That is good, then.

QIRIN: Effort is always commendable.

QIRIN: However Dave, this is an entirely different situation that I—

GRUB: =manages to crawl up her side and into the crook of one of Qirin's arms=

QIRIN: =her arm automatically (and subconciously) moved to cradle the grub.=

GRUB: =She snuggles in, just wanting to be held.=

QIRIN: =horrified=

QIRIN: This is a manner of...of...of mistaken identity! I am no lusus!

#in which a stowaway #tenaciousgodliness

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