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Bleeding Butterflies Part Fourteen - BTS OT7 Vampire au

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Well its been a while.... hasn't it. I call this chapter the angsty cloud before the storm. 7.6k words and warnings of angst, blood, control, deceit.

“Do you want me to let you go?”

With your arms around him you can feel him stop breathing in shock at your question. The bond he had been holding closed and close to his chest opened with a bang, a burning fire felt through it. You could feel his anger, thinking it was aimed at you, and part of it was, but most of it was cursing the universe for ever putting you in this cruel sadistic position. 

You pull away from him at the feelings he was emitting, scared stiff that he would answer yes, that he would walk away from you without turning back, even if you convinced yourself it was best for you both, that you could live with the pain of being without him if it meant he were free. You hear him find his breath again, it sounded heavy, swarming with every emotion he had tried to stop you seeing. He turns to you slowly, staring at you incredulously. 

“How could you think for even a second that I don’t want to be with you?“ he asks with stunned outrage in his voice. “That’s why I did what I did Y/n, did you think it was easy to be away from you!”

He stops anymore of his rant when your tears brim in your eyes. You look up at him but not in anger, that’s what he was expecting from you, his defiant human matching each shout and yell. Instead your gaze held an apology and he hated seeing it when he didn’t know what it meant. Did you want to end things with him? Had he fucked up so badly that you didn’t want him anymore?

“But I make you sad,” your voice trembles, explaining away his dread, those tears falling as you breathe shakily.

He pulls you in closely, unable to handle his angel crying. The words of disagreement are on the tip of his tongue but you beat him to it.

“I used to make you happy Tae,” you whimper into his chest. “All those memories we have together haunt me because we’ve lost them, I don’t make you happy anymore.”

“I nearly lost you,” he whispers into your hair in explanation, wanting you to understand that fear that seized him, that held him back from returning to those happy memories. It plagued him, worse than any illness.

“But you didn’t,” you refute him. “I’m alive Tae, I’m here.”

“But I’m going to lose you,” he confesses, his own tears falling on his cheeks. You gaze up into his honest open eyes, knowing you were so close to reaching him. “And it terrifies me.”

“Do you really think I don’t understand? I nearly lost you too.” You caress his cheek, wanting to comfort him, wanting him to be okay. “I live with the same fear every day Taehyung, when you went into that war, when you left, every time you all leave the estate, but I don’t let it get in the way of me being with you. We can’t live like this.”

His bottom lip trembles, the tears pouring out of his eyes as he struggles to speak, to say sorry for everything he’s put you through knowingly and unknowingly. 

For you, your happy memories were the ones to mock you, sneering at you that you could never have it again, but for him it was all the moments they nearly lost you. He couldn’t help it, every second of the day all he saw was you slowly decaying, dying in his arms, and he couldn’t take it.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, wiping every single one of his tears, saying the words he needed to. 

“I’m sorry that I’m human,” you whimper while fisting his shirt. “I’m sorry that I’m weak, I’m sorry you fell in love with someone who is going to leave you.”

You cursed that moment he distanced himself from you, and that stupid rogue that proved all his fears true.

—

As much as you didn’t want to talk about it, there was a giant elephant in the room that needed addressing after your near death experience. You knew they were upset with you, it wasn’t hard to see, you’d probably be the same if the shoe was on your foot, if not worse. 

You find the older four vampires in the library, looking through books, barely glancing your way when you enter, trying to keep their bonds locked between you. You on the other hand try not to let your paranoia get away from you.

“What are you guys doing?” you ask, keeping your voice light. 

“Trying to find something that might help elongate your life,” Seokjin mutters.

“I-”

“You’ve agreed to that at least,” he interrupts whatever you were going to say, eyes penetrating through you with a swell of anger he can’t help, not when he’s kept it buried for so long. He regrets it when you look down guiltily, the smell of petrichor starting to seep out of your body putting them on edge.

Yoongi gives him a seething look, it wasn’t your fault, they discussed this, they had no right to take out their frustrations on you and with the consequences of your emotions they couldn’t risk it. As painful as walking on eggshells was, they had to. As much as they wanted to scream and yell about the situation, it wasn’t going to help or get them anywhere. 

“Actually that’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” you mumble, making them all turn to you in panic, had you changed your mind? Would you really take away the only option you left them with so cruelly like a rug from under them? “I don’t want to spend the rest of my days like this…”

You gesture to them all with their hands holding books, the way they were reading them all so intently before you walked in. 

“I don’t want to fight, or have you guys obsess over something that might not be possible,” you explain, shifting foot from foot. “I know I said you can look for a way to extend my lifespan, so we have more time left but, what if it takes so long that we lose all the time we have? I don’t want to take that for granted, what if there isn’t a way…”

“Light of my life,” Namjoon puts down the book he’s holding, walking over to you to hold your downtrodden face in his hands, reading you better than any book. “You don’t have to worry about that, I promise. We’ve all agreed to balance our time.”

Your eyes water, the smell of petrichor in abundance through the room making them all stand with the high prince, surrounding you with worry. You had to be happy, as much as the way things were hurt them, they had to make sure through it all you were kept ignorant and happy. 

“I-I know what I said w-was cruel,” you close your eyes as the tears fall, your face scrunching in pain as you force the words out. “And I’m sorry, but I-I…”

You wanted to explain yourself, you wanted them to understand, to not hate you for the choices you were making but in truth you couldn’t understand it yourself. 

“I’m not doing this to hurt you,” you confess the only thing you could make sense of, opening your eyes, earnestly looking at them all to show your sincerity. Hurting them was the last thing you ever wanted, but it was the consequence of your decisions. 

“We know sweetheart,” Hoseok forces a reassuring smile, trying to keep the sorrow out of his eyes, wishing he could tell you everything. “It’s okay.”

“She needs to leave before she sees what some of us are really working on,” Jin mumbles in decibels you can’t hear, hoping you didn't notice his lips moving slightly, trying not to glance back at the open book he left on the desk about the forbidden ‘I’ word. 

“Precious, you haven’t eaten,” Yoongi holds out his hand for you, not missing the way Jin looked dejected, but it was going to take him a little bit of time to vent through his anger before he would return to normal with you. Even you glanced at the vampire momentarily, remembering all the times he would try to get you to eat, the way he would look after you. The way all of them tried to look after you.

“Are you sure you guys don’t want any help with what you’re working on?” you ask instead. “I know it's not an ideal way to spend time together but it's something at least.”

Hoseok has to bite his tongue to restrain himself from yelling ‘NO’ dramatically, knowing it would arouse suspicion, but he feels the gears of panic turn when you walk towards one of their research stations.

“Food first,” Yoongi declares, taking your hand in his and pulling you out and away from their deceit. 

“That was close,” Jin says when you’re out of ear shot, releasing a breath of relief. 

“I think we’re going to have to keep a closer eye on sweetheart,” Hoseok suggests, one of them was going to have to be with you constantly to make sure you didn’t stumble on their real work. 

—

Nostalgia was infectious, but instead of letting it make you sad you were determined to rebuild those memories, no matter how long it took, or how long you had left. Like this moment for example, sitting on the kitchen counter while someone scattered around the kitchen making you food. The Sun in your memories mocked you, now hiding behind the grey clouds, the colour seeping its way into the room, surrounding you where rays of light once did. 

To think, a younger version of you tried to escape a hundred times from their safety, or of the amount of tears you shed, the amount of heartbreak you were still reeling from, and yet, there was nowhere else you would rather be. You were grateful for every moment, every hardship, because it was all a consequence of being their love. 

Yoongi barely paid you any attention as he worked through the cupboards and the fridge whipping something as fast as he could. His mind was elsewhere, where their research was taking them, and the urge to return to it was pulling him. When he was with you he had to think of all the things he was trying to avoid in his brain, with his head in a book he didn’t have to think of anything other than finding a way for you to live. This was the hole that Taehyung had found himself fallen in and Yoongi was about to succumb to the dark of it before your voice pulled him out.

“Thank you,” you break the silence with sincerity, but he hadn’t handed you any food yet.

“For what?” he frowns, chopping the vegetables on the island, his back to you.

“Thank you for finding me first,” you say, making him turn to you in surprise.

“What?” his jaw drops, the muscles in his face slack from shock.

“My existence was cursed from the second I turned 18,” you chuckle but there were tears forming in your eyes. “I hate to think how bad it could’ve been if you hadn't found me first.”

Though your gratitude was sincere to Yoongi’s ears it sounded like you had accepted defeat, like your life was flashing before your eyes.. He was torn between the sorrow he felt watching you so vulnerable and the anger that something was prohibiting you from fighting for your own happiness. He knew you felt happy with them, he could feel it himself, he knew in his undead heart, you belonged with them, forever and eternally.

He leaves the knife and the half cut produce on the chopping board, wiping his hands on the cloth before he approaches you. To Yoongi, it didn’t matter that the Sun was absent from the sky today, there was a reason why Namjoon referred to you as the light of their lives, who needed the stupid yellow ball so distant in space when you were right here beside them. His hands hold the side of your thighs, making you look up from your knees into his eyes. His thumb rubs small circles over your jeans, the pair of you trying to smile. 

“Of course I found you first,” he tries to sound cocky, to lighten the atmosphere, to make it like it was before. “You’re meant to be with us.”

He says those words with the conviction of his soul, he believes it completely. He didn’t realise how much he missed the sound of your laughter until you tease him with it, a slight giggle leaving your lips. 

“You mean like destiny?” you question, making fun of him. “You sound like Joonie.”

There was that shy gummy smile that made your heart swell, when was the last time you saw it?

—

Jungkook walks into what he thinks is the most domestic thing in all his almost 200 years of life. Almost like a scene from the past, haunting him like an illusion. You were still on the counter eating whatever Yoongi prepared, the vampire standing close as you both smiled softly at each other sharing the moment. 

“Am I interrupting?” Jungkook grins despite the heavy feeling in his chest wanting to bring the corner of his lips down.

“No.” 

“Yes,” Yoongi responds gruffly. 

How can such a beautiful smile stab him so hard in his gut? You laugh at the vampire’s grumpy antics, the carefree look on your face filled with love he yearned to see for such a long time. There was a pang of jealousy at the scene, a tug that wanted him to be a part of it without breaking the moment, but he was so afraid to. 

“What did you want?” Yoongi grumbles, turning back to you.

“I wanted to see Princess,” he says smiling before mumbling low so you couldn’t hear, “Hyung’s asking if you’re ready to leave.”

There’s a pause as Yoongi’s thumb stills for a millisecond while caressing your cheek, the hesitation so quick you thankfully don’t notice. He can’t hide the intensity of his eyes that grows at the prospect of having to leave you when all he wanted was to stay in this moment, in this little bubble where he could pretend everything was okay. How the hell did Taehyung do it?

You glance away bashfully at the depth of his stare, feeling it penetrate down to your chest in a way that has it beating so hard you’re sure he can hear it. There’s a soft grin on his face you can see in your peripherals, glancing at him swiftly to confirm it was there before staring intently at the bowl in your lap. You suddenly didn’t feel that hungry any more, your stomach was twisting in a way it hadn’t for so long. Even after all this time they still made you flustered so easily, playing havoc with your heart.

When your eyes are no longer on him he nods for Jungkook’s benefit, his hand still holding your face, making you look up at him again. He knows why Taehyung left, the universe was threatening to take this away from them, they would do anything to stop it, whatever the cost. He didn’t know how long he would be away, but he was determined not to return empty handed. 

“Stop playing with your food,” Yoongi says softly before turning to Jungkook. “Are you going to stand at the door or are you going to make yourself useful?”

The vampire stutters in surprise, looking like a deer in headlights before he composes himself. He can’t help gulp as he enters the threshold, feeling like a single step could shatter the mirage in front of him. You, however, see through Yoongi’s blunt tone, knowing it was his own way of inviting the youngest into the moment. 

“You can do the dishes,” he commands, Jungkook nodding obediently without a word.

“Yoongi, I can do them,” you whine, feeling bad for the maknae, moving the older vampire’s hands from your cheek as you try to move off the counter to help. Firm hands on your hips hold you in place, a stern warning stare making you quiet. As if he was going to let you lift a finger after nearly losing you. As stubborn as you thought you could be, Yoongi could be so much worse when pushed, and even you knew you’d lose the fight here, which brought him to his next dilemma. 

He didn’t know when he would be back or how much energy he was going to need, and the last time he fed from you was… a while ago. He detests himself a little, loathing the fact he would hurt you to sustain himself, the magic and lure of your blood’s potency gone. He still craved it, still longed for a bite, but not at the cost of your health.

“Yoongi?” You bring him back from the spiral of his guilt and hunger, hands on his arms, soothingly rubbing gently to coax him back to you. “What’s wrong?”

It felt like such a stupid question to ask with everything that had been going on, but you could see his eyes cloud over, his thoughts taking him away from you.

He sighs, the disgust of his dilemma feeling like bile in his throat.

“Precious,” he hesitates, watching the worry grow on your features, knowing he needed to stop it in its tracks. “I need a drop.”

It comes out like a mumble but you hear him perfectly, a little taken back, expecting the worst but something so trivial was in its place. You laugh a little, wondering why he was so shy and awkward about something that was the norm. It doesn’t even reach your mind that your previous disposition would haunt them the way it did, you couldn’t see the consequences yet not with your hope to return to the way things were. 

“Of course,” you smile reassuringly, bringing your wrist up to his lips but he pushes it away, his head hanging low. Maybe he wanted it from the neck? 

“Just a drop precious,” he reiterates, taking your forefinger to his lips, kissing the skin there first. 

He looks so tormented when he puts the digit in his mouth, the incisor piercing the flesh before his tongue laps up the blood quickly. One swipe of his tongue and he removes himself, darting across the kitchen in a flash before he’s back. Your frown only grows when you see him place the plaster over the smallest cut, intently focused on his task as if it were life saving surgery. 

You know he said just a drop but never before had they meant it so literally, it was something they told themselves, but they always took more, you knew that and you never minded. 

“Yoongi you can take more,” you encourage him but he shakes his head.

You don’t notice Jungkook clutching the sink to the point it was about to form a hand shaped dent, the pair of Vampires struggling internally when the sweet smell of the blood fruit encompassed the room. How long had it been? Well before your birthday surely, before the world as they knew it turned on its head. Yoongi can still feel the lingering taste in his mouth, he doesn’t know how he stopped himself taking a little more, but the image of you near death on your bed was enough to control him.

He doesn’t answer you, the corner of his mouth trying to rise in a reassuring smile but it doesn't reach his nose let alone his eyes. 

His eyes are dead, the irises hollow, unable to hold the mask of a soul in place, and all you could do was stare dumbfounded. His hand cups the back of your head, pushing you towards him as he kisses your temple, lingering there in an unspoken goodbye you didn’t hear, hiding his expression from you. 

“Eat the rest of your food,” he mumbles against your skin, unable to meet your gaze as he swiftly makes his exit. 

In a blink he was gone, leaving you more muddled than before. You swallow before you breathe again, not realising you were holding it. You were so naive to think things could return to the way they were so easily. No, not naive, you were desperate for it. So desperate you would pretend everything was fine, if you could convince yourself, you could make them believe it too.

It's quiet between you both now Yoongi left the room, Jungkook washing the dishes of your lunch quickly now your finger was bandaged, not glancing your way even though you were staring a hole into the side of his face. Even through all of the trials and tribulations of your relationship, he still managed to look so soft, nothing like what he did when you first met. You don’t know why you were thinking of the past but you couldn’t help it. 

He hears a soft breath of laughter escape your lips, his eyes flickering in your direction to find you smiling, shaking your head.

“What’s so funny, beautiful?” he asks, wiping his hands on the kitchen towel before coming to stand beside you, a hand on your thigh as he finally looks at you, curiosity winning against his reservations. 

“You,” you state matter of factly, grinning when he frowns.

“Me?” he asks, feeling perplexed, he doesn’t remember doing anything to make you laugh, but whatever it was he would do it again if it made you smile like this. 

“The fact I thought you were this scary spiteful mean vampire, and you turned out to be the softest bunny I’ve ever met.”

His eyebrows rise in surprise making you laugh louder, how on earth did you think Jungkook was the scariest of them? He bites the corner of his lips to stop himself laughing with you, trying to control his expression but his eyes crinkle in amusement. 

“A bunny?” He tries to sound offended.

“The softest bunny,” you correct him, still grinning widely. 

“I guess I still haven’t apologised for my behaviour back then,” he says sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. Those words sober you, the look in your eyes changes and it has him mirroring the sombreity. He looks up at you with the widest doe eyes, as if his world was about to collapse in front of him at any moment and he was begging it not to. 

You struggle to smile, the edge of your mouth rising before it falters. He watches your hand reach him, your fingers caressing his cheek bone with a sad fondness. He holds your palm against his cheek, smelling your sweet scent before the fragrance of petrichor begins to cloud it. He never used to hate that smell, but now he knew the consequence of it, he couldn’t help despise it. 

“I don’t want you to apologise,” you say to him softly. “I don’t regret a second of it.”

Almost like a movie reflecting in each of your eyes, you both remember the turning point of your relationship. That night he almost died, you would never regret your actions. Even then, even though he was almost a stranger you remember the overwhelming sense to help him, to save him, and you were so glad you did. 

“You were the reason I stopped acting like a… how did you put it…” you ponder for a moment as the words come back to you, “an ungrateful brat.”

It takes him a second to place those words in his memories, the scene coming back to him as he remembers they came from his own lips.

“You heard me?” 

“You weren’t exactly quiet,” you scoff with amusement before guilt floods his eyes.

“Princess I’m so sorry,” he breathes, grabbing ahold of your hands so you believe him. “I was just-”

“Kookie it's fine,” you squeeze his hands, the gesture cementing your words. “I told you, I don’t regret any of it, even if you did hate me when we first met.”

You don’t realise your lips purse at the memory of his stern stare, knowing you weren’t exactly fond of him either back then but did he have to be so intense about his dislike?

“I didn’t hate you,” Jungkook chuckles, kissing your pout away. “You were a nuisance though, I admit.”

He laughs harder when your jaw drops at the playful insult, stealing your lips quickly before you could respond, melting away whatever it was you were going to say with his kisses. You changed his world the second you stepped foot in it, he didn’t know how to react to you until you took his life into your own hands. How does he tell you that's where it's been ever since that night?

—

If they weren’t vampires, the way Namjoon slams the book after reading something he didn’t like against the desk would’ve made them jump in surprise. The wood cracks down the middle, on the brink of breaking but still holding itself together.

“What?” Hoseok dares to ask in a breath, his face the picture of heart break, he tells himself he can bear it, whatever it was that made Namjoon look like the tempest about to tear the world apart.

“All this time I thought the laws of the blood fruit were for its survival, but she doesn’t work like the rest of the universe, she was made to die,” the highest prince rants, his eyes burning into the book that dared tell him everything he believed was a lie. 

Both Jin and Hobi watch their brother with pitying caution, silent to his words.

“Everything she is is to ensure her death! How could I have been so stupid not to see it?” He yells, his hand running through his hair as if he were about to rip the strands out. “And the witches knew it the whole time.”

His voice turns deadly but solemn, staring daggers at the black book that mocked him, the one he took from the sisters the night before. A peace offering on their side, but he could see what it really was, they were begging for their lives. 

“Namjoon everything you thought was a theory. We were all wrong, every supernatural being, centuries of us,” Jin tries to bring the lead vampire down from his cascading outburst, the fire raging into an inferno in his eyes, they only hoped he could still hold the bond between you closed. 

“What did you read?” Hoseok asks quietly, his eyes on the book too as if it held unseen powers to destroy them. 

“I need to see the witches,” Namjoon states instead of answering, “tonight.”

—

“Did it hurt?” You ask him in greeting, catching him off guard as he approaches you as you gaze out of the balcony, arms crossed on the wooden railings, staring at the grey cover of clouds that dimmed the world around them. 

“Did what hurt?” 

Pain was surrounding them in abundance recently, he thinks to himself, you would have to be more specific. 

“When you fell?” Your tone is so seriously contemplative, he stands there in shock before breaking out into laughter.

“From heaven butterfly?” He laughs, standing beside you, mirroring your position, his arms touching yours. It was odd how comforting even the lightest physical connection between you could be for both of you. “You’re the Angel, you tell us.”

“No!” You laugh back realising why he was confused. “When I first came here desperate to leave, I jumped off the balcony.”

There’s a twinkle in your eye of mischief and humour as it clouds with reminiscence as you look at him.

“You jumped off after me and caught me,” you sound almost as if you’re in a trance, as if you could see it all again in front of you. “You broke my fall, I remember you holding me so close against you…”

Jimin remembers it too, the way you looked up at him in shock at your own actions as he tried to mask his pain of hitting the concrete hard. He’ll never forget the second your hands gripped onto him tighter in a lapse of fear before you pushed him away, returning to that stubborn human they all came to love.

“I remember feeling… safe,” you say airily before snapping out of it and repeating the original question. “Did it hurt?”

He smiles gently, taking a strand of your hair and playing with it softly before lying.

“No butterfly, it didn’t hurt.”

—

“You still haven’t… eaten,” you want to cringe at the word but you couldn’t think of a better way to put it. 

“I’m not… hungry,” he smirks at least, a little, glancing at you momentarily telling you it was okay with his eyes before returning to his book. He flicks the page as you walk towards him, the cautious anticipation simmering in your stomach like deja vu. You remember this was how you felt at the start, sitting under the tree with him that first time. It was like you both regressed back to the beginning of your relationship, scared for some reason, as if you expected him to reject you even after everything. 

“Tae take a little,” you push softly, you knew it hadn’t been that long since he last fed but all the days without him lulled into one long timeless void. You needed that contact with him again, something to soothe the ache of a taunt bond, to reassure it that there was no threat of it breaking.

He sighs, putting down the book and casting it aside before addressing you. He doesn’t meet your gaze, instead his eyes are on the space beside you, his head low as if you were too bright to look at, like it would hurt if he did. 

“How can I feed from you when you-” he can’t complete his sentence. He looks down at the desk, schooling his features as he stops himself from breaking down again. It had been happening repeatedly throughout the day after your last conversation, and he didn’t want it to happen in front of you. He swallows down the pressure building in his throat.

“Just a drop,” you say in a small voice, scared of pushing him over the edge, scared your relationship with him was in such tatters that you no longer had the right to ask him to feed. 

“I can’t, angel,” he shakes his head, his eyes closing momentarily. He was holding himself back, you could see it, but you could also feel him tugging and pulling desperately at the bond, calling for you in a way he couldn’t admit. 

But there are a thousand words you’re also holding back behind closed teeth, a thousand worries you were trying not to let through for him to see. You missed him so much, but even with his presence he seemed so far away. The distance you thought you had conquered only grew in different ways. 

You both handed each other your hearts on silver plates, and both of you hurt the other in ways that would take time to heal, time you didn’t have. So where did that leave you? Confessions on the tips of your tongues but no courage to push the words out? 

“Tae,” you sigh, gathering the strength to say what you needed. “Do you think you’ll ever forgive me?”

How do you always manage to break his heart even when it was already so shattered? It wasn’t your fault, he knows that, but you didn’t.

“Have you forgiven me?” he asks quietly, head still low but his eyes glance your way for a moment. 

“I don’t know,” you confess honestly in a whisper, eyes stinging. “I just want us to go back to before. Don’t you want that too?”

Before, it didn’t need to be specified, you both knew what you meant. If you had the power to, you would turn back time and never leave their side that dreaded night. You would never let Taehyung realise how fragile your mortality was to the point where it took him away from you. You would let yourselves live in the ignorant dream unaware of the truth but you would be happy. They would be happy.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he only manages to breathe the words he's said a thousand times, the volume of his voice held down by the sob strangling his throat as it tries to break out. 

His eyes beg you, brimmed with unshed tears, knowing you held no power over what was happening to you but he had no one else to ask.

You’re frozen in front of him, seeing every wall he had built around himself since that night of Jimin’s birthday come crashing down to reveal a scared little boy in love, and you wanted nothing more to hold him, to tell him it would be okay, but those words would be lies, and it was far too late for that. It was time to grow up.

“You’re going to.”

You hit him with the harsh truth, grounding your own emotions. There was no point of denying the bitter taste of what fate had in store for you, you couldn’t comfort him, you couldn’t give him what he wanted. What he wanted was out of everyone’s control, the sooner you all accepted that the better. 

“You’re going to lose me one day Taehyung and I am so sorry,” despite the hard determined stare of your eyes they watered, your jaw clenched to hold yourself together. “It’s the way the universe works for everyone, we’re not immune to it, we’re just aware of it. And it sucks Tae, I hate it, I hate that its hurting you, but-”

You inhale sharply, pulling yourself together as fresh tears drop down your cheek. He was mourning you like you were already dead, and no matter what you knew you couldn’t pull him out, not when he was wallowing in it.

“It's your choice Taehyung,” as his walls turned to rubble you felt yours build in a way that turned you cold. “You can lose me while I’m still alive, or you can lose me when I’m dead, those are the only options, it’s your choice.”

You walk away and force yourself not to look back, closing the bond between you completely shut so he couldn’t feel the way your own words broke you, and like the coward you were, so you couldn’t feel what impact they had on him 

—

“We need our own fail safe against hers,” Namjoon says solemnly as he buttons the coat. “If she ever finds out what we’re up to we have to ensure she doesn’t hurt herself.”

“What do you suggest?” Jin asks, eyeing the prince with crossed arms, an ear out listening for your movements even though he knew you were sound asleep in your room.

“You’re not gonna like it,” he informs them as he fixes the scarf around his neck, the stare he gives them speaking volumes. 

“What if we made her realise it?” Jungkook suggests his gaze on the ground, looking through it as if he could see hell under it. ��She doesn’t know about Chaos, what if we told her about it?”

His older brothers stare at him silently, contemplating whether their youngest was naive or just hopelessly loyal to you and your feelings. 

“We don’t know what the consequences of that are going to be Jungkook,” Jin says, his tone slightly scolding though he tries to hold it back. They were all becoming impatient, but the lease on your life didn’t allow for mistakes. 

“Tell Hoseok to get back before she wakes up.” Namjoon doesn’t even acknowledge the maknae’s words, directing his command to Jin before he leaves the pair himself. 

“Where did Hobi hyung go?” Jungkook asks, trying to quell down the hurt from both his hyungs dismissing him. 

“He’s chasing another lead,” Seokjin replies, not an ounce of emotion or hope in his voice. “He’s trying to find a centaur.”

“Another lead,” a voice repeats from the shadows before he could elaborate. 

Both vampires turn to see Jimin with his arms crossed leaning against the wall. His piercing eyes said more than his tone, he had lost hope. No evidence of his previous laughter with you earlier could be seen, here, where your eyes couldn’t reach him, he didn’t have to pretend he had any hope left. 

“We’re not losing her,” Jin almost growls, reading the younger’s face clearly. 

“Us and what power Hyung?” Jimin scoffs humorlessly, “we’re vampires, even with the blood fruit we’re no match for this cosmic bitch who put this power or fucking failsafe inside of her.”

Jungkook visibly flinches, Jimin wasn’t one to swear so viciously. Neither of them miss the way he didn’t refer to you as butterfly, as if he was already dissociating himself from you, as if that would save him from the pain. Jimin wasn’t one to give up, his brothers stare at him in stupor. He was the last one they expected to be like this, but the toll of watching you nearly die twice in one lifetime knocked him to the ground. He couldn’t do it a third time, he wouldn’t survive. 

“Not that it matters,” he says quietly, “we’ll have nothing to live for when she goes, but we’ll have the rest of our miserable existence to hunt down whoever did this to her, or we die trying.”

—

Whispers, they were trying to wake you but you couldn’t make out the words. They sound more like a hum in the air, but you could swear there was a voice behind it, frowning in your sleep as you try to decipher the message. You see their faces in your dreams, but rather than the overwhelming love you’re used to feeling something else entirely grips your chest. An uneasy distrust, a paranoia travelling under your skin until it prickled. It doesn’t take you long to realise the sound is coming from something within you, unfamiliar but present in your mind, until the words blared like a scream.

WAKE UP- 

You jolt upright, sweat pouring out of your skin as anxiety made your heart race so fast it split in half, a part dropping to your stomach and half lodged in your throat. The alarm was pounding low through your veins, warning you something wasn’t right. You could feel the hands of something wrap around your neck, warning you, to sort it out otherwise it would.

You quell the panic that tried to make its way through the bond, shutting them off completely even though they asked you not to, to save your strength. You could hear nothing but you felt the whispering again, losing the ability to translate the words but somehow you understood. 

Something was wrong.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Hoseok’s silhouette looms at the barrier of the doorway, and for a second his shadow strikes fear into your bones. He switches on the light before stepping into the room, a smile on his face that didn’t reach his eyes no matter how hard he tried to plaster it there. Another expedition, another failure. “Your heart’s racing.”

He frowns at your retreating figure as you unconsciously tried to make yourself smaller before realising what you were doing. This was Hobi, he wouldn’t hurt you, you loved him, so why were you so on edge? You shake away the embrace of dread, trying to calm yourself, it was just a weird dream, that was all. 

“Nightmare?” he asks tentatively, sitting beside you but not reaching out to touch you just yet. 

You nod in reply, unable to trust the sound of your voice until you got a hold of yourself. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” But you’re shaking your head before he even finishes the question. 

Something was wrong with his presence, something lingering in the air between you both where it shouldn’t. Doubt, it seeped its way into your mind as you studied him. It was almost as if he was forcing himself to be here, to be with you… and it eerily gave you de ja vu to earlier in the day, when Yoongi took you to the kitchen to eat, you had just been so wrapped up in your own trip down memory lane to realise it until now. You hadn’t seen him since, and something told you he wasn’t in the library where you suspected the others were. Something also told you, Hobi wasn’t about to let you check. 

“Where is everyone?” You ask. 

“In the library sweetheart,” he reassures you, but Hoseok couldn’t lie very well, his smile always gave him away when it stretched unnaturally. “They thought you were sleeping.”

“Even Yoongi?” you force the words out, a small burst of adrenaline making your heart work faster in anticipation, as if you were so close to the answer.

“He’s out looking for the phoenix sweetheart, he’ll be back in a few days,” he mumbles, climbing into the bed next to you as if he were tired. The importance of lying to you was to do it with sprinkles of the truth. His arms wrap around you, pulling you to lie down with your head on his chest, his chin on the top of your head to stop you glancing at him. Hoseok was deflated, he was depressed and he was struggling to hide it from you.

“The phoenix?” You weren’t surprised something like that existed, you just didn’t understand why that particular being, or why he left without saying anything. 

“They have healing tears,” he explained, “Namjoon thought it would be a good idea if we had a few drops in stock for when… you’re not well.”

“Okay.” It seemed reasonable enough, you couldn’t detect a lie in his voice, but his words seemed shallow, like you could only see skin deep, you couldn’t hear what he was hiding. 

“Get some sleep sweetheart, I’m right here,” he strokes your arm, trying to lull you to rest but your gut tells you not to listen to him.

“I’m not tired,” you say, pushing up against his chest to sit upright again. “I miss you guys, why don’t I help with the research?”

You made your offer with a smile, but something cold washed over his eyes, a flicker of panic, annoyance, you couldn’t decipher it.

“You’ll only distract them Y/n,” he sounds off, you never heard him say something so bluntly before. 

“I thought we said we weren’t going to sacrifice the time we have,” you try not to sound as hurt as you feel, you know it wasn’t the best way to spend time together, truth be told you were sick of all the research, but you needed to see them with your own eyes. You wouldn’t feel at peace until you did.

He sighs deeply, closing his eyes, running his hand through his hair as he tells himself to breathe. You frown, you could feel your body want to move towards the door, something inside of you pushing you desperately. You give in to the force, moving off the bed as his eyes snap to you like a predator. 

“Sweetheart you can help them tomorrow,” he says, grabbing your hand to stop you moving. You watch him, but something about his gaze felt strangely hypnotic, a warning in them not to move. “Spend some time with me.”

“We can all spend some time together,” you breathe, gulping down the sudden unease you could feel in your throat. There’s that flicker in his eyes again. He felt like a stranger, like someone was wearing his skin. In a flash it’s gone, he smiles again as if nothing were wrong.

“Okay stubborn human,” he chuckles but it sounds empty. He wanted his brothers to advance in their real agenda where he failed, taking you there would be a set back. He would have to warn them to hide the books on immortality when you got close, but hopefully someone would hear you were coming. Hopefully you wouldn’t notice Namjoon’s absence.

Neither of you move, you both just stare at each other in silence for a second that feels like a lifetime, caught in your own disarraying thoughts.

“Hobi,” you can’t take it, your insides felt messed up, like you were tearing down the middle, tugged in different directions, unable to make sense of anything at all. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine sweetheart,” but it sounds like a lie. It looks like a lie, he struggles to keep that smile on his face, looking away from you down to the fabric of the sheets. 

He lets go of your hand but you grasp it, squeezing it gently to tell him you didn’t believe him. 

“Hoseok,” you coax gently, feeling so close to the truth. 

His eyes water when they meet your gaze, his bottom lip trembling so hard you leap to embrace him, holding his head in your neck before he has the chance to cry.

“I’m not fine,” he chokes, sniffling as he shakes in your hug. “You nearly died in front of us, how are any of us fine?”

The guilt that came with his words wrenched painfully through your chest, unable to utter a single word to comfort him. He had seen you nearly die before and he got past it, it took some time but he did. You just prayed hard they could all do it again, but this time was different, you knew that. 

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Ready? Ready.

Mafia!AU Jungkook x Original Character Established relationship!

Summary: Things have never been better for Hana and Jungkook! Their relationship is back to what they wanted it to be and now with the upcoming arrival of their first child, they had so much to look forward to. However, things don’t go as smoothly as one would hope, not when Jungkook doesn’t answer his phone.

Warnings: Pregnancy, Mild Violence/interrogation, and medical procedures around pregnancy and childbirth but not graphic

A/N: Last one! Then I’ll be moving on to other works I have! Thank you for all the support and love I’ve received!

Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece! In no way do I claim characters in this piece act this way in real life.

Hana’s hands shook as she passed Jungkook the envelope that would change everything for them. She went through an entire month of nausea and vomiting, worrying that she might be sick, but when she missed her period, they knew this could be it. They immediately bought tests from the store, some of them positive and some of them negative, so the only way to truly confirm was through a lab test. 

Normally, couples would be excited and waiting with baited breath. These two waited, anxious and nervous. It wasn’t like they didn’t want children or a family that expanded past the two of them. The two were a little scared as the last time Hana felt this way was shortly after they had gotten married and confirmed their pregnancy weeks later only to have a miscarriage at the beginning of the fourth month. There was no way to prevent it and while they were sad about it, they weren’t devastated. It did bring about a healthy conversation of the vision that they had for their life and to plan kids around it. 

They waited until three months had passed from when Hana missed her period, missing it again month after month, before they went to the doctors to get a formal lab test done. The boys all knew about their predicament and supported them in their decision to wait to find out and not tell anyone. They all knew that for the both of them, this baby would be the start of a new chapter, leaving everything in the past. 

“It’s positive!” Jungkook screamed, dropping the papers and lifting Hana to spin her around the room in excitement. The couple cheered and laughed in excitement as they read the results on the lab test from the hospital. The tension in the room was gone and Hana felt everything rush at her all at once, tears streaming down her face as he hugged her and kissed her head over and over again. “We’re gonna be parents Hana! I’m gonna be a dad!” he was over the moon and excited. “Baby why are you crying?” he chuckled, kissing her cheeks and wiping her tears away.

“I’m excited and-and happy, but I’m scared I’ll lose this one too” she sniffed and hiccuped. Jungkook clicked his tongue in disapproval, pulling her to his chest, cradling her head and shushing her sobs.

“That wasn’t your fault and you know it” he cooed, rubbing her back. “I won’t let us lose this one. I’m gonna take care of you and make sure you are both healthy” he smiled, kissing her head. He could see a little one running around their penthouse or their outings to the park. Things were coming together and he would make sure it came to fruition.

***

“Hey, you okay?” Hana jumped at the sound of Namjoon’s voice, lost in thought. The four Kims were seated around the conference table, each of them having a stack of paper that they were going through, occasionally typing away on their laptops. She had been focusing on a company account that for some reason dipped in the red while soothing her sizable pregnant belly. The baby had been moving around quite a bit causing her to flinch from time to time, rubbing her hand in the areas in hopes to soothe it. “Are you in any pain or discomfort?” he asked and the other two stopped what they were doing to focus on her.

“Let me guess,” Taehyung smirked. “Baby’s shadow boxing?” They all laughed at his observation and Hana nodded, smiling back. “Typical. He is Jungkook’s son” he rolled his eyes, shaking his head with a fond smile on his lips.

“Or Daughter” Seokjin pipped in, causing Taehyung to groan. “Look at the shape of her belly! It’s definitely a girl” he protested, cutting him off before he could rebuttal.

“We all know gender is a construct, it doesn’t matter if it’s a girl or boy” Namjoon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, already annoyed that this argument came up time and time again, and he had to sit through it every time. They all froze as she drew in a sharp gasp, waiting bated breath to see if she was alright.

“Sorry, I’m fine. Just a hard kick to the rib is all” she smiled reassuringly, rubbing her tummy again.

“Did you drink anything caffeinated? Maybe that’s why they’re more movement” Seokjin, the oldest as usual, fretting more than he needed to, as if this were his own child. Realistically, they both knew that when this baby was born, it would be the first child from their generation and inevitably everyone would end up parenting them in some way.

“Relax. I haven’t had any caffeine today, remember? You all made it clear to my secretary and assistants that I’m not to be having any caffeine,” she rolled her eyes, missing the taste and effects of the brown liquid. She briefly locked eyes with Taehyung, who winked at her, a secret message and promised that he’d sneak her a cup later.

“We could play some music instead of sitting here in silence. I read that music can help soothe the baby while you rub your tummy” Namjoon suggested, pushing his chair back and stretching.

“Or we can stop and go for lunch? The other four are just wrapping up and we can meet them at the restaurant?” Taehyung suggested and Hana caught the mischievous look in his eyes. Suggesting they go out to lunch, especially by Taehyung standards, meant that they would probably get carried away in their fun and not have to work for the rest of the afternoon. 

“Lunch sounds like a great idea” she winked back at him, confirming that she was on to him and fully supported his plan. “You guys really aren’t going to argue against a pregnant woman’s appetite are you?”

The two eldest wearily looked at each other, catching the behavior of the younger two. They glanced at the stack of papers around them and silently weighed the situation in their minds, debating whether or not to shut the plan down or not. It wasn’t until Seokjin gave Namjoon a small smile indicating that he too was caving. Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose again, letting out a big sigh.

“Fine. Tomorrow we order lunch in and work through our break”

***

Jungkook was annoyed. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He should’ve been at home with Hana, massaging her feet and telling his unborn baby about his day. Not in his suit with blaring music and lights around them.

They were at a club scouting out a threat that had been made against Bangtan and all hands were on deck. They heard rumors of a group of individuals trying to take down Bangtan, something they normally didn’t care about since they were so established and powerful. However, it was the discovery of a Rat who had been with the family for years, did they know this was a bigger threat than they thought. The rat was a trusted individual by the elders and had it not been for some poking around by Hoseok after Hana’s voiced concern, he would have flown under the radar and created an even bigger mess. 

The rat had been dealt with and disposed of much to Yoongi’s delight, but the information they did gather from them about what information was passed around was concerning. Addresses of certain safe houses were leaked, along with shipment and distribution dates and times. They increased surveillance and security on these factors, finding it odd that they hadn’t been attacked or ambushed. It was not the time for them to let their guard down though. If anything, it meant that they had to be extra careful. 

It comforted the group knowing that Yoongi and Hoseok were with Hana at home. The woman was a week away from her due date, not showing any signs of contractions or premature birth, but they couldn’t risk it. Not after the fact she had already been kidnapped. As much as they would’ve liked the seven of them together tonight, the precious cargo was too important, trusting their two strongest to take care of her, while the five of them handled things at the club. They weren’t looking to get into any physical altercations, but it didn’t mean that they weren’t armed. Guns were loaded, strapped and concealed on their bodies, prepared for a fire fight if it were to come to it. 

“The Kings of Bangtan? Here? At my club?” the silk voice of a man, pulled them out of their observations. 

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Namjoon being the diplomat and level headed one of the group rose to his feet, offering a hand shake, which the younger man gladly took.

“Jackson Wang. It’s been quite some time hasn’t it?” the nod was curt, familiarity between the two. Their gaze exchanged a private message, the others tensing and preparing themselves. “Unfortunately, I’m not here to visit you” he apologized and the man smiled fondly.

“I will say, I’m a little disappointed, but I figured as much” he glanced at Namjoon’s entourage, focusing in on Jungkook. “Congratulations Jeon. I hear you have a Junior on the way” Jackson’s congratulation was sincere, but unfortunately now wasn’t the time for it. It wasn’t a secret that Hana was pregnant and they were sure everyone who needed to know knew she was carrying his child. Still, he didn’t like it when she was brought up whenever he was working, especially in this environment with this circumstance hanging above their heads. Instead, Jungkook gave him a polite smile and nod of the head, not wanting to attract attention or take away from the point of their visit. “Let’s take this somewhere a little bit more private?” Namjoon nodded his head and began to follow Jackson towards the back of the club to the private area. “I found someone lurking around where they weren’t supposed to and figured you’d like to speak with them”

***

Yoongi rested with his eyes closed on the couch as Hoseok and Hana watched a movie, feet soaking in a bath and facemasks on their faces. He enjoyed listening to the laughter that would erupt from time to time between the two of them as a character in the film acted funny. He contemplated getting up to clean up the mess from their take out dinner, but opted to rest his eyes a bit more. With the shipping and distribution schedule leaked, he had been working more than normal, often sacrificing sleep in order to make sure everything went smoothly. He was on high alert, more than normal, and tonight he felt the exhaustion start to catch up with him. So much that he didn’t realize he drifted off to take a light nap. They both quickly picked up at the change in breaths of the older man, smiling at each other because they were glad he was finally able to get some sort of rest. They continued to watch the movie, trying their best to lower down their volume as the movie continued to crack them up. As the movie came to an end, they started cleaning up, being careful not to wake the sleeping man on the couch. It wasn’t until they were washing dishes and throwing food away that Hoseok noticed the look of pain cross Hana’s face. 

“I’m fine” she breathed, steadying herself as the pain quickly faded. She felt really mild discomfort from time to time that day, but as the movie was coming to an end they would hurt more and became more frequent. She had a week left into the pregnancy and knew she had to be prepared for early labor but surely contractions couldn’t happen this fast? All the books Hana read and the videos she watched said that the contractions start over a few days, and while the baby had dropped, she barely felt anything, waving it off as a false contraction. However, the more she thought about the pain and the frequency she began to get a little worried. 

“Are you having contractions?” he asked, turning off the sink and ushering her to the nearest stool. “How far apart are they?” he tried his best to keep his cool, but he couldn’t help it. If the baby was coming while the boys were doing business, he and Yoongi might be the ones walking into the delivery room with her.

“I don’t know. Help me time them” she sighed, relaxing a bit more into the chair and reaching for her phone. The two of them sat in silence, Hana marking down the time it happened, Hoseok counting how long her face contorted in pain. Hoseok quickly texted the group that Hana may have been having contractions, but no one responded or read the text and after sitting for an hour, he knew he and Yoongi were now in charge. “1 minute each, 15 minutes apart” her voice trembled a bit.

“Okay, you go wake up Yoongi and I’m going to start getting your stuff together” he declared, helping her up from the chair, even though she didn’t need it, and parting with her in the hallway. He rushed to their room grabbing the overnight bags they had preemptively packed, knowing that their child was coming soon. Thankfully, Jungkook had sent them all a screenshot of their list in the event he couldn’t be with Hana when they had to get to the hospital and Hoseok made sure to run over everything twice, making sure he didn’t miss a thing and hauled it all into the living room by the front door. 

“Hoseok, calm down.” Yoongi’s voice stopped him and interrupted the flurry of a storm that was running through his head. “We have time to get her there safely. The hospital is waiting for her and we’ve checked her in over the phone” he also nudged his head in Hana’s direction as she was seated on the couch, breathing through another contraction. He could tell by the look on her face that this one hurt more than the others, taking a deep breath as to not let his worry and panic show again. “H? We’ve got everything ready, let us know when you are” Yoongi rubbed her back, his voice calmer and lighter than normal, knowing that she was in a lot of discomfort. She nodded to let him know that she heard him, but she was so focused on the contraction that she couldn’t answer him back. The two waited patiently and quietly for her to be ready to move, feeling a little worried that no one had replied to the text thread.

“Okay, let’s go” she sighed, contraction passing and grabbing Yoongi’s hand to stand. They didn’t anticipate what would happen next. A gush of fluid rushed down her legs and her face paled, immediately looking at the two. “My water just broke”

***

“Let me ask you again,” sighed Namjoon, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Who do you work for?” he stared annoyedly at the man tied up in the chair. The man said nothing this time, a little too out of it from the previous hits he took. Scoffing at the lack of reply, Namjoon motioned for Jungkook to take another swing, the man coughing up blood.

“If you won’t tell us who you work for, then we could always ask your family” Jimin smirked when the man looked at him, eyes wide with fear. They knew nothing about this man, but this wasn’t their first interrogation. They knew techniques to find the weaknesses in their hostages.

“P-please... Don’t hurt them” he begged, attentive and coherent.

“Please. We aren’t sick like the people you associate it” groaned Taehyung, rolling his eyes at the cliche portrayal of mafia members. “I will say, if you don’t comply, life will be extremely difficult with a crippled father and blacklistings from banks” his face held no expression now, serious and scary. Bangtan didn’t believe in harming families, only using them for leverage. While the older generations may have done it, the boys refused. They knew how to get what they want, using violence or the harm of family members last. It wasn’t the child’s fault for their parents’ crimes, so why should they pay for it? However, they knew that if push came to shove, that would be the last option. 

The man’s lip trembled and they knew he was about the break. They stood there in the tense silence until the man broke out into sobs, spilling everything and begging for the protection of Bangatan. As irritated as Jungkook was, and as sore as his hand was, he could somewhat empathize with the man. He was sure that he would do everything to protect his family, and that included Bangtan. He would rather die than sell out his family or put their lives at risk. Knowing Bangtan, they would never let this happen to him either, as they were very keen on keeping their own safe and secret. While they had public identities and public relations, their ties were always kept secret in the best interest for everyone. They were high profile and if people found out their affiliations, other world leaders and politicians would fall with them. If Bantang wouldn’t let it happen, public leaders sure as hell wouldn;t as it would tarnish their name. As their questions for him came to a close, they were surprised to see Jackson burst into the room with a phone in his hand, panting and passing it to Jungkook.

“Where are you?!” he was expecting the rival gang to be on the phone, with a message threatening them once more. Not his screaming wife who was panting. “I’m at the hospital and they said the baby’s coming!” she squeaked, before another voice came into the phone.

“There is no way NONE of you checked your phone! Her water broke an hour ago and she’s 7cm! Get here now” Jungkook swallowed hard, looking at the others in panic, they too heard Yoongi’s growl. The phone went dead after that and they assumed it was to take care of Hana who was currently progressing through labor quickly. 

“Go! I’ll take care of the rest” Jackson assured, ushering the rest of them out of the room, leaving the once begging man confused and at a loss for words.

***

“Okay Mrs. Jeon, you need to get ready. You’re fully dilated and your contractions are close enough to push” the doctor smiled at her at her feet as she put her feet in the stirrups. The doctor smiled weakly at the two men on either side whose hands were being crushed as Hana pushed through another contraction. It wasn’t until this pain dissipated that Hana relaxed her grip on their hands and laid back, that she realized just exactly what the doctor said.

“I can’t. Jungkook’s not here yet” she whimpered, anxious that an hour had passed since they had called them. Hana had never felt this kind of pain before and seriously wished she could get an epidural. She had a mild case of anemia and her platelet count fluctuated her entire life, so they knew early on that she most likely wouldn’t be a candidate to get an epidural. She was confident Jungkook’s presence would help her through the pain and she hoped her high pain tolerance would help, but this was a completely new kind of pain she didn’t foresee. She tried really hard not to cry but everything felt incredibly overwhelming and she couldn’t hold it back. Her sniffles were soft and she wiped her tears away, Yoongi kissing her on the head and squeezing her shoulder in support.Hoseok tried to reassure her with a weak squish of her hand and a hopeful smile that Jungkook would be here on time.

“I can give you fifteen minutes, no more” the doctor sighed, truly understanding how important it was for a pregnant mother to have her husband with her. The doctor walked off to prepare herself to help birth the babies and the nurses flurried around making sure everything was ready to welcome the baby. Yoongi and Hoseok exchanged a look of concern, unconfident that Jungkook and the other’s would be arriving on time. In a rush to make a point and take care of Hana, they failed to ask him where they were and what was happening. They felt her squeeze their hands hard again, watching her bite her lips and more tears streaming from her eyes. Although she was in extreme pain, the two were extremely impressed at how well she was managing when showing her pain. They heard other women screaming and groaning as they passed by other rooms when Hana was rushed into her labor room. In the quiet moments, they could still hear cries of agony and distress far off that even the soundproof build of the unit couldn’t hide. They let her break their hand as she worked through the contraction, both of them eyeing the clock and watching her fifteen minutes dwindle.

“It hurts so bad” she whimpered, collapsing back onto the pillow and wiping more tears away.

“Are you sure we can’t get you an epidural?” Hoseok asked, desperate to find some way to ease the pain. 

“Her blood work didn’t pass the test. Doctor said it’s too risky” Yoongi sighed, rubbing her shoulder and bicep, hoping to soothe the tension that settled in them from the contractions. They both tensed as another one ripped through her, frowning as they were so frequent and strong, not to mention the doctor entering the room again, signaling her time was up. “H it’s time, we can’t wait anymore” Yoongi frowned, squeezing her shoulder.

“He isn’t here yet, please” she pleaded, tears fully streaming down her face. Hoseok wiped them away again and Yoongi caressed her head, softly planting a kiss on top of it. The doctor was fully dressed and ready to deliver the baby, so the likelihood of them walking away was low.

“Hana, you’re losing steam. You need to be able to push the baby out and I can tell you’re getting tired” Yoongi was firm but loving with her, knowing that he still had to push her to deliver the baby despite her wishes of Jungkook being there. His heart broke when she looked into his eyes, scared, in pain, tired and anxious.

“I can’t do this without him” she whimpered, another tear falling from her eye. Hana never pictured Jungkook’s absence when she thought about the birth of their child, but here she was without a husband, only two of her closest friends beside her. She knew Yoongi was right and that she had to deliver this baby now. She could barely hold her head up, exhausted from the discomfort and pain the labor process brought her, not to mention the rollercoaster of emotions she was feeling as a result of her missing husband.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Jeon, but if we wait any longer, we compromise the health of the baby” the doctor explained and both boys could immediately feel her anxiety rise. Hana now had to choose between the health of their child or the presence of her needed husband. Before she could reply, another contraction hit her and she knew that this baby was coming with or without Jungkook. “Okay Mrs. Jeon, it’s time to get your baby out” the doctor nodded more to the two at her side and Hana defeatedly agreed to follow the doctor’s orders. Yoongi and Hoseok coached Hana the best that they could, encouraging her throughout the process and reiterating the doctor’s instructions. She listened as much as she could, the pain and process taking up most of her focus, that she didn’t notice the sudden commotion that erupted briefly during her labor when her husband rushed in and the other two were rushed out. 

“You’re doing such a great job baby” she knew that voice, and realized that Jungkook had indeed replaced the other two. He was panting and there was sweat on his brow, most likely from his sprint to her. He kissed her forehead and cheek, smiling at her encouragingly. As much as she wanted to yell at him for being late, she needed to focus on delivering the baby. He assumed the previous role of Yoongi and Hoseok, guiding his wife through the process with the doctor, knowing how to encourage her in ways the other two did not. 

However, she was undeniably losing steam, her feet slack in the stirrups and her neck resting on the back of the bed. Hana was as upright as the bed setting could get her, but she kept slumping, making it more difficult for the baby to come out. There was so much noise and so much pain that all she wanted to do was fall asleep. They kept telling her she was close, but it felt like an eternity would pass each time. She could hear the doctor and she wanted to follow, but she was just so tired. Jungkook quickly maneuvered his way to sit behind Hana, pushing her body upright and tilting her head back to lay on his shoulder. “Okay Hana, you can do this. I’m right here with you” he cooed into her ear, kissing her temple. “Just focus on me okay? Focus on my voice and just do what I tell you to do okay?” He kissed her temple again, receiving the nod from the doctor that she was in a better position to push. “Push baby, push” he encouraged and Hana bit her lip, finding what little strength she had left. She felt an extreme stretch at her opening and gasped in pain, but Jungkook was quick to soothe her and calm her. “It’s the head baby, you’re almost there. Push baby” and she did. Hana only focused on his voice and his touch. Jungkook focused on listening to the doctor and calming his wife, gently sitting her up more and more, using his body to support her. She felt her body was splitting in half, but she was grateful that Jungkook continued to coach her, and with a few more pushes, the pressure disappeared.

A cry erupted in the room and Hana felt Jungkook rip at the buttons of her hospital gown to receive the baby against her bare chest. She felt the tiniest amount of weight on her bare chest and her arms instinctively came up to hold the newborn in her arms. She opened her eyes to look at her baby, tears of exhaustion and joy streaming down her face. Hana looked down in admiration, astounded how something so small and so beautiful had the craziest of entries into the world. The nurses then took the baby away and Hana finally collapsed in Jungkook’s arms, relieved at the arrival of her baby, still panting with her eyes closed in exhaustion. Jungkook sang praises in her ear and she could feel his tears on her temple as he kissed her over and over again. He coached her through the last push to rid her body of the placenta as the nurses took the crying baby to check vitals and clean them up. 

“Thank you baby. Thank you so much for giving me a child, for carrying them in your body, for all the work you put in” he softly cried, holding her exhausted frame to his chest, still behind her. “Fuck, I love you so much. Thank you” he kissed her temple again and held her until the nurses shooed him away to be with the newborn while they cleaned her up. Jungkook assured Hana that it was okay now and that she was able to rest, as he would take care of everything from thereon. She felt herself slowly slipping into a slumber, occasionally disrupted by a nurse asking her questions or the doctor checking her in. The next thing she knew, she was waking up to the soft sounds of her baby fussing and Jungkook’s gentle coos. “I know little one, I'll just fix your diaper and then we’ll wake up mama”.

Hana shifted and pushed her body up to let them know she was in fact awake, but they didn’t quite notice her. She took a moment to admire the sight before her and tears came to her eyes. Sure, she was still exhausted but to see her husband fix their child’s diaper and scoop them up, his smile ever present, made all of it worth it. Jungkook loved with his eyes first and the love he had in his eyes was the same he had for her, but something else sparkled in them. She could see the silent promises he made to their child, the happiness for their presence and the eternal love for them. Her small sniffle caught his attention, looking up alarmed, but understanding right away. “Look! Mama’s awake!” he cooed, walking over, eyes never leaving the baby. “Are you ready for Mama cuddles?” he asked as if there would be a reply. He gently loosened the swaddle as Hana unbuttoned the top of her gown again for some needed skin to skin contact. “Jeon Jiseol, meet your Mama” he smiled at her, passing the baby in her waiting arms.

“Hello my beautiful princess” she whispered, holding the little bundle of joy ever so carefully in her arms, as Jungkook moved to sit beside her on the bed. “Great name baby” she smiled, kissing his cheek, “I couldn’t have thought of anything better” he kissed her forehead, linking his finger with Jiseol’s tiny hand.

“How are you feeling?” She could hear the concern in his voice but also the joy of this new chapter. 

“Tired, but it was so worth it. Isn’t that right, beautiful?” she cooed, kissing the top of her daughter’s head softly. 

“So worth it,” he chuckled softly, admiring both of his beautiful girls. “The nurse should be coming soon to help you nurse for the first time. Then breakfast should be arriving and visiting hours will be open. Your mom and dad are flying in and should be here by tomorrow morning.” he recited, which was foreign to Hana as she normally was the one who knew all the plans. Jungkook listed off their hospital itinerary as if he was her secretary but never took his eyes off of their daughter. However, she saw the slight furrow in his brow as he suddenly grew silent. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there” he whispered, unable to look her in the eyes.

“I mean, I wanna say it’s fine, but it was really scary,” Hana admitted, Jungkook looking at her apologetically. “However, it does make a very entertaining story” she giggled, much to his relief. “Where were you anyways?” she asked, laughter in her eyes at their situation.

“We were interrogating a guy and our phones weren’t in the room. Didn’t want to be tapped. Luckily one of the two was able to get a hold of Jackson. Unfortunately, the club was all the way in Chuncheon, despite me breaking traffic laws” he sighed heavily, remembering the chaos that ensued after they received the phone call. Right after the call, they ran out of the club and piled into the SUV, telling their other staff to stay behind and help out Jackson. The four of them sped back to Seoul breaking all traffic laws without garnering too much attention. As soon as they pulled up to the hospital, Jungkook jumped out of the car and demanded to know where his wife was. He sprinted up the stairs to rush to her, only for Yoongi to hold up his hand for him to stop before coming any closer. Yoongi explained that Hana was losing steam and the doctor was worried that they would have to proceed into surgery, so Jungkook had to figure out a way quick to get her back to pushing. Grateful for the older two, he nodded and replaced them to help Hana. 

Now they sat there with their bundle of joy. Jungkook had never known this type of love and happiness. He thought what he felt with Hana would be the strongest he would ever feel towards anyone, but having his daughter here, a family to call his own, that was greater than he could imagine. He was a dad. He would be the one to protect his princess against monsters under her bed and boys that would break her heart. To walk her down the aisle when she gets married and to welcome their grandkids into the world. He stared lovingly in her eyes and silently promised the world to her as he did when he married Hana. 

Their moment was interrupted by the nurse knocking on the door, entering to help Hana nurse her baby for the first time. The nurse smiled sheepishly, embarrassed that they were interrupting a very intimate moment, but knowing that they had to. Jiseol began to whimper and whine, a cry starting to leave her mouth as she sensed feeding time had arrived. Jungkook watched attentively as if he was the one being taught how to nurse and of course Hana was a natural at it. She was able to nurse Jiseol so smoothly that the nurse complimented her and their daughter. The nurse stayed and they made small talk while Jiseol fed, Jungkook jumping at the opportunity to burp her when she was finished. 

“Your breakfast should be here shortly, but there is a group of men waiting downstairs to visit you. Are you comfortable if I send them in?” the nurse asked, updating the chart at the foot of the bed, knowing that these two had everything taken care of. 

“Yes, but if possible,I’d like to wash my face and freshen up a bit before you send them up” Hana requested, moving to get up and out of the bed on her own, wincing at the discomfort between her legs.

“Here, let me help you!” The nurse rushed to her side and escorted her to the bathroom in the room, leaving Jungkook and Jiseol to have quality time together while Hana freshened up. Hana wasn’t used to having someone attend her and help her around, but she was grateful for the nurse as she found getting ready more exhausting than usual, not to mention the increasing pain in her nether region after peeing. She made due with her appearance knowing that she didn’t have to look put together, but still wanting to be fresh before seeing her family. After settling back into her bed, the nurse adjusted the bed in a more comfortable position, and went to fetch Jiseol’s eager uncles as her breakfast rolled in. She managed to eat a couple bites before the seven men rushed into the room, Jungkook’s loud SHHHH, causing them to whisper and tone down their excitement.

“God, you look great for a woman who just pushed a watermelon out of her vagina” Taehyung chuckled, kissing his cousin on the head and cheek.

“Do you have to be so graphic about it?” moaned Jimin coming around the other side of the bed, who also kissed Hana on the head and cheek, something they’ve always done since they were younger.

“You weren’t the one in the room when she first started labor” scoffed Yoongi, pushining Taehyung out of the way to give her a side hug.

“Or the one whose hand she crushed,” Hoseok teased, as he massaged her feet gently, smiling at her. 

“Hana, she’s beautiful,” Seokjin cooed, already pulling Jiseol away from Jungkook, showing her off to Namjoon.

“You’re so tiny. So cute,” everyone laughed at Namjoon’s sudden cute baby voice he adapted when speaking to Jiseol, that a blush rose to his face in embarrassment. The leader Namjoon, cold as ice and level headed, melting in front of his niece. They poked fun at him, mocking him and passing the baby around, giving Jungkook and Hana a moment to rest and enjoy their company. In true Seokjin fashion, he brought them food that was still warm, stating that the food at the hospital wasn’t made with the finest ingredients that would contribute to both of your health. He vowed to cook for the both of you every day that you were going to stay in the hospital, not taking no for an answer. As they joked about the new chapter of their life, Jungkook sat back watching them interact with each other and his daughter.

“Thank you Hana'' he whispered, afraid that if he spoke any louder, his voice would crack and he would lose his composure. “You’ve given me the world and more” he kissed her softly on the lips, ignoring the rest of them as they reveled in the beginning of the next chapter of their lives.

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[gaemkyuu]

Remind Me

Mafia!AU Jungkook x Original Character Established relationship! 

Summary: According to her therapist, Hana is making amazing progress recovering from her traumatic experience, but she wishes she could say her relationship with her husband was too. She hopes that this forced vacation courtesy of Taehyung and Jimin might fix the tension between them.

Warnings: Major insecurities after a traumatic event, mentions of past rape, mentions of therapy, relationship problems, workaholic, swearing, HEAVY SMUT. LIKE BASICALLY ALL SEX. Happy ending tho (kinks include: overstimulation, dirty talk, praise, oral, breeding/pregnancy)

A/N: Part four of a 5 part mini-series, in which each section focuses on a particular season in their lives. Thank you for the nice messages :) Hoping you like this one too!

Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece! In no way do I claim characters in this piece act this way in real life.

The rest of Bangtan made it a point to deal with Zhou Yi and his actions towards Hana. They had the Japanese Heiress create temporary settlement documents after they had made her aware of what transpired. The Heiress, forever grateful to Hana for giving her an escape from marriage with Zhou Yi, complied willingly and sent her multiple get well gifts. Zhou Yi was dealt with according to his father Zhou Fan, and they assured Bangtan that there would be no further incidents. They didn’t think it was enough, but they settled for now, knowing that in due time Zhou Yi would get his just desserts. He already was dealing with a tarnished reputation as the Japanese Heiress went to the press about him. With his father disowning him, he had very little left.

Hana made a smooth recovery after the kidnapping incident and was back to work in no time, even if the three Kim brother’s insisted she take some more time off. She had been seeing a trauma therapist, Jungkook occasionally joining her at the sessions he could. Her parents had visited her and Jungkook after hearing about it, spending some needed quality time with the couple. However, their relationship wasn’t as strong as it was before the kidnapping. Jungkook had become more overbearing and while Hana didn’t mind it when she was recovering, she grew wary of it when she was healed. He would still try to prepare food for her and encourage her to move as little around the house as possible, going so far as to hire a maid and have food delivered for her when she got home from work. They fought quite a bit about her returning to work, compromising only when Hana agreed to have someone escort her to and from work, while having a guard nearby or outside of her office. She begged her husband to tone down his need to take care of her, insisting that she was fine and that things could go back to normal. She loved her husband dearly, but she began to feel more and more suffocated, so she asked for him to stop coming to her therapy sessions to have some privacy.

That didn’t go over well with Jungkook. While he didn’t protest her request, it did hurt him that she wanted him to stop coming. He didn’t tell her or even mention anything about it, understanding that maybe this was something she wanted to do on her own. Instead, he focused on other things he could do so that she would focus more on recovering. For a while after the kidnapping, doctors had recommended that they abstain from being intimate until the tearing and injuries that Hana has sustained could heal. It was a lot for her to handle knowing that she was raped and couldn’t handle it, hence the therapy. He didn’t see it as overbearing and no one else pointed anything out to him, so he didn’t see a problem with it. When they weren’t at home in each other’s company, everything seemed like it had gone back to normal, but their friends were noticing the slight unusual behavior when they were apart. For example, Jungkook was at the gym more and it was easier to aggravate him, while Hana didn’t seem as confident as she normally was. 

“Okay, spit it out,” Taehyung groaned, shutting the laptop on her desk and sitting on the corner of it. Hana didn’t expect her two best friends to barge in and just stop her from working. “What the fuck is going on between the two of you?”

“Tae, there’s no need to be so crass” Jimin chastised as he walked around the other side, glaring at him. Clearly they had a plan that Taehyung chose not to follow. “We’ve noticed that you haven’t been yourself lately”

“And not in the ‘I’m a walking example of trauma’ but more in a ‘there’s something going on that I refuse to acknowledge or deal with and not even therapy could save me’ kind of way” Jimin slapped him upside the head, scolding him for being so rude. 

“In a not so rude way, but yes. We’ve noticed that you’re holding something back” Jimin sighed, pushing back a few strands of hair behind her ear, stopping to caress her cheeks and stare deeply into her eyes. To some, Jimin’s actions would seem inappropriate as she was married, but they understood he meant nothing by it. It was the way they showed each other their platonic but deep relationship. Plus, Jimin acted this way with everyone, so it wasn’t like it was weird or unordinary. 

“I just... I haven’t been feeling like myself, y'know?” she confessed knowing that there was nothing she could hide from the two of them. They would keep digging and digging until they were convinced that there was nothing left to dig for. “It’s not because of the kidnapping, I hardly think of it anymore, but I guess I’ve been more and more frustrated with Jungkook,” she sighed, thinking about their fight over what she ate for breakfast. She didn’t want to eat anymore, her appetite gone after he physically watched her eat each bite. However, he insisted she eat more, causing her to abruptly leave the table and shove her plate in the sink, not bothering to kiss him goodbye or say goodbye. 

“When was the last time you guys fucked?”

“Taehyung!”

“Ahem, sorry. Let me ask this again because Jimin apparently didn’t use this word when we were last drinking,” he scoffed, clearing his throat and pronouncing his next sentence slowly and clearly. “When was the last time you had sex?” he blinked at her curiously, watching her face flush at such a personal question. She opened her mouth but no words came out. “Hm. I knew it” he replied, pulling out her side drawer to take a piece of gum from her hidden stash.

“Is that it? Your lack of intimacy?” Jimin asked in amazement, surprised that Taehyung had got it on the first question. Still, Hana struggled to answer back because as much as she wanted to protest, it was really true.

“Think about it. Jungkookie has been at the gym more often and taking showers before going home. Long showers in the private suite I might add” he blew a bubble to emphasize his point. “It’s the typical guy thing to do. He has blue balls”

“He has blue balls?! What about me?!” Hana slapped her hand over her mouth, hating the fact that of all the comments made today, that was the one she answered to. Taehyung smirked at her wiggling his eyebrows and Jimin sighed at his partner’s behavior. “Okay, yes. We aren’t having sex and it’s bothering me” she sighed, hiding her face in her hand.

“Clearly you're both not masturbating enough” again, popping a bubble he blew, Hana envious at how nonchalant he could be about this topic. “I mean, I have a healthy masturbation schedule” Jimin and Hana both gagged at his personal information. They were open with each other about this stuff, but sometimes Taehyung didn’t know where to draw the line.

“Have you asked him to have sex lately?” Jimin asked, refocusing on the topic at hand. She shook her head no, looking away, confirming that there was something much more complicated about the situation. “Then what is it?”

“I’m afraid to ask because I’m scared he’ll say no” she bit her lips, tears lining her eyes. “I mean I get it, we stayed away from it so I could recover and be in a better headspace, but when I felt fine, he kept avoiding it” the two men gave each other a concerned look understanding this was more than sexual frustration. 

“I guess it doesn’t help with the enhanced security, does it?” Jimin empathized, rubbing soft circles on her back. She could feel the tears threaten to fall, but she quickly blinked them away. She didn’t like to cry at work.

“But it’s more than that, isn’t it Hana?” Taehyung was a lot softer with his voice. His caring nature presented itself in the forefront, but still needed to be bold. “You can tell us, we won’t judge or tell him” she bit her lip, hesitant to say it outloud because then she would be admitting the truth she was afraid to face.

“I’m just scared it’s because he doesn’t want me that way anymore, y’know?” she whispered, her tears finally spilling over as she quickly tried to wipe them away. The two came and embraced her in a group hug and Hana began to sob. 

“Banana, you know that isn’t true right?” Jimin frowned, squeezing her shoulder. She didn’t reply and just looked away. What else was she supposed to think?

“Han, Kookie loves you so much. Trust us. He is smitten by you” Taehyung insisted, pulling her out of her seat into another hug, just the two of them. Again, she just sniffled into his shoulder, not saying a single word. It wasn’t like Jungkook looked at her with disgust or she thought he was cheating, but it didn’t help that anytime their kissing would get a little heated or hands would roam his body, he would pull away with a soft sad smile. It was thought every time she tried and got close to him, he would tense up and shut it down.

“You know what I think you both need?” Jimin piped up, eyebright and mischievous. The two looked at him, Taehyung obviously catching on, but Hana a little apprehensive of the look in his eyes. “You two need a vacation! Just the two of you!”

“That’s a great idea! Where no one can interrupt you!” Taehyung whipped out his phone and started texting his older brothers.

“Yes! Where you guys can work things out and you can’t walk away from each other!” Jimin did the same, but he was looking for flight bookings.

“The private island!” Taehyung exclaimed, high fiving Jimin. “Okay! Both of your schedules are cleared for the next two week!” His boxy smile was wide and bright, childlike even.

“Tickets are booked and you leave in the morning!” Jimin’s smile rivaled Taehyung’s.

“You guys can’t just wipe our schedules and buy us flights! I have so much work to do and I’m sure JK does too!” Hana protested, a knot in her stomach beginning to form. 

“We just did,” winked Taehyung at Hana’s eye roll. “Everyone’s fine with it! Plus, it’s not like you’re leaving in the busy season!” He did have a point. If there was a time to take a vacation, it would be now. Still she wasn’t completely open to this plan of theirs.

“What about therapy? I can’t just stop going” Jimin looked at her confused and Hana knew she was going on this impromptu trip whether she wanted to or not.

“It’s called video conferencing?” Jimin sighed, shaking his head lightly before putting both hands on her shoulders and holding her at arm's length. “Hana, this trip will do you both good. If you fight, then you fight. You two aren’t talking to each other because you’re both too distracted with what’s going on around you.” Hana frowned, knowing she couldn’t argue with Jimin. “The only thing that is planned is your flight to and from. You’ll both be staying at the family property and there is no one on the island! Maintenance will have fixed everything and food will be stocked prior to your arrival. It’ll just be time for the both of you”

Jimin and Taehyung had a point. They needed to talk. No distractions. It’ll fix everything. Right?

When Jungkook arrived home that evening, he was exhausted and didn’t expect to find Hana in the kitchen cooking. He had ordered food for the both of them and sent Hana a text that she should eat without him, but he saw the takeout still in its bag, abandoned on the kitchen counter. He was pleased to hear her humming and dancing to a tune in her head. For a moment, he watched her in silence, admiring the view of his beautiful wife in his clothing. He liked Hana at her simplest. While he did swoon when she was dressed to impress, he fell in love with her simple side. Sweat pants, baggy t-shirts and her hair thrown up in a bun, a side of her she rarely showed anyone. It showed that she was comfortable and able to be vulnerable.

“Someone’s in a good mood” he whispered, kissing her cheek and wrapping his arms around from behind her. “You know I ordered us food right?” she hummed thoughtfully but continued to work on the Ramyun that was bubbling away in the pot.

“Correction. You bought me food and you a snack” she sighed, turning to face him, concerned filling his face at her displeased look. “Where have you been?” she asked, glancing at the clock.

“Just at the gym. Felt a lot of tension that I needed to work out, but from what I hear, you and I have the next two weeks off and are leaving in the morning” he deferred the conversation, knowing that it would lead to another argument, something that he didn’t want to do. Picking up on this, Hana didn’t push any further, turning off the stove and placing the noodles in two separate bowls. “It’s smells delicious babe”

“Thanks, love. You know, you could come home to this more often if you’d let me” she sighed, giving him a peck on the cheek and grabbing her bowl as she walked over to their kitchen counter. Jungkook picked up his bowl, sitting beside her and helping her take out some of the takeout he ordered for her. He was glad that the food wasn’t getting wasted, but he knew she wasn’t too happy about the delivery he made. “Do you need help packing?” small talk. They never usually resorted to small talk. They normally told each other about their days or something they found interesting. It wouldn’t be weird for them to talk about a dream he had and try to interpret and analyze it, but it seemed like the conversations between them were mundane now, as if they were walking on eggshells.

“I would like your help” he smiled and she choked on a noddle briefly, caught off guard by his answer. “Maybe you could pick some of my outfits for me?” He looked at her hopeful, knowing how much she loved styling him and dressing him up. “Maybe I can pick out a few cute dresses for you to wear too?” she nodded her head slowly, her eyes still wide in shock.

It wasn’t the reply he wanted, but it was a start. Yoongi, Namjoon, Seokjin and Hoseok had called him out for lunch that day and confronted him about the way he was acting. He didn’t know that it had been obvious, but the fact that the oldests of the group were talking to him about it, meant that it was serious. Jungkook confessed with how much pent up aggression and energy he had, not understanding why he had felt this way. He thought that maybe it was because she was growing distant or that there was something she was going through, but he just wasn’t sure. He told them that they had been snippy with each other at home, recounting how she behaved that morning. It wasn’t until Yoongi pointed out that he was sexually frustrated did Jungkook understand how he really felt. They had told him about Jimin and Taehyung’s plans, emphasizing that he took this opportunity to fix things between the two of them. Their dynamic was off and the married couple was the cause of it. They wanted to take care of it before it got to the elders in Bangtan. 

In truth, Jungkook didn’t know how to act around Hana. She acted like the kidnapping never happened and was mostly back to her usual self. He thought she was trying to convince him that she was fine but was really suffering on the inside. He grew even more suspicious when she asked him to stop coming to therapy and tantrumed over the smallest things. Sure, he had taken his own needs and sought comfort in his hands, but he couldn’t ask her to be intimate. What if he triggered a memory or caused a panic attack? He couldn’t hurt her like that, especially not while they were being intimate.

After supper, they cleaned the dishes together and set about to pick out clothes for their trip. For the first time in a while, the two were genuinely enjoying their time laughing and joking, creating outrageous outfits and taking way longer to pack than necessary. It even resulted in a mini fashion show where they would put on ugly outfits and strut up and down their walk in closet. As they fell asleep that night, the two were cautiously hopeful that this trip would really help them figure out how to move forward from here.

But of course it wouldn’t be that easy.

They had left without a hitch, flying out from the airport fine and then boarding a private jet to take them to their private island. For once, it felt like everything was back to normal. They were cuddling, joking and enjoying each other’s company... Until Jungkook got a call from his family’s company about several problems they ran into through one account that needed to be dealt with right away. Hana understood as her husband looked at her apologetically, as she could’ve had to do the same thing. The only bonus being a ‘Kim’ was that since her beloved cousin and friend planned the whole thing, no one would be contacting her for any reason. Hana was confident the Kim brothers could handle the company for two weeks and completely trusted their judgment. However, the calls didn’t stop on the flight. They continued sporadically throughout the first week of their trip, often lasting around an hour, followed up by Jungkook having to work on his laptop. That meant Hana was off doing things on her own as Jungkook watched from the deck or living room of the palazzo on the island.

She didn’t mind the alone time, but she did wish that this had turned out differently. She had finished her third canvas, humming in displeasure at how many canvases were left. Originally, they were going to paint and surprise each other with their paintings, but the one Jungkook started remained unfinished due to his obligations. While she could pick up another book, she had read 5 at this point, she didn’t want to just sit around. The weather was hot off the Australian coast and the water looked inviting. Over breakfast, Jungkook promised that they would go swimming together and he would not work past 10 am, but it was now 1 pm. She really wanted to wait for her husband to go swimming, but at this point the heat was getting worse and the air conditioning in the palazzo wasn’t as satisfying as it should be. Setting down her painting, she quickly turned around and knocked on the windows that overlooked the deck from the dining room where her husband sat on the phone, again. She motioned and mouthed to him that she was going for a swim, but ultimately grew frustrated by the continuous mouthed ‘what’ from him, saying ‘screw it’ in her mind and dropping the wrap she wore over her bathing suit, walking to the private beach. 

As she turned around, Jungkook’s jaw dropped at her gorgeous figure, watching her hips sway unintentionally as she moved. The sun made her look more radiant, something he didn’t think possible and as the water glistened on her skin, he felt the heat between his legs intensify. “Mr. Jeon? Sir?” 

Jungkook fumbled with his phone, swallowing hard and clearing his throat. “Yes, that’s fine. Do what you need to do” thank God this wasn’t a video conference, otherwise they would be able to see how flushed his cheeks were. “Is there anything else?”

“No sir. We will contact you once we have more information,” Jungkook hung up the phone promptly and looked at the time on his watch, sighing in frustration at how he lost track of time. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be working, but with his luck, of course there had been a serious issue with an account. When the four told him that he needed to take advantage of the trip and use his time purposefully, he knew they would be very upset if they found out. Hell, he was sure they already knew, but as the only person who could take care of the Jeon’s security corporation, he had to answer and field all the calls. No one had contacted either of them, but he was sure Hana was texting Jimin updates. If Jimin knew, Taehyung knew and if Taehyun knew, the oldest four knew. So it didn’t come as a surprise that after he ended the call with his associate that a text notification popped up on his phone.

RM: Seriously? The account can wait. Put your foot down and stop working. You’ve already been there for a week.

He scratched his head in frustration and slammed his computer shut, knowing Namjoon was right. Sending off a quick text to his associates, he chucked his phone on the couch and stripped his clothing to join his wife. Jungkook didn’t hate hot weather, but he wasn’t excited when the humidity slapped him in the face when he opened the french doors. He enjoyed the warmth but he hated the sticky feeling that came when the air was humid and was looking forward to the refreshing ocean water. He grimaced slightly as he jogged down to the beachfront thinking about how long Hana had been stooping in this weather, waiting for him. She loved hot weather and sunshine, but hated what the humidity did to her hair. While he was sure she enjoyed the sunlight and clear skies, she probably grumbled about the frizziness of her hair multiple times. She faced away from him in the ocean, lost in thought as she stared out at the endless sea and the other islands off in the distance, that she jumped when her husband wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked, resting his chin on her shoulder, gazing out at what she was looking at. 

“I am now” she smiled, pulling away to kiss him on the lips. “Everything okay? You’ve been pretty stressed since we got here”

“Things kinda went south with a big account and we’ve been trying to negotiate to fix it quickly.” He frowned, going over the situation in his mind. “That wasn’t the stressful part though,” he kissed her on the lips, pulling her close. She looked at him curiously but blushing at their proximity, lips near touching, noses grazing one another’s. “Knowing that I have a Goddess of a wife in front of me, looking as alluring as you do, that I couldn’t get to because of work? That was stressful” he tenderly kissed her lips in apology for wasting a week of their vacation. His grip around her waist tightened and Hana made the move to deepen their kiss, something Jungkook willingly accepted. They floated there in the water, indulging in each other's lips, ignoring the world around them, so she naturally moved to the next stage, letting her hand wander towards his swim trunks.

Jungkook tensed at the gesture, remembering showering with Hana shortly after the kidnapping and the pain her intimate areas were in. He remembered how she cried thinking her body was ugly and he felt nauseous at the bruises that littered her skin so close to her intimate areas. He broke the kiss, slightly panicked and pushed a very confused and hurt Hana away. He regretted it immediately, slightly panting from their makeout session, as he saw the look on her face. He couldn’t put his thoughts into words as he watched her face become sadder at his silence.

“I’m sorry” she apologized, pulling away and putting distance in between them. “I should’ve known that you were just taking a quick break from work. I didn’t mean to distract you from it.” She refused to look him in the eyes. She didn’t want to hurt herself any further and regretted going on this entire trip. He didn’t want her that way right now, but who’s to say he’d ever want her like that again. She worked really hard in therapy to work on healing from the trauma of the kidnapping, but the seeds of doubt were planting themselves in her heart again.

She was dirty. Used. Soiled by another man. Off putting to her husband.

Their silence grew awkward, Jungkook still silent, not able to utter what he was really thinking. Hana took this as a sign to swim back to shore and he followed her without protest, not sure what to do either. As they exited the water, they headed towards the deck in silence and toweled off, Hana wrapping hers around her body, feeling self conscious in front of her husband. He knew he had to say something or do something. He didn’t want her to apologize. It wasn’t her fault. It was his. He opened the door for her, following her and taking a deep breath.

“Hana?” He was happy that she turned around right away, a small look of hope in her eyes and he knew this was his last chance. “I’m sorry, I-” his phone’s ringtone started blaring in the room, making the both of them jump. Hana walked away crestfallen, knowing he probably had to and would take the call. Jungkook watched as she walked away up the stairs, glancing between her and the screaming phone. He huffed out a heavy sigh, knowing that the moment was gone and that it might be for the rest of the trip. He moved to answer his phone, making a point to yell at whoever was on the phone about disturbing him while he was away. He didn’t see the tears streaming down her face as she walked away from him, or how she turned the shower faucet to its hottest setting, stripping her bathing suit to only sit on the floor of the tub to weep. She didn’t know that he was downstairs yelling at his associates for disturbing him. She only knew what the darkside of her mind was whispering to her.

Hana felt awful and broken. She knew none of this was her fault but that’s what made it worse. She didn’t asked to be kidnapped or raped. She didn’t ask for another man’s hands to leave imprints of abuse that didn’t go away for weeks. She didn’t want to put her husband through the healing process of her trauma. She was helpless and her world was quickly spinning out of control. If Jungkook didn’t want her, who’s to say he wouldn’t leave her? Hana wanted so badly to convince herself that these whispers were absurd, but she couldn’t help but listen to them. It was so much easier to cave in and weep, than stay strong and convince herself that the reality of it all was different. She read somewhere that when the intimacy in a relationship no longer exists or fades, oftentimes the relationships end with it. The only thing that truly kept the tiny pieces of her broken heart together was that he kissed her today. He had followed after her today. He was sorry for being away from her... but why did he pull away?

Jungkook entered the bathroom hesitantly, quietly and slowly. He knocked twice on the door but there was no reply. As he tried his best to see through the steam, his heart ached when he heard the barely audible whimpers and sobs above the running water in the shower. As he slowly approached the shower, he saw Hana’s naked figure, curled up with her knees close to her chest, sobbing into them. He saw how badly she was shaking and weeping the closer he got to the shower, knowing he was to blame and he decided he wasn’t going to tip toe any more. He almost ripped the shower door off its hinges, but he had to get to her. He picked her up and cradled her on his lap as he sat on the shower bench. She tried to push him away and escape him, but he held her firmly in place, kissing every part of her that he could and whimpering his apologies. Still, she tried to fight him and put all her effort into leaving the glass cubicle that was filled with steam.

“Let me go!” she cried, beating his chest, tears streaming down her face.

“I’m sorry my love. Please stop” he begged, but she didn’t listen. He didn’t want to use his actual strength on her, but started to use more and more of it the harder she fought.

“You didn’t want me then, so what makes you want me now?!” she screamed, the slap to his cheek echoed in the shower. Hana didn’t mean to do it, she lost control. Jungkook didn’t see it coming, but he deserved it.

“What do you mean?” he asked, completely ignoring her actions, now that she was still.

“I’m dirty” she whimpered, biting her lip and looking down. “You don’t want me like that anymore because I’m used” she buried her face in her hands, weeping into them as the dam overflowed once again. “That’s why you won’t sleep with me or cuddle with me or why you make people watch me all the time” she sobbed, but was surprised to suddenly feel lips on hers. Jungkook was kissing her deeply, eyes closed and holding her close. He caressed her face with one hand and a tight grip around her hip with the other. This was much more passionate than what happened in the ocean, it was desperate and apologetic. She moaned softly as his tongue traced her bottom lip and she welcomed him into her mouth. She didn’t have the energy to meet him and part of her didn’t want to get invested like she did earlier today, but it felt different and she was having a hard time fighting it. He broke the kiss and wrapped both of his hands on her ass, one on each cheek, keeping his face close to hers.

“Don’t you ever say that again.” he growled, angry that she would think of herself in that way. He wasn’t angry at her, but angry at whoever put that thought in her head and made her believe it. “I don’t ever want to hear you say that again,” she gasped as he squeezed her ass hard at the end to emphasize his point, nodding to show she understood. He moved to start kissing and sucking on her neck, undoubtedly leaving marks for others to see. “I’ll never not want you. You’re mine.” he ground his hips up against her mound and she could feel how hard he was. “I’m going to show you how bad I fucking want you” she whimpered, this time in pleasure, as he stood them both up, shedding his swim trunks and capturing her lips for another deep kiss. This time, he let his hands grope her body, eager to show her how much he truly did want her. 

Jungkook pressed her against the shower wall, breaking their kiss and starting a trail towards her core. Hana could only bite her lip and let out the occasional sound of pleasure. She still had doubts, but as the pleasure increased, she lost herself in the moment. Her husband lifted each knee over his shoulders as he knelt on the tiled floor of the shower, kissing each inner thigh and looking up at her. Her face was flushed and he could see she was still unsure, so he waited for any kind of sign that she wanted to continue. As badly as he wanted to show her, she had to consent to what they were about to do. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if she felt forced into doing this. “P-please... I want you” she whimpered and he dove into her core. The sound of the shower became background noise as he licked and lapped at her mound, her own hands tangling in his hair as she became increasingly vocal about the pleasure he was giving her. He ate her away hungrily as he was starved from abstaining in this type of intimacy for so long. He alternated between teasing her clit and poking his tongue into her, fucking her with his mouth as much as possible. She felt her thighs begin to tremble, a familiar feeling in her core rising and intensifying. “I’m gonna cum!” she breathlessly cried, gripping her hands more firmly in his hair as she reached the precipice of her climax. As she cried out in release, he didn’t stop. Jungkook continued his oral ministrations with vigour, stimulating her as she became over sensitive, her hands starting to pull his face away. He gently let her knees off his shoulders, careful to watch her balance in case her legs were too weak from the pleasure. When he was sure she could stand, he rose to his own feet and kissed her once again. 

“Such a good girl. You came so hard for me didn’t you? You missed my mouth on your pussy?” she nodded breathlessly as he whispered into her ear, kissing her neck. Hana was still panting and dazed from her orgasm, but she knew her body wanted more and she knew that Jungkook wasn’t done. They didn’t have the kinkiest sex life, but to say it was vanilla was untrue. She loved it when he took total control in the bedroom, focusing on her pleasure and turning her into a total mess. He loved it when she completely submitted to him, her whimpers and moans of pleasure, occaisonally expressing praise of how good he made her feel turning him on. Jungkook loved feeling how wet Hana was still, and Hana gasped in pleasure when he ran his fingers through her folds. She was trying her best to stay standing, but she was still so sensitive from the first climax that her legs felt a little shaky. “Oh? Are your legs tired baby?” It was a rhetorical question because Jungkook immediately pulled her into his lap as he sat on the shower bench, her back pressed to his chest and her legs parted on either side of his. She could feel his hard cock pressing up against her and wanted him inside her. So she tried to grind her hips into him, but he chuckled kissing up her neck again. “Are you needy baby? Does my good girl need my cock?” she nodded, eyes closed and trying to shift her position, but he stopped her. “Not yet my love. I’m going to show you how wrong you are” a shiver ran up her spine as he trapped her arms with his own and reached one hand down to gently stroke her folds. “I want to make you cum so much that you only think of me. I’m the only one who can do this to you. You’re mine”

Hana gasped as he inserted one finger inside her, gently pumping it in and out, causing her head to fall back against his shoulder. Jungkook nibbled on her ear, neck and shoulder, occasionally giving her small kisses. He was gentle, mindful that she was sensitive, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to ramp things up. He never wanted her to feel unwanted or dirty ever again and he knew this wouldn’t fix everything, but he knew it would make a point. They had both been sexually frustrated and while for him, it turned into masturbating and going to the gym more, he didn’t realize that for Hana it was causing a downward spiral. He didn’t know that his idea of her “wanting space” were actually signs of her insecurities in their relationship, something they both worked so hard to make sure never happened. In trying to let her heal, he was really pushing her away and making it harder for her to move on. She took to the therapy well, but it was him that was the missing piece she needed to fully move on. 

“M-more. Baby please” she was fully blissed out resting her head on his shoulder, whimpering for more. He kissed her forehead and inserting a second finger inside her, fondling her breasts. Hana was fully aware that if Jungkook really wanted to, he could turn her into putty within minutes using his fingers, but it meant more to her that he was taking his time. While he had been a little more aggressive and forward when he was eating her out, he wanted to really work her up and push her over the edge, taking his time and paying attention to every part of her body. It gave her time to really feel him and melt into him, savouring the pleasure rather than indulging in it. She loved the little kisses and nips to her neck, or how he gently massaged her breast, grazing over her sensitive nipples from time to time. They continued like this, the steam dissipating from how long the shower had been running, exposing their lewd acts to the room around them. Jungkook felt the change in temperature slowly creeping in, so he moved to pump three fingers in and out of her, increasing his pace and playing with her nipples more. “JK... I-I...” he loved how her brow furrowed and she bit her lip, unable to get her words out and chasing her pleasure. He felt her angle her hips more into his hand, slightly grinding into it. 

“Just a little longer baby. Think you could be a good girl and hold it?” she nodded, wanting to please him to but also knowing that the pleasure would be that much more intense if she listened to him. “That’s right babe. Grind into my hand, let my fingers fuck you” she moaned at his words, following his directions. “I want you to cum so hard that you squirt into my hand. I wanna make you feel so good” he smirked as her core tightened around his fingers when he said that. Her legs began to tremble again and her breathing increased, indicating that she was right about to fall over. “Good girl, hold it for me okay? Don’t let go just yet” she nodded rapidly, fighting off her orgasm and listening to her husband. He didn’t make it easier on her though as he moved his hand away from her chest and rolled her sensitive bud while increasing the pace of his fingers. She tried to take deep breaths, but the feelings were becoming too much. She couldn’t articulate her current state and desperation to cum, but he knew by the sudden increases of incoherent noises that left her mouth and how her body began to shake that she was holding back and ready to cum. “Look at you baby, shaking and so ready to let go” he teased, increasing how fast he rubbed her clit, matching pace with his other hand. “Do it baby. Cum for me” he whispered, letting go of her clit and wrapping it around her body as she shook and convulsed from her orgasm. He finger fucked her through her high, holding her close to his chest and feeling the liquid rush into his hands and spill out onto the tiled floor beneath them. 

He gradually slowed down his thrusting as she panted and became completely limp in his arms. He kissed her forehead and supported her weight to bring her body under the warm shower head, the scalding temperature now gone. He gently washed her intimate areas with the luffa and body wash, setting her down for a quick moment so that he could wash his body quick. He didn’t bother getting their hair wet as he knew they would wind up in here afterwards, still not done with her. Hana was in a daze as she watched her husband quickly wash off and pick her up, wrapping her in a soft towel. He was mindful of how he patted her dry, knowing that she would be sensitive from their shower escapade, something she appreciated. While her body felt tingly and sensitive, her mind felt light and satiated, still craving for his touch and to be smothered by him.

Jungkook layed her onto their bed, pulling the sheets over them as he snuggled in close to her. He had no intentions of putting clothes back on in this moment, noting that being naked infront of each other outside of sex was just a way to be vulnerable with one another. He also didn’t want to hurt Hana with his horniness and need to show her how much he wanted her, so he cuddled up against her, letting her rest her head against his chest as he ran his fingers through her hair. His heart swelled whenever she would try to snuggle closer to him or press her cheek into his chest more. Hana was on cloud nine, all previous doubts in her mind gone. Jungkook had put her pleasure before his own, had made sure that this was about her. He didn’t tiptoe around the matter or act like she would break. He acted like he used to before the kidnapping and she felt his passion and intensity towards her once again, something that she really needed to move on. Jungkook did want her and she could revel in this security. “I love you” she murmured, something they hadn’t said as often as they used to.

“And I, you” he replied, kissing her head and wrapping both arms possessively around her. “I could never see you as dirty or used Hana. You’re eternally beautiful and desirable to me.” He tilted her chin up to look her in the eyes, noses touching. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I promise never to do that again” she bit her lips in hesitation and it did sadden him. While he didn’t expect everything to be resolved, he hoped that she would still trust him and believe him. However, she lifted her pinky finger in front of his face, searching his eyes to see if he would reciprocate this intimate and personal gesture. Jungkook locked his pinky with hers and brought it up to his lips to kiss it. “Pink promise” he whispered, causing Hana to smile and initiate the kiss. He returned her kiss with as much passion as she had, moving his arms to wrap around her waist as her hands began to roam his body. He gasped into the kiss as she teasingly brushed over his own hard cock, gripping it softly in her hands. Jungkook rolled her body so that she straddled him now, her pussy sitting right on his hard cock,“H-Hana” she silenced him.

“You want me right?” he nodded his head, slightly confused as to where she was going with this. “Show me again” she pleaded, feeling the heat in her body return. “Show me how much you want me. Make me yours. Fill me up. Claim me” she whined, lightly rubbing herself against him and he gripped his hands on her hips, biting his lower lip in pleasure, eyes rolling back. “I want to feel you so deep inside that you’re the only thing I’m going to remember fucking me” at her pleas and grinds, he thrusted up in response, not quite inserting her but still applying pressure to her clit. She knew exactly what to say to turn him on, but he had to know if she was sure.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he gritted his teeth and stilled her hips. “I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back if you aren’t ready,” his voice was desperate, wanting so badly to consume her and lose himself in his own selfish needs, but also wanting to put his wife’s comfort at the forefront. Hana placed both hands on either side of his head and held his gaze in hers. “I want you so bad, but I’m scared I might hurt you or get carried away” he searched her eyes for any hesitancy or apprehension, but he was met with the same look he fell in love with. Hana’s eyes were truly the window to her soul and in that moment he saw nothing but love and adoration for him.

“Then don’t hold back.”

That drove him crazy and he let go of everything. He lifted her hips and entered her eagerly, bottoming out in one swift thrust of his hips. Hana forgot how big he felt and gasped when he entered her so quickly, but grateful he was giving her a moment to familiarize himself. She didn’t know that Jungkook was trying to get a grasp of his surroundings, he too forgetting how tight she felt on him. The warmth of her core was sorely missed, but it had been so long that it almost felt like his hardon was suffocating, despite being fingered before. Both of them were frozen, breathing in deeply and relishing in the physical contact that had been desperately needed. With a twitch of each of their hips, a mutual sign that they were ready to move on, they began their intense love making in the bed. She meet each of his thrusts and he let her bounce on him as well, the slapping of their skin adding to the soundtrack of their gasps and moans of pleasure as they lost themselves in their intimate act.

“Fuck me Jungkook. God, don’t stop” Hana pleaded, tears brimming her eyes at the intensity of his thrust and still wanting more of him.

“I’m going to make you feel every inch of me” he panted, emphasizing the last four words with his thrusts. “I’m going to make you cum so hard and then fill you up” she moaned at his words, grabbing her breasts in her hands and fondling them. 

He admired her body as she bounced on his lap, desire to bring her to climax even faster. He placed one hand and started rubbing circles on her clit causing her to cry out. She didn’t even have time to warn him, her legs tightening around him, stopping her movements and cumming on him. Jungkook kept going, pushing her through her orgasm relentlessly and smirking as his wife lost her self to the sensation. She trembled in his arms as he lifted her up and plopped her down on the bed, resuming his thrusts. Hana’s mind completely blanked, still riding the high of one orgasm and quickly feeling another orgasm building. While they’ve had their fair share of escapades, nothing compared to the amount of pleasure she had received in this moment. She thought of all the tension between them melting away as he brought her bliss over and over again, unsure if she’d even have the energy to be able to reciprocate this pleasure to him. Jungkook was enjoying himself as much as she was, even if he hadn’t come yet. Watching her facial expressions and feeling the way her body would tense and relax under the pleasure he was providing her was enough. However, he knew by the glazed over look in her eyes and the increasing limpness in her body that she was exhausted and would soon have to tap out. He latched on to her nipple, sucking and playing with it in his mouth as she moaned and gasped, sensitive. She trembled underneath him again, her eyes rolling back and closing as she felt another wave wash over her. Jungkook slowed his thrusts and resdted his forearms on either side of her head, kissing her as she came down.

“JK...” she whimpered, her arms weakly wrapping around his neck. She could barely open her eyes but she didn’t want to stop until he reached his high too.

“Shh... I know my love. You did so good. Such a good girl for me” he cooed in her ear, stopping his thrusts and kissing her neck, forehead and lips. “Open your eyes for me love, look at me” he cooed, pushing himself up enough to see the entirety of her face. Hana’s eyes were open but the tired look was evident and Jungkook kissed her lovingly. “Can you do one more for me?” Hana nodded her head lazily, smiling up at him. He looked so handsome this close to her. It warmed her heart to see those familiar eyes that she fell in love with. All she saw in his eyes was love for her, wanting to do whatever he could for her. He kissed her softly and pushed her body up to rest against the pillows, fluffing a few behind her to make her as comfortable as he could. Hana sighed at the treatment, letting him move her around like a doll and positioning her, watching him get on his knees, spreading her legs apart and positioning himself at her entrance again.

“Please Jungkook... Fill me. Give me a baby” she sighed, knowing that her words would turn him on and maybe bring him closer to his peak. He shuddered at her words, smirking when he thrust inside her and holding onto the head board with his other hand. That did it for him, as he began to imagine her pregnant with his child, giving him the family he’s always wanted. He focused all his energy in reaching his climax, relying on her vocal cues to assure that she was alright. Hana mumbled and moaned as he fucked her, her voice rising in pitch as he increased his pace. Jungkook was just about to reach his peak, thrusts becoming sloppier but stronger as he prepared to come. Her thighs began to twitch as well, unable to stop the orgasm as he repeatedly thrust against her g-spot. “I’m-I’m cumming!”

“Fuck!” he cried, thrusting in a final time, emptying his seed within her. “Gonna fill you so fucking good” he grunted, pumping in her a couple times. Hana wrapped her arms around him as he collapsed on her chest, the both of the exhausted and panting. When Jungkook finally regrained his grip on reality, he pulled her close and flipped them so that her body rested ontop of his, running his hands up and down her back, softening inside her. He kissed the top of her head and cradled her tired body in his, giving them both just a moment to relax before cleaning up. “I love you Hana” he whispered, running a hand through her hair and tipping her chin up to softly kiss her. “I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t” she snuggled into the crook of his neck and he welcomed the contact.

“I love you... Thank you” she whispered back, content and resting in his embrace. She whimpered when he pulled out, apologizing to her knowing that she was sore. She gasped when she felt Jungkook slowly and gently finger the cum that spilled out back into her core. “Babe!” she gripped his wrist tightly, trying to pull him away.

“I know, I know. You’re sensitive.” he smirked pecking her lips again and stopping his fingers. “I just didn’t want to waste it. After all, you did want me to put a baby in you” Hana flushed at Jungkook’s words, forgetting how carried away she could get when they were doing it. “You ready for a bath?” she nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck knowing that he wouldn’t let her walk after their session. 

The couple cleaned up and cuddled for the rest of the day, not caring to check phones or clocks to see the time, just living in the moment with each other. That was how the rest of the week went, the couple only checking their phones in the morning at breakfast and enjoying each other’s company for the rest of the day. There was a a pride and satisfaction in Jungkook as he had to help Hana board their jet to return home, a small limp to her walk. The couple felt in tune and back to how it had always been. Hana on the other hand was tired but really happy she listened to Jimin and Taehyung. Sure the trip started off rocky, but maybe that had to happen in order for them to work through it. Hana felt like she was ready to get back to work and the regular rhythm of their lives in Bangtan.

To: The Terrible Trio Thank you. I’m glad I listened to you.

Jiminie: I know. We had someone clean your office while you were away. Did you really need that many tampons in your bathroom?

Excuse me, you do not get to dictate how many tampons my vagina needs during my time of the month!

Jiminie: Well, it was donated to various female staff bathrooms.

And why would you do that?

V: Please. After getting railed the way that you did? I’d be shocked if you didn’t come back pregnant.

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Saving One

Mafia!AU Jungkook x Original Character Established relationship! Summary: The threat was real and now Bangtan has to deal with it while keeping Hana safe, but things get out of hands and now it’s a race against the clock.

Warnings: Violence, standoff, mentions of rape, hostage situation, mysogenistic villan, hospital scene. This chapter reveals more interaction with the rest of Bangtan

A/N: Part three of a 5 part mini-series, in which each section focuses on a particular season in their lives. Hope you’re all liking it so far! I was really happy to write more of the group into this one. Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece! In no way do I claim characters in this piece act this way in real life.

‘Hi, You’ve reached Hana, CFO of Bangtan Finances Incorporate! I can’t come to the phone right now, but if you leave me a message, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can’

“Dammit, Hana! Pick up!” Taehyung cursed as he hung up and tried to call her again. He was ready to break his phone when he reached the same voicemail message again. “She’s not answering her phone, what does her tracker say?!”

“Still says she’s at home” Hoseok huffed, typing away on the device on his lap. The stress was evident on his brows and forehead, the tension in the car thick. “But she isn’t moving about” and that gave Yoongi enough confirmation to step on the gas and rush to the safe house. Everyone in Bangtan had a tracking chip on them, something only the core families and elders knew. It was a safety precaution to check where they were in the event they were kidnapped or held ransom. Everyone's tracking device was different. Most of the boys had theirs in their family crest rings that they wore on their right hand, but since Hana insisted her brother’s ring stay with him, they instead had hers embedded in her wedding ring. 

Arriving at the gate, they rushed into the suite, their stomachs dropped at the mess that had been caused about. It was clear there had been a struggle with the moved furniture and the broken decor around the room. The TV had been smashed and the kitchen was a mess, broken glass and plats strewn about. As they moved to the hallway the pictures on the wall were crooked and near them were dents in the drywall. They began immediately moving about calling out your name or searching for any signs. 

“Over here!” Taehyung called from the other room. 

The two older ones immediately ran towards him, cursing at the red smeared handprint on the floor and the bits of liquid that tainted areas of the room. Without a second thought, the boys began to work. Yoongi called Namjoon to let him know the tracker led them here, but she was nowhere to be found. He also informed them that he had found blood, but they weren’t sure whose it was. Hoseok began to tap into the building security and surveillance footage to see if there was anything he could pick up. Taehyun continued to search the rooms, looking for her ring. He knew that Hana would rather have her finger cut off than to take off the ring, as she wouldn’t even take it off to do the dishes or shower. That meant she had a reason to take it off and she wanted them to find it. He searched high and low as quickly as he could and found her ring sitting on their bedroom dresser. He quickly searched the drawers and the area, finding her phone and noticing that it was on the recording function. “I knew there was a reason. Clever girl” Taehyung triumphantly smiled, pulling it up.

As children, they were told to be careful as to who they associated with or trusted. Their friends were chosen by their parents and more often than not, these friends had parents connected to their own. The only ones they could be vulnerable with was each other. They protected one another at any cost and their parents often reminded them that their kindness could be used against them. The boys were given self defense classes and combat classes, while Hana had extra studying and poise classes. However, it didn’t stop Jonghyun from teaching his little sister what to do in these situations. He would often sneak her out late into the evening or lie about their plans, as he believed that his sister should be equally prepared. It wasn’t long until the other boys found out and wanted to be a part of it, as they too rejected the traditional role that was pushed on to Hana.

“We got a recording!” Taehyung called out to the other boys, who quickly rushed to meet him in the living room. The remaining 4 men rushed into the apartment just as the three were about to play the audio. Taehyun hesitated, afraid of what they would learn from the audio recording and worse, what Jungkook would do after. However, Namjoon’s nod meant that he had to play it.

“Didn’t expect that I could keep up, did you?” “Cocky. You got that from your piece of shit brother didn’t you” “Shut your mouth!” “Struck a chord did I? That’s the problem with you Women. Always assuming you’re more than just a pretty trophy, when you’re really just weak emotional burdens. I knew your father made a mistake giving the company to a woman to run” “You’re just mad that you made a mistake and we called you out for it” *SLAP* “When will you learn to do as you're told and stay silent?” *SLAP* “As long as I live I will continue to be the head of the Kim Corporation” “That could easily be fixed”

They flinched hearing Hana’s cry of pain, the rest of the conversation just a discussion about taking her body away. Jungkook grit his teeth in anger, clenching his fist at his wife’s kidnapping.

 “Pull up the security feed” Namjoon commanded before anyone could speak, Hoseok already working through the feed. They watched Hana’s body be carried out of the suite and carried up the stairs to the rooftop, where the surveillance footage was conveniently going through maintenance. They were unable to identify the men who took her, the cameras never fully capturing their identities as they moved quickly and agile to their escape. Jungkook took the nearest object and hurled it at the wall in frustration. How could he let this happen? He was the one in charge of security and to have his own wife kidnapped under his nose, from his own house, infuriated him. He picked up another object, ready to throw that one, but a firm grip on his wrist from Namjoon prevented him from doing it.

“Jungkook, I know you’re upset, but that’s not going to do anything,” sighed Seokjin, running a hand through his hair, equally worried about Hana. “We need to think. She mentioned he was mad that he made a mistake and was called out for it. Does that ring any bells? Anyone?” The room was silent as they all ran through the past events, Jungkook plopping down onto the couch with his head in his hands, scavenging his brain for something. “It had to have happened right before the gala. That’s when the deals are solidified or renewed.”

They had just finished celebrating their yearly fiscal gala two days ago and everyone had attended. Clients, partnerships, owners, you name it. It was a high profile event that had maximum security so that the guests felt free to mingle. That particular night, everyone had approached the both of them at every free moment they had, making themselves known or thanking them for their partnership and hardwork. Hana had agreed to stay by Jungkook’s side the entire evening for his peace of mind, even though it had been three months since the incident at the gym and the security breach. Since the night of the auction, there had been no further suspicious activity around you and their lead led to a dead end random gang in Taiwan. Hana had even met with the Taiwan investors and came to an agreement on their shares and profits. Both parties walked away satisfied and prosperous.

Jungkook thought of every single person who came to greet them that evening, running through the faces of those who specifically spoke to her, but he knew them all. There was no way that any of them would risk their standings and repor with them. He thought hard about what happened after the gala, after the two of you had returned home that evening, and a light bulb went off. As they were leaving, Hana was telling him about a conversation she had with the fiance of Zhou Yi, the son of Zhou Fan, the head of the Taiwanese mafia. She had told him that she had found her crying in the bathroom, upset with the way he had been treating her that evening. His fiance had confided in her, telling her about their arranged marriage as she was the heir to Japan’s most profitable finance and stock investors group who had fallen on hard times. The woman was trying to protect the company her father worked so hard to build, and the only way she could do that was by marrying Zhou Yi. He remembers her sadness when she expressed that they were getting married for business and not for love.

“Did Hana ever mention anything about starting negotiations with a Japanese company in charge of stocks and finances of investors?” he asked, disrupting everyone from their thoughts. Hana mentioned wanting to free the woman of her relationship and made the move to directly make negotiations with the fiance’s company. While he advised her against it, he didn’t think she’d actually do it.

“Yeah. Hana met with her the morning after the gala and they solidified negotiations and shares that afternoon.” Seokjin replied, slightly confused at the question. 

“Call the heiress now and ask her if she called off the engagement with Zhou Yi” he muttered, the rest almost not catching it, but eyes wide to find out the heiress was engaged to The Zhou Yi. Bangtan and the Taiwanese mafia had a truce, in more ways than one, legal and illegal. Zhou Yi acting against Bangtan meant that the truce was no longer being honored. Seokjin stepped out to make that call quickly and Hoseok began to look up whether or not Zhou Yi exited the country. Namjoon jumped onto the phone to update their parents and the elders, hopefully they would be able to get a hold of Zhou Fan. 

“No exit ticket. He’s still here” Hoseok informed, and Seokjin’s face when he walked back into the room confirmed that Zhou Yi was definitely no longer engaged. Before Namjoon could update them on the conversation he had, Hana’s phone started to ring. Quickly, Namjoon answered without uttering a response. 

“I must say, she’s pretty feisty for a girl with a pretty face” the voice rang on loudspeaker.

“What are your demands,” Namjoon replied.

“My demands?” the chuckle infuriated Jungkook, but Hana’s voice chilled all of them to their core. “Stop! Get away from me!” She was crying and in pain. He moved towards the phone to answer it, but Taehyung and Jimin held on to both of his shoulders. “It’s simple really. This bitch resigns and one of you fix the mess she’s made.”

“She didn’t make a mess, she negotiated a deal. That has nothing to do with you” Seokjin spat, his anger rising at the thought of Hana being tortured. Again, her scream rang through the phone. Jungkook felt the room spin at her voice and the vomit tried to crawl up his throat.

“I don’t think you’re all very good at listening, so listen closely. You have one hour to fix her mess and I’ll spare her. Once you’ve fixed it, I’ll tell you where to go” they heard her groan in discomfort, followed by a hard slap. “The longer you take, the more she takes”

“You do know your actions have consequences, right?” Namjoon asked, bringing the phone closer to his mouth, forcing himself to keep a leveled voice. Jungkook’s eyes wide as saucers, a desperate and silent plea for anything to have his wife back.

“Not as bad as what will happen if you don’t meet my demands.” The phone call ended immediately after his last words and a hot wave washed over Jungkook as he tried to brush off the two holding him, but they gripped on tighter.

“Let go of me” he gritted through his teeth, shoulders tense. “We have to do something”

“You’re not thinking clearly Jungkook. We need to have a plan” Taehyung reasoned frankly. He kept his voice leveled and void of any emotions. “We need to discuss our options and we can’t withdraw the negotiation as easy as you think. Especially considering why Hana did this”

“Get out of my way before I make you!” he shrugged off both hands on his shoulder, struggling to get past the two of them. “I said let me go!” he hissed, fighting off the two but not wanting to hurt them. 

“Jungkook stop-” Jimin was cut off by a swift and firm push as Jungkook rushed his way to the door. Thankfully, Yoongi restrained him by twisting his arm behind his back and bringing him to his knees.

“Stop struggling or I’ll really dislocate it” he threatened, his voice cold as ever. He didn’t actually mean it, but was prepared to do so if it became necessary. He held firmly as Jungkook’s struggles became feeble to where he no longer struggled, but sobbed in frustration over his kidnapped wife. 

“Please! We have to do something! She’s- They’re- Hyung please!” he sobbed, no longer fighting his way out of Yoongi’s hold, who at this point was no longer restraining him. Jimin knelt beside him and pulled him into his arms, letting the youngest of the seven cry. 

“It’s okay Jungkook. It’s okay. We’re gonna save her. Everything is going to be fine” Jimin soothed the younger one in his arms, looking to the others with the same desperate look in his own eyes. There was no denying that Hana didn’t sound like she was in good health or safe for that matter. They all wanted to move and do something right away, but they knew there was a bigger picture here. Acting irrationally or emotionally could cause more problems than good. Namjoon’s phone rang and without a moment more, Seokjin and Namjoon excused themselves to another room. Taehyung comforted Jungkook with Jimin, while Hoseok and Yoongi discussed potential plans of actions depending on what the elders communicated to the other two.

“I’ve got an address,” Namjoon announced, walking back into the room, both of them displeased. “We get Hana back, nothing else”

They pulled to a screeching halt as they arrived at the warehouse, everyone rushing out of the black escalade towards the entrance. They all loaded their weapons, Seokjin strapping a first aid pack to his back, and Yoongi took the front, everyone else falling into their tactical positions. Kicking down the door, they entered cautiously, guns aimed and ready to fire at the first threat. The warehouse was dark inside, but the windows at the top of the building let whatever remaining light of day creeped in to illuminate it. The sun was beginning to set, so they knew that the warehouse would darken quickly. 

“Welcome gentleman!” they tensed at the voice that came from the far end of the open space of the warehouse. Zhou Yi stepped into the light more clearly, accompanied by another man. 

“Where’s Hana!?” Taehyung growled, cocking his gun in preparation.

“She’s here, rest assured” Zhou Yi picked his nails, not giving them any attention, but the boys knew this was a part of his plan to get them riled up. As if they weren’t already. He snapped his fingers, the boys watched Hana be dragged out from the shadows and thrown at Zhou Yi’s feet. Jungkook summoned everything within him to not run to her. His stomach churned at the sight of her, body bruised, clothing ripped and stained with blood. 

“You got what you wanted, what’s the delay?” Taehyung snarled, faltering as Hana began to move, clearly struggling. Zhou Yi smirked at his reaction, nodding to his associate to pick her up and strap her to the chair. She weakly struggled as they restrained her, incoherent protests leaving her mouth jumbled and mumbled. 

“Yes, thank you for that, however there’s a slight problem” he smirked, letting his men finish restraining Hana. “While you may have pulled the deal with that whore, I still have the issue of not having a fiance and a company” she flinched at his touch as he petted and smoothed her tousled hair.

“Touch her again and you’ll regret it” snarled Jungkook, losing the will to restrain himself and save his wife. Zhou Yi let out a boisterous laugh and wiped a few tears that came to his eyes, thinking that was the funniest thing he heard all day, but no one else laughed. 

“You know Jungkook, I can take care of her far better than you can” he sighed, kissing her head causing her to tremble. A man with a syringe came out and prepped Hana’s forearm, even as she whimpered and protested, knowing what was coming. “I know darling, you hate this part, but our Jungkookie is making me upset” He kissed her cheek as she cried out when the liquid of the syringe was drained into her body, igniting a fire in her veins. “Shhh. It’s okay darling,” he soothes as she writhed in pain, “you know I don’t mean it right?”

“We did what you asked! Fill out your end!” Seokjin’s voice trembled in anger, not being able to see his baby cousin in so much pain. 

“I asked you to fix the problem. That includes the business deal and getting my fiance back to me” he sneered. “While you ended the deal, I received a court order from my fiance regarding me being charged with battering and abuse. Something in which hasn’t been dropped.” His associates removed her restraints and Hana slumped out of her chair, curling into a ball on the floor and softly crying in pain.

“JK?” she whimpered, clawing at her arms and trying to hold herself together as if she was falling apart. They watched helplessly as she trembled and then emptied the contents of her stomach. Jungkook’s body jolted forward, but he was held back by Jimin and the cocking of the gun. The man that first accompanied him, pointed a gun towards Hana’s shaking body on the floor. “JK help me...” she whimpered but Jungkook couldn’t go to her, in fear that they’d pull the trigger.

Jungkook felt the beads of sweat roll down his neck and temples, Jimin’s firm hand on his wrist rooting him in place. His eyes were only on his beloved on the floor who trembled in pain and gasped softly for air in between her sobs of pain. Zhou Yi knelt down, petting Hana’s hair again, wiping tears away as if he cared. He paused for a moment, looking at her with loving eyes, then gripped Hana by the back of the head, dragging her to weakly stand on her feet, a yelp emitting from her mouth. “So beautiful,” he whispered, stroking her cheek.

“If we get the charges dropped against you, you’ll let her go right?” Namjoon asked through clenched teeth.

“If you do that, I’ll let you all go and live to see another day.” he grinned. Namjoon nodded his head towards Seokjin, who nodded once, and turned around to make the call. A few tense and silent moments later, Zhou Yi received notification from his lawyer that the charges had indeed been dropped.

“I gotta say Jeon. I’m a little jealous. She was a great fuck but I hate sloppy seconds” he smirked, throwing her forward.

“Hana!” Jimin let go of Jungkook as he dove to cushion Hana’s fall, which he barely accomplished. Had she not been there he would’ve punched him in the face and shot him, but he couldn’t focus on that anger now. “Shhh. Baby it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m right here” he held her tight to his body, afraid that if he let go she would fall apart. 

“Jungkook...” was all that left her mouth, as she felt a gentle hand lift her eyelid before letting go and drifting into darkness. They wanted to properly deal with him, but they knew Hana came first. Seokjin immediately opened the first aid pack that had been strapped to her back, pulling out a blanket to drape around her body.

“Now leave. I am a man of my word” Zhou Yi spat, turning around and walking back into the darkness.

“Jimin, get us to the Apgujeong safe house. Taehyung, arrange for the medic to meet us there. Yoongi, search the car for trackers or explosives” commanded Namjoon as Seokjin updated the elders on the phone. They all piled into the black escalade, rushing to the safe house, letting their guards down for a moment. Jungkook held Hana, whispering comforting words into her ear and holding her closely. 

The medical team showed up right after they arrived at the safe house and began giving Hana medical attention. Up until that point, she had been in and out of consciousness. Her lapses were no more than 2 to 5 minutes at a time, but they gave her something to counteract the drugs flowing through her. Jungkook was told that it would ease the symptoms, but whether or not she would go through withdrawal was purely dependent on the dosage and type of drug they had given her. She didn’t regain consciousness until two hours later, slowly fluttering her eyes open and Jungkook calling for the doctor. She looked panicked and confused, immediately trying to rip out her IV and get out of bed.

“Hana! Baby it’s okay! It’s okay! You’re okay!” he cooed, holding her face in his hands, looking her in the eyes as she took in her surroundings. “Breathe baby, it’s okay. Just breathe” he encouraged her, nodding with her as she nodded back acknowledging that he was real and in front of her. That’s when the tears spilled over and she lunged forwards into his arms, holding him tightly. The medical team moved about and updated her charts and IV, giving them a moment. He soothed her as best as he could and she eventually calmed down enough, now sitting in his lap rather than the bed. However, she needed medical attention and the doctor had to pursue despite the emotional state she was in.

“Mrs. Jeon, I’m sorry to bring this up, but there is an important matter to discuss” Hana felt Jungkook tense behind her, knowing what this was about. “If I may, Mrs. Jeon, ask you some personal questions about what happened today?” Hana nodded, grasping Jungkook’s hand in hers as he squeezed her hand back in assurance, still seated in his lap. “Were you sexually assaulted at any point in time by your kidnapper?”

“I-I don’t know. Everything was so hazy and I blacked out a lot.” she confessed, flashes of what she could remember infiltrating her thoughts. Jungkook kissed her temple, desperate to offer her even more comfort. The doctor scribbled notes down onto this clipboard and sighed heavily.

“Mrs. Jeon, with your permission, we would like to conduct a sexual assault exam to confirm what had transpired today. I would give you the space, but time is of the essence with this test” Hana nodded softly, scared of what the result would be. “I have a nurse who will swab you, while Mr. Jeon and I step out of the room to give you privacy.” As the doctor headed for the door, Jungkook moved to give Hana privacy, but Hana wouldn’t let go.

“Can he stay?” she asked in a quiet voice, eyes pleading to the doctor. The doctor smiled softly at her and nodded, leaving the room to fetch the nurse. He could already tell by the frightened and anxious look in her eyes that she needed him to stay, and who was he to deny her request. He held her tightly to his chest and she snuggled closer to him, afraid, ashamed and worried.

The nurse knocked softly and came in a moment later with a tray adorned with testing containers, swabs, napkins and cotton balls. Jungkook helped Hana back onto the bed covering her with the blanket. “Just focus on me okay? I’m right here” he whispered into her ear and kissed her temple. “Ready?” she nodded, hiding her face in his neck as he relayed the message to the nurse, signaling that she could start the process. She flinched and whimpered occasionally, but what felt like forever was only 10 minutes of the nurse poking, prodding and swabbing her nether regions. When the nurse covered up her legs again and stated that she would need a urine and blood test in 10 days. She gave her a small smile in appreciation, Jungkook vocalizing it for her as the nurse left the room. He slid into bed next to her, careful of the medication line connected to her wrist, cradling her in his arms as she cried again into his chest. Namjoon knocked on the door asking to speak to Jungkook for a moment. “I’ll be quick. I promise” he whispered, kissing her forehead, his warmth immediately missed.

As the door shut, Hana found herself alone and awake for the first time that day. Her body ached and her muscles screamed in agony if she moved a certain way, but she didn’t want to worry anyone. Hana left the office around 1 o’clock that day wanting to go grocery shopping before Jungkook came home for dinner. She was planning a special little date night between the two of them at home and asked her driver to take her to the grocery store. After running her errands, she returned home around 3 and was ambushed. While she put up a good fight, she didn’t have a chance to grab one of the many hidden firearms in the house, resorting to stabbing the thigh of one of the men to give herself room to move. She felt the exhaustion creeping up, not able to keep up with them, so she quickly ripped off her ring and placed it on the dresser, tossing her phone on record under the dresser. She knew she couldn’t keep fighting, but the least she could do is leave a hint for the others. From there, it was a blur. The feeling of her hands restrained and sharp pinches in her arms, the smell of his cologne making her want to vomit. She buried her face in her knees as she began to rock, wishing it would go away.

“Hey, baby it’s okay” Jungkook’s soft voice broke her out of her nightmare as he scooped her into his arms, rocking her back and forth to soothe her. She whimpered apologies into his chest and cried harder when he held the back of her head. “I know, it’s okay. I love you, it’s going to be okay” he cooed to her, kissing her and holding her close. Jungkook really hoped that the tests came back negative, but based on the bruises he saw on her body when they had cleaned and changed her, he had to be ready to accept that fact. He saw the cuts and the welts and the red marks that littered her body. “Say, why don’t we take a bath together?” Hana nodded her head, still hiding in his chest, but happy that she was willing to get cleaned up. He would take care of her the way she did when he came home that one night, injured and tired. He would care for her the same way she cared for him. He would kiss every bruise, cut and marking on her body. He would hold her in the warmth of the water to remind her that he loved her. That would be enough intimacy, but he hoped that maybe doing this would help her feel better and help him forgive himself for what he let happen to her.

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[gaemkyuu]

Until it’s you

Mafia!AU Jungkook x Original Character Established relationship! Summary: Jungkook swore that he would never hurt Hana, but after becoming obsessed with a threat made towards her, he ends up hurting her more than he ever wished to. He hopes she can forgive him.

Warnings: Unintentional cheating, angst, fighting, happy ending, Taehyung being a great cousin

A/N: Part two of a 5 part mini-series, in which each section focuses on a particular season in their lives. Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece! In no way do I claim characters in this piece act this way in real life.

One thing Jungkook admired about his wife was her strength. As kids, she would always fight to be treated equal to the boys being the only girl in the family. She fought hard to combat male stereotypes within Bangtan, showing that she could live up to her expected role and more. Hana was obedient to her fathers wishes, but had his fire so she pushed limits wherever she could. 

Since their parents were the head leaders in Bangtan, and their grandparents the elders of Bangtan, it was natural for all of them to grow up with one another. They attended the same schools, the same events and celebrated holidays together. Growing up in the mafia created a bond so deep that it surpassed any blood related bond. It was how Bangtan flourished and became the leading mafia in all of South Korea. Generations upon generations have come to help one another and build these bonds to fortify their organization. They were all each other had.

Jungkook remembered the time he overheard her father scolding her and Jonghyun because they were late to the annual fiscal year gala, the most important event of the year. They had been late because Hana wanted to go an extra round of sparring with her brother and they had lost track of time. Of course her parents didn’t know that they had been sneaking off to teach her self defense and how to fight, that wasn’t proper for women in Bangtan. They were meant to be intelligent and beautiful flowers that stood behind their husbands, something the kids would roll their eyes to, something Hana fought for every day. Jonghyun defended his sister by covering up for her in front of their father, but he didn’t believe them for a second. Her father yelled at her brother and she protested, while her brother remained silent in the face of their father. Jungkook remembers hearing the slap from the other side of the door and the silence that followed after. Her father left shortly after that, mumbling that she needed to know her place, and Jonghyun followed after his father, criticizing his actions. He remembers quietly entering and wrapping his arms around her, letting her cry into his shoulder. After 10 minutes, she straightened up and freshened up in the mirror, covering up her red cheek with makeup and he escorted her to their family’s table.

That’s when he knew he felt more for her than just friendship. The others would often call him out after going home from group studying or hangout, and he would often get a dreamy look on his face and stare at her. Taehyung and Jimin poked fun at him until one day he was so frustrated he accepted their dare of asking her out. However, every time he tried, they were interrupted either intentionally or accidentally. At one of their monthly gatherings, he watched as her father introduced him to another boy and felt his stomach churn as the youngman kissed the back of her hand in greeting. That night, he crashed into her room after sneaking out and confessed that he loved her. That night he promised never to hurt her as long as she loved him back and promised that he would do everything he could to bring her happiness. Looking into those eyes that night, she too confessed her feelings, even though a part of her thought she was still dreaming. He kissed her then, before her brother broke into her room and chased him out, but not without flashing her a coy smile and a promise to the start of their forever. 

But how was it, that he found himself in this mess, hearing the heartbreak in his beloved’s voice as the woman who kissed him, pulled away. 

“Hana?” 

He’ll never forget seeing the sadness in her eyes that night, as it was the same sad eyes she had when her brother passed. However, Hana’s strength and stubbornness refused to let her tears spill over as she stood there in the doorway, while he stood in this office with another woman draped over his chest.

“I can explain everything” he protested and pushed the woman off of him and grabbed her wrist. “This isn’t what it looks like”

Not a single word left her mouth and her face was blank and cold. She pulled her hand free and walked away, strutting down the hallway to disappear in the crowd on the main floor. He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. He knew that there was no point chasing after her. It would attract unwanted attention and make her feel worse, so he opted to leave it. 

“How rude of her to interrupt” the woman sighed, clearly annoyed. “Shall we get back to where we left off?” Wrapping her arms around him, she began to kiss his neck. He shrugged her off and sighed, annoyed with her. She was persistent still and moved her hands to his belt buckle, immediately earning her a stern glare. He could see the color drain from her face as she was painfully aware of the situation presented in front of her. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her in closer to get his message across.

“You crossed the line and I think you should leave” he spat, venom lacing his word and she scurried out of the room. She was quickly replaced with a panting and anxious looking Taehyung. “Mind explaining why Hana just left crying?” Jungkook scoffed and agitatedly ruffled his hair, hating the situation he had got himself into.

A little over a month ago, there was a security breach at the Kim's Corporation and the lackey that threatened Hana at the gym. While they thought that had been settled, the investors in Taiwan had no knowledge of who these people were, seeing as they had no problem with the original agreement Hana had drafted. This meant that there was someone working behind the scenes and that this might not be a random threat. He became overbearing and very cautious about where they were spending their time, something Hana found annoying as she didn’t appreciate the extra security that had to escort her around. He had told her about the situation and was happy that she went with his newly implemented security, but she still thought it was too much at times. He even went as far to have her meals supervised so that they weren’t poisoned. 

“That Lead we had? Yeah, she jumped me and Hana walked in when she kissed me.” Taehyung’s eyes were the size of saucers hearing Jungkook’s confession. It made a lot more sense why his cousin acted the way she did. “Do you know where she went?” Taehyung sighed and shook his head. Taehyung reached his hand out to his best friend who was seated at the foot of the bed, offering him to stand up as his work wasn’t done.

“Not home, that’s for sure. Probably one of the safe houses?” He helped up Jungkook and ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll figure out the leads for tonight.” he patted him on the shoulder. “You need to go find her before Jinnie and Joonie get word you fucked up.” 

Jungkook scoffed the thanked the man by patting him on the shoulder as well. He cracked his neck, knowing fully that it wouldn’t ease the tension he acquired from the situation. “Are you cool to get a driver to bring you home tonight?” he asked, straightening himself in the mirror, poking his cheek with his tongue, a habit he had.

“If I say no?” Taehyung cocked an eyebrow playfully at him. “Of course it’s fine. Now, if you excuse me, I need to make a few calls in private if we want to pick up on the lead again” explained Taehyung, pushing his friend out the office door. Jungkook complied with his friend’s actions and straightened his jacket. “Hey! You might need this,” Taehyung called out, tossing him a thin rectangular box.

“Thanks. I owe you one” he smirked, knowing exactly what it was.

“Oop. You owe me a favor? I’m going to enjoy holding this over your head” Taehyung chuckled, while Jungkook rolled his eyes and bid him farewell. Descending the staircase, he swiftly made it to the valet who drove up his Benz immediately. Quickly making his way out of the mansion’s proximity, he drove quickly in the pitch dark night into the heart of Seoul where the luxury apartments were. There was no doubt in his mind which safehouse she went to. 

His drive was quicker than what it should’ve taken, as he didn’t want to waste anymore time in between what she saw and the truth. While Hana was self-assured, something he loved, he knew that sometimes she struggled with jumping to conclusions, especially when she was emotional. Pulling up to the guards at the gate, he shook off the worry and made sure he kept a stone face. He needed to make sure that no one saw him sweat and that he maintained his position and power in front of his subordinates. 

“Good evening sir, may I have a photo ID?” the younger man politely asked him. Jungkook offered him a side glance with an annoyed sigh, he didn’t have time for this. Quickly noticing the hesitation, an older and higher positioned guard made his way over, palling at the one seated in the driver’s seat. “I apologize Mr. Jeon, it is his first day on the job” he bowed deeply as Jungkook nodded back at him. “We will do better to train our new employees” he apologized, motioning for him to move through. As he pulled up to the lobby, he could already see the valet and door man awaiting him, no doubt that they had gotten a message from the gates to not screw up further. He tossed his keys to the valet, who bowed in respect as the doorman greeted him.

“Please ensure that we are not disturbed by anyone” he directed to the doorman who bowed, acknowledging his request. Moving to the elevator, he sighed in annoyance as it made its way down slowly, which in reality was probably not the case and more of his impatience to get upstairs. Punching in the code and tapping his keycard into the censor, he tapped his foot anxiously as the elevator closed its doors and made its way up to the penthouse suite.

Safehouses weren’t a foreign concept in their association, in fact, it was only natural. A family with such a high profile and high involvements in the mafia needed a place of restoration, a safe haven of sorts. However, only certain individuals knew of where the safehouses truly were. They had multiple decoys that had paper trails, but the true ones had little records. The guards only recognized him because they worked for the Jeons. The safehouses were always big in size, in the event that multiple members of Bangtan had to hide and they could accommodate more than one family per location. However, the occasion to use them hadn’t presented itself yet and the younger generations made it more as a private hangout area, where they would escape their parents and the scrutiny and pressures of Bangtan. 

Upon his entry, he could see her discarded heels at the entryway of the penthouse and could already hear loud bass coming from the fitness room in the suite. He remembered finding her here the day that the elders of Bangtan expressed their doubts about her abilities to take on her father’s role after he brother’s passing, working out and blowing off steam. She was the type to go out and work out when she was angry with the music blasting in her ears, something he often warned her about and lectured her about premature hearing loss. This was her coping mechanism, working out and blowing off steam. 

He took off his suit jacket and slung it over the couch, moving to the fitness room whose walls were made of glass and mirrors, watching his wife run at high speeds on the treadmill. When he entered, she paid him no mind, pretending like he didn’t exist as she kept running. He called out to her to get her attention, but the music was too loud. He became increasingly annoyed as he called out to her and she ignored him, finally becoming fed up and marching straight towards her.

“Hana, we need to talk!” he yelled over the music, thinking she was going to stop as she slowed down on the treadmill. He was right beside her at this point, abandoning his position by the door. However, he was quickly mistaken as she brushed past him and moved to the machine shoulder press, setting her weights and pretending like he wasn’t there. “Hana, please!” he groaned, resting his hands on his hips standing in front of her while she did her sets. Again, she ignored him and continued on, causing him to grunt in frustration and turn off the music. “Enough, Hana. We need to talk,” but she maintained her silent treatment and Jungkook was a little exasperated with her actions, pushing past him to her water bottle and towel. “Hey! I’m serious!” 

Hana walked out of the fitness room and over to the kitchen to refill her water bottle and he followed her. Wherever he moved, she moved in the opposite direction, avoiding all communication and eye contact with him. He could feel his blood start to boil as he hated being ignored. He knew this was Hana’s way of getting back at him, by ignoring him and pretending he didn’t exist. He grabbed her wrist and forced her to look at him. “Would you just stop!?” 

He immediately regretted letting his anger get to the best of him. While Hana knew what she was doing, she didn’t expect him to react so physically. He saw the flash of fear in her eyes and the tears that lined them, threatening to fall with each passing second. She avoided eye contact and sniffled as the first tear fell, looking away out of pride. He loosened his grip on her wrist, afraid to let go but wanting her to know he meant no harm. “Hana, please. Just listen to me”

Finally letting go, she moved to the kitchen island, sitting on a stool and pulling a box of kleenex closer to her. He took this as an opportunity to sit beside her, but she motioned to the seat one stool away from her, emphasizing empty in between them. She was as quiet as a mouse and somehow that broke his heart further as he watched silently as more tears spilled over. “Baby, look at me” he reached his hand across the stool, hoping she would take his hand, which she did, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

“Hana, it’s not what it looked like,” he pleaded, trying to sincerely look her in the eyes. The most she would look at him was at his wrist and forearm as she traced his tattoos with her eyes, but hey, Jungkook would take all he could get. “That woman was a linked to the threat last month”

This was enough to capture her attention as she seriously looked Jungkook in the eyes. “We don’t know who or why yet, but we were able to identify her as a lead” he sighed, squeezing her hand, a habit he had when he was anxious. “I wanted to find out more about what was going on, so I’ve been investigating these past few weeks.” He looked at her pensive face, digesting his words.

“That woman was a lead, but I don’t know why she kissed me” he sighed in frustration, not enjoying what the woman did to him. “I love you and I would never do anything to hurt you. Not intentionally because I know I did that tonight” She was quiet and he could tell that she was trying not to cave in and forgive him so quickly, as he knew she would. He could tell that she believed him but he also knew her frustration about all of it.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to be there working?” she whispered. “If you had just told me from the start, I wouldn’t have...” she bit her lip, quietly admitting that she honestly thought Jungkook was cheating on her this evening. They had extreme trust for one another, but that didn’t stop them from having terrifying thoughts or the occasional doubt.

“I honestly didn’t anticipate that’s where I would end up tonight. We had no intention to go to the auction, our leads just led us there.” Jungkook was sincere in his words, regretting that he didn’t send her a quick text, but in his defense, he completely forgot that she was going to this auction. “Come here” he mumbled, pulling her away from the stool and into his arms. She didn’t resist this movement, knowing that she couldn’t hold up the angry act anymore. 

“I’m sorry. I should’ve sent you a message. I completely forgot you were going to the auction tonight” he sighed, annoyed with himself for putting her through this. Hana buried her face into his neck, a sign that she wasn’t as mad as she was before. “Saying sorry isn’t enough, but I really hope you do trust me when I say it was nothing” he whispered, holding her close, a firm hand on the back of her head and her back. 

“I believe you but it doesn’t mean that it fixes everything” she sighed, kissing his neck, a sign of forgiveness. “It still hurts and I don’t think I can just easily forget about it,” he nodded, kissing her temple in acknowledgement. He completely understood where she was coming from. She pulled back from snuggling his shoulder, but rested her forearms on his shoulders, looking him deep in the eyes. He hoped that she saw how regretful and torn he was about the way he made her feel tonight, but panicked when he saw tears line her eyes again.

“I really wanted to hate you and leave you for making me feel that way,” she bit her lip at the memory, hesitant to go on. However, the gentle squeeze he gave her assured her that he wanted her to speak. “But I couldn’t. I knew that if you came crashing through that door, that I would forgive you no matter what you said” she wiped the few tears that made it back to her eyes. Before she could wipe more away, he wiped them away for her, kissing her cheeks. “Don’t do that again okay?” She hit him gently and he held her hand to his chest. He held out his pinky, a playful thing that held a deeper meaning.

“I would never ever try or want to hurt you” he promised, clutching her pinky tight in his. “I promise to always come after you and to do whatever I need to do to continue to call you my wife” he kissed her lips, gently letting go of her pinky as it ended. “You’re allowed to stay mad at me. I don’t want to guilt you into feeling a certain way” he was sincere as he searched her eyes for some kind of resentment she might’ve had.

“I couldn’t be mad at you if I tried. I was really hurt.” She sighed, pecking him on the lips but unfortunately it didn’t dissipate the look of concern in his eyes. Sighing, she grabbed his face in her hands, touching their nose together, looking him in the eye. “I love you. Always have, always will. It’s gonna be okay” 

He kissed her back, grateful for her words and they hugged each other again. They stayed like this for a moment or two, letting the silence and their physical touch bring them comfort. They were quite the cuddly couple, physical touch being a large part of each other’s love languages. Jonghyun would often tease that if they didn’t hold hands one of them would implode and die. 

“I got you something” he smiled softly, brushing a stray hair out of her face and interrupting their silence.

“You got me something, or Taehyung found something for you knowing I’d like it?” she smirked, watching the look on his face falter for a second, giggling at the confirmation of her speculation. He rolled his eyes and pushed her off his lap playfully, walking to his suit jacket draped over the couch. She followed him and sat down, patting the spot next to her wanting him to cuddle with her. He placed the rectangular box on her lap and she opened it, gasping at the beautiful tennis bracelet inside. Hana never liked to wear anything flashy or be the center of attention and while this bracelet glimmered in the light, it wasn’t a statement piece. It was a thin and white gold tennis bracelet with a tiny diamond pendant in the center. He had seen it as they were working the floor, making a mental note to buy it for her, prior to the fiasco, but he was grateful that Taehyung had noticed and did it for him. “I love it. I’ll be sure to thank him the next time I see him”

Jungkook grimaced at her light jab, knowing full well that she would be bringing this up for the next little while. However, the sparkle in her eyes returned and that was enough for him. He hoped that every day he could continue to come back to the bright light in his life, reminding him that humanity still existed within him. While Hana was very good at putting her emotions aside, she never lost that sparkle he cherished so much. Tonight, he saw that sparkle fade as a result of the events that transpired and it pained him to know that he was the direct cause to it. He kissed her as she settled into his side, placing the bracelet onto her wrist. They sat in a comfortable silence looking out the big window at the beautiful cityscape displayed in front of them, but their silence was disrupted by a vibration in his pocket. Jungkook had two unread messages, opening the first one from Taehyung.

V: You good? Haven’t heard from you

Hana peeked at the text message and smiled, taking it from his hand and sending him a reply back through his phone.

To: V we are having hot nasty sex right now

V: Ew. No you’re not and no thank you for the visual Hana’

They both laughed at the reaction, but Hana quickly excused herself from the couch to take a shower since she was still stinky from working out, even though Jungkook insisted she wasn’t. He opened the second text message from Namjoon.

RM: Tae told us. Jinnie is furious. You owe me a favor now too. Found a new lead and I’m stopping Jinnie from ripping your face off.

He continued to text back and forth with him, letting him know that they were in fact okay now. He texted Taehyung, updating himself on the current situation and making mental notes for tomorrow. The woman was a decoy, but they were able to find connections to a big investor linked to the Taiwan mafia. While he was relieved that their efforts were fruitful this evening, he was still annoyed with the entire situation. It meant that someone knew a bit too much and expected this to happen. He made a mental note to talk to Hana about the people she interacted with that evening to see if he could make any connections. He knew he couldn’t focus on this any longer that night, so he placed his phone on the coffee table after signing off to them over text. If anyone needed him they’d call the emergency line at the safehouse. He needed to focus on Hana tonight. Jungkook followed the sounds of the shower running and Hana’s humming, unbuttoning his shirt as he moved. He snuck in quietly, thinking he too could use a shower. He would worry about making it up to Namjoon and Taehyung tomorrow, also acknowledging that Seokjin would indeed be scolding him tomorrow too.

‘Guess there’s no need to hold back. Jinnie’s gonna yell at me regardless’ he smirked, unbuttoning his pants and stepping into the shower behind her.

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BTS Fandom Masterlist

Mafia!AU Jungkook x OC Bring Me Back: Jungkook had a rough night and Hana is the only one who can ground him again. (Warning! Smut)

Until it’s you: Jungkook messed up and he hopes that Hana forgives him

Saving One: The threat was real and now it’s a race against the clock to save Hana. (Warning! Rape)

Remind Me: Tension arises between the couple as miscommunications lead to misunderstandings. How long until the kettle boils over? (Warning! PURE FILTHY SMUT)

Ready? Ready.: Hana and Jungkook are ready to move on to the next chapter of their life, but what happens if Jungkook’s employment gets in the way? (Warning!Childbirth)

Vampire!AU OT7 x OC (Series) Love you to the moon and back. Everything about Mylah was different. Whether that was good or bad, depended on who you’d ask. She could only count on herself now that the people she trusted were gone, but a Coven of seven handsome Vampires are about to show Mylah that what she once thought wasn’t always true.

A/B/O!AU OT7 x OC (Series) Ours The world is out of balance with lucrative and illegal acts surrounding the kidnapping and distributing of Omegas. Kim Namjoon and his pack live a simple life on the outskirts of the city, but a trip to the grocery store brings a new addition to their pack and a whole lot of mess too.

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Bring Me Back

Mafia!AU Jungkook x Original Character Established relationship! Summary: Hana was born into Bangtan and met the love of her life through it. However, it isn’t always sunshine and rainbows and sometimes it’s up to Hana to wind Jungkook down after stressful nights.

Warnings: Small Smut section, slight misogynistic villain, biref violence, mentions of death/dead character. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! THERE IS SMUT.

A/N: Part one of a 5 part mini-series, in which each section focuses on a particular season in their lives. Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece! In no way do I claim characters in this piece act this way in real life.

‘Ding! Ding! Ding!’

‘I guess it’s better here than taking it out on someone who messed up’ she sighed watching her husband move to the corner of the ring to grab a drink of water. He joyfully bumped fists with his opponent, grateful for the sparring session, and moved back to get his gloves off. This boxing and fitness gym was exclusive and members only. Not anyone could be a member as they needed a special connection to get in. On the outside it looked like an exclusive place to be, but no one needed to know more about this place other than that. She was sure he hadn’t seen her yet, otherwise he would’ve dropped everything to approach her on the bench, but that was a testament of his focus and work ethic. They had made a fuss when she entered, asking her if they could get her anything, offering her a space in a nice smelling office, insisting that she shouldn’t have to mingle on the floor with the sweat and body odor. 

She never got used to the attention she always garnered whenever she was out and about. It actually got worse for a period of time after getting married, her husband dearest insisting there be a bodyguard for safety reasons all the time. These people simply didn’t want to make her husband or any of his friends upset and the best way to avoid this was to make sure she got what she wanted, when she wanted. She was after all a Kim, one of the most influential and wealthy families in South Korea, who’s wealth and success were attributed to the most powerful Mafia, Bangtan. Her father ran the top financial branch in the country, all the while handling deals within the mafia. Her parents kept her out of the harsher side, leaving that to her brother, and she was tasked with other duties. She was to be the pretty and intelligent face of the family, learning at an early age how to be graceful and poised, but driven and knowledgeable on global and economic affairs. Her way of contributing to her family was presenting herself as a proud Kim at gatherings. She was always meant to help her father and one day her brother Jonghyun when he took over the company. That was until Jonghyung suddenly passed away, leaving her as the only heir in her family and the responsibility of her brother falling on her shoulders.

Losing his only son broke her father and caused him to retire from his company early, but Hana did not shy away. She took the transition in stride and relied heavily on her cousins Seokjin, Namjoon and Taehyung. Her uncle and their father helped run the company as well as making sure that Bangtan remained in power. However, when Jonghyun had passed, Seokjin had just begun taking over for his father who had retired to take care of his ill mother. Naturally, Namjoon gained more responsibility and Taehyung found more on his to-do list than normal. However, they always made time for her and ran the company as a team, rather than the traditional method of their fathers. They split the work equally between them, but gave Hana the final say in the decision making, something she never abused as she valued their input. Hana was the head of the company as her father was and the Kim brother’s were the three musketeers supporting her every decision and endeavor.

What did change after her brother’s passing was her involvement in Bangtan. That was a firm decision from her father and something they all respected. She was only to handle the company and its responsibilities. She would have no involvement with Bangtan any further than that. Her family would still come to the events, but she would assume her role of the graceful and poised princess at the head of a financial empire. It never affected the dynamics of their relationships between each other, but they knew it bothered Hana that the women were treated differently from the men in Bangtan. She was as stubborn as her father, wanting to do whatever she could and never backing down in the face of adversity. She heard her phone ring in her purse and her watch vibrated to indicate the incoming call. 

“What, building’s on fire? I left 30 minutes ago” she laughed into the receiver, smirking at the scoff she got.

“We may be the same age, but I’ll have you know I was born a whole day before you, so you really ought to think about respecting your elders” she shook her head amused at Taehyung’s reply.

“My apologies oh great Kim Taehyung. To what do I owe this pleasantry on this fine afternoon?” she rolled her eyes imagining the grin her praise put on his face.

“I forgot to remind you that the Taiwan investors pushed their meeting up tomorrow. It’s gonna be an early day” she sighed, knowing she wasn’t a morning person but that they were in no position to try to move it, especially for a trivial reason. “Don’t worry Princess, Joonie promised continental breakfast will be served and even offered to pick you up with coffee in hand tomorrow.”

“Ugh, he is my favorite” she smiled at her cousin’s kindness. “Is Jinnie sitting in on the meeting as well?”

“First of all, rude. I thought I was your favorite. Second, no Jinnie is leaving for Australia first thing tomorrow to take care of branch settlement and investors over there” she pouted a bit knowing that the oldest of the trio wouldn’t be sitting in, but the three of them would handle it just fine. “Anyways I gotta go. We’re looking into that security breach from this morning”

“Still?” she frowned. She had been told that it was a minor breach and nothing for them to worry about. It had been the reason why they canceled their meetings this afternoon, so that the boys could investigate, leaving Hana with an empty schedule.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Everything’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow Hana Banana” she scoffed at the mocking tone he placed behind her childhood nickname, hanging up immediately to get her message of displeasure across.

“Hana?” His voice immediately shifted her mood and she smiled at the man approaching her. Jungkook was extremely attractive and she was honestly lucky to call him her husband. “What are you doing here, baby?” He gave her a peck on the lips before plopping down beside her and waving off her body guard.

“I was done early today and thought I’d go home with you.” She wrinkled her nose at the smell of him, brushing his sweaty bangs out of his eyes. She gave him a quick peck on the lips as he leaned down to steal one from her himself. “We cleared the meetings in the afternoon after the guys detected a security breach this morning” he raised his eyebrow at her, using the towel around his neck to wipe off more sweat on his forehead. “Tae said everything’s fine and made no plans to cancel our meetings tomorrow. Nothing happened. It didn’t even get remotely close to me and I was never in any danger” her words didn’t comfort him and she knew he felt personally responsible for her safety.

While the Kim’s were economical moguls in South Korea, the Jeon’s were moguls in the security industry. They sold the highest quality brands of home and building security products, along with having deep ties within the Police and Military force of the country. Jungkook’s older brother served within the Military and was high up in the rankings. That left Jungkook to take care of the business aspect and maintain their connections within the police. Bangtan was powerful due to the families that stood behind it and the Jeon’s were arguably the most important family.

“Hey, stop that.” She flicked his forehead, knowing very well what he was thinking. “Remember, you have things on your plate to deal with. I can’t be filling it all the time” she squeezed his wrapped hand in affirmation that it was really nothing of his concern, but before he could ask her further questions, a ruckus could be heard from the entrance. Everyone in the room stood defensively, ready for what was coming. They both stood up, but Jungkook moved Hana behind him, his arm reaching behind him holding your waist.

Hana watched from over his shoulder, something she had to go onto her toes for and clutched his muscle shirt to reassure him that she wasn’t going anywhere. They watched as a man around their age was dragged in and pushed to the floor, a busted lip and an inevitable black eye. “State your business” a voice boomed in the room and everyone turned their head to the source, seeing Yoongi saunter down the stairs with Hoseok behind him. While this may have been a boxing and fitness gym, they were in their business attire, with their shirts slightly unbuttoned and ties gone. To the outsider, they looked intimidating but Hana knew that look and knew that they meant business.

The Min’s and Park’s ran arguably the largest crime syndicate in the southern part of the country, with dealings and experience in drug trafficking, arms dealing and personal favors. They had cold exteriors to everyone around them, but Hana knew that wasn’t who Yoongi was. He was an intelligent introvert who always proposed thought provoking ideas and theories. He was more involved with actual ground work within Bangtan along with Hoseok and Jimin, so while she didn’t see them on the regular, they always made time as friends to gather once a week to catch up. He was a kind man who’s quiet nature was often mistaken for annoyance or anger, but he was always light -hearted and sarcastic with her. Often teasing her about the little things, Yoongi made her feel welcomed and defended her when someone doubted her capability. 

Hoseok wasn’t a Min or a Park, but had been friends with Namjoon for a long time. He was an orphan that attended the preparatory school they all attended as children and was naturally integrated into their circle of friends. Hoseok found out about Namjoon early on in their friendship, managing to hack into the Kim family’s company at the tender age of 10. Rather than seeing him as an enemy, they saw him as an asset and welcomed him into Bangtan. Since then, Hoseok was incharge of all technical aspects of Bantan. Surveillance, transactions, communications, you name it. He made sure that no information left Bangtan and that any information that was leaked was quickly dealt with.

“I said, SPEAK.” Yoongi boomed, approaching the now stuttering man on the floor. Hoseok caught Hana’s eye, sending her a wink and smile. Somehow his positive facial expressions matched the hostile energy of Yoongi’s grimace and glare. “Think you can waltz in unannounced, insult the people here and walk away without someone batting an eye?” Hana watched as he bent down to be eye level with the man. When the man didn’t answer, Hoseok placed his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder, motioning him to switch places. Hoseok smiled and extended a hand to the man on the floor, seemingly offering his hand to help him up. The man hesitatingly took it and was confused when Hoseok indeed helped him up and dusted off his shoulders. 

“Now, what brings you to this place? A gym membership?” he smiled. 

“A message of warning.” They all listened carefully, slightly tense. “Tell your bitch of a CEO that she should be careful with making any further negotiations or else she’ll regret it”. Hana blinked in confusion at the man, not truly believing that he was speaking to her.

“Now, that wasn’t very nice was it?” Hoseok’s voice sent chills down their spine. His facial expressions didn’t change, but there was something in his voice that felt uneasy. He stuck his hand out motioning for the man to shake it, patiently waiting until the other took it. Big mistake. Hoseok firmly held the man’s hand and squeezed it tightly, causing the man to look at him in shock. “Thank you for visiting our gym” he smiled and shook his hand, the man trying to break free from his grip. 

“However, the next time you want to be rude” 

Crunch. 

“Or threaten one of us” 

Scream.

“You might not make it back to give Youngmin his message”

Snap.

Hana flinched and hid behind Jungkook as the man screamed out in pain. She knew this was a part of what they did on a daily basis, truthfully knowing that they have done much worse, but that never made it easy to watch. She kept quiet, moving to place her hand in Jungkook’s. The man groaned in pain when Hoseok let go of his hand and he fell to the floor on his knees. 

“Now, run along” scoffed Yoongi, watching the other men drag his body out and throw him on the street. The gym didn’t return to its normal swing as people started to clean up and move on. Jungkook sighed and turned around as Hana let go of his shirt. He gave her a look that she knew all too well. His apologetic features tried to hide his anger and concern, but she knew this meant they weren’t going home together.

“Hana Banana!” came a cheerful voice and she turned around to see Yoongi and Hoseok, who was now joined by Jimin, approaching her. Had Jimin been here this entire time? “Aigoo, you get prettier and prettier every time that I see you”

“I’m sorry you’ll be going home with Jimin. Pizza and wings when I get home?” Jungkook apologized, holding her chin in his hand and locking eyes with her. She nodded and gave him a quick peck, hugging him tightly afterwards. As he held her, he took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of her perfume and hair, relishing in the warmth of her body. 

“Promise?” She looked at him with hopeful eyes but he could see the worry in them. He held out his pinky finger in response and she took it gladly with her own. This act was something special to them. A gesture of love that only made sense to them. With another kiss and a quick hug, she watched him walk towards the locker room with Yoongi and Hoseok, speaking in a low voice between the three of them. He turned back to look at her one last time and she gave him a small wave with a smile of reassurance before walking towards Jimin’s car. She didn’t see Jungkook mouth Jimin a ‘thank you’

Jimin drove her back to their penthouse and stayed over a bit, catching up about what was new and mostly Jimin’s dating life. Jimin was what they called the runner and Yoongi was the fist. While Yoongi would take care of the deals that went awry or prevented them from going bad. Jimin would either be following Yoongi around as support or running various errands or meetings to lighten Yoongi’s load.

Jimin wasn’t always the easiest to schedule things out with, given the nature of his role, but he always did his best to make time for her and Taehyung. Jimin often came to Hana for girl advice and she didn’t mind chatting about it. However, like Taehyung, Jimin didn’t really have a TMI filter, so she often knew the intimate details of his time with women. 

“I’m telling you, this one is different, Jimin!” she encouraged, taking a sip from her water bottle. Jimin had taken off his suit jacket, unbuttoned a bit of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves, while she had changed into sweat pants and Jungkook’s t-shirt. They were both curled up on the couch beside each other, the TV show in the background long forgotten. “She isn't in it for the sex or your personality. She’s in it for both! How did you say you met her?”

“She’s a nurse that I met at a coffee shop. Remember the one who’s drink I took by accident? '' his head lolled back, slightly tired of talking about his love life. “I don’t want to scare her off knowing my line of employment” he groaned, scratching his head.

“You’ve been seeing each other for how long, six months?” he nodded his head, still not opening his eyes. “Then she’s in it for the long game! She told you she is looking for something serious and sticking around past six months is serious. Plus, you’re not gonna dump her in a vat of cold water, you got to ease her into it!” he sighed, knowing she had a point and was most likely right. “Plus, when have I been wrong Minnie?”

The doorbell signaled that their pizza and wings had come, and Jimin got off the couch to go get it. Hana couldn’t help but chuckle at the childlike tantrum Jimin was having over this woman, which really meant one thing to her. He really liked her. He really really liked her. He returned to her living room and placed the food on her coffee table, running his hand through his hair again. 

“I just don’t want to mess anything up,” he sighed, standing beside the coffee table. Hana frowned at this and got up to hug him, which he gladly reciprocated. 

“You’re not going to mess anything up Min” she assured him, giving him a tight squeeze. 

“I’ve got to go and help Taehyung, are you good?” she nodded confidently knowing that Jimin wouldn’t leave unless he had to. Jungkook normally came home around 7pm anyways, so she’d only have to wait about 45 minutes until his arrival. He did after all promise her pizza and wings.

Jimin smiled and patted her on the head, a gesture they had with her since they were kids. It usually annoyed her now unless Jungkook did it as it made her feel like a child again. Swatting his hand away, she poked at his ticklish spots and chased him to the door. “I’ll text her tonight, see what she says” he smiled gratefully at her, knowing she was right and thankful that she knocked some sense into him.

After Jimin left, Hana sat on the couch and decided to answer some work emails, which she was sure would fill up the 45 minutes she had to wait. However, she was lost in her work and the enchanting blue light that when she stood up to go to the bathroom, her phone had said 8pm. Realizing her husband wasn’t home at his usual time, she began to worry as he would always text her if he was coming home late. ‘Calm down, he’s fine. You’re just super emotional because you’re hungry’ she reasoned with herself, opening up the takeout and digging in. Jungkook was human and a busy one at that, it wasn’t like this was the first time he forgot to text her.To distract herself, she placed a movie on in the background and started to filter through more reports from work.

She remembers the nights when her mother would force her to go to sleep when her brother and father didn’t come home in time for dinner. They would often enjoy each other’s company, distracting themselves but eventually Hana would be ushered to bed so she could get up for school the next day. She doubted that her mother knew all the nights Hana actually stayed up late, leaning against her bedroom door with a book and flashlight, waiting to hear the front door open. She remembers moving from the door to her bed the night she lost her brother, her butt numb from sitting on the floor waiting. She didn’t remember dozing off, but she vividly remembers waking up to the sound of her mother’s cries.

‘He’s late, not dead. Calm down’ she sighed, trying to stray away from where her thoughts were drifting. To ease her mind, she quickly sent Jungkook a text message letting him know that their food had gone cold and checking in on him. She knew not to expect a message right away, especially if he was busy, but she couldn’t help but feel anxious with every passing minute he didn’t reply. The clock had read 10pm and she couldn’t get rid of the nagging feeling in her stomach. She tried to call her cousins but the line would ring two or three times and then go to voicemail.

To: Jin, RM, V

Everything good? Jimin left around 6ish to help you. I’m assuming the security breach?

V: You’re still up? Remember the important meeting tomorrow? Aigoo~ no one is going to want to talk to you if you look like an angry ogre.

To: Jin, RM, V

Rude! FYI I’m being a good wife and waiting for my husband. Do you know where he is?

She frowned as the minutes went by and Taehyung stopped responding. ‘He probably got caught up again. It’s fine’ she assured herself, squashing the feeling that was rising in her throat. She put her phone facedown and tried to focus on some more reports, but about fifteen minutes later, she found herself waiting for a notification more than what she was watching.

To: Jimin, J-Hope, Suga

Do you guys know where JK is?

This time, she left her phone face up on the coffee table, ready to read whatever popped up on the screen. Knowing that she was distracted, Hana shut her laptop and directed her focus on the movie playing in front of her, noticing the forgotten take out. She began to fidget, going over scenarios in her mind until she couldn’t stand it. She paused the movie and got up to start cleaning, moving about the house and tidying up. However, she kept her phone nearby in the event someone texted her back. The cleaning only lasted so long before she gave in and decided to try calling every single guy, meeting their voicemail on the first ring. She did what she knew best, grab a book and read until he came home. She picked a book that had really captivated her attention and forced herself to get lost in the book, diverting her attention away from her missing husband.

Hana didn’t realize that at some point, she drifted off asleep on the couch, but hearing the front door click open and close, she was wide awake. Staring at the clock, it was past midnight and the light from the entrance way casted a tall shadow that slowly approached the couch. It was Jungkook to her relief, but something felt off. His eyes were distant and tired, the rest of his face void of emotion. His hair was messy and his shirt wrinkled, like he had had an awful day. This wasn’t the man she remembered meeting at the gym this afternoon and it wasn’t until she fully came to her senses that she noticed the bloodstains on his left side. She quickly bolted upright to check him over, a stream of rapidfire questions leaving her mouth but Jungkook had made no attempt to answer it. When she finally noticed his lack of presence in her interrogation, she really saw how distant he truly was. She guided his head to rest softly on her shoulder as she pulled him in to rub his shoulders and back, whispering soothing words of safety to him. As she brushed down his side, she noticed just how damp his shirt was and knew she had to take a look at his wound. “Let’s go take a bath” he nodded at her suggestion and she gently led him to their ensuite bathroom.

‘Your father always has to be strong and can only be vulnerable when he’s with me... You’ll be this person for your husband someday’ her mother’s voice echoed in her mind as she guided her husband to the bathroom. She remembers when her mother explained it to her the morning after her father came home late. While she missed them dearly, she understood their choice to leave the country and work on foreign business instead, entrusting the major aspects to her.

Since her brother’s passing and her father’s retirement, her parents moved to the US to take care of the international side of things, wanting to retire somewhere hot and with a beach. Truly, it was because everywhere they went here reminded them of the son they had lost and that moving countries would give them a chance to grieve and move on. Hana didn’t mind them being so far away, after all she could always just call them. She wanted to give them a chance to figure out their feelings and what life looked like now that things had changed. Plus, it really gave her the chance to grow personally and become her own person. It was nice to not have her parents around constantly asking about her marriage like she knew they would.

Entering the ensuite in the master suite, she sat Jungkook down on the toilet while she prepared everything. Hana began to prepare a bath in their large jacuzzi tub, scenting it lightly with peppermint and eucalyptus, something easy on Jungkook’s sensitive nose. As the bath filled, she grabbed the first aid kit from underneath the sink, setting up a sterile area to help him with his wound. Being the only girl in their group meant that she often would play nurse. Seokjin was always able to patch them up, but being one of the oldest, he wouldn’t be around as much as Hana was. It wasn’t uncommon for the boys to show up or call her over when they had hurt themselves and didn’t want to go to the family medic.

Jungkook also knew this routine and moved from his toilet seat to sit on the bathroom counter beside the sterile area. As she unbuttoned his shirt, she heaved a heavy annoyed sigh at the bandage job. ‘He probably did this himself’ she thought, knowing very well that he never wanted anyone to worry about him, even if it meant that he hid his injuries at a later time. Hana knew this time was not appropriate to scold him for his choice, she had to focus on nursing him back to his usual self. He winced from time to time as she cleaned his wound, eyes still distant but seemingly returning as the time passed. Rather than focusing on how he got the stab wound, she focused on cleaning and stitching up the wound,  occasionally smiling at him lovingly when he would shift his gaze to her face. She applied the adhesive film last as gently as she could and passed him a small cup of water with painkillers, something he gladly took. Kissing his wound, she hoped it would take some pain away even though she knew it wouldn’t, but the small smile he gave her was enough. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” he nodded his head slightly, lethargic in his movements, that Hana couldn’t help but intervene and help him undress. She guided him over to the bathtub, testing the water and helping him in and letting him settle, after he had taken off his boxers. However, he quickly grabbed her wrist as she turned away from the tub.

“I’m not going anywhere. Just let me clean up and I’ll come join you” she kissed his forehead and he let go of her wrist. Hana quickly cleaned up the first aid kit and threw both of their clothes into the hamper by the ensuite door, removing her undergarments as well. She quickly tossed her hair in a bun as she walked over to their tub, Jungkook’s daze off and far away. With a soft touch to his shoulder, she motioned him to scoot his body forward so that she could settle down behind him. As she settled in the tub, resting her chin on his shoulder, she began to give him tiny kisses and massaging his shoulders to relieve some tension. She smiled when his hand reached for hers on his shoulder, intertwining their fingers as he finally gave a deep sigh and melted into her, completely resting himself on her. She began to dip her hands into the water and gently massage the liquid into his hair, knowing that he loved it when she played with his hair. They sat like this for a while, the steam of the bath water floating around them and the silence bringing them comfort and time to reflect.

“Does it hurt?” she whispered, afraid to ask about what transpired this evening, pausing in her scalp massage

“You should’ve seen the other guy” he scoffed, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Hana knew he was back to his regular self due to his response, but she could hear the heaviness in his voice. “That threat Namjoon and Tae had told you about was more serious than they thought” she felt his shoulders tense again and she let go of his hands to wrap both of her arms around him, giving him a kiss to the temple. The water swished around gently as they slightly moved positions.

“Does it hurt?” she asked again, louder than the first time. 

“Not as much as you think. The painkillers are helping and I’m more sore than anything” she was thankful for his honesty and she was sure that he could still hear the worry in her voice. She held him tighter again, giving him a big squeeze with her arms. He tapped her arm, moving so that he could switch places with her, but she was hesitant to fully rest her weight on his chest, knowing he was injured. “Baby, it’s fine. You need to relax too, I know you’ve been worried” wrapping his arms around her torso and scooting her back. He kissed her temple in reassurance that he was fine and that she didn’t need to worry as much as she was.

“Not fair. I’m supposed to be taking care of you” she whined, giggling as he moved to give her kisses on her neck. The mood lightens in their home as they shed their day’s hardships in the water.

“You did. You do. I couldn’t ask for a better wife to bring me back to earth” he simply says, kissing her cheek and resting his chin on her shoulder again. “I’m sorry. I promised you pizza and wings with a night of cuddles, but I stood you up” the silence between them became uncomfortable, knowing where their minds were drifting. 

“It’s okay. I’m just scared I’m going to have to relive that nightmare over again” she confessed, a sadness settling over her. It had truly been a nightmare. Waking up to her mother’s wails in the living room and sprinting out of bed to see the commotion, only to see her on her knees in her father’s arms. She had never seen him cry before, but he cried equally as hard as her mother that night. Seokjin and Namjoon were there with their dads as well, sad and sullen. It was only when she noticed the missing presence of her brother that she put two and two together. Jonghyun wasn’t coming back. Not tonight, not ever.

Her chest began to feel tight, remembering how awful and traumatizing that night was and desperately needed to shake off the feeling. She turned in between his legs to partially face him, softly brushing her hands over his eyebrow and lip piercing, memorizing every feature of his face. Hana knew that their life brought uncertainty and that they never knew what would happen next, but in these moments, she wishes she could just stop time and stay there. Being at the top of the company, she knew anyone could decide at any moment to be rid of her. The man at the gym reminded her of that but she didn’t fear death as much as she feared a life without her beloved and her family.

Sensing her sadness and fear, Jungkook started making funny faces and tried to bite her fingers, a clear indication that he had let go of the burdens of the day and was present in the moment with her. Smirking, Hana flicked a bit of water in his face, kissing him while he was distracted. He hummed into the kiss, deepening it and pulling her close again. She felt electricity run through her body at the slight lick of his tongue but welcomed it fully quickly after. His groan quickly brought her back to reality, gasping that she may have put pressure on his wound and slightly panicking that she hurt him.

“I’m sorry!” She quickly apologized but was confused that his face was flushed and not in pain. Cocking her head to the side, he ran a wet hand through his hair letting out a deep breath but slightly panting after it. “Are you okay?” she asked carefully, not understanding what just happened. Jungkook’s eyes flickered down and Hana followed his gaze, face flushing red immediately noticing his arousal in the water. “JK!” she exclaimed, slapping his shoulder and turning her body so that her back faced him while he let out a big laugh.

“What did you expect?! You’re naked and we’re making out! Of course I’d get hard!” her face was a deep red, embarrassed at the situation, but he smiled cockily at her. “What? It’s not like we haven’t done this before” he teased and pulled her close again, moving her legs to straddle him and rest her weight on his thighs. His soft kisses to her neck helped to divert her attention from the casual and embarrassing conversation of their sex life to the current intimate moment they were having. Just as she was starting to let go of her thoughts and indulge in the moment, he held her chin to face him so he could kiss her lips. As the kiss began to deepen, Jungkook pulled away, stopping them. “I’ll only do it if you want to”

Hana kissed him hard, hoping to convey her answer to him and confirming it soon after as his hands gripped her hips and his mouth met hers with the same vigor. It didn’t take long for him to lift her hips a bit so that he could insert himself inside her, both of them sighing at the contact and comfort it brought. Jungkook began a steady rhythm of rocking into her while encouraging her to bounce on his cock. The water began to splash around them as he picked up the pace, turning them over so that he was now thrusting into her as her back rested against the jacuzzi tub’s walls. Their moans echoed throughout the bathroom and Hana gasped when Jungkook reached hand between them, stroking her clit as he continued to relentlessly thrust into her. For a brief moment, Hana almost protested that they should stop as he still had a fresh stab wound she stitched up, but her sudden orgasm knocked the thought out of her head as her hips met his and she trembled under him, announcing her orgasm breathlessly. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clinging to him desperately as he continued to thrust into her, pace slowing.

Jungkook took pride in his physique and had multiple reasons that he maintained a very active lifestyle. It gave him the stamina he needed in many aspects of his life and using it when they were having sex was one of those reasons. It turned him on knowing that he could cause her to fall off the edge multiple times before he reached his own peak and tonight, he fully intended to remind Hana that he had this power. He wanted to take away every bad thought she had and replace it with nothing but pleasure and his love for her. However, he knew Hana didn’t have the same stamina as he did, so he held her close and gave her gentle kisses as she came down from her first high. He maneuvered them back to their original position, Hana seemingly a bit more limp than before, coming down from her euphoria.

“Look at me” he cooed, holding her chin and giving her a moment to focus on him. Her eyes weren’t glossed over, something that would happen when she was done, and that was all he needed in order to start the steady rhythm all over again. This time, Hana wasn’t bouncing, still to limp to do it, but Jungkook made sure she still felt pleasure and set about doing most of the work. She rested her forehead on his shoulder, her chest pressing against him as he whispered things into her ear he knew would increase her arousal. He gradually increased his rhythm and Hana sunk deeper into arousal, feeling her core tighten once again.

Jungkook felt her tighten around him, knowing she was close and that she was completely oblivious to the cocky smirk on his face. He thrusted into a particular part of her that caused a shiver to run down her back and suddenly launch her into her release. As her second orgasm washed over her wave after wave, Jungkook continued to thrust into her, this time not slowing down.

“JK... I” the pleasure removed her capability of speaking coherently. At this point, she was jelly in his hands and moved at his control. She gasped as his hand found her core once more.

“Come on baby, you can give me one more” his husky whisper comforted her and turned her on. She didn’t think she could do it again as she never descended the last high of her most recent orgasm. She felt like she was on pins and needles, never dropping from that state of euphoria. She did her best to protest but it was no use. When Jungkook set his mind on something, he wouldn’t back down until he reached his goal. His pace was faltering, meaning that he was close and the stimulation she received both internally and externally, combined with her current heightened state, rapidly induced another orgasm.

“Let go for me love” he goaded and she lost complete control, her body stiffening and loosening simultaneously. Somewhere in her mind, she thought of how ridiculous she might’ve looked, like a fish flopping out of water. However, the third orgasm hit her harder than any of the previous ones. Thankfully, Jungkook held her hips tightly and pulled her down hard for one last thrust, his own release reaching him. She melted in his arms as she came down from her high and he held her close as if she would disappear.

Hana couldn’t tell if she drifted off or not. She couldn’t honestly recall all the events of their intimate moment in the tub that evening. Between the extreme pleasure Jungkook was giving her, she tried her best not to black out, forgetting about the details. She let her husband lift her off his lap and turn her around so that she sat with her back to him. He smiled at the small whimper she made when he pulled out, kissing her forehead all the same and began to wash their bodies. He noticed that Hana was starting to shiver, realizing that the water was now lukewarm and that he would have to get both of them out of the tub and ready for bed. It was a good thing that he was strong enough to lift her and wrap a towel around her, sitting her on the bathroom counter before drying himself. She sat in a post orgasm state on the counter, trying her best not to fall asleep until Jungkook could help her over to the bed. She watched in a daze as he dried himself off and walked over to their bedroom, returning with his underwear on and somethings for her. He carefully dried her hair and brushed it to the best of his ability, imagining what it would be like to do this to their own children someday. She, on the other hand, relaxed into his touch and left him to take control of her body, including getting her dressed in his oversized t-shirt and her underwear. 

Their bed was warm thanks to Jungkook who turned on the heated mattress when he came to grab underwear. As he pulled the covers back on their California king bed, Hana felt her conscious state of mind returning, feeling confident that she could now have a straight train of coherent thought and start a conversation. As he laid down beside her, she quickly pulled herself close to rest her head on his shoulder, fighting off the exhaustion she knew would take over. “So what really happened?” she mumbled, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes. He chuckled softly, knowing she asked out of concern for him and not concern for her.

“The security breach from this morning was linked to the guy who insulted you at the gym”  he sighed, wrapping his arms around you. “They weren’t happy with a financial decision you guys had made regarding their shares and profits. Tae had said the guy had spoken on behalf of the Taiwanese investors, but you weren’t scheduled to see them until tomorrow right?” she nodded her head softly, still not understanding how this lead to a stab wound. She kissed his chest and played with his hair, occupying herself to try and stay awake. “Out of nowhere, another one of his lackeys appeared and nicked me on the side, but he was taken care of soon after” she frowned knowing what he truly meant.

“Was anyone else hurt?” Thankfully Jungkook shook his head no and gave her a squeeze. “I’m sorry” Hana whispered, somehow feeling responsible for the bandage on his abdomen. While injuries and enemies were a part of the lifestyle, she couldn’t help but feel responsible for the whole incident as she was the catalyst. She had made a decision in their best interest which resulted in a tiny ambush.

“Never apologize for something that isn’t your fault” he whispered, kissing her lips. “You can’t take the responsibility for someone else’s actions” he kissed her forehead before tilting his head down to make them touch. Their silence in that moment brought them comfort and signaled the end of that topic. “Now, get some sleep. With the whole incident you aren’t meeting with the Taiwan investors, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be letting you sleep in too much” he smiled, pulling his head away and kissing her temple once again.

“Ugh, I can’t sleep in at all, even if we aren’t having that morning meeting. I have a lot of reports to get to before the year end fiscal Gala” she groaned, turning over so that Jungkook could be Big Spoon.

“You aren’t going to work tomorrow, I already called to let them know you’re taking a day off” his voice was playful and she could hear that twinkle in his eye, the beginnings of a plan. “I broke our promise, so it’s only fair that I make it up to you” he smiled, snuggling her shoulder and burying his face in her hair. “Plus, Tae owes me. He can do your reports” he scoffed, kissing her shoulder.

“I love you Hana” letting the sleep wash over him, yawning and feeling his eyes droop.

“I love you more Jungkook,” she muttered, finally letting herself close her eyes.

“I love you most” he whispered, kissing her shoulder as they both drifted off to sleep.

#bts #bangtan #bts imagines #bts fanfic #original character #jeon jungkook #jungkook x oc #mafia!au #mafia!bangtan #mafia!bts #jungkook

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A perfect ending to one of the most perfect piece I’ve ever read 😍😭 thank you for blessing the world with your writing ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Ethereal 10: The Finale

CHAPTER 10

“She’s mad but she’s magic.

There’s no lie in her fire.”

~ Charles Bukowski

Summary: After leaving your home in need of a fresh start, you open a bookstore with the hopes that the words you read could bring you solace. You never realized that the books you loved would bring you home instead.

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Genre: Mafia/Dragon AU

Status: Completed

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: depictions of violence, smut, death, sexual assault, insecurities, anxiety, polyamory, trauma, mentions of blood

Chapter Warnings: mentions of depression, some feelings of anger and loneliness, 

Masterlist // Chapter 9 

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The moon was high as you reclined into the large bean bag you were resting in, your feet curled up under you as you read. The radio was playing softly, the background music helping you to focus on what you were reading. Bringing your hand from under your arm, you turn the page with a flick of your fingers, eyes working quick to pick up where you left off.

It had been a little while since you had been by yourself, the peace and quiet acting like a wall against everything else in your mind; your thoughts had become increasingly deep and plentiful. There was a lot of change in your life, ever since you opened the very store where you currently resided.

You were kind of hiding, a shelf of poetry stood tall, hiding your resting body in the corner of the store, your tea on the floor, resting on a small coaster as you pushed yourself even farther into the bean bag.

You weren’t hiding from anyone in particular really, just your thoughts.

Keep reading

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I have a rant.

Jeon Jungkook and all other members of BTS are Korean. Their ethnicity is Korean, their mother tongue is Korean. They are Korean artists who sings mostly in Korean. So, if they speak, they again *mostly* speaks in Korean.

To assume that Jungkook or any other member should speak a language that they are not comfortable or fluent in just so that everyone understands is

1. Ignorant

2. Privileged

3. Racist

Point 2. To assume, all the I-ARMY by default speak only English is again, ignorant, discriminatory, and a privileged POV. English is a language like every other language. It is not a marker of one's abilities, intelligence, or standard of living. This is a colonial mentality bred into ignorant mind.

I do not know who this individual is, but this was a very exclusionary POV that they have provided and I wonder how Jungkook truly felt about it.

#keep your ignorant comment to yourself #jeon Jungkook #instastories

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Masterlist

🎶🎤🎸👻 JATP Fandom Masterlist 👻🎸🎤🎶

Stories inspired by the Netflix Series and the Actors

💜🌌✨ BTS Fandom Masterlist ✨🌌💜

Stories inspired by our beloved Bangtan

✍🏽📖☕️ Original Creations ☕️📖✍🏽

Stories that do not belong to a fandom and are conjured from within

[gaemkyuu]

Re-vamp!

It’s been a long time hasn’t it? I’ve gone through some major personal stuff and am currently walking through a season of grief and discovery.

I’ve wrote for many fandoms that I’ve kept in my personal collection, but I think I’m ready to start posting again. Thank you for following me thus far and for loving my first pieces.

I may continue to write JATP, but I have dabbled in other fandoms and hope to post them here too. So if you were only here for the JATP fanfiction/fandom, unfortunately I won’t be posting more of it in the near future. Instead, I’ll be uploading pieces from other fandoms and re-working the layout of my page.

If you choose to leave, I completely understand but I wanted to take a moment to thank you all for your support and love that you’ve shown me over my first pieces.

Seasons give us the time to reflect and move forward, shedding things we don’t need and making room for newer things that we do need.

[gaemkyuu]

appreciate the writers you love because writing can be so exhausting sometimes. i literally spent almost two hours researching something for a fic i’m writing just to make it as accurate as i possibly can. more time and effort goes into fics than a lot of people think. don’t rush content creators, don’t steal their work, and please appreciate the creators you love. i promise that comments, reblogs, and feedback always mean much more than you think.

[gaemkyuu]

Would you be interested in writing a Luke Patterson x fem!reader, enemies to lover fanfiction in which the reader is abused at home and is therefore depressed and hurting herself? The reader isolates herself from society. Luke and the reader can't stand each other. Until he accidentally discovers the scars on her and then watches her and then catches her as she hurts herself. After that, he helps her to get out of the depression and in doing so they develop feelings for each other. /I´m fine:) /

Oooouu! Okay that’s a detailed plot! I’ll work on it as soon as I finish part 2 to Loved!

[gaemkyuu]

Loved.

Warnings: Mentions of an abusive boyfriend (Not Charlie) A/N: This is a personal piece of something I went through. Not all the details disclosed on this piece happened to me, but they have happened to people I love. Something we connected on was that one person came into our lives and became the light that we needed to get out of our situation. Charlie isn’t meant to portray the image of a false hero, but rather a light and a starting point. A second chapter will be made.

If you or someone you love is suffering from abuse, you are not alone. We hear you, we love you and we can help you. Reach out of the dark. Step into your greatness. Stand Tall.

Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece! In no way do I claim characters in this piece act this way in real life.

Masterlist *now taking requests ;)

Loved.

Kaia paused to take a sip of water. Carrying around boxes and furniture was proving to be difficult with the hot LA sun. She was used to super sunny days with a cool breeze or rainy cloudy days up in Vancouver. Moving countries hadn’t been easy, what with the paperwork and everything, but here she was. Starting a life in LA, the city where people come to make their dreams happen. 

“How you doin’?” the girl jump at the sound of a male voice and turned to see a very good looking guy leaning on her fence. His beautiful eyes and contagious smile caused her to smile back at him. He seemed genuine and something deep inside told her he was good.

“I’m hoping you’re the person that lives beside me, otherwise I may have to call the cops” the male chuckled at her response and shook his head.

“Welcome to the neighbourhood. Me and my roommates live right beside you. Are you new to LA?” Kaia knew she shouldn’t get caught chatting away with the male, but she didn’t want him to get the wrong impression. She knew that bad neighbours could make your life a living hell, plus being new to the country meant that she had no friends. Might as well start somewhere right?

“New to the country actually, I’m from Vancouver” Judging by the way his eyes grew to the size of saucers, she assumed that he might be a fellow Canadian too. It would be nice to have someone who understands the culture shock as a friend. “Parles-tu francais?” she sheepishly asked.

“Oui! J’suis de Dieppe!” Kaia let out a big laugh. She very rarely heard that dialect of french and it felt funny to her ears. She blushed when she realized how hard she was laughing.

“Sorry! I wasn’t laughing at you or anything. I’ve rarely heard an Acadien speak french and it sounds a little funny to me” she scratched her neck in slight embarrassment. The male seemed to bite his lip and she couldn’t help but notice the twinkle in his eyes, confirming that he wasn’t offended. “So what brought you here?”

“I’m an actor. What about you?” 

“I moved down here with my boyfriend, he’s actually a local” she saw a small look of disappointment cross his unusually bright features, but as quickly as it came, it was gone. She could hear her boyfriend’s voice growing louder as he approached the entrance of the house. “Do you live by yourself? Or?”

“I live with my roommates, all of whom are girls with boyfriends” she giggled at his predicament but found it interesting.

“Too much estrogen I take it?” he rolled his eyes in confirmation and she laughed again at his reaction.

“Like you wouldn’t believe. But they’re pretty awesome, so I can’t complain” he opened his mouth to say something else, but was interrupted at a booming voice. She continued to chat with the man about the neighbourhood and life in LA in general. It felt nice to Kaia that someone was also weirded out by all  the fake grass lawns and garbage on the streets. The conversation was flowing naturally and she was very engaged that she didn’t notice another person in the house growing impatient.

“Kaia!” She quickly turned around to her boyfriend, who was motioning her over. He looked irritated and upset, something she wasn’t looking forward to dealing with. She opened her mouth to explain herself as her new neighbour waved, but he interrupted her. “Let’s go!”

“Sorry, the heat’s making him a little grumpy. Thank you for welcoming us to the neighbourhood. It was really nice chatting with you” she smiled as her boyfriend marched back into the house. “I’m Kaia by the way, but you can call me Kai”

“Charlie. Charlie Gillespie. It was nice to meet you Kai, pass the welcome on to your boyfriend from us. See you around?” she smiled softly and waved goodbye as he made his way over to the front door. When he was out of sight, she took a deep breath preparing herself for the inevitable conversation with her boyfriend.

Who’s that? You’ve been flirting for half an hour. I wasn’t flirting. He’s our neighbour. Don’t lie to me, Kaia. I’m not. Listen, I moved you down here to be with me. Last time I checked, I moved down to start my career. Don’t. Sass. Me. Kaia. I’m sorry. Remember. You’re here because I let you. Don’t forget that.

The next time Kaia saw Charlie was a few weeks later. Her boyfriend and her had a big argument, so she was de-stressing the only way she knew how, making music. She was sure that at some point, someone in the neighbourhood would make a noise complaint, but right now, she could care less. She filled track after tracking, replaying what she had already made and what she had added. Kaia often poured her soul into her music, something she felt was therapeutic.

It had always been Kaia’s dream to move down to LA and pursue a music career. So when she finished her music program in Vancouver, she began working full time around the city doing odd jobs and mixing jobs wherever she could. She had saved up enough money to make the move, when she had met her boyfriend. He was playing a live set at a bar she was bartending for and the two hit it off right away. Soon, the two began to collaborate with music and Kaia found herself producing and mixing his demos.

Sure, their relationship was a little bit of a rollercoaster, but in Kaia’s mind, that wasn’t strange. She had seen her parents experience similar things with one another. He struggled to pay rent along with his tuition fees for his music program, but Kaia didn’t mind paying for it. Being an American citizen in Canada made it difficult at times to find employment and at the beginning he was super grateful. That’s how they fell into a rhythm on Kaia working to support the both of them while doing what she loved.

When her boyfriend’s Visa expired, she knew this was her chance to move down to LA. Her parents weren’t thrilled with the two of them moving in together, but they had already been a couple for 2 years. In Kaia’s mind, it was the next step in their relationship. She also assured her parents that if anything happened, that she had enough money saved up to support herself on her own for a few months.

“Sick beats!” she jumped at the voice, turning around to see Charlie fist bumping into her garage. Immediately, she turned down the music and smiled. “I didn’t know you were into music too! This is really good!”

“Think so? I haven’t made anything from scratch in a long time” Kaia blushed when Charlie’s jaw dropped at her confession. “I’m actually struggling with this track if I’m being honest”

“May I?” she moved over letting Charlie take control and play around with things. The two then began a very in depth conversation about music and finding the sound of the track she was working on. However, Kaia came to learn that as passionate Charlie was about music, he was also very goofy. The two playfully argued as to whether Charlie was correct about incorporating a xylophone or bongos into the track. He was a self proclaimed EDM expert and enthusiast, which caused Kaia to question his instrument choices. They sat there for who knows how long, eventually trading rhythms on different instruments,  Kaia on the piano and Charlie on the guitar. “You’re really good at this Kai”

“I normally produce music that my boyfriend writes” she scratch her neck in embarrassment. “The move had us so busy that I’m a little rusty”

“What? If this is what you’re “rusty” is, then I’m excited to see your polished work!” Kaia smiled and stood there awkwardly, not fully knowing how to accept his compliment. “Kai, you should really give your music a chance”

“I’ll think about it” she smiled. “Say, was there a reason why you bursted into my garage?” It was now Charlie’s turn to blush and Kaia giggled in return.

“Oh yeah, I was going to invite you and your boyfriend for a barbeque tomorrow evening. Think you’d like to come?” he wiggled his eyebrows making Kaia laugh.

“We’ve got plans. Thanks” both were startled at the introduction of a new voice. Kaia’s boyfriend stood at the garage door entrance, arms crossed and unimpressed.

“Ty, this is Charlie, our neighbour. Charlie, this is Tyler, my boyfriend” Kaia quickly made her way to her boyfriend, explaining the situation.

“Nice to meet you man” Charlie smiled and extended his hand, but Tyler just looked at it until Charlie took it back. He muttered a soft ‘okay then’ and shoved his hands into his pockets. “I just wanted to invite you and Kai over for dinner tomorrow night. My roommates would love to meet you guys”

“It’s Kaia, and thanks but no thanks. Like I said, we have plans” Kaia stood silently beside her boyfriend, fidgeting with her sleeve. She held one arm across her body and was squeezing her other arm, but cleared her throat to break the tension.

“Thanks for the visit. I’ll see you around Charlie” this time Kaia’s smile was a genuine one, but by the look on Charlie’s face, she knew he was growing suspicious. She was grateful that he didn’t push the topic, but she knew that his hesitation wouldn’t go unnoticed by her boyfriend.

What is it with you and this guy? We were just collaborating on mixing. You mix for me Kaia. Don’t let someone take advantage of you. He wasn’t taking advantage of me. He was helping me. Helping? It sounds like shit. You better get your head in the game for my next EP. ... Babe, you know I only want you to be the best right? I know. I love you. ... I love you too.

If another person screamed at her today, Kaia was sure that she would lose it. She felt exhausted and overworked. Living in LA was proving to be pricey and she was the only one who was able to find work between the two of them. Between working two jobs and producing late into the evenings, Kaia felt like she was reaching her limit.

“Good evening! Can I start you guys with something to drink?” Kaia fished for her notepad and pen in her apron, fiddling around for a moment.

“Kai?” she recognized the voice immediately and finally found her things. Charlie sat at the table she was waiting along with two other people. 

“I’m beginning to think you’re stalking me Charlie” she joked, smoothing out her hair and uniform. She suddenly felt more aware and conscious of her appearance. 

“Sounds like Charlie” the female interrupted, earning a shove from the male. The blonde across from Charlie stifled a chuckle at the interaction. “I’m Hannah, I live with Charlie”

“And this is Owen” he introduced and Kaia gave a kind smile back. “I didn’t know you worked here! I thought you worked at the Starbucks?” she noticed Owen and Hannah give each other a look about Charlie’s observation.

“Yeah, I work at Starbucks in the morning and here in the evenings” she blew a strand of hair out of her face. “Not all of us make a living off of Netflix contracts” she winked. “What can I get you guys?”

The playful banter continued on through the night and Kaia continued to wait their table, along with the many other tables she had. Kaia got to know Owen and Hannah pretty well that night and genuinely enjoyed their company. Since moving to LA, she had been working so much that she hadn’t even made friends in the three months she had been there. So naturally, after her shift, she sat down with their table and got them free dessert just to hang out. They were having such a good time that she lost track time.

“Hey Kaia! Your boyfriend’s calling” Kaia paled at the closing manager’s announcement and she politely excused herself from the table, telling the manager she’d take the call in the office. As Kaia sat in the office, quiet tears streamed down her face as her boyfriend chastised her over the phone. Her closing manager comforted her quietly, knowing the intricacies of her situation. Once Kaia was sure she was composed, she returned to her table of friends, surprised that they still waited around for her. 

“Thanks for the company tonight! I’ll see you guys around?” The looks they gave each other didn’t go unnoticed by Kaia. However, they didn’t say anything and bid her farewell.

“Hey Kaia?” she paused and turned around, a soft smile on her face, and Charlie standing at the edge of his table. “You know you can talk to me right?” Kaia bit her lip, hesitant for her next move. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the tears that were surfacing.

“I’m just tired is all” but a tear slipped down her face, which she quickly wiped away. Charlie pulled her in for a hug and Kaia melted into it. She couldn’t remember feeling this warmth for a long time and quite frankly, she felt at peace. The flickering of the car lights in the parking lot pulled her attention from the comfort of Charlie’s arms. “I have to go” she whispered and left, not bearing to look at Charlie and the rest.

I don’t like him. Don’t hang around him anymore. He’s my only friend here. Then make a new one. How? Between working two jobs and mixing your music, I have no time. Don’t pin this on me. Stop whining and figure it out.  ... I’m just protecting you. He’ll take advantage of you.  ... Now who’s my girl? I am. And who’s everything that you’ll ever need. ... Kaia. You are. Don’t forget that.

“That’ll be $4.95”

“I’ll pay. Could you add on a donut too? Thanks”

The next time Kaia saw Charlie was a few weeks after the diner incident. Kaia didn’t actually see Charlie, but rather Charlie saw Kaia and couldn’t pass up the chance to talk to her. Judging by his outfit, she assumed that he was on his usual morning run. She felt nervous about him appearing from nowhere and offering to buy her coffee, especially since the last time they talked it was awkward.

“You didn’t have to do that Charlie.” she smiled and thanked him with her eyes. She fiddled with her zip up collar and hair. 

“It’s nothing. Wanna grab a table? Maybe in a more secluded and private area?” she nodded thinking that his specificity in seating had to do with the recent release of a Netflix show he starred on that was gaining popularity. So she settled for a table tucked away in the corner of the shop. Charlie followed along soon after with her coffee and his donut. 

“Thanks again. How was your run?” Charlie shrugged as he took a bite of his donut.

“Same as always, except this time I get to see you” Kaia blushed at his beautiful smile. He was good looking and from their exchanges, she had gotten to know he was genuinely a good guy. “You like to hike?”

She couldn’t understand what it was, but Charlie had a way of making her feel comfortable and safe. As they chatted about the many hiking places and how often Charlie went, Kaia could see the excitement in his eyes. Their conversation naturally divulged into hobbies and things they had been up to. The two laughed and chatted, both of them wishing that they could stay in each other’s company. It was exactly what she needed.

“I haven’t been hearing you mix lately. The neighbourhood sounds quiet”

“Nothing I’ve come up with sounds good” she stated sheepishly, flushed at the fact that Charlie had noticed.

“Oh come on, I’m sure you’re being hard on yourself. You’re extremely talented, and I’m not saying that just to be nice or anything!” Charlie leaned in as he said this, and Kaia could tell that he truly meant what he was saying.

“No, it’s always garbage when I try to mix on my own” Charlie frowned at this much to Kaia’s dismay, and he sat back in his seat, looking slightly annoyed. Kaia felt her pulse quicken, feeling like she had disappointed him in some way.

“Is that what he tells you?” Kaia was about to drink her coffee, but that comment caught her off guard. She tensed, knowing where this conversation could go and where she didn’t want it to go. “I’m sorry, I just...”

“It’s okay. You don’t need to say anything” she assured him, setting her cup down and a small awkward silence filling the empty space. “I get that you care Charlie, but everything’s fine”.

“You don’t have to lie to me Kai” she avoided his gaze knowing that he would see right through her when she melted under his stare. “Look, I know it’s none of my business, but if what I think is happening, is happening, then you need to leave” she bit her lip again, stopping herself from confessing the truth to Charlie.

“Nothing’s happening Charlie. We’ve just been going through a rough patch. I’m fine, really” she hoped to god that she sounded convincing enough for Charlie to drop the topic. Nervous for his response, she glanced down at her phone and noticed the 15 missed calls. To add, they had been sitting in that coffee shop chatting for 2 hours. Kaia always came to Tyler’s defence, as Charlie wasn’t the first one to voice his concerns. Tyler was sweet and loving, but he often got jealous or irritated. However, it was always emphasized that Kaia crossed the lines that triggered Tyler and that he never acted irrationally.

“Thanks for the chat Charlie.” She smiled at him, taking the last sip of the liquid in her cup. “It was nice getting to know you more”. She could see Charlie hesitate, knowing he didn’t want the conversation to end. She secretly wanted the same thing as his, but she felt guilty for feeling this way.

In their various exchanges and in their conversation today, Kaia felt more and more attracted to Charlie. He was so kind and always interested in the person he was talking to. He empathized and expressed compassion in a way that Kaia had never experienced before. If she wasn’t with Tyler, she could see herself with Charlie and that made her feel horrible. She tried over and over again to convince herself that Charlie was nothing but a friend, when really she wanted more. Tyler loved her and only wanted the best for her, yet here she was wishing Charlie was in Tyler’s place instead. 

“You don’t have to be with someone that makes you feel the way you do” Charlie held Kaia’s hand across the table. “I know you might feel like you’re trapped, but you don’t have to be. You have a way out” Kaia quickly wiped away the tear that escaped her eyes, but Charlie wiped away the second one. The two sat in silence as Kaia quietly let a few more tears escape, but it was only a matter of time that Kaia would find herself in Charlie’s arms crying steadily, but still silently, until there was nothing left. When Kaia was sure she was done, Charlie pulled away to give her an encouraging smile and squeezed her arm.

That’s when Kaia kissed him.

In her mind, it all happened so fast. One moment, she was trying to protect Tyler, the next moment she was wishing Tyler was Charlie. That’s what led her to kiss him and Charlie to kiss her back. The two pulled apart, speechless and slightly out of breath, but Kaia didn’t stay long enough to get a response. She quickly grabbed her things and left Charlie to rush out after her. She kept walking despite his calls after her.

That kiss confirmed what Kaia had been trying to deny for a long time now. It confirmed that she didn’t want to be with Tyler anymore. It confirmed that she hadn’t wanted to be with him for a long time. She hasn’t loved him for a long time and it took someone else to help her realize there was love outside of Tyler. However, leaving Tyler wouldn’t be so easy. She tried many times, but there was always a reason as to why she never left. Unfortunately, that reason as of late had been fear. 

“Kai! Kaia! Would you just stop for a second?!” Charlie chased after her, ignoring the various stares that were casted their way. A car pulled up beside her on the street and she paused to get in. Kaia looked back at him regretfully, tears falling from her eyes again, before opening the door and being pulled in. Charlie was left on the side of the street, left wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into.

You’re so stupid, why can’t you think? I’m sorry. Yeah, well sorry isn’t good enough! What did I tell you about him?! I’m sorry. Is that all you can say?! Tyler, stop, you’re hurting me. I’m hurting you?! What about what you’re doing to me?! You’re so selfish Kaia. ... This is what I get for everything that I’ve given you?! ...I’m sorry. Just shut up.

Kaia quit her jobs the next day at Tyler’s request. His reasoning was that Kaia couldn’t be trusted outside of the house, so it would be better for her to pick up some work from home jobs. It didn’t help that he had found a printed bank statement with information about how much Kaia had in her savings, something he didn’t hesitate to use against her. 

If she was being honest, she felt absolutely awful and was quietly thankful that she was able to quit her jobs. It meant that she didn’t have to leave home, something that she was hoping for more and more. Kaia was riddled with guilt that deep down, she saw Charlie as more than a friend and that she kissed him, despite being in a relationship with Tyler. She reasoned that she was being unfaithful to Tyler, especially after everything he did for her back in Vancouver. Sure, she handled the financials, but Tyler showed her a whole new world that she never dreamed of getting access to. He introduced her to Canadian producers and artists, got her more involved in the music scene and he loved her. Tyler was her first everything! First kiss, first boyfriend, first time... He loved her. She was sure of it.

Or was she?

“She’ll have a water and a margherita pizza and I’ll have the tuscan with a coke” Kaia felt him squeeze her arm and she did her best not to flinch. He had insisted that he sat beside her whenever they dined out so that he could be closer to her, but his rough advances were uncomfortable, especially with the bruises. She sat there in silence staring off to space as they sat on the outdoor patio. 

He had been lashing out more lately and sometimes Kaia got in the way. He didn’t target her for his aggression, it was rather that she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. She didn’t dare tell a single soul. Not her friends back home, not her family, no one. That would prompt them to check on her more and more, something that she really didn’t want. She wanted to be left alone. Tyler had grown obsessive of knowing what she was doing at every moment. He held her phone from her and everywhere he went, she came along too. She was rarely left home alone. Had Tyler become toxic? Yes. 

Had he been toxic for a while? Well...

In truth, Kaia wanted to break things off a few months into their dating, but he’d always find a way to convince her otherwise. At some point, Kaia stopped questioning his off behaviour or quips and accepted it as that was who he was. She convinced herself that at his core the Tyler she fell for was still there and that right now he had all the reasons to be the way he was. Life as a musician was stressful, especially when you hadn’t made it into the industry. 

Kaia was pulled out of her thoughts as the waitress placed their orders down in front of them. Immediately, Tyler began portioning out her serving on her plate as she quietly sipped on her water.

“Can you look any more miserable Kaia? Jesus” he scoffed, shoving her serving in front of her. “If you’re going to be this miserable out and about, I might as well leave you at home” she ate her slice in silence, not entertaining his comments, knowing that whatever she said would be used against her anyways. His phone began vibrating and he sighed, seemingly conflicted. “I gotta take this inside because it’s too loud out here. Don’t leave until I come back” Kaia nodded softly continuing to chew on her slice, as he stepped away from the table, out of sight. Her heart began to race when she noticed he left her phone behind.

This is it. This is your chance out Kaia. Don’t think. Just do it.

She snatched the phone and quickly pin dropped her location with the word ‘HELP’, to the one person she knew she could count on. Quickly, she deleted the text and put her phone back, not wanting to be caught near it. She prayed that he would see her text and she prayed that he would be able to help her. As she watched her boyfriend return to the table, she felt her stomach knot and the pizza she consumed rise in her throat.

“Eat your food or people are going to think I’m making you starve or some shit” he scoffed sitting down beside her and continuing to eat. He didn’t notice anything.

“I’m not hungry anymore” she smiled at him, slightly pushing her plate away. He pushed it back to her.

“I don’t care. I don’t want people thinking I’m treating you poorly” she stiffly grabbed her half eaten slice and when she was nearly done, he put another one on her plate. In the distance, she saw the familiar orange subaru parallel park. Her heart rate increased.

“Thank you. Was that phone call good news?” Kaia knew that the number one thing Tyler liked was talking about himself and his accomplishment. She turned to face him more and tried her best to look really engaged in the conversation, despite her sweaty palms and pounding heart. She was grateful that his back was facing the inside of the restaurant and he turned to face her too, telling her about the exec who was interested in meeting him and listening to his work. She nodded and replied appropriately, but she couldn’t tell you what more he said. Kaia was too focused on the scene in the restaurant unfolding. She watched as Charlie walked in and explained the situation to the hostess who then called over what looked like the manager. The three of them stood in discussion as a police officer entered the restaurant as well, pointing to their table. Her stomach sank as she watched the officer and Charlie leave, but she did her best to keep her eyes focused, only looking at the background when he went for a bite or a drink.

The waitress made her way over and asked how their meal was or if there was anything that she could get for them. Kaia shook her head no and Tyler did as well, but she dropped off napkins, tapping them lightly and looking at Kaia directly. She took it as a sign that the napkins had something important, so she intentionally took a messy bite of pizza, to wipe her face. Too bad Tyler got to the napkin first. Wiping his mouth, he noticed a smudge mark of ink on the napkin and Kaia immediately knew she was done for. His face changed in an instant and he glared at her, throwing cash onto the table.

“Get up.”

“But I’m not done-”

“I said, Get. Up.” Kaia did as she was told and Tyler grabbed her arm, not caring at who was staring. She started to walk, but it wasn’t good enough for Tyler as he forced her to his side. “You think you’re so smart? Tipping off the waitress like you’re some prisoner”

“I didn’t-”

“Shut up. You little liar. I’m not hurting you. I’m not forcing you to be here. You can leave, but you don’t because you know that you’re nothing without me” he hissed into her ear as they made their way to the entrance, but the officer stopped them midway. “Can I help you, officer?”

“I just need to ask you some questions outside. Ma’am I’m going to have to ask you to wait inside with the manager” the officer was stern and surely Tyler would comply, but he proved different.

“I don’t feel comfortable leaving my girlfriend by herself,” he added, pulling her close.

“Tyler, just do as he says” she winced at the grip he had on her arm, glaring at her. 

“Sir, you need to come with me. Ma’am, I’m going to need you to step away from him” Kaia complied but Tyler didn’t, and soon she began to fight him off, struggling for her freedom all the while the police officer was trying to deescalate the situation. She finally slapped him across the face and he splashed a glass of water that was sitting on a table in her face, then throwing the glass at her. The police officer restrained him immediately and dragged him outside, while Kaia was left in the restaurant wet and a bruise starting to form on her cheek bone.

Was this it? Was it over?

She felt a soft warm cloth envelop her shoulders and she was handed a dish rag to try to dry off, but she was still in shock. She was moved to a less populated area of the restaurant, away from any clients and was sat down at a table. That’s when Charlie came running back in. As he rushed over to where she was sitting, she felt her own legs start to move quickly towards him, falling into his embrace. Charlie held her close, comforting her by whispering soothing words into her ears. He moved them to the table she was originally at and sat beside her, holding her while her tears fell and even after. He held her while another police officer approached them to update them on Tyler. He held her as they took down her statement and gave her directions as to what she would do next.

“Here is the address to the temporary apartment we will have you stay in. Do you have a vehicle or need transportation” Kaia read the address on the paper, but before she could speak up, Charlie did.

“Kai, I can drive you if you want. I can even help you get things that you need from your place” he smiled gently at her and cautiously, knowing that she was still in shock and overwhelmed.

“You’ll have a police escort on the premise if you would like to return home to grab a few things” Kaia looked at Charlie searching his eyes for some sort of sign that he was as hurtful as Tyler.

“I’ll let him drive me back and forth, thank you.” her voice sounded slightly croaky, probably from her crying. The officer notified them that she could give them 10 minutes before they had to leave. They would follow Charlie’s car to her house and escort her around to grab what she needed. From there, she would be followed to her temporary residence, until the courts could come to a conclusion about her situation. As the officer stepped away, Kaia took a deep breath and let out a big sigh.

“Thank you Charlie”

“I should be thanking you. What you did was hard, but it was the right thing to do. I’m always here for you, however you need me” He kissed her hand that he held and pulled her in for another hug. For the first time, in a long time, Kaia felt something she didn’t know she was missing.

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In case of emergency, DJ-SOM

Warnings: none! A/N: Dad!Charlie is back, and this time Riley’s pregnant! Hope you like it! Thank you to the Anon who expressed love for the series and for the push to finish this :) Comments from grateful readers make writers want to keep writing! Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece! In no way do I claim characters in this piece act this way in real life.

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In case of emergency, DJ-SOM

“I know Emerson’s smart, but you never said she was psychic either” Charlie chimed, reading over the lab results in Riley’s hand. 

Riley was indeed pregnant, three months to be exact. The baby would be due right before Emerson’s 8th Birthday. How the little genius knew that her mother was expecting was beyond them, but that was the least of their worries. They had never discussed how Emerson would feel about having a sibling. For the first 5 years of her life it was just the two of them. Charlie entered into her life at the age of six and even then was very hesitant about a new person being added into their family. 

“Should we keep the baby?” Riley panicked, spinning around to face Charlie, who was confused at her reaction.

“Are you crazy? Yes! We are not giving up this baby!” Charlie felt his heart rate spike at the mere suggestion. 

“We haven’t even talked to Emerson about potentially adding to the family” Riley bit her lip and crossed her arm over herself, something she did when she felt insecure.

“She’s going to love having a younger sibling. Plus we both agreed she’d be an awesome babysitter” Charlie pulled Riley closer and engulfed her in his arms. “It’s going to be fine. You’ll see. I’m sure she’s going to flip!”

***

“I don’t want a sibling”

The answer came as a shock and so did Emerson’s deadpanned reaction. The two parents felt their smiles falter in disbelief for what she had said. Riley looked at Charlie and he could see the panic rising in her eyes. He was so sure that Emerson wanted a sibling! They had discussed it in passing, but maybe Charlie understood her all wrong.

“Say that again Em? You don’t want a sibling?” he was careful in his words, emphasizing the negation in the phrase.

“Nope!” she continued to colour in her book on the table.

“Why not?” Riley asked, finding her footing in the conversation.

“Because then I’d have to share you. I don’t get a lot of time with you, so I don’t want to share you” this response made the two parents frown. It was true that lately they both had been very busy. Charlie had been engrossed in a new film and charity events for the Galapagos, while Riley was knee deep in release season. While someone was always around to be there with Riley, they hadn’t been truly there with her. The guilt was slowly starting to settle in. Riley gave Charlie a look to change the conversation, mother instincts kicking in. She didn’t want to bring up the topic, in fear that this could potentially cause an uproar in the house. Unfortunately, Charlie didn’t get the hint or chose to ignore Riley.

“Emmy, have you been feeling like we aren’t spending enough time with you?” Emerson nodded her head, continuing to colour. “Emerson, what did we say about eye contact during a conversation?” she gave out an exasperated sigh and slammed her crayon on the table, looking at her father. 

“Emerson,” her mother warned, a tone that she rarely used. Emerson took a deep breath, instantly regretting her actions. “Remember, you need to talk about how you feel”

“I’m sorry mommy. I’m sorry daddy” she whispered silently, head bowed. Charlie and Riley sat on either side of the little girl, both of them wrapping an arm around her.

“Tell us what’s going on baby” she giggled when Charlie started peppering her with kisses, ignoring her protests. Riley joined in on the teasing by tickling her sides, to which Emerson erupted in laughter. “There’s my baby girl!”

“You and mommy have been really busy and we haven’t been able to do fun things. You’re both always on your phones or in a meeting or at work... If I had a sibling then it would be like that all the time” her bright demeanour saddened the more she talked about their current situation. Riley took a deep breath, a slight nausea starting to creep up on her.

“We’re sorry that we have been making you feel this way Emmy. We love having fun with you too, but there are times when Mommy and I get really busy. We get super busy for a small period of time, so that we can have more free time with you” he kissed her head, giving her another squeeze. 

“Emmy does bring up a good point! I think Daddy and I haven’t been respecting boundaries, have we Em?” the little girl shyly nodded her head. She thought back to the recent times where they were supposed to be having family time, but they were still connected to their jobs in some shape or way. Riley got up and got a spare basket that had been lying around. Returning to the table, she grabbed a piece of paper that Emerson wasn’t coloring on and scribbled something down. When she was finished, she showed the two of them what she made.

“This is a work jail, where Daddy and I will put all of our stuff related to work into this basket.” Emerson’s face brightened instantly, hope filling her eyes. “The only condition is if the phone rings Mommy and Daddy have to answer it, okay Em?” she nodded eagerly and became more excited as her parents started to fill the basket with their technology. 

“Now how about we get your favorite for dinner?” Charlie winked at his daughter and Emerson’s eyes lit up with pure joy.

“You mean we’re getting sushi?!” she exclaimed.

***

Unfortunately, Riley’s pregnancy brought a lot of nausea spells and there were days that she couldn’t get out of bed. In addition, she felt exhausted all the time and because she wasn’t feeling well, she often wore Charlie’s clothes as she didn’t have it in her to shop for maternity ones. She gave all her maternity clothing away since she was young when she was pregnant with Emerson. They wouldn’t have fit her anyways!

On the other hand, Charlie was wrapping up his film as Riley got worse. He was able to be home a lot more to take care of her and distract Emerson. He had picked up a lot of the house chores that Riley normally did and Owen came over a lot to help out with Emerson. She wasn’t a hand full to take care of, but they hadn’t exactly told her what was going on with her mother. 

However, both parents forgot to take into account that Emerson was very smart and that she was trying to piece together all the information. She worried that her mother suddenly became unwell to the point where she wouldn’t climb out of bed. In addition, she found it weird that her father was cooking. Emerson was increasingly intrigued with the interesting food combinations that he was providing her with. She thoroughly enjoyed blueberries, peanut butter, pringles and eggs on her waffles, but she wasn’t sure about some of the other stuff. One morning, her father gave her a cinnamon bun for breakfast and plopped the hot sauce beside her. Another morning, he gave her a bowl of cereal and passed her the maple syrup that Grandmaman had sent them from Dieppe. 

“Emmy! I’m going now okay? I’ll be back by 3! Mommy’s upstairs resting and your snack and lunch are in the fridge!” Charlie called out from the door. Emerson quickly skipped over to give him a kiss and hug, sending him off to work. With a click, the house was quiet. Emerson gathered her books from the kitchen table and made her way upstairs to be with her mom.

“Mommy?” she knocked on the door softly. “Can I come and do my school stuff beside you?” she pressed her ear to the door and heard her mother say yes. Opening the door, she was engulfed in the familiar scent of her mom and dad, something that brought her calm and comfort. 

“Good morning baby, you going to do your school stuff while we snuggle?” Riley was propped up in bed wearing Charlie’s hoodie with their blankets on top. She had her laptop open on her lap and one earpod in, but she patted Charlie’s side of the bed. Emerson quickly took her up on the offer and bounced her way over, giving her mom a good morning kiss. “What are you learning about today?”

“I’m doing math first because I want to finish the book. Then I’m going to start the aquatic book daddy gave me. He said it counts as science” Riley smiled and kissed her daughter on the head, blown away by her intelligence. Emerson was seven going on eight and she could read small chapter books independently and knew her basic addition and subtraction. She always doubted as to whether or not homeschooling her was the best choice, but she realized that Emerson thrived on discovery learning. It also meant that they could indeed structure her core subjects a little differently than in the classroom. She was able to do her Ecuador unit for Social Studies in Ecuador when they visited the Galapagos. She did Phys Ed almost every morning with Charlie when they went for their morning runs. Emerson often liked to do one unit at a time and before she could move on to science, she was finishing up her unit on multiplication and division. 

People saw Emerson’s intelligence as odd or not normal, but Charlie and Riley embraced that side of their daughter. As they both sat in silence, completing their respective work, Riley couldn’t help but feel grateful for the life she was given. Sure the early pregnancy was tough, but Emerson was completely worth it. She was excited for this new baby would bring into their family and how they would be different from Emerson. After a while, Riley felt exhausted and layed down for a nap, knowing Emerson would continue to work on her school, but as she started to drift off, she felt a sudden wave of nausea. She quickly got up, which was a mistake as the blood rushed to her head, a sudden dizziness enveloping her. Tripping over the blankets in her rush to the bathroom accompanied with the dizziness and exhaustion, Riley fell to the floor, hearing Emerson’s voice before blacking out.

Emerson sat there in shock, confused at what just happened to her mom. She quickly darted off her side of the bed and over to her mother’s side, shaking her awake. She began to panic when her mom didn’t awake and grabbed her mom’s phone off the bedside. She kept taking deep breaths, something her father taught her to help center her mind. Realizing that she didn’t know the password to open her mother’s phone, she felt a hot prickling sensation creep up her back as she scavenged her mind for other ideas.

“Hey Siri!” she yelled, hearing the familiar ping “Call Charlie!”. Immediately, the phone began to call her father, but the phone went straight to voicemail. “Come on daddy! Pick up!” she stressed, trying again. After another failed attempt, she remembered what both of her parents said. “Okay Emerson, when there’s an emergency, DJ-SOM!” she repeated to herself. She worked hard with Siri to follow what her parents told her in the event of an emergency, still trying to get her mom to wake up. She kept her finger under her mom’s nose to make sure she was breathing and had her on her side.

“Hey Ry! How’s-”

“Uncle Owen! It’s Emerson! Mommy fell and isn’t waking up! Daddy isn’t picking up the phone! What do I do?” she screamed, starting to feel the tears brim her eyes.

“Emerson? I’m on my way. Call 9-1-1!” with that the line went dead and Emerson did as she was told. Her mother began to stir after the phone call, but she still seemed sleepy to Emerson. She read the information on the emergency card that was in her parents’ bedroom to the lady over the phone and told her the situation, including the fact that her Uncle Owen was on his way too. 

“Mommy? I’ve called the ambulance, they’re on their way” Riley mumbled something back at her but Emerson couldn’t quite understand. Then, she heard her uncle call out her name as he busted into the house. “We’re in Mommy’s room! It’s okay Mommy, Uncle Owen is here.” She held her mother’s hand tightly. Owen immediately came into the room and rushed to Riley’s side.

“Emmy, go stand at the front door. If you hear the ambulance sirens run to the side walk and wave them over” Emerson nodded at her uncle’s orders and did just that. Emerson was able to wave the ambulance over and they rushed into the house, but she wasn’t left alone as Savannah pulled into the driveway, taking care of Emerson. The two girls watched as Riley was carried out in the stretcher, Owen following closely behind them and on the phone. Emerson finally started to cry.

***

“Daddy?”

Charlie looked frantic as he ran into the Emergency Room Lobby, but as soon as he heard his daughter’s voice, he ran to scoop her up. He squeezed her tightly and she held onto him for dear life. Emerson began to recount to him what had happened and what she did, but it came out as a blubbering mess the more Emerson started to cry.

“Shhh, it’s okay baby. You did so good Emmy. You did such a great job baby” he cooed as she cried into his shoulder, scooping her up in his arms. He kissed her head and held her tighter, mouthing a thank you to Savannah, who smiled at him. It was then that he realized that Jeremy, Savannah and Owen were there, with Madison on the iPad as well. 

“Charlie, she’s fine. She just fainted from low blood sugar. They’re just finishing getting her set up in a room, they want to monitor her overnight” Owen hugged Charlie as he held Emerson. “You should be able to go see her”

“Yeah, I’ll pack up Emmy’s stuff. She ate lunch already, but she didn’t eat a lot” Jeremy suggested, rubbing the little girl’s back and patting Charlie’s. 

Savannah stood to give Emmy a kiss on the cheek. “I’m sorry Emmy, but I have to go to work now. Do you want to hold Auntie Maddi?” she asked, offering her the iPad. Emerson nodded and took the iPad away from her, waving and sniffling at Maddi over FaceTime.

“You’re one tough cookie, you know that Emerson? I’m so proud of you” complimented Madison over the device, something that made her smile. “Charlie, dude, you guys have raised a genius” Charlie smiled at Madison and kissed Emerson on the cheek. “I gotta go though, okay Emmy? Call me later?” the little girl nodded and gave her aunt a virtual kiss. Charlie gave his keys to Owen as Jeremy cleaned up Emerson’s area, and the two of them made their way to Riley.

To Charlie’s surprise, Riley looked completely fine other than the IV that was hooked into her arm. A nurse was checking her vitals and updating the chart when the two came in. “Mommy!” Emerson exclaimed and wiggled out of Charlie’s arms to get to her mother’s bedside. Charlie thanked the nurse as she excused herself, making his way over to his wife and kissing her on the forehead.

“How are you? How are you feeling? The baby?” concern was written all over Charlie’s features, scanning Riley for any more damage and holding her hand as Emerson climbed to sit beside her on the bed.

“Charlie I’m fine, everything’s fine, I promise” she kissed him on the cheek, squeezing his hand and rubbing Emerson’s back

“Baby?” The two widened their eyes and Charlie was at a loss for words. Riley took a deep breath and reached for a piece of paper that was on the bedside table. Emerson snuggled more into her mother’s side as she took the paper from her mother. On it was a picture of the ultrasound they had done to check on the baby, Emerson’s sibling.

“This is your baby brother. Mommy’s going to be having a baby, that’s why she hasn’t been feeling well.” Emerson tried to make sense of the white and grey blobs with the black foreground and read at the top of the page “BABY GILLESPIE” and “BOY” and “4 MONTHS”. She then pulled her mother’s blanket back a bit and saw the small bump on her mother’s abdomen. Hesitantly, she reached out and felt the soft but firm surface of her mother’s abdomen where her baby brother was growing.

“Does it hurt Mommy?” Riley giggled softly and shook her head no. “Have you been feeling unwell because of him?” tears lined her eyes in concern for her mother.

“A little bit, but I went through the same thing when you were growing in my tummy” she smiled softly as Emerson wiggled back into her arms, kissing her forehead as she did. Charlie sat on the bed next to them. Emerson buried her head in her mother’s side and both parents sat in silence observing her every move. After a moment or two Emerson mumbled something into her side.

“What was that Emmy? We couldn’t hear you” Charlie rubbed her back as she sat up properly taking a deep breath.

“I call dibs on naming the baby” her parents both burst into laughter hearing her response.

“That’s fair Em, but can Mommy and I call dibs on the second name?” Emerson contemplated for a moment and nodded her head. “It’s only fair she names him babe, she did save the both of you today”

“You did such a good job! Can you tell me what happened baby?” Riley gave her daughter a proud squeeze taking the paper from her and placing back on the bedside table.

“Well, I was doing Math and then you fell asleep, but then you got up real quick and jumped out of bed. At first, I thought you were joking, but then you didn’t wake up, so I asked Siri to call Daddy because I didn’t know your password” Charlie scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Sorry baby, Daddy was filming a scene” she shrugged her shoulders and continued on.

“So when Daddy didn’t answer, I remembered what Daddy said. In case of an emergency, DJ-SOM!” she beamed proudly as Charlie chuckled. When he gave her the acronym, it was in pure jest, but admittedly with some truth. He just wanted to make sure that she understood who to call in case she was in trouble.

“DJ-SOM?” Riley questioned, cocking an eyebrow at Charlie.

“In case of an emergency, Daddy said to call DJ-SOM. Daddy, Uncle Jer, Auntie Savannah, Uncle Owen and Auntie Madi. Uncle Owen picked up and Auntie Savannah met Uncle Owen at the house. Uncle Jer brought me lunch here and Auntie Madi helped me do my math and science while we waited for Daddy to show up”

In that moment, Charlie and Riley couldn’t have been more proud of Emerson. Sure, she was brilliant, but she was still a kid. Both of them knew that if they were her age, they surely wouldn’t have handled the situation all that well either. Charlie pulled Emerson into his lap and gave her a big squeeze. “I’m so proud of you baby. You’re going to be an awesome sister to your baby brother”

“Theo” she corrected her father, who gave her a confused look. “My brother’s name. It’s going to be Theodore so we can call him Theo or Grandmaman can call him Théo”.

“That’s a great name Emmy”

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i’m obsessed with charlie, riley, and emmy 🥺🥺 i just binge read everything and i love them so much 🥺 would you ever consider writing something about her getting a little sibling and meeting them ? ♥️

Awe! Thank you! I am actually working on a couple more pieces to add to that series, but a little sibling is in the works! I hope to have them up soon!!!

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I’m Right Here (Owen Joyner x Fictional Character

Warnings: anxiety attack and self-deprecation A/N: Sorry this one took so long! The fictional character has been shamed for her anxiety from her parents. The experience of an anxiety attack is based on the ones I have. It’s different for everyone. Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece! In no way do I claim characters in this piece act this way in real life.

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I’m Right Here

“Hey Jade! Wait up!” Jade was walking out of her trailer and on her way to her car, until she heard Owen call out for her. She paused and turned around to face the tall blonde, who stopped in front of her slightly out of breath. He bent slightly over his knees, catching his breath and still in costume.

“Aren’t you supposed to be filming a scene right now?” she cocked her eyebrow at him and rested a hand on her hip. They were on set filming for Julie and the Phantoms season 2, and Jade was brought in as a minor character as a part of Carrie’s posse. She didn’t have any major dialogues save the one or two quips her character had, so she was mostly there for the dance portions. That often meant she was able to leave set earlier or she had less days on set than others.

“Yeah, they’re setting up, but I wanted to catch you before heading out” Owen started to shift his weight from leg to leg and began to avoid eye contact. Jade felt butterflies in her stomach but immediately tried to suppress them, knowing that what she hoped was happening was probably not. She didn’t want to get her hopes up, only for them to be deflated. “You got any plans Tomorrow night?”

“Just snuggling with my dog and drinking wine while singing karaoke” she mentally facepalmed herself at her honesty. She just sealed the deal on being forever single. Owen fidgeted and the air between them became awkward, no thanks to Jade’s awkward confession.

“Listen, I was wondering, and you can totally say no, if you wanted to maybe go to dinner with me? That’s if dinner is something you do, not like eat, because I’m sure you eat dinner, but if you don’t I’m not judging you. I mean like dinner dinner, y’know?” the boy looked frazzled and a little desperate to stop his verbal diarrhea from making him look even stupider than he did in that current moment. 

“Like a date?” Jade hoped she wasn’t being too forward, but then again, a girl had to know. Owen gave her a sheepish smile and a nod yes, instantly filling her with excitement. “YES! Uhm... I mean sound great. I’d totally love- i mean like to go on a date with you” she blushed furiously, hoping she didn’t sound too desperate or too excited.

“Great! I’ll pick you up at 7?” she nodded and he smiled turning around and jogging back to set. Jade felt like she could fly or bench press a bus. She always tried to deny having feelings for him, but whenever she was asked she would stumble over her words and everyone instantly knew. Savannah and Tori often teased her about her feelings and pushed her to ask him out, but she was too nervous. Correction, she was too afraid to be rejected.

Jade never thought of herself as anything more than a plain and ordinary girl who happened to be able to dance well. She wasn’t overly pretty but she wasn’t hideous either, and there were very little standout qualities. Most people described her as quiet, mousy with a pretty smile, but nothing ever more than that. She believed she got it from her family as they too were described similarly. Her mother was a dentist and her father worked at a law firm. She was an only child and they have always lived a comfortable life, so naturally Jade never had any interesting stories to tell. She was just your average plain Jane.

The drive back to her apartment was full of joy and she blasted the music in her car as she drove, singing along to every tune. She was extremely excited to go on this date and her enthusiasm carried on as she bounced to her apartment door and inside. Placing her keys on the counter by the door, she went to her closet to pick out the best outfit. Looking at the array of clothing, she picked out a few and sent them to her co-stars/best friends for their opinions. Unfortunately, they both had different ideas as to what she should wear that night.

Sav: go for something cute and conservative! Southern boys like all American girls!

Tori: go for something a little sexy Cali girl. Like I’m a good girl but I’m also capable of being bad too

Sav: for the first date? Idk...

Tori: Sav, do you really think Owen is only about them all American girls? He was the one talking about how peaches were a brilliant emojis for butts

Sav: point taken.

Sav: go for something that best represents you!

Jade: a paper bag?

Tori: really?

Tori: you are more than just a paper bag J

Sav: we gotta go, Kenny’s calling places. I’m sure what you’ll pick will be fine! Send us a pic!

Jade frowned that her friends couldn’t chat longer to help her, but she knew she had to do this on her own. After filing through clothing, she finally found something she liked but noticed that she had spent an hour picking an outfit. Owen would be by in two hours, meaning that she had to speed up her process if she didn’t want to feel rushed!

 She slipped stepping into the tub to take a shower, smashing her elbow on the towel bar. She quickly tried to rub the pain as she cursed under her breath. She had no time to be clumsy! She started her shower up and gracefully hopped in this time, hoping to avoid any further injury. After doing her daily hygiene routine, she applied the hair mask and wrapped it up in a shower cap, applying her face mask right after. She noticed that her legs felt the slightest bit fuzzy and cursed herself for not shaving in the shower. Quickly glazing at her phone for the time, she slathered on shaving cream and attempted to shave her leg using her bathroom counter, which was a mistake. She slipped, nicking her leg on the way down, bumping her head against the wall too.

“It’s fine, you’re fine, not a big deal Jade” she comforted herself. “Stick a Band-Aid on it and just wear jeans!”

She began to wash out the hair and facemask, making a mental note to patch herself up after. As she patted her face dry, she opened the medicine cabinet to grab a Band-Aid, when the lights shut off. Fumbling around for her phone, she quickly turned on the flashlight to find a Band-Aid and her bathrobe. Slipping on the robe, she made her way to the apartment breaker. Nothing had tripped on the breaker panel, but the power in her suite was completely shut off.

“That’s fine! You’ll just have to go with your natural curls instead of spicing things up with a straightener!” she could already feel the nauseous and claustrophobic feeling in her chest creep up on her, but she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Now was not a good time for her to have an anxiety attack. She had an hour and fifteen minutes before Owen came. Plenty of time... right?

Making her way over to her closet, she began to look for another outfit that would look good with the jeans that she had picked out. She tried on top after top, but nothing seemed to fit right. Giving a huff in frustration, she sat on the bed to take a deep breath. She had to get going if she was going to have enough time to do her makeup, but it seemed like life had other plans. All of a sudden, the fire alarm in the complex went off, indicating that everyone was being asked to evacuate. She jumped at the noise and quickly threw on a sweater, grabbing her passport, wallet, documents and phone before exiting the building with the other residents. 

It turned out to be a fire drill that was scheduled to happen last week, but Jade had completely forgotten about it. They all had to stand outside while the fire marshal cleared the building and checking the safety of it. By the time Jade had made her way back into the building and up to her suite, she had 30 minutes before Owen came over. She hated the outfit she was wearing, her hair was a mess due to the wind outside and she had no makeup on!

The feeling in her chest increased gradually as she rushed around the house, doing her best to multitask. The power came back on when she entered the suite, so she tried straightening her hair as the curls were a mess, but she underestimated her multitasking skills. She burnt herself multiple times as she tried to do her makeup and hair at the same time. It didn’t help that the bottom half of her hair was straight and the bottom half wasn’t, and her eyeliner was uneven. Looking at herself in the mirror stressed her out even more, so she washed her face and decided to restart. The alarm on her phone notified her that Owen would be at the door in 5 minutes, and that’s when everything bubbled over. Looking at her messy face, half done hair, wet shirt and jeans, she sniffled until the tears welled over. She sank to the bathroom floor feeling like an idiot. No normal person would be this upset over their appearance, so why was she? Would Owen think she was weird because of this? Would he even want to go out with her? Her breathing increased and she started to feel her ensuite close in on her, signaling a full blown anxiety attack.

Jade wasn’t comfortable talking about her anxiety. Her parents often made her feel like she was overreacting or seeking attention whenever they happened, but they never understood that if Jade had the choice, these things wouldn’t get to her. This feeling that you need to escape, but you don’t have the energy so you’re just a buzzing ball sitting in a deep dark hole. She would often cry during her attacks, ashamed that she lost control and ashamed that she got to this place. Her friends would tell her to seek professional help for it, but she waved them off knowing that if she did see someone, it would make things worse between her and her parents. She loved them a lot and often sought for their approval, and doing this would work against the hard work she put in to make them proud.

“Jade?...unlocked...hope that’s okay?... helloo?....dead?.... Jade?”

“Jade? Hey... Hey you’re okay...”

“Jade? It’s Owen.”

“Squeeze my hand if you hear me”

“Okay good. I want you to breathe with me”

“You’re doing great”

“That’s it”

“Breathe in for five, out for five”

“In five”

“Out five”

The murkiness of the voice became clearer and clearer as she regained control of her breathing. She began to feel a warmth enveloping her and holding her firmly. She wasn’t in the bathroom anymore but rather on the sofa in her living room with the balcony door open, letting in a cool breeze. 

“Jade?” She focused her attention on the blonde boy who sat beside her, his arm currently wrapped around her and the other holding her hand. “Hey” his smile was warm and understanding, but Jade couldn’t help the tears that came to her eyes. Seeing this, Owen knew immediately what was happening. Before the apology left her lips, Owen had already began to speak.

 “You have nothing to apologize for... Is this the first time?” She bowed her head sadly, wiping away the tears and shaking her head no. In this moment, she felt like a little kid getting into trouble, bracing herself for the disappointment she caused.

“Listen, I know how you feel. Your anxiety? Your panic? I feel it every day. You don’t have to be ashamed in front of me. Hell, you shouldn’t have to feel ashamed in front of anyone. Everyone goes through this right? Well obviously, in their own ways and not like you and me, but I think you get the point” his rant elicited a small chuckle from the girl. “Want to talk about it?”

Jade nodded her head, feeling comfortable around him. She recounted her struggles since getting home to the razor to the power to the fire drill up until their current moment. Owen was silent and attentive the entire time, hanging on to every word that came from her mouth.

“I mean, I’m flattered that you put in all this work to go on a date with me, but seriously, and I’m not saying this to like get on your good side or anything, but you don’t need all the makeup and stuff. You’re pretty pretty on your own” she smiled at his comment, grateful for the compliment as it made her feel better.

“Thanks, I’m sorry I ruined our date” he scoffed and shook his head, moving to the kitchen counter picking up the flowers he had brought for her.

“I was going to give these to you at the door, but seeing as the plans have changed, you should probably take them and put them in some water?” she blushed at the gesture and took them gratefully from him. As she puttered around the kitchen for some sort of vase, he tapped away on his phone. “Do you like pizza?”

“Owen, I LOVE pizza” he grinned back at her and tapped a couple more times on his phone. “What are you doing?”

“Bringing date night to us.” he replied simply, locking his screen and plopping down on the couch, clicking through the apps on the TV. “Alright, so you’re gonna show me your favorite musical and I will show you mine”

Jade thought that in order to make a good impression on a first date, you had to look perfect. Owen that night helped her see that when two people like each other, Pizza and Musicals are all you need on a first date.

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