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Chapter Thirteen

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you’ve gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you’re far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can’t seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they’d do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Warnings: language and smut 😈

Word count: 3.4K

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You hadn’t slept well that night, mind full of things you didn’t know how to describe. It left you restless and irritable when you should have been focusing on getting stronger. You tried to tell yourself that your strength would come more readily with a good night’s sleep, but every time you relaxed enough to dip into unconsciousness, you were kissing Yoongi again. Except when you pulled back to see how sweetly he smiled at you, believing you might deserve it, only to see Joaquin’s face twisting back at you, holding you close as he whispered “mio, mio, mio.” You woke up to angry tears on your face, evidence of the rage you couldn’t escape. You looked at the clock to see that it was just before 5 am. You’d only gotten a few hours of sleep at most. Swearing under your breath, you got out of bed and headed to the lounging area by the pool. It was barely dawn, but you hoped you’d find Jungkook there as you had so many other mornings. “Fight me,” you demanded without preamble. Jungkook turned to look at you, startled by your presence. Maybe he had fallen asleep here last night, it was too dark to know for sure at this distance, but it didn’t matter. He’d be waking up soon anyway and you needed an opponent.

“Good morning to you, too,” he grumbled without malice. “Aren’t you exhausted after last night?”

“Last night is only proof that I need more training,” you shot back, impatient.

“It’s too early for you to be this feisty,” Jungkook said, though more to himself than to you as he adjusted his position, getting more comfortable on the outdoor chaise he was lounging on.

“Hoseok only got hurt because of my involvement with Bangtan.” You took some deep breaths, forcing your mind away from all the memories that made you feel the most guilty. Once you felt collected, you joined him at the end of the chaise, putting a tentative hand on his knee and making him gaze up at you. You tried to convey everything you didn’t know how to say as you met his eyes and said, “Please.”

Jungkook paused, considering. “Yoongi won’t like it.” Jungkook noticed the unwelcome shiver run down your spine at the mention of Yoongi. He furrowed his brow wondering what that could be about, but ultimately deciding it wasn’t his business to ask. He sighed, relenting, “Fine, let’s go.”

To his shock, you flung forward to hug him. “Thank you, Jungkook,” you whispered against his shoulder.

It was Jungkook’s turn to get a chill as he fought the urge to pull you all the way on top of him. He cleared his throat, “Yeah, yeah, but we’re going easy, okay? I’m not trying to give you any more injuries or have you on bedrest like Hoseok.”

“I’m fine,” you groaned, pulling away. “Sure you are.” That earned him a punch in the arm.

“Fuck,” he winced, rubbing his arm. “That shit hurts. On second thought, I don’t think you need my help at all.”

“There’s worse for you in store if you don’t help me.” “Threats to the innocent,” Jungkook whined, playfully, getting up and stretching out his arms. “Oh, how far we’ve fallen.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re hardly innocent,” you chastised, but the smile on your face was genuine. Jungkook had that effect on you. Being with him was fun and carefree, and while you still wanted to spar, the stomach-gnawing feelings of rage and worry and guilt had subsided and now you wanted to fight Jungkook for an entirely different reason: just because you could. Jungkook noticed the shift in your demeanor and while he still didn’t understand the throws of your mood, he enjoyed seeing the heights of it. He crouched slightly, like he had heard a sudden noise, causing you to stand in alarm like you might have missed something. After a moment’s hesitation, he shouted “Race you!” and sprinted off to the gym, giggling to himself that he managed to get a head start. “Carajo tu madre, Jungkook! I’ll kill you!” You shouted after him, laughing as you chased him. Jungkook squeed, “I know! That’s why I needed the head start!”

When you reached the gym, Jungkook was nowhere to be found. You had definitely seen him go in, so you scanned the room for possible hiding spots.

“Gotcha!” Jungkook shouted, grabbing you from behind. You squeaked, your smile broad and your heart light, allowing him to pick you up like you were nothing. You pretended to strain against him, kicking your feet out and wiggling like a little kid as he stomped about, bellowing, “I win! I win! I got the mighty Y/n!”

You didn’t register the use of your real name. To be honest, this might have been the most yourself you felt in your whole life. You were free, straining against him, knowing you could get away if you wanted, but also knowing there was no threat in this moment whatsoever. Your belly ached with laughter as Jungkook clumsily toppled on top of you, pinning you under his arms, grinning ear-to-ear as he teased, “That was easier than I thought.” “Oh yeah?” You said, staring up into the twinkling night sky of his eyes. You couldn’t help the extra giggle that escaped you when you realized that this man covered in piercings and tattoos was probably the least intimidating person alive. How did they even let him into Bangtan? Your giggles trickled slowly until the reality of Jungkook being in the inner circle of one of the most powerful gangs in America was so ridiculous that your laughter burst forth like a broken dam. Jungkook pouted, clearly confused by your manner which only proved to further your ruckus. As you began to catch your breath, you wrapped your foot behind Jungkook’s and planted your other foot firmly on the ground, lifting your hips as you held his arms against you. The look of shock on his face as he lost his balance and you gained your position on top of him was exhilarating. Jungkook stared breathlessly up at you, awestruck by your strength even when he knew you weren’t really trying. He had never seen you this way before, your hair hung wildly around your face, your brown eyes soft and inviting, but also daring him to try to best you. He couldn’t. You had already taken the best of him and if he had to do it over, he would give it to you again and again. “You’re hard,” You observed, almost teasing as you leaned back and intentionally gave a little swirl of your hips.

Jungkook was flushed, surrendered, totally at your mercy, “Yeah,” he breathed. Looking back, you’ll never know what came over you as you continued to rub yourself against him. You were both wearing athletic shorts; the cloth left little to the imagination as you continued to move against him, earning a hiss from Jungkook as his hands gripped onto your thighs. You removed them gently, pinning them up over his head as you leaned down to kiss him.

His mouth parted easily, letting you take what you wanted as you grinded against him. You smiled against his lips, loving the way you could do as you pleased. You let go of his hands so you could caress his face, tilting his head back so you could take even more control of his mouth. This time, he bucked his hips against you, unable to hold back any longer.

When you pulled back, he was afraid he had done too much, breaking the spell between you. But instead, you traced your hand slowly down his chest, intrigued by how his nipples were hardened under his shirt. You leaned back, sneaking your hand underneath the hem of his shirt to feel the smooth skin of his stomach twitch under your touch. There was a glint of mischief in your gaze as Jungkook locked eyes with you, your hand tracing small circles below his belly button.

“I wanna fuck you,” the words came out of your mouth easily, without hesitation or fear of consequence. You weren't thinking about anything else. You couldn't think about anything else. Not with this beautiful man underneath you and willing to do whatever you pleased. There was an underlying something in everything you did, part of you knowing that a shift was happening inside you but the other part not ready to make sense of it yet. None of this had to do with sense anyway. Not that sense would have mattered when something far more important was trying to burst its way forward. This was a feeling you never had before and you didn’t want it to stop. “C-condoms,” Jungkook choked out, trying to keep his rational brain functioning for just a bit longer while you were on top of him. “In the drawer,” he pointed to the other side of the room. You stood up in one swift motion, leaving Jungkook aching to have you pressed against him again. With your back turned toward him, you instructed, “I want you naked.” Jungkook shuffled to his feet and stumbled out of his clothes while you grabbed a condom. When you turned, you were shocked by the contours of his body. He was beautiful in a way that made sculptors see angels in unscathed marble. He walked over to you, leaning over as he pressed you up against the dresser. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you speechless,” Jungkook teased, moving your hair away from the side of your neck and pressing soft kisses there.

“Sometimes words aren’t enough,” you huffed, keening towards his lips and allowing your eyes to close. With the tips of his fingers he traced down your opposite arm to the hand that was holding the condom. He took it from you gently, stepping back to put it on quickly and dropping the wrapper to the floor. You wiggled out of your shorts, not caring about pretense or being sexy. You were wet enough already and if you were being completely honest, you wanted the ache.

“Fuck me, Jungkook,” you said, arms wrapping around him as he placed himself between your legs.

“Gladly.”

You moaned as he slid inside, not expecting the thickness of his cock. It was exactly what you needed, making you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer. You wanted deeper, you wanted closer, you wanted more. Jungkook held you against the wall like you were nothing, his hands gripped your ass as he watched you come apart on his cock. You were lost to the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out, making your whole body tingle as you went limp in his arms, overwhelmed by everything Jungkook was giving you. He was elated seeing you like this, wanted to do everything to keep you like this. He kept his rhythm steady, hiking you up further so that he could hit the spot you loved most over and over. You whined, owlish eyes blinking up at him as he kissed the top of your forehead. Had sex ever felt like this? You didn’t know sex could feel like this. Looking up at Jungkook, you could only focus on how good you were feeling and how much you never wanted it to end. Any insecurity or doubt or complication had long since been gone. When had you stopped caring? When he started fucking you? When you kissed him? When you pinned him to the ground? No, no, no. When you had laughed. It was when you had laughed. It was when, at the very core of your being, you had opened yourself up to Jungkook and he had seen joy that you didn’t know you had. It was then that the dam had opened to a new part of who you are and as his movements picked up pace, you felt that dam about to break again. “Jungkook, I’m-I’m going to come,” you husked out, barely able to form words. Jungkook kissed you, holding nothing back as his tongue found yours. Your nails were digging into his shoulders, as you panted against each other but he didn’t seem to care. He wrapped you tightly with one arm, still keeping you pressed against him and his free hand found your clit and started rubbing it. “You’re fucking incredible, Y/n,” Jungkook breathed heavily, muscles tight to keep you steady as he drew back to fuck you deep and slow, letting his cock glide deliciously over your folds, each thrust leaving you breathless. “So pretty, so beautiful,” and he was kissing you again, pressing aggressive circles on your clit until you came, moans causing you to open your mouth so Jungkook could lick inside at his leisure. As you came down from your high, Jungkook placed you gingerly back on the ground. His arms were shaking from the strain of holding you up, but it was worth it to see the ecstasy on your face when you came.

You felt revitalized. Unstoppable. Or at least until your feet hit the ground and you immediately lost your balance. Jungkook laughed, good-naturedly, feeling high off the moment. “I bet I could beat you in a fight now.” “I doubt that,” you challenged despite your legs feeling wobbly beneath you. You looked at his still hard cock, thick, glistening, and leaking, and you raised a mischievous eyebrow.

Jungkook followed your gaze and covered his cock with his hands, “Leave him out of it. He has nothing to do with this.”

You took a menacing step forward, aching to have him back inside you, causing Jungkook to fall backwards due to his own jelly-legs. “He has everything to do with this,” you countered, straddling him and placing his still stiff cock back into your pussy.

It was your turn to be rewarded with a moan from Jungkook.

"Oh, fuck yes, Y/n. You feel so good," Jungkook panted. "You're perfect."

You clenched around him, still sensitive from your orgasm as you circled your hips experimentally. You looked down to Jungkook who had completely surrendered to your control, eyes closed and features soft as you worked yourself up and down his shaft, drawing out the most wonderful sounds from him. “Do you still want to leave him out of it?” you giggled, picking up pace to create more friction. You didn’t allow time for a response as you leaned down to kiss him, rougher this time, biting his bottom lip and earning a long groan from him as you felt his cock twitch inside you. You wondered if you could come again. Wondered if it mattered. Jungkook held tight to you, thrusting himself deep into your pussy as he chased his high. He was easily the thickest cock you had ever taken, never failing to hit you just right every time he pushed his hips up into you. You let go of some control, loving the way he held you against his chest as you pushed back some sweaty pieces of hair off of Jungkook’s forehead, he started to whine incoherently, pulling away from your kiss. His eyes went from clenched shut to wide open like he wanted to take in everything about you. You could feel him approaching his climax by the way he twitched inside you and to be honest, it was hard to hold yourself back from another orgasm too. He held the side of your face, caressing it and locking eyes with you as you came undone again, pussy tightening around Jungkook to the point he could no longer hold back. “Oh, fuck,” Jungkook groaned, letting his head hit the floor. There was a flash of desire in his eyes as he began breathing heavier, hops stuttering and condom filling up inside you. You pulled yourself off to the side, allowing him to pull the condom off of himself. His chest was rising and falling with noticeable effort as he tried to calm his breathing. You glanced down at his softening cock, no longer seeming as impressive as it did a few moments ago. Some cum was still leaking down the side, tempting you to bend over and just... "You’re a menace,” Jungkook chided, pulling your mouth off of his cock by your hair. “How am I supposed to keep up with you?” “You can’t,” you grinned. “Is that at least enough of a workout for you?” Jungkook asked, breathing still heavy. “Maybe,” you tried to maintain the same playfulness from before, but his remark reminded you of your reality. You still felt safe, but the freedom you had just moments ago was making way for your usual anxieties. You cuddled up against Jungkook, pulling at your shirt to cover more of yourself. You were suddenly feeling vulnerable despite the fact that he was the only one completely naked. Jungkook sensed your change and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your hair. “You didn’t sleep well last night, did you?” You shook your head against his chest as he began to rub your back. “Why don’t we put our clothes back on and you can sleep in my bed? It’s still early enough, and after last night, no one would be suspicious if we slept in a couple hours. Plus, I have an ensuite bathroom if you want to wash up.”

You didn’t see any reason to deny him and truth be told, you didn’t want to be alone right now. Jungkook looked at the way you picked up your shorts off the ground, like they were evidence of some horrific crime. He wondered if you regretted what had happened between the two of you. That notion didn’t seem to fit right with Jungkook. He wasn’t the smartest in the group by a long shot, but he definitely had a good intuition. Instead of questioning your feelings, he asked, “Would you rather wear my clothes?”

You froze where you were, not knowing how to take the act of intimacy. Was it possessive? Controlling? Now that you had sex with Jungkook, did he think you belonged to him too? “You don’t have to,” Jungkook added quickly, fumbling into his shorts. “I just thought it might be comforting, or something, I don’t know.” He scratched the back of his head absently. “I’m just saying what’s mine is yours is all.” What’s mine is yours. You wrinkled your nose at the expression, trying to decipher it. Everyone in your life had assumed what was yours was theirs. You weren’t even sure if what was yours was yours. You looked to Jungkook, eyes pleading, “You called me Y/n, you know, during.” “Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” the apology was immediate and you knew he meant it. He covered his mouth in shock and looked at his feet, “I really shouldn’t have done that. I’m so sorry, Val.” Except Val wasn’t yours. Your eyes stung as you glanced down at your chest. That wasn’t yours either. You swallowed, clutching your shorts in your hand and trying to figure out how you had any sense of freedom to be yourself when you had no self at all. You felt the lump in your throat, telling yourself that you’re not the type to cry only to realize that you’re not the type of anything. “Hey,” Jungkook was next to you, shirt back on and fully clothed as he rested his hand gingerly on your shoulder. “I’m not going to pretend I know what you’re feeling right now, but I do know that I’m honored you showed me who you are just now. I don’t know how to explain it, Val, but I must have called you by your real name because it was the first time I felt like I was seeing you. You had no defenses. Not like you were defenseless, that much you made clear.” This earned a small, hiccupy laugh from you as you tried, and failed, to stop the tears from running down your cheeks. “You were just a pure essence of who you are. And I’m not talking about the sex. Well, not just about the sex. I mean everything. I feel like I get glimpses of it here and there. Every time you bust my balls mainly. But this morning, you didn’t hold back and I don’t know, maybe it’s selfish, but I don’t want you to feel like you should ever have to hold back again.” You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. The dam was about to break again, but this time you wouldn’t let it happen.

“Do you want to go to your room to get a change of your own clothes?” Jungkook asked softly.

You nodded, not wanting to look at him. Jungkook smiled warmly at you, patting the top of your head to comfort you. “Can I still sleep in your bed though?” you asked, voice smaller than you had ever known it to be. Was this clinginess a part of who you were too?

“Of course,” Jungkook responded, placing a small kiss on top of your head.

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sopebubbles · 2 years

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Chapter Five

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you've gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you're far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can't seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they'd do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Warnings: HEAVY angst, mentions of human trafficking, violence, implied sexual assault, talking about past physical and emotional abuse, speaking about forced drug use, Taehyung (and Hoseok) being a dumb ass

Extra Warning:

There's implied sexual assault during this chapter as well as mentions of physical abuse--if anyone wants to skip this chapter, I'll give a summary of what happens later this week. If you do choose to read, please pay attention to the ❌ you will see. That's when the material of the story will be the most sensitive. When it is "safe" to read you will see ✅. Please note that a lot of this au involves Y/n understanding and dealing with her trauma. Please make your mental health a priority and engage with this media in a way that makes you feel most comfortable.

Word count: 6.7K

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Jungkook did as he was told, as usual. After catching a couple hours of shut eye, he rolled out of bed while it was still dark and drove over to your apartment. He'd been there once with Taehyung while you were at work and he was just able to find his way back, even in the dark. The eastern sky was just starting to lighten up when he parked in front of the building next to yours. He leaned his head back against the rest and fought the urge to close his eyes.

Luckily, he didn't have to wait long before you came out. He couldn't help the small laugh that escaped his lips when he saw you walk right past him carrying a duffle bag that looked as if it weighed as much as you did. Still, you didn't seem to be struggling under it. He waited a minute to let you get ahead down the street, before he flipped his car around and followed your direction. Two blocks away he saw you standing at a bus stop, bag on the ground and hands in the pockets of your acid wash skinny jeans. He didn't see a bus in sight, so he hung a left turn and circled the block before parking once again far enough down the street that he could see you without you noticing him. The sky continued to lighten its hues as he watched you.

Jungkook could see why Taehyung was initially attracted to you. You were clearly pretty with your tan skin that was a bit darker than Taehyung's own shade of sun kissed California tan. You released your hair from its bun and it fell in soft, dark waves down your back. As you combed your fingers through the strands, he found himself wondering what it would be like to have his hands in your hair, and he felt himself twitch in his pants before he stopped himself from following that path. He had to focus. You held yourself differently now from how you did the times he'd seen you before last night. You couldn't have gotten much sleep if any, yet you looked entirely alert. Sure, you weren't aware of him, but you seemed entirely aware of your surroundings otherwise. Your posture was ready for anything, and it spoke of an untold strength that wasn't apparent at first glance. He was sure now that you were much stronger than you looked. That would explain how you took down that "fucking monster" —Hoseok's words—last night.

Ten minutes later, a bus came down the street from behind him and pulled to a stop up the block where you were waiting. Jungkook watched as you hoisted up your bag and stepped into the bus. When the bus moved on he let several cars pass between them before he pulled out to follow it. A bus wasn't hard to keep track of, but it would be suspicious to stay too close, so he tried to keep his distance. Eventually, you got off across the street from the greyhound station, and Jungkook parked the car once again.

The sun had come up over the horizon by then and it was already starting to heat up. The station wasn't too busy this early in the morning. Jungkook watched you walk inside, hoping you'd pick a bus that would leave soon so he could go home and sleep. His hopes were satisfied when you came out on the terminal side a few minutes later. You dropped your bag to the ground at the last terminal closest to him and shifted anxiously on your feet, periodically looking around you or down at the ticket clutched tight in your hands.

Jungkook looked up the bus schedule on his phone to check the details and called Namjoon, who answered after two rings.

"Anything?"

"She's doing what you said. She's at the station waiting for a bus to Phoenix. Should be here any minute," Jungkook informed his boss.

There was an audible sigh on the other end and Jungkook thought it almost sounded like relief. "Good. Stay there until she goes, just to be sure."

"Why do you care so much that she goes?" Jungkook wondered.

"She said she would go, and I think it's for the best, for Taehyung, for us, and for her, too. She said some things last night…it's best if she's out of LA, trust me."

"Sure, Joon."

"Thanks, Jungkook."

"Yeah, I just do-"

"Jungkook?" Namjoon asked after the man on the other end went silent for too long.

"Something's happening," Jungkook mumbles.

"What is it?"

"A black escalade just pulled up to the terminal and some huge mother fucker got out. He's talking to Val."

"What is she doing?"

"She doesn't look happy to see him, that's for sure."

"Are they talking?"

Jungkook chuckled. "She's definitely mouthing off to him."

"So not a friend?"

"I'm pretty sure he just showed her his gun. Shut her up. And now she's walking to his car."

"Damn."

"What's going on, Joon?"

"Can you tell me anything about the guy?"

Jungkook squinted to try to catch any details as the man escorted you back to his vehicle. "Mexican, I think. Big as a fucking tank. Didn't know they made Armani suits that big."

"Damn,” Namjoon said again, harsher this time.

"You got any ideas?"

"Yeah. You think they looked friendly at all?" Namjoon wondered.

"Definitely not. Especially not how he just shoved her inside the car."

"I need you to follow them, Jungkook. You think you can do that?"

"Yeah I'm on it."

"Keep your distance, though. This could get dangerous."

Jungkook smirked. "Dangerous is my middle name."

"That's not encouraging, Kookie. Just keep track of them and call me in a bit."

Jungkook sighed as he started to follow the large SUV with dark tinted windows. As they traveled further west, he was glad he'd filled the tank up this morning before he went after you. It wasn't easy to follow them and remain inconspicuous while they wove through traffic at 90 miles an hour, but Jungkook managed to keep up. Just where the hell were they taking you? Finally, he called Namjoon after he'd followed the escalade off the I-10.

"Where are you?" The leader asked without a greeting.

"I'm in fucking Malibu."

"Damn. Have they stopped?"

"No, but- god damn it!" Jungkook pulled over and stopped the car, smacking his hand against the steering wheel.

"What happened?"

"They just drove into a gated community. Where the fuck are they taking her?" Jungkook could see the big mansions beyond the wall, but there was no way to get to them, and it caused a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"Alright. Come home, babe. I don't wanna risk you out there."

"What do you mean, hyung? What's going on? Who has her?"

Namjoon sighed tiredly on the other end. "It's La familia, and I think they're taking her to Joaquin Moreno's house."

"What the fuck? Why? And how do you know?"

"She told me last night that she…was familiar with them, in the past. That's why she was running, but she didn't run fast enough."

Jungkook didn't know why anxiety was bubbling in his chest for a girl he didn't even know, but he couldn't keep it down and it showed in his voice when he spoke. "That guy's a fucking psycho, hyung. We can't leave her there."

"Look, I know. But there's nothing we can do right now. Just come home."

"Has Taehyung come back yet?"

Namjoon sighed again. "He just pulled up."

"He's gonna be fucking pissed."

"That's an understatement. Look, I'm not telling him anything right now."

Jungkook nodded to himself. "Good call. I'm gonna go back to her place and see if she makes it home tonight."

"Jungkook, you don't have to do that."

"Yeah, but you kinda want me to, don't you?"

There was a pause as the leader hesitated on the other end. "Yeah. Yeah, go ahead. Thanks."

Jungkook couldn't help a smirk. "There's something about her, huh?"

Namjoon breathed a laugh. "Yeah. I'm glad you see it too."

"Yeah. We're all totally fucked now," Jungkook chuckled.

"Be careful out there," Namjoon warned, his words heavy with affection.

"Dont worry about me, Joonie. Good luck with Tae."

Jungkook hung up the call and shifted the car into gear. If he was going to spend all day waiting for you, he was going to need some food.

The front door of the mansion slammed shut, rattling some of the fixtures on the walls.

"She fucking left, hyung! Can you believe that? She just fucking left me sleeping. Not even a goodbye!" Taehyung shouted, walking straight into Namjoon's office just as he was hanging up his phone call with Jungkook.

"What's that?" Seokjin looked pointedly at the teddy bear hanging from Taehyung's left hand.

"A goddamn parting gift, I guess." The younger man tossed the stuffed toy to the floor like he didn't care, but his eyes lingered on it. He looked back up at the other two men, who looked between him and the plushie. After an awkward moment he bent down to pick it up again. "If I could get her back, I'd fucking kill her for leaving me," Taehyung muttered as he brushed it off.

Namjoon put his hands in his pockets with an annoyed sigh, "I'm sure she had a good reason for leaving."

"Why? Why are you taking her side?" Taehyung held back.

"I'm not. But I saw her last night and she was scared. Maybe she had no other choice."

"No other choice? She had me. I can protect her. Now that she knows everything, I can do anything to protect her." He raked a shaking hand through his disheveled hair. He looked like shit after his clothes spent all night on your floor and after getting barely any sleep. His red eyes shot up to stare at his leader, the man he knew as his own brother since they'd been raised together after the death of Taehyung's parents. "Do you know where she went? You talked to her last night. Did she tell you where she's going?"

"She didn't say. She just said she had to go, and that you shouldn't stop her." It wasn't easy to lie to Taehyung, but Namjoon didn't want to find out what he would do if he knew where you were now.

"So you knew she was going to leave me and you didn't even tell me?" Taehyung's tired features twisted with betrayal.

"Tae, what was I supposed to do? If she wants to leave, that's her choice. You'll have to accept it."

"It's alright, Taehyung-ah. More fish in the sea, right?" Seokjin tried to calm him down.

"I'll find her." Taehyung turned, determined, even if he knew he'd already lost too much time. He dug his hand in his pockets for his keys.

"No. You won't. Go upstairs and take a shower. Spend the day in. Get some rest. I don't need you out on the streets getting reckless right now." Namjoon's voice was firm, but it only fueled his rage.

"You may be in charge of this organization, hyung-nim, but you don't control me," Taehyung answered through gritted teeth.

Namjoon leveled the younger man with a stare that had helped him gain his reputation as a fearsome ganglord. "I told you to tell her what was going on weeks ago, especially with all this going on with the triads, so that you could keep her safe. You didn't, and she got caught in the middle. And now Zhang and his men are dead too. So right now, Seokjin and I have to go do some damage control. And I need you to keep your ass in this house and not cause anymore fucking problems right now. Got it?"

Taehyung couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't get him into trouble, so he just grumbled under his breath and walked away to his room.

It had still been pretty early in the morning when Jungkook left Malibu with a pit in his stomach. Around 2pm he started to regret his decision to wait at your place to see if they'd bring you back. What if they kept you? What if they'd already killed you? He should have stayed. He was lost in thought when a car pulled up next to him and the door opened to let someone out, so he was surprised when he saw it was Hoseok knocking on the glass of the passenger side door. He quickly got in after Jungkook unlocked it. Whoever had dropped him off was already gone.

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook mumbled.

"I was with the boss and Seokjin for a meeting, but I wanted to keep you company." Hoseok slipped an energy drink into the cup holder. "Nothing yet?"

"Nada," Jungkook replied with an ironic smile before he cracked the can open with a satisfying pop.

"Can you believe this? We've managed to avoid La familia for all these years and now we're getting wrapped up, all because of Taehyung."

"We're not wrapped up." Jungkook didn't look at his hyung while he talked, eyes scanning the streets.

"Yeah, then what are you doing here?" Hoseok gave him a suspicious look, but the younger man ignored it.

"I just wanna see if she comes back alive, that's all."

"And if she doesn't?"

"I don't know."

"And if she does?"

"I don't know, man! But Namjoon is suspicious and-"

"And you just wanna see her again," Hoseok smirked.

Jungkook pushed his head back against the rest. "It's not like that!"

"No, I get it. Really. Val's fucking nuts and that's hot. Crazy girls always have the best sex. But they're nothing but trouble and we've got enough of that." Hoseok helped himself to some of Jungkook's chips he'd been munching on to keep himself awake. "But you know, if she comes back, she's still Taehyung's girl."

"Shut up."

"I'm just saying, man! Don't set your eyes on her, cause-"

"No. Shut up. That's their escalade," Jungkook informed him, nodding to the large vehicle that had stopped in front of Yn's apartment building.

For a moment nothing happened. Then quickly the car door opened and Val tumbled out. A second later her duffle bag was thrown in the ground at her feet. Then the door closed again and idled there. She gave her middle finger to whoever was inside and then scooped up her bag before going toward the gate. Once she made it past the entrance, the driver of the SUV floored it and sped down the road, tires screeching.

"Well, she's alive. You ready to go home or you wanna shoot your shot?" Hoseok asked around a mouthful of chips.

Jungkook glared at his hyung from the corner of his eye. "Did you really come here just to bust my balls?"

"Pretty much." Hoseok grinned childishly.

"Where did she go?" Jungkook looked frantically around. There was no way you could be inside already, but you were nowhere to be seen. His pulse quickened as Hoseok began looking closely, too. Both men jumped, simultaneously reaching for their weapons when you opened the rear door behind Hoseok and threw your bag inside. You climbed in after it and shut the door loudly, both men looking at you with wide eyes and raised guns.

"Take me to Kim Namjoon."

"What happened? Is she-" Namjoon stopped short when he caught sight of you walking into his living room once again.

"I'm alive, for now," you grumbled, coming to a stop a few feet from him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Val?" Taehyung's voice cut through to you, and you couldn't stop yourself from turning to him, as much as you didn't want to. Whatever had happened since you left him in the morning, your feelings toward him hadn't changed. If anything you felt farther from him than ever. Less capable of loving him. Nevertheless, he wrapped you up in his arms and whispered into your hair. "You came back."

You sighed and pushed gently against his chest to get him to let you go. "Tae, this isn't why I came back." You turned back to the leader, who rephrased his question.

"Why are you here?"

"Great question. I should be pulling into Phoenix right about now, but instead I'm still in Los Angeles because of that hijo de puta, Joaquin."

Jungkook and Hoseok chuckled behind you. They couldn't seem to get enough of your ranting and cursing in Spanish. "What happened?"

"Every time I try to leave this goddamn city he finds out and pulls some shit to keep me here. Like my freedom is some kind of sick game to him."

"Who the fuck is Joaquin?" Taehyung interjected suspiciously.

"Joaquin Moreno," Namjoon replied.

"The Joaquin Moreno?" Taehyung's jaw dropped to the floor before he closed it and swallowed hard.

"Yeah. So I'm going to need Bangtan's protection, because this time, he's not going to let me go."

Taehyung raised his eyebrows at you. "What do you mean 'this time'?"

But you ignored him for the moment and focused on Namjoon. "Joaquin's new mission is to come after your organization. But he's only doing it to control me. So I say, we team up and get rid of him instead."

Namjoon put his hands in his pockets and looked you up and down. "How can I know this isn't a trick?"

"I told you," you gritted out quietly.

"You suggested. But you also didn't follow through on what you said you would do and you spent the day with your supposed enemy, so how can I trust you?"

You hadn't seen them come in, but all the members of the inner circle of Bangtan were in the room now, and while they watched on with confused eyes they had you surrounded and you could feel their defenses tightening. You held up your hands in surrender.

"You wanna check me for a wire, boss daddy?" You smirked.

Namjoon returned a tilted smile before he nodded. "Taehyung."

His subordinate made a meal of patting down your body, and you tried your best not to let the way you cringed show through. When he was done, he smacked your ass and you threw him a glare.

"She's clean."

"Look, I have nothing to prove that I'm on your side except for the fact that I hate him more than anyone on the planet and all I want is to see him dead."

"What do you have against the leader of La Familia?" Jimin asked from behind you. You turned to glance at him and sighed.

"Can someone get a girl a drink?" You asked as you walked over to one of the dark leather arm chairs and sat down.

Jungkook snorted. "Have you even had anything to eat today?"

You shot him a sharp look as well. "Mind your own business, stalker." The youngest rolled his eyes. Jimin handed you a glass of brown liquid and sat beside you with his body facing you, cheek against his palm in rapt attention. You took a drink, swallowing the burn before you looked up at the seven sets of curious eyes.

"My name is Y/N Y/L/N. My father worked for a cartel in Veracruz. As gangsters go, he was pretty much as bad as they come. He was the guy you called when you wanted someone to disappear. When I was fifteen, there was a job that he refused to complete, some kid he was supposed to kill and for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Even when the cartel came for me and threatened to take my life, he wouldn't follow through. In the end, my father was killed and the cartel sold me to a man who worked for La Familia. He was just the first in a long chain of men who moved people, mostly women, from central America into the port of Los Angeles. And that was where I first met Joaquin and his father."

❌ ❌ ❌

The shipping container allowed in just enough light to tell the difference between night and day. The wreaking air was stifling, until finally the door opened.

"Twenty-five women, as promised," the loathsome man who had brought you here informed the boss. "Was almost twenty-four," he mumbled.

"Why?" You couldn't see the man's face, but his voice was one of a man who always got answers to his questions. You didn't need to see him to know he was in charge.

"This one's a runner," the first man replied, and you knew he was clearly pointing at you. You stood at the head of the pack, the rest of the terrified women standing behind you. It wasn't that you weren't terrified. You were just unwilling to give up until you got away.

You survive, no matter what, your fathers words echoed in your head.

"Bring her here."

The large man who had so enjoyed beating you each time you attempted to escape came forward to grab you by the arm. You struggled against his grip, but back then you weren't so strong and he dragged you out of the container to throw you on the ground in front of the boss. You scrambled to your feet and moved away from him. Now in the lights of the dock you could see the man and all his subordinates standing with guns. There was nowhere for you to go but back in the container. The boss approached you and grabbed you by the jaw.

"Huh. She could be pretty, if she wasn't so filthy," a man behind him commented.

You turned your hate-filled eyes on the one who spoke. He was tall and fit, and truthfully quite handsome, but even from where you stood, you could see the madness in his eyes. You began to wriggle free, jerking your face away from the older man, only for him to grab you by the throat.

"You see that? The will to live? You can't teach that. And you can't destroy it, either. You can only train it. Channel it." The man pulled you closer to him.

"She won't do for the whorehouse," the younger man said.

The elder looked over his shoulder. "You want her, mijo?"

The younger shrugged nonchalantly, but it was clear he was already obsessed with you. "Might be able to do something with her."

"The only thing this one will ever do is fight," the boss told him.

"Perfect."

"Hm." The boss grunted and pushed you toward his son as if you were nothing. "Get the rest out of here."

Joaquin—you would soon learn his name—caught you by your arms and held you up. His hands went to your face. There was an already fading bruise over your left eye from a beating you received a week earlier, and he hummed as he traced his thumb over it. "Let's see what fun we can have, princesa."

"The night I arrived on the docks Joaquin took me home to his mansion and made me his personal plaything. For three months, I did nothing but try to escape, only to be dragged before him each time and punished. One night he beat me nearly to death, and I knew I'd never get free if I wasted my energy like that. I needed to be stronger, not half dead. And so when he decided to groom me to be a fighter, I let him."

"The scars," Taehyung said quietly. He sat across the room, directly in front of you, and you met his eyes for a second before you looked away.

"Joaquin had me take steroids. I trained half the day until I was ready to fight. Among their many illegal businesses, La familia runs an underground boxing ring, and for nearly four years I ruled it."

Jungkook scoffed. "Are we supposed to believe this?" You glared at him, but Namjoon stepped in.

"Let her finish." You took another drink and continued.

"For five years, I was Joaquin's property. I was his fighter, his whore, his thief. All I could do was bide my time until I could escape, but I was watched constantly. When his father died, I knew things would change. Joaquin's a psychopath, and I didn't want to stick around anymore to see how far he would take things as a leader. I asked him if I could fight for my freedom, and he reluctantly agreed. He got the biggest guy you can imagine to beat the shit out of me in a prize fight. I almost died, but I was the one who survived, and he had no choice but to let me leave." You drained your cup and looked down at the empty glass. "It was a lie though. He's had his eyes on me for the last two years, and anytime I've tried to leave LA he had his men catch me and put me right back in my place. And the only way I'll ever be truly free is if he dies."

"And why should this have anything to do with us?" Namjoon finally asked, sitting back in his chair and brushing imaginary dust off his slacks.

✅✅✅

You sighed and set your empty glass on the end table. "This morning his goons picked me up at the bus station and took me to his mansion." Your eyes traveled over Jungkook and he shifted uncomfortably. "Among lots of other gross things, he said if I helped him cut into your counterfeit operations then he would finally let me leave LA, and if I don't help him then he's going to make me his prisoner again."

"So why are you here? Why ask for our help instead of helping him?" Seokjin wondered.

"Because he's a fucking liar, and as I said, he'll never let me go. So I want you to help me kill him instead, and then we can go our separate ways."

Namjoon shook his head. "We can't just kill a rival gang leader, especially not one as well connected as Moreno. It would be the end of Bangtan when they retaliate."

"I know that. But I don't need you to kill him. I just need you to help me to get in a position to do it myself."

"You were with him today. You were alone with him? Why not try then? How could we even help?" Jungkook asked.

"It's not that simple. I need time. I'm not strong enough right now," your voice weakened with your admission, feeling disgusted by all the ways he had proved that to you earlier.

"I thought you said I couldn't protect you. So why are you asking now?" Taehyung interjected, throwing your words back at you.

"Because you can't. Once he's dead I'll be on the run for the rest of my life," you responded as if it were obvious.

"Then what's the point of killing him?" Hoseok asked, analyzing you with arms crossed over his chest.

"Because someone needs to kill that bastard."

"Surely lots of people have tried. What makes you think you can succeed?" Namjoon pushed. "You're just a little girl."

"Because he deserves to rot in hell for what he's done to me! I won't let him have me again!" You exploded at him, and the room fell completely silent as their eyes stayed fixed on you. The only movement was the agitated rise and fall of your chest as you tried and failed to breathe steadily.

"We'll do it," Namjoon agreed, breaking the tense silence. "We'll protect you until Moreno is dead."

You sighed, letting yourself deflate and pushing aside the embarrassment you felt for your outburst. Normally, you tried so hard to hold on to your emotions, to keep them simmering beneath the surface. Fighting with Taehyung was different. An activity. True anger and heartbreak were things you only let out when you were alone because letting anyone see them would reveal your weakness, but that had seemed to be the thing that convinced Namjoon of your sincerity. Now that he agreed, you put the wall back up.

"Thank you," you said coldly.

"Do you have a plan?" The leader got to his feet and you followed suit.

"Not yet. It's been…a hectic day. But we should find a way to turn his plans against him. I think his ultimate goal is to hurt the Chinese by exploiting your fued with them."

"Why does he care about the triads?" Jungkook wondered.

"The Mexicans and the Chinese have been fighting over pieces of California for over a century. It's just what they do," you shrugged.

"We can work it out later," Namjoon interrupted. "We should be smart with our plans. For now though, as you said, it's been a hectic day, and you should rest." The leader looked down at you and you almost thought there was genuine concern in his eyes. You glimpsed a similar look in them the night before when you first revealed your past to him. "Doc."

"Yes, sir?" Yoongi responded, suddenly becoming alert.

"See if you can find her something to eat."

The pale man nodded. "Cmon," he invited as he started toward the kitchen but stopped when he saw you weren't moving.

"It's okay. Jungkook can take me home. I have work tonight, since I'm staying." You looked hesitantly at Jungkook.

"No." The short word left Namjoon's lips with authority that even you couldn't question. "You'll stay here from now on. If we're going to protect you, we're going to do it right. Otherwise Moreno could grab you at any moment." There's a pause while he gives you another of his appraising looks. "There's a spare bedroom upstairs you can stay in."

"She can stay with me," Taehyung offered instead. You turned your eyes on him harshly.

"The spare room will be fine." You could see the anger bubbling in your ex boyfriend immediately. He was about to open his mouth but Yoongi stepped in.

"Fight about it later. You should eat something now, Y/N."

You flinched at the name and it didn't go unnoticed by the others. You cleared your throat. "If you could keep calling me Val, I'd appreciate it. Y/N is…someone else."

Yoongi nodded understandingly. "Cmon, Val."

After you ate the sandwich Yoongi made, he showed you to the room Namjoon said could be yours. Jungkook had already taken your bag from the car and left it there for you. And for the rest of the evening you were left to your own devices. Without venturing out from the suite that was larger than your whole apartment, you could sense that the house was mostly empty. The members of Bangtan must be out for the night, participating in various nefarious activities. You tried to make yourself comfortable in the new space, but the events of the day kept you ill at ease, so you decided to draw yourself a hot bath in the gigantic tub in the ensuite bathroom.

❌ 8am, Malibu ❌

You knew if you didn't want to end up a dead girl at the greyhound station then you'd better get in the car with that big mother fucker. Neither he, nor the driver, nor the third man in the car said much as you sped down the I-10 toward Malibu, but you didn't need them to tell you where you were going. You wondered if Jungkook was still following you, but you weren't dumb enough to look behind you to see.

You were led into Joaquin's modern style mansion. Most of the exterior walls that faced the ocean were entirely glass. An odd choice for someone who knowingly conducted illegal business at home, but the beach down below was private and he clearly wasn't bothered. It was quiet in the large open living room and it would have been nice to enjoy the view of the ocean, but you were taken straight to his office.

"The place hasn't changed at all," you remarked as you stood in the familiar room.

"Did you miss it here?" Joaquin asked with a smug smile that made your stomach turn.

"Like one misses a leech."

"Don't lie, Y/N. You must miss me a little, miss what we had together, since you called me last night," he slowly walked closer to you, "when you were in distress."

"I was angry, not distressed," you corrected.

"Yes, and you accused me of putting you in danger, when you know I would never." He stopped in front of you and looked down his nose at you. "But you've learned the truth now, haven't you? About your new lover?"

You tensed, and of course he noticed, but he switched tracks. "You know, I've been wanting to tell you for months that I love your body now." As he spoke he placed his hands on your hips and reached down to grope your ass. Instantly you raised your hands to his chest to push him off of you, but he pulled you closer and purred in your ear. "You aren't strong enough to fight me off anymore, princesa. And I used to love your strong, firm body. You know that. But this curvier, softer body of yours, well I've been wanting to feel it for a long time."

Your blood ran cold and you could feel yourself become paralyzed, but you fought it off and with it you gave him one last push.

"Still the fighter, I see." Joaquin grinned with satisfaction as he caught himself.

"I will always fight you. You know that," you growled at him.

"Not always,” Joaquin corrected. “But lately it seems it’s your favorite game."

"Is that what this is? A game to you? My life, my freedom is just sport?"

Joaquin laughed. "Yes, Y/N! Exactly that! You get exactly as much freedom as I give you. I let you out of your cage, but you remain in my city, and you cannot leave without my permission."

You groaned. "I'm sick of this, Joaquin. Why must we do this? Why don't you just let me go."

Joaquin tisked at you. "Because you belong to me, princesa. Just as you always have and you know it." His words turned your stomach to lead. "But this time, I have a way for you to earn your freedom for real. If you help me with this one thing, I will let you leave LA and never return."

You looked him up and down suspiciously. You knew better than to trust a word he said. He would never let you go free, not really. Still you played his game. "What is it?"

Joaquin smiled and walked around his desk. "Do you know how the Koreans make their fortune?"

You had a sense of deja vu. Except this time you genuinely had no idea. "Of course not. I only found out about them last night and I didn't exactly ask for the rundown."

"But you did meet their leader, Kim Namjoon, did you not?" He sat down in his chair and waved someone in to bring him a drink.

You swallowed without knowing exactly why he was making you so nervous simply by mentioning the man's name. "Yes, I did."

Joaquin clasped his hands together and sucked in a breath. "I've never met the man, but I imagine he must be a superior son of a bitch, no?"

You shrugged. That hadn't been your impression but you weren't really thinking about it at the time.

"Anyway, the Koreans think they're something else. They deal in drugs, as we all do. But more importantly, they deal mostly in counterfeit goods and stolen goods on the antiquities market. They compete mostly with the Chinese, but I would like to push them out of LA."

You furrowed your brow at him. "Why? Why do the Chinese a favor? It doesn't seem like the Koreans are interfering with you in any way."

"Does it matter to you why? All you have to do is help me take over their counterfeit operations and when it's done you can escape to whichever corner of the world you choose." He gestured widely with a flutter of his fingers.

"Why do you need me? How can I help? I'm not involved with them." Hell, you were trying to run as fast and as far as you could.

"Yes, but you will be. You can do it perfectly. All you have to do is run back to your little boyfriend and ask for his protection. Get close to them, learn about their business and report back to me. You know the routine."

"But I've broken up with Taehyung. I can't go back now," you explained.

"Nonsense. From what Mariana has told me, he's crazy about you." He gave you a dark and conspiratorial look. "I'm sure he'll be glad to take you back into his bed. He seemed to enjoy it so much before." The lecherous tone in his voice made your skin crawl.

"You've had my roommate watching me," you surmised.

"All along, princesa. I know everything." He walked around the desk to stand in front of you once more. "Including how much you want to be free," he mocked.

"And if I won't whore myself out for your mission?"

"Then you'll stay here with me, baby." He locked eyes with you and you stared each other down for a long moment. It wasn't a hard choice to make, though. Anything was better than staying with him.

"I'll do it."

"Of course you will!" He cheered. "Now, someone, bring me some champaign, and then leave us alone. My princesa and I need to celebrate our reunion like old times." He came ever closer to you, stroking your cheek with his hand.

"Joaquin, no. Send me back!" You pleaded more than you would have liked.

"I will. Don't worry. But not until you remember exactly who it is you belong to." He grabbed you by your throat and pulled you closer. "Now, didn't you miss me?"

"Let me go!" You tried to break his hold but you couldn't.

"Oh, I never did like it when you begged," he sneered as he squeezed and started to cut off your oxygen.

✅ Beverly hills, 7pm ✅

The bath had gone cold while you suffered in your memories. You splashed your face with water to clear away the silent tears you'd cried. Then you got out and wrapped yourself in the softest towel in existence. Quickly, you dried off and got into a warm set of sweats for pajamas. The a/c in the mansion was strong and you were cold in spite of the August heat, not like in your sweltering little apartment. Or maybe it was just the shock of the day. You tried to close your eyes and push aside all thoughts, and you'd almost fallen asleep when you felt the bed dip beside you. Instantly you shot up, but someone dragged you back down.

"It's just me, Val." Taehyung spoke to you in the dark. With your mind suddenly awake you could smell the alcohol on his breath, but you could tell by his speech that he wasn't drunk yet. You knew what that sounded like on him. "I'm sorry if I woke you. But I don't know how you expect me to stand sleeping down the hall from you and not with you. I need you, baby." He pulled your body close to him and kissed your temple.

"Taehyung, you can't do this. I need some space," you whispered back, trying to push him off of you. "Please," you whimpered.

To your relief he backed off a bit. "I don't understand why you came back if you don't want to be with me," he moaned pathetically.

"I'm not the person you think I am, Taehyung," you replied coldly.

"You keep saying that. I heard your story today. I understand that you have a dark past but-"

"No, Tae. You weren't listening. I came back because I'll do anything to survive. Anything to escape. I didn't come back because I love you. I came because I had to. And if you don't start accepting that I'm only going to have to keep hurting you. I can't love you. I don't have that luxury."

A whimper caught in his throat and he stayed very still for a moment. "Let me stay. Just for tonight," he begged.

"No. I told you, I need space. I've had an awful day and the thought of your hands on me makes my skin crawl. Leave." Your words were harsh. And perhaps he didn't deserve them. But it got him to leave in a huff, slamming the door to your room on the way out.

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