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justcallmenikki7 · 9 months

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BTS Reaction To: The Purge Night

Mafia!Au-Purge!Au-Split!Au

Summary: experiencing the purge with your mafia boyfriend can go many different ways.

Warnings: killing/murder (obviously, it’s the purge lmao), language, stealing/robbery, slight angst, fluff (haha), suggestive comments, badass y/n, torturing, crack, nonconsensual touching from stranger, split!jungkook, character slapping reader, angst, taehyung being taehyung.

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Notes: hiiiii! I’m back. My life has been so chaotic and busy ever since I got my second job back in March, and so I haven’t had much time to myself to even do anything. Thankfully, I learned on how to take time for myself now and balancing everything out. Anyways! I apologize if I’m rusty with my writing, it’s been a while. And idk how to feel about taehyungs part.

Kim Seokjin:

Ever since Korea has followed along with the United States by having the annual Purge two years ago, you decided with your boyfriend to go and experience it. Now, of course, you are prepared. Having a boyfriend who is the leader of the Korean Mafia, it’s no secret that he is prepared in many ways when it comes to…illegal things.

At first, he was against the idea of you going out on purge night, but once he realized that this was an internal thrill and want for you, he decided to go along with it. Whenever you heard of the purge happening in America, there was this thrill and excitement for one night a year for legal crime, you were wanting it to happen in Korea, and once you heard the news of Korea writing a bill and finalizing it, you wanted to purge. Now, it is a sick want, but some people need to release their anger and do shit that they would not do on a normal day when there are laws in place, but having that ability to do it with no repercussions, what could go wrong?

You were finally able to release the anger and hurt that a few people caused you and you wanted pay back. Could you just have Jin kidnapped and you could enjoy your sick pleasure by torturing them? Of course, but it is different when you can do everything start to finish.

“Babe, I think they’re dead…” you heard your boyfriend say in a monotone over the noise of your knife stabbing into the lady who embarrassed you when you were in sixth grade in front of the student body. She caused you anxiety and humiliation at a young age.

“Are you sure? Her body moved just a second ago.” You questioned cutely, already knowing she’s leaving the mortal realm. You’re just enjoying the thought of her never living again.

“Yes… she died five minutes ago, shortly after her husband.” Jin stated with a smirk on his face from watching you huff and fix your ponytail after giving the woman one last jab at her chest. Pushing off the wall, he walked over to you and cradled your face in his hands, loving how your cheeks crinkle your eyes because of how you have big cheeks that fit your face so well. “You do realize you spent about close to two hours of torturing and killing her that you have ten hours left? We must drive an hour to the next ‘victim’ of yours. And that depends if the roads are blocked off from Purgers.”

“With your driving, well make it there in twenty-five minutes. Plus, the boys already made sure that they’re not blocked.” You commented, grinning at Jin’s face turning red from realizing that you’re right.

“Okay, let’s get going, smart ass.” He ordered, slapping your ass before he grabs your hand and helping you step over the murder scene that just took place in the house.

Min Yoongi:

When the first purge happened in Korea, you and your boyfriend Min Yoongi obviously joined in on the fun. Now, on the second year, that is happening once again.

You were currently getting dressed into your purge outfit. You are wearing jean shorts with fishnets, combat boots, a crop top, a black leather jacket, your hair straightened, and face paint that is skeleton designed. Yes, you know that there is no reason to get dressed up for this night, but there’s no point in going out in sweats and a hoodie while you rob Walmart, the mall, and Hobby Lobby. You want to play the part.

You convinced your boyfriend to dress up with you this year since he did not last year, and it took lots of bribing and promising things, but you got what you wanted in the end like you always do.

“Babe, you ready? In about ten minutes the sirens will go off and along with announcement.” Your boyfriend told you as he walked into the bedroom, mouth dropping at your outfit, and just you in general. He’s now thinking about you guys staying in because he can feel himself getting excited at what he wanted to do with you – to you. “Maybe we should stay in tonight babe.”

Turning around, you glared at him. “Do you not realize that Hobby Lobby has cute house décor that we need for this place?”

“But I can just buy them for you baby,” your boyfriend pouted, along with making a fair point.

“But we can save that money with just stealing, legally! Plus, what’s the fun in that? We can take whatever we want without having to spend a single dime. And there’s build a bear at the mall, and I want all the stuff animals. We are not staying home just so you can rip my outfit apart. We can do that after the purge.” You countered back, determined to get free things, and possibly fighting someone who gets in your way.

It's been a stressful week with idiots at your job, and you’re looking for a reason to punch somebody.

Grumbling, your boyfriend threw his hands up in defeat, not wanting to challenge you while your mind is set. He’s learned when you threw a water bottle at him in the nono region when he tried to persuade you from not spending $50 on a large stuffed llama at Walmart because you already had plenty of stuffed animal llamas at home.

“Yes ma’am, can we at least break into the Oliva Garden on seventh street and take their breadsticks on the way home? I’ve been craving them lately.” He asked, putting his necklace on that you got him on your guy’s sixth month anniversary and his rings.

“I was about to ask the same thing,” you said, spraying your favorite perfume on. Right as you sat it down on your vanity, the sirens went off. Grabbing your gun that was specially made for you, you put in the gun holster that went with the outfit and your bag that had an emergency kit for just in case, along with one extra gun, you walked up and kissed your boyfriend.

“Ready baby?” he asked, taking your hand in his.

“Let’s roll! Hobby Lobby, here we come!”

Jung Hoseok:

It was a good idea at first, but now you’re questioning your train of thought from earlier, along with listening to your boyfriend. But sometimes men don’t know what they’re talking about. But then also is a long-time thief and is a mafia boss, so he does know what he’s talking about half of the time.

You just hate being wrong.

You thought that breaking into a bank that looked untouched from any other Purger’s was skeptical, but you decided to go ahead and do it anyways. But now, you realized that you should’ve listened to your conscious and boyfriend.

“This is your fault.” Your boyfriend commented, handcuffed to the wall.

“How is it my fault? You should’ve said something,” you snapped back, knowing that he did, but you won’t admit that he’s right.

“Stop being stubborn and just say, ‘babe, you were right, I’m a dumbass.’” He sassed, giving you a look that you hate. If only your hands weren’t handcuffed you would have smacked him, because it is the look of ‘you’re a dumbass,’ and know you were a dumbass, but you had a good idea that seemed like one to you, but it wasn’t.

You live and you learn.

“If you don’t wipe that look off of your face, I’ll do it for you after the boys get here and rescue us.”

“What are you going to do? Hit me?” He spoke in a childish tone, but you ignored and acted like you didn’t hear him.

Yes, you two are acting like children while being held at gun point, not caring that you are getting judgmental looks from your captors. What is even funnier, they don’t realize that they have the king and queen of the Korean mafia handcuffed to a pole. So, they are in a big surprise when the gang gets here.

“Will you two shut the fuck up? You sound like my kids right now.” A guy snapped, massaging his temples as if he has a headache.

“No, he called me a dumbass,” you argued back, “and I am not a dumbass.”

“You kind of are, babe.” Hoseok commented in a nonchalant tone. And after he said that gun fire began, a sign that his gang was here.

It was a quick process to say the least since the men who cuffed you both and had guns pointing at you for fifteen minutes were amateurs. After both of you getting uncuffed and you getting lectured by Jungkook and Taehyung on how you don’t know how to rob a place, you hit Hoseok in the arm.

“That’s for calling me dumbass,” you sneered, an angry look on your face.

“Noona, you kind of are…” the maknae’s said at the same time, quickly looking away once they felt your glare.

Kim Namjoon:

You don’t know what it is with your boyfriend, but he is like a child on Christmas morning when it comes to robbing places. He is in his own little world, piling up video games for the Maknae line for their Christmas presents, all of the sprite that he was able to get into the cart for Hoseok, all the colorful lights that Yoongi has talked about getting for his music room that he has at the house as his getaway area whenever he has the chance with his busy schedule of tracking people down, and then Jin kitchen décor for the kitchen at the base. You guys probably need to make a pit stop at HomeGoods for more of the decor because Walmart doesn’t have good selections, but it is the thought that matters.

“Babe! I found a book that I want to read!” Joon yelled out, reading the summary on the back of the book.

“What’s it called?” You asked, walking up to him and leaning your head against his arm, looking down at it.

“It’s called ‘The Cellar’ and it’s by this writer named Natasha Peterson. I’ve never heard of her, but this book sounds awesome.” He commented, placing it gently into the cart, “I’m getting it. I saw that it is a series, so we need to stop by Barnes and Nobel to get the rest of the series.” He mentally added that onto his list.

The peacefulness that was surrounding you both as you guys wondered around Walmart ended as soon as loud laughter sounded throughout the store and a gunshot. Namjoon instantly went into mafia mode, which is what you call it, and grabbed you and threw himself over you as he moved you both behind the shelf of towels and shielded you from any harm. His gun was pulled, and he was already texting the boys, who were also out and about on purge night, that there was a problem. You can’t trust anyone in general, but on Purge night, it’s a different ball game.

You could hear the group being rowdy, knocking everything over that was in their sight, making vulgar comments, and being disgusting in general. It sounded like they were getting closer, and that was making you nervous because of the fucking cart that was in the middle of the aisle.

“Joon, the cart.” You whispered, nervous as hell.

Namjoon muttered ‘fuck’ under his voice and was about to get up and grab the cart, when all the sudden WAP by Cardi B began blaring throughout the store.

Fucking Taehyung.

This obviously grabbed the groups attention because you heard them become alarmed, and slightly confused, on why WAP was blaring over the speakers. You heard someone yell, and then the sound of running on the other side of the aisle. You exhaled, relaxing when you heard the music turn off and Taehyung’s voice.

“I’m such a smart individual you guys.”

Park Jimin:

You and your boyfriend Jimin decided to stay in for the night. You both are not ones to partake in the new holiday because Jimin already deals with it daily. Whereas with you, you are not a fan of murder, despite being married to a mafia boss.

The house was on lock down, security cameras live on the second T.V. in the living room, the other T.V. playing your favorite show, the both of you cuddled up on the couch, and your favorite alcohol beverages next to both of you. It was peaceful, something that you both love when it comes to being with one another. It can be quiet, and no words spoken while you two are together and it isn’t boring or awkward, just peaceful.

That was until the camera for the backyard went black and Jimin got up quickly, and the look of anger and calculation was on his face. The peacefulness gone and the thought of murder was settling in the air. Becoming nervous, you jumped up and stood right behind your boyfriend, hands holding to both of his arms, and you pushing yourself up against him, trying to become one with him.

“Baby, grab the gun that’s in the cushion that you were sitting on. You remember how to use it, right?” Your husband asked, checking to make sure you remember. It’s been a long time since you’ve had to use a gun because there was never a need too, until tonight.

“Yeah, I remember,” you answered while you grabbed it, hating the cold feeling to it.

“Good, stay next to me at all times, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.” He replied, grabbing his gun from the side table, cocking it, and began to walk towards the kitchen where the bulletproof glass was that gave you both the ability to look outside. Peeking through it, your heart dropped at what you saw.

One of your security men hanging from the tree that was by your back porch. The churning of your stomach, heart pounding in your chest, and the want to wish you were dreaming was taking over your mind. And what was worse, the lights going out in the house. No power, no ability to see, and the fear of losing your husband became too much.

“Oh Jimin, I’m back. Let’s have some fun, shall we? There is only eleven hours left, and that gives us time to catch up. It’s been a long time, my friend.” A voice you never heard before sounded through the house, and it held everything but kindness.

Clutching Jimin’s arms, you felt tears brimming your eyes.

“Text the boys and tell them to hurry and tell them that Jacob isn’t dead. Tell them to come prepared,” he demanded quietly. “And if we don’t make it, just know we will meet again. I love you Y/N.” Jimin promised, bringing you in and holding you tightly.

Never in the ten years of knowing Jimin have you heard him sound scared before. But you did forget that there are still somethings you don’t know about him, and this is one of them.

Kim Taehyung:

There have always been snakes in every group, whether that being in gangs, friendships, relationships, or even in workplaces. There has been suspicion of a couple of snakes in the gang that your boyfriend runs, and you didn’t think that they would have the balls to do it on the night of the purge, of all days. You could do it on a Sunday, but they thought it would be best to do it on the night of a murder holiday.

You were sitting comfortably on the couch in your boyfriend’s office, watching Tik Tok and talking with your boyfriend as he does paperwork. Everything was peaceful until the moment that his six best friends ran into the office, closing the door and having pissed off looks on their faces.

“What the hell is going on?” Taehyung asked, standing up with a calculated look on his face.

“It’s Max and Jaiden. They’re the snitches and they’re gathering a few others to take us out tonight. Our security teams. The ones who are here now in this building.” Namjoon responds.

“Are you fucking serious? And are they stupid?” Taehyung questions, hands turning into fists as he thinks on what to do. It took a few moments for him to figure out on what he wants to do, before he looks up, “let’s go get rid of them all, but let’s save the two fuckers for last. We need to know what they all had done.”

The six men nod their heads before they left the room. Taehyung was the last to leave because he needed to gather a few things, along with kissing you goodbye. “Lock the door on my way out, you know it’s me when I do the three knocks.” He told you, helping you off the couch and led you to the door. As he walked out, you closed it and locked it, before making your way back to the couch to get comfortable.

Fifteen minutes later, the three knocks sounded. You realized it wasn’t a long process, but you brushed it off as you got to the door and opened it. Only to be greeted with Jaiden. Your heart fell to your stomach, and you quickly stood back.

“Hey, Y/N. Didn’t think I know the knock trick, huh?” He smirked, gun drawn and pointing at you.

“You know you have a death wish if you try something,” you pointed out, “you should really think about whatever you’re planning on doing.”

You didn’t even see him raise his hand until you felt it on your cheek. “Shut the fuck up. Do you not realize how fucking irritating it is to be bossed around and not be appreciated? For everything you do for this fucking gang, huh? You sacrifice your life daily for a guy who doesn’t even know how to fight. What kind of fucking leader is that, huh? And then see him take the girl you have loved for years and claim her as his own?” He questioned, stepping towards you.

You’re focusing on two things right now. The pain in your cheek and his reference towards you. He’s been in love with you? And he thinks that Taehyung has taken you from him? This guy is fucking delusional.

“Oh, so this is what it’s about? You could’ve done this tomorrow, or yesterday, or even last month. But, on purge night? That is hilarious.” You heard your boyfriend, relief flooding through your body. A groan of pain and the sound of electricity sounded through the air, and you know it was the taser that Jungkook bought for shits and giggles. Looking up, hand on your cheek from the hit, you said Jaiden on the ground, Taehyung standing above him. “You’re going to wish that you never once laid a hand on MY girl and for going behind my back to Ateez and giving them information.” Taehyung growled out, looking at you with a look that shook you to your bones.

Jeon Jungkook:

Occasionally, your boyfriends alter appears. Sometimes, it scares you because of how violent he can get, along with barely interacting with him. JK, for the first time in over a year, that you know of because that was the last time you had interacted with him for a few minutes, is out tonight.

You don’t know how to approach him, you don’t know how to do anything because of how you barely know him. You know that he is your boyfriend, and you do love him, but he scares you. You know that he wouldn’t do anything to you at all – he even told you that himself last year, but you know that you do not want to see him in action.

The gang had to leave the base because of Purgers who hate the gang, despite them never hurting an innocent citizen and only trying to protect them, raided the base and only a few got out. So now, you guys are now in the city, trying to get to across town on foot to the safety house that’s in the country. Everyone’s running, JK and his six brothers who are prepared for anything, and several other men who are a part of the gang are keeping the extra eye out for any danger.

You’re not an athletic person, running is not in your vocabulary, and so you are getting winded quickly. You thought you would be an athletic person when it comes to possibly dying, having all the adrenaline in you, but there isn’t any and so you’re slowly falling behind. Not being able to speak up because of having no breath in you since it’s long gone from the running you’ve done, you stop for a second and put your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath and stretch for a few seconds.

Of course, you’re that person that stopped and now you’re getting yanked from the back. Screaming, which catches everyone’s attention, you began to kick the person who has a hold of you.

“Y/N!” Your boyfriend screamed, running towards you, only stop when other people came out of their hiding places and having guns drawn and ready to shoot. The look on your boyfriend’s face sent fear down your spine because it’s a look of pure bloodlust, the want to kill and torture the man who has you. “Let her fucking go, now.” He demanded, voice thick and deep.

“And why’s that? You don’t want to share this piece of meat with anyone else? Listen, pal, I can do whatever I want tonight and that is her.” The guy cockily said, the feeling of his hand sneaking down you, causing you to squirm and move his hand away. “Good luck on trying to stop me, but I have more men than you. There’s no way you’re going to—” He stopped in his sentence from your elbow jabbing into his stomach and then your foot making contact his dick. You learn thing or two from dating your boyfriend. “You fucking bitch!”

A warzone happened, and you somehow dodged his fist as it flew at you, but you ran towards your boyfriend, jumping into his arms, only to meet the ground with your back and he threw himself on top of you to protect you from any danger. The guns stop firing, and you heard the guy who grabbed you groaning. Hoseok managed to shoot him in the leg, but everyone else in his group are now dead, along with a wounded Jimin and Seokjin, and a dead member who meant everything to everyone.

“Nice job, baby,” JK praised, standing you both up, only to pull you against him, both your chests pressed together and his hands gripping your waist. This caused a blush to ran come across your cheeks and your chest, the look in his eyes hooded, but you know it is still JK, and this got you even more excited and nervous.

“Well, Jungkook taught me a thing or two… and so, I just acted.” You stuttered, trying to keep eye contact, but it being difficult from how intense JK is staring at you.

“Well, I can teach you a thing or two later. But now baby, I have to do something that I don’t want you to watch, or if you want to, I can teach you a few other things. But I don’t want to scare you away. So, now be a good girl and look the other way, you won’t like what you’ll see.” He ordered, eyes now deadly and not the ones that made an appearance for a few moments that comforted you.

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jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae · 8 months

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BTS Reacts to Being Kidnapped and Being Saved *Mafia Reaction*

Hey guys! I’m officially back into doing reactions! I’m expanding my horizons so I’m willing to do Mafia, Werewolf, Hybrid, Kinky shit, whatever. I’m a lot more confident in doing stuff like that now so please feel free to send me a request! I hope you enjoy!

1. Jin

Jin had never been much a fighter. His role in the group has always been much more logical and strategy based. Which is why he was so woefully unprepared for the kidnapping. Pain works just a little too well on him as a deterrent, but the bigger deterrent is the threats towards you. He would burn the world to the ground to keep your safe, but here he is, watching you be lowered into a tank, like a fish on display. Your unconscious form shivering as the cold water filters in.

“Stop it!” His voice is loud, but the rushing water is louder,” Let her go! She has nothing to do with this!”

Their attention is focused on him, but he can’t take his eyes off of you. If he hadn’t been looking, he would have missed it. You let the water cradle your body, slowly bringing you to the caged top. A knife flashes in your hands as you use the sound of the water to cover the sound of you prying the grate on top the tank open. On solid ground, soaking wet, there is anger in your expression.

“Gentlemen, I believe our time here is up,” Your voice is calm, your expression falling to neutral. Their shock is their downfall as Their forms fall, too distracted to notice the sneaking forms of Yoongi and Jungkook behind them. You carefully climb down as Jungkook frees Jin.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” Jin’s voice is rough, his form obviously injured, but his expression is full of love,” I really, really love you, Princess.”

2. Suga

The ropes around your wrists are tight, but somehow, you’re sure the ones around Yoongi’s wrists are tighter. This definitely wasn’t on either of your schedules today, being kidnapped, but here you are. Yoongi’s wrists are secured to the frame of the wooden chair, as are his ankles. You, being perceived as less of a threat, only have your wrists tied behind the chair. Your chairs are so close, you could easily reach out and take Yoongi’s hand. Your mouth has been taped shut but Yoongi’s remains free to allow him to give the information they want.

“I’m so sorry you got dragged into this,” Yoongi’s soft voice echoes in the empty warehouse room. You ignore his words and reach behind you. The guards had stepped out for a moment for a smoke break or something, so you had to act now, before they came back. You reach between the bars behind Yoongi’s back, fingers searching. He jumps a little,” What are you doing?”

When they had patted Yoongi down earlier, removing all of his weapons, you noticed that they had missed a few, most notably being the knife that he keeps at the small of his back for emergencies. He can’t reach it, but you can. You lift his shirt and remove it from its’ hiding spot. It takes some maneuvering to get it hidden under your own shirt before the men come back.

“Alright, Min. Lets give this a try, shall we?” The man that speaks has a cheery voice despite the situation. He grabs you by your hair and drags you from your chair, throwing you to the floor in front of Yoongi. The knife cuts into your skin a little but you don’t flinch. Yoongi’s eyes blow wide, an angry hiss leaving his lips,” We’re going to have some fun with your girl and you’re going to tell us what we want or it gets worse.”

You’re flipped on your back as Yoongi struggles, the chair groaning under his aggressive struggles. You wiggle the knife from the back of your shirt, hidden by the floor and your own body. The ropes give easily to the sharp knife. The guards are far enough away that they couldn’t interfere if they wanted. Quick as a snake strike, the knife is in the man’s throat and his gun is freed from his belt. You level the gun at one of the guards, flicking the safety off and cocking it. You shoot before he can speak, turning to the other guard, who has only just managed to free his own gun in his shock, and cock it again, pulling the trigger.

“I’m not gonna lie, that was kind of hot,” Yoongi’s voice is almost dreamy but you roll your eyes, grabbing a knife from the nearby table and cutting Yoongi’s ropes. His arms wrap around you,” Are you okay, babygirl?”

3. J-Hope

Hoseok felt trapped, like a caged animal being brought to slaughter. The rival gang had been meant to be making a deal with him and Taehyung. It quickly became apparent that this was a ruse but by then, it was too late. Taehyung is unconscious on the floor, his face bloody and his nose possibly broken.

He can only thank his observation skills that saved him from the red lasers filling the room and the quickly following sniper shots. All three men hit the floor. Despite his own pain, he lumbers to his feet and lifts Taehyung into his arms. He would never leave his unconscious friend.

“Hoseok!” Your frantic voice is the last thing he expected as you rush into the room, a sniper rifle nestled in your arms. Yoongi and Jimin are hot on your tail.

“Angel, what are you doing here?” Hoseok worked hard to make sure you were involved in this side of his life. You give him a guilty look.

“Jimin has been teaching me how to snipe so I can help with your missions,” Jimin and Yoongi work together to remove Taehyung from Hoseok arms, which he quickly wraps around you instead,” You work hard to protect me so I wanted to return the favor. I can’t let you be the only one taking risks. I refuse to let you die.”

“Angel, what if you get hurt?” He looks crestfallen, his head falling into your shoulder,” You’re my sunshine. If you get hurt, I would kill anyone in my path.”

“I won’t. I’ll always be here just like you. You’ll keep me safe and I’ll keep you safe. That’s my deal,” You grin, bringing his lips to yours. He doesn’t respond but his hands tighten on your hips, pulling your body into his. You know that he’s giving in to you.

4. RM

It’s going to take more than some knife cuts and a few punches to make Namjoon cave. He has way too much practice in tolerating the pain that comes with this position. You, however, are his weakness. His Achilles heel, if you will. He’s practically vibrating with rage when they toss your unconscious form in the small room with him. He waits until they are out of the room to cradle you, his touch soft as he moves the hair from your face.

“Babygirl?” He watches your eyelids flutter and then your gazes lock,” Are you okay?”

“Mhm,” You hum, sitting up and giving him a cheeky smile. You raise your wrist to your mouth and press a small button,” I’m in.”

“What?” Namjoon can’t help feeling shocked.

“You really think I would come in without a plan?” You lumber to your feet. Despite your bruised appearance, you appear unhindered,” Although, I guess we’re just sitting ducks. I’m mostly just here to give them the location. Tracker.”

You tap the necklace on your throat, triggering the tracking capabilities. Yoongi had insisted you wear it, with good reason. They wouldn’t get anything out of Namjoon so, of course, they had to try you. It doesn’t take long for the shouting and gunshots to start. The door swings open to reveal a cheeky Jimin, his clothes stained with blood.

“You’re too smart for your own good,” Namjoon presses a sweet kiss to your lips before taking the gun Jimin holds out to him,” Now, I believe I have a man who needs to meet his end.”

5. Jimin

Jimin had always been good at infiltration. Taehyung is good at making friends and slipping into groups unseen but Jimin is good at getting into areas he shouldn’t be. His luck was likely to run out at some point, though, and today was that day. Assassination was always more of Yoongi’s thing. Jimin is more of a sniper and an infiltrator. A cat burglar, maybe.

It was supposed to be a simple job, infiltrate the mansion and get into the safe. He’s don’t it hundreds of times. The lasers were easy, but he didn’t know about the one invisible laser. It wasn’t on the blue print. It was a new addition and someone forgot to give him the info. It got him caught, his body bruised and his head swimming from a harsh hit.

He didn’t even have time to process what was happening around him. The blows had stopped and the gunfire had started. Hoseok kneels beside him, a machine gun nestled in his hands. He and Taehyung help him to his feet.

“How did you know something happened?” Jimin’s voice is a little choked through his bruised throat.

“Your girl. She’s always watching your missions. Did you know she had us put a tracker in your knife? She noticed you weren’t moving for too long. She called me as soon as she noticed,” Taehyung keeps a firm arm around him, helping Jimin limp out of the mansion.

“I love that girl,” Jimin mumbles, grateful that you were always looking out for his health and safety.

6. V

“I brought the money,” You throw the duffle bag on the floor in front of you, the sound echoing throughout the warehouse. Taehyung looks up, his eyes panicked as he struggles against the ties holding him. You don’t look at him, your hands resting on your hips.

“Is it all there?” The man that speaks has a gun leveled at you, his eyes dark. You scoff and roll your eyes.

“Check it if you don’t believe me,” This time, you cross your arms, your eyebrows raising in exasperation. He nods at one of the men beside him, who approaches the bag. He really should have thought to have more than two guards.

He doesn’t even notice the red light before the sniper bullet finds his forehead. The other guard quickly follows. You draw your own handgun and point it at the man in charge, the man who kidnapped your boyfriend. You approach him with slow and measured steps, pressing the gun to his forehead. He backs away into the wall.

“I don’t understand. You didn’t call anyone to help you. I monitored your phone,” He stutters over his words, clearly bewildered about how you bamboozled him.

“You should know by now that we don’t need to call to get help. Plus, did you really think you could kidnap the snipers best friend and not get sniped yourself?” Your grin is a little dark and then you’re pulling the trigger.

You pull free your knife and make quick work of freeing Taehyung. He falls into your arms, nuzzling into your neck. Despite his position as a leader in the mafia, you know direct confrontation like this is not his forte. He can still make him anxious when the confrontation is over. Jimin saunters through the door, his sniper rifle hanging from his shoulder as he shoots you a wink.

“We ready to go home? We still have to give a full report to Joon,” Jimin says cheerfully. Taehyung nods but doesn’t remove himself from you. Your fingers rake through his hair soothingly as you pick up your duffle bag and lead him to the car.

7. Jungkook

If looks could kill, the man touching you would have long died. As he pats you down for weapons, your keep yourself still. You had been with Namjoon when he received the call with the demands for Jungkook’s safe return. The plan had hatched quickly and you knew exactly how to play your role.

“I don’t understand why they would send some little girl as opposed to one of their leaders,” The man mumbles, pushing you forward. You catch yourself on the wall, rolling your eyes.

“You already have one, why would they send someone else that matters?” You straighten up and saunter into the room.

“Is he going to agree to our demands?” A different man speaks this time. You pull a note from your pocket and handing it over. There are only two words written on it and they get the exact reaction you’re looking for. It was a clever plan, really. As one, both men immediately drag their eyes to the ceiling. It takes less than two seconds to punch one in the throat and grab the obvious gun.

The idiot didn’t even have the safety on, likely scared of Jungkook getting free. Both are dead before their eyes even make it back to the floor. Once Jungkook is free, he kicks one of the corpses, an obviously pissed off look in his eyes.

“What the fuck is wrong with you! You could have died!” He glares at you.

“But I didn’t. And neither did you,” You shrug. His hands are shaky as he reaches up to cup your cheeks.

“Don’t you understand that I would die if you died?” He leans his forehead against yours,” Please don’t ever do that again.”

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acopenhagenarmy · 6 months

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PIRATES - CHAPTER 5

Pairing: BTS x reader but mostly hyung-line x reader Side pairings: Jimin x Taehyung, Jimin x Ateez!Wooyoung, reader x Ateez!Seonghwa

Mafia!au - gang!au - assassins!au

Word count: no idea

Warnings: Mentions of death, nudity and sex apart from that some strong language. And I think that’s it for now..

Summary: Growing up in one of the biggest and most feared mafias has it’s perks, but what happens when you and you’re friends are suddenly shipped off to the other end of the world? Will you stay together or will the world you live in tear you all apart?

NOTE: I feel like this is both somewhat long but also short? Idk, please send me feedback, and if you have theories and so on, I love to hear from you guys!

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The days went quickly, and in two weeks time you had gotten used to the new routine. You started the days by working out with Jimin, sometimes Jungkook joined the two of you. To fight and defend on two fronts took a toll on your body. The good kind that was.

Jungkook quickly got special privileges in the gym classes, teaching those who dared go up against him. No one really did, except you, Jimin and of course Taehyung. Tae and Jungkook's version of fighting looked more like small kids than assassins, but it made the hall laugh and lifted moods. Especially whenever you and Namjoon had to separate the two.

In the following weeks you and Jin grew closer. He had been right, he was so much more than a pretty face who understood plants and chemicals. He was much more introverted than you’d first expected. He was funny with a laugh more contagious than the poisons he learned you to brew. You liked his company, but you still couldn’t decide if it was as friends or something more.

Jimin had been used to people falling over themselves to get your attention, so adding two of the three Kim brothers to the mix, didn’t really have an effect on him. And if he were being honest with himself he too had to keep his heart on a tight leash whenever he was around Taehyung. The man with the boxy grin had fought his way into his heart, and whenever he looked at him it was with big eyes of admiration.

Namjoon luckily helped him a lot. The two of them trained almost everyday, it was everything from lifting weights, sparring and dancing.

“Is this really necessary?” Namjoon asked as Jimin got comfortable on the older man's back while Namjoons legs were stretched out to each side.

“Sure it is! You need to be stretched out properly! And this is most definitely the quickest way of doing it” Jimin stated. A smile painted his lips, his eyes almost disappearing

“I feel like my muscles might snap” It sounded more like a groan than actual spoken words, but this wasn’t Jimin's first rodeo. Jungkook was as big and stiff as Namjoon, but it also meant that Jimin knew just how to work his body.

“Stop being such a drama queen!” His statement made Namjoon laugh which quickly ended with the younger of the two splayed out on the floor.

“Oh god I’m so sorry, are you okay?” Namjoon said almost panicked.

Jimin layed on the floor, looking like a starfish at the bottom of the ocean.

“Namjoon, I’ve been used to much worse in the past. I’m perfectly fine” He smiled, but even though his smile made his eyes disappear, Namjoon swore he could see the hurt in them anyways.

“Hurt how?” He asked and Jimin sighed as he shrugged.

“You know… Growing up with a sister like mine you kind of get used to abuse you know?”

Namjoon couldn’t help the puzzled look that painted his features, but instead of assuming anything he waited for Jimin to finish his story.

“When you’re born two minutes after your sister, and your dad, despite almost everyone's objections, chooses to make her the heir instead of his son… Well let’s just say it causes a lot of bullying by your peers, and talking behind your back from the adults. Because what kind of man could you be if your sister was the first choice and you the second. Not a good one, that’s for sure��

Namjoon watched as Jimin fiddled with his fingers and bit his lips to hold back the tears threatening to flood his eyes.

“I’m so sorry Chim” He said almost silently, but he picked up on it anyways.

“Don’t be, she had my back every step of the way. She beat up everyone she overheard talking badly about me, even the grown ups. She was the right choice for this position, I know that, and she proved it to everyone in the end. But… When I came out, it was kind of like people suddenly ‘understood’ my fathers decision. They praised him for seeing it from the beginning and for making the right choice. Because a woman were better than a sissy little boy like me”

“I assume he handled them?”

“Yeah, people disappeared left and right in about a month afterwards. And in the end the gossip about me stopped. But I see how people look at me, being like me is not really acceptable in our line of work”

Namjoon laid back on the cold floor and looked up into the ceiling. “No… it’s not, I had my fair share of fights with people in my younger days because of their comments about Tae. He was always different, you know? His brain works differently than most, he’s special, he’s loving and kind and goofy. But people called him weird, first because of that, later because of who he preferred to share his bed with”

“So he’s?” It was an open question but Jimin didn’t want to say it out loud for some reason. It somehow seemed too private.

Namjoon chuckled. “Yeah, he is. You know, I see the way the two of you look at eachother”

He said it as a statement not a question, so Jimin decided not to deny it. Instead he just smiled.

“It’s okay Jimin, sometimes you find love in the weirdest of places” Namjoon sent him a dimpled smile and it calmed him a little.

“Promise you won't tell him?”

“I promise”

Namjoon held up his pinky for Jimin to take.

“Damn you aren’t joking are you Kim?” Jimin said in response to the pinky promise. His eyes big and dramatic.

“Of course not, a pinky promise is not something I wanna mess with. I’ve heard it gives bad karma”

Jimin locked his pinky with Namjoons as they both laughed. Afterwards he laid down on the cool floor of the gym.

“I can't believe we’ve already been here for two weeks,” he said quietly.

Namjoon laid beside him.

“Me neither, times moving too fast”

“Hey, now that I’ve shared my secret’s it’s your turn!” Jimin turned towards Namjoon on the floor, and saw the dimpled smile he sent out into the world.

“What do you wanna know, Park?”

“How come you’re the one taking over the dynasty, and not Jin?”

“Ah…” Namjoon said and suddenly seemed like he was lost in thought.

“If it’s too private you don’t have to tell me, you know?”

Namjoon laughed. “I know, but we’re friends and allies now, so I guess you deserve to know just what’s up” He sat up and Jimin did the same.

“Jin is talented and does have very good qualities for a leader. But he just never wanted it, he doesn’t mind being in the background, being able to do what he loves without any disturbance. According to my mom I showed early signs of being a true leader, so when we got older they asked Jin what he wanted the most, and being a leader just wasn’t it, so instead it fell on me”

Namjoon shrugged. He almost looked a little embarrassed.

“And do you enjoy it?” Jimin asked, which earned a sigh from Namjoon.

“I do, I mean of course some days are better than others. And I can't wait until the day I find someone who can partake in the burden that is leading all of these people”

Jimin couldn’t help but smile. He would’ve never expected Namjoon to be as humble as he was. It was refreshing.

“Well from what I can tell people respect you a lot, plus you seem to have an incredibly kind heart, which is always a good quality, even in our profession”

As per usual Namjoon partnered up with Hoseok and Jungkook for poisons class. And if he was being honest, he didn’t really mind. Him and Jungkook had gotten friendly rather quickly. The two of them didn’t really have that much in common, but there was an underlying understanding between them. And if Jungkook were being completely honest, Namjoon was everything he had always wanted in an older brother.

He was funny, kind, and smart. He was serious, and much like Hoseok it was only when he had to be. But the difference between them was that Hoseok was his superior, Namjoon wasn’t. So it was easier being silly with him, especially after he had seen how Taehyung treated his brother.

In front of the three men were you and Jin. Sitting close to one another, smiling, laughing at each other's jokes. And the way Jin leaned close to you was enough to make Hoseok’s blood boil. It had been years since he’d seen a man get that close to you, and he didn’t like one bit.

“Excuse me” he said, as he suddenly rushed out of the class.

Your eyes followed your right hand man as he left. But you didn’t think of it as anything more than him needing the restroom.

Jungkook sighed and Namjoon laughed at his reaction.

“Is he getting jealous?” He asked curiously.

Jungkook shrugged. “Oh come on Kook, you’d have to be blind to not see that he’s completely in love with her.”

He couldn’t help the laughter that escaped him. “I guess… And what about you? You don’t get jealous of the two of them?”

Namjoon couldn’t help but smile. “No, not really. My brother is a beautiful man, and if I’m being honest his beauty was the cause of a lot of my insecurities when I was younger.”

“How? I mean you’re pretty hot yourself” Jungkook didn’t plan to say what he was thinking, and a blush quickly painted his cheeks red from embarrassment.

Namjoon laughed loudly, and the sound captivated you instantly. You were suddenly made aware of the somewhat gentle giant who was sitting behind you. It made it almost impossible to concentrate on the man who sat beside you.

“Thank you Kook! That has to be one of the nicest things anyone has said to me since we got here!”

Jungkook couldn’t help but return the dimpled smile the leader sent him.

“Jin is beautiful, but annoying and honestly he is a lot. So I think I’m just waiting for her to get tired of him” He whispered to the younger man, to prevent his brother from hearing.

“You really think that’ll happen?”

“Honestly I have no idea. But I won't intervene in other people's relationships. If she’s meant to be his, she will be. True love, well love in general is to pure, to perfect and to rare in our profession for any of us to meddle with”

Jungkook couldn’t help but admire his point of view. It was refreshing to hear a man other than just him and Jimin speak about love like that.

The eight of you sat together once again at lunch. People around you were quickly getting used to the fact that the Kim’s and the Park’s were allies, and most people therefore chose to avoid you all. It was easier that way.

Even though the cafeteria was loud, it wasn’t loud enough to shut out the loud screams and laughs that suddenly rang through the corridors, on the other side of the doors of the loud room.

It quickly forced people to look towards the doors in anticipation for whoever was able to make that much noise.

“Isn’t that…?” Jimin asked as he learned towards you, voice not louder than a whisper.

“I think it might be,” you said as a giant smile painted your lips.

The Kim brothers and their trusted Min looked at you and your men. Wondering just why Hoseok looked pissed, why Jungkook looked happy, why Jimin was blushing and why your eyes suddenly sparkled.

The doors were then abruptly opened, and a rather small man appeared, but he radiated power and his aura was almost suffocating.

Behind him followed seven men, one taller and wider than the other, all with a smirk painted on their perfectly sculpted lips.

The small man found Namjoons eyes almost instantly, and he waved in response. The rest of his men looked in your general direction and it didn’t take long for all of them to notice the close proximity between you and the Kims.

A second later one of them sprinted towards you. Jimin quickly grabbed Tae’s gun as he tried to pull it on the mountain of a man who ran towards them.

But before they had the chance to ask you just what was going on you were being pulled from your seat and twirled around like a child.

“My favorite Park!” he yelled as you laughed.

“My favorite Choi!” You answered.

It didn’t take long before a man as alluring as Jimin was sitting beside him, whispering in his ear. The blush that painted his cheeks almost enraged Taehyung, and if it wasn’t for Namjoon he would’ve most likely not have been able to control himself.

“It’s been forever, San!” You said as the man sat you down.

He was wearing black cargo pants and a bulletproof vest, but with nothing underneath, so it was very easy to spot the giant ‘A’ he had tattooed on his abs.

The rest of the men quickly gathered around you and the boys, some hugging each other, others meeting for the first time.

“Hongjoong” Namjoon said as the smaller man had catched up to the rest. Behind him stood one of the most beautiful men any of the Kims had seen.

“Hello cousin” He answered before they hugged each other.

“Meet my right hand man; Park Seonghwa,” he said, and the two quickly shook hands.

Seonghwa’s eyes kept darting towards you whenever you laughed, and Namjoon quickly catched on.

“Just go Hwa, you’ll be insufferable if you don’t get a chance to say hello” Hongjoong said. And the beauty quickly left the two cousins alone.

“You guys are a little late, aren’t you?” Namjoon asked.

Hongjoong shrugged. “A little, we were stuck in a hurricane for a little while, and then we ran into a few ships that were just laying there with a lot of precious cargo, what would you have us do? Leave them without robbing them?” He laughed.

“Of course not,” Namjoon said.

“So you’re in an alliance with the Parks huh?”

Namjoon nodded.

“What does your father say to that? And don’t say he’s happy about it, cause I know better”

“Haven't really told him yet”

Hongjoong laughed. “Of course you haven't”

You didn’t really notice Namjoon and Hongjoong talking, hell you didn’t really notice anything after you’d locked eyes with Hwa.

“Y/….” He almost said your name, luckily for you it was no more than a whisper.

He pulled you towards him. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your perfume. As the two of you separated you could feel everyone's eyes staring at the pair of you. But you didn’t really care.

You wanted to push him away, you wanted to be cold towards him, but the truth was that you had missed being in his arms.

He kissed the top of your head, lips lingering a little too long for it to be in a friendly kind of way.

Namjoon saw how Hoseok rolled his eyes at the gesture. So this must be an ex…

“I’ve missed you Blade, it’s been a while,” Seonghwa said.

“That’s kind of your own doing isn’t it?” Your voice was more teasing than mean. He shrugged, but smiled nonetheless.

Hongjoong stepped towards you, but Seonghwa never let go of you despite it.

“I see you’ve exchanged one Kim for the other Blade, and here I thought I was your favorite” Hongjoong said teasingly.

Namjoon and you both laughed.

“Sorry, Tae kind of stole that place when he defended me two weeks ago despite not knowing me”

Namjoons smile widened at your words. Gosh, I adore her.

Hongjoong couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course he did, good job cousin!” He gave Tae a high five in response. “So I guess this makes us all allies then”

“I guess so” You answered as you looked up at Seonghwa, and his eyes instantly found yours while his one hand tried to sneak around your waist.

You knew exactly what he was trying to do, but you had closed your heart off to him long ago, and therefore took two long strides away from him, leaving you in near proximity to Namjoon.

You needed some sort of reassurance, and he knew it instantly. You held your hands behind your back, shielding them off for everyone except him, turning the ring on your pinky.

It was a thing you did whenever you felt nervous or uncomfortable in any type of situation, and he had picked up on it rather quickly.

He slowly reached out, intertwining his hand with yours. He heard how your breath hitched by the sudden contact, but it didn’t take you long before you relaxed, leaving him painting circles on your skin in pure excitement. She didn’t let go!

Namjoon couldn’t help the smile he flashed. His brothers saw the change in him instantly. He suddenly stood a little taller, a little more confident.

“This is gonna be fun!” one of Hongjoongs men said. The man had finally left Jimin alone, which made it easier for Taehyung to breathe. “I’m Wooyoung by the way” he said as he waved.

The men then proceeded to introduce themselves. Namjoon was convinced he wouldn’t remember any of their names, his focus was on you and you alone. His skin, touching yours.

“Well we were almost done with lunch, so you’ll get to join us for the next class” Jimin said.

Jimin wasn’t stupid, he had always been the only one who could read you like an open book. And the red tint on your ears and cheeks were so easy to spot, that he for a second thought that the two of you might want to get caught with whatever you were up to.

“Sounds like a plan” Seonghwa said, as he once again smiled at you. But Namjoon didn’t care, you were his for these seconds he held your hand, and no man, no matter how beautiful, could take that away from him.

“Lead the way” Hongjoong said, and Taehyung quickly showed his cousin which way to go by basically dragging him along.

You and Namjoon stayed behind for as long as you could. And once the rest of the men were out of earshot you turned around to look up at him, with sparkling eyes.

“Thank you” it was no more than a whisper, but it was easy to hear the sincerity in your voice.

“Aways”

The smile he sent you could’ve stopped your heart if you’d let it.

Are you the one who’ll give meaning to my memories?

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kittyscupcakeandbunny · 11 months

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SET ME FREE x MIN YOONGI

[MAFIA AU]

PART ONE

Red Chopsticks

Side Characters: Kim Namjoon/police officer detective, Jeon Jungkook/police officer detective, Jung Hoseok/mafia member and Yoongis right hand.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood, death, robbery, killing, guns, torturing, fire, porn (a lot of it), drugs, cuss words.

Song: Gods and Monsters by Lana del Rey.

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I knew that working as an intern at the police station wasn’t going to be easy. As a young woman i knew that very well. But life wasn’t ever exactly easy for me, when i wasn’t fighting to survive i was planing how to survive tomorrow.

At least i was never bored.

“Another fight against the mafia Min left three police officers in the hospital in critical condition and five dead, the police said that they are taking care of the case right now and so far they can’t disclose any information about the investigation but, everything indicates that the mafia leader Agust d was behind it. We’ll be back after the break…”.

I took a sip of my coffee as i watched the news on the tv in wall of the coffee shop. This Agust d was one of the most wanted criminals in the world, they say he has deals with the Italian and the Japanese mafia. No one knew how he looked like, the only way to know he was behind a crime was looking at the crime scene. He had a way of doing in the most cleanest way. Bodies dropped dead in a blink of an eye and no one would know.

I always wanted to be a police detective just like my father, completely influenced by him but when he passed away i made the promise to take his place and do just as much good to the world as he did. To continue his legacy. Since I was the oldest I had to take care of the house and my younger brother. Who was still in high school.

After completing my training i was assigned to work as an intern at the police station. I’ve been working for almost four months now, it hasn’t been easy since.

Many male seniors looked down on me and tooked me for weak. But that didn’t stop me. It never did in the academy and It won’t here.

I’m gonna do my job and I’ll be the best at it.

Days are work were usually the same, sitting on my desk making documents and delivering documents with criminal information on crime scenes, criminals and people who passed.

I had to make sure every information was in order and ready to be documented and archived in the system.

At lunch break I would seat in the table with the few detectives that saw me as one of them, Namjoon was working on the Agust d case together with Jungkook and his other man, he would always take care of me when he could. As fathers used to know each other and for that reason he’s always been like a big brother for me in the station.

- how’s been work so far y/n? - he asked, a smile showing his dimples making him look even more attractive.

- same old same old - i said, sitting in front of him on the table. - how is the investigation of the Min mafia?

- don’t even tell me about it. The damn Agust d is like a ghost. - he held his chopsticks tighter, a deep look in his eyes showing me how much this case has been burning him, no one wanted to catch that man more than him - But just you wait…. I’m gonna catch him and make him pay for his crimes.

- I’m sure you will - i send him an assuring smile - no one can do that but you.

He replied my smile send a small one back to me, the air around seemed to have lightened up since.

- make sure you document our relatories right y/n - Jungkook the youngest detective said to me in a teasing way. Turning the attention to me.

- you do your job and i do mine - i said - I’ll be better then you once i become a detective.

- she’s coming for you man! - Namjoon teased, getting playful too.

- I’m not scared of girls - Jungkook stated, looking my way.

- well then I’ll make you scared - I said daring. We all just laughed after that.

Lunch time was always pleasant with them, as much as they can’t seem to stop teasing me for being the youngest, it was nice being with them.

After lunch i went back to work finding a new pile of documents with a small yellow note saying to transfer them all to the system. One of the other female workers who was a senior Looked at my way saying the boss requested me to do the documents and send it to him.

I sighed knowing it would take more then hours to complete the work, specially with how slow the system has been lately.

…

Finishing the last paper o looked outside the window at the office. It was night already, half past eleven.

I yawn getting up from the chair, time to clock out. As I walk down the stairs to the front doors of the station, Namjoon comes from the corridor of the left. I smiled at him and he does a little jog to come to me, accompany me as we both exit the building.

I take a deep breath once outside, finally time to go home.

- you need a ride home? - Namjoon offers.

- oh no, thank you though - i declined - I have my own ride home.

- don’t tell me you’re still driving that thing? - he asked incredulously of my ride home.

- hey! Don’t talk like that about my baby - i said. Hitting his arm.

- i swear that motorcycle is a monster… - he said playful.

- no it’s not… - I’m interrupted by my cell phone ringing, my brothers name shining on it. - sorry i gotta go, bye Joonie!

I quickly said by to him as i run to the parking lot, once my motorcycle was in my sight I took the call.

- hey bro what do you-

I couldn’t finished. My voice got stuck in my throat as i heard him sobbing, silent cries.

- they are coming to get me… I’m so sorry big sis…- he cried, I could hear laughs and other voices in the back.

My mind was doing loops. Different scenarios about what he might have gotten himself into that could have gotten him in that situation, i felt the rush in my body and completely lost control of myself. The only family I had was in danger and i just couldn’t breath at the thought of it. How could I not do anything?

Knowing i was just an intern at the police station but i would never turn my back to someone in need. Never.

I’m so stupid.

I moved out of instinct. Getting in the motorcycle. Turning on the GPS of his cellphone so i could track his location, finding out my brother l location was my focus now. Turning the key the loud roar of the motor was flowed through my ears. I checked the GPS once more finding out he was at the wets part of downtown.

My eyes looking incredulously at his location, just what in the world was he doing at one of the most dangerous parts of downtown?

Once I find him I’m going to smash some sense in his head, with my fry pan. Hard.

Driving this late wasn’t so bad, everyone was sleeping and those who weren’t were coming back from work or just going to parties, getting dunk or eating out. It was easier to get there faster, as i drove towards my brothers destination the streets began to slowly turn darker, and i don’t mean light sense.

I was struck by how things went down there. I never came a single kilometer close to this part of the city. Now I know why.

People fighting in the middle of the streets, some drunk men being dragged out of a pub, woman bearly clothed walking around smoking.

I stooped my motorbike to look at the GPS once again, he was close now one street ahead in the next alley. I drove there slower till I was close enough to go there on foot and made my way to the alley.

I couldn’t find words to describe this place, it smelled so bad my head started to hurt. Cigarettes and cheap alcohol, piss in the corners and some people laying on the floor. I didn’t know if they were alive but, i didn’t know if going there to check would be a good thing to do.

I had my own share of trouble to solve now. Once in the alley i felt paralyzed, honestly I didn’t know what to expect from this. I didn’t know what to do. I just knew my brother was i danger and i had to get to him quickly.

Once there i stood in the alley, my heart was weighing on my chest, as i saw three men cornering my brother. Two of them wearing big jackets and while one wore a baseball hat the other a bucket hat he was the one who held my brother against the wall while the other one threw a punch against him. Those disgusting pieces of trash.

- ya!

Anger boiled inside me. Now finally getting their attention. The one who threw the punch turning towards me. He was bald and had a dragon tattoo on his face that follow the side of his head to his left eye.

- there's nothing to see here princess - he said - get out or... we might not let you go.

- no, you leave - i stood my ground - i already called the coops, leave my brother.

They all just laugh, i didn't move an inch through if i wanted to win this I would have to fight. I knew I would.

- you all heard that? She called the cops - he said in a mocking way to the other guys and they all laughed - you must not be from here little girl.... the coops don't come here any more.

- yeah... - the other one who held my brother said, he took his cap off siding with the tattoo guy - Agust D made sure of that.

They looked at each other and chuckled.

- we gotta thank him for that... - the back one said walking towards me - thanks to him we can do whatever we want to little girls like you....

I felt like throwing up.

It wasn’t long before two arms held me from behind, a breath of cigarettes hitting my face. A forth men? I tried to break free from it but the man’s hold was strong.

Bald guy walking towards us a vile smile on his lips as he did so, my mind was completely blank and all i could hear was my heart beating faster in my chest and their laughs as if it was coming from far away.

My eyes desperately searching for my brother finding him laying on the floor, fear boiling on my body. I could only watch.

How useless i was.

- we are gonna have so much fun… - he said grabbing my face and smiling sickly. I was so disgusted and angry at the same time.

Still i spit on his face. For a second it seemed like he didn’t believe it, then he angrily cleaned his face with his hand.

- you bitch! - he was one second from slapping me in the face.

If I’m in hell, might as well shower in flames. I closed my eyes waiting for the blow, but it never came.

- what’s is all this garbage?….

A different voice said this time, before anything could happened, from behind the man in the other end of the alley a man stood there.

I couldn’t make his face as he was too far, he proceeded to light a cigarette and take a blow. Smoke flying above his face as he lets it all out. He was wearing simple clothes, ripped jeans a white shirt and flower shirt over it. Long black hair slick back. He walked slowly towards the commotion, as if this was nothing but exactly what he stated: garbage.

- we don’t need more people here friend… - the man in front of me said, walking towards the new stranger - just keep minding your own business.

- well you see… friend - he said closer now, eyes falling over mine and i noticed the scar on his face. It made him look mad. - i don’t like men hurting woman…

- I don’t give a shit about what you don’t like get the fu- before the man can say even one more word, scar men throws a punch on him, cigarette still between his lips.

He falls on the ground nose bleeding and groaning in pain, scar men takes a second blow lof the cigarette letting the smoke fall out of his lips slowly in the air watching the men on the ground, a smirk on his face.

- I also don’t like poor dirty vocabulary… - he said, throwing the rest of the cigarette on the man.

The two other guys went stray to the scar men, one of them throwing a punch on him but he quickly dogged grabbing the guys arm bringing towards him he punched his ribs then kicked him on the same spot, while this were happening the other one who just watched grabbed a piece of wood and went straight to the scar face men.

It happened so fast, the guy didn’t stood a chance as scar face held the piece of wood and his other hand before he could do anything, a sick laugh coming from scar face lips. He looked as if he was having the most fun but, more then anything like this was nothing to him.

I knew he went hard when i heard the sound of cracking, but it wasn’t from the wood. The painful groan that left the guy mouth was enough to tell me, scar men broke his arm then threw the guy on the floor two with another kick. He stood there pushed his hair back and looked at me, a smirk still on his face.

The forth men that was holding me finally let me go, turning back i only saw him walking fast as if he had nothing to do with this signaling to the other men to get out of there, one after the other they got up from the floor leaving quickly. I don’t know who that men with the scar is but although he helped me and my brother, he doesn’t seem like one to mess with.

As the alley was clear i ran to my brother, checking to see if he was okay. He hugged me as soon as i kneeled beside him.

- why did you come? - he cried on my shoulder - they could’ve hurt you…

- and they hurt you - I told him - how could i not come? Should I have just left your!? You punk.

I helped him up holding him by the waist, I honestly thought the scar men wouldn’t be here anymore. I was surprise to see he was still there looking at me and my brother. Both hands on the pockets of his jeans.

Noticing my look of surprise at him he only side smiled, I couldn’t read his expression.

- it’s still dangerous to be alone at this time… - he said walking to the end of the alley where he came from and towards the street - let’s eat something till things cool down in downtown.

I didn’t question. I didn’t know how things worked at downtown and if he’s from here he knows more then I do. Seeing how my brother was still in pain I thought that would be a good idea, at least until he gets better to go and as the scar men said till thing cold down.

So i follow the him. We walked without saying anything else, the streets of downtown seemed to really be quieting down now . He stopped in front what looked like a noddle restaurant, it looked old with rustic furniture and decor.

He walked around as if he new the place and quickly sat down in one of the tables on the back, i fallowed him sitting in front of him after helping my brother to sit beside me.

And old lady came to our table, she seemed to know scar face as she smiled at him.

- the usual mister Yoongi? - she asked him, he nodded.

- the same for them - he then replied, she looked at me once then my brother the expression on her face showing clearly. Pity.

She quickly went back to prepare the food, i looked at the men in front of me. The scar on his face gave him a fearful look, he had sharp eyes too and moved with so much confidence and control of himself. Nothing around his surrounding seemed to fazed him, he looked indifferent to everything.

He’s from downtown. The part of the city were crime was all over it, the mafia Min had control over it more then the military soldiers. No one could take this area down. They had so much power over it no one from the outside could even imagine what was truly happening here, everyone feared getting even the stlighly close to here.

I tried not to think about it so much as time passed, the food was put in front of us by the old lady. The scar face who’s name the old lady said before was Yoongi took his chopsticks blowing the noddles before eating.

His knuckles had some blood on them, but he just eat as if it wasn’t nothing to him. Are all the people in downtown like this? Born bad? Born with blood in their hands.

Now here i’m right in the middle of it. With this men in front of me who looked like he was some kind of mafia criminal.

- are you in the mafia? - I only realized I said my thoughts out loud when he looked at me.

He stoped mid eating, mouth slightly opened as he hold his chopstick. His eyes locked on mine and he stared at me, it felt cold the more i held eye contact with him. I couldn't decipher what was going on his mind, it made me even more intrigued and for a second it felt like time had stoped, everyone and every thing around us simply didn't exist.

How did I get here? Who was this men?

I couldn't breath. My eyes were glued on his, how could someone like him have this kind of effect on people? I felt a shiver run down my spine as he licked his lips smirking if that was somebody else I’m sure it wouldn’t look as attractive as he made it look and before he took a bite of his food he simply said without breaking eye contact with me.

- no.

Nothing else was said after that.

We all just eat our food. The silence was filled with only dish sounds and food being cooked, some old people talking about sports and how some areas were too dangerous.

I kept checking on my brother to see if was fine, he only eat his food quietly blood dried already on his bottom lip, a bruise on his right eye turning red. I hated the fact i couldn’t protect him. Even after becoming a police officer I couldn’t do anything to protect my only family.

Mat the sudden movement in front of me my eyes turning to Yoongi as he got up from his seat, he grabbed the pair of red chopsticks before looking at me one last time.

- i have something to deal with now - he said - you know that way out, don’t worry about the food… is on me.

Was all he said before turning his back and walking towards the back of the restaurant with the red chopsticks.

What a night.

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BTS Reaction Mafia || You’re Pregnant And Disappear On Him

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - August 2022

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An: I got a little carried away with a few of them ahh sorry!

SEOKJIN: 1.7K

Jin shook his head at you as he continued to walk around his home office in search of everything he was going to need for the night. You'd started fighting with one another the second you found out that he was going to be gone for the night.

"You don't even see a problem with it do you?" You yelled as you stared at your husband who was, once again, getting ready to leave you alone here all night long. Locked up inside of the safehouse as if you were some kind of fairytale princess that needed to be kept away from everything else in the world. Ever since you'd gotten here you'd not been outside unless it was for the baby and even then you were taken to the car door, escorted into the hospital and brought straight back here. You couldn't remember the last time you'd been able to go outside and stretch your legs for longer than two minutes. Even the balconies were off limits to you while you were here.

"No, I don't. I see me, protecting the love of my life from everything bad outside," You rolled your eyes at the statement. It was the same one he had used when he first bought you here. That was under the promise that nothing would be different and you would still have all of your freedom but all of that was a lie. Jin had practically locked you inside and threw away the key, even changing all of the combinations on the doors that lead to the outside.

"You're being insane! I just want to go out for a little while, god. Why is that so hard? Just a small walk around the Han River, what is so bad about that?" You threw your hands up in defeat and Jin turned to stare at you. He couldn't believe that you weren't able to see the possible dangers that would come along if you were seen outside in your state right now. Everyone knew of your pregnancy and it would be idiotic to let you out of the house while you were practically a walking and talking target.

"You could get kidnapped, you could get stabbed or someone could easily take you and keep you until you deliver my baby," He stated as he stared down at the bump, you looked as though you were about ready to pop which worried Jin even more. What if you go out and you go into labour while you're walking around the streets? No one but your guard would be with you and you'd be in trouble.

"Our baby! She's ours!" You grumbled, running your hands over the bump. You couldn't stand it when he referred to your baby as just "his" as if he was the only one who had a hand in creating the little bundle that was growing inside of you.

"You don't know it's a girl," He grumbled bitterly as you rolled your eyes. Not only had he called your child an "it" he'd been holding out hopes that it was going to be a boy. It wouldn't have bothered you that much but you knew that he only wanted a boy so he could take over Jin's empire without hassle. God forbid if a woman became the leader of his entire life's work.

"Will you stop calling our baby "it"? Don't you feel any kind of attachment to them? Or was it just another way to get higher up in the mafia life?!" It was a low blow and you knew that but right now you didn't care right now you were laying out all your feelings onto the table. It felt as though Jin had used you to get married and have an heir to his throne only to leave you when got exactly what he wanted from you. Everyone knew that the top dog had to have someone to pass his lifework down to and you weren't dumb. Your marriage had been an arrangement at first until the two of you truly fell in love with one another.

"You didn't just say that?" He grumbled, his voice sounded hurt but you stood your ground. It was about time he heard how he was making you feel.

"I did. Because that's what it feels like! You're never here! You're always out of the house, you miss appointments and I can't remember the last time you spoke to our child," Jin shook his head as he began to walk out of the office, you were hot on his trail following him into the main entrance of your home.

"Because it's a bump! There's no child to talk to yet," He harshly said as he turned to look at your guard. The man was around 6'3 and standing by the door to make sure you didn't try and run as soon as Jin left.

"But it doesn't mean they can't hear you," You were hurt by the whole thing. From everything, you'd read about other people and their babies the father had always been so attentive and caring toward the mother and bump. You wanted that with Jin, you knew he wasn't the big and scary man he made himself out to be since he'd always been soft with you.

"You're being ridicilous," Jin said as he shook his head at you, no longer wanting to have this discussion, he was going to be late.

"I'm being ridiculous?! I haven't spent a night with my husband in three months. You're never here!" You screamed out as he turned his back on you and began to put his keys into the door, unlocking it as you stared at the back of his head. Tears rushed to your eyes as you realised he was just going to walk out even after you expressed you didn't want him to.

"So you're just going to walk away?"

"There's nothing to talk about and I have to get to work." He murmured as he got the door unlocked and turned to look at you, his heart broke seeing you crying but he wasn't going to back down. There was no way he was going to risk you going outside and getting hurt and all of this overtime was for you. If he could get everything he needed to do done and out of the way he could spend more time with you when the baby came.

"Nothing to talk about? So you don't want to talk about how you haven't been to a single scan since the first one?" You questioned, folding your hands over your chest as he shook his head,

"No."

"Or that your wife feels as though you don't love her anymore all because she got pregnant?" The statement hit him harder than he was expecting it to do but all he did was walk out of the door, slamming it shut with brute force behind him.

[X]

When he got home he expected to find you in bed but you weren't there, then he frantically checked every other room in the house and began to yell for all of his men to find you. He'd come back a few hours later after leaving the house, he'd bought flowers and all of your favourite snacks as a form of apology. He'd not been able to concentrate on anything at the office and all he wanted was to come back to you but when he got home you were gone. Completely gone. Your guard was out cold on the sofa and the bedroom was empty, including every other room inside of the safehouse.

"This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't fallen asleep!" Jin screamed as he walked around the Han River, all of his men covering every inch of it and walking in different directions in the hopes of finding you.

"Sir,"

"No. You're an imbecile! How could you let a pregnant woman drug you?!" He screamed as he thought about the sleeping tablets he'd found inside the kitchen. It was rather smart of you but Jin wasn't going to admit that,

"If even so much as a hair is hurt on her I'll end you. I will torture you with torture that hasn't even been invented yet," He warned before turning to look around for you, calling your name out over and over again.

"We found her," One of his men panted, pointing over to a bench that was overlooking the river. They'd all tried to get you to leave but it wasn't going to happen any time soon when you didn't want to go anywhere.

"I told you not to go out," Jin stated as he came and sat down beside you, you didn't even turn your head to look at him and it worried him. It wasn't like you to be this calm and he couldn't stand it.

"I needed fresh air," You mumbled, shivering a little as you stared down at the water. It was a beautiful night and you were glad you'd snuck out when you did. It'd been too long since you got to sit under the stars,

"Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" Jin quizzed as he slipped off his blazer and put it over your shoulders, staring at you as you didn't even react to him touching you.

"Don't worry. Your baby is fine." You were being frank with him and he couldn't stand it, he should have just stayed home and taken a walk with you then none of this would be happening.

"I was worried about the both of you," He told you, reaching his hand out and squeezing yours but you just move your hand away from him making him flinch.

"Don't lie. We both know you're only worried something might happen to your baby and you'll not have anyone to pass it down to." You stared at the water and Jin stood up and blocked your view.

"I came home to take you out, to go for a walk before the two of us would go home and watch sappy movies all night long," Your heart clenched as you stared up at Jin, it was obvious now that he'd been crying and you whimpered a little.

"I freaked out when I saw you were gone...Please...Don't take my protectiveness as not caring. I've been working overtime in hopes of being able to spend more time with you when the baby comes,"

"Jin..." Your voice trembled as you got up from the bench and stood in front of him, placing your hand on his chest as he looked down at you with tear-filled eyes.

"I assure you that I would never do something if I didn't think it was for the best," You smiled weakly at the statement before kissing his lips softly.

"Take me home," You begged as he nodded his head and took your hand in his, all of his men walking behind you and making sure you weren't being followed.

"Nice job on the sleeping tablets," Jin whispered as you finally made your way back into the safehouse. A smirk grew on your lips as you stared up at him,

"I'm a genius, are you ready for sappy movies?" You quizzed as you took your husband's hand in yours and began to pull him toward the bedroom.

YOONGI:1.3K

The doctor's office was cold with your bump exposed the way it was but you were just sitting on the bed while the nurse watched you nervously. Your guard was manned outside of the door to make sure no one would come in while you were in a vulnerable spot.

"You said you would be here," You grumbled down the phone to Yoongi who hadn't bothered to show up for your final baby scan. You were inside the doctor's office sitting on the bed refusing to let her touch you until your husband was here. But as it turned out he was going to be a no show,

"I know but I'm running late and I have a shipment to take care of because Jimin-"

"I don't want to hear your excuses. I wanted you here." It sounded childish but this was your child, the child that you and Yoongi had made together and he was treating this as if it was all some kind of joke to him.

"Yn, you know what this life is like." Yoongi sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he overlooked everything that was on the desk in front of him. He would have killed to be with you right now but some things just couldn't be helped, especially when he had dumb workers who weren't doing what they were supposed to be,

"I don't care. This is our child and you're supposed to be a part of all of this," You mumbled bitterly, glancing at the nurse who was doing everything she could to avoid looking in your direction. All of the hospital staff were under strict obligations not to mess with you or Yoongi and you knew that he'd gotten the best of the best inside of the hospital to take care of you.

"Babe," Yoongi sighed, getting up from his chair and going to grab his jacket. If it meant that much to you he was just going to put someone else in charge of the order and get there as quickly as possible.

"Don't babe me," You snapped, it was the same passive-aggressive tone he would use whenever he wanted to be condescending to you and you couldn't stand it. You'd done everything he'd told you to since getting pregnant.

You cut down on what food he wanted, you didn't go out as much because you knew you were a walking target and not to mention you'd even agreed to private health care when you were perfectly fine with your original health care.

"I'll be there as soon as I can. I don't think I'll make it to the scan though," He stated as he looked down at his watch. The scan should have started five minutes ago but you'd refused to until you knew whether or not he was coming.

"Whatever." You grumbled before hanging up and staring at the nurse, waiting for her to begin the scan.

"Miss Yln, I don't think Mr Min would want you to do this." Your personal guard said as you walked straight past the car that you were supposed to be climbing inside of. Yoongi still hadn't shown up and you'd waited for well over an hour now, you refused to wait inside of a hospital any longer than you had done already.

"Mr Min can take it up with someone who cares," You mumbled as you slammed the door shut and continued to walk along the streets. Your guard stared at you anxiously as he didn't know whether to follow you or wait for Yoongi to drop by.

"You can come with me if you're worried," You smirked as the guard began to follow along with you.

[X]

"Where have you been?!" Yoongi yelled as you suddenly walked into the house, staring at him and all of the police that was inside your living room.

"I went shopping," You said as if it was the most casual thing in the world, dismissing the policemen as you walked right past them and stood in front of Yoongi who looked as though he'd seen a ghost.

"I got some cute baby onesies and then we went and got some toys," You told him with a giant smile, holding up all of the bags you were carrying - which weren't many since Hoseok told you he would carry everything for you.

"We?"

"Me and Hobi," You said as you pointed at the struggling guard, he was attempting to bring in all of the heavy boxes. Everything you had purchased was in his hands, it had taken multiple trips to get everything into the house.

"You went out?"

"Yeah, I knew we were in need of some toys and you weren't going to take me anytime soon," Yoongi sighed as he told the police to leave and sent most of his men with Hobi upstairs to the nursery to drop off everything you bought.

"Was it payback for me missing the appointment?" Yoongi sighed as he realised you had done this all out of retaliation. When he showed up at the hospital he completely freaked out about you not being there. He saw the car and instantly thought that something awful had happened to you. Then when Hoseok stopped answering his messages Yoongi felt so sick he called every police department in the district, there was no way he was going to let something happen to you.

"Hmm?" You asked, turning to look at him and feeling a pang of guilt as you saw the state of your husband. His hair was all over the place and it looked as though he had been crying for a while now. You never would have done it if you thought he was going to cry, you just needed to get out for a while and enjoy being out of the house.

"Making me sick with worry, getting Hoseok to ignore direct orders and ignoring all of my calls. Was it payback?" His voice cracked as he moved closer to you, taking your hands in his and giving them a tight squeeze as you bit down on your lip. Maybe you had gone a little overboard with making Hoseok promise not to text Yoongi, you just hoped he wouldn't get into trouble for something you had ordered him to do.

"Maybe," You admitted shyly and he let out a small chuckle, even if you had annoyed him by running away he still found you incredibly adorable with the way you were acting.

"Maybe?"

"Yeah, I was mad at you and I didn't want to come home right away," You licked your lips slowly and turned to look up at your husband. It was wrong and you knew that and it was petty but all you wanted was to have your husband by your side during a pregnancy scan. What was so hard about that?

"Yn, you know the dangers, something terrible could have happened to you." He looked at you and you smiled a little, looking down at the small onesie in your hand. It had all been worth it to you since you managed to get everything you wanted for the baby.

"I know but we needed to get stuff too..." You looked at him and he smiled down at you shaking his head slowly as he thought about it. If you'd asked he would have taken you in a heartbeat,

"I would have taken you, all you had to do was ask."

"Really?" Your eyes lit up and he felt bad that you hadn't thought about asking him in fear of him saying no.

"Yes, you know I can't say no to you." He chuckled and you let out a small giggle at the thought of it. It was true, you could still remember asking him for something embarrassing in front of all of his men and he did it without even thinking.

"Hmm it is a huge weakness of yours," You smirked as he pulled you close to him, smiling down at you as you let out a whine at the feeling of being moved. You were completely tired and didn't want to move for the foreseeable future.

"Which you happily exploit," He teased before you kissed him softly, slowly moving off the sofa to go and show off everything you had gotten for the baby.

HOSEOK:1.2K

The longer you went on about all of this the more Hoseok wanted to go to work, which was something he'd been dodging for the last month. With you being so close to your birth date Hoseok wanted to spend as much time with you at home as possible in case you went into labour but the longer he sat here the more he regretted that. Maybe he should have gone to work and got one of his men to message him when the moment was coming. At least that way he would have been able to avoid all of this happening.

"I was not looking at her," Hoseok grumbled as he followed you through the house and into the living room of your luxury home. The two of you had just gotten home from having some lunch outside when you decided to pick a fight on the way home. You claimed that Hoseok had been checking out the waitress that had been serving you but he really wasn't. In fact, the whole time at lunch he was on edge expecting someone to come over and spark a conversation with him when all he wanted was to be alone with you. It had been so long since the two of you actually had some time alone together and he had very much been looking forward to it.

"Sure, just like you didn't stare at her ass," You grumbled while taking off your shoes and sighing out at the comfort you got about not having to wear them. Pregnancy was no joke and you were pooped just from walking from the car into the house.

"I wasn't. In case you haven't noticed, I only have eyes for one woman in my life and she is standing right in front of me," Hoseok smiled at you as he pointed to the ring he had on his finger but you still weren't convinced. You know for a fact you'd seen him looking at her perky little ass and you hated that it wasn't yours that he was looking at.

"You haven't looked at me that way since we got pregnant," You mumbled annoyingly at him. Ever since you'd gotten pregnant you felt as though he had been ignoring you and looking for someone younger, someone better. Someone that didn't look as though they had swallowed a planet. But that was the joys when you were carrying twins.

"I look at you that way all of the time you just never notice," Hoseok sighed as he sat down on the sofa and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He knew that your hormones were going to be all over the place but he never would have imagined that they would get this bad.

"I only have eyes for you babe," He cooed while holding his arms open, expecting you to walk right into them and smile but you didn't. You walked past him and shook your head, there was no way he was going to sweet talk his way out of this one.

"You can look at whoever you want, you're Jung Hoseok, the most feared man in Seoul." You said dramatically while walking toward the bedroom, you wanted to change into a baggy shirt and eat your cravings, not having to worry about anything else right now.

"Yn, you're being a little childish, don't you think?" You froze as soon as you heard the words leave his mouth, your body turned slowly and it creeped Hoseok out a little. It was like one of the scary movies where the ghost slowly turns around and just stared at the camera.

"wow! So now I'm childish?!" Hoseok groaned rolling his head back against the back of the sofa, it was going to be a long night if you were going to sit and pick on everything he was going to say.

"Yn, come on! I didn't mean it, I was just-" He stopped speaking when you slammed the bedroom door and he groaned staring up at the ceiling.

"It's going to be a long night," He mumbled to himself before shutting his eyes in hopes of getting a little sleep.

[X]

When Hoseok finally woke up he checked the time and decided he needed to go and check on you. It was almost four in the morning and he was ready to kiss and make up with you - providing that you'd calmed down a little first.

"Hey, baby?" He whispered while walking into the bedroom only to find the bed completely empty and all of the lights were switched on.

"Yn?!" He cried out while running toward the balcony door that was wide open, the balcony gate wide open since it was on the ground floor and looked right out into the back garden.

"Babe! You out there?!" He yelled while walking into the back garden to find absolutely no sign of you anywhere in sight and he rushed back inside to grab his gun and phone in the hopes of finding you.

[X]

"Welcome to your new home," You giggled while walking into the house with a puppy by your feet, Hoseok looked up from the laptop in front of him and froze.

"Cancel that last order," He mumbled into the phone without taking his eyes off you, slamming his phone down as he got up from the sofa.

"Yn?! What the hell?!" He rushed toward you, holding your face in his hands and tilting it from side to side looking for any signs that you could have been hurt while you were out.

"You've been gone all morning!" He yelled as he finally realised that you were perfectly fine, you got down onto your knees and let the puppy go so he could walk around the house and get a good sense of everything.

"I bought a dog," You smiled as though there was nothing wrong with what you had done. You'd originally only gone out so that you could get some air but you'd ended up coming across an animal shelter and you couldn't just leave the little puppy alone.

"I can see that. What were you thinking?" Hoseok sighed as he followed you through the hallway and toward the kitchen so that you could give some food to the dog.

"I was thinking that the twins are going to want a dog eventually so why not get one now."

"No. I mean," Hoseok sighed as he tried to be as calm as possible about all of this so he didn't start another fight with you. All morning long he had felt unbelievably sick to his stomach, he thought someone had taken you hostage and he was seconds away from calling a raid on one of the other men's homes.

"I don't care that you got a dog, what were you thinking when you left without telling me?" You glanced at Hoseok and looked down at your hands, maybe it had been childish and immature of you but you'd been mad at him.

"I was mad at you and then I wasn't mad...I would have text but-"

"Your phone was here," He said as he held up the phone and you smiled weakly, quickly walking into his arms and hugging him tightly. "I'm sorry I was a mess yesterday, I know you didn't stare at her ass," You whispered as he rubbed your back softly, kissing the top of your head and smiling a little.

"I'm sorry I called you childish," He smiled before kissing the top of your head once more and getting you to introduce him to the new addition to the family.

NAMJON:1.4K

"I suppose you think it's funny? How funny would it be if I shot you right now?" You heard Namjoon yell followed by the cries of someone begging for their life. It wasn't something you weren't used to by any means but you were trying to sleep and the last thing you wanted was to hear your husband torturing someone in the basement of your home. Normally Namjoon wouldn't bring his work home with him but this was something different, something personal and he would be dammed if he was going to let this man get away with what he had done.

"Can you shut the fuck up?" You asked as you walked into the basement, staring down at the man that was being held onto a chair with a gag in his mouth. It looked as though the boys had just finished pouring water over a towel on his face and he looked terrified. Once again, it wasn't anything you hadn't seen before and it didn't scare you. Nothing seemed to scare you now that you were married to one of the most feared men in Seoul, no one messed with you. You were completely untouchable to everyone around you.

"Yn, go upstairs," Namjoon ordered not lifting his eyes from the man in front of you who seemed to be staring at you, smirking under the gag that was inside of his mouth. You eyed the man up before turning to look at Namjoon, you didn't care what Namjoon did as long as the man didn't wake you up anymore.

"Not until you get him to shut up, cut out his tongue if you have to. Some of us are trying to sleep and your baby appears to be trying to keep me awake." You grumbled at him. It had been two weeks of broken sleep for you and you were beginning to get driven up the wall. All you wanted was one decent night of peaceful sleep but it appeared as though it was never going to happen for you.

"Babe, please." There was a slight pleading tone to Namjoon's words and you stared at him confused, he'd never gotten like this with you before when you'd walked in on him doing something like this.

"Joonie?" You frowned before everything happened within a couple of seconds, the chair hit the floor and people scrambled to grab hold of the man that was now on the loose and running straight for you but he never made it to you. A loud gunshot sounded and the guy hit the floor right beside your feet, splattering your face with blood as you turned to look at your husband in shock. Your whole body was shaking as you realised the man had been attempting to grab you and if it hadn't been for Namjoon he probably would have succeeded and who knows what could have happened.

"I told you to fucking go upstairs!" He boomed out, his face turning red as he got angry with you. How could you not follow a simple instruction?

"Are you that dumb you don't know how to follow a fucking order?!" He yelled out without thinking about his words first, all he cared about right now was the fact that someone had just tried to attack him.

"You're saying this was my fault?! You're the idiot that didn't have him tied down!" You weren't going to let him get away with passing the blame onto you. It was simple if you were torturing someone you tied them down so they didn't have a chance to get free and leave.

"I gave you an order," Namjoon was seething with anger as he stared down at you, your eyes staring back into his with just the same amount of anger that he was giving to you.

"What did I tell you about you and your orders?!" You asked him while letting out a dry and sarcastic laugh. When you first started dating you had told him you weren't one of his men, nor were you a puppet to pull the strings of.

"Do you have any idea what he would have done to you?! What he could have done!?"

"He didn't though, I'm fine." You grumbled as you walked away from him, wanting to shower instead of standing there covered in some man's blood.

"Don't walk away from me!" Namjoon called out but you slammed and locked the bathroom door just to make a point of not following his orders and he began yelling at his men to clean everything up.

[X]

It had been two weeks. Two weeks and there were no signs of you anywhere, your phone had been turned off and left at the house so there was no way of tracking you. Namjoon knew he never should have taken the tracking device off your car and the one on your necklace, he should have known better.

"I want every house, shop, bakery and everywhere you can find searched!" Namjoon yelled at the man in front of him who appeared to be shaking. Ever since you'd walked away Namjoon had been worried sick, barely sleeping and had become more irritable than ever before. It was a miracle that most of the people he was working with weren't dead already with the way that they were acting in front of him.

"Boss," One of them mumbled as the front door opened to reveal you and your mother-in-law smiling at one another and carrying bags.

"Where the fuck have you been?!" Namjoon's voice was deep and loud as he got up from the sofa and stared over at you,

"Language," His mother scolded before taking the bags out of his hand and handing them off to one of Namjoon's many men, ordering him to take them straight up to the bedroom.

"I told you I was going to stay with your mum," You said as you watched his mother go to make some tea for everyone. The house was a complete mess and you wondered what had been going on for the last two weeks.

"No, you didn't." He mumbled trying to remember anything you might have said that would even hint as to where you might be but you had. You'd told him weeks ago that you were going to be spending some time with his mother.

"Yes, I did. Three weeks ago, I told you I'd be going to stay with her so I could get some peace and quiet." He shook his head at you, he was almost positive that he couldn't remember you saying anything.

"No."

"Namjoon! I even wrote it down on your many calendars and added sticky notes around the house." His mother could be heard laughing softly from the kitchen.

"What?" Namjoon hadn't seen any, mostly because he'd been too busy panicking to think about looking for sticky notes.

"I added one to the food in the fridge." You stared at him before realising that he probably hadn't been eating properly like he was supposed to.

"I've been...e-eating mostly take out while I was out looking for you,"

"Joonie." You sighed, walking over to him and then down at everything that was on your coffee table. A list of places that had all been ransacked as they had all been searching for you, and not to mention a list of serial killers all dead now since Namjoon thought they'd taken you.

"You could have called your mother,"

"You could have taken your phone," He countered your argument and you looked up at him, you were partly to blame for a lot of what had happened but you never would have expected any of this.

"I was mad at you," You admitted before sighing,

"Let's clean the house up, we should do that and get something- oh god," You groaned, suddenly holding your bump as you gripped onto Namjoon tightly.

"What? What is it?" He questioned repeatedly before his mother walked into the room,

"It's time," She said calmly, rushing over to you and holding your hand in hers as you began to breathe deeply through your nose trying to manage the pain as best as you could.

"Time?" Namjoon frowned staring at you as you both headed for the front door of the house,

"To have a baby," You yelled out at him as if it wasn't obvious enough what you were going through right now.

"B-But it's a month early!" Namjoon called out as he rushed to grab the "go" bag that you had waiting for you for months now, standing on the other side of you and holding your hand.

"Babies don't do schedules, son. Let's go!" His mother chuckled as she began to help you out of the house and in the direction of the car while Namjoon ordered his men to get the house prepared.

JIMIN:1.1k

The sunlight was blinding to Jimin and he groaned trying to fall back to sleep but the giant lightbulb in the sun was making it too hard for him to actually fall back to sleep.

"Fuck," Jimin grunted as he slowly rolled over in the bed to cuddle into you, only to find cold and empty sheets where you should have been sleeping. It wasn't right, he remembered going to sleep with you in his arms...or rather falling asleep in the same room as you but you weren't here now. It wasn't like you to wake up and not wake Jimin up at the same time.

"Babe?" He called out, slowly getting up from the bed and changing into some fresh clothes. Maybe you'd gotten up to make breakfast but he couldn't hear the usual music you would play while cooking. Nor could he smell the burning of the first pancake. He rushed to check the bathrooms, maybe you were having morning sickness but you were nowhere in sight.

"Yn?" He called out once again before walking into the living room to find it completely empty. The only sign of someone being there was the cleaner and his two guards who were all staring at him and waiting for instructions to do something. It was Sunday which mean Jimin had the entire day off just to spend with you, it was upsetting to him that you had just left without a word about it.

"Sir? Can we help with anything?" One of his guards asked when he noticed how distressed Jimin appeared to be getting when he couldn't find you.

"Have you seen Yn? She didn't mention anything about going out," Jimin explained as he rubbed the back of his neck, frowning as he tried to remember anything from the night before but most of it was a blur. He'd been drinking while out to dinner with you and he'd gone a little too hard on the drinks,

"Not since last night when the two of you came home," The guard explained while shaking his head. None of them had seen you since the previous night and it was no wonder you had walked off without explanation after what they had heard.

"She hasn't checked with you before going out?" Jimin frowned, it really wasn't like you to go out without telling anyone about it. Even if you and Jimin were fighting you would usually leave a note or take a guard out with you.

"No, sir." Both of them answered, an uneasy feeling began to settle inside of Jimin as he thought about what could have happened to you. If you'd gone out alone there was a possibility someone had taken you and Jimin wanted answers.

"Check the CCTV footage for me and find her. NOW!" Jimin boomed before looking to the cleaner who was staring back at him saying nothing but Jimin could tell by the look on her face that she knew something.

"Did you see her?" He asked harshly before she shook her head,

"Not since your fight last night,"

"Fight?" Jimin couldn't remember a fight with you, at least not a big one that would make you run away from him.

"The two of you came back late and you had been flirting with someone at the bar,"

"Oh...Right," It all rushed back to Jimin about what had happened. The two of you had gone out to dinner when he humped into an old friend. Someone he used to date and he began to talk with her a lot, catching up with her and your pregnancy brain instantly took it as him flirting with another woman. Blowing up into a huge fight as soon as you got home until he passed out on the bed from exhaustion.

"I want her found, now." He panicked turning around and heading back up to his office to try and go through the CCTV footage he had inside of the house to see if he could see you coming or doing anywhere.

[X]

There was no sign of you anywhere, the guards had checked all of the rooms that they could find but the place was huge. Not only that but most of the cameras inside of the house hadn't been working the night before thanks to the storm and Jimin was worried you were out in the streets. So he was going out with a team while another team stayed in in case someone called or you came back home.

"What are you doing?" You asked suddenly when you saw Jimin rushing toward the front door covered in a layer of sweat and looking ill. You figured he was hungover or something but as soon as he stared at you he let out a shaky breath, You'd just come out of the spare bedroom to see him and a bunch of the guards rushing around the house looking quite panicked,

"Where the fuck have you been?" Jimin snapped harshly making you stare at him in silence, you didn't just come out of the room to be insulted. You'd come out for food and some clothes not to have someone yell at you. You were over the fight from the night before and you realised you were probably being over dramatic about everything.

"Sorry...I- Where have you been? Why didn't you tell someone where you were going?" You frowned, it wasn't as though you'd gone far and you figured he and everyone else would have seen it on the footage where you were.

"I was in the guest room. I was staying away from your drunk ass after we fought," You mumbled before he kissed the top of your head softly, bringing you closer to him as he shook his head at you.

"I'm sorry about last night, I wasn't flirting...But I'm sorry we fought so badly you slept somewhere else," He told you as he walked you toward the kitchen, nodding to the cook to start making you both something to eat.

"I'm sorry too, I think the hormones were making me crazy jealous," You admitted shyly as he shook his head at you, promising it that it was all in the past now.

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You threw your arms around the waist of your husband and smiled as you cuddled into him. He was supposed to be getting dressed but you had been distracting him with non-stop cuddles for most of the morning. But it was finally time for him to head out for the day and he couldn't keep putting it off because of you.

"I'm going out for tteokbokki today, do you need anything while I'm out?" You quizzed as Taehyung pulled on a tie and frowned at the thought of it. You hadn't mentioned anything about going out yesterday or this morning when you were discussing the day's events. He wracked his brain trying to remember if you'd said anything to him a couple of weeks ago but he couldn't remember you saying anything or even adding it to the calendar.

"What?" He turned to face you and you began doing his tie-up for him with a giant smile plastered across your face. You'd been looking forward to going out for lunch for the last week and it had completely slipt your mind to tell Taehyung before now.

"Tteokbokki...With the girls, we want to go out for lunch together. I forgot to say something when we first made plans. But I think we're also going out shopping to get a few bits for the baby," Taehyung nodded along, he saw nothing wrong with any of this as long as you took Jimin or Hoseok with you to keep watch on you while you were out. There was no way he was going to let you go out there alone, you were like a walking target for anyone that wanted to hurt Taehyung.

"The girls?" He questioned, just to be sure he knew who was going to be there and they were who he approved of. Not that he told you who you could and couldn't hang out with but there were some people you knew who he just didn't trust.

"Me, Jin's wife, Jimin's wife...Namjoon's girlfriend said she wants to come too," You shrugged your shoulders and patted his tie down as you finished doing it for him. As soon as he heard that Namjoon's girlfriend was going he knew you weren't going to like what he had to say,

"No."

"No?" You frowned, looking up at him. It wasn't as though you were asking his permission. You'd only asked if he wanted something brought back from the shopping trip.

"No."

"I think you're confused, I wasn't asking for permission. I'm not a child." You stated while standing your ground, putting your hand onto your hip as you stared up at your boyfriend. What part of him thought he could tell you what you could and couldn't do?

"But you happen to be carrying mine."

"So? That doesn't mean you get to dictate every little thing that I do." You mumbled while heading over to the wardrobe to look for something to wear but Taehyung wasn't letting this go. There was no way on this earth that you were going to go out with Namjoon's girlfriend.

"True but you're not going out with them,"

"Why?" You turned to face him. He'd never really had a problem with you going out before and it wasn't as though you were asking to fly to another country. It was a simple girls' date in the middle of the city for food and some light shopping, you'd take the guards with you since it was a mandatory thing for you these days.

"I don't trust Namjoon's girlfriend," He answered plainly, giving you no reasoning behind the statement.

"Why?"

"Because they're not married yet, who knows what she's up to." You frowned at this, what did that have to do with anything? She just didn't want to get married and there was nothing wrong with that.

"What are you talking about?"

"She's said no to marrying him three times, I don't trust her. She could be using him to get closer to you." You blinked at him, you could hardly believe that was what he truly believed Namjoon's girlfriend of five years could be doing. If he was right - which he wasn't - she was playing a very long game in order to get close to you.

"You're being paranoid, she's just not wanting to get married that's all. Please, I'm dying to get some tteokbokki," You groaned at the thought of it. It had been one of your pregnancy cravings lately and you were dying to get your hands on some at a specific restaurant in the city.

"No. I'm being smart. You can go for tteokbokki with Hoseok and Jimin later when they get back," He shrugged it off and you stared at him, you couldn't believe he was being this idiotic about something.

"But I don't want to go with them, I want to go with the girls so they can help me with pregnancy questions," You tried to play the pregnancy card but it wasn't going to work on him. He knew you knew everything there was since you'd read all of the pregnancy books you could possibly get your hands on and if - by some miracle - there was something else. You had the internet to ask for help.

"You have google for that,"

"Tae!" You yelled out but he was already at the bedroom door and ready to leave, he looked at you one last time before saying,

"I'm serious. You're not going and that's final." He slammed the bedroom door and you smirked to yourself, you'd just see about that.

[X]

Taehyung had done nothing but text and call you all afternoon but you were being petty and ignoring him. Decided to spend time with just Namjoon's girlfriend just to piss him off that little bit more and the two of you were finally heading home for the night. Only there were Police everywhere you turned and it was quite jarring to see them working so hard on something. You thought a child had gone missing at first but you hadn't seen any distressed parents walking around and there was no sign of a large group of people all looking for a child.

"What happened?" You asked as you moved closer to one of the officers that appeared to be hanging something up on the wall in front of him. Namjoon's girlfriend had headed to get the car while you walked to take a look at what was going on,

"We're looking for-" He turned to face you and he turned pale quickly before blushing and smiling proudly to himself,

"You."

"Me?" You frowned staring at the man,

"Yes. You!" He said as he began to point at the poser he had been hanging up. There it was in black and white, a photo of you with all of your specifications and you let out a deep groan. How could Taehyung do this? You'd gone out for a few hours and you even told him you'd be out, it wasn't your fault if he decided you weren't allowed to but went anyway.

"That reward is as good as mine," He smirked before taking your wrists and handcuffing you making you hiss out in pain, the cuffs were a little too tight and you could have sworn you felt them digging into your skin.

"Excuse me!" You cried out as he began to walk you to his patrol car,

"You're coming back to the station," He said to you as he helped you into the back of the car, you stared at him and struggled against the cuffs you were in.

"If you let me out of the handcuffs I'll come with you easily." You mumbled but he shut the door in your face and got into the front of the car.

"I'm not taking that chance, there's a million won on the line,"

[X]

"You're lucky I'm not firing you!" Taehyung yelled once he saw that your wrists were bleeding a little from how tight the officer had cuffed you.

"It hurts," You whined as he gently kissed the marks and got you out of the cell,

"Sir...About the reward," The officer said as he came closer to you and Taehyung, both of you staring down at the balding man as he had the nerve to ask for something after hurting you.

"I'll take that as a no," He said before leaving you both alone together. Taehyung shook his head and let out a small sigh,

"We'll go and see a doctor, I told you not to go out with Namjoon's girlfriend." He scolded but you ignored him, rolling your eyes a little.

"In case you aren't aware, this-" You held up your wrists for him to see,

"Was because of your dumb reward, Namjoon's girlfriend and I were having a nice day and talking about how she's planning on asking Namjoon to marry her this time," You grumbled, following Taehyung outside to his car as Taehyung stared at you, feeling bad for not trusting her enough to be alone with you.

"I just want to go home," You admitted as he kissed the top of your head, apologising to you as he helped you inside of his car.

JUNGKOOK:1.1K

That morning when Jungkook woke up to find you fast asleep he smiled to himself, he was going to be back before you even woke up if he was lucky and he would save on arguments between you both. Ever since you'd gotten pregnant the two of you seemed to be fighting a lot more but he put it down to all of the hormones within your body. So he didn't want to wake you up and tell you he was going to be gone if it meant he was going to be back soon.

Only it hadn't exactly gone to plan since he'd been at work for almost eight hours and now he wasn't able to get into contact with you. He'd been leaving voicemails all day with you and your personal guard but you must have been ignoring him for being gone.

"What do you mean she's not here?" Jungkook asked as he stared at your guard who appeared to be completely nonchalant about you not being anywhere in the house.

"She went for a walk, boss. She said you said it was okay for her to be alone," Jungkook couldn't believe what he was hearing, how could someone who worked for him be so dumb? Jungkook thought he had hired the best of the best, not some idiot who didn't think to double-check the facts that he was being given.

"And you believed her without checking with me? Are you stupid?!" He screamed making the man flinch in front of him before looking down at the floor bowing a little as he began to apologise over and over again.

"I'm sorry sir, I should have called."

"You better hope she's not dead or hurt because if she is, it'll be your life on the line!" He yelled before grabbing his keys and going on the hunt for you. You had to be somewhere, it wasn't like you to go very far when you were upset so Jungkook was going to stay calm as he checked all of the usual spots for you.

[X]

It had been hours since Jungkook left the house to come and look for you and he was starting to feel sick to his stomach. There was no call for a ransom though so he was holding out hope that you were perfectly safe and ignoring him somewhere comfortable. But he'd checked all of the usual spots he would find you when the two of you would fight. The cafe owner said he'd seen you that morning for breakfast but you'd left as soon as he had bought up Jungkook into the topic of discussion.

"I'm going to throw up," Jungkook told Jin - his right-hand man - as they walked into the house together. The police were on patrol for you trying to find you as quickly as possible and Jungkook was about half a second away from calling in outside forces if he needed to.

"She'll show up," Jin said as he noticed that your shoes were by the front door when they hadn't been earlier, it was the only sign that Jin knew you were home.

"When?! Huh?! Have you heard from her?!" Jungkook asked sarcastically before shaking his head at the man and groaning. You could have been anywhere in South Korea by now, all of that time wasted because some dumb guard - that was fired now - hadn't thought to check with Jungkook himself.

"No...But-" Jin tried to speak but Jungkook ignored him and cut him off too quickly,

"You don't understand it! Do you? She's pregnant and completely exposed when she's walking around the streets without protection! She could be killed! Someone could take her and then take the baby before killing her!"

"Sir, I don't think that's very likely." Jin once again tried to explain that you were walking toward them down the hall right behind Jungkook and you looked upset and you were. You knew it was wrong of you to run off the way that you did but you had been sick to death of your husband leaving you alone all day while you were stuck with guards. All you wanted was for him to take you out on a small walk since they were supposed to be good for the baby.

"Oh? Do you know something I don't?"

"Actually, I think-"

"You don't know anything," Jungkook said as he once again cut Jin off from what he was trying to say, you smirked a little at the sight before you felt a pang of pain radiate up and down your back before you bent over and whimpered. There was pooling in your pants from where your water had just broken.

"Sir," Jin said as he pointed behind him but Jungkook shook his head, still in a blind rage about the guard he had fired earlier that morning.

"I'm going to fucking kill that guard when I get my hands on him. How much of an idiot-"

"Junkook!" You screamed out as you stared at him, your body leaning against the wall as you panted heavily trying to catch your breath, the contractions were stronger than any of the birthing classes had ever prepared you for and you hated it.

"Baby?!"

"Jungkook...Please, we need to go." You groaned out, stepping closer to him as he wrapped his arms around your waist slowly walking with you toward the front door looking completely confused.

"Go?"

"Go! It's time to go!" You screamed before pointing down at your pants which were still wet and Jungkook's eyes widened as he realised what was going on. Panic hit him as he realised that it was finally happening and you were about to give birth to his son.

"Shit, shit! Shit!" Jungkook screamed out as he began to panic and run around looking for your "go bag" that you had packed in readiness for this moment. It was only a couple of weeks early but you were both more than ready to become parents to a beautiful baby boy, Jin smirked at you as he picked up the bag from the living room counter. It was close by the front door so that neither you nor Jungkook would forget it on the big day,

"Kookie...Lets go," You begged as you began to follow Jin out of the house, your hand getting taken by Jungkook as he mumbled everything he was going to do as soon as he got to the hospital,

"Private room, private doctors, got to call our parents and all of the men." He mumbled repeatedly as you smiled a little quickly kissing his cheek and apologising for running out on him that morning.

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missbangtangirl · 8 months

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Chapter 2 has given nothing, but looks 🔥🥵

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redsaurrce · 2 years

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BTS MAFIA REACTIONS TO YOU LEAVING THEM

(Yandere hyung edition)

Warnings: YANDERE CONTENT, SLIGHT SMUT, MENTIONS OF MAKING OUT, GUN, WEAPON, INJURY, BETRAYAL, HUMILIATION, KISSING, PROFANITY, UNHEALTHY OBSESSION.

Enjoy ♡

𝕵𝖎𝖓 ❗

• He was away on an emergency mission.

• He initially had taken you hostage because you were the enemy mafia leader's daughter.

• He would normally kill his hostages if the demands were not fulfilled.

• That would've been your fate as well.

• But he saw a hint of madness in your eyes while your hands were tied at your back in the chair.

• He was amused with the show you were putting on.

• When he lowered his head to look at you at eye-to-eye level, you spat on him out of spite.

• He chuckled while wiping the spit off his face with a handkerchief.

• He grabbed your hair and made you look up.

• While he scanned your face in rage, you looked at him fiercely.

• He smirked and released your hair.

• For a moment he felt enchanted by you, something strange stirred inside him.

• "Give her nice clothes and send her to my room tonight before I come back." He ordered his men.

• Right now it was dark and you were running away in your bare feet when you got the chance to secretly escape.

• When you took a turn inside the jungle, your eyes went wide at the people standing in front of you with Jin in the center with his arms folded.

• "Dear oh dear! You really ran fast like a deer." He said mockingly with a cocked eyebrow.

• You gulped and turned to another side but there were already men present.

• You were totally surrounded.

• But you were not willing to give up just yet until-

• "Please go to him my daughter!" You heard your father's crying voice.

• You turned back to look at Jin where your father was dragged out by his men from his behind.

• Your eyes stung with tears, you hoped so eagerly to see your father, to see him come to your rescue.

• You even went lengths to escape just to unite with him.

• But now your father told you to stay with them! Your father, among everyone else??

• Your felt a lump in your throat and suddenly you remembered the words Jin had whispered in your ears, "No one cares for you baby, not even your father. The only person who'd care for you is me darling."

𝖄𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖎 ❗

• You were working under the black X mafia gang as their armorer.

• Recently Yoongi has been keeping you close to him than other weapon handlers- way too close actually.

• So close that when your gang would return after completing the tasks, he would reward you by being intimate with you.

• Did you like it? Yeah he was good at it but still, you didn’t like him touching you that way or him being possessive.

• Because he was damn possessive, he wouldn't even allow you to leave his room without his consent.

• You were a smart person so you knew that asking for your resignation from him wouldn't end good judging by his obsession with you.

• No! You've had enough of his shenanigans.

• You needed to escape.

• And so you packed your bag with enough weapons and jumped from the wall behind the building.

• Shit! The men noticed you. You ran with all your might but fucking hell they were really fast.

• You thought of using the gun you had in your pocket.

• But just then they started to fire giving you no time to turn and shoot.

• Fuck! A bullet pierced through your left leg making you scream.

• You started limp-running in pain.

• Suddenly you heard a gun shot, it definitely killed a person but neither were you the receiver nor were you the shooter. The firing had stopped.

• A voice boom throughout the open area, "FUCKING DROP YOUR GUNS ASSHOLES!"

• You knew that voice very well. It was him.

• You tried to increase your pace as you felt someone was getting closer to you.

• A hand grabbed your arm and you flinched in fright.

• "Baby were you really running away? Tell me you weren't, right?" He said in worried a tone and hugged you.

• In his hug he felt something cold touch his chest.

• It was a gun.

• You had a gun placed on his chest.

He broke the hug and looked at the gun then at you.

• "Yoongi let me go or I will shoot you." You said as your eyes reddened.

• He chuckled as he tilted his head. "My little bird has grown up so much." He kissed you on the forehead and you thrusted the gun deeper in his chest.

• He said, "No need to put up a bold front baby, I know you love me too otherwise I would've been dead by now with the gun in your hand."

• You wanted to scoff in his face.

• But before you could press the trigger, he carotid slapped in your neck making you lose your conscience in an instant.

• You fell in his arms and he carried you up like a bride.

• He whispered, "Too bad I can't punish you tonight because of your leg baby, that bastard died for good."

𝕳𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖔𝖐❗

• At first you and him only shared the relationship of a sugar daddy and a sugar baby.

• It was good, he was getting relieved from stress by your acquaintance while you were getting relived by paying your bills from his money.

• This went for quite a time until you saw his true identity as a mafia.

• Ever since you saw him shoot guns and saw his men getting shot by others outside the hotel you both would make out in, that scene had traumatized you.

• Were you associating yourself with a criminal? No no no that can't happen.

• You were just a college student trying to survive every day somehow.

• You never imagined you would be making out with someone who kills people.

• What if he kills you too someday if he was done using you?

• You shook your head at the thought.. no, you needed to cut ties with him asap.

• And so you did, you changed your number and even moved to another place. Moving would have taken a toll on you but thanks to Hoseok's money, you didn't find moving a pain in the ass this time.

• You remember telling him about your address and nothing else because when he asked more about you, you had refused saying he should share his information as well.

• It was a give and take of information. But he never gave by saying, "I'll tell you when the time comes, I will even take you there someday."

• You were thankful to your past self for not egging him more for knowing much about him because you would have needed to change your university too if he knew.

• But to your horror when you exited your university to go to your car parked in the underground parking lot, he was standing in front of your car, the car you had bought from his money.

• Your face grew pale.

• He tsked, "Baby I gave a better car as your birthday gift, why are you driving this?" He looked at the car with a sour expression.

• Yeah the car he had gifted you was much more expensive and flashy but you couldn't be stupid enough to drive it around.

• What if he had installed GPS in that? You could have been easily tracked down.

• You clutched the straps of your bag tightly. "I have nothing to do with you. Please leave." You said with all of your will power.

• He chuckled, "I didn't come here to leave babygirl, though we are leaving together. Remember the day I had told you that when time comes I'll take you to my place? Today's the right day for it. Boys!" He grinned as he gestured something with his fingers while he put on a mask.

• And before you could run away, a smoke gas erupted and surrounded you, making you drop to ground unconscious in an instant.

𝕹𝖆𝖒𝖏𝖔𝖔𝖓❗

• You were the top spy in your gang which earned you nice facilities like no one else had.

• Better pay, better stay, better everything. Even better sex, with your gang's leader on top of that.

• You would too engage yourself with Namjoon the best way you could.

• Ugh! He loved you so much, he would do anything for you.

• Whenever you both used to look in each other's eyes during close proximity in the bed, you could see affection overflowing in his eyes while you don't know what sees in yours.

• Because you had no love for him. The only thing you felt was guilt.

• Just like you were feeling it right now as you were leaving from the back of his room by sliding down a rope.

• You were leaving to sell your gang's inside information to your rival gang.

• Actually you have done this several times before but today you were leaving for good.

• When you climbed down successfully and turned to head out, you saw Namjoon standing there casually as if he was waiting for you to show up.

• You started breathing faster out of nervousness as he approached you.

• You blinked and looked at your left to run.

• But Namjoon quickly came and blocked your way with his arms as he trapped you between the wall behind and him at your front.

• "Y/N I can't believe you were going to betray after all that I've done for you." He said with a pathetic expression.

• You gulped, how did he get to know this? You made sure to never let him get the slightest bit of hint.

• Then he leaned closer and spoke, "Y/N, you know right what we do with the bad guys?" He said turning towards your ear and his mint breath tickled the skin of your neck.

• Your lips quivered, "w-we beat the-them to death." With every word you spoke, you felt like your soul was about to abandon your body.

• He smirked and then removed his face and looked at you, his lips mere centimeters away from yours.

• "And what do we do with the traitors?" He asked you, emphasizing on each and every word.

• With his face so close and his aura so threatening, you felt like you were going to black out any second. "We-we maul them t-to death." You spoke with much difficulty.

• He hummed in agreement and then attached his lips with your lips, within the next moment he was devouring your mouth like an animal as if he was hungry for your kiss since ages.

• He grabbed your ass and pulled you up the wall and started lapping at your cunt.

• He said, "But baby you are special to me, I will spare you this time if you obey your master and promise you will never leave again."

• "I-i promise." You bit your tongue to not let out a loud scream as he bit your pussy.

• He smirked, "Good girl."

• Oh well, he knew you were betraying him all the way long, so he kept feeding you with information which was actually not true. He would share you his false plans while he slept next to you, knowing that you were going to tell all of that bullshit to the rival gang.

• When you were busy having pleasure with him, he was busy inserting micro audio devices in your intimate parts, so whenever you had the conversation with the rivals, he could crystal clearly hear you and their plans.

• Thus technically the one you were betraying was not him but them. But today he couldn't let you go since you would be leaving him forever. He would never let that happen.

• Never.

Yeah big mouth watchers ik u have caught on the dialogue in namjoon's part haha!

Tysm for reading ♡

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nordicpoppie · 2 months

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Mafia au - You're protective of his child - Maknae line

Second part with the rest of the members

Violence, guns and such may be mentioned as it is a mafia au

Y/N → Your Name

Jimin (14 year old)

Sitting at your desk in your workplace you were tapping away on the keyboard before an incoming call disturbed you. Unable to check the caller on the old wired phone you simply picked it up, introducing yourself.

“Hello this is Y/N speaking, how may I help?” “Hi Mrs. Park, we’re calling from Seojoons school to let you know there has been an incident where your son was involved”

You stiffened up listening to the seemingly young woman talking to you, already seeing all kinds of horrifying scenarios of Seojoon in pain.

“-ick him up at the dean's office as soon as possible okay Mrs. Park?”

Shaking yourself from your thoughts, you shakily replied with a small “yes” before hanging up and shutting your computer off.

Knocking on your boss's office, you peeked your head in to inform her of the situation, quickly receiving her confirmation to leave early.

The whole drive to the school, your hands kept clenching and unclenching the steering wheel, thoughts running wild in your head.

Pulling into the parking lot you noted Jimin's car parked near the entrance as well, before swiftly getting inside the building.

A lady at the entrance stopped you, asking for ID, before showing you the route to the dean’s office. Feeling a tad annoyed at the tight security because you just wanted to hurry to where your son was you gnawed your lip.

“- already said I’m sorry, what more do you want from me dad? Do you want me to bow down on my knees like some dog too?”

Before rounding the corner you heard Seojoons irritated voice sneering at Jimin, while they were stood in the hallway. Jimin wore a deep scowl, which only deepened at the words his son let out, his eyes turning icy.

Quick to interfere you ran over, grabbing Seojoon’s face, searching him for any injuries.

“What happened sweetie, are you okay?”

He sighed a bit annoyed at you and twisted his face from your grip as you turned to Jimin instead.

“What happened? Is everything solved already?”

Raking a hand through his hair, Jimin released a puff of breath before motioning to Seojoon.

“He thought it would be a brilliant idea to sneak a gun into the school and threaten the bully of one of his friends”

Gasping loudly you turned to Seojoon for confirmation, instantly getting it when he avoided eye contact with you.

“Seojoon you know you’re not allowed to handle guns outside the shooting range, what were you thinking?”

The boy shrugged his shoulders at you, still avoiding eye contact.

“He wasn’t. Which is why i was in the middle of suggesting he and I go for a little drive to talk about this”

Jimin answered for him, leveling his son with a harsh glare, not willing to let it go until it had been punished.

Biting your lip you glanced at Seojoon, who was now looking not only guilty, but also slightly nervous. You knew Jimin would never raise his hands against you or his son, but his anger was not to be trifled with…Ever.

“No, he’s driving home with me, and I’ll be the one talking with him, while you go and calm down”

Jimin turned his frightening glare on you, but you simply turned away and led your son outside.

Later that night, after Jimin had calmed down, and you’d made Seojoon promise you to never bring a gun outside the house ever again, you were in bed.

Jimin changed into his PJ and entered the bed with you, slowly dragging you into his arms.

“Thanks…For being such a good role model for him, I doubt the talk i was planning for him would’ve helped the situation”

“It’s okay, someone has to be the voice of reason between you 2 hot heads”

You smirked a bit at him, in playful banter. Shaking his head however he remained stoic.

“I mean it Y/N, thanks for protecting him, both of us, and being there for us”

Taehyung (8 year old)

You had been home with Taehyung's son the whole week, Taehyung only coming home late at night, barely having the energy to do anything other than crash into the bed.

The week had started greatly, although Haneul had been opposed to his dad working so much, but you had found ways to distract him.

However as the week passed along, Haneul seemed to get more and more bored of whatever games and antics you made up. As much as he loved you, it was clear how much he missed the interactions between him and his father.

It all came crashing down the last day alone, before Taehyung's work would be over.

Haneul had been cross since the morning when you woke him up to eat breakfast, refusing to sit at the table with you, and screaming when you tried brushing his teeth.

He was throwing a proper tantrum that lasted almost until afternoon, where he seemed to quiet down.

You were in the kitchen cleaning up from lunch, removing pieces of bread from the floor, which Haneul had thrown in frustration. Sighing you glanced at him, laying on the couch, completely calm, probably worn out from using all his energy.

As you finished wiping everything off with a clean rag, you heard soft snoring from the couch, making your heart clench.

Quietly you turned off the tv, and eased him into your arms, before carrying him to his bedroom. Making sure his small lamp with stars was on you left him to sleep, and went off to enjoy the quiet peace.

You managed to enjoy almost an hours quiet, before loud coughing reached your ears along with broken sobs.

Scrambling to get up you ran to Haneuls room, throwing the door open, nearly tripping over your own legs before reaching his bed. He was sat up slightly, coughing violently, snot and tears dripping down his face as he desperately tried to drag air into his lungs.

Your hand stroked up and down his back, trying to somehow help ease his coughing. Shakily you tried to guide him with your voice.

“Shh, Haneul, try taking some deep breaths okay baby, deep breaths for me”

After a while the coughing slowly let up, but his breathing was still painfully ragged. Wiping a wet cloth over his eyes and nose you removed the tears and snot, leaving Haneul blinking red eyed and nosed up at you.

“Let’s call dad, yeah? I think we may need to take a trip to the hospital with you”

You smiled soothingly at him, while you tried to gauge his temperature with your hand. The boy sniffled quietly, shaking his head vehemently.

“Noo i hate the hospital mommy, can’t daddy just come home?”

Shaking your head at him you tried to explain, and calm him down while carrying him to the front door.

“Baby, I’d feel much better if we got you checked out at the hospital, just so I know nothing’s wrong with you”

As you felt the boy sag into your arms you smiled softly to yourself, jumping into some shoes and grabbing your car keys.

A few hours later you were back home from the hospital, as it turned out Haneul just had a very bad case of the flu.

“He’s sleeping soundly now, I think the tea helped a bit”

You mumbled as you descended the stairs, Taehyung turned to face you from the couch. He watched your face for a few seconds, before beckoning you towards him.

“He really scared you huh?”

He asked, tugging you into his arms in a tight hug. Humming you leaned back a bit, tears in your eyes.

“I was so worried, I’ve never seen him that sick”

Taehyung sighed, rubbing your back soothingly.

“You did everything right baby, you took care of him and protected him”

Jungkook (10 year old)

“Mom? Mommy wake up”

You felt someone shake your arm, rousing you from the deep sleep. You squinted your eyes at the lights in the room, feeling slightly disoriented.

“What is it?”

You mumbled out, turning slowly to watch Binna.

“I think i heard the door opening downstairs mom”

At first your sleep muddled brain didn’t quite catch what she was saying, thinking she merely said she had a nightmare. It wasn’t unusual for her to have nightmares, something that often left her in tears.

“What?” “The door mom, I heard it open, I don’t think it’s daddy”

Sitting up you groaned slightly as your muscles ached.

“Are you sure? Did you see them?”

Binna shook her head, staring worriedly at you, clearly waiting on you to decide what to do. Getting out of the bed you threw on a robe, glancing back at her as you approached the door of the room.

“Stay here, I’ll go check, if I’m not back in 5 minutes you call your dad okay? And lock the door”

Stepping out into the cold hallway, you slowly made your way to Jungkook's office. Pushing the door open you went to his desk and opened the top drawer, pulling out a sleek gun. Being the daughter of one of the heads of a big mafia group gave you a small advantage, you had known guns and violence your whole life.

Stepping onto the landing at the top of the stairs you strained your ears trying to listen to any noises. It was silent, almost, except for muffled talking from one of the rooms downstairs. Biting your lip you sneaked down the stairs as quietly as possible, sticking close to the walls. As you reached the door you paused again, trying to make out what was being said.

“-at’s the deal? We finished on time and Yoongi made sure to wipe everything right?”

Frowning in confusion at the familiar voice, you got off the wall, about to open the door when a phone ringing stopped you.

“Hold one Tae, Binnas calling me?” “Why’s she calling you? Isn’t she asleep upstairs?”

Jungkook didn’t get to answer that, at least not with words.

“What, baby speak clearly…Mom? Isn’t she just in the bedroom? What do you mean someone’s in the house?”

From upstairs you could hear muffled crying, cursing softly you were just about to turn and run back upstairs when the door was yanked open.

Jungkook paused in the opening, staring at you with cold calculating eyes, a large gun in his hand, ready to shoot at whatever was frightening his daughter. He glanced at the gun in your hand, instantly putting 2 and 2 together.

“Baby, it’s just dad and uncle Tae, come downstairs okay, mom’s okay too, nothing will happen to any of you”

Quickly putting his gun away Jungkook allowed you to enter the room, leaving the door open for Binna. You put your gun away too, smiling quietly at Tae when he waved a hand at you from the couch.

“I didn’t think you’d be such a badass, charging through the house with a gun at night Y/N”

Jungkook smirked at you.

“I only did it for my daughters safety Kook, if you had bothered to call out when you opened the door this wouldn’t have happened”

You pushed his shoulder lightly, as he chuckled while shaking his head.

“She shouldn’t even be awake at this hour”

He shrugged at you, trying to defend himself, before a small blur ran into his arms.

“Daddy!”

Binna laughed happily, hugging him tightly, almost having forgotten about what had happened only moments earlier.

“Dad, mom was going to shoot you earlier you know, it was so scary”

You raised an eyebrow at Jungkook, waiting for him to answer his daughter, but all he released was a loud laugh. He still almost couldn’t believe you’d taken a gun and was that willing to protect his daughter.

#bts #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bangtan #bts mafia au #bts reaction #bts scenarios #bts taehyung

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justcallmenikki7 · 1 year

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BTS Reaction To: Past Relationship Trauma

Hyung!Line

Summary: your past relationship with your ex messed you up and you still deal with the trauma, but your boyfriend now reassures you and proves to you that you are safe and loved.

Warnings: past trauma, mentions of anxiety and depression, self-harm, past emotional abuse and mental abuse mentioned, insecurities, angst, fluff, hyung!line being the sweetest boyfriends, self-doubt. MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: SELFHARM

W.C.: 2.4k

Notes: heeeey, I’m back! This is an emotional rollercoaster because this is some of the shit, I went through with the boy I told you guys about. At the time I did not realize what was going on, but now that I do, I needed to write about it but with fluff and daydreams about the boys. I have a lot of things to work on because of him, but this gave me some healing and hope that my future S/O can understand where I am coming from on how I feel and that I’m going to be healing. I am healing, but the thought of being vulnerable again is scary, because you know, trusting someone with your heart is scary. But I want to let everyone know that it is okay to heal, it is okay to trip in the process in healing. So, I hope you enjoy this, and it might be hard to read, but take time. I am working on the Maknaes!line, and it should be up soon!

Kim Seokjin:

He started noticing that you have become off a few weeks ago. He did not know what was going on because from his knowledge everything was fine, and you guys were happy. Doing everything that he can, such as having the house clean before you got home from a long day at work, making sure your hoodie, or his because you have claimed it as yours, that you wear at night for bed was warm because he always puts it in the dryer before you go to bed.

It is scaring him because he loves you and does not want to lose you at all because you are his ray of sunshine. Trying to figure it out himself, he realized that you are putting a wall up that he thought he knocked down. He knows that you were mistreated in your last relationship, and it makes you scared that it would happen again. But after a year of proving to you that will not happen, he thought he conquered your demons and got rid of them, but maybe he missed those.

Finally, he approached you about it as he lays in bed with you, getting ready to get to bed.

“Baby? What’s going on?” He asked, grabbing your hands, holding tightly onto them.

Not realizing that those four words made you break down into tears. Freaking out, he pulled you into arms and held onto you tightly, caressing your hair and whispering encouraging words to you, trying to calm you down.

“I’m so scared that somethings going to go bad with us. We’re so happy and healthy that I can’t believe that this is what happens in healthy relationships. Something is not right. This isn’t right. When are you going to get irritated with me and dump me? This must be wrong because this isn’t right.” You choked out, holding tightly onto him.

That is what it was. You fear happiness, and you are not used to it. Seokjin felt like his heart broke because it hurts him to see someone who gives their all to someone and then it gets destroyed over and over. So having someone and something who doesn’t do that is so odd because you are used to that pattern and when it changes, it’s terrifying.

“I know baby. I know. You’ve been hurt so many times that being used to that kind of treatment is familiar and when you get out of that and find healthy… it’s a foreign feeling that you start preparing yourself for downfall. It’s okay to be scared, but please don’t push me away. I want to be here for you and help you. I know it’s hard, and I’ll go at your pace, but please don’t shut me out. I love you so fucking much. How about this. How about we every day sit down for however long and talk about things that are our minds. I know in that pretty head of yours can be your own worst enemy and you get stuck in it. Let me help you get unstuck, okay?”

Looking up at him with teary eyes, you nod your head in agreement. Leaning down, Seokjin presses a kiss on your lips that always makes his heart flutter. He felt you relax in his arms and smile into it.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do. Mr. WorldWide needs his Mrs. WorldWide, and he just so happens to have found her when they both needed each other.”

Min Yoongi:

Sometimes Min Yoongi wishes that he could read your mind like Edward Cullen in Twilight because that way he could get your overthinking to stop. He knows what hell you went through with your ex-boyfriend, and he wishes he could beat his ass for what he did to you.

But he does his best to be patient with you because he knows it’s trauma that you carry with you, and something you are working on and that is your constant overthinking.

Now, he doesn’t blame you and can understand and see clearly why you overthink because your ex-boyfriend was a manipulative, narcissistic dick. He fucked with your mind so badly that it took you almost a year to trust your mind and your own thoughts.

Right now, though, he could tell that you wanted to tell him something but kept back tracking, and this is something that he can’t help but to get irritated with. To be clear, it’s not him irritated with you, but irritated at the fact some boy fucked with your head so badly that you’re scared to even explain how you feel on a situation.

“Y-Yoongi, can I talk to you?” You stuttered, confidence nowhere in sight.

“Of course, what’s wrong?” He asked gently, giving you a gentle, loving smile, knowing that approaching him on how you feel so hard because of your past.

Taking a deep breath, you began to fidget with your fingers, and he could tell your anxiety is creeping you onto you. “I know you’ve been busy lately and that it’s been stressful, but I’m just worried that I did something wrong because you have been kind of short with me and not as t

talkative. And I’m sorry if I did something, and I seem clingy, but like I just needed to ask— “

You were cut off by his finger on your lips, shutting you up in a gentle manner.

“No baby, you didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. I should’ve approached you earlier on this, and I was about to before you came in. I didn’t mean to sound irritated and distant when we messaged each other. I was very caught up in my writing and yesterday the Maknae line was getting on my nerves, so I kind of took my irritation out on you when that was not my intention.”

“So, I didn’t do anything wrong?” Needing to hear the confirmation just one more time from him.

“No, my love, you did nothing wrong, I promise you. I’ll make sure next time to watch out on how I approach you if I’m irritated, I promise.”

Smiling at him with a small smile, he knew that you were still unsure and nervous, which he understood. But you’ve both made more progress in the last six months with you believing him because he made a promise that he will fix you and prove to you that he is not like your ex.

Leaning towards you, he grabbed your face with his hands lovingly and brought your lips to his and kissed you with all the love that he has for you in it. He smiled into the kiss once he felt your smile against his lips.

It takes time, and he knows that there’s still more battles for you both to get through, but he knows you both will get through it together.

Jung Hoseok:

The past couple of weeks, your anxiety has been skyrocketing through the roof to where you have anxiety attacks every single day and Hoseok does not understand why. Hoseok is very familiar with anxiety – having experienced with anxiety with himself – but he does not know on how to approach you on this. You are very secretive with your mental health, besides when it comes to anxiety because it is a part of you, and he knows that you hate that it is. He also does know that your past relationship with your ex, he heard from your best friend that he made you feel bad about your mental health and always made degrading comments about it, especially with the medicine that you take.

Coming home from dance practice, Hoseok was confused on why the house was so quiet. Your car was parked in the driveway and your shoes were in the shoe cubby that was by the front door, so obviously you were home, but the house was deathly quiet. Kicking his shoes off, not thinking about putting them in the shoe cubby, he sat his duffle bag down and began his mission on finding you. Checking the kitchen and living room and not finding you there, he made his way down the hall towards your guy’s bedroom. Entering it, he saw the light that was coming from the bathroom, and he heard some movement coming from in there. Walking straight into the bathroom unannounced, he found you with a razor in your hand and fresh cuts along with your wrist.

“What in the fuck are you doing?” Hoseok asked, panic in his tone.

Looking up at him in shock, you threw the razor away from you, tears coming to surface in your eyes as you broke down completely.

“I-I’m so sorry, I blacked out and-and I could not resist it,” you sobbed out, panicking to grab toilet paper to stop the bleeding. “I-I’m so sorry, please do not be mad at me,” you begged, trying to take care of the wounds on your wrist.

Not saying anything, Hoseok grabbed the washcloth that was laying on the sink and wetting it. Making his way towards you, he gently grabbed your wrist and began to dab at it with the washcloth, his focus was making sure to clean up the mess and getting the bleeding to stop.

After a few quiet minutes – minus your sobs and shaky breaths – he finally spoke, “what happened?” He asked you, voice filled with worry.

“I-I could not control it; my mind became too loud and my thoughts getting the best of me. I tried, Hope, I tried so hard to ignore it, but it took over.”

“What thoughts, baby?” He asked, needing to know what you were thinking.

“That I was becoming too much and not enough. Everything was going so right, too right, and I guess I just could not handle it. I just thought I would be the one to sabotage it and hurt myself before you hurt me so it would be easier to cope with.” You began to sob harder, not being able to take the thought of losing Hoseok. “I fucked up, I’m so sorry.”

“Baby, no you did not. You tripped and tripping happens with healing, I’m not going anywhere I promise. We will get you through this, okay? We are in this together, okay? I got you; I promise baby.”

“Okay.” You stuttered out, breathing heavy and mind foggy. But you trust him, because he did not make you feel bad about what happened, and he is still here with you.

Kim Namjoon:

It is hard seeing someone who you love so much hate their self so much to where they are so fragile emotionally and mentally. Some days, they can be doing so good and the next day they are back in their rabbit hole, not being able to take a small thing of criticism and thinking that they cannot achieve anything because of constantly, in their mind, messing up.

This is Namjoon’s thoughts on you. He loves you so much, but seeing you so destroyed from a past relationship and trying to heal yourself still breaks his heart. Just because of this, Namjoon is not going to leave you, he is wanting to fix you. Some people think that this can be exhausting and would give up, but Namjoon is not giving up on you. You both have gotten farther in your healing process, but some things can tip you off. And that thing was losing your father because of your beliefs being different than his, and it crushed you because you began to think that your thinking was not right. Getting out of mentally abusive relationship to where you felt wrong for having your own thought process and having to second guess yourself is a toll. Because, when you had your own opinion on something, your ex would criticize you for thinking the way you did and made you feel bad about it became unbearable. You lost yourself and felt so lost in your own mind that you did not know who you were anymore.

So, coming home to you tonight crying on the couch, Namjoon knew what to do. Setting his belongings down in the entrance, he made his way over to you, taking the blanket off the back of the couch and laid it over you. Sensing his presence, you sat up and wrapped the blanket around yourself before lunging yourself into his arms.

“My love, what happened?” He asked gently, running his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp – an act that you love and found comfort in.

“I’m so sorry, I know that this is becoming old, and tiring, but at work, a coworker criticized my work, and I defended it! I defended myself, Joonie, but-but they got to me, making me think what I thought and said was stupid and they did that smirk. They did that smirk and it got to me, when it shouldn’t have. We’ve been working on this, but I could not help it. But it hurt. It made me feel pathetic and stupid. I’m so stupid.”

“Baby, I am so proud of you for standing up for yourself, and that is such huge progress that you have made. I am so, so proud of you, baby. And I know that they got to you, but you have to realize that - wait was it Michael who said that?” He asked, needing to make sure that he knew who it was from your work.

“Yes,” you replied.

Laughing at this confirmation – not at you, but at the fact that this dick who is below you in success at your company is criticizing you since he has not had a promotion in two years while you have in the past year. “Of course, it was him. My love, please do not work yourself up on someone who is less than you. And I know this is hard, but we can get this. Like you said, you defended yourself! Do you know how long you and I have been working on this? For a year and you finally did it! You did it baby, and now our next mission is to work on not caring about what Michael thinks, and not letting this dick make you feel bad about how you feel and think. We got this. Do we have a deal?”

Smiling up at him, you nodded, “but it is going to be hard. He got to me, and this is going to be difficult.”

“And it was difficult for you three months ago to defend yourself, but you finally did it. And I know for a fact that we will get to where you will be able to not care about what people think of you, and how you think and feel. We got this baby.”

Smiling, feeling much better, “we got this.”

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mirahuyooo · 1 year

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A Green-Eyed Devil [pt 2] | mafia!bts reaction

[Mafia!BTS Getting Jealous] — Hyung Line

— you suppose even a man like him isn’t safe from the clutches of envy

In which, your boyfriend, in spite of who he is, lets the green-eyed devil on his shoulder get the best of him.

Word Count: 2,733 Content/s: established relationship rawr, fluff, drama, angst, jealousy jealousy, red flags, possessive behavior, subtle gaslighting??, guns and thoughts of murder (mafia shit), suggestive themes lmao (spicier than the last one ayee), Mafia AU

[masterlist] | more [reactions & headcanons] | [Maknae Line]

A/N: I finally got around to finishing this!! I was feeling too soft to write the angst that my best friend encouraged me to write lmao buT i did decide to write this one mostly on their POV than (Y/N)s so there’d be more emphasis on their jealousy ASJSJSJ hope y’all enjoyed!

KIM SEOKJIN

Kim Seokjin liked to think himself to be above jealousy, this you could tell well with his aura alone. Seokjin exudes confidence—he is confidence personified himself. He had money, power, and a beautiful woman by his side, he told you once, what else would he be jealous of?

His former classmate, it would seem.

Seokjin watched as you and Lee Hanjae talked—you laughing weakly at something he said in spite of your condition as the doctor checked your vitals. The sight of it makes his blood boil, not that he'd ever admit that out loud.

This is all my fault.

It had been around a few days ago, when, during a party, your drink had been laced with something that led to you being rushed to the hospital and confined to this nice yet still dull hospital room. It had been one of the only times Seokjin found himself losing composure—his heartbeat ran wildly, he couldn't breathe, and his nerves couldn't quite settle the same. Fear. For the first time in years, Kim Seokjin felt fear.

Seokjin supposes this is also his fault—you becoming close with his former classmate, while he spent hours, occupied with barking orders at his men to track down the culprits responsible for your situation. Still, that doesn't mean he'll back down without a fight.

Ever the proud man, Seokjin marches into the room, posture straight and head held high as he levels the doctor with a cold stare. His anger comes in waves that can never topple the man down, and he knows it well, because he's the one drowning in it instead.

Lee Hanjae is a good man, if Kim Seokjin must bitterly admit it—among the top of the class, approachable and good-natured, and an accomplished doctor in his field. Most compellingly, he doesn't land his girlfriends in the hospital.

"Everything seems to be going well for you, (Y/N)," Dr. Lee smiles at you and your boyfriend assuredly, still unaware of the stiff tension in the air. "You'll be out of here in no time."

"Tha—"

"Thank you, Hanjae."

Seokjin's curt tone cutting you off hadn't been meant to be rude to you, simply a by-product of his conflicting emotions. With only a tight-lipped smile from you, Dr. Lee leaves your room, leaving you with your boyfriend, whom you've finally had the chance to look at properly since you were admitted here. Seokjin imagines what he must look like—dark circles marring his features, accompanied with furrowed brows and a frown. A handsome yet pathetic sight.

You wordlessly pat at a space on your bed, Seokjin obliging to sit beside you. "That was rude," you half-heartedly chide, lightly smacking his thigh as you look at him expectantly, an eyebrow raised.

Before you, Seokjin's silent and deep in thought, guilt diving into the sea of his conflicting emotions. He knows the name of the monster in the depths of his despair, but he doesn't dare say it—it doesn't dare speak of how much of a failure he feels, or how unnecessary his envy is.

"Talk to me, Jinnie," your soft voice makes Seokjin curse himself as he feels himself nearly buckling. He's part of a mafia for fuck's sake!

"Do you ever regret being involved with me?"

Your eyebrows raise at his words, a sliver of his troubled thoughts finally coming to light and revealing themselves to you. Seokjin can't find it in himself to look into your eyes, his anxious brain telling him to pack it up and leave. It's over. She hates y—

"It's difficult," you admit, placing your hand atop his to give it a squeeze. "But I'm in too deep to ever try and unlove you."

Such words pull Seokjin out of the troubled sea of fury drowning him. He leans close to press a kiss onto your forehead, heart much less heavier than before. "I love you, too, jagi."

You agreeably hum before him, giving him a bright smile he couldn't help but mirror. "Good," you say. "There was no need to get jealous. Hanjae was just telling me about your college days."

Seokjin paled at what kind of embarrassment his classmate might have told you of, but he stubbornly tried to save face. "Jealous?" he hilariously scoffs, "when?"

MIN YOONGI

It was around an hour past midnight that Min Yoongi finally came home. "Is she asleep?" he sighs to himself as he walks into his penthouse to see your curled up figure on the couch—most likely having waited for him to come home.

This is his fault, really.

No, it's some stupid druglord's fault, actually. If that bastard was still alive, Min Yoongi would very much like to empty an entire clip into his body for this.

"Yes, sir."

Caught off guard, Yoongi immediately reaches for the gun concealed at his waist and points it at the source of the voice, only to see a shocked rookie with his hands up in surrender. "It's just me, sir!" the young man quickly tells his boss, ducking away from the gun’s range. "Just me!"

Choi Yeonjun.

He's a runaway from too many failed foster care arrangements and got involved with the underground fairly young as a way to survive. He's young, spry, and outgoing outside of missions and assignments—quite promising, if Yoongi must admit, which was why he approved of assigning him as one of your bodyguards.

"God damn it, Choi," Yoongi hissed, securing his gun away. "Keep your voice down."

The young man obediently nods as Yoongi looks him over. "What are you doing here anyways?" he begrudgingly asked, a brow raised as he knows the penthouse is secure enough without a bodyguard being within the home itself.

"Miss (Y/N) said to help myself to some dinner before I go," Yeonjun shyly confesses with an awkward cough as he nodded his head to the kitchen where he had just come from.

Yoongi's eyes flit towards the kitchen where a pot lay waiting at the stove. Another missed dinner, he curses in his mind, shaking his head as his mood worsens at yet another poisonous thought.

It's rather ridiculous, he knows, but the thought of you warmly inviting the young man to help himself to the stew you made makes Yoongi frown. In spite of being a man of reason, Yoongi is also a vehement lover—greedy for every ounce of your affection, and in spite of the restraints he binds himself with, he can't help but be spiteful of the work that took him from you for days.

The case of having to deal with the druglord and his mess, has deprived Yoongi of your home-cooked meals, hugs, and kisses. He knows he has the terrible case of jealousy—an ugly, terrible thing that he always once thought was beneath him, which was absolutely worsened by the fact that you've always had some sort of fondness for the rookie. It's a sisterly love, he could tell, but that doesn't stop the green-eyed demon to give an outcry of "what ifs" and urge him to remove the unknowing Yeonjun from his post.

Enough of this. I've already been away for far too long.

"Nevermind," he sighs in defeat, not wanting to spend any more of his energy on either his useless thoughts or Yeonjun. "You're dismissed."

With that, the young man bows and takes his leave.

Silence reigns within the penthouse with nothing but the faint padding of his shoes to fill it as he leans over the sofa to look at you. Yoongi smiles softly upon realizing that you were wearing one of his sweaters.

In the midst of carrying you to the bedroom, however, you began to stir, making Yoongi stop for a moment. "Yoongs?" you slur in deep drowsiness, eyes squinting and trying to make sense of his silhouette in the dim lighting.

A kiss on your forehead satiates the both of you in that moment. "Right here, jagi."

The delight on your face is instant, snuggling into his neck as you wound your arms around him. Jealousy becomes a short-lived monster retreating back into the depths.

As expected, it's ridiculous.

JUNG HOSEOK

Jung Hoseok wouldn't exactly call it jealousy, per se. Envy means to covet for what others have, but you're already his, just as much as he's yours. What damnation would this sickly green feeling fall under then? He isn't quite sure himself.

It started with a fight, see—something he couldn't care less about at the moment when you're sitting at the bar across the room with a man that's not him.

He knows you're trying to make a point—you and your silent treatment. The both of you were stubborn in your own ways when in a conflict, but yours happens to be ignoring his existence until he gives in. Usually, this is easily resolved at home, and yet here you two were at a gala, traces of your contempt and tension over the argument still in the air.

I should've cancelled.

"I don't think it's that bad of a deal, Junsu, but…"

Your voice drifts into silence, your eyes flitting to Hoseok's figure as he approaches. There's an unmistakable scowl on his lips. The first time he hears your voice again and it's to a fucking lackey of an affiliate like this one—some stranger's name falling from your lips than his.

"Who's this, jagi?" he asks with a tight-lipped grin, standing between you and Joonsoo, whatever his name is. Hoseok does not like your attention on someone else at times like this.

The man, fortunately, knows when to back off, especially from Jung Hoseok himself. Respectfully bowing curtly at you both with an awkward smile. "Kim Junsu, sir," he politely says, "we met last year through Director Park."

Hoseok hums, looking at the young man up and down and recognizing no ill intent. The boy's a pup.

Somehow, he's even more pissed to think that he might've been a more pleasant company than Hoseok first thought. "Can I have a moment, jagi?" your boyfriend turns to you without any further thought, not wasting any more time on the poor lackey.

To Hoseok's absolute delight, you sigh and put your hand into his inviting one.

Hoseok leads you out into the hallway, away from the prying eyes of the people in the ballroom. "I know what you're trying to do, jagi," he drawls as he looms over you. "Don't you think it's time to stop?"

You simply raise your brow at him, eyes daring him even as he backs you against a wall with his hands caging you into position. There's a mix of triumphant knowing in your eyes—the actions you've orchestrated to make him feel this way—and the spark of the anger he saw on you a few days ago.

The sight of it is intrinsically pleasing yet vexing all the same. Speak to me, he almost whines, as one hand of his snakes around your waist. Perhaps he has gone soft after all, wanting nothing more than for you to smile and talk to him again.

You keep your hands on his chest, as if you'd dare to push him off but Hoseok could sense the want somewhere in your eyes. "I'd prefer you giving me silence alone than to resort to this," he growls, his lips that have been longing to be on yours all night finally crashing against yours.

For a moment, the kiss lingers and it makes Hoseok happier than ever. Alas, you push on his chest to pull away, voice somehow fond yet also spiteful that it sends shivers down his spine to finally have it directed to him and no one else. "You're such a jerk," you roll your eyes at him, to which he simply grins.

"Will you forgive this idiot then?" he croons happily now that you've acknowledged him, burying his face into your neck.

"Not until you apologize to Junsu for being rude," you quip, instantly receiving a scowl from your boyfriend at the mention of the man.

Alas, just as he's too stubborn to admit his jealousy, Jung Hoseok was too stubborn to admit his faults.

"Why should I?"

With nothing but a glare from you in response, Jung Hoseok grumbles and sighs, pulling away as the both of you start going back into the ballroom. The mafioso does his best to ready his tongue for the bitter apology he’ll have to make, lest he suffers in your silent fury yet again.

KIM NAMJOON

Namjoon finds it fortunate to have mastered the art of schooling his expressions. There's a polite dimpled smile on his face in spite of the utter fury raging through his veins, and everyone in the room is none-the-wiser until he deems it fitting to show his wrath—including you.

Piercing eyes followed you as you moved across the dancefloor with another man, a son to one of Bangtan’s associates. The look of intrigue and attraction in his eyes didn’t elude the mafioso, very much further souring his mood and faltering his focus in the discussion he was having with the politician he was speaking to. His jaw clenched as he held himself back from glaring or frowning.

Namjoon thought himself to be below being the jealous type that restricts your freedom of choice. Besides, while he wanted to slowly integrate you into his life and show you the ropes of some of his work, the two of you had to attend this gala not together in fear of confirming to his enemies about his weakness for you.

Alas, that also leaves you vulnerable to men who also can’t help but stare at you in the beautiful, form-fitting gown Namjoon bought for you. A part of him knows he can’t blame these men, but they also don’t get to indulge you the way Namjoon can.

Park Seoyoon, who guided you to the catering table after your dance, is an accomplished lawyer fairly detached from his father’s corrupted ways. He speaks with such charm, and makes you laugh in a way that twists Namjoon’s insides—a product of irrational emotions spurring his calm and collected facade.

It was when he caught wind of your fleeting glance, along with a quick, secret smile just for him, that Namjoon finally decided to make a move for his sake. “Sorry to interrupt,” he nearly grits through his teeth, as he reaches you both by the catering table. “May I have this dance?”

Of course, you accept—quite giddily if he must say.

The head of Bangtan then spends the rest of the night orchestrating events to pull Seoyoon away from you—trapping him in a discussion with businessmen, convincing other ladies to circle around the lawyer, and sneaking off with you to a closet for a good half an hour.

It was only a matter of time before you finally told him you wanted to go home. Namjoon hid his satisfaction with a compliant smile then, instructing you to get into the car while he finished off his covert negotiations. The ride was pleasant with you talking about the things you liked in the gala—that is, until you talked about the man himself.

“He said what?” Namjoon tries to remedy his clenched fists and jaw by busying himself with drawing patterns on the back of your hand.

None-the-wiser, you smile and gladly repeat yourself. “He said there’s an auction next month that’ll display these nineteenth century antiques. He’ll send over an invite if we’re interested.”

Namjoon can’t help the eye-roll of irritation he does. “If you’re interested.”

“What?”

Your dumb-founded expression makes him sigh as the car comes to a halt in the driveway. “He doesn’t know we’re together, jagi,” he nearly grumbles as he got out of the car and offered his hand to help you out. “The invite’s for you alone.”

He watches as you try and reconstruct the previous events. “But…”

“He’s a man, jagi,” he grunts, the two of you walking towards the house, “and you’re a beautiful woman.”

There’s a blush that spreads across your cheeks, but it’s replaced with an enlighted grin. "Oh my god," you gasped like you heard the juiciest gossip in town, stopping at the porch as you came to a conclusion. "Kim Namjoon, are you jealous?"

Namjoon almost winces at the teasing lilt of your voice. "I don't know what you're talking about, jagi," he feigns a smile yet again, hand coming to the small of your back as he nods his head to the door. "It's getting cold. Shall we get inside?"

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bangtannies-stories · 1 year

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Could I please request a y!BTS reaction for a reader with arachnophobia?

Yea! I think this request was in my box but I never was able to get to it so I'll do it now!

Arachnophobia: A deep fear (phobia) of spiders.

Namjoon

- You were sitting inside one day reading a book when all of a sudden you saw a spider crawling on the couch.

- Since you had a phobia, you'd scream for Namjoon to come kill it.

- Namjoon couldn't understand why you'd interrupt him during his meeting, until you ran to him crying.

- As you were going on about the spider, there were gears turning in Namjoon's head.

- Sure, of course he'd kill it, anything for his Queen.

- But now, you'll start noticing them more often, constantly having Namjoon on your side so you wouldn't go near them.

- Who knew he could find a small thing like that to push you into his arms?

Jin

- As you cleaned the bathroom, your punishment for getting messy with your paints, you noticed a spider behind the toilet.

- Screaming, you ran into the other room where Jin was reading his paper.

- When he inquired about what your fussing was about, you explained there was a spider in the bathroom.

- Jin laughed, but saw an opportunity. Of course his weak housewife is scared of an arachnid.

- He killed the spider, but it never left his head how dependant you were on him.

- Maybe he could use this as some sort of punishment in the future.

Yoongi

- You were cuddled up to Yoongi on the couch when you saw a spider crawling on the ceiling.

- Screaming, you ran across the room to which Yoongi scoffed at you.

- You told him that you were deeply afraid of spiders and them hurting you, but he just laughed at it as you walked into the other room.

- However, what you didn't notice was him killing spiders left and right everywhere he found them just so you wouldn't be afraid.

- Sometimes if you get bratty he might even use this as a way to keep you inside... Because there are so many spiders outside.

Hoseok

- honestly it's hard to tell what he'd do as even though he's a murderous psychopath, he too has a phobia of spiders.

- I think in this instance, mister murder man Hobi would put on his big boy pants, as you were never really supposed to see him afraid of anything, even spiders.

- He wouldn't taunt you with the spiders or anything either, because he'd be taking himself down as well.

Jimin

- in this case, Minnie is well aware of your massive fear of spiders.

- So, why not use it to his advantage, right?

- You were planning on going over to your parents' place for lunch when Jimin came into the room.

- He explained that the apartment where your parents lived had been having many reports of spiders lately.

- Out of paranoia, you hid and refused to go see them.

- Jimin was of course glad to let them know that you wouldn't be able to make it. Who knew a little white lie could be so powerful?

Taehyung

- Tae liked that you had a fear of spiders. Any fear to him was one more thing he was able to use to have power over you with.

- It was kind of like a big game to him in a way.

- He'd be sitting there watching television and all of a sudden he'd see you run into the room in frightful tears.

- He'd make you beg for his help to kill the spider, forcing you to tell him you needed him.

- Of course no matter what he'd kill it, but he wanted to hear you beg.

- Because where's the fun if you're not reassuring him that he's in charge?

Jungkook

- This cocky, evil man would use your fear against you whenever possible.

- He'd wait for you to fall into a trap, to mess up at the perfect moment.

- And when you'd expect him to punish you he'd drug you.

- When you wake up, you're on a table, tied to it as the floor is swarmed with spiders.

- Of course he'd put in harmless ones, but this man would be watching you from the cameras.

- He loved when you cried and begged for him to get you out. Begging by saying you'd never disobey him again.

- Which would never happen because no matter how much you tried, he'd make sure you slipped along the way.

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stylesluxx · 2 years

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he has a day off – mafia!bts

[warnings: there’s the tiniest bit of angst but it’s mostly fluff]

summary: in which y/n’s man spends the day with her

word count: 3,086

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kim seokjin

"Okay, okay, so I know you said 'Y/N don't do anything crazy. I just wanna relax and spend time with you. Blah blah,'" You playfully mimicked your boyfriend.

You both stood in the master bathroom, but you were behind Jin, on your tippy toes so you could cover his eyes.

It was so hard for you to keep this a secret for the last two days. But when Jin said he was forcing himself to take a day off, you knew you had to do something special for him. When you were on your lunch breaks at work and when you got home, all you did was plan for this day.

"That is not how I sound."

"Baby, that's not the point. The point is we're going to relax together but in the best way possible!" Quickly you removed your hands from his eyes and wrapped your arms around his waist. "We're having a spa day! Starting with a nice relaxing bath; I even turned the jets on!"

His silence made you worry and you took a step back so you could move in front of him and look directly into his eyes.

"Y/N-"

"You don't like it?"

"No, Princess, I love it," He smiled and pulled you into a warm hug.

You let out a sigh of relief and hugged him back. "Let's get in before the bubbles go away. That's the best part." You were both quick the strip down and Jin got in the tub first so he could help you in. "Ahhh it's so hot," You quietly moaned out.

Jin leaned against the wall of the tub and your back rested against his chest. He often pecked the top of your head subconsciously; he was just so enamored by you and all that you did for him.

"I love you, too, Jinnie," You giggled in response to his multitude of kisses.

"I know. You do so much for me and I'm just so grateful for you," He hummed and held you tighter in his arms.

"You deserve it. You work so hard and you take care of me, and the boys, and your family. We all love you so much. And I have so much planned for us today."

"Oh really?" He chuckled. "Tell me all about it."

You quickly sat up and turned your body so you could look directly at him.

"Okay," You took a deep breath and grabbed his hands before you started to ramble. "So I don't know if you can smell it but your favorite breakfast is being made. I hired a chef to come make us breakfast and lunch. So we'll eat after this, get massages and facials in the living room. It's crazy that the living room is that big that the massage tables can be set up in there-"

"Okay, you don't have to continue. I see I have a full day ahead of me."

"Nope, there's more." You kept going, "after that, we'll shower, have lunch, and then we can take a nap. But we have to get ready for dinner. It'll be us, the boys, and your parents. I'm so excited!"

Jin laughed and pecked your lips gently, making your body grow hot. With just a simple kiss he was able to make you blush. At this rate, it feels like you'll have butterflies for the rest of your life with him.

"Thank you, Princess."

"And don't worry about security-"

"I'm not," He shook his head. "I'm sure you covered all of our bases. You're the best, Y/N."

You smiled and pulled his body against yours so you could hug him. "You deserve it, Jinnie."

min yoongi

The bed was still warm when you woke up and Yoongi's arms were still wrapped around your waist.

Yoongi sleeping in gave you hope that you two could have breakfast together. As small as it was, it was something you dreamed about for the last couple of weeks since your boyfriend was always so busy.

"Good morning."

He had probably woken up just a little bit before you. You could hear the husky tiredness in his voice, something that was so rare for you to hear these days.

"Hey," You smiled and turned to face him. "What are you still doing here?"

"What? Not happy to see me?" He smirked before kissing your forehead.

"I'm always happy to see you, Min Yoongi."

"I took the day off so I could spend it with my favorite girl."

You cooed as your felt your insides melt at his words. It made you beyond happy to hear that he was taking the day to spend time with you.

"Okay, let's have breakfast."

Yoongi stood behind you, one hand on your waist and his head resting against his shoulder. He hummed along to Joy by Blackstreet as you flipped over the pancakes you were making.

Being in Yoongi's arms brought you a peace you'd never felt before. His job was dangerous but it felt like everything would be okay as long as he held you and placed soft kisses along your neck.

His hips started swaying to the beat, taking yours along.

"What made you wanna stay home?" You asked him and set the finished pancakes on a plate.

You felt him shrug and pull away from your body so he could grab syrup and butter. He remained silent as he set up the table and you turned off the stove.

"Yoongs?"

"Yeah Babe?"

"You okay? What's going on?"

He stayed still at the end of the kitchen table giving you a chance to walk over to him and place a gentle hand on his back.

"You deserve someone that can stay home with you all of the time," He sighed and leaned back into your touch.

"I deserve you, Yoongi and you deserve me."

He shook his head making you frown and take his hand into yours.

"I just want to spend time with you, Y/N, let's not look too far into it."

You let out a sigh, willing to compromise so you could enjoy your day together.

But you knew you weren't going to let this go and so did your boyfriend.

You grabbed Yoongi's plate of pancakes off of the counter and held them out for him to take.

"I love you, Yoongi, let's eat."

jung hoseok

If Hoseok wasn't in the business he was in, you're sure he would've been someone's stylist. Spending his free day in the mall with you by his side was proof of that.

Hoseok loved clothes and he loved dressing you up like a doll. He claimed in another life he was a fashion designer and you were his muse that kept giving.

It was kind of romantic.

But walking around with bodyguards is anything but romantic or relaxing. On one of your few days alone with your boyfriend, it was the two of you and four babysitters that were horrible at being inconspicuous.

Your fingernails kept finding their way between your teeth because of how anxious the men were making you. You're sure they're nice guys and all but the constant surveillance was making you more paranoid than you already were.

How likely was it that one of Bangtan's rivals was going to pop up at the mall and snatch Hoseok away from you? Did you really need these men here as reminders of the danger you were always in?

"Take your fingers out of your mouth, Love, they're dirty," Hoseok scolded you as he took hand sanitizer out of his bag to put on your hands.

"Hobi, can we just go home?" You quietly asked while rubbing the sanitizer into your hands.

"What? How come?" He stopped walking and looked around before pulling you over to a hallway to lead to the bathrooms. "What's the matter, Love?"

"I'm just tired and wanna go home. We shopped enough to last us a lifetime."

He gave you a look but knew you weren't going to elaborate anymore. At least not while you were uncomfortable.

The car ride home was quiet besides the radio playing but you were much more at ease.

Hoseok hand rested on your thigh and you rested a hand on top of his, sometimes taking a finger and gripping it gently.

"Why were you anxious?"

You frowned and quickly denied his accusation. "I wasn’t anxious, Hobi."

"You were biting your nails. Something was bothering you."

You turned from the window and looked over at your boyfriend with some form of admiration.

He knew you so well and despite what happened at the mall, you were amazing at his ability to read you.

"Oh there go your lovey eyes," He teased and squeezed your thigh causing you to giggle.

"I just love you, Hoseokie."

"And I love you, too. So you have to tell me what's the matter so I can fix it."

"There's nothing to fix," You sighed and turned back toward the window. "Well, it's nothing you're going to change."

"Just tell me what it is and I'll see if we can compromise."

You sighed again and played with the hangnail on your pinkie.

"Y/N..."

"Hoseok..."

It wasn't long before he pulled into the parking garage of your apartment building.

You knew Hoseok wasn't going to let this go but you also felt like he wasn't going to change the security detail that followed him everywhere.

Hoseok's best guards carried your things inside the apartment like butlers and checked around the apartment to make sure nobody broke in.

You fidgeted the whole time they were there. You couldn't focus on the show you were watching because you could hear them shuffling around the apartment. Your legs kept bouncing because you were trying not to bite your nails. You were sitting on the couch, your hands under your butt until they finished their search and left.

"The guards make you nervous?" Hoseok asked from the kitchen.

He sat at the island drinking a glass of water as soon as you both got home. You didn't realize he was watching you the whole time.

He noticed that the second the men walked out the door, your leg slowly stopped bouncing and you were able to use your hands.

"No," You quickly denied.

"You know I can't go anywhere without them."

"You think I don't know that?"

He didn't flinch at your snappiness, he was expecting it, but that didn't mean it felt good.

He slowly walked over to the couch and sat next to you, pulling you into his arms. He didn't want to move too suddenly and cause you to get anxious again.

"I'm sorry, Hobi."

"I'm sorry, too."

kim namjoon

It was just the two of you (and security) in the art museum. Namjoon bought it out for the day allowing you both as much relaxation as possible.

When you walked into a new room, you'd walk to one side, Namjoon would walk to the other and at one point you'd meet in the middle.

Namjoon would take your hand in his, sometimes squeezing it or pulling it up to his mouth to kiss. No matter what you'd become a hot mess that melted into his hold. You never wanted to be away from him but eventually, you'd pull away to explore the rest of the room without him.

As you moved on to the next room you'll talk about which piece of art was your favorite from the previous room. Namjoon would offer to buy it from the museum but you always declined.

"It'll give us another reason to come back. Maybe bring Tae or something. He likes this type of stuff."

"Oh, so you want us to babysit on the next visit?" He teased and smirked at you. Once his dimple appeared you softly poked it and made a "boop" noise.

When you arrived back home, you handed the guards the to-go plates you got from the restaurant. You bid them goodnight before going to wash up, leaving Namjoon to talk to them.

Namjoon was quick to dismiss them and find his way to you.

You were brushing your teeth when he came behind you and snaked his arms around your waist.

"How was your day Lovebug?" He asked and placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

You giggled and leaned back into his chest. "It was good. I think our best date yet. Reminded me of college."

"We can go to a different museum in a couple of weeks. I'll have to set it up."

"I'd love that."

"Oh and stop being nice to the guards. I think they're falling in love with you or something."

You looked at him through the mirror and saw his face scrunch up in disgust, making you giggle. "You know I'm yours. And I need to be nice to them, they put their lives on the line to keep us safe. So make sure you're nice to them too, Joonie."

"Me? Nice? Do you know who I am?" He playfully asked and nipped at your earlobes.

"You're my Joonbug, the sweetest man on the planet."

park jimin

"Minie, it's my turn to pick."

"No, it's my turn. Remember you said if we watch Annie, I could pick the movies for the rest of the day?"

"Ugh, I don't know why I said that," You groaned and shook your head in shame.

Jimin laughed and pat your thigh in an attempt to console you. "It's okay, Lover. Since I'm your generous and oh-so-merciful boyfriend, I'll allow you to pick the movie after this one."

"Oh Park Jimin, how will I ever repay you?"

"Could use some more popcorn," He shrugged and shook the empty popcorn bowl in your direction.

"Anything for you, Minie."

You were quick to make more popcorn and fill up glasses of juice for you two to drink.

"Next movie day we should definitely get something other than popcorn."

"Agreed."

You spent the day wrapped in Jimin's arms, begging him not to put on any scary movies unless it was Halloween series.

The thing is, Jimin didn't even like scary movies all that much, he just liked teasing you and the kisses he got when you were begging him not to play the movie. He'd never actually put the movie on; he wouldn't dare make his Lover uncomfortable even though you'd probably cuddle into his chest if he did.

At some point, you'll catch on to his little trick but until then he'll be drowning in your kisses.

kim taehyung

When you woke up the bed was empty and you had assumed Taehyung was at work and would call you when he got a chance.

You got ready for the day, putting on some comfortable shorts and a tank top so you could sit outside in the hammock Tae set up for you the night before.

"Tannie, come outside with Mom," You hummed and grabbed your book off of the bookshelf in the living room.

Yeontan was way ahead of you, waiting at the screen door for you. Once you opened the door for him he ran off into the yard. It used to worry you when he just ran off due to his condition but after observing him for a while, he seemed to know his limits.

You applied some sunscreen on your body and then carefully got into the hammock.

You had gotten through a couple of chapters of your book when you heard the door slide open and then closed.

"Hey, I thought you were working," You smiled as you saw Tae walk over to you (and Tannie who was napping under your hammock).

"No, I went to go grab groceries. The lines were long and the traffic was so bad. Took me forever to get back to you," He explained and leaned down to peck your nose.

"So you've got the day off?"

"Mhm," He nodded and carefully got into the hammock with you. "What do you usually do on your days off?"

"Me and Tannie usually sit around and read books, try not to miss you too much. Eventually, we make dinner for you and greet you once you come in."

"Well don't let me mess up your routine. Why don't you read to me?"

You nodded and opened your book, starting where you left off.

After a while Tae began to doze off, using your chest as a pillow. You stopped reading aloud and gently ran your fingers through his hair, pushing him further into a deep sleep.

"Need to spend more days off like this," He mumbled.

"Maybe you can read to me next time."

"Okay."

jeon jungkook

"Kookie, you're still here!" You gasped as you walked into your boyfriend's gaming room.

When you woke up you heard noises coming from the room, so you entered the room you usually stay out of. You knew this was Jungkook's haven and didn't want to intrude but you could've sworn he had some mission to go on today.

"Morning Lovey. Did I wake you?" He asked, keeping his big eyes on the screen. He pushed back his gaming chair and opened his arms so you could sit on his lap.

Without hesitation, you sat on Jungkook's lap and pecked his cheek. "No, but I heard a noise and got curious. Who's on the headset?"

"Tae, Jin, and Yoongi. They're mostly arguing, I'm mostly playing."

"Thought you had a thing to do today?" You asked once you knew you were in the clear to talk about his line of work.

"I got Jimin to do it. I owe him one."

You watched his fingers move all over the keyboard as he played whatever game, making your head spin.

"Is this Fortnite?" You asked innocently and looked down at him.

His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips sat in a pout, clearly trying to focus.

"Y/N what?" You could hear Taehyung, clearly appalled, from Jungkook's headset.

"What? It's not?

"Ignore him, Lovey."

You nodded and went back to watching Jungkook play. You were completely enamored by his focus and the seriousness in his voice while leading his group to victory time and time again.

After another win, he pushed back his gaming chair again and spun around as you cheered and kissed all over his face.

"You're so cool, Kookie," You cooed before giving his lips multiple pecks.

"Thank you, baby," He muttered against your lips. "Want me to teach you?"

"Mhm!" You eagerly nodded. "Wanna be cool, just like you."

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kittyscupcakeandbunny · 10 months

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SET ME FREE x MIN YOONGI

[MAFIA AU]

Masterlist

Side Characters: K. Namjoon, J. Jungkook, J. Hoseok and P. Jimin.

Trigger warnings: toxic relationships, guns, crime, violence, possessive behaviour, manipulation, death, blood, sharp objects, knife play, gun play, Smut, mentions of blood, death, robbery, killing, torturing, fire, porn (a lot of it).

Summary: You made it. Now a police intern as you always promised to your father before he died, you were more than happy to finally be able to help people like he did. But the law was not what you expected to be like. You did not know how lonely it would be for a young woman to grow her career in this kingdom. Having to take care of your 18 year old brother wasn't easy too and things just got a lot worse when you've met Agust D. The king of the mafia Min. He sure knew how to make a life turn into a hell hole.

INTRO

PART ONE

Red Chopsticks

PART TWO

I’ll find you in a dark Paradise

PART THREE

A deal with the devil

PART FOUR coming soon

On going…

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Ride Or Die | Steam

mafia!jungkook, druglord!jungkook, slight yandere!jungkook, smut, angst, exes au.

Word count: 4k

Jungkook wakes up to a surprise visitor. Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, drugs, unhealthy co-dependant toxic relationship, explicit smut, unprotected sex, heavy angst & feelings. Important note: I do not condone nor enable this behaviour, this is fiction and irl relationships like this should not be tolerated or romanticised

MINISERIES COLLECTION

“Find her.” Jungkook bites through the phone with a racing heart.

His friend and right hand man Jimin audibly sighs, “We’ve tried boss… It’s like she’s disappeared.”

It’s been two weeks since you left Jungkookk standing alone in what used to be your shared apartment. He hasn’t seen your face in two weeks, not heard the sound of your voice for fourteen days… It’s killing him to say the least, especially when you’re making it so difficult for him to contact you to talk this out properly.

“Try harder, before your family members start disappearing for real.” He spits, ending the call abruptly.

Being a gang leader comes with a myriad of things – constantly and professionally breaking and evading the law, getting into fights, shoot-outs, the endless sea of drugs at his disposal… It’s no life for a twenty seven year old who’s trying everything in his power to better himself – hell it’s no life for anybody. And with you gone? The loneliness of this life is overwhelming.

For years you’ve been the only stable thing in Jungkook’s life, whether he deserves you or not is another story. You’ve always been there for him, even when he didn’t want you to be. You’re kind, you’re caring, you’re…everything to him. And now you’re gone, even Jimin and the others have no idea where you are, and that speaks volumes considering his gang bts usually have no issue with finding someone who doesn’t want to be found. It’s ironic really, how you’ve learned so much from his life.

It's when he finds an old pyjama set of yours in the bottom of his drawer when it hits him hard. You’re really not coming back. With a tight balled fist he hits the wall, knocking a hole into the smooth grey paintwork. He’s panicking, heart pounding, he doesn’t know what kind of man he is without you by his side.

You never agreed with his lifestyle, tried to talk him out of the bad decisions he made time and time again – until you realised your pleas fell on deaf ears. He was never going to change, and that’s what lead you to disappearing into the abyss.

Jungkook’s tried everything by this point: calling you, calling your friends, your family, showing up at your workplace with a potty-mouth full of threats for your co-workers if they didn’t tell him where you were. At first he wanted to find you to make things right, to apologise, to show you he’s not really the monster you fear he is. But now with a bloody fist and watery eyes, he knows you were right all along… He isn’t the man you fell in love with. But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t find you and show you that he can be that guy again, he’ll do anything it takes to win you back.

The next morning he wakes on the sofa, body stiff and sore. Ever since you left he’s been sleeping here with a shitty little blanket that barely keeps him warm. He can’t bring himself to wake up in bed alone, the sheets don’t even smell like your perfume anymore so what’s the fucking point? If you’re not there, he doesn’t want to be there either. He’s still wearing clothes from…three days ago. Personal hygiene has been the least of his worries, the only thought, the only person, the only thing on his mind, consuming every thought is you. Finding you before he forgets the shape of your face. He needs to know you’re safe. He needs to apologise. He needs to tell you he loves you even if it is just one last time.

It's as though you felt his distain and desperation from afar, because when Jungkook stands to stretch out the knots and aches in his body he freezes in place. You’re home.

“Y/N?” He has to double-check he isn’t dreaming or tripping when he sees you standing by the door. You’re wearing a crisp white blazer and mini skirt set. Your hair in a high ponytail, white stilettos give you an extra three inches of height. You look fucking amazing, meanwhile he hasn’t showered in days.

“Hi Kook.” Your voice is calm, calculated, and it makes every hair on his body stand on end and scream for more.

“What are you doing here?” He’s frozen in place, as much as he wants to run over to you, grab you and kiss you, he can’t move. Instead he stares at you with curious eyes, how are you so…okay? Is he the only one hurting? The question raised ignites a fire of fury inside him.

You peel your gaze from his, clicking your tongue, “You need to stop looking for me. You’re scaring a lot of people.”

At this Jungkook can’t help but chuckle, the sound is borderline evil, he doesn’t care about scaring people since it’s what he does for a living, you of all people should know that. “Are you threatening me baby? I wouldn’t have to look for you if you didn’t make it so difficult.”

“I didn’t come here for a fight,” You’re walking over to him, the sound of your heels clicking and clacking against the hardwood floor, “I came here to ask you nicely… Stop looking for me, stop threatening people I care about. Just stop this, stop all of this...please.”

“If you’re planning on walking back out that door you know I’m not gonna stop until I find you again.” He takes two steps closer, until his chest is almost flush with yours. You smell like passionfruit and mandarin shower gel, the same way you always do. “Whatever it takes.”

“Why?” You challenge him with confidence, the polar opposite to the vulnerable sobs you cried for him the last time you were here. “Why can’t you just let me leave in peace?”

“Because…”

Your brows are raised expectantly, eyes nervously searching his face, “Because…?”

A wave of desperation washes over Jungkook, his tattooed hand finds purchase on your jaw. His hold is gentle, featherlight, but it doesn’t stop your heart from hammering inside your chest. You’re intoxicated by his presence, his dark hair is slicked back exposing thick brows that are furrowed with confusion and hurt.

“Because I don’t want you to go.” His words cut you like a knife, your head is spinning when he closes the distance between your faces, his nose ghosting yours.

“Jungkook…” You let out a shaky breath, a warning that you can’t do this. But you don’t push him away, you don’t put up a fight, you don’t do anything save for stare at him through long eyelashes that are already fluttering with anticipation. Wanting nothing more than for him to kiss you, despite what he’s done.

“…We shouldn’t, I came here to say goodb—”

Without a moment of hesitation he kisses you, one hand snaking to the back of your hair to keep you close, the other sliding down to your waist and gripping you hard enough to bruise. Finally, you’re back in his hold. Muscle memory takes over and he kisses you exactly how he knows you like to be kissed – tongue slipping into your mouth with ease before it entwines and dances rhythmically with yours. The sound of your soft moan sends a rush of blood to his pants, a feeling he can’t ignore.

It all happens so fast, a blurred frenzy of mutual desperation and greed.

He walks you backwards to the neutrally decorated bathroom all while unbuttoning your blazer, grunting in approval when he spots you’ve decided to show up here without a bra. Not that you need one, you had your boobs done two years ago and so they stay perfectly upright and in place no matter what you wear. His teeth almost clash against yours as he’s smiling, listening to the needy little whimpers you’re making that only rile him up more. You’re pulling his shirt off, manicured fingertips grazing the bumps of his toned abdomen before he sinks to his knees in front of you, unzipping the pathetic excuse for a skirt you’ve worn.

Oh you definitely came here for a fuck, why else would you wear a dainty white sheer g string that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. He slides it down your bare legs before working on your stilettos. When you’re completely naked you’re tugging his dark hair harsh enough for him to hiss, pulling him up to your mouth where you’re the one to initiate a series of lewd, sinful kisses while ridding him of the rest of his clothes. At this he picks you up effortlessly, slamming your back against the shower tiles before punching the switch, earning steamy hot water to cascade down your now completely naked bodies.

“Jungkook…” His name slides off your tongue a little too easily, your body aflame and craving his touch. He swallows your words and moans, caging you in his heavily tattooed arms that rest either side of your head. You don’t care that your hair and makeup are ruined, you don’t care that deep down you absolutely know you shouldn’t be doing this. All you care about is him, the way he kisses you so messily and hot as though he needs you just as much as you need him.

“Mmm…” He groans against your lips, taking a sponge and coating it with shower gel before dragging the sopping material slowly, oh so slowly, across your bare breasts. The bubbles drip down your body, like a trail of sin leading him to where you desire him most.

After briefly washing his own body, all while kissing you with your fingers deep in his hair, he pulls back to stare you down. His gaze is fierce, threatening almost. Hooded eyes drink in your features, the way your mascara is running down your cheeks, the way you’re already a panting mess for him.

“I’ve missed you baby.” Jungkook whispers, roughly gripping your jaw in a moment of blind panic, “Don’t do that to me again.”

“I-,” Your words are cut short when you’re being lifted, back shoved against the wet wall. On instinct alone you wrap your legs round his waist, your head lolls back with a small gasp at the coolness of the tiles. “Please…” You’re not entirely sure what you’re begging for, you were the one who left him. But now, as Jungkook’s lips are sucking and biting the flesh of your neck you can’t recall why. Steam and lust cloud your senses, you’re whimpering quietly, arms settled on his strong shoulders.

“Tell me you want me.” His pleas burn your skin, “Tell me how much you’ve missed me.”

“So much…” You admit with a gentle sigh, because it’s the truth, “I’ve missed you so much. I want you so bad Kook...”

“Then why…” Jungkook lines his now painfully hard cock up to your entrance, you’re already as wet as the shower which causes him to bite back a smirk. Slowly, he pushes inside. “Mmm…” It’s been so long since he’s felt you like this, his head is spinning and his balls are tight from the way your walls greedily welcome him, pulling him in to the hilt, “Why…did you run off like that, hm?”

“Not right now.” You shake your head lightly, trying to concentrate on the way he’s stuffing you, “Please… fuck me Jungkook.”

“You know you’ll always come back to me, right?” His eyes are squeezed shut from pleasure, he’s fucking you slowly, sensually, rolling his hips into you more gentle than he’s ever been. “Look at you. You’ve been here less than fifteen minutes and we’re already…” A small hiss cuts him off, you’re tugging the hairs at his scalp to pull his head back.

You’re looking at him with eyes that are drunk in equal parts lust and love. Ogling the way his pierced lip is tucked between his teeth, the way his stare is stuck on you, he looks so fucking sexy. His hands grab your ass tight enough to break something, but the only thing that breaks in this moment is your heart.

“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me like it’s the last time.” You swallow, pressing your damp forehead to his.

“Why?” His tone is croaky, desperate and laced with sadness.

“…Because it is.”

Every reaction has an equal reaction, and your confession sparks electricity fuelled by fear and dread in the gang leader. This isn’t the last time, it will never be the last time. Not with you. In a frenzied display of emotions his mouth crashes to yours again, lips, tongues and teeth messily fighting for dominance when he picks up the pace. Rutting into you so harshly that your mouth falls open in a silent ‘o’. Too overwhelmed, too emotional, too stunned to react. His hips snap in and out of you at a dangerous pace, the sound of skin slapping wet skin floods the shower and encourages him to go faster.

“You really think you can find someone else who can you feel like this, hm?” He growls, his head bobbed just enough to nip at your throat as water cascades down the spans of his muscular back. He’s riddled with jealousy and insecurity at the mere thought, realising he can’t lose you, that’s just not an option. “Look at me.”

But you’re already too fucked out to realise what he’s saying, his huge length is bumping and banging against your sweet spot with every thrust. It’s when he delivers one particularly brutal snap of his hips that you shriek in equal parts pain and pleasure.

“I said,” He spits, holding your weight with one arm to grip your throat. That gets your attention. “Look at me.”

And you do, you watch him intently while the coil within you grows tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.

“You’re mine.” His words are followed by a series of kisses. You’re swallowing each other’s moans and grunts. Tears prick your eyes, your nails digging into his soapy skin hard enough to draw blood. “You’re never fucking leaving again, you got that?”

Another painful thrust hits, one that has you sobbing from the sensitivity. It’s as if he’s punishing you for running away; the way he fucks you relentlessly, the hold he has on your neck, but in this moment you can’t bring yourself to care. It feels so good to have him fuck you like this, so sloppily, so desperately, like he’s scared of losing you.

“Kook…” You whimper, pulling his wet hair when the fire inside continues to grow.

“Gonna come for me?” He smirks, kissing your forearm, there’s no way you’d ever find another man who can make you come undone as quickly as he can. “But you’ve been such a bad girl Y/N…”

“I-, I’m sorry. Please.”

Overcome with lust Jungkook removes you from the tiles, holding you in his arms before turning and smashing you into the opposite wall. The shower head is directly above you, hot water glossing what little space lies between your heaving bodies. It’s going in your mouth, when you gasp for air you choke slightly and he revels in the sound. His hair is as soaked as your pussy while he continues to fuck you hard, as though his very existence depends on it.

Your thighs are like a vice grip around his waist, heels digging into his bare ass. You look so fucking sexy like this, mewling because of him, coughing and gasping because of him. He can’t help but smirk at the sight in front of him. When your hole clenches his throbbing cock he knows your close to reaching ecstasy and he speeds up, he’s hammering you so fast that his legs are shaking – but he doesn’t care. With one hand palming your ass he brings the other to your breast, already knowing how sensitive you are. His thumb glides over your nipple, earning himself a throaty moan from your end that sends a rush of heat straight to his balls.

“Come for me.” He demands, taking the flesh of your ear between his teeth.

Your makeup washes down your cheeks from the waterfall above, body slipping and sliding against Jungkook’s with every movement.

“Come for me baby, show me how much you’ve missed me.” His voice is rough against your neck, further fuelling the fire that’s about to explode.

“I’m-,” Your head kicks back with a groan, you welcome the heat from the water on your face and bare chest. “I’m gonna-, Jungkook!” Your whole body tenses in pleasure when a squirt of slick drenches your already soaked ex-boyfriend, your orgasm hitting you fast and hard just like the way he fucks you.

“Mmm, that’s it…fuck.” Kook aids you ride out your high, snaking his free hand down to your clit to rub out another orgasm less than ten seconds after your last.

“Fuck! Jungkook I-, I can’t—!” You try to warn him but it’s too late, you’re squirting again, more forcefully than the last time because you’re so sensitive, clit pulsing and banging in sync with his deep thrusts.

“Baby! Oh shit, fuck… You feel amazing.” The next thing you know his hand is on your throat again, squeezing hard when he kisses you with such desperation that it makes you see stars. You swallow his moans, tongue clashing against his with the added wetness of the downpour above you. Your fingertips are deep in his hair, legs trembling around his taught body, heart still pounding from the double euphoria you’ve just reached.

“Gonna come, shit I’m gonna come!” He barks, rolling his hips impossibly harder into your pussy, until the crown of his cock is bruising your cervix when he bottoms out with a guttural moan. Water continues to flow between and atop of you when he slows his ministrations to an eventual stop. You’re sore, bruised, out of breath and shaky.

Jungkook holds you in place, resting his large palms on your hips. Reality comes crashing down on him in the form of the shower above. He presses his forehead to yours, ignoring the tears threatening to drip from his hooded eyes. Reaching up he pushes the off switch for the water, still buried inside you, fearful of letting you go.

It’s silent, it’s cold, and it’s tense.

“You can put me down now…” Your airy chuckle causes his chest to tighten, he doesn’t want to but he obliges anyway. Pulling out and helping you settle on your weak legs. When you exit the shower you find a towel with ease, remembering exactly where you stored them when you lived here.

“Here… Let me help you.” Jungkook’s own legs are shaky when he makes his way over to you, grabbing a smaller towel to help dry your hair. And for a moment things feel almost normal, his body is shivering but he doesn’t care. Instead helping you dry off completely in the steaming bathroom.

“Kook…” You sigh, and he shakes his head with a frown.

“Don’t.” He wraps you in the larger towel, cradling you in his arms, “Don’t say it.”

“I miss you Jungkook, but I—”

The last thing you expected was for Jungkook to openly beg for you, giving he’s so proud, but when he sinks to his knees with his hands firmly on your body your heart breaks in two.

“I can change, I promise I can change. I will, I already have! Please baby, I love you so fucking much… Don’t do this, don’t go. Don’t leave me.” He’s crying now, real tears when he peppers your bare legs with kisses to mask his sobs, “I can’t live without you Y/N. I’m sorry. God I’m so fucking sorry…”

“Let go of me please.” You swallow the lump forming in your throat, but he doesn’t let up, “Kook, let me go…”

He shakes his head, “No, because I know if I let you go you’ll never come back.”

“Jungkook just stop this, please…” You plead, vision clouded by your own rush of emotions, “I can’t live like this anymore. I told you, I-, I’m done.”

“No!” He roars, standing up to tower over you with a dangerous stare, “No you’re not done. Because if you were really done with me we wouldn’t have fucked each other’s brains out just now. You need me just as much as I need you.”

“I-, I know. I’m sorry… This was a mistake.” You try to edge your way out the bathroom but he grips your wrist and pulls, winning you to slam back into his wet body with force.

His eyes are trained solely to your face, slightly covered by his dripping hair, “I promise you I’ve changed.”

At this you can’t help but scoff, “Really? Two weeks and all of a sudden you’re a new man?”

“I have—”

“Then tell me why our coffee table is covered in cocaine. What’s the problem?” You watch his face drop, “Didn’t think I’d notice? You’ve been threatening people I care about just to find me, you haven’t changed at all.” You spit, guilt and embarrassment coursing your veins. This was a mistake, you should’ve never come back here.

“If you walk out that door don’t think I won’t have my men searching for you day and night. Whatever it takes. I love you Y/N, don’t do this.”

“Love? Is that what you think this is?” You point at the space between your bodies, “This isn’t love.”

Jungkook’s jaw is set tight enough to shatter into pieces, just like his heart is about to, “Are you saying that you don’t love me?”

You know deep down, that this is the only way he’ll let you go.

Whatever it takes.

“No. I don’t.”

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