#btsmutcentral

[themfchase]

endings & beginnings | jjk (m)

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

‒ ending and beginnings. (m) one-shot. ✎  [14k words]

genre: supernatural!au, childhood friends!au.

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), slight dirty talk, slight choking, (jk has a massive dong), an absurd amount of scoffing and eye rolling, lowkey pining, angst, hhh angst again, mentions of blood, mentions of car accident, mentions of death and grief. physics or spiritual physics mean nothing here, don’t judge me.  After the sad passing of your grandmother, you take on the task to pack up her things so you can sell the house, but you’re interrupted by someone you haven’t seen in years, and oh, he’s hurt.  N/A: This is based on a movie plot, but I don’t wanna say the movie because I don’t want to give it away, but, I decided to write a little supernatural type au for the spooky season, and of course, I’m a lover of angst, so, I’m giving you all this. I really hope you like it, and if you do, please remember to press that heart and reblog button! It helps a lot. And please, never hesitate to send me messages! I really love receiving them!

Death.  It was truly a mysterious thing. The concept of death. Humans gave it a meaning, as if life was only but a preparation for what was to come in the afterlife. Heaven, Hell, Oblivion. It didn’t really matter to you. And no matter how many years you spent in Sunday school, learning about sin and how it was a currency that either allowed you to enter the peaceful realms of the afterlife or the eternal suffering of the underworld, it still meant nothing to you. But still, you prayed for forgiveness as a child, your grandmother right there beside you clutching her rosemary tightly in her fists with screwed shut eyes and mumbling apologies in hopes for redemption.  You wonder if she found what she was looking for, and it was almost a bittersweet thought as you looked down at her lifeless body, neatly resting in the casket. She looked peaceful, at least. Maybe that meant something. And even if death for some reason meant nothing to you, you still couldn’t hold back the quiet tears that rolled down your cheeks. This woman raised you. She raised you into the strong woman you were today. With your own business, no longer struggling to put food on the table, but now able to send her money every week, to give her the life she deserved. Because she was one hell of a woman, that you can say, from the years she raised you. Resilient, strong, and all by herself when your parents suffered a terrible fate in a car accident when you were only a toddler. Come to think of it, you were quite familiar with death. It had visited you one too many times.  Maybe that was why you didn’t care for it. For what was to come, because, in the end, death would be everyone’s end. And some may say it’s a sad life, to not really think there is anything at all once you die. That your brain simply shuts and then there is a lot of nothing.  No, you weren’t skeptical; you believed in... Something. Science, nature perhaps. You believed that it didn’t matter if our subconscious continued to echo through the air giving us a fake sense of the afterlife or if in fact; we were reborn in another life. Because death was death. And for you, and everyone else, it was inevitable. Just as inevitable as having to come back to this town, back down to the old farmhouse where you were raised, three hours from the city you lived in, to clean out your grandmother’s things. Ever since she was sent to the hospital, a buyer was interested in the large land, offering a good price on it once she passed. And people called you cold, that you’d even negotiate with a man while your grandmother was in her deathbed, but the reality was that you hadn’t been to this town in almost ten years, and you and the doctors knew she wasn’t going to make it.  You loved her, you truly did. You were grateful for everything she had done for you. But what were you supposed to do? Keep the house there, gathering dust while you went back to your penthouse in a busy city and forgot about it altogether? No, that wouldn’t be fair to your grandmother. If you weren’t going to take care of the house, you could at least put it to good use. And you thought about maybe renovating it, putting it on Airbnb for some backpackers that would eventually stop by the town. You were still pondering on that idea even while you drove into the driveway, coming from the small meek motel just three blocks from the funeral home where everyone mourned the town’s loss. And even looking at it as you parked, one single bagel from Cindy’s Diner hanging in your mouth and a cup of Iced coffee you had to explain to Cindy’s daughter how to make, it looked... Exactly as it did ten years ago when you left. Three floors, with hard oak walls and, resin painted wood on the outside, vines that crept upwards midway past the second floor, but never too close to the windows, a vast wooden front porch with two swings on each side of the door and the large tainted glass windows from the living room and kitchen, reminding you of the same ones you saw in Sunday school. It was almost a smaller wooden castle, too many bedrooms for just the two of you as you grew up, but enough that you became really good at hide and seek. It was still the same, and you sighed.  You had some amazing memories here, that was true. Bonfires with your grandmother as she told you scary stories, your neighbors coming down to play with the hose when it was really hot. You even remembered trying to build a treehouse with your grandma, but you never finished because rain season started. And the sky looked just like it looked right now, dark rumbling clouds closing in, nothing but the vast field behind the house and the faraway mountains on the horizon. Before the thick raindrops began its descent you rushed out of the car, chewing on the piece of bagel as you rushed to the back seat to grab your bags, deciding to leave the unfolded cardboard boxes there and maybe get them later once the rain calmed down. Rushing up the driveway with your large bag of clothes in your hand, the rain began to pour just a few feet away from the porch, and you let out a little shriek at the cold drops hitting your skin, making you run a little faster.  Finally, under the protection of the front porch, you dug into your pockets for the keys, rummaging through both front pockets and the single pack pocket. You were sure they were there, and you huffed in annoyance, a little wet already as you put two and two together and remembered the iced coffee in your cupholder and the keys right beside it. You grunted, throwing your head back and gazing towards your black car. The rain was pouring down hard and from what you remembered, chances were it wouldn’t stop soon, so placing your bag right beside the door you took in a deep breath and ran for your car as raindrops soaked right through your clothes. Opening the car door and quickly reaching for the keys, you made your way back to the porch now dripping wet from the unforgiving rain that had started. Finally opening the thick wooden door, it screeched open, showing that it hadn't been used in the six months that your grandmother made the hospital her permanent home. You shoved your bag in with your feet before finally closing the door behind you.  It was quiet. Well, other than the harsh rain that hit against the windows and wood, the house was dark and quiet, a little gruesome too. You rested your back against the door, head falling back as you took in a deep breath. You opened your eyes and let them roam through the house, the open kitchen, and the large living room. No television. Quickly taking out your phone, you huffed once again, no service either. You were thankful that you left your catering business in good hands with Jimin, your partner, back in town, so even without service, you knew there was really no good reason for him to reach out other than to chat.  Finally, pulling away from the door, you flick on the lights, the old yellow lamps flickering before it illuminated the space, and it suddenly felt normal again, just like it did when you were a kid. It almost felt like home. Sighing, you picked up your bag and placed it right beside the couch, walking towards the laundry room to retrieve a dry and clean towel you knew your grandmother always had in case she had any visitors and you began to dry your hair already walking back to the living room to open your bag for a fresh pair of clothes to change into. Maybe you’d take a shower before you made something to eat. The sun would be setting soon anyway, so there was really no point in starting to pack anything today and the rain really didn’t seem like it would stop anytime soon. If you remembered correctly, sometimes it rained like this for days on end, the roads rather dangerous, some even closing down. You remembered how on days like these, school was canceled, and you could stay home and play all day, have tea parties, bake and cook with your grandma. You smiled fondly at the memory as you found a white shirt and some sweat pants from your bag, and just as you were standing up to strip from your wet clothes, three loud knocks to the door startled you. With your heart now beating in your throat and a hand lifted to your chest, you looked at the door.  Who could it be?  Eyes moving to the clock just above the kitchen sink, it read seven pm. When did time pass so fast? You had just―  Three more loud knocks.  Blinking at the door, you finally decided to walk towards it, not even thinking before you unlocked and opened.  In reality, the town had always been safe, and maybe it was your big city fears creeping up on you but the sight of a wet man with his head down and hands resting on each side of the door had you startled, eyes bulging slightly as you couldn’t make out his face in the dark, your hand blindly reached out to the light switch beside the door, the one that turned on the porch lights and you flicked it on, the man lifting his face to you. Oh. He seemed familiar, and he was young, about your age. Black, wet shirt hugging his strong and muscular frame tightly, making your eyes move to the bulge of his biceps and veins that dripped with water, then your eyes moved to his strong shoulders and up to his thick neck before landing on his defined jaw that also dripped with water and blood― Wait, blood! “Oh my god, are you ok?!” You asked, one hand coming to cover your mouth in your loud surprised reaction as you noticed he had a small cut right above his thick eyebrow. He smiled, well, smirked almost as he let out an airy chuckle. And oof, if that wasn’t the most charming smile you have ever seen, despite the blood dripping down the side of his face.  “I, well― I need some help, is your grandmother home?” He asked looking into the house, now standing fully, towering over you.  The mention of your grandmother had your mouth closing. Who was this guy and how did he know who lived here? And well, if he did, it was unfortunate that he didn’t know that she had passed the day before.  “I’m sorry, who are you?” You asked, and even if you tried not to sound condescending, you did, and he lifted the brow that wasn’t hurt.  “You seriously don’t recognize me, Y/N?” He asked and crossed his strong arms over his chest. He knew your name, and yeah, he did look familiar, but he seemed to remember you a lot better than you remembered him.  At your silence, he chuckled again.  “Jungkook.” He said, and the name had memories rushing back like a tidal wave. “We used to make mud pies together, I’m offended that you don’t remember, you ate them with vigor.” He joked, and you laughed, pursing your lips right after.  “Shit, I’m sorry, you look so...” Hot. “Different.” He smiled wide, now letting his hands down, moving into his front pockets. “So do you, it’s been what... Fifteen? Sixteen years?” He asked, and you nodded, crossed your arms, and resting your shoulder on the door frame.  In a perfect world, you would be able to gawk at his wet body without being caught, but in this world. He tilts his head to the side and flicks his tongue out once he notices your eyes roaming, giving you a quick once over himself.  “So uh... Is your grandmother home, I lost control of my car down on the secluded road somewhere...” He trailed off as if unable to remember exactly where. “...and it won’t start back up. I cut my eyebrow, I was wondering if she could take a look at it for me.” He took you out of your thoughts and you blinked a few times, leaning away from the door frame.  “Oh... My grandma... passed away yesterday.” Your voice was a lot lower than you expected and Jungkook’s eyes bulged slightly, lips parting as if he wanted to say something but he didn’t know what to say. “I uh, I’m here to pack her things.” You nibbled on your lower lip, nodding before you cleared your throat. “Would you like to come in, though? I can take a look at it for you.” You made way, and he just nodded, coming inside.  Closing the door behind you, you watched Jungkook take a few steps inside, his back to you as his eyes roamed the house. Memories of his own coming to play.  “You can take a seat at the kitchen table, I’ll get the first aid kit.” You said making your way to the cabinet under the kitchen sink.  You could barely hear him move, but once you grabbed the small white box, he was there seated quietly, looking at you.  How could you forget Jungkook, anyway? You spent most of your childhood with him, playing in the backyard, sometimes going to his house for sleepovers, even if it was far from the farmhouse. You both were inseparable before his parents divorced and his mother moved to the city, taking him along with her, and you never saw him again. Not until now.  As you took out the gauze, antiseptic, and some surgical tape you watched him look almost uncomfortable, looking around the empty house before looking at you.  You knew what he wanted to say, he had that look in his eyes, the “shit, you lost someone and I’m really uncomfortable because I have no idea what that’s like, but I still want to show you some sympathy” look, and you took in a deep breath.  “You don’t have to say it, you know, I heard it at least fifty times yesterday.” You spoke softly as you took one cotton ball and swiped gently at the cut.  “Say what?” He asked, looking up at you, not even flinching as you cleaned his wound.  “You know... I’m sorry for your loss and stuff.” You shrugged, taking another cotton ball and soaking it in antiseptic.  “Oh...” He said, one hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. “I am though... I loved your grandmother.” He sighed, and you smiled softly, looking at a now clean wound. It didn’t look deep, but you were no expert. It did seem as if he had bled a lot, so you decided to wrap it before it started to bleed again. “Well, thanks, everyone loved my grandma, she was amazing.” You said softly as you began to tape the gauze to his cut, never once did he complain of pain. With the close proximity and the uncomfortable silence, you cleared your throat. “So... Did you move back here?” You asked, and he shook his head.  “No... My father is getting too old to come down to the city now and then, so I decided to come here for a change, I’m only in town for a little while.” He answered, looking out the kitchen window to the rain still pouring out.  “How is life here, anyway? I haven’t been here since forever.” He shook his head as you slowly ― tried to ― tape the gauze in place.  “I wouldn’t know, haven’t been here for the last ten years. Left for college at 17, didn’t come back.” You shrugged, reaching for another piece of tape before leaning back into him.  “Where did you go?” He asked, and you leaned back, blinking at his question.  “Oh, you mean for school? McKenzie Brown.” You said and his eyes bulged.  “No fucking way. So did I! How did we not cross each other on campus?” He seemed excited, and it just showed his boyish ways, a contrast to the very manly muscles on his body and that smirk he had given you earlier. Chuckling, you were also surprised that you had both gone to the same college, but yet, never crossed paths. It wasn’t really that hard to believe, given the university you were accepted to was very, very big, with a lot of students and up to 100 per class.  “Guess life didn’t want us to.” You shrugged, and he shook his head.  “Fucking coincidence. I was kinda famous back in school.” He said, looking down at his lap and you lifted a brow, making him look up at you and chuckle. “All I’m saying is that I had some fun, had a reputation.” Your smile widened, and you squinted your eyes, even if you both haven’t seen each other in sixteen years, somehow it didn’t really feel like you were strangers.  “Are you telling me, that Jeon Jungkook, the cute, bunny teeth kid that made me mud pies and held my hand when we crossed the street, was a fuckboy?” You laughed as you finally finished wrapping him up. His mouth opened almost to protest, but instead of that, he shrugged, and a smirk spread on his lips.  “Who said anything about was?” A loud scoff left your lips as you rolled your eyes at him. Truly, it was hot. He was hot, that was undeniable. But to imagine this man that was here in your kitchen as a fuckboy was truly something you weren’t ready to let your mind wander off. Wonder off to how many people he’s slept with, how much experience he must have. You cleared your throat.  “All done.” Was all you said as you got up.  With his clothes still wet and yours too, you threw the soiled cotton balls away and directed him to the bathroom where he could wash the blood that had dripped down his face.  Once he made his way back, you stood by the door with the pair of fresh clothes in your hands, ready to bid him goodbye, but instead, he walked mid way and sat on the handrest of the couch.  “You said you were packing her things, why?” He crossed his arms again, your eyes shot to his very wet clothes against the couch and you blinked at his question.  “I’m selling the house.” You said and started making your way towards the door, still hearing the rain rumble aggressively outside.  “Wait, what? You can’t sell the house!” He stood up, a look of outrage in his eyes. You turned around and looked back at him with an incredulous look on your face.  “Excuse me?” You questioned, blinking in disbelief.  “You can’t sell the house! This house has... Has a shit ton of memories and it’s a place where you can raise your kids! You’re just going to sell it to some stranger who’s probably going to turn it into another cellphone tower?” He sounded annoyed, irritated even.  “This is my house, and if I want to sell it to someone who wants to turn it into a fucking strip club or whatever, I will.” You crossed your arms, and he furrowed his brows. Truly, you wouldn’t, not that you had anything against strip clubs, but you wouldn’t want your grandmother’s holy name to go to dust in a conservative town like this. “And if anything, this town could use a freaking cellphone tower, since there is no service here!” You shrugged as if it was obvious.  “Wow, didn’t take you for a heartless bitch.” Now that was the last straw. It was almost as if the funny, charming Jungkook from before had vanished in a blink of an eye and all you could see right now was a condescending, nosy ― but hot ― stranger making demands and offending you.  “Get out.” You said calmly, crossing your arms. Jungkook gave you a pointed look, a scoff leaving him.  “You’re going to kick me out in this rain?” He raised a brow.  “Well, you somehow made your way here in this rain, I’m sure you can make your way back.” Maybe you were a heartless bitch. And your ex-boyfriends might agree, but the truth was, you didn’t like anyone making decisions for you, if anything, you didn’t like men making decisions for you.  “Oh, don’t worry your spoiled little ass, I’ll leave in a second, just gotta remember where...” He began walking towards the door and stopped midway, his voice slurring. He stumbled a little, one hand moving up to the wrapped cut. “Remember where my... my car...” He shook his head, as if unable to see straight, and even if you were irritated, your mind and body quickly went into action, walking towards him to keep him steady.  “Jungkook?” You called softly, and he leaned against your hand, unfocused eyes looking for you.  He didn’t look good, the once white gauze now with a bright red spot where the blood seeped through.  “Hey, why don’t you sit down a little, you might have hit your head a little harder than you thought.” You continue to speak softly, slowly maneuvering him towards the couch. You sat him down with a thud, a huff leaving him as his head lolled in his hand. From the few medical documentaries you’ve watched in the past, you knew that if he had a concussion, sleeping right now wasn’t the best idea.  “I’m going to get you some dry clothes and make us some coffee, I think you better stay here tonight.” You look out the window, he surely wouldn’t have made it back to his car.  A minute ago you were ready to kick him out into the rain because of your irritation, now you would have regretted it if anything had happened to him, had you done so. Sighing, you quickly made your way to your grandmother’s closet where she still kept a few of your father’s clothes and you took a large shirt and some sweats, just like your own.  Making your way back down, Jungkook still sat there with his head between his hands. He looked up at you once you made your way to him and reached out for the clothes.  “Feeling a little better?” You asked, pursing your lips.  “Yeah, just... Dizzy.” He admitted, not looking at you. “I’m... Sorry. I’m sorry. That was way out of line.” He blurted out, looking up at you as he took in a deep breath.  You pondered on it for a few seconds, you both were friends once, even if you were children, he wasn’t a complete stranger and that meant that you still nurtured some type of fondness over him ― and no, it wasn’t only because he glowed up. “We’re cool. Just don’t call me a bitch again, or a brat, otherwise, I’ll probably give you another concussion” That made him chuckle, and you laughed back. “Anyway, get dressed, we’re going to end up sick if we stay in these clothes.” Jungkook nodded, immediately reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head, and you didn’t have time to turn around before his bare torso ― and abs― came into view.  Oh, he was truly a sight to see, wet locks falling down his face, damp, glowing skin in the dim yellow lights of the house, ripples of his abs and thin waist so well defined, if your mouth wasn’t agape before, it was now and you caught yourself, turning around to give him some privacy.  “Please, as if I didn’t catch you checking me out at the door.” He scoffed, you couldn’t see him, only hear the sound of ruffling clothes.  “I wasn’t checking you out!” You defended yourself, not looking at him and not sounding convincing at all.  “You were totally checking me out, I was checking you out too.” Yeah, you were checking him out, but him checking you out? That was new information.  Not that you weren’t worthy of being checked out, in fact, you were very confident in yourself, not because of your looks, but because you knew that success was written all over your face and that was enough reason for men to find you attractive.  “Figures.” You smirked, arms crossing over your chest.  Jungkook rolled his eyes, even though you couldn’t see it and you could hear him standing up, probably changing out of his wet pants.  You waited patiently, very tempted to peek, see what he was hiding behind those pants. You had noticed how firm and thick his thighs looked in those dark, wet pants.  “You can turn around now.” He informed, and you quickly turned, seeing him in the cozy clothes you had picked out. It wasn’t that you remembered because you didn’t, but seeing Jungkook in your father’s clothes made it all very... Domestic. You quickly swallowed as you looked him down and grinned.  “Ok, I’m... I’m going to go change and make us some coffee, don’t fall asleep.” You informed, and he sat back down, folding his wet clothes.  You were glad that there was at least coffee in the pantry, because food? Other than some crackers and powdered eggs, none of that. You made a mental note to go get some tomorrow if you were meant to spend the week here.  You picked up the two mugs and made your way to the living room where Jungkook sat quietly, looking around. Handing him his mug, he took it with a quiet “thank you” before you sat on the armchair right in front of him.  It was awkward now. Both of you quiet as you sipped on the hot coffee in your now dry clothes and looked around, it was uncomfortably quiet until― “I can’t believe you’re selling this house.” He shook his head and you rolled your eyes.  “Well, what do you expect me to do? It’s not like I live here, I haven’t lived here in ten years!” Jungkook sat closer to the edge of the couch.  “Maybe not now, but what about in, like, a couple of years when you get married and have kids, wouldn’t you want to settle down in a peaceful place like this?” He stated as if it was obvious.  “What makes you think I want kids? What makes you think I even want to get married?” You gave him a pointed look. And he was quiet, thinking for a while.  “Well, I assumed you were the type...” His voice was more hesitant.  “You assume a lot of things about me, apparently. Besides, if you’re so into the whole traditional family thing, why don’t you move back to town and all that jazz?” With that, Jungkook rested back against the couch, laughing bitterly and shaking his head.  “Me? No, no. I don’t believe in marriage.” It was your turn to scoff.  “And yet you were expecting me to believe in it?” You took a sip of your coffee. “No, I have no plans of getting married, my business is thriving and I’m making a shit load of money, I have no need for a man.” You looked down at your mug and Jungkook went quiet.  You flicked your gaze to him, confused at his silence, and you were met with an intense look right back at you.  “What?” You asked.  “Are you straight?” He asked, and you almost choked on your own spit.  “Why does it matter?!” You were appalled by his question.  “Well, are you attracted to men?” He continued.  “Yes!” You answered right back.  “So you don’t need men for anything?” He lifted a brow.  “I can’t seem to find your point here, Jungkook.” You argued.  “I’m saying if you’re attracted to men only, and I don’t want to assume, sexually speaking, you maybe can get by with a toy, maybe a very realistic dildo or a vibrator, but I take that it’s not like the real thing, so you’re not fully satisfied, therefore... You kinda do need men. Even if it’s just to get off.” He finished with the calmest expression ever and you were left with your eyes bulged and a slightly parted mouth.  You were speechless, not only because of how nonchalantly he said those things but because he had a point. Sure, you got yourself off pretty well here and there with toys, but a real, live human was irreplaceable to you. With your mouth opening and closing a few times, you blinked.  “If we’re talking about sex and sex only, then maybe, yes, I do need a man, but 90% of the time they don’t do it right anyway, so I rather resort to my toys. They’re also pretty quiet.” You rested your mug on the center table, lifting your legs and folding them besides you.  “You met the wrong kind of men.” He cockily says, and you notice then that he’s flirting. This was something you enjoyed. Flirting. You were pretty good at it too.  “And I assume you’re the right kind?” You teased back, and the lazy smirk that spread on him was devastatingly attractive.  “Would you like to find out?” He rests his mug right beside yours, sitting back again, and your eyes fell to the swell of his thighs. Surely they would feel delicious under your palms, or perhaps your heat, fuck, all of him would probably feel delicious, his large strong hands, his bulging muscles and you were pretty sure he wouldn’t disappoint in the downstairs department.  “I would like to know how you’re feeling.” You change the subject, watching him purse his lips and nod in understanding before he answers. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about sleeping with him, in fact, you had since the moment you laid eyes on him. But he was hurt, maybe still a little confused, and you surely didn’t want to take advantage of that.  “Feeling better, yeah. I don’t think I can walk back to my car, though.” He admits, eyes falling to the window to see the rain still resilient outside.  “We have spare rooms, you can stay the night, and tomorrow we can find a way to call for a repair or something like that to get your car from wherever you left it.”  He nodded, getting up and picking up the mugs before making his way to the kitchen where he left them both in the sink.  You showed him the way to the guest bedrooms, making sure you left him in one that was close enough to your old bedroom in case he felt sick during the night, and you being a night owl, would make sure to check on him during the night.  You gave him a fresh change of sheets and a towel in case he wanted to shower and said goodnight before moving to your room. It had been a while since you stepped foot in there, and it was all still exactly the same.  Your dark purple walls with posters, the pictures of your friends from high school hanging on the vanity mirror, you smiled fondly at one of you and Jungkook, maybe you were ten, nine, you couldn’t remember, but his large bunny-like teeth peeked out, one single hole showcasing his loss of one tooth. You sat down on the bed with a huff, a picture from the vanity flying off with the wind it caused, and you reached down to the floor to pick it up.  It was one of you and your grandmother.  Her large smile, so bright and powerful as it always was, leaning down with white gloves as she planted a flower right in the front garden of the house. You were right there beside her, wide smile as well, just as happy, as thrilled as you both planted new flowers to adorn the house. The same was in the background, full of life and so many memories that you felt a light tug at your heart. Maybe Jungkook was right... Maybe selling a hose as memorable as this one was a heartless act. But you brushed that thought away, placing the picture on the vanity counter and getting ready for bed.  You were hyper-aware of the man in the other room, one that had insinuated that he wanted to sleep with you only but a few minutes ago, but not because of that. You were hyper-aware of him in the other room as you finally felt a hard sob rip through your throat. Crying everything you hadn’t cried in the last three days. You tried muffling your cry, but it was too painful to do so. You would miss her and you regretted not visiting. You regretted how annoyed you seemed when she showed up to your apartment unannounced with her bags saying she “missed you and was spending the weekend” detouring whatever stupid plan you had. You regretted so much, but now it was too late to regret anything at all. She was gone. You were completely alone in this world. No parents, no family at all, not even a cousin, a boyfriend. Not even a real friend.  You fell asleep with silent sobs that night, and unknown to you, a very wide awake and hazy Jungkook hearing every moment of it with a weird feeling in his chest and body.  It wasn’t only because you were crying.  But because he couldn’t remember.  He couldn’t remember anything about his accident or anything before he knocked on your door.  Pancakes. Or maybe waffles, perhaps eggs. Yes, eggs and bacon. That’s what you smelled. And coffee, fresh-brewed coffee.  Your eyes gently fluttered open, the soft light seeping through the curtains in the room quickly reminding you where you were, and yet the smell of breakfast was all you could think of.  You rubbed your eyes, slipping on your flip-flops before slowly making your way out of your room, you quickly passed the room Jungkook had slept in, looking in to see it was as if no one had slept there at all and as you made your way downstairs slowly, the smell intensified.  You went around the kitchen wall only to be met by a shirtless Jungkook, the shirt you had given him hanging on his shoulders as he whistled to a song on your grandmother’s old radio and stirred some eggs on the frying pan. The low slide of your flip-flops against the hardwood floor had him turning his head towards you.  “Good morning!” He beamed with a bright smile.  Your eyes moved to the kitchen table, eggs, bacon, coffee, and... Pancakes? You were confused, very confused.  “Someone’s not a morning person.” Jungkook chuckled as he turned off the oven and pushed more eggs onto a plate in the center of the kitchen table. “Come on, sit down, have some coffee so you can function like a normal human being.”  You didn’t know what was more startling, the sight of pancakes when you clearly saw there was no food or the sight of a shirtless Jungkook cooking you breakfast as if you two had just slept together the night before.  You didn’t say anything, still confused and drowsy with sleep as you sat down, eyes flicking to Jungkook as he put his shirt back on to sit right beside you and start pouring you a cup of coffee.  “I’m...” You began, watching him pour himself some before reaching for the really well-done pancakes. “How did you...” “The pancakes?” He asked, and you nodded. “They’re vegan. I found some flour that wasn’t expired in the cabinet and some vanilla extract, made them with water and some oatmeal powder, oh and sugar!” He shrugged. “I actually work with vegan and vegetarian food. Not that I am either of those myself, but there is a huge place in the market for it. I make easily affordable meals for people who don’t have time to cook for themselves.” You rubbed your eyes slowly, reaching for the coffee mug and bringing it to your lips, taking a large sip before you sighed.  “That’s pretty useful, I’ve lost some clients in the past because my menus don’t offer them Vegetarian or Vegan options.” Your raspy voice spoke out.  “Menus?” He asked, brows furrowing.  “Yeah... I have a catering business. Weddings, parties, companies, even movie productions.” You began to explain. “I started with culinary school, wanted to become a chef, I kind of did, but I didn’t want to work at a restaurant where you have these really straight forward menus, I wanted to do something different, even fun.” You reached for a single piece of bacon. “So, my menu also caters to children, we have gourmet corn dogs, sweet popcorn, some over the top hamburgers.” You smiled, bringing the food to your mouth and taking a bite of it.  “Just like your grandma, huh?” He said and your eyes moved to him.  You had never made that connection before. But now that he pointed it out, he was right.  You remember you and your grandmother cooking several fun meals all day. Baking cakes, pies, making savory snacks for when your friends came over. And your birthday parties always had a little something different, and it was all your grandmother’s doing.  “Yeah, I guess...” You chewed, reaching for the vegan pancake, not really trusting it would taste good with the ingredients he had mentioned.  But to your surprise, as soon as you cut a piece and put it in your mouth, the loud moan you let out would have been lewd if not for Jungkook’s loud chuckle as he watched you eat his cooking.  “What the fuck, this is delicious!” You almost screamed, digging in more.  “And it’s healthy too.” He lifted his cup.  “Fuck, fuck... So fucking good.” You continued the moans of gastronomical pleasure.  “Not going to lie, it’s kind of hot watching you lose your shit over my cooking.” He chuckled, and you gave him a pointed look, rolling your eyes before going back to the pancake.  “Jesus fuck, Jungkook, this is amazing, we should totally work together sometime, I have so many clients that would pay big fucking bucks for healthy, vegan meals like this.” You offered, already finishing the pancake.  “Yeah? I could use the cash, business is good but it could be better.” You smiled at him, still chewing, and just as you were about to speak the radio beamed with what you recognized as a hurricane alert.  “Seems like we have a hurricane heading towards the town in about one day or two, all main roads are closed for the time being, we advise everyone to stay in their homes, stock on food and water. Do not go outside under any circumstances, I repeat, do not go outside under any circumstances.“  You and Jungkook shared a concerned look, and he pursed his lips.  “I should probably find a way to get to town...” And just as he said that a bright flash of lighting had you bulging your eyes and a loud rumble of thunder shook the house, heavy, aggressive rain pouring outside in a matter of seconds.  Jungkook looked at you and you pursed your lips.  “Or maybe not.” You said right before the lights flickered and you heard the refrigerator turn off. “Great.” You chuckled and Jungkook shook his head.  “I’m really out of luck, I bet my car is already fucked by now.” He sighed, resting his head in his hands.  “If you have insurance your car will be fine.” You said standing up to test the lights before confirming the power was off and heading for the kitchen drawers, looking for candles.  “We don’t have any more food or water,” Jungkook interjected, watching you bring two packs of candles and leave them on the table. It was still pretty illuminated in the house, despite the dark clouds making it seem like the sun was already setting.  “I, well, we do, actually, my grandmother has a bunker I guess, she has a lot of canned foods and stuff like that, also a shit load of water, we should be good.” You informed, walking back to the table, noticing that Jungkook’s hair was wet.  “Did you take a shower?” You asked, and Jungkook furrowed his brows in confusion.  “Your hair is wet.” You said as you sat down.  His hand moves up to his hair, running his fingers through the damp locks.  “Oh... I guess they just take a long time to dry.” He shrugged, and you gave him a look of confusion before finishing your breakfast.  “You don’t mind me staying?” He asked after you both finished eating, you were at the sink, washing the dishes as he sat on the kitchen counter right beside you, watching.  “Honestly, what’s a couple more days gonna do. Besides, I would probably shit my pants if I had to go through a hurricane in the dark by myself.” Jungkook lifted his brow at that.  “So... Another thing you need a man for other than getting off?” He gave you a smug look.  You rolled your eyes at him, spraying some water onto him. “No! Company doesn’t necessarily require a man, Jungkook.” You answered, finally finishing the dishes, placing them to dry. “And you seem to be obsessed with the idea of me getting off.” You dried your hands and looked at him, leaning on your hands on the counter.  There it was. That lazy, charming smirk of his. One that honestly had your panties twisting.  “You want me to lie?” He cocked his head.  “You’re outrageous.” You chuckled, turning your back to him and taking a few steps before you were stopped by a cold hand on your upper arm.  It wasn’t a tight grip, if anything, it was a gentle one.  He was already on his feet, tugging you back to him, and the little huff you let out once your body fell flush against his had him smiling wider, your hands resting on his chest.  “You know what’s outrageous?” His hands slipped down your arms gently to rest on your hips, it was almost as if he was hesitant to touch you, waiting for consent, as his silky voice spoke, his back rested against the counter, legs slightly parted for you to slot yourself in the middle. “The fact that I know I can make you cum so hard and good that your legs stop working and you’re here pretending you don’t know.” That had a blush spreading on your cheeks, a loud swallow almost inaudible because of the hard rain hitting the window just behind him.  “How would I really know, though? You seem like a teller, not a shower.” You teased back, already feeling heat cripple down your body. You could feel his firm body against yours, even if you weren’t exactly pressed to him and his hands rested gently on your hips. You moved your gaze up. Even a little slouched down he towered over you, eyes glossy and full of intention, and that smirk. That freaking smirk.  His pink tongue came out to flicker over his bottom lip, your gaze following it before moving back to his dark eyes.  “May I?” His gaze moved to the hands on your hips and you blinked slowly up at him, nodding once.  What was once a hesitant touch to your hips became a hard, deliciously painful grip. Thumbs digging into the dip of your hip bone and pulling your hips into him, your middle gently rubbing against his. Your lips parted as you gently let your head fall back, giving him an opening even you weren’t aware of in your clouded judgement. And soon, lips were on the expanse of your neck. Soft, damp lips, grazing your skin and sending ripples of goosebumps down your body, eliciting soft whimpers from your parted lips.  “The things I’ll do to you...” He whispered against your skin, parting his lips to gently nip at the curve of your neck and jawline. It was as if you were entranced, truly. His body, words, touch was like a magnet to you, unable to even think properly as he littered his way up with gentle kisses, sucking softly at your skin once you whimpered at a rather sensitive spot.  “Jungkook...” You whimpered out and he rolled his hips into you at the sound of his name, clearly pleased with how it sounded coming from you.  Your arms quickly moved to wrap around his neck as he made his way up, more and more, lips tracing your jawline all the way to your chin before he hovered right against your lips, eyes almost shut as he looked at the ultimate surrendering look on your face.  Your eyes opened into slits, looking back at the intense gaze he was giving you, lips almost aching with the want to be kissed, you wanted to kiss him so bad, no... You needed to kiss him. It was almost as if you were desperate.  “Do you want me to kiss you, sweetheart?” His breath fanned against your lips, warm and smelling of coffee.  Just as you were about to answer, another bright flash of lightning blinded you for a second before the violent rumble of thunder shook the house.  You squealed, it was so close and Jungkook, despite his manly frame also had bulging eyes as he looked around, watching the lamps shake slightly.  “Shit, that was a close one.” He let out under his breath. You could feel something poking against the edge of your stomach and suddenly you didn’t feel in the mood to make out with him, but rather protect yourself.  “You think we should go to the bunker?” You asked, looking back at him with wide eyes and a slight pout on your lips.  He was so endeared. You looked just like you did when you were a child, scared of whatever it was, and he sighed, despite the arousal still very clear in his eyes.  “Yeah, we can go to the bunker. Can you grab some blankets and pillows? I’ll grab your bag and the candles.” He informed and you nodded, quickly making your way up the stairs.  The “bunker” was actually the basement, with concrete walls and with shelves filled with canned foods and gallons of water along with medicine. There were two sleeping bags, one that was meant for you and another that was meant for your grandmother, and as you laid them down, placing the pillows and blankets on them, Jungkook was strategically placing the candles around the room, using a lighter he found in a drawer to light them. When he was done, he went up the little stairs to close the door, the strong lock making a loud nose. He made his way back to the candlelit room, you were already seated, with crossed legs on one of the sleeping bags, eyes a little wide as you heard rumble after rumble of thunder.  “It’s really pouring out there.” He said as he sat down beside you, trying to ease you a little.  “I don’t remember going into this bunker since... I don’t even remember.” You admitted, taking in a deep breath. “It’s... Scary.”  “What is, the bunker?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. You pursed your lips.  “No... I guess... It’s scary not knowing what’s going to happen. We can be here and think we’re safe, but the whole house can fall on us and then poof... We’re gone. That’s scary.” You swallowed at the thought.  Jungkook nodded, understanding what you meant.  “I think... Death isn’t meant to be scary. It’s the not knowing that is scary.” He said, and you looked at him, watching him look ahead as if rearranging his thoughts. “Some believe in heaven and hell, others believe in reincarnation, I think it’s all in an effort to give them some peace, fear death a little less.” He nodded, and you brought your knees to your chest.  “What do you believe in?” You asked, resting your cheek on your knees, looking at him. He thought for a few seconds, nibbling on his lower lip.  “I don’t know. I want to believe that when we die... We go to a place where all our loved ones are waiting for us, where we find peace and we can choose to either live in peace or go back and do it all over again.” He looked at you. “But I can’t really believe in that when I’m just as terrified of dying as I am of being alive.” His brows furrowed and so did yours. “Like... What if I die alone? What if I die forgotten somewhere, in the cold, all by myself? What if I die knowing that I accomplished so many financial things in life but not... Emotional? No one to love, no one to be loved by. That terrifies me.”  “Not being loved?” You asked, and he shook his head.  “Dying as alone as I lived.” And that hit you like a ton of bricks.  You and Jungkook were so alike it was really frightening.  You were also alone, having conquered so many things in life. With your own business, money, success. But at the end of a busy day, you went home and you were alone. Alone with yourself and your silence. And you didn’t notice until now how lonely you were.  “At least here... If anything happens, I know I won’t die alone. I’ll die with my childhood best friend and honestly, someone I really want to get to know better.” He looked at you again with a smile and you never felt so comforted.  Your grandmother didn’t die alone. Even if you had spent most of your years away from her, even if you had only come back to this town to hold her hand one last time before she took her final breath. You were there, and so were her friends. She wasn’t alone. And even if you didn’t know what happened after, you’d like to believe that she was with your father and mother, hugging each other again, your grandmother filling them in on how well you had grown up. Smiling fondly back at him you both were quiet for a while, still hearing the thunder outside, but now it was less scary to you.  “I think we have some cards here somewhere.” You said standing up and rummaging through a drawer, Jungkook threw his head back with a grunt.  “Ugh, thank god, I was already starting to think we were going to die of boredom down here.” He chuckled, and you scoffed.  “Good to know my company bores you, Jungkook.” You found the pack of cards making your way back to the pile of blankets you had made.  “Please, you’re far from boring. If anything you’re really fucking interesting. Really proud of who you grew up to be, even if you can be a heartless bitch that wants to sell her childhood home so it can become a strip club.” He quirked a brow with a teasing grin and you slapped his arm.  “Oh, shut up. I’m not sure I’m going to sell the house anymore, I might have other plans.” You said without looking at him, taking the cards out. “Do you know how to play poker?” You asked flashing him a grin.  He raised a brow.  “Can we make it interesting?” And you squinted at him with his lazy smirk that made you tingle.  “Is it something kinky?” You asked with a tilt of your head.  “Definitely.” He winked, and you rolled your eyes before giving in.  “Fine, whatever, you pervert.”  If you had known Jungkook was this good at poker, you probably wouldn’t have agreed on making it strip poker, because now you were in your bra and panties, no socks on and he was only but socks and shirt down.  You want to blame your loss on his exposed chest, your eyes unable to focus on anything other than his ripped abs, but in reality, Jungkook was just really good at poker and his annoying cocky smirk and those strong arms draped over his legs only made you more annoyed ― and turned on. “Royal flush. Lose the bra.” He set his cards down giving you a very pointed look. Your mouth fell agape because you really weren’t expecting this at all. For a second, you thought about ending the game, but the way his eyes roamed down your half-naked body really made heatwaves rush down your spine. Placing your cards down, you let your tongue flick over your lower lip, his eyes didn’t miss that as he watched your hands move to your back to unclasp your bra. There was a look of anticipation in his eyes, glossy lids focused on your chest as you let the straps fall down your shoulders, your eyes focused on him before you slowly peel the undergarment off, exposing your perked nipples.  His jaw clenched at the sight of your exposed breasts, eyes moving all over to take them in, and there was a slow almost shaky exhale coming from him, making you pant slightly. The sexual tension in the air was as thick as the rumbling clouds in the sky. You were almost bare for him, and he loved that. Loved that he was getting the chance to see you, all for himself. You leaned back on your hands, your breasts arching forward, bouncing slightly and there was almost an animalistic growl bubbling in him.  “Take off your panties.” He breathed out, commanded, asked, you really didn’t care. There was no game anymore, that you knew for sure, and one single hand moved down to tug at the side of your underwear gently, pushing it down before you pushed the other side, sliding it down your legs. You let the fabric rest along with your bra, your heat still covered by your thighs before you bent your knees up to your chest, looking at him with lust-filled eyes. You loved the way he was looking at you, with so much want and so much desire it almost clogged your lungs. And he waited patiently, his own chest slightly heaving up and down before you slowly parted your legs for him to see all of you.  Fully bare and spread for him.  “Fuck.” He cursed out, and you knew that if he didn’t swallow thickly, his mouth would have pooled with drool. You could feel his heavy gaze fixed on your heat and you knew he could see it glisten as the candles flickered.  “Fuck, please, please can I touch you?” He breathed out, one hand already placed on the blankets in front of him, ready to crawl to you. The desperation in his voice almost made your hands falter.  “Yes, yes, do anything you want with me.” You spoke out just as breathless. And before you even had a chance to breathe back in, he was on you. Slotted right between your legs and hungry, desperate mouth on yours, you whimpered into his mouth, tongue flicking out to find his. He tasted so divine, so heavenly and you let yourself lay back on the blankets as he kissed you like it was the last time. Passionate, tender even, but messy and wet. He grunted against your lips as his hips rolled into your slit, you could feel the outline of his hardened length against your bare heat and your eyes rolled back at the delicious rub. Your hands moved to his hair, fingers tangling in between his locks. They were still wet. But you were less focused on that, and rather focused on his hot breath against your lips, sweet taste on your tongue, and the way his body rolled into you so expertly.  He pulled away only to latch them onto your neck, kissing and sucking harshly at your skin, probably leaving bruises in his path down your body. He didn’t relent when he met your breasts, sucking one perked nipple into his mouth with a deep vibrating groan that rippled down your body, sending shivers down your spine.  You arched into his mouth, whimpering softly as little shocks of pleasure shot straight to your core.  “Jungkook.” You whimpered out and his brows furrowed, hips rolling into you harder as he let your nipple go with a lewd pop.  “Fuck, I love it when you say my name like that, sounds so perfect.” He whispered against your skin, moving his lips down your middle, kissing just below your navel and you know where he’s headed, already parting your legs further for him.  “Good girl.” You barely catch the whispered praise, but as you do, you feel your cheeks blushing furiously, heart picking up in rate.  A loud moan rips right out of you, fingers gripping at the blankets once you feel his mouth wrap around your nub. He sucks it into his mouth softly, tongue swirling around and under it, making you choke out whimpers and moans at the intense pleasure. If anything, he seemed like a fucking pro, letting your nub free only to flatten his tongue, dipping the tip into your aching entrance before lapping up your slit to suck your clit right back into his mouth with a deep groan in his chest.  Your arousal was all over him, lips, chin, tongue. And you loved how messy it looked, how completely hungry he seemed to be buried in your cunt. The soft sucks to your clit became more frequent, tongue swirling it around inside his mouth and you let out a high pitched whimper, signaling he was at the perfect spot. Jungkook was a good listener, and he was adamant in making you cum, more than once. He sucked harder and harder, both hands moving to spread your legs wider, thumbs so close to the edges of your entrance as he spread it open, the ache becoming more unbearable as it stretched slightly. With just a few more sucks you let your head fall back and back arch off the blankets, legs shaking violently before a hard wave of pleasure washed down your body. Vision flashing white and extremities tingling, you couldn’t feel your legs. Your empty core clenched around nothing and he could feel it with the edge of his thumbs so close to your entrance.  He sucked softly again, riding your orgasm before he pulled away completely, only peppering small kisses over your swollen clit, watching you flinch slightly in overstimulation. You finally relaxed, back meeting the blankets once again and droopy eyes searching for him as you felt him crawl up over your body.  The lazy smirk accompanied by cum coated lips and chin was way more than you were prepared for and you whined at the sight, tilting your head up to capture his lips. He only chuckled, pulling away to tease you.  “You taste like fucking heaven.” He whispered, still pulling away every time you tried to catch his lips. “Would you like to taste yourself, sweetheart?” You nodded with a pout and he leaned in, tongue breaching your lips as he kissed you slowly, sensually, letting your cum coat your tongue as well, and you whimpered at your taste, making him pull away with a groan.  “Fuck, I want to taste you more, please?” He asked, brows furrowed and your hand moved down in between your bodies to cup his hard bulge. Palm rubbing at it back and forth. His eyes fluttered as he let his head fall at the delicious rub of your palm.  “I want your cock.” You whispered, and he took in a deep  breathe, exhaling shakily. “Please? Please, Jungkook, please?” You begged, breathy voice, a little hoarse from your loud moans, and who the fuck was he to deny you of anything at this point. He was completely under whatever spell you had on him.  He pushed his sweats down along with the black brief boxers he had under and his cock sprung up to hit against his stomach.  You were right. He surely didn’t disappoint in the downstairs department. If anything, he was impressive. Thick and long, large veins adorning his hard length, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He was massive. You even questioned if you could take him at all, and the slight doubt on your face had him chuckling.  “We’ll go slow, I promise.” He said in reassurance before he positioned himself at your entrance. He pushed slowly, and you felt your entrance stretch around him just as slow, the first inches were the hardest part, and once you felt that “pop” from his tip it was smooth sailing from there, your core stretching around his thick girth with a slight burn, he grunted as he slowly bottomed out, stilling as he panted, resting his forehead on yours, being careful not to press his wound onto you.  “Can I move, sweetheart?” He asked softly, clearly strained, his hands moving to find yours, interlocking his fingers with yours right beside your head. You nodded at him, feeling so full your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Good girl.” He said a little louder this time, pulling out only to roll his hips into you with a breathless groan. The praise along with the thrust had your core clenching around him, making him hiss at the tight fit.  “Fuck, so good.” He breathed out, starting a slow, steady grind of his hips in and out of you, cock twitching so deep inside, you could feel him in your cervix.  “H-harder.” You whispered and Jungkook snapped his hips into you without warning, eliciting a loud, high-pitched moan from you.  “Like that, baby?” He questioned, moving his lips to the shell of your ear. You whined and he let out an airy chuckle, biting down on his lower lip as he pulled back only to snap them forward harder this time.  Your body bucked with each hard snap of his hips, his hands moving from yours to rest beside your head, hold himself up as the other moved to wrap gently around your neck, your entrance clenched harder at it.  “Oh, what a surprise.” He breathlessly teased. “The heartless bitch likes to be fucked like a whore.” And you wish you were mad at it, but truly, you did. You liked it rough and dirty just as much as you liked it slow and passionate.  “Good thing I’m a pro at it.” He gave you that cocky smirk before he started a relentless pace into you, hips snapping so hard your breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, feeling him hit deep into your core over and over.  “Such a sweet girl...” He spoke as he fucked you, grip tightening around your throat. “Making mud pies, playing hide and seek and getting fucked by her childhood friend in the basement of her childhood home, full fucking circle.” He snapped them hard with a grunt, making you reach out to latch your nails to his shoulders.  “That’s it, baby, feel my cock deep inside of you, feel it drag in and out of that sweet, tight cunt. Feel every ridge, every vein, make yourself cum all over it like you do with those pathetic toys.” He growled out. You already expected Jungkook to be a dirty talker, you just didn’t expect him to be this fucking good at it. “Just like that, yeah? Fuck, if it were for me you’d never use a fucking toy again, only my cock, I’d fill you up every fucking second of the day, creaming this tight pussy over and over as if it was made for me.” You clenched tight as his grip tightened, feeling your second high already creeping in on you. God, he was so good. “Fuck, scratch that, this little pussy was made for me, you’re all mine, all fucking mine.” He closed his eyes, getting lost in the sensations of your tight, hot walls hugging his length, deliciously rubbing against his cock as he fucked into you again and again.  “Say it.” His strained out breathy voice blurted out, and you didn’t need him to explain to know.  “I-I’m y-yours, Jungkook, all y-yours.” You were sure you had broken skin by now, your nail digging and scratching as you felt your high approach you at an unforgiving speed.  “That’s a good fucking girl.” And there it was, the praise again. And that alone seemed to send your high ripping through your body aggressively. Choked out sobs and shaking body making you unable to think and even Jungkook was surprised when you came, holding you in place as you let it wash over you, blinding your vision and making the slide of his cock even more smooth. The choked out broken whimpers and moans were music to his ears as he felt you clench over and over around his length, his brows furrowing as he concentrated on the feeling while helping you ride your second high. He slowed his unforgiving pace back down to a slow grind of his cock, the hand around your throat moving to interlock your fingers again as the other one gently soothed you, clearing the wild locks away from your face, he shushed your quiet sobs as he leaned down to kiss the tears― even you didn’t know you let fall down ― away. It was so tender, so gentle, you weren’t used to that from someone that was only but a one time lover.  But was Jungkook only but a lover?  He was your childhood friend. And sure, it had been a long time since you had seen him, and to some people that would make you strangers, but you weren’t strangers, in fact, you knew each other very well. He knew that you chewed on your lower lip when you were nervous. You knew that his eyes went wide and dear-like when he was surprised. He knew that you hated storms and the rain. And you knew that he had always protected you since you were kids.  His brows were furrowed as he rested his forehead against yours again, you could tell he was close, could tell he was only savoring the pleasure as his lips parted to let out a low, deep whimper of his own.  His eyes opened to look straight at you, it was so personal. So intimate. And right when he was there at the edge, he leaned down to capture your lips in a messy, uncoordinated kiss as you felt his cock twitching inside of you, spilling his hot cum deep within. His breath was so harsh an aggressive coming from of his nose and he couldn’t kiss you for long as groan after groan left him and he came. Fuck, he was even hotter when he came. You were doomed.  It took him a few minutes before he finally stopped. Breathing harshly before he rolled off of you, laying beside you.  You both went quiet for a few minutes, only catching your breaths before he turned his head to you, a lazy smile spread on it.  “Told you so.” He let out a cocky smirk.  “You’re outrageous.” You scoffed at him and he reached out, pulling you flush against his side. You rested your head on his damp chest, both of you flushed and fucked out. There was a quiet moment where you both just looked at it each other, it was as if time stops, as if everything made sense right there, right at that moment. It felt like home. He felt like home. Just like this house. Peaceful. And if death was anything like this, you’d gladly die.  “I know this is really weird... But I really feel like telling you I love you right now.” He admitted with a loud swallow, Adam’s apple bopping. Your heart did something you weren’t aware it could do. “Maybe it’s the after-sex haze, but I really feel like saying it back.” You said too, cheeks blushing slightly at your admittance.  “I love you.” He whispered out. And you were surprised by how it didn't feel weird, by how it didn’t sound foreign. It was as if you heard it a thousand times before, but also as if it were the first time and truly, it was. But it felt... Real.  “I love you.” You said it back and his lips spread into a wide smile.  Maybe he felt it too, felt how familiar it sounded, how... Fitting it was.  And maybe it wasn’t love at all, maybe it was just the afterglow of sex and that was ok, you’d both deal with it later. Right now you just wanted to bask in this feeling, nothing outside really mattered. Not even the rumbling of the thunder still roaring in the sky.  “God, I suddenly feel really fucking tired.” He huffed out, and you chuckled.  “You can sleep if you want.” You said but Jungkook’s brows furrowed, his once damp skin suddenly turned ice cold against you and you gasped.  “Jungkook?” You called, but he still had his brows furrowed, his lips suddenly changing shades. You sat up, looking down at his naked body, he was shaking, trembling so violently it felt like he was possessed. His skin had turned pale even under the yellow glow of the candles. And you watched the gauze on his head turn crimson red, taking over the whole thing.  “Jungkook!” You called louder, but the boy only moaned as if in pain.  Reaching out for the gauze, your fingers brush his hair.  They were soaked, dripping onto the blankets as if he was right under pouring water. Your eyes bulged, so confused at what was happening.  “Y-Y/N?” He called out your name and your trembling hands cupped his ice-cold face.  “Jungkook? I’m here, I’m right here, tell me what’s happening!” You desperately asked.  His eyes opened slightly, and you felt like you were breaking into a million pieces at the pure sadness in them.  “Please... Find me. I don’t want to die alone.” He whispered out, and you were even more confused at his statement. Desperately trying to understand but not wanting to stay still, turning your back to him, you hurridly got dressed, looking through the drawers desperatly for something to clean his wound, and just as you turned back to him there was no one there. Your eyes bulged, your heart racing.  What was happening? What was going on? You looked at the door, it was still sealed shut, there was no way he could have gotten up and opened it in the state he was. There was no way you wouldn’t have heard him! “Jungkook?!” You called for him as you made your way up the stairs and out of the basement.  You roamed the house, desperation laced in your voice, on your face in the tears that― unknown to you ― streamed down your face.  You looked for his clothes that you put to dry in the laundry, there was nothing there. But the food was there, you ran to the mirror and his marks were there.  Please... Find me. I don’t want to die alone. That was what he had said.  And even if nothing made sense right now, even if reason and logic weren’t on your side, your brain worked at full capacity, head aching, throbbing, knees falling to the floor as your hands came in between your hair. You wanted to scream. What was happening, what was happening, what did he mean?  I lost control of my car down on the secluded road somewhere...  Your eyes bulged at the memory, maybe... Just maybe that’s where Jungkook was. Maybe he had gone back for his car, maybe... Just maybe you weren’t going insane.  The storm roared outside, the hurricane now at its peak, but something inside you roared louder, no matter how crazy you felt.  You didn’t even bother to put on your shoes, grabbing your car keys and going out in the absolute havoc of a storm, soaking wet and shivering cold you got in your car with a struggle as the wind was strong against you. Turning the engine on, it took a few turns and a few punches to your wheel for it to finally come to life.  You were a good driver, but in these conditions, even the most skilled driver could die. You didn’t care, something deep inside of you screamed that you were running out of time.  You drove in the pouring rain and wild aggressive wind unable to properly see as you sobbed uncontrollably trying to remember where the secluded road was. It was a shortcut people always took when they wanted to get from the farms back to town quicker instead of taking the highway. It was also up a mountain with a lot of trees. Bumpy roads and slippery, muddy tracks. You drove regardless, making your way up the mountain road, mud making your tires turn falsely here and there, but you relented, and you drove, cursing out loudly.  “Where the fuck are you?!” You screamed before you saw on the horizon a black car, clumped down the hill a little, the front smashed straight into a tree, you drove until you were close enough, sprinting out of your car as you ran to his.  “Jungkook!” You screamed as you reached the driver’s door. The windows were shattered, rain falling into the car and there he was, unconscious, the cut still very much there, unattended in the same clothes you had met him in. You tried opening the door, but it seemed jammed. And you screamed in frustration as you hit the car a few times before trying again, pulling as hard as you could, kicking the sides to try to make it budge.  Your free hand moved to grip at the edge of the shattered window, broken glass digging into your flesh, but you were filled with adrenaline and dread, pure dread.  Jungkook was dying.  You gave all you had until you finally felt the door budge, swinging open and almost throwing you back. You stumbled in the hard rain, the wind blowing so hard against you, you felt like you could fly away as you reached into the car, undoing his seat belt before wrapping your arms around his middle.  You were small compared to Jungkook. And even if now you were questioning if anything that had happened in the last day was real or just some sort of feverish dream, you knew he was heavy, you pulled him out of the car with a lot of effort, grunting as he flopped down on the muddy floor.  You leaned over him, seeing his lips blue, his cut still very much bleeding. Your shaking hands reached for his pressure point, searching for a pulse and you concentrated, feeling it so faint against your fingers. He didn’t have much time.  You dragged him to your car, slipping as you used all your force to get him there, but somehow you did, somehow you were able to open your back seat and push him inside. You didn’t even know you had it in you.  And fuck did you drive. You drove fast, knowing it took at least ten to twenty minutes from the secluded road to the town hospital, and in this weather, it was harder to drive up the mountain, but you did, you drove fast and relentless and once you made it to the hospital it all happened too fast.  The nurses and doctors rushing to pull Jungkook out of the car, lay him on the stretcher. Your bloody hand wiping your hair out of your face as you followed them in.  But you couldn’t hear anything. You couldn’t hear the questions, you couldn’t hear the shouts.  All you could see was Jungkooks’ almost lifeless body, so pale and fragile. Fuck... You... You kissed him. You touched him, didn’t you? You... You said you loved him.  Was it your imagination? How... How would you imagine this, how would you imagine where he was, that he was hurt? It didn’t make sense to you.   “Miss! How long has he been unconscious?!” The nurse yelled, taking you out of your racing thoughts.  “Since... Around seven pm yesterday.” You mumbled out, still walking with them, watching them put wires, tubes, oxygen on him. That’s all you could really think, that Jungkook was never really there, that he had been unconscious in his car since the moment he knocked on your door.  “Are you his wife, family?” She asked, and you shook your head.  “I’m... I’m his childhood friend.” You almost couldn’t speak.  “I’m going to have someone take a look at your hand, you’re going to have to stay here.”  And just like that, he was gone. Past the double doors.  You waited.  Even after someone had come and sutured your hand, you waited, soaked, cold. You waited, even after you saw Jungkook’s father storm in between the hospital doors. Even after he had spoken to you, thanked you for saving his son after all these years.  You waited until the storm was gone, nothing but a light breeze and scattered leaves outside on the wet asphalt. You waited until he woke up and the nurse had told you he didn’t remember you.  You waited until his father said that he didn’t feel comfortable having someone he hadn’t seen in sixteen years wait for him at the hospital. He didn’t remember.  Of course, he didn’t remember.  Jungkook was stuck unconscious in a car for 24 hours and you? You were visited by someone, something urging you to save his life. And you didn’t really spend any more time wondering if it was really him, perhaps his spirit, perhaps his consciousness. You didn’t even waste your time wondering why you. Wondering why put you through something so painful, no matter what it was. In the end, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that Jungkook was safe, alive. And whatever supernatural thing had happened that allowed you to save him... You were thankful.  Two weeks had gone by since everything. The house extremely quiet as you packed your grandmother’s things slowly, not one drop of rain to keep you from doing anything at all. In the end, you had moved all of her things to the attic, deciding to maybe spend some time here, take a break from work. You didn’t allow yourself to think about Jungkook or try to explain what had happened. You had spent the first few nights crying yourself to sleep as nothing made sense, but the excruciating pain still haunted you. It hurt that he didn’t remember.  Sighing as you looked at the rough drawing of the renovations you wanted to make to the house in front of you, you reached for your mug of coffee. The afternoon sun coming through the windows and making the whole place seem cozy.  You were also baking some cookies, deciding to keep the house as you remembered it. Something always in the oven. And you had tried a new recipe, vegan. Testing out to see if they worked, if they would taste as good as... You brushed the thought away, focusing on the paper in front of you.  It was three loud knocks that brought you out of your thought. You wondered if it were perhaps a neighbor, or maybe even the delivery boy coming to bring you the groceries you had called earlier for. But you gasped once you opened the door. “Jungkook.” You whispered out, surprise and dread written all over your face.  He looked just a good as he did that day. The cut on his head now almost healed completely.  “Uh, hey. Y/N, right?” He sounded shy, hesitant. One hand coming to rub the back of his neck.  But the way he had said it only made your heart break, he really didn’t remember. “I was heading back to town, but... My dad told me that you were the one that saved my life so... I wanted to stop by to thank you, I guess. This is really awkward for me.” He nervously said. “Y-you’re Y/N, right?” “You seriously don’t recognize me, Jungkook?” You swallowed the lump in your throat, repeating the same words he had said to you that day.  “I’m sorry, it’s... It’s been a really long time. You look really different.” He pursed his lips.  “Y-yeah, that’s me... And... There r-really is no need to thank me. I’m glad you’re s-safe and ok.” You swallowed harder, nodding at him. Jungkook swallowed before he took in a deep breath, brows furrowing right after as his nostrils flared.  “Are you baking cookies?” He smiled, hands coming into his pockets. He was more relaxed now it seemed.  You pursed your lips, a soft smile spreading on them.  “Would you like to come in and try them? They’re vegan.”  The end.  N/a: Now that you read it, yes, it’s based of Charlie St. Cloud. I freaking LOVE that movie. I hope you enjoyed this fic! <3

#jungkook #jk #jeon jungkook #fic #imagine #reader #oc #y/n #themfchase #bts #bangtan #mature #smut #ghostau #supernaturalau #kssmutclub #btssmutcentral #btsmutcentral #btsnetwork #smutcentralnet

[themfchase]

raven unit v (m) jjk

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

‒ raven unit. (m) chapter five: safe house. ✎  [8k words]

genre: political!Au, taskforce!Au, warcrime!Au

warnings: smut, angst, gore, violence, drug mentions, alcohol mention, graphic description of violence, death, oral (male receiving, sorry not that much smut in this chapter) With your life at risk and several people around you dead, your loyal head of security makes sure your safety is taken care of when he’s out of the picture. Three ruthless, dangerous and deadly men take on the task to protect and hide you, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok and the one in command, Jeon Jungkook. masterlist. chapter one. chapter two chapter three. .raven unit: drabble #01 drabble #02 n/a: After a long hiatus due to work, I’m here to finally post the fifth chapter of Raven Unit. The next chapter will be the final chapter of this series and I can only say for now, it’s been a ride. I really hope you enjoy it. It’s shorter than the others and highly unedited, but I just wanted to post as soon as I could. Please, send me messaged, anything, your support and love for this series has been what motives me to keep going and I’ll never take that for granted. Thank you so much. <3 Now onto the chapter. 

You had spotted Jimin and Jin a couple of times as you and Namjoon were quietly still in your corner, watching as the partygoers spoke to each other avidly. The discrete radio in your ear was also dead silent, only to be used in case something changed. The tension had eased a little as you drank a single glass of wine. Maybe you should have eaten more before leaving.  Namjoon remained quiet as he observed the party, eyes now giving away his soldier ways as they sharpened to any sudden movement close to you, and you were thankful for the silence.  Looking around your eyes searched for Jungkook, you hadn’t spotted him after he had threatened Namjoon, you’d feel a lot calmer if you could just see him, keep your eyes on him. Make sure he was safe.  A gasp left you when you felt a warm palm against your own, head turning to look at Namjoon that offered you a comforting smile.  “Loosen up, nothing is going to happen, all you need to do is to be yourself.” He smiled, and you frowned. Be yourself is the last thing you needed to do. “Well, you get the point.” Your lips parted to give him a witty answer when you were interrupted by the sound of a voice.  “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to The Elizebeth Gala.” Your gaze moved to the tall man sporting a fine tailored suit, he had a glass of champagne in his hand and he looked oddly familiar. “I’m pleased to see everyone has adhered to our masquerade theme this year.” He continued, he was young, perhaps a little older than Jin, but still oddly familiar. “I hope you all enjoy the event, dance, enjoy the food and the music, it’s a pleasure to receive you all.” He makes a quick toast, eyes moving in your direction, and for a moment you’re nervous. Once everyone goes back to their conversation, the man is slowly making his way towards you, your eyes slightly building behind the mask and your hand automatically wraps around Namjoon’s arm.  “Mr. Kim, fancy seeing you here.” He stops in front of you both, gaze moving towards Namjoon. “Mr. Wang, I’d say the same, wouldn’t expect you to be out so soon.” Namjoon retorted politely. Your brows furrowed. They knew each other. The handsome man scoffed, eyes rolling as he downed his champagne and placed on a passing tray.  “Well, they can’t keep me locked forever, I have good lawyers.” He placed his hands in his pockets, shrugging. “I guess I owe you one.”  Namjoon chuckled, a melodic laugh that was too unfair to be true.  “Don’t get caught next time or I’m keeping them.” You didn’t understand what they were talking about, your gaze moving from one to the other as they had the cryptic conversation.  “And who might this beautiful lady be?” The man’s gaze shifted to you, eyes boring down your figure, but not in a nasty way.  Namjoon’s lips parted to answer, but you quickly extended your hand.  “Raven, it’s a pleasure.” You smiled at him, finding newfound confidence within you.  The man lifted a brow, taking your hand, but to your surprise he lifted the back of your palm to his lips, placing a kiss to it.  “Enchantée.” He - cheesily added.  “So, Mr. Wang, how do you and Namjoon know each other?” You wrapped your arm back around Namjoon’s arm once again, the man stifling beside you.  “Please, call me Jackson.” The man winked. Too many cliches for one man, but suddenly the name rang clearer in your head. Jackson Wang. You had a faint memory of seeing the news and his name popping up when they announced they had one of FBI’s most wanted under custody “Oh, Namjoon, and I go way back. He’s safe kept some of my... Art a few times when I was... Unavailable.” It all came back to you now, one of the most infamous con artist of all time. Had made million-dollar heists. Art. Banks. Politicians. “But of course, my collection isn’t by far as vast and luxurious as Namjoons, I’m sure you’ve seen it.” His gaze shifted to the man beside you, Namjoon stood silent, looking straight at the other man.  “Oh, I’ve seen it.” You faked a wide grin. “Was quite taken back by the Caravaggio first time I saw it, matter of fact, I think I heard somewhere that It had been stolen a few years back...” You furrowed your brows, bringing one finger up to your lower lip inquisitorially. “Isn’t that right, Joonie?” You tilted your head to look at him.  Namjoon has his tongue poking on the inner side of his cheek, annoyed.  “Oh, the Caravaggio, if he doesn’t take good care of it, I might just sneak in someday and take if for myself.” Jackson continued, but Namjoons brows raised.  “Oh, you can definitely try. But my security is better than the Louvre, my friend, where I borrowed it from, and plus, I don’t mind killing intruders.” Namjoon smiled widely, bringing the glass in his hand to his lips.  “Are you at least going to finally tell me how you breached that?” Jackson lifted a brow.  “Nope,” Namjoon answered, emphasizing the ‘p’ as he took yet another sip from his drink.  “Well, in that case, I think it’s time for me to return to the party.” He chuckled, looking your way. “Raven, it was a pleasure meeting such a stunning woman.” He gave you a slight bow and made his way back to the crowd.  You and Namjoon were quiet for a while, not a word exchanged, but you couldn’t help it, you started shaking your head, dumbfounded by the information you just got.  “A fucking con artist.” You blurted out.  Namjoon quickly pulled to further back onto the boat.  “Keep it fucking down, people can hear you.” He whispered, quickly looking around and bringing one hand up to fix his hair.  You turned in his direction, crossing your arms.  “So is everything about you a pissing contest?” You questioned, and he rolled his eyes, finally a semblance of a non-poised man.  “I just enjoy art.” Was his answer.  “You can just go to a museum and enjoy it there, in case you’re unaware.” You retorted.  “I didn’t steal it, I borrowed it. Besides, the Art Mafia is very real and I assure you more people are safe with some of them in my hands than they are in museums.” Namjoon shrugged.  “I knew there was something fishy about you.” You chuckled, the alcohol making you a little more loose than you’d be.  “Doesn’t my sketchy persona make me even slightly more attractive?” The corner of his lip lifted in a smirk. And you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t attractive as fuck. But the real thing ringing in your head was... Was Namjoon flirting with you? You took in a deep breath. He knew what he did to you, they all knew.  “Maybe, or maybe it just makes you seem lame.” You teased, a tipsy chuckle leaving you.  “Oh, Raven, I can assure you, I’m far from lame.” That sobered you up. He was certainly flirting with you. But unknown to you, someone was listening in, and that someone walked away right before what you said next.  “Don’t start getting ideas, now, Joonie, I’m a taken girl.” You brushed off his flirting.  “Nah, you’re not my type anyway, I just enjoy the chase.” You suddenly felt comfortable around him for the first time, as if a wall had fallen between you both. And you both talked about art and other things you had in common for the next hour. You had even forgotten what your situation was for a moment before something rang in yours and Namjoon’s ear.  “Suspicious movement on level three, keep your eyes open.” It was Hobi, your nerves suddenly spiked, and you were on high alert.  “Hoseok, what’s up?”  You heard Jungkook's question over the com.  There was a beat of silence before he answered.  “Found two bodies in the laundry carts, I think we have company.” That was more than just suspicious movement. That meant they had found you. What didn’t make sense, though, was how? You quickly eyed Namjoon, he only nodded, it was time to move.  Making your way through the crowd, he guided you by the hand, your eyes quickly moving to the waiters, Yoongi, Taehyung they were all looking, one hand hovering perfectly over where their guns would be. And then you saw another face, one you didn’t know, a menacing one, wearing a disheveled waiter’s uniform, a small bloodstain on the corner of the shirt.  Your eyes bulging as the man walked slowly through the crowd, eyes all the faces, looking for you. He slowly made his way towards you and Namjoon, still not looking at you, and you quickly spotted Jungkook, he had spotted the man as well, but he wouldn’t be able to make his way to you in time, the boat was almost over the border. You were almost there, just a few more minutes.  As the man made his way towards you, it was as if things moved in slow motion, Jungkook reaching for his gun, the slow movement of the man’s eyes moving in your direction. You had to make a decision, and you quickly pulled Namjoon back, turning your back to the man and slamming your lips onto Namjoons.  He stiffed in place as your lips met his, but quickly cupped your small face with his large hands, almost covering most of it as he kissed you back. You kept your eyes open, gaze moving as the man went right past you, not even stopping to look at the kissing couple.  As soon as he was out of sight, you pulled away, quickly turning your head to meet a frozen Jungkook. His eyes glued to you then his gaze moving to Namjoon. He shifted as fast as you could think, gaze darkening, featured hardening, and he took one step.  “Jungkook, not here.“ You heard Jin speak over the com and he stopped, but you could almost see the anger bubbling in his features before he took in a deep breath.  “We’re moving.“ He spoke over the com and you followed him with your eyes. Hands quickly lifting to your lips.  “You can worry about that later, Raven, we have to move.” It was Namjoon who bought you out of your screaming thoughts, pulling you in the crowd and walking to the Jackson, that spoke avidly about something with someone.  “It’s time to repay your debt.” Namjoon interrupted the conversation, making Jackson just glare at the person he was talking to, the same walking away.  “Hit me.” He spoke with amusement.  “I need to get off this boat effective immediately, has to fit at least eight people.” He looked around as he spoke, making sure the second possible attacker wasn’t close.  “I have a motorboat in the back of the boat, should fit everyone.” Jackson didn’t even question. “Follow me.”  You were moving the moment Jackson took a step, skipping as you tried to follow their quick steps.  “Back of the boat,” Namjoon spoke over the com.  As you made your way through the large waste boat, one by one the boy’s appeared behind you, your head turning to spot them, and Jungkook in the back with dark eyes, not even looking in your direction. Once you were finally at the back of the boat it was dark, the boys quickly going past you as Namjoon stopped in front of Jackson, the man putting his hands in his pockets.  “We’re crossing the border as we speak. A couple more minutes and you shouldn’t have any trouble,” Jackson informed.  “You have two armed men on the boat, they’re dangerous, keep your eyes open.” Said Namjoon.  “Oh, I already had seven armed men to worry about. Two more shouldn’t be a problem.” He shrugged. “Besides, I could tell the story of how I helped get the president’s daughter to safety at parties in the future.” You furrowed your brows once his gaze met yours.  “Oh, you didn’t think I wouldn’t notice, did you? I can spot fine art from a distance, sweetheart.” Your mouth opened, but you closed it, not really knowing what to say.  “Time to go,” Jimin said, you turned your head and noticed the motorboat was already on the water. “ Namjoon thanked Jackson and pulled you along with him. He helped you onto the motorboat, and soon enough, you were on your way, watching the big boat disappear as water splashed lightly around you from the speed you were going.  The boat was silent, everyone quiet and looking ahead, even Namjoon as the only light source was the moon shining above you.  You sat at the far back of the boat, watching them with their backs to you, Jungkook stirring, sailing. You had a dreading feeling that you had messed up. A dreading feeling that it would be hard to overcome this, but you just hugged your arms as the harsh wind blew your hair, messing it up.  The party was over.  It was back to reality now.  It must have taken an hour for you to finally reach the docks. Not one word spoken once the boat was anchored at the dark, empty docks. You had made it, one step closer to being safe, one step closer.  You almost lost your step once your feet met the rotting wood from the dock, Yoongi quickly gripping on your arm, making sure you wouldn’t fall before he was walking beside you, following the others. Your eyes were trained on Jungkook’s back. It was unusual of him to leave your side when you were out in the open like this, and it made you want to curl into yourself.  You all walked until you stopped in front of three cars, Hobi and Jimin quickly moving to uncover them as Namjoon threw a black backpack over the hood and began to undress. You turned around, looking at Jungkook as he too began to undress.  “Jungkook.” He didn’t look at you, didn’t even react. You sighed. “Jungkook.” You tried again. He continued to undress. Back to you.  Losing your patience you closed the gap between you both, gripping at his arm and he quickly pulled it away from you.  “What?” He questioned sharply. You furrowed your brows, a scoff leaving you.  “You can’t be serious. Jungkook, I had to do it.” You started to argue with him, but he remained quiet. You could feel the other men quickly glance up as they all changed. “Jungkook, fucking talk to me.” You insisted once he finally finished putting his gun in his holster.  “Fine, you wanna talk?” He turned to face you. “Let’s fucking talk, Raven.” He quickly gripped at your arm and pulled you into the back of one of the cars, throwing another backpack beside you before he shut the door.  “I’ll drive with her, you guys go along, I want Jin in front of me, Hobi behind me.” He commanded before getting in the driver’s seat and starting the car. “Get dressed.” He commanded to you before he started driving.  You huffed, almost like a teenager, but obeyed, quickly changing into the clothes inside the bag, the same black cargo pants, and the plain shirt. You took off your heels and put on the heavy boots, undoing your hair, taking off your jewelry, and stuffing it all inside the bag before you crawled into the front seat, sitting beside him.  “Put your seat belt on.” He once again commanded coldly. You did so then crossed your arms and it was quiet. The road was dark, it was mostly dirty all around, you could see Jin’s car in front of you and Hobi behind you through the review mirror.  “Talk.” He said.  “I’m not speaking to you while you’re acting like an asshole.” You shook your head.  “Oh, stop being a fucking spoiled brat.” He spat, not looking in your direction.  “I fucking kissed him, so fucking what, Jungkook, there was a man ready to fucking kill me coming in my direction I needed to think fast.” You argued.  “Ah, I see, think fast, so the flirting before that had nothing to do with you suddenly deciding to fucking kiss not only my soldier but my fucking best friend, one I have fucking history with?” He condescendingly asked.  “Of course not! What the fuck do you think I am? I’m in a life-death situation and you think the first thing that comes into my head is to make out with your fucking flirty friend, fuck you!” You lose your patience.  He’s quiet for a few seconds, then he shakes his head.  “So you admit you two were flirting?” You rolled your eyes, both hands coming up to rub at your face in frustration.  “Yes, we fucking flirted, Jungkook. But not only was it playful, but I also told him to not get ideas because I was taken.” You looked away, out the window to the pitch dark desert. “I’m not fucking Irina, I’m not going to sleep with all your friends, I just want you.” And if you hadn’t seen his expression on the reflection of the window, perhaps you wouldn’t have regretted saying those words. You quickly turned to look at him, his brows deeply furrowed, a look of grief in them as he went quiet.  “I’m sorry.” Your voice was quiet. “I’m sorry you lost someone you loved, someone you let go of.” You reached a hand towards him, placing it gently on his cheek. “But I’m not her, Jungkook... I playfully flirty with your friends, but... I don’t want any of them, and they don’t want me.”  “That’s easy for you to say, I can see the way they look at you.” His voice came out contained. “No... They don’t want me. I know they don’t... They respect you and they respect me. It’s just banter... You don’t have to give me up for anyone.” You leaned forward, the seatbelt making it hard for you to reach him fully, but you placed your lips on his cheek, and his eyes fluttered.  “I wouldn’t...” He spoke softly, stance relaxing. “I wouldn’t give you up... Not you.” He quickly glanced at you, before looking back at the road.  “I’m sorry I kissed Namjoon, but it really was a way to hide my face in an unsuspicious manner.” You apologized, thumb grazing softly at his cheek.  “Motherfucker, now I’m going to have to find a way to deep clean your mouth.” He chuckled. “Did he slip in tongue? I swear to god, I’ll use bleach.” He shook his head, and it was your turn to laugh.  “Mmm, maybe a little.” You teased, and he squinted, looking in your direction. “But I know a better way to cleans my mouth from him.” You tilted your head, one hand moving to unclasp your seat belt. Jungkook quickly furrowed his brows.  “What are you doing?” He questioned, putting his eyes back on the road.  “Cleansing my mouth, commander.” You reached down, hand pressing into his clothed middle, and his lips parted.  “Y/N, we’re in the middle of a mission.” He warned you.  “Nothing is going to happen.” You comforted him as you felt his cock hardening under your palm.  “What if something does happen, am I supposed to just start a shootout with my boner hanging out?” He quickly glanced at you.  “Jungkook, shut up and let me suck your cock.” You started to undo his pants. He didn’t argue. Smoothly, you pulled out his hard erection from his pants, eyes shining once his hard engorged head met your eyes, licking your lips as you started to slowly pump him. His gaze fell to the motion of your hand moving up and down slowly on his length.  “Eyes on the road, commander, I know for a fact you’re good at multitasking.” You leaned down, mouth engulfing his tip and sucking on it gently.  “Fuck.” He whispered out, you could hear the light thump of his head against the seat. The curse gave you more motivation, sinking further onto his length, tongue lapping as you took in as much as you could before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting you to his cock. You pumped him a few more times, noticing his grip tight around the steering wheel, and you looked up at him. Fuck, he was hot. Lidded eyes, slightly swollen lower lip. He must have been biting on it. You decide you want this to be the best head he’s ever had, so you sink back down onto his length, further down until you could feel him in the back of your throat, unable to breathe. Your throat closed around him and he dragged out groan sent a shiver down your spine and straight to your core. Bobbing your head, you repeated the motion a few times, taking him in deep and stilling, hearing him pant just above you. Little grunts and groans leaving him as you did your best to bring him closer to his edge.  Your mouth pooled with drool, jerking off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, and eventually, you felt a hand rest on the back of your head, fingers threading into your locks before he was gripping. You allowed him to control your motions, understanding that he was a man of control, and he pulled at your head and pushed, setting a pace that made his sounds louder, breathless.  “Fuck, just like that, baby.” He cursed out, and you whined, you wanted to see him. Wanted to see the look of pleasure on his face. His eyes shifting from your head to the road, sharp attention allowing him to drive and edge at the same time.  It wasn’t until you felt yourself choke around his cock at one hard press of your head down that he hissed, croaked out, voice breaking when he spoke.  “I’m gonna fucking cum.” He almost whined out.  And you went faster, bopping your head, drool sticky hands playing with his cock and his groans become more frequent, louder. His grip on your hair tightened until it was painful and he was twitching and spilling into your mouth. Hot spurs of cum coating your tongue and throat as he ground upwards to rise his high.  Like a good girl, you helped him until nothing more came out, swallowing every last bit of his release before you pulled away, sitting up again. He panted, hand moving to the steering wheel again, and you helped tuck him back into his pants before he looked at you.  There was the dangerous, hungry gaze that sent jolts of arousal down your body. You truly felt like he hadn’t shown you just how much he would devour you. And you were eager to find out.  “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He whispered out, hand moving to clean the drool from the corner of your swollen lips and bringing it to his own, sucking the thumb into his mouth.  It was amazing how something as simple as that made you blush, calling you beautiful. It made you forget everything, just like at the party, it made you forget you were being hunted down, chased, that you had witnessed, almost felt death multiple times. Right here, with his warm body just beside yours... You felt like you were already saved.  A few hours went by. It didn’t nearly seem like it while you both talked about things you hadn’t had the opportunity to talk about before. Trivial things, really, but in a setting like yours, it was more than welcomed. You had found out Jungkook was obsessed with games. Mostly shooting games, of course, the soldier would be obsessed with shooting games. He defended himself by saying it had improved his strategy views and you laughed at him. His laugh, though, was truly mesmerizing, when he was free, full-body laughter that made your heart feel like it could stop beating at any second. That boyish smile of his when he made fun of your disastrous prom date. It almost felt perfect, if your mind didn’t suddenly sabotage you with the heavyweight of your duty to the world. Jungkook noticed the shift in your demeanor but decided to let you process that on your own, offering his support by placing his hand on your knee. You took it, interlocking your fingers. Soon enough you were going uphill on a rocky road, the car bouncing, and he took his hand away to have a better grip at the steering wheel.  The safe house was atop a hill surrounded by a deep, large forest. The house looked old but large. It was made out of heavy wood, and you could tell it was well taken care of. As soon as the cars pulled up into the large vast driveway, you could see the sky turn a light blue color, indicating the sun was rising, and you didn’t even notice how tired you were before you saw the change. Everyone parked, and Jungkook turned his head in your direction, a deep sigh leaving him. It was as if he could finally relax.  “Welcome to the Safe house, Raven.” His voice came out raspy, and you offered him a soft smile, reaching out for his hand and taking it. There was a silent conversation going on between you both. Everything you both had gone through to ensure your safety, how close to death you had been, how in the middle of this all you still found a way to find love, even if it was all still so fresh. A knock to your window brought you both back to reality, finally exiting the car. Jungkook walked to you, taking your hand as you both met up with the other men.  Namjoon kept his eyes cast down, hands in his pockets. It was different seeing him in anything other than a suit, but you couldn’t deny that it also fitted him perfectly.  “So... Uh...” He began, Jungkook lifting a brow in amusement. “You’re not mad about the kiss, right?” He finally lifted his gaze to his commander.  Jungkook chuckled.  “Nah, it’s fine. She did what she had to do.” Jungkook nodded. “Besides, you’re free to kiss right now if you want, I wouldn’t mind at all,” Jungkook said, and you looked at him, brows furrowing. He only shrugged. You squinted your eyes.  “She sucked your dick in the car, didn’t she?” Yoongi was the one to ask, Jungkook only smirked.  “Yeah, definitely gave him head in the car,” Hobi added in.  “What the fuck?” You cursed out. “Do you guys really need to talk about me giving Jungkook head or not in the car right now?” You felt your face burn hot. Why were they like this?  “It’s not a discussion, you did give him head in the car, I could see your head moving.” Jimin fixed the straps of his backpack.  “Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes.  “Not the first time Namjoon would get dick breath, though.” It was Taehyung’s turn. Everyone looked at him, silent. “What, too soon?”  You all fell into laughter, it felt like it was finally over, deciding to participate in the fun, you pouted your lips.  “Joonie, give me a kiss.” You playfully said.  “You all are children.” Namjoon crossed his arms.  “Let’s settle in, I’m fucking starving.” Jin finally spoke, taking the first step towards the house.  The inside was dark, yet cozy, it had a big fireplace with a large couch and a few armchairs, Jungkook was quick to walk into a room. You only watched everyone move around as if they were familiar with the house. Taehyung and Jimin quickly starting a fire while Namjoon looked through the cabinets for some coffee, Jin and Hobi sat down on the couch and groaned. Everyone was tired.  You looked around for Yoongi, only noticing him walking back from the same room Jungkook was in and joining the other two on the couch.  “Jungkook put up the motion sensors, it’s safe sailing now.” He slumped on the couch and relaxed. Jungkook finally made his way back, watching you, still frozen in place, looking around. “Love what you did with the place, by the way,” Namjoon commented from the wide-open kitchen on the opposite of the living room. You looked at Jungkook.  “So, this is your safe house?” You questioned him, watching him place his hands in his pockets and make his way to you.   “This is my house.” He admitted. “Your original safe house was meant to be somewhere else, I changed things up last minute.” He said looking at the boys and back at you.  You both were quiet for a while, a shy smile playing on your face.  “So, are you going to show me around, commander?” You looked down, reaching out your hand to tug on his shirt.  He sighed, leaning closer to you.  “You really have to stop calling me commander if you don’t want me to fuck you in front of everyone.” He teased, voice raspy.  “There are literally nine rooms in the house. Get one.” Yoongi shouted from the couch.  You chuckled, Jungkook mimicking you.  Jungkook showed you around the house, Yoongi wasn’t lying there were nine rooms, eight bedrooms, and one control room. You saw monitors that showed cameras that spread all over the forest area, they were all motion-triggered and on the wall, Jungkook had a waste collection of guns. You noticed there were no pictures on the wall. If this was his house, you’d think he at least would have pictures of his friends, but to your surprise there was nothing.  He showed you his room. It was simple, a bed, bedside table, no television. It felt... Lonely. But this was after all his home.  “Do you want to rest, Namjoon made some coffee, we’re taking turns keeping watch for the first week.” He leaned against the frame of his bedroom door, crossing his arms like he always did, muscles bulging out, making you really tempted to “rest” with him for the next hours. But for some reason, you were no longer tired, you just wanted to sit down with them, spend some time with everyone.  “No, it’s fine, I just want to relax a little.” He nodded and took your hand, walking back to the living room.  You all sat down in front of the newly lit fire, everyone with coffee mugs in their hands and quiet, all of them contemplating that we had made it. Finally made it.  The responsibility of what you had to do next weighed on your shoulders. But you just looked at their faces, faces of the men that risked their lives for you, that someone took you in, someone that came from a completely different world than them.  “I found out what Namjoon does for a living.” You said, breaking the silence as you brought your own mug of coffee to your lips.  The conversation spurred on after that, Namjoon telling everyone about how and why he got into being a con artist. Everyone pays attention, Yoongi makes fun of him for it and everyone joins in on the laughter. And soon enough the conversation becomes more serious.  “So, Y/N... Do you know what you’re going to say?” Hobi is the one that asks, you’re head is resting on Jungkook’s shoulder and he has an arm around your waist, playing with the material of your shirt. You think about it for a few seconds.  “I guess I’m just going to tell the truth.” You begin. “If people want to believe me or not, that’s up to them, but I’m going to do my part and it’s probably going to open up an investigation.” You took in a deep breath.  “And after that?” Jin was the one that asked. You moved your gaze to him, remembering the conversation you both had at Seamore. After everything was over, what would you do?  “I... I don’t know. I guess it all depends on the outcome. I’ll go back and continue my duty in my father’s place for as long as the people need me, but... Once that’s over, I think I’m done.” You look down at your fingers, contemplating going back to your “normal” life, leaving these men behind.  “I think you’re really brave,” Taehyung spoke. “You went through hell, held yourself pretty well despite losing everyone you trusted, your family, you could just disappear, be presumed dead. But you’re choosing to set the record straight. To fulfill your duties.” Jungkook sighed beside you, you wondered if he also was thinking of the aftermath of it all.  You nodded, a soft appreciative smile tugging on your lips.  “I know this might sound cliche, but... I lost my family, and I feel like life gave me a new one. You know? Like... Six brothers.” You spoke softly.  “Count me out, I’ve thought about fucking you before.” Yoongi chimed in.  “Yeah, me too, sorry...” It was Taehyung’s turn.  “Well, you did kiss me, so...” Namjoon added.  “If one more person speaks up, I’m bringing out my knives,” Jungkook warned.  The boys chuckled, and you pursed your lips, chuckling right after.  “What about you guys, though? What now?” You asked, wrapping an arm around Jungkook’s middle, looking at them.  “Well, I’m going to need to head back to Red Hawk sooner or later.” Jimin sighed out. “Get back to work.”  “Yeah, Gallaticus has been unattended for a while, I might have to go back too,” Taehyung said.  “I can stay for a while after the first week, but I have a job coming up that I need to strategize, so, not for long,“ Namjoon said while resting his head on his hand.  “Same for me, my men need to come back,” Jin spoke out.  You looked at Yoongi and Hoseok, waiting for their answers, but all they did was look at their commander, they were with him till the very end. Jungkook sighed, letting his head rest back on the couch.  “I guess... We go back to our lives.” He finally spoke. You could tell there was a lot going through his head. Doubts, worries. “But you’re free to stay for as long as you like.” His gaze moved to you. You leaned up, pressing your lips to his softly, his eyes fluttering closed as you kissed him tenderly. It wasn’t an answer, but it was an appreciation.  After another hour, everyone started to retreat into their bedrooms, Jin and Jimin taking the first watch. You knew you were safe here, but Jungkook wanted to be sure, so for the first week, they’d take turns. Jungkook pulled you into his bedroom, he was tired, you could see it on his face. He was in his home, he could finally relax, you were safe.  Once you both changed, you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his middle, resting your head on his back, and taking in a deep breath. He turned in your hold, wrapping his large arms around your tiny frame and walking backward until the back of his legs hit the mattress. He didn’t even mind falling down onto it with you in his arms, he soaked in it. In the feeling of you.  “Thank you.” You whispered out, nuzzling into his neck as if your life depended on it. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You repeated it like a mantra, feeling your throat burn, your eyes burn.  He soothed you, caressing his hand up and down your back, pulling you flush against him.  “You don’t need to thank me. I was just doing my job.” He whispered, pressing his lips to your temple.  “I love you.” You let out in a broken voice, feeling the weight of the world almost lift off your shoulders.  “I love you, little dove.” He searched for your lips, pressing soft, tender kisses to your lips over and over. And then you both stayed like that, in each other’s arms, until you were both asleep.  A routine settled during the first week. Jin and Jimin would take watch during the night and sleep during the day, Taehyung and Namjoon took the day shift. Yoongi, Hobi, and Jungkook decided to continue your training while you were there to keep up not only your strength but their own. It was almost domestic, waking up with Jungkook every morning, soft kisses and morning voices, morning sex - a lot of morning sex - and getting to watch them act more freely with each other. It truly felt like a family. Your new family. Namjoon left once the first week was over. You gave him a long hug, hard and thanked him for everything. He said you were always welcome to come visit him and talk art once everything was over. The second to leave was Jin, not before cooking the most delicious breakfast you ever had and hugging you as tight as he could. You almost cried once he left, but held your tears when he said that you knew what to do now, that he was proud of how far you had come.  Once the second week rolled around Taehyung and Jimin decided it was time for them to leave.  They were both by the door with their backpacks, a lingering sadness on their faces after spending so much time with you.  “I’m going to miss you.” Taehyung hugged you tight. This time you couldn’t help the tears hiding your face into his neck. You didn’t want him to go, you didn’t know when you would see him again. Hugging Jimin, you dried your tears and watched the men say their goodbyes to each other with long lingering hugs and a lot of shared thank you’s.  Once they took off you leaned against the door frame with the three remaining men. The three men that had been with you from the start.  “Hey, Yoongi, and I are going to collect some wood, want to come with us?” Jungkook took you out of your thoughts as you still looked at the empty road ahead of you, where Taehyung and Jimin had left.  “No, I’m fine, I think I’m going to rest for a while.” You said.  “Yeah, I could use a nap,” Hobi added.  “You two get some rest, we’ll be back soon.” Jungkook smiled, leaning in to peck your lips.  Once they’re gone, you sit on the couch, going through all your memories with the men that had left, deciding to lay down you feel something hard underneath you. It was Jungkook’s black notebook. You look at it for a while pursing your lips, your eyes moving to the front door before deciding to take a look.  You weren’t expecting what you saw.  They were sketches.  Some were of people you didn’t know, but you could make out the boys, Yoongi laughing, Hoseok sleeping. Namjoon seated on a rock, Jin with his arms wide open. Jimin doing pushups. Taehyung’s boxy smile. These were all sketches of Jungkook’s family. You flipped through the pages until once sketch caught your eyes. It was you, sleeping against a car window, your pants pulled down your legs. The second was of you smiling in the dessert, a fire in front of you. You flipped through the pages of more and more sketches of you in situations you remembered. Some of only the boys, some of you with them. Your face kept showing up again and again, and you realized why Jungkook didn’t have any pictures around his house.  Because he registered his favorite memories. You found yourself bringing your hands to your lips, more tears filling your eyes.  A knock to the door breaks the moment, your brows furrowing. Jungkook and Yoongi wouldn’t knock, perhaps it was Jimin and Taehyung back because they forgot something. You quickly made your way to the door, opening it without hesitation and a smile on your face, the smile, though, quickly disappeared when you were met with a familiar face you hadn’t seen since the day you met Jungkook.  “Phillip.” You breathed out, surprised by the sudden visit.  “Miss Y/L/N.” He smiled at you. “I’m so happy to see you well.”  You were speechless for a while, still standing at the door.  “Yes... I’m safe.” You said.  “I knew I had chosen the right team to take care of you.” He smiled wider. “Is Jungkook here, I wanted a word with him regarding the mission.” He looked past you, through the door.  “Oh... No, Yoongi and him went to get some wood, but they should be back soon, please, come in.” You made way for him to enter the house.  You shut the door and guided him towards the living room. He sat in one of the armchairs, smiling at you and you sat right across him.  “I can see you guys encountered some trouble.” He said, pointing at the scar on your shoulder, your fingers quickly lifted, tracing the outline of it as the memory came rushing back to you.  “Yes, we had some trouble, but... We pulled through in the end.” You said.  “And have you already decided what to do?” He asked, and you furrowed your brows. “Regarding Jefferson John, I mean, have you decided how you’re going to expose him?” He rested his hands on his lap, the same soft smile on his lips.  “Well, I recorded a video on my first week here... I just haven’t decided what to do...” You started. “Wait... How do you know about Jefferson John?” You questioned, you remembered clearly that you hadn’t told anyone other than the boys about your suspicion. “How do you...?” Suddenly you felt highly suspicious about Phillip showing up, you also remembered Jungkook telling you coming to his house was a last-minute call, how did Phillip know? You didn’t think Jungkook would have told anyone out of the circle.  You suddenly stood up. Backing away from the man, your back hitting the kitchen counter.  He didn’t say anything, instead, he stood and took two steps.  “You have to understand miss Y/L/N, the world is cruel, I’m just doing my job.” He said in a calm voice as if the meaning of those words didn’t indicate that he was going to kill you.  “W-why get a team to protect me, w-why go through all that trouble?” You spat at him, rage fueling in your veins.  “Oh, I had to make sure no one else got the hit, of course.” He said simply.  You blindly patted under the kitchen counter behind you, looking for the gun you knew Jungkook had hidden.  “I selected my best team to make sure an asset as valuable as you were protected, you must understand.” He reached for something on his hip and you heard the click of a gun behind him.  “Hobi!” Your eyes bulged once you saw the man with a gun pointed to Phillip.  “Ah, Hoseok, fancy seeing you here. I guess I miscalculated.” Phillip didn’t even look at him, only pursed his lips, putting his hand back down.  “Phillip, I really don’t want to shoot you,” Hoseok said between clenched teeth.  “That’s why you’re not in charge.” He said before you heard a loud shot come through the window, shattering the glass and hitting Hoseok right on the side of his body.  Your eyes bulged, a loud ripping scream of his name coming from you as you watched him fall unconscious on the floor.  Phillip took out his gun, pointing it at you.  “Stay where you are.” He said, walking backward and kicking Hoseok’s gun further away from his hand. Tears streamed down your eyes as they were glued to your friend’s form, blood soaking through his shirt.  “Now, where were we.” He looked back at you right before you heard gunshots in front of the house. Jungkook was back, you took the moment of Philips distraction to launch yourself forward onto him, hands gripping at his wrist where he held the gun, using your elbow to hit at his jaw and try to disarm him, but he was well trained and you, well, you were barely trained.  It happened fast, Jungkook barging into the house, pointing his gun at the man and you, back flush against Phillip, his arm around your throat and a gun muzzle pressed to the side of your head.  “Let her go.” Jungkook sounded dangerous. He sounded possessed. Sweat dripping down his face and a look of pure rage in his eyes.  “I thought you were smarter than this,” Phillip said, a disappointed tone to his voice.  “I said, let her fucking go, Phillip.” He growled out.  “What are you going to do, shoot me?” He questioned, raising a brow. “You work for me, put your gun down.” He scoffed at Jungkook.  But Jungkook remained in position, ready to shoot.  “Stupid boy.” Was all Phillip said. “Bring him in.” He shouted and from the door came Yoongi at gunpoint, a man in all black with a black mask pressing his gun to the back of his head.  Jungkook’s eyes bulged, looking from you to Yoongi. And right there you understood his internal battle.  “Put the gun down, Jungkook, you’re outnumbered. If you don’t your friend dies.” Phillip grinned.  “Jungkook, don’t put the gun down.” Yoongi warned and hissed when the armed man pressed the gun harder onto his head, spitting out a “shut up”.  He looked at you, ultimate dread in his eyes. And right there you understood what he had said in the desert. When you’re in this line of work, people you love can be used as leverage. Your head went back to the memories you both had shared, to his black notebook. You were happy, he had made you happy, you could see it in his eyes, filling with tears, with dread. Fear, ultimate fear, and grief, one he knew he would feel.  You swallowed the hard lump in your throat as tears streamed down your face.  “It’s ok...” You said. “It’s ok, it’s not your fault.” You reassured him, nodding in the man’s tight hold. “I love you... Thank you for letting me love you, thank you so much for l-letting me love you.” He shook his head, the silent tears falling down his cheek. You could see him tremble.  “Jungkook, please, please don’t fucking do this,” Yoongi argued, receiving a strong hit to his side.  “Put the gun down, Jungkook... It’s ok, I love you.” You watched his stance falter, and you closed your eyes, ready to embrace what was coming next.  You heard the familiar sound of gunshots, the familiar feeling of something hitting you, but not in the head, almost just like the first day, and your body slumped down to the floor, the pain radiating all through your body before you blacked out.  n/a: see you in the next and final chapter of Raven Unit. 

#raven unit #themfchase #jungkook #jk #jeon #bts #fanfic #imagine #smut #mature #btsnetwork #oc #reader #fic #kssmutclub #btssmutcentral #btsmutcentral #smutcentralnet

[themfchase]

raven unit iv (m) jjk

Jeon Jungkook x Reader‒ raven unit. (m) chapter four: armstrong. ✎  [16k words] genre: political!Au, taskforce!Au, warcrime!Au warnings: smut, angst, slight bdsm, fluff (?), gore, violence, drug mentions, alcohol mention, graphic description of violence, death With your life at risk and several people around you dead, your loyal head of security makes sure your safety is taken care of when he’s out of the picture. Three ruthless, dangerous and deadly men take on the task to protect and hide you, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok and the one in command, Jeon Jungkook. masterlist. chapter one. chapter two chapter three. chapter five. chapter six.  .raven unit: drabble #01 drabble #02 a/n: I’m so sorry for the delay on this, and this chapter ended up being too long, so I decided to put what happens on the next chapter since there was still so much to develop. in the meantime, I hope you enjoy this update and let me know what you think! RU is slowly coming to a conclusion! Don’t refrain from sending me asks, that makes me really happy and gives me motivation. And also, please Like and Reblog so that others can read this little series! Thank you all so much for the love! You are all amazing! (if you see any mistakes, please let me know, this is highly unedited.)

Watching them was something.  Watching them in a neutral environment, laughing, making jokes, not on edge every second. It made it hard not to slowly fall in love with these boys. The way Jimin’s voice softened when he was embarrassed, the way Taehyung lifted an eyebrow when he felt challenged by his mates. No, his family. Everything, every single detail made you slowly forget the situation you were in, made the pain of everyone you lost more bearable. Even if everything seemed in place, for some reason though, you were still on edge; you were still scared, now not just for you, but for the ones that now had a place in your heart. What if you put these men in danger, what if someone got hurt because of you? The idea had you suddenly feeling unable to focus on the current conversation happening in the resting room, the boys all sitting around and having a casual drink. Your eyes shifted down to your lap, smile slowly faltering.  “Little dove, you ok?” His voice rang in your ear. You looked up at him, quiet as you observed his features.  You were in love with him, utterly, madly. The man that was in charge of keeping you safe, the man that had shown you his hard side, his soft one, even gave you a peek into his fragility. You knew almost nothing of him, yet you trusted him with your life. The mole under his lower lip, his strong sharp jaw, that scar on his cheekbone. You made sure you could remember everything... just in case.  “I’m ok.” You answered in a low voice. “Just tired from all the training, that’s all.” You smiled softly at him. You didn’t feel bad for lying, not when you knew he already had too much to worry about. He had calmed you down one too many times in the past two weeks of staying at Seamore, after you both had reconciled, you were suddenly waking up sweating, shaking, gasping for air, Jungkook would wake up next to you and calm you down, his warm body pressing against yours and shushing you with silent whispers, reassurance. He’d always ask you what you dreamed, and you always said you couldn’t remember, but you did.  You could remember seeing his face, seeing the snarl, how he’d laugh at you for being so foolish, how he’d point a gun to your head, his teammates all lifeless behind him, his doing, and he’d say “It was only a mission.” It was silly, really. You could see in his eyes the rawness of his feelings, you could feel it when he spoke to you, when he looked at you, just like he was looking at you now. Full of worry and care, love even.  He looked at his watch, breathing in.  “Time to call it a night, everyone.” He spoke, looking up at his mates. “We’re moving out tomorrow at six sharp.” Everyone in the room sighed, sure they were glad to finally leave Seamore, after all, you couldn’t really tame their wild spirits, but also, it meant that it was back to danger, back to the unknown.  As everyone bid their goodnight’s, you made your way to your room, Jungkook leaving you to quickly make sure everything was in order, Jin and him speaking at the door.  You changed quickly, making your way to bed, not really paying attention until you heard the familiar name being spoken.  “... He said he wants to talk to her alone when we get there.” Jin informed.  “Why?” Jungkook seemed concerned.  “He didn’t tell me, but he asked if you two were... You know.” Jin’s voice slowly lowered at the end of the sentence.  “Fuck.” Jungkook cursed. Your brows furrowed at his reaction. Even if you didn’t know a thing about this Namjoon guy, you knew that he answered to Jungkook like everyone else.  They finished up the conversation quickly after that, Jungkook entering the room and making his way to the locker.  You watched him silently, seated on the bed. It was almost domestic, watching him change. His clothes folded right next to yours, and it always made you shiver when he had his back to you, bare. Jungkook was a very well built man, to say the least. His back muscles clenched when he moved. There were times that you swore he did it on purpose, his sharp vision and awareness of you ogling.  When he was dressed, he flicked the lights off, making his way to the bed and sliding beside you. It was comforting having him there, laying against his chest, and hearing his heartbeat. Little did he know you craved hearing it, too afraid of one day, maybe not. He kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you in. He must feel that something is off because he asked again.  “Are you ok?” His voice vibrated in his chest below your ear, you took in a deep breath, you weren’t yet ready for this conversation.  “Yeah, like I said, just tired.” You spoke out. “Hey... What was Jin saying about Namjoon, something about him wanting to speak to me?” You changed the subject, and it was Jungkook’s turn to sigh. “Is that a bad thing?” You questioned, tilting your head up at him.  “Namjoon is... Invasive.” He started. “He’s the smartest guy I’ve ever met, but he’s analytical and he digs deep enough to have you question your own truth.” He looked down at you.  “So, you think he’s going to interrogate me?” You questioned, hand resting on his chest now, tracing the scars on his skin.  “I wouldn’t call it interrogating, but he’s going to want to understand the nature of our...” He paused and you couldn’t hold back the smile on your lips, lifting yourself on his chest and hovering over his face.  “Our what, Jungkook?” You smiled down at him. He, on the other hand, didn’t smile, and you pursed your lips, your smile slowly shrinking. You looked into his eyes, seeing the question in them. After all, what was this? “It’s ok if we don’t know what this is. We can figure it out after.” You spoke softly, almost a whisper.  “That’s what I’m worried about.” His eyes gently fluttered.  You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips. Of course, you were always keen to him, but he was also extremely keen to you. He slowly melted under your soft kiss, one hand coming to rest on the side of your neck and face, the other hand resting on your waist. As you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his.  “When this is over, I’ll be yours, you’ll even be able to tell everyone your girlfriend was the president’s daughter.” You chuckled and this time he smiled, laughing along with you.  “The tabloids are going to have a blast when they find out you’re dating a war criminal and an ex-con.” He teased, biting into his lower lip.  “Maybe I’ll become an edgy icon who knows.” You lifted an eyebrow, and he pulled you in to kiss you again, this time deeper, full of intention. It was your turn to pull away, pressing a palm against his chest, breathless at the kiss.  “We have to rest, tomorrow is going to be a long day.” You told him and he quirked an eyebrow.  “Yes, Sargent.” He teased, yet his voice was low and raspy, filled with lust.  You knew that if you both had the time and opportunity, you’d be fucking like bunnies, you just couldn’t keep your hands off each other when you were together.  But eventually, you both fell asleep, you in his arms.  This time when you woke up gasping for air and sweating, Jungkook wasn’t in bed with you. He was up, fully dressed, and reading the black notebook he carried. His head shot in your direction, quickly making his way to you, sitting on the edge of the bed and resting his palms on your arms.  “Hey it’s ok, you’re ok... You’re safe.” He whispered and your eyes finally focused. “I’m right here.” You calmed down, hand lifting to your forehead to wipe at the sweat. “You should get up, get something to eat before we go, we still have time, I just didn’t want to wake you.” He spoke softly as he watched you calm down.  A few hours later, you were already fully dressed and had eaten breakfast alone in your room, waiting for them to come for you.  Jungkook opened the door, Jimin and Yoongi right outside, and you turned to him as he made his way to you.  “Ok, are you ready?” He asked, and you nodded. He sighed, reaching behind him to bring out a gun, similar to the one you had used in training with Jin and him.  “Safety on, safety off.” He gestured to the gun in front of him. “Fully loaded, 12 rounds.” He pulled to show you it was charged. “Remember, aim, breathe, shoot, don’t think.”  You took in a deep breath, nodding and taking the gun, already putting it in the holster that you had been given prior, you looked up at him, his silently looking at you, worried anxious eyes as now things were way too serious for him to risk losing you and before you could think, you were lounging forward, latching your lips onto his. He hugged your body strongly, kissing you deeply, eyes furrowed.  “Too much PDA,” Jimin grumbled and Yoongi chuckled beside him.  “Hey, love birds, cut it out, we gotta go,” Yoongi said.  Pulling away, you both looked at each other one more time in reassurance and he held out his hand for you to take. As he pulled you along with him to the elevators, you noticed that you didn’t know how this part of the bunker looked like.  Seamore was far bigger than what you had seen, but given that you were unconscious when you were brought here, you still didn’t know what the outside of it looked like.  The first thing you registered as the large industrial elevator lifted was the noise, cars, buses, people. But your eyes didn’t. Then you noticed you were under the sewers as the elevator opened to the dark, humid small space. You looked up, several feet above you was a tiny opening, you could see people walking, shadows.  “Come on.” Jungkook took you out of your thoughts, pulling you with him.  The space slowly became smaller, a dark musky hall lit by green lights, and you were all walking in line, Jin, Taehyung, and Jungkook in front of you and Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin behind. Your hand still held Jungkook’s firmly, picking up your pace as you followed right behind.  Soon you were out in a large tunnel, noticing the rails you were walking on, it was somewhat of a subway station, rats and roaches ran away from the sudden movement in the abandoned space. Everyone was attentive. Your hand hovered over the gun you barely knew how to use, ready to fire it if you had to.  You all must have walked for about twenty minutes in complete silence on the railings, noticing how the sound of the city slowly faded in the background, the only sound was now of cars and trucks somewhere above you, you looked back at the men behind you, bags slung over their shoulders, the only sound from the group was of heavy footsteps and breathing as you finally reached a gate. A large rusty metal gate that took over half of the tunnel opening, large cement pillars on the sides, behind it, you could barely see what hid under the black hoods.  Jin unlocked it, opening both sides wide, and Jungkook let go of your hand walking into the darkness. You stayed put, Yoongi coming to stand beside you, close enough for you to smell the body spray he used, his sharp eyes looking around.  They either were being extra cautious because of last time or they knew something you didn’t and as you watched the white-haired boy with a bag slung over his shoulder and his gun firmly gripped in his hand. You furrowed your brows, something was wrong, you could feel it as you looked at the other men, all of them had their guns in their hands as they uncovered the two big dark vehicles hidden in the dark. As soon as the hoods were lifted, the doors were wide open, and everyone moved, expect for Yoongi, who handed his bag to Taehyung, him handing the bag to Jimin. You watched them quickly load it, looking back at Yoongi in silence, and you saw him look beyond the dark tunnel and furrow his brows. When Hoseok sat in the driver seat of one car and turned on the ignition, strong headlights illuminated you, making you flinch, blinding you for a few seconds as your hand lifted to your eyes to shield you.  And that was enough time for Yoongi to yell.  “We’ve got company!” Your head spun around to where he was looking, eyes bulging, and before you even got the chance to see, you were suddenly pushed behind him. The six came into formation behind the cement pillars on each side as a hand landed on the back of your neck harshly pulling you back, you gasped, and the seconds between your lungs filling with air and the air leaving was all it took. Everything was too loud.  Shots being fired.  “Get her to the car!” Jungkook yelled and Taehyung pulled you quickly, shoving you into the backseat and pushing you down, climbing over you to protect you. Your breathing was violent, wheezing as you took large intakes of air and let it go, body trembling, the weighted of Taehyung above you didn’t help. Hoseok was crouched behind the driver door. All you could see were flashes of light going off repeatedly. You counted, you knew they were going to have to stop to reload, and you still didn’t know what they were shooting at, who they were shooting at, all you knew is that they were shooting back.  “We have to move!” You heard Jin yell. And suddenly they were all moving to the cars, running quickly from the shots targeted at them, at you. They moved fast, not bothering to buckle, Hoseok stepped on the accelerator and the car launched forward, speeding inside the tunnel. You could hear the tires scream against the asphalt,  as the reflection of Jin’s car lights shone through the review mirror, the light blinding you once more, so you turned your head, trying your best you stay calm. “Windows.” You heard Jungkook’s voice. There was one more person in the car, right next to your head, you just didn’t know who yet.  The shooting against the car never stopped, and they were shooting back through the windows. The darkness soon was taken over by the daylight, the car slightly jumping as it turned into a highway, you were out in the open, Taehyung lifted from you and opened his window as well, but he wasn’t shooting, he was just looking. You took that as I sign you could get up, pressing your palms against the leather and pushing your body, and you peeked through the back window. That was enough time for a shot to hit the spot, cracking the bulletproof glass. “Raven, stay down!” Jungkook yelled. And you gasped, pressing your head to the leather once more. This time you could see everything, Jungkook’s body twisted in his seat, aiming his gun out the window, Taehyung was on your left, head against the back of Jungkook’s seat, on your other side was Jimin, gun out just like Jungkook, shooting.  “Shit, shit, shit, fuck!” Jungkook cursed out in frustration as he came back in to reload, frows deeply furrowed and sweat starting to accumulate on his forehead, you hadn’t seen him like this before, he was usually under control of his reactions, emotions, he was furious, frustrated. “Taehyung, what are we dealing with?” He asked, not looking at him as he loaded his gun. “Four cars, about 15 men, they lost five back in the tunnels.” He spoke in a deep voice, calm for the situation. You saw Hoseok take a radio from the headboard. “Four cars, fifteen men.” He informed through it, receiving a quick. “Roger.” from the other end. It was Jin’s voice. You noticed they were short numbered compared to your car, that made your heart speed in your chest. Jimin came back in. Your eyes lifted to him. His hair parted in the middle, his cheeks flushed from the adrenaline, but he was steady. “How the fuck did they know we were here?” He rested his back against the seat, lowered as he loaded his gun, and looked at Jungkook.  “Someone from Jin’s crew must have tipped them off, especially if they know I’m the commander of this mission, they know we’re close.” Jungkook looked out the window. “Must have been waiting for us to leave at some point.” His eyes slightly bulged and your eyes shot up to the review mirror, watching as two of the four cars chasing you passed Jin’s and started closing up on you.  “Incoming!” Jungkook yelled, and the shooting started once again, your eyes screwing shut as you heard the bullets hit the car, again and again, the sound was all too familiar, you could still feel Thoma’s hand on you, hear his voice, it was making it hard to breathe. You thought you’d be used to it by now, used to the sound of the shots, used to the feeling of dread, but no, it seemed worse now that you didn’t know how Jin and Yoongi were doing.  The ground shook all of a sudden, the sound of a loud explosion being heard in the back, and Hoseok screamed out.  “Fuck yeah!” As he looked through the review mirror, both hands on the steering wheel, one gripping the radio and blown out eyes. “That’s fucking Yoongi!” He wore a large smile on his face, body pumping with adrenaline.  “Three cars, then men.” Taehyung updated, you were winning.  The cars slowly reached up to you, though, and the shooting only increased, the sound of firing guns and bullets making you dizzy.  “Ah, fuck!” You heard Jungkook curse as he quickly made his way back in and hissed. Your eyes shot open, looking at him, his hand over his face. Jungkook was hit? Was he shot? You started panicking, your already hard breathing loud and alarming. “Jungkook?” You called out, and he looked at you. His back rested against the dashboard.  “I’m ok, just debris.” His hand left his face and you could see the small cut on his cheek, opposite to his scar. Your heart hammered in your chest, and he looked at your alarmed expression, taking in a deep breath before he was looking out the window, aiming his gun. You watched him take in a deep breath, his chest filling as his hand steadied in the air, his eyes sharpening and pupils blowing, and he pressed the trigger, taking the shot. You heard loud tire sounds, then a loud bang and metal scraping against pavement before a very loud crash and the radio beamed in Hoseok’s hand.  “Bullseye!” Jin screamed through it, Jungkook pursed his lips as he lowered his gun. He looked at you, a cocky smirk slowly tugging at his lips before he winked, reassuring you he was most definitely in control of the situation and also a fucking badass.   It calmed you down, but the cockiness also turned you on, regardless of the situation. You slowly smiled back at him and his smile spread on his lips, noticing the change in your demeanor, noticing how you had calmed down, it was a mutual understanding, a silent one, he had decided to not put you through the worry that he might get hurt, so he ended it quick. The small moment was interrupted by the sound of Jimin’s gun shooting right beside you, Jungkook looked over as part of his upper body was out the window, right bare arm and shoulder out in the open.  “Jimin, don’t expose yourself.” He warned.  “I got it.” He argued, yelling as he took another shot.  “Jimin, that’s an order,” Jungkook spoke more firmly, the smaller boy slowly retracting into the car and turning his face towards his commander, not defying his order.   “Yes, Si-“ His answer was cut short by the sound of a hit and him hissing; hand clutching at his shoulder as his head fell back against Hoseok’s seat.  “Fuck!” He cursed out.  You looked up and watched as Jimin shirt slowly stained red, the blood trickling down his arm. Jimin was shot. Your eyes bulged, and you reached out instinctively, pulling him out of view and down with you on impulse, not even paying mind to Taehyung crawling over you both and taking over for him at the other window, gun pointed out, and aiming at the tires.  You quickly maneuvered the both of you, crouched over Jimin. Jungkook leaned over the middle of the car, alarmed eyes as he reached for his injured friend. Jiming squirmed in place as Jungkook grabbed his hand.  “You’re ok, it’s just a scratch, it didn’t hit you, just scraped,” Jungkook informed as he pulled Jimin’s hand away, assessing the wound, he heard Taehyung curse out, looking at your and Jimin for a few seconds. “Raven, I need you to handle him, can you do that for me?” Jungkook looked down at you, eyes always looking up to watch Jin and Yoongi’s car and Taehyung shooting against the two remaining vehicles.  “Yes, Sir.” You quickly replied without thought.  “I need you to reach back and grab the aid kit, it’s a yellow bag, stay down, don’t expose yourself.” You quickly nodded, Jungkook moving back to his seat and reloading his gun, starting to shoot at the far back vehicle still chasing Jin and Yoongi. Looking through the small fend between the seats, you finally found the yellow bag, squeezing your hand into space and grabbing it, sliding it up and over. Quickly pulling it into your lap you took out bandages and antiseptic, you were shaking, trembling fingers and shaky breath as adrenaline and fear coursed through your body. Struggling to open the antiseptic, you grabbed at Jimin’s hand, squeezing it tightly before you poard it over the open wound. It wasn’t that deep, and Jungkook was right, it wasn’t a gunshot, it was a gash, a big one, but still, a wound. Jiming squeezed your hand and cursed out several profanities as the burn hit him. Your face twisted in pain at the force he squeezed your hand and in sympathy as you remember your own experience with pain. Quickly letting go of his hand you grabbed gauze, cleaning as much as you could without hurting him and you just slightly gasped as you heard a second explosion boom behind you, ground shaking violently before Taehyung finally took his shot, the car chasing you overturning several times beside you. You could barely focus on the sounds as you mended Jimin. You did your best at wrapping him up, circling the bandages around his arm, and making sure they were in place. You rummaged through the yellow bag until you found bottles of pills, shakily opening them and offering them silently to a lidded eyed Jimin. Even if the look in his eyes were of pain, you couldn’t deny that it made you feel self-conscious all of a sudden. You were straddling him, directly seated over his middle, the yellow bag resting in between your legs, just at his stomach. You swallowed, and he shook his head, denying your offer.  “We’re clear,” Taehyung informed in a deep voice, settling back into the car once again, shifting in his seat as he closed the window. Not long after, Jungkook settled back in, back rested on the dashboard, and gun rested on his lap. He let his head fall back, eyes closing as he took in a deep breath through his mouth. You turned to look at him, noticing the little cut on his cheek, the small trickling of blood staining his perfect features.  He brought his head back down, opening his eyes and looking at you then at Jimin, eyes moving to both your bodies and how they touched, he lifted a brow and Jiming was sitting up, making everything on top of him roll down to the car floor.  You sat properly, just between him and Taehyung as you reached down to grab the antiseptic that had fallen, your hand met with Jungkook’s, yours gripping the bottle, his holding your wrist, you looked up, he was close, crouched over the middle once more and he looked straight at you, dangerous adrenaline eyes staring back. You shivered, swallowing and wetting your lips.  “We should, we should clean that.” You stuttered out. He pursed his lips, not moving, and a smirk tugged at the corner.  “I thought girls liked guys with scars.” He teased in a low voice, way too flirtatious for someone who had just been shot at several times. “You can keep your scars, but the blood is distracting.” You whispered back at him and he chuckled, leaning back again, letting go of your wrist.  You settled back, dabbing a gauze with the antiseptic and handing it to him as he shuffled in his seat properly.  “Everyone good?” The radio in Hoseok’s hand beamed. He brought the device up to his lips.  “Jimin was almost hit, probably gonna need stitches, Jungkook has a scratch... Taehyung?” Hoseok questioned, looking through the review mirror. The boy only gestured that he was fine.  “Taehyung is perfect.”  “Damn right I am.” He commented, making everyone in the car fall into laughter, even Jimin, as he clutched under his wound. After the laughter died down, the radio beamed once more.  “Jungkook, we might have more company on the way, especially if they made contact with someone.” It was Yoongi’s voice this time. It made you feel like a weighted lifted off your chest and you didn’t even notice you were worried until you heard his voice and confirmed he was safe.  Everyone in the car looked at each other, Jungkook taking in a deep breath, grabbing the radio from Hoseok’s hand.  “We change our course, going to take us a little longer to get there but, it’s better than risking them surprising us ahead.” He spoke and shook his head. “There is a chance they know where we’re going, might want to warm Armstrong, make sure he’s aware, and taking necessary precautions.” The radio answered with another “Roger.” And suddenly the car went quiet. It was only for a few minutes, enough time for you to worry about what waited for you ahead.  “Hobi, we’re taking rout C, if we get incoming again, we’re doing contingency plan.” Hoseok’s head spun around towards Jungkook, eyes slightly bulged. Even Taehyung and Jimin straightened their backs, looking at their commander in surprise.  “Holy shit, really?” It was Jimin’s turn to speak. You looked at him, not understanding how he could look so normal while wounded. You figured he was used to pain like this, you even wondered how many times he’s been nearly shot, or shot for that matter. Jungkook didn’t answer, and they all looked between each other. “Oh, fuck yeah.” Jiming finished, and you furrowed your brows in confusion.  “What’s the contingency plan?” You asked, looking around at the men.  Jimin turned his head in your direction, leaning in with a devilish smirk and a lifted eyebrow.  “It means we get to play with the big guns, baby.” You blinked at his proximity, slowly taken back by it.  “Red Hawk,” Jungkook called, Jiming only tilted his head towards his commander, his eyes looking back through the review mirror. “Call her baby one more time and I’ll cut out your tongue.” It was an empty threat, you knew, everyone knew, but still, the possessiveness that dripped from his voice had you shivering once more.  “Yes, Sir.” He chuckled and sat back again. You looked through the small mirror, your eyes meeting his.  You couldn’t tell if it was the adrenaline coursing through both your veins or the fact that now you were both comfortable with each other, with each other’s bodies, but there was electricity in the air between you both. It was so palpable that it made you feel breathless. The way he was looking at you felt like he could strip and fuck into you right there between his team without a bat of an eye, and you knew he would. You cleared your throat, breaking eye contact and looking down at your lap. This was going to be a long ride.  At some point, after what felt like two hours of silence, you stopped in the middle of nowhere, Hoseok quickly leaving the car to empty his bladder along with Jimin. You were strictly ordered to stay put, Taehyung staying in the car with you as Jungkook walked out to meet with Yoongi.  As they both made their way back, you watched as Jimin made his way to the car with Jin. Yoongi settled in the seat where Jimin was, and Hoseok switched places with Jungkook.  “Hey there, princess, miss me?” Yoongi teased as he shut the door. You rolled your eyes but quickly looked at him as you noticed he as well had a bandage around his wrist.  “You’re hurt!” You gasped as you leaned into him, taking his hand and looking at his wound. You didn’t notice, but Jungkook only watched through the review mirror as he took off with the car, quiet as he watched you two interact.  “I’m fine, princess, just a scratch, like Jimin.” He reassured you, a soft smile playing on his lips. You took in a deep breath, resting your back against the seat once more, but not letting go of his wrist.  “God, you’re all getting hurt because of me.” You closed your eyes as you threw your head back, frustrated.  “Hey, we’re not getting hurt because of you... We chose to do this, it’s not just a mission anymore, you’re part of this family.” Yoongi spoke softly as his hand rested above yours, reassuringly.  You sighed, opening your eyes and looking at him. It made you soften. They considered you family now, but that only made the idea of one of them getting hurt clench at your heart tighter.  Silence settled once more after a while. You just looked through the window, your head slowly resting on Taehyung’s shoulder as you still held onto Yoongi’s hand gently. You never felt so safe in your life as you did with these men. Not only physically, but there was a sense of comfort they gave you that made the idea of a future with these boys too tempting to let go of.  It was only when the sky got orange that you noticed the sun was setting, you looked up from Taehyung’s shoulder to see that him, Yoongi and Hoseok were asleep, Jungkook quietly driving, paying attention to the road, you rested the side of your head on Taehyung’s shoulder again, looking at the man you were madly in love with through the review mirror. His eyes flicked your way, and you smiled, but he didn’t smile back.  “You’re awake.” He spoke softly, voice deep.  “Barely.” You answered him, airy chuckle leaving you. He hummed.  “You seem to like Yoongi.” He said, and you were quiet, looking at the review mirror and watching him. He had a crease in his forehead, as if he was thinking. Was Jungkook jealous?  You remembered the day you both had reconciled, the way he had asked Yoongi if he was in love with you, the worry and weighted that question had carried.  “I do... I like all the boys.” You answered cautiously, surveying his reaction, he only swallowed. You felt intrigued.  “But you like me too...” He added suddenly and couldn’t help pursing your lips, suppressing the smile that wanted to show.  “It’s a lot more than like, Jungkook...” You admitted and his eyes flicked to the review mirror. It all brought back memories, like the first time you both had a quiet conversation through the review mirror in the desserts.  “More than like?” He questioned, eyes flicking from the road to your reflection.  “Jungkook, I’m in lo-“ You were cut short by the radio, Jungkook looking down at it.  “Next exit, the hatch is open.” Jin’s voice informed through it. The boys slowly stirred awake next to you, making you unable to finish what you were going to say.  “We’re here?” Hoseok questioned in a sleepy voice as the sky slowly darkened and Jungkook made a turn at the approaching exit. On the horizon you could see a bright city, it almost seemed like Vegas suddenly appearing in the desert, but before you got the chance to take in the city, you were turning vigorously into a tunnel, the wheels coming in contact with a metal ramp as you made your way into what looked similar to Seamore. Another five minutes of driving in the dark past and the car drove into a wide well lit hanger, several expensive cars, motorcycles and even a bus parked inside.  Finally parking the car, everyone started to get out. You slid right after Taehyung as he made his way to the trunk, but were stopped by a hand on your wrist, your body being pulled into Jungkook’s chest. You gasped in surprise, but he captured your lips into his own, making you melt into his kiss. It ended as quickly as it started, making you chase his lips as he pulled away.  “Are you ok?” He asked as he rested his hands on your hips, making sure you weren’t hurt in any way. You just nodded, unable to find your voice.  After everything was unloaded, Jungkook took your hand again as he walked towards a door at the far end of the hanger.  “God, I’m starving,” Jin spoke behind you, making you turn your head towards him. “I hope Joon has edible food.” He rolled his head, cracking his neck as you walked down a hallway.  You were expecting another military type base, but you were met with something completely different.  It was a large space, wide and tall with art littered walls. There was a mezzanine, you could see books on the walls up there, hundreds and hundreds of books. The floor was carpeted in a dark red color, a center table that could easily fit ten people, and the room was lit by dimmed yellow lights that hung in between the several paintings that were on the walls. You were stunned, mouth slowly falling agape as you took tentative steps into the room, the boys starting to move as they piled the bags in one corner.  “I’ll go get Namjoon.” Said Taehyung as he walked towards the stairs at the corner of the room. The boys all walked in, making themselves comfortable as if they were at home. Jin sat down at one of the chairs on the table, Yoongi and Hoseok making their way to the red velvet couch you hadn’t noticed on the right side of the room and Jungkook walked towards the bags along with Jimin, letting go of your hand. You still looked everywhere, taking in the paintings. They looked antique, rare, expensive. You barely noticed the shadow behind you before you felt the cold metal against the back of your head, the sound of the safety pin being turned off.  The noise alone was enough for the men protecting you trained ears to look your way, Jungkook quickly taking his gun and aiming at whoever had you at gunpoint, Jin, and the three others were just as fast, making their way slowly towards you, all formed into a semi-circle. Jin looked alarmed, Jimin looked at Jungkook and back at the one behind you, something keen to confusion in his eyes. And Yoongi and Hoseok swallowed, yet ready to shoot if needed.  “Interesting.” The deep voice spoke behind you. It seemed young, calm even though there were five guns pointed in their direction. “Got them wrapped around your finger, huh?” He spoke again and you didn’t dare move a muscle, too aware of the gun pressed firmly to the back of your head. This person held your life in their hands and just one swift move and everything was over.  “What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook spoke between clenched teeth at whoever was behind you. The man only chuckled, amused. “Joon, put the fucking gun down.” Jungkook spat out.  You furrowed your brows in confusion. So the person behind you was Namjoon, the one Jungkook seemed to have a deep respect for and somehow, he had a gun pointed to your head. Had he betrayed them? The thought brought dread filling your gut, the idea that one of their own would do such a thing. But worst was that one of their own could just simply decide to take your life, and there was nothing any of the boys could do about it. “And where is the fun in that, Jungkookie?” He spoke out so free of care that it made you start to shiver. The condescending tone in his voice towards Jungkook made his anger build inside of him. “Namjoon, I swear to god-“ Jungkook started. “What, Jungkook, what are you going to do? Shoot me? Kill me?” He asked a little sharper, nuzzle pressing harder into your head. “You’d shoot someone you’ve known most of your life over her? Someone you met only a month ago?” There seemed to be a lingering curiosity in his voice, almost a dare. Jungkook swallowed, you could see his Adam’s apple bopping as he pondered the idea. He seemed nervous as he blinked and took in a deep breath.  “Yes.” He spoke out in a firm voice, yet shaky breath.  “Interesting, and why is that, Jungkook?” Namjoon asked with a sense of amusement in his voice.  “Hyung, just put the gun do-“ Jungkook’s resolve slowly faltered.  “Answer my question, Commander.” Namjoon pressed, interrupting.  “Because I’m in love with her.” He blurted out in a breath.  Everything went quiet, even the other boy’s sharp gazes flicking towards their commander. Your heart suddenly stopped at his confession, eyes shining with something new, and you forgot you were being held at gunpoint. Jungkook’s eyes moved to you, concern and something else filled within them. It was love, he was in love with you, just as you were in love with him.  “That’s all I needed to know.” The man’s voice behind you softened with a smile in his words. He pulled the gun away, putting it behind his back and you turned in place, breaking the eye contact with Jungkook to look up at him.  You almost sighed in frustration at his striking beauty. His tall frame and defined jaw. He wore glasses and a well-tailored gray suit. His hair was neatly parted and up and he placed both hands inside his pants pockets, looking down at you with a brow lifted. You didn’t even think as you raised your hand and slammed it across his cheek. His face barely turned but it was enough to have him and everyone else in the room shocked.  “Don’t ever point a gun at me again.” You warned him before you turned back to Jungkook. His eyes bulged and his mouth slightly opened. You made your way to him, rushing your steps as you got closer and you wrapped your arms around his body, burying your nose into his neck. You barely registered Yoongi laughing as Namjoon let out an “I deserved that.”  You breathed in deeply as his arms wrapped around you, one hand resting on the back of your head, you pulled away slightly to look at him, his eyes filled with a tenderness that only made you not want to let go.  “Me too.” Was all you said, too taken back, unable to really put into words, and you saw him smile stupidly at you.  “Yeah?” He asked with an almost boyish ring to it. You nodded, unable not to smile back just as stupidly as him.  “Yeah.” You answered. The intimate moment seemed to through everyone in the room into an awkward silence as they all recovered from the fright.  “Oh, there you are!” Taehyung spoke above, leaning against the rail of the mezzanine. “Wait, why does everyone have their guns?” Taehyung obliviously questions, making Jimin look up at him and scoff.  “Catch up, Tae.” He teases.  As you detach from Jungkook, he looks past your shoulder and you turn, watching Namjoon make his way to you both.  “Welcome to Armstrong, Raven.” He speaks with his hands neatly placed behind his back. “I’m Namjoon, It’s nice to meet you.” He speaks nonchalantly, making you roll your eyes.  “Yeah, I know, you didn’t really make a great first impression.” You answer, crossing your arms over your chest. Jungkook chuckles beside you, amused at your attitude.  “Well, I just needed to make sure you were worth going through all this trouble. After all, you are worth a shit tone.” He shrugs, making you squint in his direction in utter disbelief. “But, although the altercations from before, I would never hurt you regardless of you meaning anything to Jungkookie or not, if he deems the mission a priority, he’s my commander and I’ll always follow his orders.” He looks up at Jungkook, giving him a firm nod.  “Stop calling me that,” Jungkook mumbled.  You looked back at Jungkook with your brows furrowed. It was honestly surprising seeing him banter with Namjoon like a teenager.  “But, I hope you’ll find it in you to forgive me for my little test, I was never going to hurt you, anyway.” He spoke once more, placing his hands in his pockets.  You breathed in deeply, looking back at the tall man.  God, why did they all have to be so annoyingly attractive?  “I forgive you, with a condition.” You lift an eyebrow and he mimics your stance, curious.  “And what would that be?” He questioned.  “You tell me how you got your hands on that Caravaggio.” You lifted your chin, eye flickering to the very real and rare “Judith Beheading Holofernes” painting just above the couch where Yoongi and Hoseok now were heading back to.  Namjoon flicked his tongue out to wet his lips, a glint shining in his eyes at your interest.  “Oh, I like her.” He spoke out, not tearing his defying gaze from your own.  “I said the same thing.” Jimin chimed in as he made his way to sit with Jin at the table.  “Yeah, you all like her, I get it.” Jungkook scoffed out, and that only made the men in the room laugh.  Armstrong was indeed very big, bigger than Red Hawk, bigger than Seamore. It was luxurious too, with a whole wing made out of Victorian Decorated Suits with lavish bathrooms, and another wing that Namjoon had informed you was where he had his armory and training rooms. Right in the middle, was the main dining hall that you had all walked into and his library and collection. You had so many questions to ask as he guided you and Jungkook to a Master Suite with a large king-sized bed covered in what you could tell was Egyptian Cotton and a Duvet that felt like clouds.  It reminded you of home and made you sigh as you walked in, taking in the creamed colored walls, the two ivory nightstands, one with a white porcelain vase, fresh flowers placed inside, and the other with a small white lamp. The walls had some Victorian paintings, but you noticed that there were no windows. In front of the bed, against the wall was a large television and a door right beside it that lead to the very wide, very white couple bathroom, with a large bathtub on one side and a glass closed shower box with two shower heads facing each other. Two marble sinks placed beside each other and a large, well lit mirror.  It was everything you were used to.  And Jungkook seemed to notice as he bid Namjoon his farewell for the meantime and watched you take in everything. He leaned against the bathroom door, placing his hands inside his pockets and looking down at the floor. You finally noticed him through the reflection in the mirror, placing your hands against the surface and sighing.  “This place is amazing.” You spoke in a soft voice, a tinge of bitterness to them.  Jungkook didn’t seem to reflect your thoughts, though. He seemed troubled.  “What’s wrong?” You asked as you turned in your spot, facing him. It was his turn to sigh.  “I can’t give you this.” He didn’t lift his eyes to meet you. “I can’t give you the fancy shit and the fine food with fine art, and I know it’s what you’re used to.” He finally looked up at you.  “Jungkook...” You started, leaning off the sink and walking slowly to him. “I had this. I had it for years on end, but I don’t need it... I don’t need any of this, you want to know what I need?” You asked him as you finally stopped in front of his tall frame, his eyes looking down at you. “I need safety. I need freedom. I need to be able to sleep anywhere, anyplace without worrying if I’m going to be alive tomorrow.” You reached out to touch his face. Placing your palm on his warm cheek, he leaned into it. “But I need you above all things.” He turned his face into your palm, placing a kiss onto it.  “I need a hot shower, I real hot shower, with you, right now.” He sighed out, and you finally noticed how exhausted he seemed. He’s been working so hard to make sure you’re safe, getting into life-threatening situations, shooting at people, killing people. Barely sleeping. Your eyes softened, reaching your hand down to grab his hand and pull him further into the bathroom, and he only pulled the doorknob along with him, closing it.  There was something akin to electricity going through the both of you as you slowly undressed him, gripping at the base of his black shirt and pulling it up and over his head, only breaking eye contact as it passed through it. You were both silent as you undressed each other, his hands tracing your skin gently as you got bare, mapping it, making you gasp as it brushed against sensitive areas. Your nipples hardened and perked as his large hands rested on the small of your back, your eyes finally roamed his bare body. You’ve seen it a few times before at Seamore, but somehow in this atmosphere, in this light, it seemed like the first time. You pulled him into the showers, turning them on and waiting for the water to warm, watching as it slowly fogged the see-through glass, he remained quiet, closing the small distance and placing his hand on the small of your back once more, unable to flick your eyes down. Your mouth watered at the sight of his hardening cock, thick and girthy as it twitched when he noticed your hungry stare, unable to ignore the way you had wet your lips. He pulled you into him with the hand resting at the small of your back, his other hand reaching for your chin to pull you up to look at him. His eyes were dark, darker than they’ve ever been, but there was not only danger written in them, there was also a weight that you had never seen before. A vulnerability you have never seen before and it left you breathless.  He leaned in, grazing his lips against yours, your eyes fluttering slightly, waiting for the kiss. But it never came, he just hovered. Your eyes opened, watching him as his lips parted.  “I don’t know if I should fuck you like you’re the president’s daughter or if I should make love to you like you’re mine.” He whispered against them, coaxing a whine from your lips as you pressed your thighs together. A smirk stretched across his lips at your reaction. He liked it, liked watching the way you reacted to him. “My pretty little dove...” He praised, nudging your lips with his own and your mouth parted. “Every single man in this building wants a piece of you.” He furrowed his brows, feigning worry. “Maybe I should remind them why they’ll never get the chance, huh?” He teased further, hand on your back moving up your spine, making your body litter with goosebumps. “So, what will it be, little dove?” He asked as his fingers made their way into your hair, gently gripping and pulling your head slightly back.  Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt his lips graze your jaw, moving slowly down your throat and rest on your neck, you took in a deep breath.  “B-both.” You stuttered out in a shaky breath.  Jungkook opened his mouth on your neck, sucking at the skin with wet sounds as he pushed you into the hot water, turning in place so he could also get under it, wetting both your bodies. You gasped at the feeling of the strong jets hitting your skin, Jungkook’s hands leaving your body to rest at the fogging glass behind you, palms flat, he finally pulled away, satisfied with the dark purple marks he had littered your skin with and you opened your eyes to look up at him, breathless, cheeks blushed and already looking fucked out. He swallowed at the sight of your damp hair and skin, head resting back on the glass, looking up at him with swollen lips and hungry eyes.  “You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.” He whispered out, cock twitching against his stomach. Your eyes flickered down to it for a second before looking back into his eyes with a new glint in them. Slowly, you slid down to your knees, Jungkook’s eyes following you as your head leveled with his straining erection.  His lips parted at the sight of you looking up at him through your lashes, the insinuation of your position already overwhelming him, you watched his Adam’s Apple bop, the water hitting the side of his body, droplets sliding down his toned strong abs. His hair stuck to his forehead, giving you the perfect sight.  Reaching out your hand, you gripped at the base of his erection, eyes finally looking down at it and you bit your lip. It had been a while since you had taken someone into your mouth and Jungkook was a handful, he’d certainly be a mouthful. Leaning in, you kissed his tip, watching his abs clench and his cock twitch in your hold. You looked up at him through your lashes once more, sticking out your tongue to deliver a slow yet short lick to his glistening head. A huff of air left his lips, and you took that as a sign to carry on.  Your hand moved up his shaft, stopping just below his tip and gliding back down in a slow smooth stroke and you opened your mouth to finally take him in, mouth closing around his tip and gliding down along with your hand, the airy, throaty moan that left him sent a shiver down your spine as you took him as far as you could, watching his eyes fall shut and his mouth hang open in bliss.  You hollowed your cheeks as you pulled back, tongue swirling around at his sensitive tip, making his hips gently buck forward with another deep groan. He opened his lidded eyes, looking down at you and watching as you once again glided down his cock, mouth closing in inch by inch slowly and he bit down on his lower lip at the sight, cock twitching inside your mouth. It only encouraged you further, making you start a pace of bopping your head and you jerked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, you barely noticed the way his fingers curled against the glass, how his hips slowly ground into your mouth, how his groans became more frequent as your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you could taste his leaking arousal in the back of your tongue.  “Y/N...” He whispered out your name, making you open your eyes to look up at him. Looking at his pained expression as he let our breathy moans. “If you keep doing that I’m going to cum.” He warned, and you could feel the way his twitches became more frequent inside your mouth, how swollen he had become. “You need to stop, baby, stop.” He warned in a pained voice, and you pulled your mouth away from him. One of his hands came down to grip over yours, making sure you stopped your movements and he hissed as he closed his eyes and leaned into his arm, biting on his skin.  “Fuck.” He cursed out as you slowly rose from your spot, lips swollen and dripless of drool leaking down your chin.  The fact that he was edging had you throbbing, desperate to help him get his release, pulling your hand from his erection, you slid both up his chest, resting them around his neck and pulling him in to finally kiss you.  His tongue desperately searched for yours, hands falling to your hips and pulling you along with him under the water once more, one of his hands moved, sliding down your middle and dipping in between your folds, you gasped and clenched at the feeling of his fingers there, but not yet inside of you, not where and how you wanted him. He chuckled, and he pulled away from your mouth to acknowledge what he had found.  “You got soaking wet from sucking me off, Little Dove?” He questioned with a raspy voice, a smirk playing on his lips. You nodded almost innocently at him, feeling the throb worsen. “What a dirty little girl.” He teased, and you whined, making him chuckle even more. He brought his hand down again, dipping them into your folds once more and pressing two of them against your entrance, making you ache as he rubbed just around your hole.  “Is it aching, hm?” He questioned, an arrogant stance to his words, you whined loudly at the feeling, lifting one leg on the side of his body, he gladly grabbed your thigh, helping you keep it up. Your hips slowly ground on his fingers, aching for them to breach you. “I can feel you clenching, little dove, your hungry pussy is dying to be filled.” He teased once more.  The way he spoke made you unable to think, it was enough that he was annoyingly attractive, strong and dangerous, has an amazing cock, but his dirty talk just made everything too much and you whined louder.  “J-Jungkook, please.” Your weak strained voice begged, that only seemed to amuse him more, his hard cock pressed to your lower stomach, twitching with your needy voice.  “Please what, little dove, do you want my fingers inside of you like the first time? Fucking you against the bathroom wall as I did against the desert floor?” You gasped as his thumb brushed your throbbing clit, body jerking at the contact.  “Fuck me!” You moaned out loud as he pressed his fingers into you, breaching your entrance only slightly and circling his fingers. Jungkook moved you to rest your back against the wall, still holding your leg up and against his hip.  “What is it, little dove, are my fingers not enough?” He pushed them in a little more, pulling them out again and you dug your fingers into his arms, grunting in frustration, that only made him chuckle further. “Feisty.” He clenched his jaw as he pushed his fingers all the way in, curling them on their way out and brushing against your sweet spot inside of you. He watched your every reaction as you threw your head back in pleasure, body starting to tremble in his hold. You choked out a moan as he pushed them back in just as slow as the first time, it made you want to cry.  “P-please, please fuck me.” You cried out as you felt the burn and ache of your core. His hungry haze only watched as you slowly lost your resolve under him, your patient slowly withering.  “That’s my good girl.” He praised as he pulled his fingers out and turned you around in place, hand resting on the back of your neck and pushing you against the wall.  You leaned back into him, feeling him press his cock to your bare ass, slowly grinding on his erection. He watched, cursing under his breath, and his free hand slammed down against your bare ass, making you jump in pleasured surprise, the burn of his palm against your wet skin delicious.  He gripped at the base of his cock, aligning it with your entrance, but slowly gliding his tip between your soaked folds, watching as you clenched around nothing.  “Fuck, stop teasing me and fuck me like I’m your bitch already.” You grunted out in frustration, your cheek pressed to the wall, and Jungkook took your words to heart, finally pressing his tip into your entrance and pushing all the way in one swift move, cock easily sliding with how wet you were. You barely had time to make a sound at the feeling of finally being filled by him, before he was pulling out and thrusting hard and deep into you once more, stilling deep inside of you as he felt your tight walls clamp down around him.  “God, you’re so tight.” He mumbled out. One of your hands reached back to grip at his hips, your fingers digging into his skin to keep him still for just a little longer as you felt him heavy against your cervix, and when you let go, he started a relentless and violent pace into you.  The sound of slapping skin reverberated around the bathroom, surely loud enough for whoever was next to your room to hear. Your loud lewd moans and whimpers weren’t any better, and you yelped as his hand landed on your ass hard once more, ripping a high-pitched moan of his name from you.  “That’s it, baby, let everyone know who’s fucking you this good.” He spoke out between clenched teeth at the effort he was putting into fucking you. “Fuck, you feel so good.” His voice faltered, allowing you to hear just how strained it was.  The drag of his cock inside of you was perfect, you could feel all the ridges and veins rub against your walls and his tip brush against that sweet spot with each stroke in and out of you, you could feel the familiar tail of your high approach you, growing tighter and tighter with each second and letting him know you were getting close.  You were suddenly opening your eyes when you felt him pull out, groaning in pain as he gripped the base of his cock to keep him from cumming, you turned your head in his direction and he was turning you once again, gripping at the base of your thighs and lifting you into his lap, pressing your back against the wall.  It was all too familiar.  “I want to look at you when you cum.” He whispered against your lips as he aligned his throbbing cock with your entrance once more. He pushed inside, the feeling of being full again making your eyes roll into the back of your head, and he moved slowly this time, wanting to feel every little inch of you while he looked at you.  Your eyes met his as your chest heaved, glossy and hooded, as you let him read into your soul as he fucked into you.  He grounded slow and deep into you, lips touching yours softly, kissing you softly. You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck, one hand brushing his wet hair back as you both drowned in each other. This wasn’t fucking anymore, this was passion, want, love.  You could feel him even more from this angle, feel the way your stomach bulged slightly when he bottomed, feel the slow and wet drag of him inside of you, rubbing harder into the sweet spot that had you seeing stars.  Your brows furrowed, a whine leaving you as you felt your high approaching you again, his own furrowing in the same silent agreement that you were both going to cum.  “Cum for me, little dove.” He whispered out against your lips, hips stuttering as his high approached him. “Cum with me.” He breathed out.  And you let yourself let go, feeling your orgasm hit you so strong that your vision flashed white for a few seconds. Your walls clamping down on him so tight and violently it coaxed his own high. You trembled in his arms as you felt the peak of your high make you arch against the wall, your lips parting to let out high pitched breathy moans as you felt his cock twitch and coat your walls as he fucked into you, riding out both your highs. His low and dragged breathy groan bounced off the walls, ringing in your ears as you felt his body shiver with his release, finally stilling when he felt you wince in overstimulation.  You both must have stayed still for minutes, just hearing the sound of the heavy water jets hit the side of his body and the floor and your ragged breathing, Jungkook’s forehead rested on your shoulder and your hands caressing his scalp in the back of his head.  After what felt like forever, he slowly slipped out of you, placing your sore legs down onto the wet floor, but he didn’t pull his head off your shoulder. He just pressed his body against yours, his arms snaking around your frame.  “I love you.” You whispered out, closing your eyes as you rested your cheek against his chest.  You’d blame it on the post-orgasm bliss but in all reality, you did. You just needed him to hear you say it. And he did, his body trembled in place at the words ringing around the bathroom, slowly pulling away from your shoulder to look at you.  “I love you, Y/N.” He spoke out in barely a whisper, but you felt it with every letter.  You both stayed in silence, just admiring each other and the weighted of the moment as he leaned in to kiss your forehead, cheeks, lips, chin.  “You think they heard us this time?” You questioned as he pulled away, brushing the wet hair off your face.  “I fucking hope they did, they were starting to get too touchy, I’m possessive.” He admitted as he smiled at you, you lifted an eyebrow at his admission.  “Don’t worry, even if I’m sure Yoongi can fuck his princess very well, I’m not really interested.” You teased making Jungkook give you a hard glare. You laughed loudly at his reaction, watching his jaw clench.  “Don’t make me picturing my unit fucking you, I’ll shoot them in the dick.” He warned, and even if he could be joking, you knew he probably would.  You both slowly moved under the water, starting to actually do what you both had planned to do, and that was, wash up.  Jungkook was quiet as he helped you watch your back, rubbing the soap gently against your skin.  “Would you, though?” He asked as he focused on the task, making you look back at him.  “Would I what?” You questioned.  “If It weren’t me, would you sleep with anyone else from the unit?” He asked flicking his eyes up to you for a second.  You chuckled, this was very domestic.  “Why do you want to know, are you just trying to find out who you gotta keep an eye out for?” You asked as you turned in your place, grabbing the soap from his hand and rubbing it against his chest.  “I’m genuinely curious.” He shrugged. You breathed in, thinking for a few seconds before you answered.  “Yes.” He squinted, you pursed your lips.  “Yoongi.” You admitted and his lips parted in a silent scoff.  “I fucking knew it, fucking bleach-blond bastard.” He huffed shaking his head, and you only laughed at his reaction.  “What can I say, I’m into the mean, witty answer cocky type.” It was your turn to shrug, still laughing at him. “And I know for a fact he’s packing, felt it a couple of times when we were training, that boy gets easily turned o-“ He almost growled with your answer, but you were enjoying the playing teasing, watching him get possessive, jealous, it was fun.  “You’re mine.” He growled out, gripping at your hips tightly, making you gasp, a new wave of arousal flooding you as you looked into his dangerous eyes.  “I’m yours.” You reassured under your breath.

After Jungkook showed you just how much you were his for a second, third, and fourth very quick and hard time while you were drying yourselves, you both finally decided to join the rest of the unit in the main room. As you both made your ways down the stairs, hand in hand, the boys were all seated at the dining table lazily, empty plates in front of them.  “I would have said get a room, but that also doesn’t seem to keep us from hearing you both act like horny teenagers,” Jimin complained as you both made your way to them.  You blushed as you sat down, Jungkook smirking as he went around the table and put the absurd amount of food on his plate.  You only sat as the boys continued to talk. As Jungkook sat beside you, you looked at the end of the large table, Namjoon was quiet as he listened to Yoongi talk, but his eyes were on you, observing you. Regardless of you both having introduced yourselves earlier, he still seemed intrigued and somehow, the look in his eyes made you shiver.  “So, we should talk about the plan, we only have two days to prepare,” Jungkook spoke as he used his hand to put the piece of chicken inside his mouth.  His unit quickly turned to him, paying attention to their commander.  “Namjoon, what do you got for us?” He asked, resting his back on the chair, one hand placed above the table and his head tilted to the side, his legs parted. Jungkook seemed like his normal self like this, closed, dark, dangerous.  Namjoon’s eyes shifted to you for a second before looking back at Jungkook, he breathed in.  “We have an opening in an auction ship, it’s a gala event, masquerade.” He started. “The ship will leave around Nine PM and should cross the border at around Eleven.” He stated.  “So, we’ll have to stay hidden for two hours,” Yoongi commented.  “Yes. it’s the only ship that won’t be intercepted by border police. If we’re able to cross the border without any trouble, I can arrange a small boat to meet us on the other side, so we can go to the safe house.” He continued.  Jungkook shook his head.  “No, we can’t involve outsiders, the chances of them betraying us are too high.” He leaned both elbows against the table. “What is our other option?”  Namjoon pursed his lips.  “We can always stay on the boat, but then we won’t be able to stay hidden for long until it reaches the docks, they do security checks every three hours, we’d have to be part of the party.” He put a hand on his chin as if in deep thought. “The problem is, she isn’t exactly a strange face right now.” He lifted an eyebrow as he looked at you. “She’s been all over the news worldwide.”  You slowly shrink in your seat, eyes falling to the table. You were the one making the whole plan to guarantee your safety difficult.  “What if I change myself, I don’t know, cut my hair, paint it?” You suggested and Jungkook turned to look at you.  “That could help, especially if your face is partially hidden.” Said Namjoon.  “It seems like a cool plan, but we’re forgetting the most important thing...” Hoseok started. “Sneaking into the boat and staying there for two hours is one thing, having an invitation is another.” And you bit on your lower lip, he was right. You looked at Jungkook, ready to reason with him on the idea of another boat to meet them beyond the border, but Namjoon chuckled.  “Please, are you forgetting who I am?” He arrogantly spoke, making Jimin roll his eyes and Taehyung chuckle. “I’ll get an invitation, but I probably won’t get eight, probably one for myself and a plus one, I can put the rest of you on as waiters.” “And who is going to be your plus one?” Jungkook asks, even though he already knew the answer.  “Why, Raven, of course?” His mouth slowly lifted in a side smirk.  You wanted to be annoyed at his arrogance, but it was somehow so attractive that it made you shiver once more in your seat, even if Namjoon was someone Jungkook trusted, the little stunt he had pulled earlier had you doubting his loyalty.  “I’ll do it.” You spoke out, almost challenging.  The boys all looked at you.  “Ok, let’s start planning then,” Jungkook spoke out, lifting from his seat. “Raven, eat something, Namjoon, I need to speak to you... Alone.” He said before he walked out.  Namjoon only carried an amused smirk on his lips as his eyes flicked from Jungkook to you for a second before he got up from his seat to follow.  “Excuse me.” He said low before he was out of the room.  “Those two will never change,” Taehyung commented as he got up from his seat and walked to the couch, dropping down and reaching into his jacket pocket to retrieve a flask.  “So it’s not just me, the tension is real?” You spoke out, reaching across the table to grab a piece of bread. It was Yoongi’s turn to chuckle.  “Oh, it’s real all right, sometimes too real.” He tiredly spoke out, resting his head back against the chair, you furrowed your brows, looking at Jin, who still ate quietly, that man could eat for hours if allowed.  “It’s a long story, Raven, are you sure you’re up for it?” He said as he swallowed his food, you munched on a piece of bread, nodding.  “Well... When Jungkook joined White Tiger, Namjoon was his first in command, we had two years of training with Joon in charge, and let me tell you, he did not go easy on Jungkook. As a matter of fact, it was noticeable just how differently he treated him. More severe punishments, longer hours in the heat of the desert, even doing mundane things as serve him coffee in the morning or cook breakfast for the rest of the unit. But, Jungkook was very dedicated, he took every beating, every humiliation, every hard task until he eventually ranked up and become commander, above Namjoon. We all expected him to get his petty revenge of him, but instead, he still looked at him for guidance, it was Jungkook and right beside him Namjoon, the both almost commanded as a duo at one point. If Jungkook gave a strategy and Namjoon wasn’t in par with it, he’d change his mind. He looked up to him even if he was his commander. Things changed though when Jungkook fell in love with a soldier from another unit.” You shifted in your seat. Uncomfortable with the thought of Jungkook falling in love prior to you. You knew that it was only natural, even you had fallen in love before him, but still, it felt weird. “Her name was Irina.” Jin looked down at the table. “She was what you can call a very fierce soldier, she was fast, sharp, loved bantering with Jungkook when we were out in the field. And eventually both our units got paired together for a special rescue mission that would last about two months. Of course, Jungkook and Irina got close and his feelings bloomed, she on the other hand, just wanted to get laid... And Jungkook wasn’t the only one.” Your eyebrows raised at the implications of what he was saying.  “So... Namjoon?” You asked, and Jin chuckled bitterly.  “Oh, Raven... Yes, but not just him.” He looked at the boys and your eyes followed.  “Me.” Yoongi raised his hand, head still rested back and eyes closed.  “Me too.” Jimin chimed in, nodding.  “Did she fuck the whole Unit?” You asked with surprise. Not that it was a problem, but honestly, how powerful could this one woman be to sleep with seven of the most gorgeous yet dangerous man on the planet.  “Not me,” Jin said, shrugging. “My heart is taken.” He put a grape into his mouth. “But that’s not the point, and her sleeping around isn’t the point either, the point is... Feelings. Jungkook had feelings for her, the rest of the boys didn’t, but Namjoon on the other hand.” He raised an eyebrow.  “So you’re telling me that because of one girl there’s tension?” You raised your foot to rest on the chair.  “No, you see, Jungkook looks up to Namjoon as an older brother, we’re all family here. The tension isn’t because they both were in love with the same girl, the tension is there because Jungkook let go of her for Namjoon, and when the mission was a go, Namjoon made a wrong call, didn’t listen to Jungkook and she didn’t make it.” Jin finished.  So, she had died.  “Jungkook trusts Namjoon, though, that was a long time ago,” Yoongi spoke, opening his eyes and looking at you. “He made a mistake and there were casualties, unfortunately, but, they both forgave each other and moved on, the tension is still there though, and with you in the picture, it just puts Jungkook on edge.” He explained. “If Namjoon makes a mistake, Jungkook not only fucks up a mission, but he loses someone he loves.”  You breathed in, understanding the situation a little more now that you knew why the air shifted when they both spoke about your safety.  “Joon dropped out of WT after that, started working with... Well, even we don’t know what he does, but he’s filthy rich, moves in the shadows, and can kill you in a blink of an eye.” Taehyung spoke from the couch, taking another sip from his flask.  “Like a Ninja,” Hobi added.  “Shut up, Hobi.” Jimin chuckled. “Namjoon hasn’t fucked up ever since. I think he learned his lesson.” He nodded.  “Honestly, though, It’s kind of fun to watch their sense of competition even though they love each other to death, the way they just stare at each other for minutes on end, challenging to see who blinks first.” Yoongi cracked his neck.  “So, it’s a pissing contest?” You leaned against the table, rolling your eyes. Men. “It starts with staring, and soon their whipping out their dicks to see which one is bigger.” You let out an airy chuckle.  “I can assure you mine is bigger.” You heard Namjoon’s voice coming down the stairs, Jungkook not following. You spun your head around in his direction, ignoring his comment.  “Everyone, time to call it a night, we have things to do tomorrow.” He informed in the middle of the stairs, looking down at his unit.  The boys all silently agreed, all exhausted and ready for a good night’s sleep.  “The only reason I like Armstrong is because the beds are fucking amazing.” Taehyung made his way to the stairs.  “And the food,” Jin added.  “And the showers.” Jimin also added.  “Let’s not talk about showers while Raven is here.” Yoongi teased, getting up and following the others up the stairs. You shot him the middle finger, still seated and chewing on the food in front of you.  “Goodnight everyone.” You spoke out and received mumbled ‘good night’s back.  It was quiet for a while after they all disappeared into the wing, but soon you heard footsteps, already knowing they belonged to the tall man.  He slowly made his way to you, pulling the chair right beside yours and sitting, crossing one leg over the other.  “So they told you the story.” He spoke out calmly. You only nodded, not looking up at him and he hummed.  “So... Bro’s before hoes isn’t your thing?” You finally questioned, looking up at him, he chuckled, amused with your words.  “We don’t choose who we fall in love with, Raven.” He spoke out with longing in his voice and regret in his eyes. “I was madly in love with her and didn’t even know she was fooling around with anyone else until Jungkook came to me for advice.” He breathed in. “At first I debated in weather I should tell him or not, but I could see that look in his eyes, you know? Jungkook has this boyish look to him sometimes.” And you knew what he was talking about. “I just didn’t have the heart to tell him at first. But once I realized she was sleeping with everyone, I told him. I told him to protect him because I knew that he would give her up immediately.” He looked at you. “And he did, and I would love to say that it was one hundred percent for unselfish reasons, but there was also a part of me that wanted her to myself.” He admitted. “And to be fair, she was in love with me too.” He looked down at the table.  You felt sympathy for him, not for his ‘protecting Jungkook’ excuse, but because even if you don’t think he did the right thing, he still lost someone he loved.  “The day of the mission, it was a bad call, it was too quiet, and I felt like we had an opening, Jungkook, on the other hand, felt like something was wrong. And instead of hearing him out, I gave the command to go forward. Irina was first in line as we entered the building. Motion triggered bomb went off, and we had to retreat.” He wet his lips. “Couldn’t even get her body back.” His voice lowered in tone.  You breathed in.  “I’m really sorry.” You sincerely offered him. He looked up at you, eyes less mysterious than before.  “I’m still in the process of forgiving myself. I send her family money every month, more than I should, honestly.” He furrows his brows. “But, it gives me a sense of comfort to know that I can provide at least something for them.” He smiled bitterly.  “We all make mistakes, ones bigger than the other, but mistakes are mistakes and there is no point in trying to change the past. I’m sure you’re a good man and your intentions are good, but I’m not just saying this because my life is at risk, I’m saying this because I love these boys, I love Jungkook...” You slowly got up. “Don’t fuck up, we need you.” You admitted. He looked up at you, nodding in understanding and someone cleared their throat up in the mezzanine. You looked up.  “Time for bed, Raven.” Jungkook looked down with shining eyes and you smiled wide when you saw him, looking quickly back at Namjoon.  “Goodnight.” You said quickly.  Preparing for the plan was easier than you thought. Art? You knew well about it. Etiquette? You were raised into it. How to portray a sophisticated, well educated, elegant woman? That was your essence. While you still trained with Yoongi and Jungkook in the two days prior to the mission, you still were curious as to what Namjoon did, who he was in general. He was a quiet, yet mysterious man. He was obviously rich, at this point, you assumed all of them were, but there was still something different about Namjoon, a certain Malice to him that had you always watching from the corner of your eye when he sat in the corner of the room with a black notebook in his hand, almost similar to Jungkook’s.  You and Jungkook had spent barely any time together other than the first night and training. In between he was with Namjoon, making sure everything happened according to plan, making sure there were no loopholes, not bad calls.  So when you woke up the day of the mission to an empty bed, you sat up, breathing in deeply as you looked around. You noticed the white sating robe hanging on the bathroom door and left the bed walking towards it, there was a note.  “Spend this day as if nothing had changed. You deserve it. - JK.” You smiled, taking the soft fabric in between your fingers to feel it. It had been a while since you looked at something so pretty, and as simple as a white sating robe could be, it made you nostalgic. You placed it over your white top and shorts and made your way to the main entrance, furrowing your brows as you looked down from the mezzanine, seeing a table fool of food and Namjoon at one end, dressed in his dark gray suit and bringing a white porcelain mug to his lips while he read the same black notebook from the other days.  “Good morning.” He spoke without looking at you. You flinched slightly at the sound of his voice echoing through the space. You would ask how he noticed you were there, but you remembered he was just as deadly and sharp as the others.  Sighing and slowly making your way down the stairs you sat quietly at the other end, avoiding eye contact.  “How did you sleep?” He asked, making small talk. You looked up as you reached for a pastry.  “I slept well, thank you.” You answered simply. For some reason, being around Namjoon made you nervous, not in a predatory kind of way, but as much as you loved Jungkook, Namjoon was what you would call your type before all of this had happened. “Where are the boys?” You asked, wondering.  “They’re at work.” He answered finally looking up at you, you gave him an inquisitory look. “They’re waiters today, work started at six am sharp for them, preparing for the gala.” He explained. You nodded, biting into the sweet pastry.  The rest of breakfast was quiet, not only did Namjoon understand you weren’t one to talk much, but you had a feeling he sensed you were uneasy next to him.  When you finished, you slowly got up.  “Excuse me.” You said quietly and as you turned to make your way to the stairs he spoke.  “Raven.” You turned to him, he hadn’t called you by anything other than your code name since the day you arrived. “There should be a dress and some other accessories for you in the bathroom, we leave at seven.” He informed while a smile that bordered on the amused.  You didn’t answer, instead only nodded and made your way back to your room.  Time went by quicker than you’d like to admit, and when it was time for you to get ready, you were surprised to see everything you needed in the bathroom. Makeup, hair die, jewelry, high heels, and hanging from the wall a black velvet dress with a low chest line with falling straps and a high side opening. Instead of surveying everything, you quickly got ready, more nervous about the mission than enchanted with the fancy things.  You remembered Jungkook’s words as you looked at yourself in the mirror once you were ready. “You’re so beautiful it hurts.” He had said. You felt beautiful, but the constant dread inside of you also made you feel small, vulnerable. You leaned against the sink, taking a few deep breaths before you fixed your holster higher up your thigh, placing your gin right in the middle. You looked like a different person, your hair now a completely different shade from the one you had grown up with. It suited you, you thought. The dress hugged your body perfectly, the thick velvet straps handing from your shoulders and your breasts perked up. The side cut came all the way to the beginning of your tight, allowing your leg to peak out when you walked, and on your feet, simple black stilettos. You had decided for a minimalistic look on your face, a thick wing eyeliner, and red lips, ears adorned with what you were surprised to find out, were real diamond earrings and a bracelet.  Making your way to the main entry, you spotted Namjoon once more.  Oh, it wasn’t fair.  He wore a fitted black suit, undershirt just as black and no tie. His hair was parted in the middle, perfectly styled and he had abandoned the glasses. You made your way down the stairs, holding onto the tail of your dress and his eyes looked up at you, fixing his cuffs.  If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was gaping. Quickly swallowing and extending his hand once you were close enough to take it.  “You look stunning.” He commented once you were face to face. You blushed, pursing your lips.  He was quiet as he looked at you, eyeing down your dress.  “The dress is beautiful, please thank whoever chose it out.” You tried to break the uncomfortable silence.  “You’re welcome.” He lifted a brow.  You looked up at him. He had chosen the dress. He surely was a man of fine taste.  “Should we go?”  You swallowed, apprehensive.  He didn’t say anything, instead, he turned his back to you and reached for something on top of the couch, turning his finger, signaling you to turn around. You did, waiting.  He placed the mask slowly over your eyes, you lifted your hand, holding it in place as he tied the lace ends together behind your head. As you turned to him, he placed his, looking at you and lifting an eyebrow. This man was seriously mysterious.  “Time to go.” He informed.  Namjoon walked past you, stopping just ahead and extending his hand once more, you took it, following him into the hallway and out to his large garage. He chose a more discrete car, a black BMW sedan, and helped you get in, making his way to the driver seat.  When you were both out into the city, you clutched your knees tightly, eyes roaming around everything and heart beating violently in your chest.  “What’s wrong, Raven?” Namjoon asked as he drove, not taking his eyes off the road.  “I’m just... I’m not used to being out in public, not used to not being around Jungkook or Yoongi, and the rest of the boys.” You admitted, feeling the anxiety swirl in your stomach as the night city lights flashed by. Namjoon was quiet.  “Let’s talk, then, ask me anything you want to know, maybe that will distract you, Raven.” He said in a calm voice. You chuckled bitterly.  “You haven’t called me by my name once ever since we met.” You said.  “Well, I stick to protocol most of the time, I just don’t call the other by their code names because we’re intimate, although, I do sometimes call Taehyung Gallaticus just to tease him.” He laughed. You turned your head in his direction.  “Wait, so Gallaticus is his code him?” You asked.  “Yes, just as Red Hawk is Jimin’s and Seamore is Jin’s, we just call that the locations because that’s where they are.” He shrugged.  “So, what are the other’s code names?” You rested your back against the leather seat, feeling calmer.  “Hoseok is Fire Lily, he chose it himself, we kind of made fun of him for a while, but honestly, the kid is a flower, it makes sense. Yoongi is Nirvana, not like the band, like the literal meaning, although he does have a grunge way to him.” Namjoon’s lips stretched into a fond smile, something you hadn’t seen so far.  “And Jungkook?” You were the most curious about.  Namjoon only glanced your way, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly.  “Black Crow.” He answered.  You were quiet as it settled in, you remembered the day in the car, in the desert. The day when you chose your code name, and he had said it fits you. Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it wasn’t, maybe life, destiny, whatever it was, wanted you and Jungkook to meet despite the horrible circumstances, and that meant you weren’t meant to die, not now, not yet. Not without sharing a life with him, regardless of how that life would be after you told the world the truth, regardless if you’d have to be on the run if you’d go back and be a diplomat again. If everything suddenly changed, if Jungkook came to the conclusion that you weren’t meant to be, you’d always be Raven and he would always be Black Crow.  Sooner than you expected, you were parking at the valet, at the docs, Namjoon quickly making his way around the car as he stopped the valet boy from opening the door, assuming you’d be nervous with such an interaction. He helped you out, taking your hand and putting it under his arm as he walked you to the boat. As you both waited in line, you squeezed Namjoon’s arm, eyes roaming around nervously, what if someone recognized you? “Raven... You’re safe.” He whispered as you approached the two men at the entrance of the boat. Namjoon just kindly said his name, not a fake one, just his name, and they quickly checked the list, smiling and indicating for the both of you to make your way in.  When you both boarded you looked around, looking for the other six, wondering where they were, just a glimpse of them and you’d feel safer. But the uniformed waiters were nowhere to be seen so far and Namjoon pulled you along to a more secluded area of the boat.  You barely noticed you were out of breath until Namjoon held you by your arms, making your look at him. Your eyes were slightly bulged, chest rising, and falling rapidly.  “You’re safe.” He spoke more firmly. “The others are here, they’re armed, I’m armed.” He raised his eyes to the crowd, making sure no one could hear him. “You’re safe.” He said once more, making you nod and breath in deeply. He comforted you, caressing his hand up and down the sides of your arms.  “Mam, a drink?” You heard one of the waiters offer. You barely looked at the man as you took the glass of water, not until he spoke again. “Touch her like that again and I’ll cut your fingers off.” Your head spun around to look at the man.  Jungkook. It was Jungkook.  Carrying a tray of water.  He was dressed in a white dress shirt with a black bowtie, black pants, and shiny shoes. His hair was pushed back, styled as you had never seen before and your eyes bulged. Namjoon only chuckled at his commander’s comment and Jungkook finally looked at you, eyes ranking down your body and back up, pitch black with darkness. Your breathing picked up again at the pure danger in his eyes.  “You look fucking sinful.” His whispered and you felt a shiver roll down your body. “I’d like to personally get you out of that, more like rip you out of that.” He smirked. Smirked.  “That’s a three thousand dollar dress, Jungkook,” Namjoon informed.  “Yeah? And you can suck my dick.” He argued with the older. “Let’s get back to work, lay low.” He informed before he sent you a wink and walked back to the crowd.  And you barely noticed you were calmer as he walked away.  He was here, Jungkook was here. And so were the others.  You were safe.  They were safe.  Weren’t they?

#raven unit #themfchase #jungkook #jk #jeon #bts #namjoon #fanfic #imagine #smut #mature #bts network #reader #oc #fic #btsmutcentral #smutcentralnet

[themfchase]

venom // 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘚𝘖𝘖𝘕

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

‒ venom. (m) jjk and myg x female reader ✎  [??? words]

genre: underground racer!au, enemies to lovers, grief, fuckboy!jk, fuckgirl!reader, love triangle with myg, college!au.

warnings: this story is not suitable for audiences under 18. angst, angst and more angst. smut, like perhaps the most i’ve ever written, dom/sub themes, gang violence, (jk is a little shit in this but so are you, so), alcohol abuse, drug use (mainly weed), toxic masculinity.

  It all came down to flashes... Flashes of your hand out the window when you were seven, your brother Jae, driving your father's blue pickup truck as fast as he could and you just put your hand out, the wind not gentle at all hitting against your palm. You could remember the sheer excitement on his face, lips pulled back in a large open smile as the dust from the road made it impossible to see anything that was left behind. It all came down to flashes... And then... And then it was you and him. The night sky so clear, the moon was the only thing to illuminate the curvy road, you knew that road. Your heart beating in your chest so fast it almost matched the velocity you were in and you didn't know if it was because of the adrenaline or because of the handsome man driving beside you. You glanced at him, hair wild while the familiar ungentle wind invaded the space through the open window. He was your redemption, you thought... But he was also your damnation. COMING SOON.

#jungkook #jeon #jk #bts #yoongi #min #imagine #fic #fanfic #themfcahse #venom #mature #smut #reader #oc #btsnetwork #kssmutclub #btsmutcentral #btssmutcentral #smutcentralnet #coming soon

[themfchase]

raven unit III (m) jjk

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

‒ raven unit. (m) chapter three: seamore. ✎  [10k words]

genre: political!Au, taskforce!Au, warcrime!Au

warnings: smut, angst, slight bdsm, fluff (?), gore, violence, drug mentions, alcohol mention, graphic description of violence, death With your life at risk and several people around you dead, your loyal head of security makes sure your safety is taken care of when he’s out of the picture. Three ruthless, dangerous and deadly men take on the task to protect and hide you, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok and the one in command, Jeon Jungkook. masterlist. chapter one. chapter two chapter four. chapter five. .raven unit:  drabble #01  drabble #02

Your body ached all over, your mouth was dryer than it had ever been before. You tried to open your eyes, but it felt like they were sow shut. Coughing, your body ached, and you groaned. You heard movement beside you, something wet and cold touching your lips right after. It was water. You drank with difficulty, trying to lift your head and dropping it back down. You finally were able to open your eyes. The room was dark. You were in a bed, an IV attached to your arm where you were being given blood and fluids.  “How are you feeling?” You heard a familiar voice. Your eyes traveling until it met its owner. Jungkook.  You hummed, unable to speak. He looked tired, dark circled under his eyes, as he put the cup back down beside you.  “W-where a-are we?” You asked, voice coming out hoarse and low. It was as if you haven’t spoken in weeks.  “Seamore.” Was all he answered, coldly.  “You lost a lot of blood, Jungkook asked Jin to get you a medical team, they operated you at gunpoint, probably not their best day at work.” A second voice joined, your eyes shifted to him, it was Yoongi. He also looked tired, but better.  You tried to sit up, Jungkook helping as you felt your body ache violently.  “You were out for a week.” This time it was Hoseok, he was also there. You felt your heart race, you were unconscious for a whole week, Jungkook gave him an angry side look, you noticed.  “We’re staying here until you recover, Jins evacuated the place, it’s only us,” Jungkook said. You looked around, noticing there were three more people int the room. You spotted Jimin, then Taehyung, and a new face. A tall man, the most symmetric and beautiful features you had ever seen, dark hair and arms crossed over his chest. You swallowed.  “Can I speak to Jungkook alone please?” You asked the men and Jungkook looked at them, slowly, each one left. Last was Hoseok, a guilty look on his face. Jungkook looked back at you.  “It wasn’t his fault.” You said and Jungkook looked away, irritated. “I asked him to close the door, I thought I was safe.” You said, and Jungkook looked back at you.  “You thought wrong.” He spat at you, and you were quiet, looking down at your hands.  “I’m sorry.” You said in a small voice, feeling your throat constrict.  Jungkook sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.  “Fuck, I thought you were going to die.” He let out in a breath, voice strained. “I thought you were going to bleed to death in my arms, and... And when we got here, you were already hanging by a thread, I saw your heart stop.” He looked back up at you, desperation in his eyes. It stung deep inside of you. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face in it. “I’m sorry.” You said again on the edge of crying. Slowly, Jungkook’s arms wrapped around you, nose digging into your hair, he inhaled, relaxing in your hold. It was a rush of feelings all of a sudden. Being in his arms, not wanting to let go. You didn’t know if you had projected the turmoil of feeling onto Jungkook since he was the safe figure in your life, but you didn’t care, you just needed to reassure him. Pulling back, you looked up at him.  “It’s over, I’m ok now.” You said, and he nodded. “Please don’t be mad at Hoseok.”  Jungkook sighed again, hands coming and rubbing up and down your arms.  “I’ll try my best,” He said before pulling away and opening a drawer next to your bed. He blinked heavily a few times as he took medical supplies out of it.  “Jungkook, when was the last time you slept?” You asked him and he didn’t answer. “You have to rest.” You laid back down.  “You sound like Yoongi,” He spoke, voice tired.  ” Well, maybe Yoongi has a point." You looked at him. “I’m ok, Jungkook, I’m alive, you can rest now.” You said, and he turned to you.  “I have to change your bandages.” He ignored you.  “I can do it for you.” You heard an unfamiliar voice, looking past Jungkook, at the door. The man with the dark hair and broad shoulders looked at the two of you.  “Jin, it’s ok, I can do it.” Jungkook argued.  “No, you can go take a shower and get some sleep, she’s not going anywhere.” Jin approached the two of you. “Beside’s, I want to meet my guest.” He said as he stopped by the edge of the bed. Jungkook looked at you and you nodded. Sighing in defeat, he put the medical supplies down on the bed.  “Fine. If you need anything ask Jin, don’t hesitate in asking them to wake me up.” You nodded again, and he hesitated before finally turning and leaving. As he made his way out of the room, your eyes followed him, stopping at the man at the edge of your bed.  He took a few steps in your direction, eyeing you curiously. He was silent as he took the supplies and started prepping them.  “You’ve caused quite a hurricane of emotions on everyone,” Jin spoke.  You eyed him, pursing your lips.  “It wasn’t my intention.” You said.  He motioned for you to take off your shirt; you hesitated.  “Oh, dear, there is nothing there I haven’t seen this week.” He cocked an eyebrow. You sighed. You uncomfortably shifted, lifting your shirt with one hand, and he helped you hook your shirt over your injured arm. You covered your breasts with your free hand as he undid your bandages.  “I assume you and Jungkook are involved.” He said. “He wouldn’t worry this much for anyone, and I’ve known him for a long time.”  “It’s confusing.” You answered as Jin finally finished taking out your bandages.  “How so?” He asked, taking the cotton and soaking it in antiseptic.  “I don’t know how I can feel attached to him the way I feel without barely knowing him.” You admitted and Jin hummed, dabbing the cotton lightly on your closed wound. It stung a little, but nothing you couldn’t handle.  “How long have you two known each other?” He asked, throwing the used cotton away and taking another one, repeating the process.  “I think two weeks now.” You swallowed.  Jin was silent as he went on. You had known Jungkook for five days in total, twelve if you count the days you were out.  “Are you in love with him?” He asked bluntly, and you looked at him.  You couldn’t say no, but you also couldn’t say yes, all you knew is that you felt something, but even that didn’t make sense.  “I don’t think I am, but I know I feel something, it just feels too soon to feel anything at all, it feels like I’m cheating because I see Jungkook as this... Protective figure.” You looked down at your fingers. Jin started placing the gauze over your wound. He was gentle, as if he had done this several times before.  “But you’re not just seeing him as a protective figure, he is one. It’s his job.” Jin said, and you were left speechless. “And what about love at first sight, you don’t  believe in those things?” He asked.  You chuckled.  “It wasn’t loved at first sight.” You told him shaking your head and remembering the dark eyes that had woken you up two weeks ago. “Ok, fine, maybe love at fifth sight, it doesn’t really matter, what matters is...” He started wrapping the bandage around your shoulder. “You feel something, too soon or not, you do, and there isn’t anything you can do about what you feel, but what are you going to do about the two of you?” He asked, finishing up the process and setting tape over the bandage.  “What do you mean?” You questioned. He finally looked at you, sitting down at the edge of the bed and helping you put your shirt back on.  “What I mean is... What happens after this is over?” He rested his hand on his thigh. “Do you have any intention of leaving this all behind and not looking back? Or do you think you’ll want something with him?” He seemed calmed. You thought about it. If this all ended, could you go on with your life without Jungkook in it? Or would you find a way to keep him? Just the thought of not having Jungkook around made you feel sick and your face twisted. You looked back at Jin. A soft smile tugged on his lips.  “That’s a good enough answer for me.” He said, pulling your covers off of your legs.  “They had a pretty bad fight,” Jin told you as he walked around the bed, to the other side, where your leg wound was. You could only imagine what ‘a pretty bad fight’ meant for Hoseok and Jungkook.  “It wasn’t his fault.” You said as you turned on your side, you were only in your underwear. Fresh ones.  “But it was,” Jin said, and you furrowed your brows. “He had instructions to not leave you alone with anyone but one of them and he did so, right?”  “Yeah, but I made him close the door.” You argued.  “And you weren’t the one in charge, dear.” Jin raised both eyebrows. He started unwrapping your leg. “As much as I appreciate your concern for Jungkook’s and Hoseok’s relationship, if this were any other situation, you’d be dead, you almost did die.” He put the bandages aside. “In war, you don’t forget orders, dear.” Jin looked back at you. You had no argument for that, you sat silently while he cleaned your wound, it no longer hurt and you looked back at him, he understood your confusion.  “After they operated on your shoulder, the doctor noticed your other wound, took care of it, took out the bullet, closed it properly, it’s healing faster.” You nodded in understanding. “You wanna see it?” He quirked an eyebrow with a glint of excitement in his eyes.  “The bullet? You kept it?” You asked, and Jin finished wrapping you up before walking beside you again and opening the drawer. He took it out, a silver bullet. He looked at it, amusement filling his eyes. “9-millimeter ammo...” He said. “It’s the most common around the world, the same one I have in my gun.” Gently, he placed it in your palm. It was cold. You looked at it, it felt like a useless object, but it was inside of you once.  “That little thing has killed more people than cancer, yet the largest cause of death in the world is heart disease.” He shook his head. “What are the odds?” He looked back at you. You were quiet for a while as you looked at the bullet,  sighing. You were mentally and emotionally tired of being hunted down; you needed a break. Looking around the room, you finally realized you were at Seamore, a place you didn’t know other than this room.  “Where am I?” You asked.  Jin sat down on the edge of the bed again.  “Seamore. My home. My work.” He started. “It’s similar to Red Hawk, only we’re underneath a city.” You looked up at the ceiling. Jin chuckled. “We’re right at the border. If things had gone according to plan, you’d already be in Safehouse.” He stated. You nodded, thinking about what Jungkook had said. It was only the seven of you. “You sent your men away.”  Jin hummed.  “When Jungkook asked Jimin to call, he said he didn’t want anyone but us here, so I sent my men away before sending the helicopter.” He informed. “You all seem very close.” You played with the bullet in your hand.  Jin tilted his head, taking a deep breath.  “We all served together, yes, but we have history.” He started. “When I met Jungkook, I was his first commander, he had just joined the police force back in Soul.” You looked up at him, intrigued. You wanted to know more about Jungkook. “He was full of life back then, wanted to be a man of law and integrity, then right after, I convinced him, Jimin and Taehyung to join another force task, first it was as a Federal Agent, then, it suddenly wasn’t enough, he wanted more...” Jin looked down at the sheets. “So we joined the military, met Yoongi and Hoseok, we all trained together, two years, the six of us.” He had a nostalgic smile on his face. “Soon after we were joining White Tiger, that’s where we met Namjoon.” He said. You lifted your eyebrows, that was a name you vaguely remembered. “We served four years as White Tiger before we were being sent out to the war, the seven of us, we were inseparable. Soon, Jungkook was our commander, he was... He was fierce. He still is fierce. But this world is fucked up...” Jin looked back at you with melancholy. “Greedy people and money, we were framed, Jungkook tried taking the blame, Hoseok and Yoongi didn’t let him, so they all did time together, two years.”  You were shocked, you couldn’t imagine Jungkook in jail, especially for something he hadn’t done. “Eventually Philip came along, made a deal with the devil and they were pardoned.” He finished.  “Philip helped them?” You asked.  “Not without a price.” He mused.  “They trust Philip, though.” You argued.  Jin was silent for a few minutes, and the silence was enough to make you think Jin had a different opinion.  “You don’t.” You looked back down at the bullet in your hand.  “Ah, well, I don’t trust anyone but the seven of us. Besides, a man with that influence can only have one objective in mind.” He slowly got up. “And what is that?” You questioned, laying back down.  “Money.” He finished, eyes focused on yours.  You took a deep breath, holding the bullet firm in your palm.  “Get some rest, tomorrow I’ll give you a tour around the place.” He smiled at you before turning on his heels.  And he was out of the room. You sighed, thinking of everything Jin had said. He was a calm man, but smart, you could tell. You had met many men that were like Jin and knew that he was smarter than he seemed. Soon, you closed your eyes, trying to get some more rest.  You woke up to someone coming to check on you, eyes blinking as you looked up.  “Hobi.” You whispered, he looked down at you, a guilty smile on his cut lips. You would see the bruise around his left eye.   “Hey... You should sleep some more, I just came to check on you.” He stated, looking back up at your IV.  “I’m sorry.” You said, and he stopped moving, pursing his lips and looking back at you.  “What are you even sorry for?” He asked.  You gulped.  “None of this would have happened if I hadn’t asked for privacy.” Hoseok nodded, sitting back on the bed and looking down at his hand.  “Even if I understand why you’re apologizing, you still have nothing to be sorry for, my job is to protect you and assess any possible danger, I made a bad call when I allowed you to be alone with that woman, too hung up on the fact we were at Red Hawk, a place I deemed safe.” He started, and you sighed, silence taking over for a while. “It’s not the first time Jungkook and I throw fists at each other, you know?” He looked at you, a nostalgic smile on his face. You smiled back at him.  “He’ll get over it, I’m sure.” He said getting up and taking your hand. “Thank you for having my back... I’m really sorry.” He said with sincerity in his words. You nodded and watched as he walked out of the room.  Seamore was like an underground bunker, only it was as large as a mall. White tile covered walls with led white lights and metal bars all over the place. You walked slowly as you dragged your IV with you, looking around the open space. Jin walked beside you in silence.  “How did you even build his?” You asked after a while. Jin chuckled, and you looked at him.  “I didn’t... It was already here when I bought it, it used to be an underground military base for the Russians back in the ‘70s, I only renovated it.” He said, both hands resting behind his back as he followed your pace.  “I want to ask how you all even have the money for this, but I’m afraid to.” You said, chuckling. There was no point in asking, really. You knew that whatever means they went through to get money, probably wasn’t legal.  “I’m sure you wouldn’t be pleased with that information.” He quirked a brow, and you smiled at him. “Here, let me show you my favorite place around here.” He leads the way. You followed, curious.  When you walked through the metal door there laid a fully equipped industrial kitchen. A cooking island in the middle and even a freezer. “Cooking is my form of therapy, I enjoy learning new recipes.” He said as he leaned both hands against the metal table in the middle.  “I can’t even remember the last time I cooked, probably back home, with my mother.” You said as you made your way around, looking at all the cooking utensils and such.  “Ah, yes, home.” He leaned back on the sink and looked at you, waiting.  You looked back at him, understanding he wanted you to talk about it. You sighed.  “It was a normal home, as normal as it could be for the president’s daughter. My mother helped me with my homework, my father and I would go to baseball games occasionally. Sometimes it all rushed back that he was in charge of a whole country. I had to hear republicans talk about him as if he were the worst person ever.” You said, crossing your arms and leaning against the wall. Jin quirked an eyebrow, curious. “But that also brought Thomas into my life, he was with me all day every day, I saw him as this uncle figure, you know?” You smiled and Jin sighed. You didn’t even notice your eyes watering. “He’s dead now... He died on our way to camp.” You wiped the tears that started flowing down.  “And how many more people died?” Jin asked. You looked up at him, the question taking you by surprise.  “I-I I’m not s-sure. I know that  the men at the house died trying to protect me, then the people at camp died, I was, I was in the helicopter when they struck, I never even saw anyone’s face.” You were looking at the cemented floor as you remembered all the people that had died because of you, your hand coming up to your lips to silence your crying.  Jin was silent as he took in your reaction. He tilted his head to the side. “You think this is your fault.” It wasn’t a question.  You didn’t say anything, just cried in silence.  “Y/N, do you understand that those people didn’t die because of you?” He asked, and you looked up at him, shaking your head in denial.  “They died trying to protect m-me.” You said.  “Yes, they did. But they didn’t die because they were protecting you, that was their everyday job, they died because someone gave the order.” Jin pulled away from the sink and slowly walked your way. He put his hands in his pockets. “People only die when someone wants them killed, and unless you gave the order, you’re not at fault.” He said, and you swallowed, pursing your lips.  “Jin, I think that’s enough shrink playing for the day.” Your head shot in the direction of the door where you were met with the familiar white hair.  “Ah, Yoongi, glad of you to join us.” Jin smiled, “I was about to make breakfast.” He finished with a small smile on his lips.  Yoongi ignored the man and walked to the black coffee machine, taking two mugs from beneath the sink and serving. You dried your face with the back of your hand. Yoongi walked to you and handed you one of the mugs.  “Come on, let’s go see the boys.” He said, and you nodded, looking at Jin that was now folding his sleeves up his arm.  You walked with Yoongi in silence before he broke it.  “I think we should train you when you’re healed.” He said, and you looked at him in a silent question. He eyed you.  There was this dark aura about Yoongi that you didn’t notice for the first few days. He was more serious than the other man, almost as serious as Jungkook.  “We don’t know when another situation like that can happen so, it’s better to teach you the basics of self-defense, maybe teach you how to shoot.” He brought the mug up to his lips, taking a sip.  You watched closely as you saw his jaw move. It wasn’t a secret to you that all men in the unit were undoubtedly attractive, but other than Jungkook, Yoongi had a small effect on you. “How does Jungkook feel about this?” You asked, turning the corner as you made your way to wherever the boys were.  “He accepted, we can start basic training the day after tomorrow, wouldn’t want any of your wounds opening.” He turned his face and smirked, probably teasing you about the moments before you were attacked. You rolled your eyes. There was always a boyish way to them, it was refreshing.  As you finally reached the room where the boys were gathered, you noticed it looked more like a lounge. Taehyung was the first to see you, a wide smile spreading across his face as he got up and met you halfway.  “How are you feeling, birdie?” He ruffled your hair, making you chuckle.  “A little sore, but I’m ok.” You smiled back at him, eyes looking at Jimin.  “Glad you’re ok, Raven.” He smiled briefly and nodded. Smiling back you made your way to the couches they were seated at, noticing Hobi looking at you quietly.  “Hey Hobi...” You smiled at him. “Mind if I sit next to you?” He lifted his eyebrows and shook his head and you took a seat, the rest of them settling down and you noticed Jungkook wasn’t there, looking around.  “He said he had some things to take care of because of the delay.” Yoongi noticed your silent question and answered while he sat down on the couch opposite to you. “He left before the sun came up, he’ll be here soon.” You pursed your lips and nodded.  “So, you’re going to become part of the Unit I heard.” It was Jimin who started the small talk.  You chuckled.  “I don’t think Jungkook is going to find it easy to teach me how to be violent.” You laughed.  “Who said anything about Jungkook?” Yoongi questioned and you looked at him. “Jungkook sucks at teaching, me on the other hand...” He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning in. “I’m the Master.” He smirked and the boys all started laughing, making fun of him, even Hoseok. “Yeah, if you call slapping the shit out of newbies when they get on your nerves,” Hoseok commented.  “Or making them stand naked in the rain for five hours.” A voice came from the door and Jin was coming is with a cart of food. Everyone laughed, and you were curious, wanting to know more.  “Shut up, I was just teaching them that life won’t be kind to them when they fuck up.” Jin hummed, sitting down next to Yoongi and setting the plated on the coffee table in front of the couches.  “Something life isn’t kind even when you don’t fuck up,” Jin said, and Yoongi rolled his eyes.  “Yeah, well, those fuckers wouldn’t last a day in Jail.” He retorted, starting to pile up an empty plate with scrambled eggs, bacon, and bread.  You pursed your lips yet again, this time wanting to know more about their time in jail.  “How long did you guys do time?” You asked, not making eye contact, and the room went silent. They exchanged knowing glanced before deciding on answering.  “Enough to not ever want to go back.” It was Hoseok that answered, you hummed.  “Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad,” Yoongi said with humor in his voice.  Hoseok scoffed, leaning in and also filling his plate.  “Speak for yourself, I hated that place, wasn’t meant for me.” He shook his head. “You, on the other hand, fit right in.” The surrounding boys all laughed and started eating the food Jin had prepared.  “How about Jungkook?” You asked taking a grape and popping it into your mouth. You looked at Yoongi and he quirked an eyebrow. Looking at Jin, he nodded.  ‘Well... Although Hoseok here thinks I fit in with criminals, Jungkook on the other hand." He paused. “Let’s just say he can be intimidating.” He looked up at you.  “You’re all intimidating in my opinion.” You said.  “Wait, even me?” Hobi looked surprised, pointing at his own chest.  You nodded, and the boy’s laughed.  “But, I have to admit... Jungkook is... He has a darkness inside of him like there is a part no one can reach, like a part of him he shows to no one, not even to you guys.” You only noticed what you had said after you finished, looking up to see all eyes on you.  “Guess she really is becoming one of us, she notices it too.” It was Jimin’s turn to talk, chucking bitterly as he did so. You chewed on another grape, feeling a tad bit uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation.  “Was... Was everyone afraid of him in jail?” You wanted to change the subject.  “Afraid is an understatement. Some people wanted him to become some sort of leader in there,” Hoseok said.  “Honestly, I think he was a great leader. Too bad he went to isolation for two weeks after he battled.” Yoongi shrugged.  “Hm?” You furrowed your brows, not understanding.  “Isolation, man, jail sucks, but being isolated from society for two whole weeks? Drives a dude mad, I still remember the look in his eyes when he came out.” Hoseok set his plate back down, shaking his head.  “But why did he have to go to isolation in the first place?” You asked.  “Well, even if he didn’t want to become a leader, the one in place heard that some inmates wanted to choose a new one and decided to challenge Jungkook, like, a fight of sorts.” Yoongi started. “Son of a bitch said there was going to be a fight in the court after lunch. Even the officers were in on it, can’t say authority liked us, but they didn’t tell us that the dude had a weapon.” Your eyes bulged. “We knew that there was no way of getting out of it, so he decided to fight, pretty confident in his body to body engage, middle of the fight, he gets stabbed in the torso.” Both hands come up to your mouth in shock.  “H-how... Did he lose?” You questioned, and Yoongi shook his head. “Then how d-did he win?” Yoongi opened his mouth to answer but was cut off.  “I continued fighting with the thing sticking out of me...” All eyes shot to the owner of the voice, standing in the entrance, hands crossed over his chest. He was in all black, like the last time you had seen him at Red Hawk. Taking a step forward, he continued. “Managed to bring him down, straddled him, using my knee on his chest to make sure he stayed down, took the improvised knife out of me and stabbed him in the throat, the officers were only able to immobilize me when I knew he was dead.” He finished, standing now at the end of the couch, eyes roaming through the people in the room.  “Way to be explicit at breakfast, Jungkook.” Jimin rolled his eyes, putting his plate down, not feeling his appetite. “Pussy.” He teased, and the tense atmosphere that had settled at his arrival dissipated.  “How’d it go?” Yoongi asked, resuming his eating. You avoided looking at Jungkook, unable to hide the heat in your cheeks at all the conversations you had had about him and the very live memory of you both in the shower.  “We’re good, spoke to Namjoon and he said we have an opening in two weeks, we can start with her training in the meantime, won’t get us too far, but at least somewhere.” He spoke and Yoongi nodded. “How are you feeling?” He looked at you.  “G-good, yeah...” You stuttered. “Jin took me for a walk.” You smiled weakly, and he hummed. Something was off, Jungkook was being all too dry all of a sudden.  “Ok, good, you should get some rest, we’re starting training tomorrow despite your wounds, we don’t have much time.” He put his hands in his pockets, the boys suddenly quiet.  “Ok.” Was all you answered, a little disappointed.  “The rest of you, back to work, procrastinating time is over.” He said a little more stern, and the boys started to move. You watched as even Jin was gathering the things and slowly they all exited the room quietly, you and Jungkook being the last ones there. You looked up at him, his eyes trained on your small figure, the IV still by your side.  “Was that necessary?” You asked him and sighed.  “What do you mean?” He questioned, no change in his demeanor.  You turned your body in his direction.  “We were having a conversation and eating breakfast, you could have waited a little longer.” You said, and Jungkook shifted in his spot.  “Oh, I’m sorry, did I interrupt your brunch time, Miss President?” He said, sarcastically.  ”Whoa, what was that for?" You furrowed your brows.  “In case you forgot, we’re in the middle of a manhunt, the ‘man’ being you, unless you want to live we can’t forget what we are here for.” He argued.  “Yeah, Jungkook, I get it, but I could use a little normal every once in a while.” You argued back.  “Normal? Did you completely forget you were almost killed?” He raised his voice.  “No, I didn’t, but I wasn’t killed Jungkook, I’m still alive, I’m right here.” You raised yours.  “I saw you die!” He yelled. You went quiet.  Yes, Jin had told you that your heart had stopped, he saved the details.  “You were dead, gone, flatlined.” He went on. You looked down. “I saw you white, lifeless and drenched in your own blood before they brought you back.” He was short of breath. You swallowed, looking up at him again.  “How many times am I going to have to apologize? I told you I was sorry, I made a mistake and I’m sorry I put you through that.” Your voice was softer than you intended and his shoulders relaxed.  “I just...” He started but shook his head.  “You what Jungkook?” You stood, taking two steps towards him.  “Nothing, I need us to focus on this mission and make sure nothing like that happens again, our priority is to keep you alive.” He looked away, and you stretched your arm, resting your hand on top of his, he stilled.  “Ok.” You answered him, reassuring him that you were going to do your best, he looked up at you, the space between you both closing with each second.  “I need to go check on the... The weapons we have for training.” He cleared his throat and took a step back, turning his back to you and leaving you alone in the silent room.  Something had certainly changed between you and Jungkook, and the following week had only proven that.  There had been no more intimate interactions if anything, Jungkook had been avoiding you at all costs, not staying alone with you more than necessary, instead assigning Jimin to be the one to watch over you when you weren’t training body to body combat with Yoongi or with anyone else. You had grown closer to the others, waking up early in the morning and always cooking breakfast with Jin, you all made it a habit to eat together in the lounge, Jungkook would join but stay quiet, not partaking in the conversation and although it bothered you, you didn’t want to push him.  Your wounds were healing perfectly, and Hoseok was the one helping you with physical therapy every afternoon before and after training. You found yourself very fond of him, noticing just how warm-hearted and kind Hoseok was.  The evenings were Taehyung’s shifts, where he always had a bottle of something hidden under his jacket and you two would talk about mundane things while you shared a drink before Jimin came to get you back to your room, where he usually stayed until you fell asleep.  You knew Jungkook took over after that; you had woken up one night and noticed him sitting on the chair next to your bed looking into that black little notebook he always had with him, you just shut your eyes and went back to sleep, wanting to say so much but being too tired to do so.  Today was the first day you’d be spending alone time with Jungkook.  Now that your shoulder wound was practically healed you were going to have your first shooting lesson and Jungkook was the best shooter.  Making your way to meet with Yoongi, you stopped at the door and thanked Hoseok for walking with you and you stepped into the small training room where you stopped in your spot, noticing that Yoongi wasn’t alone. Both heads turned your way.  God, why did they have to be so attractive and lethal at the same time?  “Jungkook... What are you doing here?” You asked, clearing your throat and starting to walk yet again.  “Just wanted to watch and see how you improved, if your shoulder is hanging on to, and how we can start with the shooting today.” You eyed Yoongi, that teasing smirk on his lips that you kinda hated but loved was there. “Go ahead.” He walked towards one of the chairs and sat down. “Hey there, princess.” He teased you.  Princess had become a pet name you hated, Yoongi only used it when he wanted to get on your nerves.  “Don’t start, you ass.” You rolled your eyes and started to tie your hair.  “Or what?” He eyed Jungkook from his peripheral vision. “Gonna ask your boyfriend to kick my ass?” He whispered so only you could hear. You clenched your jaw.  “Might just do it myself.” You retorted.  That was Yoongi’s cue, and he came forward, both hands headed for your throat before he could even reach it you did exactly what you were taught, both hands coming from the side and slamming down onto his arms before you turned and faked him in the throat.  “Good!” Yoongi praised. “That was a lot better.” After what seemed like ten minutes of you both going through routines, Jungkook stood up.  “Are you two both done warming up?” He asked in a stern voice.  You looked at him, brows furrows and chest heaving up and down.  “W-What do you mean?” You asked, and Yoongi crossed his arms.  “All I saw was you showing her exactly what you were going to do and giving her time to remember her moves.” He sounded irritated. “You went slow and we know that if this were real situations she probably wouldn’t de doing so well.” You opened your mouth to argue, but Yoongi beat you to it.  “Jungkook, she’s a civilian, she doesn’t know hand to hand combat, and she had a week of training, I think she’s doing pretty good.” He argued.  “I want to see how she’d handle it without you being so gentle.” He crossed his arms, demanding. “Jungkook, I don’t think-“ Yoongi started, but you interrupted. “No, he’s right... People out there won’t be gentle, they’ll be trying to kill me.” You looked at Yoongi and you saw dread on his face, he didn’t want to hurt you.  “Jungkook should do it.” You said, looking at the man.  Jungkook uncrossed his arm, eyes slightly bulged.  “I trust that he’ll know when to stop.” He pursed his lips, jaw clenching, and sighed, rolling up his shirt.  “Fine.” He said, getting in front of you, you turned to face him.  “Ok, should we at least set a safe-“ He didn’t let you finish, launching his body forward and soon his hand was around your neck, pushing your body to the ground, harshly, your head hitting the floor. You saw Yoongi take a step forward, but he stopped himself.  “And you’re dead,” Jungkook said, hand still wrapped around your throat, but loose. “This is what I was talking about, if keep going ea-“ You hit his hand with your elbow, making him lose his balance and fall forward, quickly, you rolled on the floor, straddling him and putting your hand around his throat, but never pressing.  Jungkook took a few seconds to react, chest rising and falling as he looked at you.  All of a sudden you were too aware of the position and the way his eyes went dark didn’t help. His hand slowly came up and gripped at your writs, pressing as his thumb gently rubbed up and down. You wanted to give in; you wanted to submit and to show just how something as stupid as this was enough to have you keen to him, but you were mad at him. No, you were absolutely pissed at him for avoiding you for a whole week, regardless of his fears, just ignoring the fact that both of you were intimate a week ago and acting as nothing happened.  Your features softened when you heard Yoongi shuffle uncomfortably in the room. You got up quickly, patting your clothes and looking at Yoongi and back at Jungkook who remained on the floor.  “Maybe Yoongi should try.” You suggested and the white-haired boy’s eyes went wide-eyed, looking at Jungkook on the floor and even if you didn’t see the man’s reaction Yoongi quickly shook his head.  “I uh, I think you two should just go on without me, we only have twenty minutes left anyway, so, go on.” He put both hands in his pocket and slowly made his way out of the room.  You stood there sighing before you suddenly heard Jungkook behind you. “Listen, Jungkook...” You turned around and stopped talking when you noticed just how close he was. He quirked an eyebrow.  “Yes?” He asked. You swallowed, taking a small step back.  “Look...” You tried to think of better ways to say what you wanted to say without sounding like an infatuated teenager. “If... If you want to ignore what happened between us that is completely ok by me, but, it would have been nice to have a heads up before I’m being ignored by the guy that fucked me a week ago.” You looked at him, breathing in.  Bringing his lower lip into his mouth, Jungkook broke eye contact, chuckling bitterly.  “I’m sorry if I’m focused on keeping you alive rather than have sit-downs to talk about us.” You felt a sting in your chest, silence filling the room for a while before you looked down and spoke. “Is that what this is, then? It’s just a mission and you’re conveniently attracted to me?” You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling small. He went quiet, and you swallowed, not needing him to answer, yet... You refused to believe his silence.  “You know what, I think you’re full of shit.” You said, and he furrowed his brows in confusion. “Yeah, I think you care about me, more than just a mission and even if I’m not sure why you’re acting the way you are and being indifferent, I think you should be as tough with me as you are with the rest of the world because right now, you look like a fucking coward.” You gave him a weak smile."I think you’re scared. And honestly, so am I... I’m so fucking scared Jungkook, not just for me, but for you, and for the boys. What if something happened to them because of me, what if someone else dies because of me?" You looked up at him and his eyes went soft. “How about after? I have no idea what’s going to happen and I honestly don’t want to think about it... But I have to do this, there isn’t any other choice...” You breathed in, trying to hold in your tears. “I would just like it if instead of making this harder... You’d just make it easier.” You looked back at him again. You shook your head when he didn’t answer and walked out of the room frustrated. You weren’t surprised when instead of Jungkook showing up for your first shooting lesson; it was Jin.  The first class went smoothly, you learned the basics and Jin was rather patient with you like he always was. As the night rolled in you all got ready for dinner and once again Jungkook wasn’t there, you sighed when you noticed his absence and Yoongi gave you an empathetic look while you just smiled at him weakly and ate while the boys started to argue about something like they usually did.  After dinner, you walked back to your room with Jimin and as you approached; you saw Yoongi by the door.  “Hey, Chim, I’ll take over today,” Yoongi said and Jimin furrowed his brows.   “You sure, Jungkook said-“ “I know what Jungkook said, you’re dismissed, I’ll take it from here.” He cut the boy short and Jimin shrugged before saying goodnight and walking to his room. You looked at Yoongi in confusion and he smiled down at you before he showed what was hidden under his jacket. A bottle of bourbon. You chuckled, shaking your head. “I thought you might want to talk after today.” He shrugged.  “Did you change places with Taehyung? He’s the one that usually tried to get me drunk.” You smiled and opened your door, making your way in while Yoongi followed.  “Well, I just didn’t get to spend my designated time with you an as much as I hate to admit it, I kind of missed your ass.” He smiled and sat at the chair next to your bed.  You walked towards the small locker where you kept your clothes.  “Missed me, huh?” You laughed.“ Are you gonna fight big bad Jungkook for taking me away from you?” You teased, and he rolled his eyes.  As you slowly slid off your pants and pulled your shirt up, Yoongi cleared his throat and turned around. You looked back, laughing when you noticed. “Oh, please, like you even care, if I remember correctly you were peaking the first time we met.” You finally put on some comfortable clothes and crawled in bed. Yoongi turned back to you, cheeks slightly red. You laughed at him.  “God, who would have known all of you killers would be so soft.” You shook your head and extended your arm, pointing at the bottle. Yoongi gave it to you after taking a swing. He made a face and handed you the bottle.  “Yeah, well, who would have known you weren’t such a spoiled rich girl after all.” He teased back. Taking a drink, you felt the alcohol burn down your throat, coughing afterward.  “You need to teach Jungkook how to be soft.” You said after you recuperated from your coughing.  “Jungkook is just difficult... He has his soft side.” Yoongi said.  “I know he does, I guess I’ve seen a bit of it before he stopped liking me.” You shook your head and took another sip. “Y/N, he didn’t stop liking you, come on.” He reasoned with you.  “I don’t know, Yoongi... He changed. I don’t know what it is... I wish I could understand, you know? It would be less painful.” You looked down at the bottle. “It’s not even about being rejected, I can accept that, it’s just the lack of communication, not understanding him, not knowing what troubles him and why one moment he looks at me like I’m everything and the next he looks at me like I’m just... A mission.” You looked at Yoongi and he had an understanding look in his eyes.  “You should get some sleep, It’s been a long day.” Yoongi takes the bottle from your hand and you nod, getting comfortable. It was quiet for a while before you broke the silence.  “Yoongi?” You called, and he hummed. “I really like him.” You said in a sleepy voice, mind drifting off to sleep after a few moments of silence.  You don’t how long you were asleep before you heard the door open, it was unusual for you to wake up, but maybe the alcohol had made your sleep lighter than usual.  “Why did you trade places with Jimin?” You heard Jungkook’s voice. He was talking low in the dark room. Yoongi sighed.  “Just wanted to spend some time with her, she could use a little normal.” The other answered quietly.  “You don’t break protocol without talking to me first, do you understand?” Jungkook sounded irritated.  “Jungkook, we’re safe, I’d bet my life on it,” Yoongi argued. You tried your best to be quiet and pretend you were asleep. Jungkook was silent for a few seconds.  “Are you in love with her, is that it?” Jungkook questioned and even you were surprised by it.  “Oh, fuck you, Jungkook, you don’t get to do that,” Yoongi said bitterly. You could hear the slight drunkenness in his voice. “You don’t get to act possessive or jealous when everyone can see you’re the one pushing her away.” He finished and you could hear the bottle moving. “I care about her just like I care about every single person in this unit, excuse me if I refuse to treat her as a mission and instead as a human.” Your heart constricted at his words. Everything went quiet, and you wondered if they had left for a second before you heard Jungkook sigh.  “I’m just trying to stay focused, I don’t want to make any mistakes, I can’t afford it.” It was the first time in a while you felt like Jungkook’s words were raw.  “There is no point in bubble wrapping her like this if by the end of the mission there are no feelings left to even cultivate, bro.” Yoongi’s voice went lower.  You heard him getting up and walking towards the door.  “Just make sure you’re balancing things, you’re also human, we all are.” Yoongi finally said before you heard the door and the room fell silent. You heard him moving and finally sitting down on the chair where he usually does when you’re asleep. At least five minutes of silence went by. “I am scared.” He spoke, breaking the silence in the room. His voice was low, vulnerable. “I’m scared that if I blink, I’ll see you in my arms again, fighting to stay alive.” He paused, and you breathed in. “I’m scared that if I blink, you’ll be dead, and I promised I’d keep you safe.” You could hear the same pain in his voice from the day you woke up. “I’m so fucking scared that after this is over I’ll go back to being a shadow, someone you don’t know.” You rolled over to look at him, he tilted his head in your direction, unphased by your opened eyes looking at him “I have no idea why I feel this way, but we don’t choose what we feel, all I know is that I can’t stay away from you or stop thinking about you for one second and it scares the shit out of me.” He shook his head and looked down.  “Jungkook...” You started, and he looked at you.  “I’m scared that if I don’t focus on your safety, I’ll lose you and I can’t lose you.” He broke eye contact. “But how can I focus? How can I be aware of my surroundings when all I want is to look at you, touch you, kiss you?” You started squirming on the bed at his words. “How can I even focus when I can still remember how you smell? How you look under me?” He sighed. “I’m scared I’m going to fuck this up because there isn’t a second that goes by that I don’t wish we could go back to that bathroom and relive those moments again and again.” He finished. “Jungkook...” You spoke again, and he lifted his eyes. “Please... Please, kiss me.” You begged.  Jungkook stood up and quickly leaned over your body, one hand coming up to brush the hair out of your face and gently caress down the side of your cheek before he leaned in, nose brushing yours. You wish you could say you hated how keen you were towards him, sitting up and closing your eyes when his lips gently touched yours. A small gasp left your lips, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in and deepen the kiss. Your body immediately reacted, a soft whimper escaping you, and Jungkook was pulling back, nose still touching yours and eyes trained on your mouth.  “The things I want to do to you.” He whispered, closing his eyes and grazing the tip of his nose up and down yours before he was trailing down your neck, your body erupting in goosebumps as your nipples hardened under your loose shirt. “Tell me I can, tell me I can do everything to you, anything.” He whispered against your skin, lips touching your neck softly and you couldn’t control your body as you leaned into him for more.  “A-anything, please...” You whispered back, and that was enough confirmation he needed before he slipped one hand under your shirt, rough fingers tracing up your stomach and not wasting time before he cupped your breasts and started a slow yet sensual massage on them, you arched into his touch soft moans coming out of you.  “I love how sensitive you are to me.” He whispered against your neck, teeth biting into it softly as his fingers played with your nipples. “Do you know how much I wanted to fuck you in that training room?” He asked, kissing up and down your neck while his hand moves to the other breast. “You on top of me like that... I couldn’t stop picturing you riding me all day.” He pinched your nipple harder, and you jolted in our place, moaning at the pain. “I had to go hide in my room and jerk off to make sure I could function for the rest of the day.” The thought alone was enough to get you aching if you hadn’t been already the moment he kissed you, you could feel the way your heart was hot and aching already. He took in a deep breath, sliding his hand back down slowly and making you open your legs to give him access to where you wanted him.  “That’s one of the things that make me go crazy... Anything you do makes me want to shove you against a wall, a floor, a bed and fuck it out of my system.” He said between clenched teeth, hand reaching the hem of your underwear. “But how can I ever be focused like that? When I’m thinking about you cumming around me like that day again and again?” He pulled his head back, looking at you, and you opened your hazy eyes to look at him. He stopped his hand and went quiet, head tilting slightly before he breached the hem and slid his fingers down your folds. You threw your head back when his fingers reached your entrance, unaware of just how wet you were before his brows furrowed in agony. “Soaking. Fucking soaking.” He quickly brought his hand out from your underwear and slid his drenched fingers into his mouth. The whole sight had you fluttering and biting on your lower lip to keep you from whining. When he brought his fingers out, his eyes were dark, pupils were blown out completely and you shivered in your spot. Suddenly he was leaning back, manhandling you down the bed as he settled between your legs, pushing your thighs apart quickly and without giving you time to process, he pushed your underwear to the side and dived into you, tongue lapping up your folds.  You arched your back, a strangled moan leaving you as your thighs began to shake. It had been so long since someone went down on you and fuck was Jungkook doing a good job.  He was like a starved man, wanting to have his face between your legs ever since that day in the tent, he worked his tongue up and don your folds before he focused on your clit, tongue licking it softly and alternating to sucking on it. You were already so close to your edge that you started clawing at his hair, breathing harshly as you tried to make him stop.  “J-Jungkook, s-stop, I’m gonna cum.” You tried to keep your voice down, but you were far too gone to control your volume. If you wanted him to stop by saying that, it only had the opposite effect because Jungkook was doubling his effort. Mouth closing around our clit to suck and lick and finally bring you over the edge. You shook violently, eyes shutting closed as your mouth opened and strings of whimpers and moans left them, you latched your hand over it and bit down, trying to control them but Jungkook was only making you moan louder as, even after you had cum, he continued to suck on your clit, making you wince at the overstimulation. When you whined and tried to push him away, he pulled back, sitting up. You opened your hazy eyes looking at him, his chin was wet with your release and his lips were swollen deliciously. His eyes were dangerous and only made you want him more and before you could open your mouth to ask him you were shut up by his mouth on yours, tasting your own release on his tongue and whimpering, he pulled back, eyeing you.  “Do you taste yourself?” He whispered with a velvet toned voice. “Do you taste just how delicious you are?” Your hands came down and started palming him over his pants, noticing just how strained his erection was in it. You whined, aching for him. “F-fuck me... Please.” You begged and Jungkook smirked, pleased with your desperation. You whined again, pressing your palm down harder into his erection, making him groan.  “Fuck...” He cursed, biting on his lower lip to keep in his sounds. He leaned back, pulling his shirt over his head, and the sight had your mouth watering yet again. His toned abs and honey-kissed skin were sinful You could see the slight scars he carried and your fingers twitched with a desire to trace them.  Slowly and patiently, he reached down with one hand, undoing his pants and shoving them down enough to free his erection. He looked down at it, pumping it a few times and looking up at you. You brought both your hands up, pulling his face down into yours and kissing him gently. His tongue was soft against yours, tender. And suddenly you felt his tip against your entrance. A gasp escaped you as he pushed in. His length girthy and the slight burn it made you feel was delicious. He panted above you, clearly as affected as you. For a few moments he didn’t move, just allowing you to adjust before he slowly started pulling out and pushing back all the way in, bottoming out. Your back arched once more, feeling him so deep inside of you was overwhelming. Grabbing both your hands and pinning them above your head, he interlocked your fingers, hips grinding slowly into you and starting a torturous sensual pace. He rested his forehead against yours, lust-driven eyes looking back into your hazy ones as he fucked into you slowly. The drag of his erection inside of you was making your walls clench hard around him each time and soon it was getting harder for him to keep his sounds in as low breathy groans started to escape him. Soon, the room started to get hot, your skin feeling damp as you noticed the prickles of sweat on him, his pace starting to pick up as he the pleasure become too strong to control.  “You drive me insane.” He pulled back, leaning on one hand and holding your hip with his other.  In a bold move, you gripped his hand, pulling it upwards to rest around your throat. His eyes bulged slightly as he moves, but soon, they became dangerous.  “Little dove, little dove... Who would have known such a fragile girl could be so dirty.” He smirked before he slammed his hips into you, making you buck and moan loudly. “If you wanted to be fucked like a slut, all you had to do was ask.” He trusted hard once again, hitting deep inside of you and making you unable to control the volume of your moans. His grip tightened around your throat, making your body start to build up your release without you wanting to. You clenched hard around him and he groaned at the tightness.  “You’re going to cum again, already?” He started a fast pace into you, pelvis slamming against your ass and filling the room with lewd noises that surely could be heard throughout the hall. You felt the high approach you and Jungkook shook his head, an evil smirk on his lips as he panted above you. “If you want to cum again, you’ll have to beg.”  The dominance was sudden but welcomed. You felt at his mercy and you opened your mouth, voice hoars and weak.  “P-please, m-may I cum?” You begged.  “That was pathetic, little dove, you can do better than that.” He groaned when a rather delicious drag rubbed him just right. “Shit...” He cursed out, biting down on his lower lips.  “Please, Jungkook, please, please... let me cum around you, let me clench and make a mess all over you.” You closed your eyes to try to hold back your orgasm, and you felt his grip tighten around your throat.  “Fuck... Cum, cum with me.” And you gasped, body shaking violently under him before your vision turned white, high-pitched moans and arched back as your walls spasming and gushes of your release coating him while he fucked in and out of you until he stilled, twitching deep inside of you as he released and coated your walls. His groans were deep, breathy, and he rode out his and your orgasm before he stopped completely, letting his head hang on his shoulder and catch his breath. You looked up at him, eyes barely open and mouth swollen from how hard you bit on it. He shifted, falling beside you on the bed and closing his eyes while he still struggled to breathe.  You turned your head in his direction and he turned to you, opening his eyes and looking deeply into yours. You breathed in, nervous.  “I don’t know what’s going to happen... But, I really like you Jungkook and I know it’s dangerous, but I trust you with everything in me, as stupid as that sounds.” You chuckled. “I trust that you’ll always put my safety first, but please, don’t push me away.” You swallowed, and he sighed, hand coming up to reach for your cheeks and caress you while he was silent.  “I’m sorry.” He said, leaning in to catch your lips and kiss you softly.  You shook your head, smiling against him.  “It’s ok... Just don’t do it again.” You asked, and it was his turn to chuckle. You bit your lower lip, cheeks flushed as you looked at him. His pupils dilating at the sight.  “You’re going to be the death of me.” You reached the end of chapter three!  I just wanted to leave this here! It was a cover made by RU`s number one fan @minalovessaruma​ and I can’t say how thankful I am for her. She has always been RU’s number one hyper and I just love that she went out of her way to make this little piece along with two others! Special thank you to Mina! Much love! - May.

#themfchase #smut #mature #fanfic #fic #imagine #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jeon #jk #reader #female #btssmut #jungkook x reader #raven unit #smutcentralnet #btsmutcentral