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criminalmindsmad · 4 years

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Are you finished?

This one is SO long (3400 words long lol), and I must’ve been real moody when I wrote this but please don’t be mad at me! I’ve merged 2 requests together because they may have been very similar had I not! Let me know what you think! Leave any comments in replies or in the tags if you reblog ❤️- Ash x

Requests:

-Something angsty for hotch, i know this is very broad but idm what you choose to do with it since all of your stories are amazing!!

-Can I request a Hotch x reader where they’re close/kinda flirty and work well together but then Hotch is suddenly really cold to her because he realised he has feelings for her and he’s forced to talk about it when they have to share a hotel room?

“Oh hey! Aaron!” you shouted across the precinct realising there were about 7 cops looking at you. You cleared your throat “Agent Hotchner. May I see you in the conference room for a second.”

He looked at you and cocked his eyebrow, he could tell by the look in your eyes you were up to something and as much as he loved it now was not the time. “Is it important Y/N?” you couldn’t stop your cheeky smile forming on your face, it couldn’t be less important if you were honest, but you nodded anyway. Hotch gave in and walked over to you and into the conference room. “What is it Y/N?” he tried to be serious but he couldn’t help but smile a little. You paused briefly wiping the smile off your face, looking out of the window for dramatic affect.

“Your butt looks good today” you looked back over to him and he just shook his head, let out a little giggle and left. You quickly followed him.

Over the course of the case you two were your usual selves, talking about everything and nothing in between bouts of case work, gently touching one another whenever you got the chance, catching the other staring and making fun of them. You and Hotch were best friends, anyone in the world could see how close you were. Which was…great…probably…you had resigned yourself to being best friends aware that being anything more was just completely off the table.

A major storm had hit the night you’d caught your unsub, grounding the jet and leaving the BAU stuck in Dallas with nothing to do. Most of the team had taken the opportunity to get some sleep retiring up to their hotel rooms one by one. You’d decided to stay at the bar for a little while and treat yourself to a glass or two of wine, things had been a little dicey on this case and you felt like you needed it.

As you sipped at your wine and watched the rain splash against the window a warm hand pressed itself against the small of your back. You flinched at the touch and turned to face them, grabbing their wrist as you did so and yanking it away from your body.

“Hey that’s not very polite!” Some smarmy guy in a business suit smirked in your direction as he put his hand up in defence.

“Neither is touching someone without their consent.” You released his hand and shoved it away.

“Look you don’t need to be a bitch, I was just trying to be nice!” He got up in your face, trying to intimidate you “Jeez you’re not even that pretty anyway!”

“Hey back off!” Aaron had emerged from behind him and began bounding over towards the pair of you. You smirked at him as you grabbed the guy harassing you and pushed his face into the surface of the bar, not spilling a drop of your wine.

“If you think I was being a bitch then…you must think I’m a colossal bitch now! Ha!” You picked him up and shoved him away from you, Aaron caught him as he flew towards the door.

“I think you owe my friend an apology.” The guy looked at you once again and shook his head.

“Let him go Aaron, he’s not worth it.” You nodded to him as he let go of the man and walked over to you.

“You ok?” He put his hand on your arm and looked down at you. You smiled back and bought him in for a hug.

“Yeah, much better thank you"

That night you two spent hours talking, moving up to your hotel room at around 3am.

“Look I just think if the toys in Toy story come to life because kids love them then of COURSE food is alive because we’ve all seen kids eat chicken nuggets!” You both laughed as you sat back down from your rant, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him.

“Your brain is both amazing and stupid!” He laughed and leaned towards you, stopping both of your laughter in its tracks. Suddenly it felt like there was a rope wrapped around you both, pulling you together. Like the world moved in slow motion as your bodies moved closer, your eyes locked on his as you pressed your mouth against his. He returned your kiss moving his hand to your hair and holding your face against his. And then as suddenly as your lips met, your lips parted and Aaron moved away from you “Y/N! This is highly unprofessional” you looked at him with stunned eyes, your mouth hanging open in shock.

“What?” You could feel the tears prickling at your eyelids as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Aaron?"

"This should not have happened. This was clearly a moment of weakness on both of our parts.” You stood up and walked towards him, holding you hand out.

“Aaron can we talk ab…”

“No” he pushed your hand away “I won’t have to take any professional actions against you however we are not to talk about this with each other or our colleagues again, is that clear.” You nodded. Silently willing yourself not to cry. “Goodnight Agent Y/L/N.” and with that he left, leaving you in the dark of your hotel room.

You didn’t sleep at all that night. Instead sat tormenting yourself over what had happened, figuring out what signs you misread and at some point you questioned if it ever happened at all.

Morning arrived and you slumped down in the lobby waiting for your team. As you glanced around to check if anyone had arrived before you, you noticed the guy from the bar last night staring at you from reception. You pulled your sunglasses down and tried to ignore his existence.

“Hey, where’s your boyfriend?” The man wandered over a cocky expression plastered on his face “wouldn’t put out for him either?”

"Wow… I would almost have forgiven you for being a drunk asshole but I guess you’re just a regular asshole huh.”

“Listen bitch I know the sheriff. I can do whatever I want right now and you’re heading straight to county!” He tried to get up in your face. Standing up you met his eye level and tried desperately to wipe the smile off of your face.

“I’m FBI jackass, I could break your arm right now and I wouldn’t get so much as a disciplinary.” It was an obvious lie but this douche didn’t need to know that.

“Agent Y/L/N!” Aaron’s voice boomed from behind you, as you turned your head and spotted him and the team in your peripheral you suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you “what are you doing? Do we have to have a talk about your professionalism on cases?"

"Sorry Aaron this is just the guy from the bar last night.” You motioned towards the now even more cocky man next to you.

“Once again Agent Y/L/N it is not professional to sleep with someone every time we are away on a case.” Your mouth dropped open as he spoke, eyes fixated directly on his.

“What did you just say to me?” Anger radiated from your voice. “I did not sleep with this man."

"No she didn’t but she did threaten to break my arm.” You looked at the man stood next to you and without missing a beat he recoiled away from you in fake fear.

“My apologies sir. Y/N you’re suspended. Find your own way back to Virginia and be in my office at 8am Friday.” He spoke as if it was the most natural thing in the world, as if you were just some background character that no-one ever knew the name of and not someone he considered a close friend mere hours earlier. He walked by you, stern face completely unmoved by the shock plastered all over yours. The rest of the team shuffled by offering comforting eyes and the occasional touch on the shoulder, they seemed as shocked and confused as you were.

And then they were all gone, you were stuck in Dallas, alone and heartbroken…at least you were in a bar…silver linings.

***

“Aaron… do you want to talk about what happened back in the hotel?” Rossi cornered Aaron in the plane kitchen. Concern spread across his face.

“What is there to talk about? An agent acted unprofessionally, as they had done many, many times before, and I finally realised I needed to do something about it. I will discuss this further with agent Y/L/N when we meet next week. As for now, I have some paperwork to get started on.” He walked away, leaving Rossi stood at the other end of the plane. Emily and JJ looked over to the older man with questioning looks on their faces which was met, to their dismay, with an equally confused face from David Rossi.

***

“You’re late Y/N” a very stern Hotch mentioned as you knocked at his office door, not bothering to even glance in your direction.

“I’m 15 minutes early Aaron.” You noted the clock on the wall.

“Exactly.” You fought the urge to scoff at his comment “take a seat” you did as he said, sitting yourself in front of him. Usually the time you spent in his office was either splayed out on the couch or perched on his desk, this chair was uncomfortable, no wonder you never sat here. “I’ve taken the difficult decision to place the incident and your behaviour on the case last week as a strike on your record"

"What?” Your eyes and mouth open wide, you couldn’t quite believe what you were hearing. “But Aaron! That goes on my permanent record, it could affect my role in this team and the FBI as a whole. I find it very hard to believe that what happened last week is grounds for that kind of action."

"You threatened a civilian Y/N."

"After I was threatened and sexually harassed! You saw what he was like! I can’t believe what I’m hearing!” You stood up off of your chair and turned your back on Hotch, placing your hands on your head in frustration.

“Please calm down Agent Y/L/N! Don’t make me extend your suspension further.” He stood up and slammed his hand on his desk making you turn around to face him. You stood eyes connected in complete silence breathing in unison. “The mark goes on your record. You may start back with us on Monday. Take the weekend to cool off and maybe think about what a professional wears to the office."

You looked down at your v-neck and skinny jeans, an ensemble you had worn some variation of during your entire stint with the BAU. You let out a small scoff, composed yourself and spoke "fine. See you on Monday Agent Hotchner. Have a nice weekend."

Leaving his office you shut the door and met the gaze of your teammates. JJ was the first to walk over, offering to walk you out. As you stood in the lift with her you decided to let your frustrations out.

"I just don’t get it! It’s like some weird twilight zone where my best friend has been replaced by a nastier moodier version of himself and nobody but me knows!” She laughed at your comments and placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

***

“Agent Y/L/N!” Hotch’s voice boomed across the North Dakotan precinct catching the attention of anyone within 15 miles of him. “interrogation room now!” You had become used to being dragged into rooms whenever Hotch saw fit, his eyes burning into you whenever you did anything trying to find a mistake or reason to call you up. And the once gentle touches had become rough pushes go get you to move in or out of somewhere. The last month had been Hell, on top of your one strike Hotch had managed to find a way to give you another, during a week of back to back late nights and stressful days you’d accidentally fallen asleep at a desk and no one had decided to wake you before they rolled out to apprehend an unsub, Reid had gotten injured and sure enough Hotch blamed you entirely ‘had you been there and not sleeping on the job we may have caught our suspect without an agent ending up in the hospital’ for some reason the rest of the team felt the same and your relationship with most of them had been a bit strained recently.

“Hotch, have I done something wrong?” You asked, shutting the door to the interrogation room behind you.

“What is this?” He threw a case file onto the desk, notes and pictures sliding out as it slammed against the table.

“It’s Ryan Knowles, a potential suspect, I saw his name pop up a couple times and had Garcia run him through our system, juvenile crimes, peeping tom and a non existent mother figure. He fit our profile, I asked JJ to put him on the board so that we could…”

“And why would you do that?” His question took you aback, what was that supposed to mean?

“It’s my job? To follow a hunch and see if it pans out.” You furrowed your brow unsure why you were in trouble.

“Maybe not for much longer. I’ve noticed you’re slacking, sleeping on cases, following ridiculous hunches and causing the team setback after setback!” He threw the case file against the wall sending paper everywhere “follow your hunch, and you better hope it pans out or you’re off this team"

"You can’t do that!” You shouted trying to hold onto your composer for just a moment longer. He began to walk out of the room, putting his face close to yours,

“Watch me.” He pulled his face away and walked out of the room leaving you shocked and confused. You began to pick up the papers of your case file trying to put them back into some order as your tears began to blur your vision.

You stood up and wiped away your tears, looking at a picture of your unsub you decided you were going to prove you were right and prove why you deserved that spot on the team, not that you really wanted to be there much more anyway.

***

“Put the gun down Ryan!” Your unsub pointed his gun directly at you, you’d managed to catch him attempting to bury his victim, You had radioed for backup as soon as you saw him and could hear the sirens in the distance “you don’t want to do this, hear those sirens in 30 seconds they’re all around here and if they see you standing there out in the open with a gun it’s not going to take too long for you to be the one in the ground.” You swallowed hard, keeping a level head as you gradually lowered your gun “but if you have me they’re not gonna shoot you, how about you let Amber go and take me instead, look I’m unarmed” you kicked you gun slightly away as you heard the screeching of tyres.

“Come here.” You walked slowly to Ryan he grabbed you and quickly held the barrel of the gun to your head. You watched Amber run off and be caught by JJ, you sighed with relief that they had made it to you in time.

As Aaron saw you his heart leaped to his throat and his stomach hit the floor. He’d thought he’d managed to bury his feelings for you after everything that had happened, but there you were completely vulnerable with a gun to your head and he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly worried. As Rossi tried to talk Ryan down Hotch kept his eyes focused solely on you, catching your stare right back. You nodded slightly and forced yourself downward allowing Morgan to land two shots directly into Ryan’s chest.

As you pulled yourself free from his arms you ran forward to your team and for some reason Aaron was the first to pull you in for a hug. Your body tensed up and you blinked with confusion but at least you were safe and he wasn’t firing you.

***

“I’m sorry Miss Y/N but there was an incident with your room. A pipe burst and unfortunately we cannot let you stay in that room this evening. We managed to collect all of you belongings before they were damaged but it seems you will have to share with one of your colleagues.” The older woman at the desk was ruining your life, not actually but in many ways she was. Your team had already gone up to their rooms while you spoke with reception. “I can give you a spare key to one of their rooms so you can just go and let yourself in ok?” You nodded and took the key, you didn’t mind sharing a room with most of your team, as long as it wasn’t Aaron.

You knocked on the door and began to let yourself in “Hey it’s Y/N! My room got flooded so the front desk gave me your key! I guess we’re roomies for tonight huh!” You finished opening the door and was met with the face of Aaron Hotchner. You sighed “ah. I will go get a different key.”

“NO!” He cleared his throat “no it’s ok, we can share I don’t mind.” You silent nodded and closed the door behind you, putting you go bag down on the desk you began walking over to the couch to get comfortable “Agent Y/N.” Hotch stated sternly. You stopped abruptly and sighed, you knew friendly Hotch was too good to be true. Turning on your heels you didn’t give him a chance to speak first.

“Look I know I was reckless, but you didn’t really give me much of a choice. If this means I get fired then fine because I saved a life today and that’s enough."

"I’m not going to fire you. In fact I wanted to say something.” He looked sincere, and sad like whatever he was about to say was painful or something “that night in Dallas, when we talked for hours and then we kissed, well for some reason it broke me, I knew I liked you and knew I found you attractive, I just never put it all together until that moment. I realised I loved you and I wanted to be with you, and I freaked out. Everything I’ve done over the last month was because I was so scared that I was going to get hurt or that you were going to get hurt and it would break me, but then seeing you today and realising that you could die it all went out the window, I don’t have time to be scared, I want to be with you and I realise that now. I’m so sorry” He stopped his ramble, looking into your eyes with his big brown puppy dog eyes, pleading forgiveness and willing you to return the sentiment.

“Are you finished?” He looked shocked by your question nodding to respond. “And that’s it is it? You made my life hell because you love me?” He nodded again, quickly glancing to the floor. “What do you want me to say now? That I love you too? That I forgive you? Well I’m sorry but no. I used to, but then you ruined it. You cost my friendships with the team, you cost me my perfect record and my job and you almost cost me my life, because you are an immature, petty self centred prick! I’ve been so stressed and tired I’ve lost 10 pounds for god’s sake! I’m sorry Hotch but your half assed confession isn’t going to fix this.” You sat down on the sofa and put your head in your hands leaving Hotch stood in the middle of the room, eyes drilling a hole into the floor, looking the way you looked after he left you alone in your hotel room that night. Neither of you moved, both unsure as to what should happen next. “I’m…I’m not saying that we can never happen. I just need time to process, and forgive you and learn to love you again.” His eyes had moved up to you again and you noticed the tears that had formed starting to leak out as yours quickly did too. “What… what erm… what side of the bed do you want?” He laughed slightly at you comment and smiled weakly at you a smile which you returned. Maybe in a little while, this wouldn’t be so hard again.

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sweetbunnykook · 6 years

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Only You (5)

Word Count: 13,217 // ANGST, a hint of smut

Photographer!Jungkook X Noona!Reader

Summary: Jeon Jungkook, your wedding photographer, helps you escape on your big day upon learning about a secret your groom-to-be kept hidden. You soon fall for this young, passionate photographer. However, you underestimated just how much he was willing to reciprocate that love. Maybe, you think, he’s loving you just a little too much.

A/N: I want to thank you guys for being so patient with me!! I know I promised this chapter for a while now and I was finally able to write it the way that I hoped to. This chapter is almost twice as long as my previous chapters so please bear with me lol I hope y’all enjoy it! - Bunny (🐰)

If there was one thing Jin was good at doing, it was following his instincts.

In an overpriced apartment west of Hong Kong, Jung Hoseok rolled over in his sleep. He was utterly exhausted, having worked a grueling fourteen-hour day when his boyfriend’s computer decided to crash that afternoon, erasing loads of work he’d done from morning. It would be an understatement to say he was pissed. Which was why, when he stumbled into the apartment two hours ago, he’d wrestled Yoongi onto the bed and fucked himself unconscious. The worst day of his life was followed by the best sex of his life, so he wasn’t complaining when his cell phone decided to ring just mere hours after he passed out, although it was still bothersome. Yoongi groaned into his chest at the annoying beep of his cellphone so he simply slid off the bed as quietly as possible and answered, hoping that whoever was calling at such a time in the morning better have a life or death reason to interrupt his sleep.

“Yea-Hello?” He answer-asked, groaning slightly when Yoongi rolled towards him and gently tugged his thighs to ask him to come back to bed. He sat on the edge, switching on the lamp with the flick of his wrist to earn a groan from his boyfriend who was now shielding his face away from the light.

“Hey Hobi, it’s Jin. Do you have time?”

Hoseok blinked once, then twice, startled at hearing his former partner’s name. If Yoongi wasn’t pinching his thighs in annoyance he would be sure he was dreaming. Ever since Jin left his government work behind, things had grown stale at the office. No more jokes, no more chugging coffee over seemingly impossible-to-solve cases. Usually he would send emails to keep in touch, only using the phone, a specific phone that is, to discuss something important. Jin calling him out of the blue like this only meant one thing. Jin needed information, and he needed confidential information. He needed it fast.

“What’s going on?” Hoseok asked, his voice lowering a pitch.

“There’s someone I need background information on.”

Yoongi sat up and placed his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulder, listening, his hands settling on the broad shoulders. Hoseok didn’t utter a word, merely listening to what Jin had to say; he didn’t provide explanation as he hoped but he trusted the man completely.

“Who would that be?”

There was a slightly hesitation on Jin’s end, as if he was fully comprehending this decision for the first time. “J…Jeon Jungkook.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” Hoseok repeated, motioning for Yoongi to jot the name down on the yellow notepad on the nightstand. It was only when he had finished writing that he probed for more questions. “Who does he work for? Are you in danger?”

Jin shook his head, running his hands through his hair, slowly regretting the call. “He’s…one of my f-friend’s boyfriend; a photographer living in the Seoul area, about a decade younger than us. There’s something off about him that I couldn’t shake off…it’s the same feeling I got five year ago. You remember, Hobi?”

Hoseok can only nod, mind swirling with images of the case that he still has nightmares of. He’s sure that Seokjin also goes through the same routine – the vomiting, followed by more alcohol and paralyzing numbness. It was a case he never wanted to recall and he swore off having children in the future because of it but having Jin himself tell him, out of the blue, that the first thing he thought about Jeon Jungkook was that case…it made him sick. As much as he wanted to help Jin, he didn’t want to have to deal with this case again. But respect won over fear in the end and he found himself staring at the yellow notepad with Jungkook’s name scribbled on it.

“What,” he swallowed, having to clear his throat as his toes curled in and out on the carpeted floor. “W-What made you think there’s something off about him?

In the heart of Seoul, Seokjin stood, circling around his mahogany desk to rummage his eyes over the dusty bookshelf filled with binders and yellowed files. He toyed with the buttons on his vest before reaching up to untighten his tie.

“It was his eyes…” he said, softer. “He reminded me of Kim Taehyung. I oversaw Taehyung during a transfer and he just…there’s something so familiar about Jungkook when I think about him.” He brought a hand up to his face, squeezing the bridge of his nose to recall the boy’s face. But he couldn’t figure it out; it has been way too long and he was too young, caught in the moment of it all to remember exactly what his task was. The only thing he remembered was Taehyung’s eyes – filled with malice yet hollow at the same time. It was like staring at two empty holes in a skull.

“And you think Jeon Jungkook is of the same kind as him?” Hoseok asked, his heart no longer racing as he heaved a sigh. He’s had moments like this before and they all end in the same way – with nothing.

“No, no no,” Jin disagreed with slight panic. “I just got that same feeling from Jeon. My friend…well, I don’t want her to get hurt again and this was the fastest way I can get this shit off my mind. There’s something about him that’s off and you know how I am with paranoia and-“

He knew that Seokjin wasn’t the same after the case but he didn’t know that it was still killing him this much, enough to suspect a friend’s boyfriend out of all things.

“Jin,” Hoseok exhaled, slowly so that his ex-partner wouldn’t hear the exasperation. “I know we’ve been doing this for a long time. It’s…it’s unhealthy.”

Jin was silent over the phone.

“We can’t keep chasing after people like that anymore, I mean, look at us now. We left that part of the department long ago because of all that fucked up shit. We can’t keep pulling up files to make sure people are saints, it doesn’t work that way.”

“I know.” Jin said. “That’s why I’m asking you for this favor. If I don’t find anything with Jeon, I’m going to stop with all of this. I promise, Hobi…just this one, please. This woman,” he exhaled, “my friend…she’s very important to me.”

It wasn’t the promise that made Hoseok’s heart lurch in his throat but the softness in which he talked about this woman he so desperately wanted to protect. He knew that feeling all too well with Yoongi – the terror of losing a loved one, taking desperate actions so out of his moral compass. But he does it for Yoongi, no matter what it may be, and it seems like Jin, the man who had declared he would never stop his playboy life, found that one person he’s willing to throw away his pride for. It was almost sad to see because men like him and Jin were not cut out to do things out of love; it’s the paranoia, the adrenaline that spurs them and, in the pursuit to protect, they alienate themselves from their loved ones.

In the end, it didn’t matter. This is the only way they know how to live.

“Alright,” he said after a while when Yoongi squeezed his arm in a shy display of comfort. “Give me a few minutes. What’s his description?”

He heard Jin exhale the breath he’s been holding over the line and he couldn’t help but smile. Same ol’ officer Seokjin with his sixth sense for danger.

“About 5’10, maybe 5’11…, young looking for his age, dark features and lean although he’s a bit muscular. He’s not very well known in the photography industry as she told me, but I think his choice of career will help narrow it down.” He rubbed his face, growing antsy. “Hobi, I really owe you one.”

“Mm, just give Yoong-ah and I a place to stay when we get back to Seoul.”

“Will do,” he said and Hoseok was satisfied to hear the relief in his voice. This Jeon Jungkook boy must have been lingering in his mind for a while if he was pressuring this hard.

He watched Yoongi crawl across the floor and grab the laptop out of their shared duffel bag and boot up the silver machine.

“Just a background check?” His lover asked, raking his hair back and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Hoseok felt a pang of guilt since it was obvious how sore and tired he must have been although he would never admit he enjoyed watching the older man, so dominant in his field, become putty in his hands.

“Yeah, baby.” He smiled as Yoongi brought the laptop back to the bed, sliding it upwards as he glided across the bed on his stomach, feet dangling off the edges. Hoseok took the chance to straddle him, caging him with his arms as his head dipped to place kisses down his spine.

Yoongi’s skin trembled with laughter as he carefully maneuvers around the database and avoid the security firewalls that would, no doubt, land them in hot water if they aren’t careful. It was difficult enough with Hoseok planting kisses all over the skin, the agent’s heart light with the thought of Jin having found a person he cares for, even if she is taken. It meant that he too can become like him – move on from the last five years after tonight and never look back once he’d see this Jeon Jungkook’s empty case file. Maybe that was why he couldn’t stop touching his lover so ardently, tracing his fingertips along the back dimples and small muscles They wouldn’t find anything and they can gradually learn to accept that not all paranoia impulses represent reality.

It took a little over half an hour to find the file with Jungkook’s hidden in a separate section that had Yoongi’s eyes squinting in suspicion that there might be something off.

“Hobi…”

“Mm?” He questioned, not paying attention as he placed another kiss on the side of his waist. He heard a few clicks from the laptop, silence, and a small gasp.

“Hobi, hey, come look at this,” Yoongi said and the panic in his voice reached him this time.

The dark-haired man raised his head over Yoongi’s shoulders and peered at the screen, hand reaching out to trace the words on the overview before falling to the picture.

“Holy…shit…”

Jin took another sip of scotch and clicked on the file that his dear friend had sent him in record time. The ice clinked inside the square crystal glass and, as strong as the liquor was, it slid smoothly down his throat and warmed his chest.

He knew he could depend on the man; he never fails to deliver, not even when they had worked on the trafficking ring back in China, the most difficult case that had forced many talented colleagues to pursue a different career path. But not Jung Hoseok – never Jung Hoseok. He may not work actively as an undercover but he’s still directly involved with the cases that pool through the office.

However, Jin could not entertain himself with the thought of his former colleague, not when the file opened to reveal a very young-looking Jeon Jungkook, eyes staring into the soul of the camera lens, restrained by a straitjacket. Jin’s lips parted and, with the precision of a former agent, navigated around the hundreds of pages to find the section where all the crucial evidence is held. Because he knew where that picture was taken. He knew, exactly, what the number on Jungkook’s snow white jacket meant.

The question was: how did someone like him manage to integrate back into society?

He scrolled further, reading with the speed of light over the case file that has reached its expiration. There was very little information about the type of crime he’d committed. It had simply mentioned that Jeon Jungkook, an orphan surviving with the help of a friend, was an accomplice; but an accomplice to what? Jin had no idea, not even when he’d looked through the details of the case on the left side of the page with pictures of ropes, teeth, and a few pictures of melted bodies. The details were masked in a fog of mystery.

The people in charge of handling this case have ruled that he was fit to be released, as it would seem, but the details were odd. It was almost as if Jungkook was forgiven rather than freed. He was able to return to society due to his “rapid progress” but there was no mention of the treatment process except for vague observations of the boy under surveillance that “insinuated that the institution no longer feels the need to treat him any further.”

But this rarely happened and to those that were released, it took nearly a decade, sometimes more. Jungkook was released at a terribly young age. The worst thing about realizing the danger that he would impose on you was the fact that without a crime committed, he could not do anything since the case has reached its verdict and Jungkook is technically not on the run.

Jin has to move, and he has to move fast but one wrong step and Jungkook’s ears will perk in his direction. Every bone in his body told him that you were in grave danger despite years of criminal inactivity by the dear boyfriend, which altogether adds to the suspicion that he can be triggered any second.

He dials for Hoseok again and this time he picks up within the second ring.

“Did you read it?”

“Yeah,” Hoseok choked, nervously glancing at the laptop on the bed. “Jesus Christ, Jin, remind me to never doubt your senses again.”

A chuckle rose but never found its way out of the retired officer’s throat. “I knew there was something off. Who would’ve thought he ended up in the same facility as Kim Taehyung.”

“It’s not just a facility. He ended up there because he did something terrible enough to be locked with the rest of them. How in the hell are you going to handle this?”

“The case said he was an accomplice and it was ruled that someone else had done the deed but…I don’t know. Hobi…I’m terrified.”

It was the second time he’d heard Seokjin say that, the first being five years ago, and Hoseok’s gut churned.

“You’re going to have to gather any evidence that can reopen this case but that’s…Jin, you can get into a lot of trouble for this if you get caught. Invasion of privacy, trespassing-”

“I know,” he interrupted, “but I need to do this for her…and for my own sanity as well.” He looked at the empty glass cup. “It’s something I’ll have to do my whole life. Chase after people.”

“If there’s anything you need, I’ll help you. But you know how all of these things work. We would be back in square one if they find out I’m helping you do this and I’ll be locked out, Yoongi too.”

That’s true. The odds were against him but it was a risk, he realized in this moment, that he’s willing to take. He had lost too many people in his life not to take this leap.

Jin sighed, squeezing the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “I’m going to think about it for a few days and watch her to see if anything is going on. We aren’t as close as we used to be because of him but I’m going to have to do something to get her attention. I need some time to figure this out so don’t worry, I won’t need you to do anything troublesome – sending this file was enough.”

With a spark of determination, Jin’s eyes returned to the picture on his monitor. “Thank you Hobi, for everything. You have no idea.”

“Be careful…and stay alive.” His former partner said, unable to talk any further as awe washed over him once more. Man, what are the chances.

The call ended abruptly, too many scenarios floating in their minds to talk any further. They needed time to marinate the idea that someone as psychotic as Jungkook is walking around Seoul and no one is blinking an eye. Who in the hell released him!? The boy was clearly unstable, as Jin remembered him in the office. The laugh that held sinister intent (he was definitely NOT imagining that), the way his eyes pierced into any man that came near you, the constant manipulation of your emotions to make you feel sorry for him.

It was fucked. Fucked in the head.

Jin turned on his heels and reached into his cabinet stuffed with alcohol – he’ll need something stronger if he wants to get through this night without the thought of your body floating to the surface in the Han river.

And it was with the first shot of vodka that he recalled something you had told him after Jungkook moved in with you. It was a rare moment of vulnerability in which he stumbled upon. It was the only time you’d revealed your personal life to him after what happened with Namjoon, since it was a dramatic change that even you felt unprepared for, and Jin was far too eager to feel close to you again that he’d almost missed what you had said.

“I’m a bit nervous about meeting his parents though.” You smiled fondly down at the charm bracelet Jungkook bought with his savings. “He said he doesn’t really have a good relationship with them and I’m a bit nervous because of my age. It’s so out of character of me to date someone so young, yeah Jin?” You asked, chuckling lightly, not waiting for his answer as you resumed drinking your morning coffee.

Jin’s hands clenched around the small glass cup.

Jungkook didn’t tell you his parents are dead.

…………..

The afternoon came almost too quick for comfort but you stay wrapped inside Jungkook’s embrace, loving the way he drapes over you like the warmest blanket you’ve ever had the pleasure to be under. You molded into him so perfectly it was almost as if you were made for him from the start. His soft breath brushes over your forehead, reaching out to you even in his dreams, through the tangle of limbs under the thin blanket that covered his soft cock and absorbed the rest of his cum on his abdomen. You were reminded of what you had done and a small smile tugged your lips.

“Baby,” you whisper, tracing your finger on the curve of his bottom lip. He whimpered slightly, head shaking to the side before falling back towards you.

“Kookie…baby,” you coo, your fingers running over his cheeks before softly nudging his head. “You have to wake up. You’ll feel groggy all night if you sleep for too long.”

He groaned, murmuring your name under his breath and turning on his shoulder to bury his face in your hair. The blanket slides down his hip as he maneuvers a leg over yours, trapping you further into his heat.

“Baby,” you coo again, blowing cool air on his neck. “It’s time to wake up.”

You hear him sigh and move his head back, glaring down at you with half-lidded eyes. Your hand immediately darts up to remove the crust in the inner corner of his eyes. He allows you to do so without opposition although his lips were pulled in a soft pout.

“Noona, why can’t we sleep in?”

“Because,” you pick the crust in his other eye, brushing away the small crumbs that fell on his cheeks. “You’ll get a headache,” you say in-a-matter-of-fact manner, “and I need a new phone.”

Jungkook’s hand moves over yours to finally wipe away the remains of sleepiness and huffs, thumping his head down on the soft couch cushion dramatically in a fit of frustration.

“I’m sick,” he whined, making his voice as nasally as possible. “Aren’t you supposed to give into my demands?”

“No, I’m supposed to make better judgements for you.” You boop his nose and make your move to pull away from him but his strong heavy arm comes down around your waist and jerks you back down.

“Ugh, Kookie, we can’t-”

“I just realized something, noona.” He said, his tone serious, voice deeper than usual. You turn your head towards him, squirming under his piercing gaze.

“W-What?” You ask him, frozen in his arms.

“You gave me a blowjob.”

“Yeah?”

His voice was soft. “You’ve never done that before.”

You open your mouth but you had no words to say. Have you been that selfish with him? You couldn’t count the amount of times he had his mouth between your legs, his tongue in both of your holes yet you haven’t given him a blowjob in the months that you’ve been together. A tinge of guilt twisted its way into your gut and you blinked a few times before looking away.

“I didn’t even notice.” You murmur awkwardly and Jungkook nuzzles into your neck, kissing his way down your shoulders.

“It’s okay. I’m just overwhelmed that you did that for me.”

You chuckle a little, the humor in your voice nowhere to be found. “You’ve done so much more, baby.”

“We have an eternity to make up for it.” He laughed and the guilt in your chest was replaced by something alarming, something that made your hands sweat and your body seize. Jungkook didn’t notice your sudden silence, preoccupied with the skin of your neck and the faint smell of perfume and oils in your hair.

Why did that scare you so much? The thought of being together with Jungkook for a long time. It didn’t even have to be an eternity, maybe ten, maybe twenty years? He was bound to fall out of love with you, isn’t he? That’s what happens to men. They fall in love with you because it’s the right time for them to settle. They make you feel important, wanted, loved. Then when they have you in their grasp, they get bored until something new and shiny comes along and you get left in the dust. You would have your first gray hair before Jungkook. You would retire before him, advance your career before him. He’s going to leave you when you fall into this mold of stability without the spark of adventure you had in your early youth.

Namjoon has done that to you even before you reach that stage. Kim Namjoon, the oh-so-handsome son of your mother’s close friend, the person you’d spent most of your life pining over. His brother was a better candidate for you but you chose him because he looked loyal, confident, smart, almost unreal. He seems like the person who’d stay by your side for he accepted the familiar boring but content life that would inevitably come with old age. It felt unreal that you’d thought through decades with him when you couldn’t even make it past the wedding date.

And yes, he was unreal. It was too good to be true and the fantasy you’d put together for years crumbled as soon as Namjoon laid his eyes on Yori, the shiny new apple of his eye.

If he had done it, why would it be different for Jungkook? In fact, you thought as you feel your boyfriend’s thumb caressing your jaw and suckling on your hard nipple through your shirt, it would be even worse with Jungkook. He’s young, gorgeous, talented, passionate. He’s everything a person can ask for in a partner. So why would someone like him settle with someone like you, the dried up remains of a woman that used to be as vivacious as a college student.

You bite back your tears, swallowing down your insecurity when you feel Jungkook raising his head to kiss you on your lips. You close your eyes and lean back, letting him do as he wishes, except this time your tongue darts out to taste his lips, enjoying him like it’s your last time. He groans in your mouth, murmuring your name softly and letting the word coat your desperate tongue begging to feel him again. He could taste the slight saltiness of his cum in the corners of your mouth, making warmth spread from his stomach down to his cock.

“I like tasting me inside you.”

You smile, eyes still closed to stop the burning behind your eyelids. You didn’t want to cry and worry him; he was already sick and just some time ago you’d seen how self-destructive he gets when he worries.

“I do too.” You say, turning your face away and bringing his mouth back to your neck to avoid him.

Jungkook took this as a sign that you wanted affection and so his body moves to semi-hover above you, hands gliding across your body and snaking under your shirt to explore the warm, pillow-soft skin. He could feel small slits that have long healed on his fingertips, the cuts that he’d made to take you in his mouth and swallow you, to be one with you.

He feels your pulse beneath his lips for a few seconds and pulls away knowing that if he’d continued, you wouldn’t leave the couch despite your own pleas.

After all, your safety was more important. If you were left without a cellphone, he wouldn’t have any way of knowing whether you needed him or not. He was still on the high from the blowjob so it wasn’t painful for him to stop and plant a chaste kiss on your forehead to signify the end of what could have been despite the small whine that left your lips. Your heart, however, twists painfully in your chest. Did he not want you anymore? Did you do something wrong? It was almost like you’d forgotten that you wanted to leave the couch just a moment ago.

“Let’s continue this tonight, yeah?” He said, pulling himself up as you grab onto the cushion and mimic his motions.

“Mm,” you agreed, not looking at him, yawning slightly as the feeling of soft comfort began to wear off. It was a good thing he stopped, you thought, because the more affection he showed, the more you wanted to cry. It was an inconvenient time to hit a depressive episode but you trust yourself to manage it well. Jungkook is sick and you have no time to worry about your insecurities; it’s not like you can burn off all the fat in your body and give models a run for their money overnight.

You didn’t pay much attention to the way you dress this afternoon. After all, the sun was lowering outside and there wasn’t much to do besides purchasing a new cellphone and walking around the department store for some fresh air. You wore a simple white button-down blouse, your lips twitching into a smile as you watch your boyfriend in the bedroom mirror slipping into his own white shirt as well. You weren’t the type to purposely match outfits like teen couples do but the coincidence left butterflies in your stomach. You slip a black skirt on, tucking the ends of the blouse underneath the stretchy waistband and combed your long hair back.

“Should I cut my hair?” You ask Jungkook in the mirror as you rolled perfume on your wrists and behind your ears.

“I like long hair,” he said, tucking his white shirt in his jeans and grabbing deodorant from your vanity. “But you’ll look cute even when you’re bald.”

You giggled. “You’re so ridiculous.”

He flashed a beaming smile, watching you slip into your beige Burberry trench coat. The least you can do is put some effort into your clothes if you were going outside without makeup. You didn’t want to look out of place next to Jungkook who always seem to look effortlessly beautiful with his god-like proportions. Women turned their heads whenever he walked in and the pressure to dress better began; you wanted to look good for him, to be worthy of holding his hand in public.

“We shouldn’t stay for too long. It might rain again.”

He turned his head out the bedroom window and looked at the gray-blue hue of the city that smelled of damp soil. Rain was comforting for him; he took you in his arms for the first time in the rain.

“I don’t mind.” He said, grabbing his own black coat from the hanger next to your closet. The heavy fabric draped over his shoulders so perfectly one might have wondered if the coat was tailored for his body. “Rain smells so nice.”

“Your fever will get worse though,” you walk towards him, placing your hand on his forehead. He was warm but the fever seemed to have gone down with medication and hot soup.

“I’m much stronger than I look, noona.” He grinned.

“It doesn’t mean I won’t worry.”

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “I know.”

The ride to the department store helped you extract the deceitful, insecure thoughts in your head. It was irrational, you say to yourself, to think that he wouldn’t be loyal. If his hand holding onto yours through the entire ride didn’t say it, it was the loving glances from the driver’s seat that did. When his eyes weren’t on the road it was on you, watching you as you stretch your hands out of the window to feel the cool, damp air. A few stray droplets of rain kissed your skin but thankfully it did not rain heavily through the ride or else you wouldn’t be able to enjoy a car ride like this. How long has it been since you can enjoy a ride without the heaviness of adult responsibilities on your shoulders?

But good days weren’t meant for you; it was as if the world didn’t want you to rest for even a second. The moment Jungkook turns into the lane that stretched into that expensive department store filled with designer brands and restaurants your stomach drops. It belonged to Namjoon’s father – the department store – and the friends you left behind in the past managed this branch. The chances of you meeting them were slim since they did not physically work inside the stores but the thought of walking inside made you clench your stomach for the paranoia that would ensue.

You stole a glance at your boyfriend humming along to a song on the radio and then back to the dipped road that reached an underground parking lot. Thankfully there were only a few more hours left before closing time and you wouldn’t have to worry about seeing someone you know. At least, you hoped so.

“Have you been here, noona?” He asked, maneuvering your car around rows of other cars to find the closest space to park.

“Y-Yeah,” you stammered, fingers turning cold. “Just a few times.”

“It’s my favorite place.” He said, eyeing the mall from the gaps of the building. It really was an amazing place – you’d know because you’d helped Namjoon’s father manage it during an internship experience for college. “It’s a little far but I always drive here. They have this one great record store that sells some of my favorite supplies, you know, for the studio. We should stop by too,” he giggled, “I can’t believe I didn’t think about showing it to you before.”

“Okay…”

You rolled the windows up and undid your seatbelt when he slides the vehicle between two larger Mercedes. Thankfully the area seems to be deserted with very little cars around. You tell yourself you weren’t looking for Namjoon’s car yet every silver car you see from the parking lot across makes your heart race. Jungkook locks the car and takes your hand in his, burying them into his pocket.

“Your hands are so cold, noona. You shouldn’t have worn a skirt tonight, it’ll be even colder later.”

You shrugged. “It’ll be okay, we won’t stay too late anyways.”

“Tell me if it gets too cold. I’ll give you my coat.”

“But I’m wearing a coat too.”

He looks down at your attire worriedly. “It’s too thin.”

You rested your cheek on his arm and walked towards the flight of stairs that led to the entrance of the main department store. Although you stay relatively calm, your eyes dart from side to side in search for anyone you might now. You feign excitement, pointing to a pair of shoes or sunglasses in order to keep Jungkook entertained or else might notice your nervousness and you know that never ended well. He might be younger but he can read through your lies in a snap.

Jungkook headed towards the mall entrance, dragging you along with him as you keep your head lowered. A few women from the counters glanced his way, whispering to their coworkers and you bury your face in his arm. He didn’t take notice of them but even if he did he didn’t show it. His hand was still wrapped around yours inside his pocket and that gave you the confidence you need to not dwell on those women.

“Let’s go to the record store first. We can get the phone on the way back – it won’t take long.”

He sang an “okay!” and headed towards the large record store next to the Louis Vuitton that made your head turn away in discomfort. People flew in and out of the designer stores despite the closing hours that loomed over the department. You were suddenly hit with the memory of Namjoon’s father buying a luggage for you before your study abroad trip in college. It made you quite sad, actually. He was stern but he wasn’t a bad person; in his own way, the old man was nice and if one got to know him as well as you had, they might even find him kindhearted. You missed him a little. After all, it was him who’ve taught you everything you know since your father passed away.

“Oh my,” you exclaim when Jungkook opened the black frosted glass doors to the record shop. The walls were stacked with vinyls and record equipment. There were a few instruments also – guitars, violins, basses, and a full set of drums in the corner. The shop, even from where you were standing, looked impeccably organized. Art supplies in one corner, music sheets and accessories in the other, and the rest were filled with other miscellaneous albums in all forms – cassettes, CDs, vinyls.

“Oh hey, Jeon!” A man from behind the counter waved and Jungkook waves back with a smile. “How’re you doing?”

The man had a slight accent, a little rough around the edges, and he would have been out of place in Gangnam if it wasn’t for his pretty boy looks. He was slightly shorter than Jungkook but had bleach blonde hair and a cat draped around his shoulders. He was dressed in ripped jeans and a large white sports shirt that fell to his hips.

Did the mall even allow pets inside the store?

“Great, actually! A little under the weather.” He shrugged, smiling. “I brought my girl with me this time.”

You blush when the man’s eyes meet yours but the warmth that was held behind his dark brown eyes settled the discomfort in your stomach. You smiled, bowing slightly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Jungkook talks highly about your store.”

The man laughed, patting the cat’s butt on his shoulders. “Yeah, he better. I worked hard to get a loan to open up this place. Ah, I forgot” he stepped in front of you stretching out his hand. “Park Jimin.”

You replied, shaking his hand, head turning towards your boyfriend when he then drags you to the far right corner of the store where film cameras were on display. Jimin follows behind, a knowing smile plastered on his face. The cat meows on his shoulder.

“Are you looking for anything special?”

“Not really. I don’t really have the funds for a Leica but I’ve been looking for one for a while.”

“Ah,” he patted the cat’s butt again and you wonder if that’s a habit of his. “I have a few shipping over next month. Taehyung got me hooked with some old man in Cuba that needed some kind of surgery. The guy is as broke as rat so he couldn’t pay for the procedure in cash but apparently he owns some rare cameras in great conditions. I’m hoping he could sell them to me.” He said as if that old man had a choice to not sell them to Taehyung.

Jungkooks brows furrowed. “Tae’s in Cuba now?”

The nickname caught your ears.

“Not anymore.” Jimin said, wincing slightly at the slip of his tongue. “He called me this morning and told me he has to go to Hong Kong quickly. That’s why the Leicas are gonna take a while to get here.”

“He didn’t tell me about any of this.” Jungkook said, his voice suddenly heavy. Feeling out of place you turn your head to the cameras on the shelf but your ears were turned to Jimin who stared up at Jungkook with a hidden purpose behind his eyes.

“He didn’t want you to worry. Plus he knows you like Leicas…that’s why he’s going through the trouble of-”

“I’m going to call him later.” Jungkook said, signaling the end of their conversation. His voice was back to its original light and childlike nature. “It’s been so long since we talked over the phone anyways. It’ll be just like old times.” The tension in the air that you felt earlier seemed like an illusion.

Jimin nodded, walking behind the counter and placing the cat next to the cash registrar. The tuxedo cat settled on her belly, arching her small back towards the blonde to get his attention. “I’m sure he won’t mind. Just don’t tell him I told you about this or else he’ll have my neck. Little chimmy here loves my neck,” he said, scratching the cat’s chin and cooing at her. “Don’t you, babygirl? Don’t you?”

At that point you’ve established that you don’t know anything about your boyfriend’s personal life other than the side that he shows to you. You’ve met a few of his business partners and you’ve been to his galleries but you don’t know any of the people that are close to him. Hell, you haven’t even met his parents yet. Does that mean he’s ashamed of you? That he doesn’t want his friends to know he was serious about you? You were more than just a passing fancy, right? The insecurities about your relationship with him were back, infesting your head like cockroaches. If destructive thought forces its way into you know there were more behind the walls of that mature girlfriend image you’re putting up in front of Jimin. All it takes is one person to step inside the bubble you place over yourself and your boyfriend and the image of a happy couple breaks apart. It didn’t help that you were already on your toes just being inside this building.

“Do you have Phoenix’s new album?” You asked Jimin all of the sudden, making Jungkook look down at your tense face.

Jimin pointed at the stack to the left of his body. “CD or vinyl?”

“CD, but I’ll take vinyl too.” You said, taking your hand out of Jungkook’s pockets with a little too much force than necessary. You can feel your boyfriend’s gaze on you as you head over to the stack, fishing out the album and CD. It was so out of character for you – actually, you were sure in the entirety of your relationship you’ve never bought a single music album. It was mostly streaming and Jungkook knows about it which is why you wonder if you’d made him suspicious of the turmoil inside your head.

You place the CD and the matching vinyl next to the cat. You fumbled with the wallet in your skirt pocket, feeling the corners of the leather catch onto the chiffon. The two men watched you as you manage to finally take the small beige wallet out and place it onto the glass showcase with shaky hands, trying to fish out your debit card stuck inside the little plastic pocket. Jungkook immediately knew something was off.

“Here, let me pay for it.” He said coming closer to you.

Jimin whistled. “Look at Jungkookie paying for his girlfriend,” he laughed. “A real gentleman, eh?” He elbowed the air, turning to the registrar to ring you up.

Jungkookie; another nickname you don’t know about.

He takes Jungkook’s card instead and you were left with a discomfort that was difficult to explain. It was as if you were tagging along in Jungkook’s life with little say. Even the people around him, it seems, pay no attention to your actions. They all move through you.

“Thank you.” You say softly when Jimin places the items into a paper bag with the store emblem. You make the move to take the tag but Jungkook reaches forward and take them in his instead, curling his fingers around your wrist with his free hand to bury your hand in his coat pocket again. The only reason you didn’t resist was because you could feel Jimin’s judgmental gaze on you.

“We’ll come back later,” he said, smiling when you didn’t pull away. “I have some other things to do. It’s a little too late for a shopping spree anyways.”

“Do you want anything else?” He turned to ask you, hoping you would look up at him but you simply shook your head and pushed your wallet back into your back pocket.

You felt small between the two men – insignificant, invisible. All these things you don’t know about your boyfriend. How did they meet? Why does he know Taehyung? How come they’re so concerned about each other and how come they never ask anything else but your name? It seems that what all people want to know about you is your name and what you can do for them, if you’re of any use. That’s what Namjoon had done anyway in the lifetime that you’ve known each other. He forgets everything about you – your birthday, your graduation, your dates. It’s as if people keep you around when they haven’t found anything better to replace.

Screw it all.

“Do you want to just get the phone and go back home?” You ask in a small voice as Jungkook gives a small wave to his friend over the counter and pulls you to the door. It wasn’t like you can get any fresh air after such a humid rainfall anyways.

“What do you mean? We just got here.” He said, smiling slightly to appear ignorant. Something was happening inside that head of yours and it was killing him slowly. He saw the hesitation in the car and it worsened once you met Jimin. What is going on?

“I-I mean,” you stammered. “You’re sick so I don’t want to make you go on a proper date, you know? We can always go once you feel a little better anyways. And the m-mall isn’t really quiet you know?”

You were sprouting bullshit and you both knew it. Sensing that Jungkook was growing upset, you plaster on a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

“I really wanted you to listen to this album too. It’s perfect for driving,” you say, pulling him along with you to find the cellphone shop quickly. The building, Jimin, the people swarming around like flies – it was suffocating.

“Okay, noona.” Jungkook said yet the simplicity in his answer makes you squirm. He’s upset with the lack of enthusiasm you felt for his favorite shop and he’s obviously worried that something is wrong with you.

On the way over you were coming up with many excuses to cover up your tracks. You could blame it on his fever and say that you might be catching it too. You did just give him a blowjob, right? Exchanging bodily fluids can be the reason. Yes, your reason could be just him and the fever. You won’t have to tell him about the department store, about Namjoon and about why you didn’t tell him earlier in the car. It would be a simple explanation and you can feign sickness for the next few days if it comes to it. Jungkook would be too overcome with worry for your health to question you any further.

Yes, that sounded perfect.

Jungkook led you inside the cellphone store while you were lost in thought. On autopilot, you ask for the latest smartphone, not even looking at the price as you slide your card this time and pay for the item, thankful that your boyfriend was busy choosing the proper case to buy. Not even half an hour and you were ready to bolt from the building. You have to say you were growing paranoid with age. Maybe, you laugh to yourself, your hand clenching into fists, that’s why you’re impossible to be with. One second you’re begging your boyfriend to stay out of bed and get fresh air and the next you’re forcing him to drive back home just because you’re worried someone might see you with your new man like some antisocial cryptid.

It was with great relief that you reached the parking lot without seeing anyone you knew. Your head was turned back to see if anyone was following you and it was only when Jungkook rounded the column separating the entrance of the department store to the parking lot that you crash into his back from his abrupt stop.

The universe, you think, must hate your guts. Of all the friends you can meet from your past, the bridesmaids and groomsmen, you meet them.

It was strange seeing her after all these months. The swell of her belly was pointed towards you in mockery and you feel yourself squeezing Jungkook’s hand. Here you are, standing in front of a woman who intimidated you in the past. But now you no longer felt the stinging pain in your heart at the thought, and the sight, of her.

Instead, it was rage.

It was the blood pounding in your ears, the cold sweat that made your hands clammy. She had it all; beauty, wealth, and now, a baby. A baby you didn’t want before. But now, standing next to your tall, dark and handsome boyfriend, the idea of bearing his child ignited a fire in you that you’d long smothered. The thought makes you physically sick because even in this position you were wishing to have what she has. You really are pathetic.

“Hi,” Yori spoke, her hand wrapping around Namjoon’s arm with an intimacy that makes your heart squeeze. There was a diamond ring on her finger. “It’s been a while.”

Your spine straightens and you glance between Namjoon’s wide eyes and parted lips before answering.

“It has.” You were thankful that your voice was steady and calm, although much deeper and eloquent as you normally speak. “Congratulations on the baby.”

She smiled, her plump pink lips stretching. “Thanks, it’s a boy. Congrats on your new boyfriend too. He seems,” she eyed him up and down. “Decent.”

“I think we should go.” Namjoon bowed, watching your body press against Jungkook’s side in uneasiness. It was a mellow signal that hinted at the extent of your relationship with him.

“Why?” Yori asked him. “We should stay friends, shouldn’t we? I mean, you have your boyfriend now and I have my soon-to-be husband-”

Husband.

“-why should we be so unfriendly with each other? Make love, not war.”

You swallowed, feeling Jungkook’s hand tremble against yours. You weren’t sure whether it was from the cold or from anger; you suspected the latter. And he really had every right to be angry; Yori was throwing it in your face, the life that you looked forward to your whole life. With Namjoon’s baby inside of her, she owns a piece of him and the reputation he holds in the business world.

“Yori, this is enough.” Namjoon said, taking a step away from her only for the woman to clutch onto his bicep, fingers rubbing the muscles underneath with a confidence that made you feel like a voyeur looking into the window of a loving couple.

“Don’t you want to know who he is, Joonie?”

Humiliation. That was what you felt standing in front of the people you used to call your best friends, your closest confidants. This day, you smiled bitterly, was filled with nicknames. Tae, Jungkookie, Joonie – why the fuck are people always so good at keeping you at arm’s length.

“It’s alright,” you said with a poise that makes Yori’s smile falter. “I’m sure he knows already. Don’t you, Namjoon-ssi?”

Namjoon swallowed, his eyes boring into yours, unable to look at your boyfriend in the eye. He was younger, more fit, and obviously more loyal to you as he can see by the way he seemed ready to pounce on him. He wasn’t drunk enough to pick a fight with him.

“I don’t have the time to do this.” He retorted with a force that makes you flinch back. You hated how weak you were under his gaze; it was those eyes that you looked into when he took your virginity and it was those eyes you felt on you when he proposed. Had he always been this cold? Yori too? Your eyes were brimming with tears and the fact that your boyfriend hadn’t dragged you away made you feel even worse. It felt like he didn’t care enough to protect you now. What happened to all those times when he’s been jealous? What happened to that anger? Aside from the trembling of his hands you see no response from him and you turn your face away from the couple, a tear falling from the corner of your eyes to the cheek. You tug your hand away from Jungkook’s coat pocket.

Let me go, let me go, let me go-

“Talk to her like that again and I’ll cut your fucking throat.”

Namjoon’s eyes meet your boyfriend’s and you whip your head towards the sound of that voice, so raw with uncontrollable violence. You swallowed, no longer worrying about Yori seeing your tear-streaked face.

“Pfft,” the pregnant harlot giggled in her hand when your face turns red at her voice. “Oh my god this is so tacky.” She continued. “You know, when I heard you got a boyfriend I didn’t know he’d be this cute and gulli-”

Jungkook tears your hand away from his pocket and launches at your ex-fiancé with the speed and strength of a professional fighter. You’d never seen him move so quickly, feet pounding against concrete as he fisted Namjoon’s polo in one fist and landed a solid right hook to his cheek. Yori yelped, stumbling back onto the silver Audi and she let out a choked scream when Jungkook snarls. He brings the hand on the shirt towards Namjoon’s neck, pushing his thumb against his esophagus before landing another punch against the nose this time. Your legs began to shake and you stumble forward when you hear the audible crack of his nose and blood sputtering from the nostrils. Your boyfriend’s small waist allowed him the freedom to maneuver quickly onto the body, straddling the older man’s hips between his thighs.

“Don’t!”

thump

“Fucking!”

crack

“Talk!”

squelch

“To!”

groan

“Her!”

Namjoon’s head pounces off the pavement and Yori screams, wrapping her arms around her stomach as she curls away from the blood that spills over her Chanel flats.

“Jungkook no!” You sob as you carry yourself over to his trembling body and throw yourself onto his side, successfully pushing him off to the side. Spots of blood painted his chest and, as he wipes his hand across his face, blood smears on the side of his grinning face. His eyes were wild in frenzy and his teeth were barred with every breath he took.

Namjoon held a hand up towards you, rolling onto his side as Yori crawls to him and yells towards your direction. You couldn’t hear what she was saying with the ringing in your ears, your eyes darting back and forth from Jungkook’s dark gaze to the bloodied man in front of you.

“It’s…okay…” he groaned, spitting a ball of blood and saliva onto the floor and holding his nose with the hand caked with dirt. He looked defeated, even before Jungkook threw the first punch. “It’s fine.”

You shake your head, feeling your boyfriend’s hand on your elbow as he hoists you up. You couldn’t believe that someone like Jungkook – someone who takes care of stray pets in the neighborhood, someone who massages your feet after a long day, someone who cries in romantic comedies – would have the willpower to do something so atrocious. You turn on your heels and your hand pull back before meeting the side of his chiseled face. His head snaps to the left but his face remains hard with the adrenaline flooding through his veins.

Embarrassment and shock fueled your system and you slap him once more on the same cheek. How could he be immature enough to do something like this? And in front of that bitch who would no doubt cry crocodile tears in front of her group of friends and spread rumors about this ‘violent and dangerous’ boyfriend of yours. You can already hear your mother’s voicemails in your phone telling you to move back in with her.

“We need to leave,” you say as Jungkook’s eyes began to soften, his hand coming up to hover over the pink hand stain on his skin. “Now!”

You drag him towards your car, grabbing the shopping bags off the floor while ignoring Yori’s insults and screams for help behind you as she cradles Namjoon’s fatigued body on her lap. You can feel your former fiancé’s eyes on your back as you drag your boyfriend into the passenger seat, shoving him and the bags harshly into the confined space before unlocking your side and stepping in.

“N-Noona, I-” he attempts to speak, no longer possessed with the need to harm another human.

The car lurches back and nearly hits the concrete column behind. You spare one glance in Namjoon’s direction, seeing him use the back of his car as leverage to hold himself up. He looked much thinner than the last time you’d seen him and the thought was enough to make you step on the accelerator and speed out of the parking lot, the car jumping over the yellow bumps that made Jungkook’s head knock against the window. You don’t ever want to see them again and Jungkook’s impulsive action opened the gateway to hear about them again, either from Seokjin or your mother.

“I’m sorry,” he cried, shaking as he curls into a ball on your side. “Noona, I didn’t mean it.”

It was hard to convince you with blood stains all over him.

You can’t even begin to imagine the consequences that might spur from this. Knowing Namjoon in the business environment, you know he would keep this under control, but just the thought of Yori causing a ruckus in your workplace with Seokjin is enough to make you cry out in frustration, banging your hand against the steering wheel.

“What is wrong with you!?” You shriek, your voice hoarse with sobs.

Jungkook shook his head, scratching his white sleeves with regret. “I-I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I just…I lost it when he raised his v-voice at you.”

You pull the car off to the side under a street lamp, turning to your boyfriend to stare at him under the orange hue. Cars passed by you, honking in annoyance at the weird position your car was parked in.

“I could have handled it.” You cry, your tears staining your skirt. “I c-could have just-”

You shook your head, burying your face in your hands as the day’s hindrances and insecurities consumed you whole. No, you couldn’t have handled it. While Yori was taunting you with her stomach, coddling the man that held your heart, you couldn’t come up with anything to say. You had simply responded to him like the doll you are, standing next to your boyfriend who clearly looked out of your league. You’d clearly picked the worse day not to wear makeup outside.

Jungkook continued to sniffle, his head lowered, bloodied knuckles coming up to his face to wipe away the tears that continue to spill. The smell and sight of blood was making you nauseous and you bite back bile rising in your throat. With a flick of your wrist you switched the air conditioning on inside the car and leaned back, placing the car in ‘park’.

“I didn’t know you were capable of something like that.”

He hiccups, groaning into his fist as he shakes visibly at your words. Your gaze begins to soften and you undo your seatbelt before sliding over to his seat.

“Come here.” You place a hand on his shoulder and pull him into your chest. Jungkook rubs his sore cheeks against you and you were hit with a pang of guilt at the thought that you’ve hurt him, physically.

“We’re going to go home, okay?”

He nodded.

“And we’re going to talk about…about this.”

He sobbed, his hot breath hitting your skin as he nodded again.

He wanted to speak but no words came out. He didn’t want you to leave him or ask for space – he couldn’t bear the thought of being apart from you. He’d let his emotions get the best of him again and his fists clenched in his lap at how disappointed you must be to witness this. What kind of woman wants to be with someone as ill-tempered as he is? He’d already embarrassed himself by getting drunk for you working overtime with Seokjin and now this happens. All of his actions were within his control yet none of the choices were the right one.

But what he didn’t know was your conflicted gaze watching the cars pass by through the glass. It was true that you were angry, angry beyond belief at what he’d done. But you weren’t…frightened. Instead the insecurity you’d felt inside Jimin’s store was falling apart, one by one, with every breath Jungkook took in your arms. You pull away from him at last, asked him to put his seatbelt back on as you buckled yourself back into your seat and stared at the curved road ahead. When have you been so fucked in the head? Your boyfriend had effortlessly ruined a man’s face but all you could think about was how, with every drop of Namjoon’s blood that hit the pavement, devoted he must be to act on his instincts. The smile that he held when you pull him off of Namjoon was something you’ve only seen in bed when he was dragging a knife along your neck and breasts. It felt like an illusion seeing how much strength he carried in his body, the way his muscles moved to hold the taller man down effortlessly.

It was like he’d done this before.

The drive to the apartment was silent except for the few sniffles that came from Jungkook’s direction. His head was still lowered, dirty hands clasped in front of him. The closer you got to the apartment the noisier he became, as if he was sensing his impending doom, like the walk to a guillotine. He was crying about how he deserved everything that’s coming to him in the same breath that asked for your forgiveness and love.

His complaints didn’t stop in the elevator or on the short walk to your apartment door.

“Noona, I’m sorry!” He pleaded, panting as the door slammed behind him and you faced the black safety of your apartment. “Noona, please look at me. I didn’t…I didn’t m-mean to do that.” He cried, his chest wrecked with sobs as he desperately clawed at his own arms. His shirt wrinkled and bunched around his wrists as he pulled at the threads. He didn’t want to touch you when you were angry, thinking he would be rejected if he did. It was better for him not to know.

“Please don’t hate me.” He pleaded, watching you slowly walk away, placing the shopping bag and wallet on the kitchen counter before slipping your kitten heels off. Your back was turned to him, afraid that when you turn around you would see his bloody knuckles and be confused again. Why did you enjoy seeing that so much?

“I-I’m not like that. I was…I was just scared th-that he was going to hurt you.” He scratched his arms harder, lying through his teeth, seeking for any justification that sounded good in his ears. “I didn’t mean to do that. I-I was…noona please, don’t leave me.” Jungkook pleads through his tears, words coming out strained and rough as if he’d been screaming.

You hear the familiar sound of his knees hitting the floor and your heart drops into your gut where it shatters and melts. You turn, risking a glance at your boyfriend on the floor filled with grief, with anger and most of all, with fear. Namjoon’s blood on his knuckles, placed so gently on his knees make you wonder if the love he held for you was stronger than you’d initially thought.

Jungkook is not like the others. He’s genuine. He’s different. He’s all yours.

You walk over to him, cautious at first, eyes watching his shoulders tremble with the fear of losing you over his impulsive act. He’d clenched his eyes shut, teeth chattering and hands growing cold with fear that you were going to tell him to leave, that you would tell him that you didn’t want him anymore and that you felt sick being with someone as violent, as unstable as he is.

What he didn’t expect was your slender fingers making its way through his scalp, combing his sweat-soaked hair back as he lay trembling at your feet.

“Did it hurt?” You whisper, raking the hair on the sides of his temples. “When you punched him…did it hurt?”

His head moves back and your fingers were left to dry in the open air. He looks up at you, eyes adjusting in the dark, hands wrapped around your calves in the hope to look as small and helpless as possible, as if he hadn’t just broken a man’s nose and publicly humiliated a pregnant woman. The look on your face told him that you were seeking an answer from him and there would be consequences if you didn’t give him one.

“N-No,” he whimpered with utmost honestly. “I was thinking of you…o-of his hands on you and I…I couldn’t feel anything else. I didn’t know what happened until you pushed me.”

Rage blackouts; you remember the term from the college psychology class.

You watched the way he sniffles between sentences, the way his fist rubs against his nose to wipe away the fluids on his face. His cheeks were swollen and pink with embarrassment and tears. And you couldn’t help but think of how powerful it makes you feel.

“You have to believe me, noona.” He pleaded, hands rubbing your calves, wanting you to comfort him. “I’m not a-a bad person. I just…I don’t know what happened to me.” He said, his hands gliding up your knees and thighs before falling back down, scraping dried blood off of his knuckles on your skin. “I’m a good boy. I’m a…a good person. I did it b-because he was going to hurt you. It’s not what it-”

He chokes on his own words, teary eyes searching for forgiveness in your face. A pang of déjà vu hits you when you kneel in front of him. It was like that night all over again – finding Jungkook with a bottle of absinthe on the floor, broken into pieces. Except this time he looked even more frightened, almost panicked by the way his pupils had dilated enough to make his irises pitch black. When you place a hand on his cheek you felt the scorching hot skin tremble beneath you.

His fever seems to intensify with stress. He was falling sick again, in both mind and body.

And you love it.

“You’ve been so bad.” You said, twisting the knife in his gut. Jungkook flinched but he held your gaze. A voice in the back of your mind told you to stop but you wanted to see it all. He would have ripped Namjoon’s limbs one by one had you not stopped him in time. But the truth is, you wanted to see it, this display of affection by your gentle, saccharine boyfriend who looked like he couldn’t hurt a fly. It was the closest thing to pure, unfiltered love.

“W-Why noona?” He sobbed, fisting his shirt over his heart. “Am I s-scaring you?”

You shook your head. “No, baby.”

“Do you want me to leave?” He cried, large globs of tears falling from his sparkling, youthful eyes that held so much delight just this morning. His teeth were visibly gritted, pearly white in the dark. Just the thought of you saying ‘yes’ was already making him curl in pain.

You shook your head once more. This time you place a hand on his thighs and nuzzle your face onto his cheek. Jungkook flinch and freezes, expecting a hit as his breath hitches in his throat. It was only when you exhale into his neck that he feels your limbs trembling. You weren’t frightened of him. You were simply broken by the unexpected rendezvous.

“Did I hurt you?” He questions further between short hiccups, not wanting to disturb your inner turmoil.

“I’m just sad.”

He breaks down in tears, arms wrapping around your body to press you against him. You let him cling onto you and the apathetic woman inside you living on borrowed time was slowly dissolving with each stripe of Namjoon’s blood on your back. It felt like a shot of morphine flew straight to your nerves and released you. Jungkook’s hands were everywhere – on the side of your waist, in the middle of your spine, on your hips – as if he was trying to memorize your shape before you disappear in the darkness.

“I’m s-sorry,” he sobs. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry noona, I won’t do it again. I’m sorry, I’ll be good from now on, I’ll b-be good for you I-”

“I love you so much.” You interrupted. “I love you so much that I’m going crazy.”

He slumps slightly as if he was weakened by your words. Out of all the things you could say to him, of all the ways in which you could scold him – you give him love instead. The relationship you held with him seems to no longer be on the edge of a cliff. Instead it became a cave, a stone that supported this need inside you and Jungkook to feed on each other like parasites but love with the sensitivity of a hummingbird’s wings. It was in this moment of acceptance for Jungkook’s tremulous nature that you understand the meaning of soulmates.

You have been selfish. While he’d stood idly by your side during the days you pine over whether or not to end it all – to turn back to the past and seek an explanation from Yori, to think of the many procedures you would do to your face to be pretty enough for Namjoon’s standards, to let your subconscious live your life for you – you’d taken his kindness as a right rather than a privilege. It had cost him bruised knuckles, fevers, and meltdowns to make you see what was in front of you. He knows you’ve had doubts, as rare as they come, about the relationship since the beginning. The age difference, the fight for control, the lack of trust. While you’d turned away Jungkook had fought for you, in the literal sense, to be the man that is worthy of your love.

The night he hugged a bottle of absinthe to sleep was the door for you to enter and see that yes, this young boy who photographed your wedding pictures is the person you’re meant to be with. He’s obsessive, irrational, pathetic – but he was made for you.

Only You.

“Can you look at me, baby?”

He immediately faces you, eyes boring into your eyes with compassion that was so conflicting from the wild, animalistic energy you saw in the parking lot. You saw it – the slight smile in the corner of his lips as he landed jaw-breaking right hooks into Namjoon’s face. You saw the hands that wrapped around your neck during sex grip your former fiancé’s throat with the intent to kill. On the side, Yori’s shrieks echoed in the lot, resembling those confused guests as your wedding night. The thumping of your heartbeat, the roaring of blood in your ears, the orgasmic thuds of fist meeting broken cartilage over and over again – you liked it more than you can admit.

“You’ve been bad today.” You smooth his hair. “You could’ve gotten yourself in so much trouble…so much trouble.” You grip his arms, sliding your hands down his forearm to lift it between your breasts where you can see, under the glimmer of streetlights from the balcony, the dried blood on his bruised knuckles.

“But I’m so thankful and…I-I’m just so overwhelmed.” You admitted, bringing his knuckles to your lips as you close your eyes. Jungkook’s lips parted, admiring your tranquil face with the strength of an artist worshipping his muse like a deity. “I didn’t know you love me that much…no,” you chuckle, “I didn’t want to believe it. We’re such lonely people…and I was stuck on this thought that we…we’re separate.” You sighed, bringing his fist back to your chest where he could feel your pounding heart behind your ribs. “But…my pain became your pain, right? Is that why…why you did that to him when I grabbed you?”

Jungkook listened closely, silent tears coating his porcelain smooth face. “Y-Yeah noona,” he whimpered, melting at the feel of your heated gaze on his lips. “I couldn’t stand by and watch you b-be humiliated. I h-had to do something…anything…”

You feel his other hand grip your waist and so you maneuver your body to straddle his legs, squeezing him between your thighs. One hand snakes up his chest and settles on the nape of his neck.

“Anything?” You questioned.

He nodded hurriedly, hungry to please. “Yes, noona.”

“Would you do it again if I ask you to? Would you hurt him for me?”

He nodded without hesitation. “Yes.”

“Tell me what you would do to him if I didn’t stop you.”

He looks down with shame, heat spreading across his cheeks as he struggles to control his composure. He hadn’t had a violent spell in years and having you witness it was something he would not be able to live down no matter how you reacted to it. It was immature – it was a sign that he couldn’t control his emotions like a grown man while Namjoon, even after he became a bloody pulp, simply rolled onto his side and spoke.

“I would have…I would have broken his bones.” He whispered at last. “I would have hurt him so bad that he…that he…”

Wouldn’t wake up.

“You would do all of that for me?” You questioned with very little sentiment in your voice that it made Jungkook look at you with wonder. You both knew what you were asking for but you left the unsaid words hang in the air. It would have cheapened it if you had said it out loud. “You would…go that far for me?”

He fumbles with his words, nervous by the way your thumb gently caresses the baby hairs on his neck and even more so by your gaze that suddenly seem to hold so much warmth despite the gruesome topic. If he said no he would be telling you that he is not devoted to this relationship and you weren’t worthy enough. If he said yes he would risk your judgement since you were difficult to read at the moment; you might be disgusted with him afterwards. If he waited too long to answer, like he is doing now, he knew that you already know the answer.

“Yes,” he answered, eyes hardening with purpose. “I’d do anything for you.”

His heart was thundering, and he was sure that his voice was wavering as he spoke. For the longest time you kept your gaze deep into his. The muffled sound of the insomniac city outside was no longer present in the apartment. It was simply you and him.

“Then promise me.” You say, undoing the first half of the buttons on your blouse before lifting the fabric above your head. You threw the shirt behind you and lifted your hand to his face, clawing the underside of his cheekbones to unhinge his jaw. “Promise that you’re going to be here with me because I’m not going to let you go. I’m not gonna fucking let you go even when you beg me to. You’re mine now, do you understand?” You gritted through tears, the humiliation and anger seeping back into your pores like it had in front of Yori. “You’re mine because I…I would do anything for you to stay with me too.”

You couldn’t recognize your own voice. Who was this woman that is speaking to your boyfriend in this way? When did she appear? Why is she saying these things knowing how vulnerable he must be? This woman is whispering in your ears, telling you that Jungkook had declared his utmost love for you and you should do the same for him. This woman knows no bounds and wants it all – passion, ecstasy, pain.

Jungkook is willing to hurt someone else for you. How many men on earth are willing to do that for their partner? Not many. Hell would freeze over before you’ll let someone as loyal, as endearing and as genuine as Jeon Jungkook to walk away just because you couldn’t accept spilling blood as a form of affection. You baby, your protector, your everything. It was time for you to wake up and smell the coffee. You weren’t going to find someone like him anywhere else.

“I’ve always been yours, noona.” He said, bringing his hands to your shoulders to pull down the straps of your brassiere. He was finally beginning to understand that new spark in your eyes. “Do you see now?”

Yes, you do. You see the sparkling poison in his eyes, the lethal touch of his skin that is bound to kill you some day – whether from fear or from love you don’t care.

“I see it.” You whisper, your voice so full of tenderness that Jungkook’s breath hitched in his throat. “I see it all.”

“Oh noona,” he whined, leaning forward to capture your lips with his, his wet tongue sliding over your lips, the roof of your mouth and around your own damp, slippery tongue. You squeak in surprise, hands shaking with the need to touch every inch of your desperate boyfriend. “I was so worried you were going to hate me.”

“I would never,” you gasp when his hands dip under your lace brassiere and grasp your breasts, roughly gripping them to hold his dominance. “It m-made me so happy,” you admitted, “when you were angry. I wanted you to share your pain with me and love me as hard as you hurt him.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, head pounding from his sobs. “I thought I was going to lose you.” He said, feigning anger to fuel the fire that was growing in your belly. Your boyfriend no longer looked panicked. The confidence returned in the tips of his fingers as they expertly moved between the valley of your breasts and lower into the waistband of your skirt. “You’ve been as bad as I was…hitting me, making me beg. Tell me, noona, what else have you been hiding from me? What kind of needs have you been holding back from me?”

“I just want you,” you begged, grinding against him as you lean your forehead on his shoulder. “I want you so bad.”

Jungkook did not hesitate to bring his mouth to your neck. Opening wide, he clamped onto the smooth milky skin, teeth resting against the crevice. Before you can ask why he was staying so still when you’re obviously asking for more he pressed down, the canines of his teeth sinking into your skin with little opposition. Your hands flew to his head, compressing his skull as the dull yet gripping pain pulsed into your shoulder and made you sob into the humid air. Blood fell into his mouth and through your cries you heard the audible gulp interrupting your thoughts. He was drinking you, taking you inside of him and making you stay. He was claiming you with a pain that mimicked the madness inside his head, that thought of you leaving him because of what he’d done.

“Nnngh,” you cried through gritted teeth, hands settling on his broad shoulders as he swallowed another small dose of your life supply.

“There,” Jungkook pulled away. “You’re mine now.”

You could feel the ache intensify into heat on your shoulder, spreading to the rest of your body when his mouth left you. You have never been so filled with love before, stuffed with it. Being with Jungkook have never felt so good until now either. There was no doubt creeping in the gaps of your thoughts anymore, no insecurities, no more wondering whether or not he would run away as soon as a new temptation comes along.

“Let’s be together,” you murmur wincing when his mouth falls over the bite mark only to melt into his arms when his tongue caresses the dips and holes in your skin. “Forever.”

A smile spreads on his lips and he hums in agreement. “Keep your promise, noona. And I’ll keep mine.”

You rub your face into his temples, taking his essence in you and your hands smooth over his shoulders before cupping his chin. You tilt his face up, ignoring the pain in your neck when you turn to look at him from side to side. He looks so adorable, so innocent with those wide eyes, the small scar on his cheekbone illuminated by the city outside. He looked like a mannequin coming to life. You wipe away the small streak of blood on his bottom lip, goosebumps rising on your skin when you think of what else he’s capable of doing for you. As if reading your thoughts Jungkook mouths his answer to the question you left hanging in the air.

‘Yes, noona. I will kill for you.’

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