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Sway Me More | Mafia!Jungkook (M)

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x Assassin!OC

Part 2: Sway With Me (M) / Part 3: Sway Me Smooth

Requested: Anonymous:

“ ok i think i got something. i was thinking e2l mafia leader!jk and assassin!oc. they're always competing on killing the same enemies and oc beats kook to it everytime but plot twist he's actually sleeping w oc in secret, his gang doesn't know that she basically does the dirty work for him. maybe a scene where jk is busy in his office and feels something is off and he and oc pull guns on one another but its just a form of power play bc that's their relationship. dirty talk, oral male receiving, reverse cowgirl in his office chair, choking, little bit of degradation bc one of the victims oc had to seduce but kook calls her his little slut bc he's possessive like that and they both just have lots of tattoos and piercings. maybe some light bondage too? he ties her hands and the petname sweetness? i love that shit sm. ok i'm out of ur hair now fksks ”

Genre: Mafia!Jungkook, BTS mafia au, Smut, humor, e2l, angst, pining.

Length: 15,664k Words

Warnings: Strong language, lots of violence, minor deaths, guns, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, squirting, overstimulation, orgasm denial, dirty talk, BDSM(?), degradation kink, praise kink, light bondage, choking, breath play, spanking, rough sex (if you couldn’t tell), possessive!jungkook, Mr. and Mrs. Smith vibes.

A/N:

1. Not sure if this counts as a Song Fic, but this ask immediately made me think of Sway With Me by Saweetie and GALAXARA hence the title so that was on repeat haha (Stream Birds of Prey: The Album and Stay Gold for clear skin!!).

2. I didn’t mean to make the OC that crazy she just kinda was. Like honestly I don’t know what happened at the end there. Also, I thought it would be a fun dynamic for them to only refer to each other by last names. (Y/L/N)

3. Shouts out to this anon for being so specific! Writing this fic ruined my search history.

3.b You said a little bit of degradation, but I mighta over did it lol.

4. This is really fucking long. For no reason...I’m not sorry, it’s all worth it in the end. Please leave a comment, let me know what you think

Jungkook sat in the back seat of his black town car parked at the street corner, his eyes never leaving a specific window of the skyscraper adjacent to him. He watched as the piece of shit who meddled with his gang’s last drug deal canoodled with his lady friend in his apartment. Probably a hooker, he thought. This particular criminal to land on the mafia’s hit list, has been known to bring home many a sex worker.

He took a look at his Rolex and sighed; the man as slowly, but surely losing patience. They’ve been here for a good hour. A hit has never taken this long to complete for Jungkook’s team. He communicated his frustrations to his sniper, Taehyung, who was camped out in the building directly across from the apartments.

“When the fuck is this bitch gonna leave?” He grumbled through his earwig to his employee and friend. Taehyung laughs tiredly.

“Yeah, I’m asking myself the same thing. They’re not even fucking, they’ve been talking and kissing for like thirty minutes.” The sniper griped.

Jungkook chuckled, hearing the response in his ear. “Just stay sharp. Or you’re back on cockfight duty.”

Taehyung paused. “You wouldn’t.”

“Just focus, yeah?” Jungkook said, refocusing his binoculars to check on the couple in the apartment so that he could see them clearly. The bright lights in the room and the lack of curtains or shades helped him out immensely with that.

“Sure thing, boss.”

Jungkook could barely craft a response due to the shock that took over him at what happened next. He watched as the female sitting to the left of the target with her legs draped over his thighs, pulled a knife, seemingly out of her crotch, and stabbed the white collar criminal in the gut at lightning speed.

He lurched up in pain and grabbed at the knife only for his date to pull it out and stab him again, making deep eye contact all the while. She was obviously a strong woman to overpower a man of his burley stature. But why would she want to?

“What the fuck was that?” Jungkook asked immediately, continuing to watch the scene unfold carefully.

“Looks like his date just stabbed him.” Taehyung responded, just as confused as his superior.

“I can fucking see that, but why the fuck would the hooker kill him?” He raised his voice in annoyance. The murderous hooker finished the job, wiping her fingerprints off of the knife still lodged in the target's stomach and travelled to a nearby closet.

Jungkook watched, overcome with awe and confusion, as she returned with a duffle bag. And his jaw literally drops when he sees her pull white coveralls out of the duffle bag, put them on over her clothes and switch off the lights in the apartment, completely blocking Jungkook’s view.

“Fuck, what’s she doing now, Taehyung?” He asked quickly, knowing that the scope on his sniper had night vision.

“She’s...cleaning the apartment...and the body.”

So she’s done this before, Jungkook thought pensively.

“Do you recognize her?” He uttered, needing to know more about this woman immediately.

“Hell no, I would remember this bitch.” The gunman responds instantly.

“What the fuck is going on?” His boss muttered to himself and Taehyung took the liberty of answering him.

“She’s leaving.”

Jungkook cocked his head back in surprise. “Well that was fast.”

“You’re telling me...she’s making her way to the street. You want us to go after her?”

He thinks about it. No harm done, he figured.

“No, leave her be. Less mess for us.”

“Roger that.” Taehyung nodded and packed his things. Jungkook ordered his driver to take him home and they called it a very eventful day.

What Jungkook didn’t count on was encountering that same perpetrator again...and again. Ever since he came across this deadly woman the first time, it’s like he can’t escape her now. “The Hooker”, as the mafia were calling her, had killed three more of the names on their hit list of people who had crossed them...directly before Jungkook’s men got the chance to do it themselves.

And the fact that it didn’t affect the gang took a backseat to the amount of irritation it brought them and Jungkook for their victim to drop dead in front of them at the hands of someone else. It angered Jungkook because he didn’t know who she was or her motives. She was obviously dangerous and stealthy and could be coming for them next for all they knew. He knew he had to catch her and find out what she was about.

“Alright, guys. You know what to do.” Jungkook huffed to his men through his earpiece as they prepared to ambush a traitor of the gang. He had been on the run recently, selling mafia secrets and tonight the gang would put an end to him and soon, everyone he blabbed to.

After three days of following leads, they took to tracking and set out after him. Jungkook and his members followed the conspirator from a distance and three different sides in an attempt to corner him in the ominous dark of the night. They were closing in on the ex-gang member consistently and it all seemed to come to fruition when he shuffled into a dark alley.

This is too easy, the mafia boss thought enthusiastically to himself. Jungkook and six of his men sped up in pursuit, hoping to trap the imbecile before he realized he was a dead end. Finally, the group turned into the alley quickly, expecting to find a young man ready to shit his pants. Instead they found his slumped over corpse that had been propped up against a dumpster.

Jungkook’s spine straightened in astonishment. They literally just saw him walk into the alley and he just drops dead? Each of the men look around for who could have done this in possibly two minutes flat. The leader draws his gaze to the roof directly in front of him and grinds his teeth in anger at the sight in front of him. The Hooker from weeks ago stood above them with an amused smirk on her face in a black, hooded catsuit.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me!” He roared.

“Would you clean that up for me? Thanks.” She deflected playfully and took off in the opposite direction, jumping from one rooftop to another.

“Get her.” Jungkook said calmly, still looking at the spot where the woman was previously standing. He’s had enough of this nonsense and he would be getting answers.

The gang moves out immediately, splitting up in search of the murderer. Two of them take the firescape closest to them, while the remaining men circle around the buildings to cut her off eventually. In the meantime, Jungkook calms himself down and examines the body.

“How did she even do this?” He pulled a leather glove from his breast pocket and moved the head of the deceased to the right side, looking him over carefully. He promptly noticed bruising around his neck and blood on the crown of his head.

“She choked you out that fast...without making a sound?” He whispered, completely impressed, but absolutely irritated at the same time. He sighed, at a loss and took it upon himself to actually dispose of the body. He waited in the alley with his arms crossed, thinking of how he wanted to interrogate this possible threat.

His men communicated to him that the woman had seriously injured Jimin and Suga and that Hoseok and Jin would stay with them, but the good news was that they caught her and were on their way back.

“Wonderful.” He sighed sarcastically into his earpiece.

After thirty long minutes, Namjoon and Taehyung re-entered the alley, this time carrying their new victim by her arms, her hands restrained behind her back with the rope originally meant for the traitor. She struggled against their hold as they made their way in until she laid eyes on Jungkook.

She straightened slowly and walked with confidence, studying him thoughtfully as they passed the mafia leader and turned her to face him while forcing her to her knees. She winced slightly as her knee caps came in contact with the hard, wet ground.

The three of them watched carefully as the leader paced back and forth leisurely, his gaze focused on the puddles on the ground with his hand picking at nothing in particular on his lip. His train of thought was disrupted when the voice of the woman echoed through the alley.

“You gonna say something?” She scoffed impatiently. Jungkook turned to her slowly, revealing his dark, disapproving facial expression. He didn’t miss the flash of mischief in her eyes when they finally made eye contact.

“You incopacitated two of my men.” He started, continuing to walk back and forth in front of them with his hands behind his back.

“They were chasing me.” She shrugged.

Jungkook stopped in his tracks at the negligence of her tone. He turned on his heel to face his suspect with a serious face. “Who are you and why do you keep killing my targets?” he demanded, just wanting to get to the point of why they were here. A humored smile broke out across her face.

“Your targets? Someone’s a little full of themselves.” She giggled innocently.

“Tell me and I won’t take a hammer to both your shoulders.” He said smoothly looking deeply into her eyes making sure he got his point across.

Her cocky smirk dissipates but doesn't completely disappear.

“You don’t have a hammer.” she muttered to herself, thinking that the mafia leader couldn’t hear her. He just gave her a pointed look, silently telling her to continue. She licks her lips slowly while holding Jungkook’s stormy gaze.

“I was paid, you asshole.” She muttered.

“By who?”

“No one you and your goons need to worry about.” He sighed and looked up in frustration. “Why?”

The woman shook her head furiously. “Are you daft? It’s my job, obviously.”

Jungkook whipped his head in her direction, his eyes widening slightly and his voice taking on a more agitated tone.

“You disrespect me one more time and I’m gonna slap that smug smirk off your face.” He warned her harshly.

“Promises, promises.” She sang with that self-satisfied grin that he was having mixed feelings about.

With that, Jungkook swifty brought his hand up to backhand the assailant and jumped in her direction, but stopped when his hand was halfway to her face. She didn’t move an inch or even blink. She even narrowed her eyes at him playfully.

He backed away from her, impressed. She may have earned some of Jungkook’s respect that day, but he would never tell a single soul about it. He composed himself, eyeing her carefully. He then enganges her in a more calm conversation.

“Do you know who I am?”

“Yes.”

“Does your employer know who I am?”

“I have multiple. Some do.” She shrugs coolly.

“What do they—”

“Look we know you're in charge of the mafia, or whatever, but we don’t care. The people I’ve killed have wronged more than just you and your circus of idiots here and they deserved to die.” She gestured to the two henchmen holding her in place.

“Besides I did you a favor. Several, actually. I’m a blessing in disguise.” She smiled sweetly.

Jungkook shakes his head in disagreement. “You’re a fucking pain in my ass is what you are.”

“Oh, what a pleasure. And how do you figure that?”

“Some mysterious...aggressor taking out a number of important people on the east side. Wouldn’t that alarm you in my position?” He queried with a raised, pierced brow.

“Mysterious? Mr. Jeon, do you find me attractive?” She leans forward and is yanked back in place by the men flanking her. She held a suddenly sultry and intense light behind her eyes directed at Jungkook.

He couldn’t deny her beauty; anything with a pulse would be attracted to her. Seeing her up close, he noticed her many piercings along her ears, on her septum and her left brow, just like his. He could see tattoos peeking out from her sleeves and neckline of her suit and he wondered just how much of her body was covered by tattoos.

He was trying not to let that get in the way of this interrogation and failing miserably with his mind wandering in dangerous directions. It didn’t help that he couldn’t look her in the eye for too long, her gaze was so captivating and somehow held so many emotions that they caused him to lose focus.

He regarded her thoughtfully for a moment before asking, “What is your name?”

“Deathstalker.” Wow, Jungkook thought to himself.

“You wanna tell me your real name?” He offered, nodding at her.

“That’s the only name you're gonna get. And just a heads up, I’m not gonna talk if you torture me.” She says confidently with hooded lids. Is she bored?, the mob boss thought. He began to pace for a few moments, the only sound in the alley coming from his designer shoes squelching against the damp concrete.

“No...no, we’re not gonna hurt you.” Jungkook decided. The two henchmen that were restraining the woman, looked up in shock. Jungkook has injured or killed people for far less than what she’s done in the past hour.

She tilts her head uncomfortably in the hold of the gang members, to get a good look at the mafia leader’s face. She gasps and beams as if she’s had an epiphany.

“You like me.” She settled.

He whips around to face her. “What are you on about?”

“I thought I was gonna have to seduce you to get you off my back, but it seems you already have a soft spot for me.” She deduced with an appeased grin on her face.

Jungkook’s breathing deepened. He thought quickly of what he could do to draw the attention away from the truth of her statement. He didn’t know what it was about her, but she was different from any of the other suspicious characters he’s interrogated. And for some reason he didn’t want to hurt her, but he couldn’t be seen as weak in front of his inferiors.

In a flash, he was directly in front of her, teeth clenched and gripping her face tightly in his strong hand. His fingers pressed roughly into her jaw, her cheeks were forced to scrunch up, obscuring her vision and her mouth was bound to a permanent, painful pout.

“Stop spewing nonsense, I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the last woman on earth. You’re too dirty.” He lied gratingly. “I don’t have soft spots for anyone and you would do well to learn that. Come into my sight again and you’ll see what kind of damage I can really do.” He seethed.

“Hot.” Deathstalker replied through forcibly clenched teeth. Jungkook sighed before flimsily releasing her chin, flinging it to the right causing her to wince. Jungkook inwardly did the same at the sight.

“Let her go.” The henchmen do as they are told. “Get out of my sight.” She got up off her knees awkwardly with her bound wrists.

“I’m sure you know how to get rid of that yourself.” Jungkook nodded at the rope around her wrists. She nodded back casually and walked passed Jungkook, brushing up against him as she did so.

“Catch you on the flip side.” She whispered to him before she took off in a run into the night.

Three weeks had passed without a surprise appearance from “Deathstalker” and Jungkook was beginning to think she had actually heeded his warning in the alley. He should be pleased with this fact, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Not only was the thought of her ingrained in his mind, but he was slowly convincing himself that maybe he did appreciate her services even if he wasn’t the one paying for them. His men seem to have gotten lazier with the physical side of organized crime since Jungkook’s encounter with Deathstalker.

Or perhaps with no one to properly clean up the mess left after a hit, he’s noticing just how sloppy they’ve been. Either way, people are talking and names are traveling through the air like pollution; they can’t go on like this.

He and his men have been actively searching for the assassin and any information they could find on her. The leader didn’t disclose his true motives to his foot soldiers for fear of looking weak, but he couldn’t have the feds knocking down the doors of his companies and he was desperate. They succeeded in finding her real name, her past hits and the names of some of her employers, but nothing on where she was hiding or how to contact her.

Jungkook curses himself for not realizing Deathstalker’s worth sooner and tries to calm his rampant mind by chugging his flute of champagne. He looks around, disinterested at the ostentatious group of people at the pompous event he was advised to attend.

As the head of the leading construction company on the east side and since no one suspected his night job, he showed his face in these environments from time to time. This one happens to be an art auction and Jungkook was regretting it by the minute.

He quickly snagged one more flute of champagne before taking his seat in the front row for the auction. Half-way through the auction he considers leaving, he hasn’t raised his number card once as none of the pieces appealed to him. His head began to lull back out of pure boredom before he heard an all-too familiar voice above the noise.

“Two million dollars!” The voice was forthright and attractive, causing every head to turn in it’s direction.

Jungkook didn’t have to look far as the owner of the voice was sitting in the front row as well, roughly twelve seats away. His eyes widened at his suspicions being proven correct. He stares at her for a few moments, taking in her full appearance since meeting her for the first time in the alley.

She traded in the black cat suit for a peach colored cocktail dress that hung off of one shoulder and blinding white pumps. She covered up her tattoos with makeup to Jungkook’s dismay, but still showed off her many piercings and her long wavy hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail. That’s a good look, thought Jungkook who spared her one last glance before settling into his seat and devising a plan for how the rest of the night will go.

The auction finally came to an end and the elites took to day drinking and networking once more. Jungkook blended in with the crowd, but kept a close eye on Deathstalker, waiting to find her away from her companions. He spotted her amongst strangers, nursing a glass of champagne and intently watching the middle aged crooner sing along with the orchestra.

When Marimba Rhythms start to play

Dance with me

Make me sway

Then he pounced.

He positioned himself behind her and leaned in to speak softly into her ear. “What are you doing here?”

She didn’t flinch or even react to his words, as if she knew he was there, and just continued to enjoy the music. She never failed to impress him.

“Well, killing all your targets actually counts for something. I’m spending my hard earned money on some fine art.” She smiled after a moment. Jungkook came to stand next to her instead. He took a swig from his drink, the two of them still not making eye contact. “You know it’s not polite to brag.”

She finally turns to him to show off her expensive outfit. “Does this dress scream humble to you?”

“No, but it does scream desperate.” He took her in, using it as an excuse to check her out. That cat suit didn’t do her legs justice in his opinion, but this ensemble has his approval.

“For what?” She demanded, cocking her head to the side.

“You tell me—”

“You’re full of shit, Jeon.” The assassin sneered and quickly turned to walk away. Jungkook catches her by the bicep at the last second, attempting to make it look playful and desperately trying to avoid any unwanted attention.

“Wait.” He smoothly but firmly pulled her back to him, guiding her left hand to his shoulder and holding onto her right one before leading her in a slow dance towards the dance floor. He told himself he needed a more discreet position to confide his intentions in her ear again.

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close

Sway me more

“I have a proposition for you.”

She glances up at him, sporting narrowed and curious eyes. “Oh? This should be good. Last time you saw me, you threatened to hammer my limbs in.” She swiftly stomped on his foot, with a tight-lipped, spiteful smile.

He groaned and gathered himself with closed eyes before getting down to business. “Drop the attitude Y/L/N.” Jungkook grumbled, causing the assassin to freeze, but he made sure to keep them moving. She switches from her normal playful demeanor to a more formidable version of herself and he is almost alarmed by the switch. She leans closer to him to reach his ear and drops her voice to a grave whisper.

“How did you know my last—”

Jungkook doesn’t back down from her close, menacing form and goes as far as to tease her with a satisfied smirk. “Hate to break it to you, but you’re not the only computer genius in this room okay?”

She only glares off into the distance, clenching her jaw.

“What?” Jungkook revels in the feeling of having the upper hand on her. “My men may not be able to catch you in action, but they do know their way around a file cabinet.” He shares proudly, biting his lip with joy.

Realizing the leverage he had over her, Y/N made the decision to hear him out. “What the fuck do you want?” She spat before Jungkook spun her and dipped her quickly. And though she was angry, she moved with grace and he couldn’t help, but admire her beauty.

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

“You.” He smirks, already missing her playful personality and hoping to bring it back out. He smiles wider when he succeeds.

She finally cracks a smile and throws her head back, unable to stop herself from laughing. “That’s funny, I thought you wouldn’t fuck me if I were the last woman on earth.” She threw his line back at him effortlessly.

The mob boss hesitates for a split second. “Okay, your memory is impeccable, I get it, but I’m talking about your services.”

Y/N blinks in bewilderment before forming the words she never thought she would. “You want me to work for you?” He nods evenly.

“I’ve already killed five targets for you, Jeon. What more could you want?” She sputtered, not being able to fathom the request. Jungkook only releases her hand, keeping the other wrapped around her waist and nods to the empty balcony of the ballroom before leading her through it’s floor length glass doors.

“Trust me, I’m well aware. It was insanely fucking annoying,” He said earnestly, making the assassin giggle. His heart seemed to lurch at the sound, but he ignored the pleasant pang in his chest to continue his proposal. “Until I noticed how well you clean up after yourself. Leaving almost no trace of your involvement at the crime scene.”

He released Y/N’s waist carefully close to the door of the balcony, peering into the room to see who might be looking at them. They seemed to have a bit of privacy as of right now.

Y/N tilted her head and raised her eyebrows sincerely. “Are you really shocked that the neanderthals you hired aren’t too keen on cleaning up after themselves?”

“I’m trying to compliment you.” He sighed looking up.

“You’re doing a pretty shit job.” She mumbled. He ignores her complaints and carries on. He tucks his hands into his pants pockets and walks towards her.

“My men haven’t been as stealthy as possible as of late and there’s talk that we may have caught the attention of the authorities.”

“Again, are you surprised?” She overannunicated sassily with her arms crossed.

He marched up to her, towering over her small frame intimidatingly. “Don’t push it, Deathstalker.” He sneered at her. Her snark was beginning to piss him off. Why was he always so hot and cold with her?

“Or what?” She said seductively, suddenly snaking her arm around his torso and pressing herself against him. She gazed up at him, with flirtatious eyes

Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek, gazing back down at the woman coolly. He considers feeding into her words and actions for a second, but figures it’s probably just one of her games so he tosses the idea. “I’m trying to make you an offer here.” He insisted. The mercenary sucks her teeth, lets go and turns to walk away. “Ugh you’re no fun...You couldn’t handle me anyway.”

The one time he tried to be professional. He pulls her back by the arm, forcefully pressing her into the stone wall next to the door of the balcony. He presses himself against her firmly while gripping her small waist with one hand and her chin with the other.

"Fine,” He challenged. “Is this what you want? You want me to fuck you right here, up against this wall, like a little slut?" He spoke in a low voice so as not to concern the guests inside and the rumble of Jungkook’s voice in his chest made Y/N’s body start to heat up.

His offer brings a genuine, delighted smile to her face. She tosses the idea around in her head while making heated eye contact with Jungkook. But that would never work, she thought bitterly. Her date would come looking for her soon. Not a good look when you're trying to bag a guy and rob him for his millions. So she decided to tease him instead, It was the perfect opportunity with him being all riled up like this.

"I knew you liked me…” She let her sultry yet snide words linger, toying with the fabric of his collar. “But that would be unprofessional, Mr. Jeon...seeing as you are now my boss." she uttered softly, still keeping her seductive gaze. Jungkook briefly wonders if she could feel his dick twitch when she said his name like that before refocusing on the situation.

When we dance you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me

He took the sudden change of pace and her choice of words as her officially accepting his offer and released his hold on her with a grimace. She walks by him, smoothing down her dress with an unfazed expression and heads to the railing to take in the view, as if she wasn’t just assaulted by one of the most important men in the country.

“So you’ll do it?”

She kept her back to him, letting her heavy voice travel over her shoulder casually. “How much will you give me?”

He joins her side, resting his hands on the railing. “Eight hundred, thousand.”

She whips her head in his direction, an obviously offended expression on her face. “Do I look like one of your minions?” Y/N inquired.

“It would be your first job with me, you gotta start somewhere.” He made a gesture with his hand, trying to reason with her.

“I started years ago and I’m good at my job. The best actually…I want a million.” She decided with a hand on her waist.

Jungkook blinked repeatedly, taken aback. “You want me to give you a million dollars?”

“Yes, or no deal.” She answered quickly before he could even finish the question. The mafioso took a step back and laughed silently in disbelief.

“You’re infuriating, you know tha—”

“And you make me wanna vomit.”

“You’re projecting.”

“Oh, suck a dick Jeon!” She began marching towards the glass doors into the ballroom before Jungkook caught her by the arm and brought her back to him swiftly.

“Fine, it’s yours.” He muttered, glaring down at her with frustrated eyes.

The woman simply winked playfully at him and caressed his face. “I knew you’d come around.” She beamed looking satisfied and walked away only to be yanked back to Jungkook’s chest yet again. This time she grumbled in slight annoyance. He made a note to let up on the pulling.

“If you cross me, we will kill you.” He said seriously. She only smiled as if he’d made a joke.

“Unless I beat you to that too.” His face turned angry and he opened his mouth to speak when they heard the glass door open and a voice call toY/N.

“Oh, Ruby, there you are. Is this guy bothering you?” An older gentleman in a suit and a gold chain spoke in a scraggly voice. Jungkook recognized him as Walter Schillings, a white collar criminal who has been giving Jungkook’s men a hard time and definitely landed himself on their hitist.

Thankfully, the scum has never actually seen the mafia leader before so they were able to avoid a tricky situation at this crowded event. Though Jungkook had men scattered throughout the building in case anything went down, he never travelled alone. But, wait. Why was he referring to Y/N as Ruby?

The mafia leader had no time to figure it out because he had to explain why he was gripping this innocent looking woman the way he was. He lets go immediately and addresses the man. “We were just having a convers—”

“No,” Y/N sighs and saunters over to Walter, grabbing his huge hand and having it encompass her small one.

What the fuck is this? Jungkook thought, his heart suddenly racing. He tried to hide his emotions behind a cold demeanor.

“Just some loser trying to get my attention.” She glanced back at Jungkook arrogantly, allowing Walter to slide an arm around her waist and kiss the side of her forehead as they re-entered the ballroom.

Jungkook ground his teeth together at the sight and nearly sprinted to Walter to tear his arm off when he saw his hand reach down and grip Y/N’s ass. It bothered him even more that she hadn’t reacted whatsoever.

He turned away and braced himself on the railing again, attempting to calm himself. “I hope she slits your goddamn throat, motherfucker.” He grumbled to himself, seething with anger.

Jungkook spent the next fifteen minutes pouting on the balcony, gripping the railing in anger with a bothersome boner while the rich and famous boozed it up inside. Surprisingly no one had come out to bother him, giving him enough to time think about what he just saw.

He didn’t know why the sight of Y/N with Walter infuriated him so, but he knew he never wanted to see it again. He wondered how she could flirt with him so heavily and then disregard him completely at the drop of a hat. He just wanted to make her eat her petty words, drive her as crazy as she seemed to be driving him.

It didn’t help that he had been having fantasies of her for the past few weeks in that catsuit just letting him have his way with her. And here she comes, looking like sex on legs and clouding his judgement after disappearing for three weeks. Just who does she think she is? Jungkook sighed frustratedly at the pitiful turn his night had taken.

He wished he had a distraction from his thoughts. He wished he could leave this vexatious place, but something was keeping him here and he had a feeling that, that something was a menace in a dress and liked to play mind games.

Okay, so, the boner that won’t seem to go away may also be responsible for keeping him isolated on this balcony, but he had every intention of taking care of it. He just had to convince Y/N.

He quickly tucked his boner into his waistband and walked back into the ballroom like he never left, eyes peeled for Y/N’s small form among the guests. He sees her enter the restroom from afar and doesn’t think before pursuing her.

On any other day Jungkook wouldn’t dream of executing what was going on in his head, but Y/N was admittedly the most breathtaking thing he’d ever seen and she caused him to think purely with his dick after their interaction today.

He doesn’t know how he managed to skip into the women’s restroom without setting off any of the guests, but he considers it a victory when he’s in and locks the door without thinking about it. He turned to find Y/N touching up her make-up at the large mirror above the sinks.

They make eye contact through the mirror, but they have yet to exchange words. Y/N narrows her eyes questioningly while Jungkook considers the silence and stillness in the room. So far so good.

Jungkook’s shoes clicked on the tile floor as he took a few steps away from the door. “Where did your date go?” He questioned casually.

Y/N finally pauses touching up her face. “He also went to the bathroom, what are you doing in here?” She answers speedily, watching him intently through the mirror. “We made our deal.”

“I came to see you…” The woman hums in understanding and starts on her lipstick again, seemingly uninterested. “You getting all dolled up for him?” Jungkook finishes.

“Essentially yes.” There is a pause before Jungkook just comes out with it.

“So you gonna sleep with him tonight?”

Deathstalker scoffed. “Of course not. I’m an assassin not a hooker.”

Jungkook muffles a laugh at the inside joke amongst him and his men when his new ally finally starts to show some interest. “Why do you care anyway?”

He walks up to her boldly, gripping her waist and pressing against her from behind causing her to put the make-up down and zero in on his face. She continued to watch his eyes when he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“I just wonder what he would say if I messed up this pretty little face.” He brings his hand up to gently grip her chin, unlike how he did earlier. She smiles slightly, making no attempt to free herself from his grasp. If anything she leans more into his touch.

“Mr. Jeon.” She drawled. “Are you still threatening me?” She bats her eyelashes coyly, knowing exactly what was going on. Jungkook has no idea why that innocent look and the words ‘Mr. Jeon’ falling from her mouth made him hard, but he continually needed more of it. He shuddered lightly at the name and her sweet, sweet voice, barely managing to keep his cool.

“Not in the painful way...unless you like that.” He rasped, brushing her lip with his thumb tenderly. She held back a moan and Jungkook took that as an invitation to take it a step further.

“Do you want me?” He breathed deeply in her ear, sending chills down her spine.

She licked her lips and smiled her signature seductive smile. Jungkook was no match for both her smile and her beautiful doe-eyes. “Oh, Mr. Jeon, you know my pride won’t let me answer that.”

“Cut the games Y/L/N. I’ve had enough of your shit today. Do you want me?” He repeats. He fully pressed his body into hers allowing her to feel the need that he had been accumulating out on the balcony, his breathing getting heavier. She returned the gesture, pushing back against him discreetly.

“I thought we agreed that you would just be my boss.” She said with wide, naive eyes, though Jungkook knew better.

“Well, then, as your boss I hope you would do as I ask and let me fuck you on this sink.” He let his fingers travel from her chin to her throat and let them wrap around her neck ever so gently, giving her just a taste of what was to come. He felt her swallow thickly and watched the innocent look in her eyes turn to primal lust. “So? You wanna see if I can handle you or not?” He whispered, touching his lips to her ear.

She shivered at the touch and quickly turned around to face him. Jungkook leaned in and they were nose to nose. She wrapped her arms around his neck, but their lips barely brushed when she backed away suddenly. He looked into her stern eyes confusedly. “This means nothing.” She said, making sure they were both on the same page. “I’m aware.” he responded before they both pounced at each other, teeth clacking and tongues swirling.

Y/N moaned in delight when Jungkook gripped the back of her thighs and sat her on the granite sink counter with a quickness. He forced her skirt up to her hips roughly so he could properly grind his crotch against her and she seemed to enjoy the rough handling. He made a note of that.

His hands were everywhere on her, massaging her breasts, squeezing her hips and ass, eager to finally be living his most recent fantasies. Y/N revelled in the attention with a smile on her face, hands playing freely in his silky hair whilst he kissed along her neck.

He quickly reached down between Y/N’s legs to find that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He leans back and their heated gazes meet. “You dirty little slut.” He noted, gruffly. “You like it.” She confidently reassured him. “You’re damn right, I like it.” He mumbled as he attached his lips firmly to hers and applied pressure, rubbing her swollen clit with his fingers. “...Mmm, God, you’re so wet.”

The assassin’s body jerked several times and she moaned into his mouth, grinding further into his touch. She separated from him when she couldn’t take anymore and stared deeply into his eyes. “Please,” she pauses to catch her breath. “Please fuck me, Mr. Jeon.”

Jungkook unzipped his pants before she could even finish her sentence, preparing a condom that he is thanking God he brought with him today. “I like when you say my name like that.” He whispered against her ear.

“I know, your dick told me. Now, hurry before someone breaks the door down.” Jungkook then slides into her easily. Y/N sighs in ecstasy while Jungkook is stunned into silence at the way she gripped his dick. He starts to move almost immediately, holding her in place as he snaps his hips into her, their lips sloppily tangled all the while. The sound of their moans began to bounce off of the tile walls of the bathroom, both of them throwing any cares they had for being discreet out the window.

Jungkook grunted with excitement and pleasure at the sight in front of him. He was watching her moaning form closely, memorizing every detail of her incase he never got this chance again.

“Fuck yes. Your dick feels so fucking good inside me.” She panted, focused on his wide, intense eyes. “Just keep fucking me like that, Mr. Jeon.” He released a satisfied growl at the name.

Even though he had only met her weeks ago, Jungkook never would have guessed that Y/N would be the type to beg for anything. But here she was under him, at his mercy just like in his dreams, begging for him. It occurred to him that the Deathstalker he met would never admit to or do any of this, but Y/N seemed to be living for it. The idea excited him so much that he didn’t know up from down and didn’t bother to control any nonsense that spewed from his mouth in response to her.

“You look like a dirty little slut under me right now. Letting me fuck you in the bathroom while your date’s probably outside waiting or you.” He whispered harshly in her ear, never letting up as he continues to thrust in and out of her swiftly.

Y/N threw her head back and moaned, feeling nothing but turned on by his comments. “Oh, fuck yes..” She murmured, letting herself be carried away with pleasure.

“Not wearing any panties for him, letting him touch all over you, ugh...but I’m the one who gets to have this sweet pussy by the end of the night.” He breathed heavily, not taking his eyes off of Y/N’s face that was contorted in pure bliss. “Flirting with both of us all night long, making us want you. You’re such a bad girl.”

“I am, I’m a bad girl.” She whimpered hurriedly. “I need to be punished, Mr. Jeon.” She finished, her words not completely registering in her drunken state, but they resonated with Jungkook all too well. He forced himself to slow his thrusts considerably and focus on his breathing much to Y/N’s dismay.

She leans back into him and rests her forehead on his, running her fingers through his hair and grinding on him desperately. “No, no, no, no, no, no. Why did you stop?” Her low, lusty voice implored.

Jungkook chuckles lightly. “You’re gonna make me cum sweetheart.” She pulled his hips into her helping him find a new rhythm. “Then by all means, do, Mr. Jeon. I want you to cum inside me.” She purred before kissing him softly.

That set something off in him causing him to pound into her once more. Y/N was thrown back by the force, unable to hold her upper body up any longer. She rested her elbows on the counter and tilted her head all the way back while Jungkook thrusted away into her.

He saw her face in the mirror and appreciated that he got the watch the pleasure they were experiencing together until he noticed her eyes were closed.

He realised he didn’t wanna cum this way. He pulled out of her, ignoring her cries of disapproval, turned her around and roughly bent her over the counter.

“Oh, baby, you gotta see this.” He rasped before sliding into her again and instantly started fucking into her wildly. Y/N yelped before biting her knuckle in order to keep quiet. “Oh my god, yes, fuck me!”

Jungkook grabbed her ponytail and dragged her up off the counter and into his chest so that he could whisper in her ear. She winced, but let him wrap her hair around his fist and pull harder, the back of her head totally resting on his shoulder.

She could see him behind her, relentlessly hammering into her greedy body in all his glory. Maybe she misjudged him. The sight turned her on even more, sending another rush of wetness between her thighs.

“You’d better keep it down princess. Wouldn’t want your date to think his girl was in here getting railed like a slut. Oh, wait.” Y/N wanted to laugh, but Jungkook released her hip to wrap his large hand around the base of her neck and firmly squeezed.

Her eyes immediately rolled back at the gesture, but she made sure to refocus on the mirror as Jungkook was watching closely. The pressure was building in her core more and more. She was gonna fall over the edge any second now, she was so close.

“Oh m-ffffuck, yes! You’re gonna make me cum, Mr. Jeon.” She whined through clenched teeth, looking into his piercing eyes through the mirror.

“Then fucking cum for me.” His deep voice grated in her ear.

“Harder! Choke me harder!” Y/N pleaded as her orgasm crashed right into her. He squeezed tighter at just the right time and with just the right pressure that had Y/N seeing stars and prolonging her high. Jungkook held off his own orgasm, trying not to think about her velvety walls pulsating around him, so that he could watch Y/N fully enjoy hers. And boy was it something to watch.

Her jaw dropped and stilled as her eyes rolled into her head, but it was the most beautiful thing Jungkook had ever seen. Her body was frozen in a perfect arch as he thrusted away into her and her hand firmly cradled his head so that their cheeks were pressed together. He would hold out for as long as he could as she rode her high completely if only to watch her like this for a little longer.

Eventually she tapped Jungkook's hand causing him to let go of her neck and she collapsed onto the counter breathlessly. “Holy fuck.” She gasped as she braced herself on the granite surface.

She coughed a bit and caught her breath and then looked up at Jungkook with fucked out, voracious eyes. He never took his eyes off of her and never stopped pumping his dick into her delicious cunt.

“You gonna cum for your little cock slut, Mr. Jeon?” Y/N croaked, throat sore from being choked. But every word sounded like music to Jungkook’s ears. That look on her face made him wanna blow his load on the spot. “Yeah, baby.” Is all he can offer as his hips break their rhythm without his permission.

“Please, cum inside me.” She moaned out as Jungkook emptied himself into the condom, hips sputtering near the end until they stopped with his dick still deep inside of her. He was in his own head, lost in a post-coital stupor, thinking about how that may have been the best orgasm he’s ever had when Y/N spoke up.

“You can get out of me now.” She said flatly, thrusting Jungkook back into the real world. He murmured an apology and withdrew himself from her, watching her walk casually into one of the stalls without a word or a look in his direction.

He just stood there with his cock out wondering what the hell just happened. He thought they made a connection. He agreed that it wouldn’t mean anything, but was she really that cold hearted to just ignore him after a passionate experience like that? Well, she is a mercenary, his conscience defended, they’re not meant to be caring.

As he heard the stall start to open up he quickly turned around, discarded the condom and tucked himself back into his pants. He then watched as she came back out looking more put together than before.

She washed her hands and began to touch up her appearance again. This time she actually needed it. The foundation on her neck was rubbed off by his fingers, revealing the tattoos that Jungkook missed, her lipstick was smeared and her high ponytail drooped due to the pulling. Awkward silence took over the spacious restroom. Is she really not going to say anything?

He decided to just come out with it. “What was that?”

“What are you talking about?” She requested, haphazardly while fixing her hair in the mirror.

“Well, you were just all over me and now you’re acting like I don’t exist.” He said plainly.

“It’s called sex, you don’t fuck like a virgin so I assume you know what I’m talking about. Besides, I’m not acting like anything.” Jungkook had a hard time believing that. He knew what deflecting looked like, had seen it in many interrogations.

“Then why won't you look at me?” He challenged.

Her eyes widened in annoyance as she reached around to place another bobby pin in her hair. “I’m kinda busy here, Jeon.”

He couldn’t help, but feel bothered that she dropped the sassy formality of calling him Mr., an indication that she was enjoying his company. “Look, will you just talk to me for a sec—”

She suddenly stops what she’s doing. Her breathing is long and deep before she calms down and begins speaking smoothly with her eyes closed. “Look, Jeon. We don’t know each other and I don't know what you think you know about me or what you made up in your head, but you might as well forget all of that ‘cause it’s not real.” She sighed, continuing to recover her foundation.

“That wasn’t real?” He finally commanded. He hated to admit it, but he was slightly bothered when she didn’t even offer him a glance. “That?” She responded, only interested in her reflection.

“That,” He clarified, gesturing to the counter sternly. “What we just did, what we...said.” He gulped nervously. This wasn’t like him, he didn’t get nervous or have passionate sex with strangers and let it effect him. This is only his second time meeting this woman and he let her get in his head. He’s been asking himself the same question since meeting her in the alley: what makes her so different?

She put down her foundation and just stared at it blankly. “And what part of what we said are you confused about, pray tell.”

“Um, ‘I need to be punished, Mr. Jeon.’” He quoted promptly.

Honestly the only thing he was confused about was why she was suddenly being so cold to him. All of the words they shared were noteworthy and he wanted her to acknowledge that. The whole experience still shocked Jungkook and he never dreamed it would actually happen. He just brought up a snippet that he thought might get her attention and maybe evoke some emotion finally. He chose wisely.

Her head whipped in his direction. “And you liked it, didn’t you?” She sneered. “Or perhaps we could talk about how you like to call women, sluts, hm?”

“I thought you liked it,” He tried to get in, but she wasn’t having it.

Jungkook thought her angry face looked nothing like it did five minutes ago or even out on the balcony. She suddenly let out a bitter laugh and Jungkook realized that this woman probably wears many faces. Perhaps to defend herself. Perhaps to survive. Maybe he misjudged her.

“You know, I didn’t take you for a person who throws things that people say during sex back in their face.” She accused, sporting a dark smile.

“Well, I’m sorry, but I didn’t take you for a...a—”

“A submissive?” She shot, putting an end to his stuttering. He deflated, all signs of anger or disapproval gone from his stance. “Yes.” He copped out, not knowing what else to say. “I just wasn’t expecting that.”

Y/N visibly calmed down as well, turning back to the mirror and continuing her work. “Are you surprised?” She muttered, raising her eyebrows.

Jungkook thought for a second before responding, evenly: “No.” Thinking about how much Y/N might have gone through to be so successful as a trained killer, she must have had to be the strongest and smartest person in the room on any given day. There had to be a time where she wanted to take a break, not be the person in charge for once. Jungkook could relate.

His response made her pause, but she only cleared her throat and continued applying foundation in silence. I can’t leave things like this, Jungkook decided. He just got an actual glimpse into her personality and not the same act she puts on for the rest of the world. He found out that they might even have some things in common. He didn’t want her to shut him out now. It may have been a moment of weakness for both of them, but he wanted to continue this.

“I could, you know, help...punish you, i-if you want.” He spluttered with his hands in his pockets, trying to make himself look as confident as possible since his voice had already betrayed him.

Y/N stills and turns to him with a confounded expression, but didn’t say anything.

“I mean, unless you already have a…” Jungkook left out the last word for her to hopefully pick up on, suddenly shy about the world of BDSM.

“No, I don’t.” She rushed out, looking down at the counter and creating an awkward silence between them. “I’ll think about it.” She added genuinely. She looked at him over her shoulder and offered a gentle nod, her expression completely blank.

Jungkook nods back in acknowledgement. “Okay, then.”

“Now get out of here, I’m sure there are ladies that need this restroom.” She pulled on her signature playful smirk, nearly giving Jungkook whiplash. Many faces indeed.

“Yeah, okay.” He gathered himself and walked towards the door, but turned back when he realized something. “Wait, how do I contact you for the job?”

“I’ll call you, now go.” She said packing up her stuff.

Jungkook nodded, unlocked the door and quickly darted out of the bathroom. As he sped by he saw Walter down the hall posted in front of the men’s room patiently waiting for his date. Thankfully his head was turned when Jungkook made his way out of there and to the exit. He smirked wickedly, knowing he got away with his ridiculous plan. “Dumbass.”

Two weeks had gone by since the bathroom incident and Jungkook worked tirelessly to distract himself from thoughts of the beautiful assassin to no avail. He realized there was no escaping her. He thought their rendezvous at the auction would help get her out of his system, but it only fueled his addiction for her and now he was trapped in a vicious cycle that he didn’t know if he wanted out of.

They kept in contact and Deathstalker killed the enemies on Jungkook’s hit list, but this time she was being paid by the mafioso himself unbeknownst to his men. They found themselves in situations much like the first time they ran into Deathstalker more often than not. Only now she had to be more creative as Jungkook’s foot soldiers still thought she was a possible threat.

As Jungkook sat across from Collin Boardly, a corrupt CEO/gang leader, he wondered if this would be one of those situations. Boardly is a fellow criminal that Jungkook was on good terms with until he heard that Boardly’s men have been attacking and blackmailing store owners in his territory. Jungkook insisted that he pay those victims back and restore all damages. He even invited Mr. Boardly to a very private game of poker so that they could properly discuss matters.

They sat in the dimly lit restaurant owned by one of Jungkook’s close friends with their respective security surrounding them. Boardly felt obligated to bring his men as he offended Jungkook and now he was on his turf. Jungkook’s men insisted on backing him up, but he had a strong feeling that none of that would be necessary.

They had already made small talk while getting the game started and Jungkook got straight to business.

“So, I hear you’ve been terrorizing my streets. What’s the story there?” Jungkook inquired calmly. Boardly huffed a nervous laugh at the mention of what his men did. “Personally I think terrorizing might be too strong a word.”

Jungkook’s brows raised and his expression turned serious. “Well, what would you call threatening multiple lives at gunpoint, roughin’ ‘em up and demanding cuts of their earnings then? Business?” He denounced.

“As usual.” Boardly finished the adage with a large smile. Jungkook only looked at him with the same no nonsense expression and Boardly seemed to regret making the remark.

“Just a joke, Jungkook.” He muttered. “I am sorry that I allowed my guys to do that.” He doubled down. “We simply didn’t know how far your territory reached. We meant no disrespect.”

“I appreciate that.” Jungkook replied, anger stirring inside him as he fought not to rip this man’s head from his shoulders.They continued to play in near silence until Jungkook finally pressed him for answers.

“So how do you intend to fix what your guys broke?”

Boardly looked up with a lost expression on his face. “Excuse me?” He grumbled.

“There was damage done to these stores, yes?” Jungkook assessed slowly. “And you’ve already collected cuts from some of the owners…” He can see Boardly’s eyes widen slightly in recognition.

“Oh, you didn’t know I knew that.” The mob boss gathered. “Anyway, I assume you’re ready to pay for that. I was thinking fifty, thousand dollars would cover it.” He suggested calmly.

Boardly tried to give an excuse, stuttering. “I’m-I don't think you understand—”

“I understood you can afford it, judging by those chips.” Jungkook chided, gesturing to the large bet Boardly made in the center of the poker table. Boardly sighed at a loss.

“Kook, listen.” The CEO leaned forward, trying to reason with his opponent. “We’re friends. It was an accident, can’t we just forget this happened?”

“No.” Jungkook responded instantly, his arms crossed. “We were...associates, but now you’re just someone who fucked with my community. So are you gonna pay it back or not?” He seethed furiously.

Boardly swallowed and stared at Jungkook for a few moments, wondering how else to bargain with him. He had too much pride to go through with this deal, especially in front of his inferiors.

“No.” He finally answered.

Jungkook sighed disappointedly. The air in the room turned ominous and it was felt by all. Normally, Jungkook would be killing Boardly by now and he could feel all of his men tense behind him, ready to kill if need be, but he was doing things differently today. He just nodded understandingly, before gesturing with his left hand to get Taehyung’s attention.

“Taehyung. Will you get me a glass of water from the kitchen please?” He asked politely without looking at him. He hears his right hand man head to the kitchen and he turns back to the piece of shit in front of him.

“Why, Collin? Is there something wrong with doing right by those you fucked over?” Jungkook questioned, heatedly.

“No, Kook—”

“Don’t call me that.”

Boardly scoffed and continued. “I just don’t think we did anything wrong. We overstepped, we apologized, I think that should be enough.”

“Well, I don’t. So where does that leave us?”

“I’m not paying for shit.” The CEO shrugged. That really pissed Jungkook off.

“Go to hell, Boardly.” He growled. I’m really gonna enjoy watching you bite it, Jungkook thought sinisterly.

Taehyung placed the glass of water in front of his boss and made the decision to continue to stand at his side, ready if anything were to happen.

“Fine.” Boardly responded bitterly. “So are we done here? Or are you gonna give me a hard time?” He asked, nodding at Taehyung for emphasis. Jungkook shook his head nonchalantly. “No, no. We’re done.” with a haunting smirk on his face. The look put Boardly slightly on edge, but he ignored it and stood up to corral his men.

Jungkook watched him make his way to the door wondering what the fuck was taking so long? He already gave the signal. He started to reach for his own gun to do it himself when he noticed Boardly stop in his tracks and could hear him choking.

Even Jungkook and his men wore looks of concern. The mafia leader got up to get a better view from where he stood and the others craned their necks behind him still ready to shoot first and ask questions later.

Boardly’s men tried to help him as he clutched his throat, but it was no use as he convulsed and fell to the floor before ceasing to move altogether. They looked at each other for answers before turning to Jungkook.

One of the guys who was wearing a blue suit, which Jungkook assumed to be Boardly’s right hand, pulled out a gun and walked towards him. Taehyung and Jungkook pulled theirs as well, causing everyone with a gun to point them at either side.

“You do this?!” Boardly’s guy raged. “How?” Jungkook argued. “How would I do that to him? He probably had a heart attack or forgot to breathe or some shit.” He surmised, trying to place the blame elsewhere.

“Bullshit! What did you do?” He demanded.

“Look, I’m sorry for your loss or whatever, but we had nothing to do with this. Now you all gotta do something with him.” He pointed his gun at the dead body briefly. Blue suit breathes heavily with a stumped expression, not wanting to let it go. No one in the room showing any signs of letting up either.

“How about we all put the guns down and you guys can take him home-or wherever. Yeah? Does that work?” Jungkook prompted gently. After a beat, blue suit nodded, looked back at the rest of Boardly’s men and nodded. Jungkook did the same and slowly, but surely the guns came down and were put away.

Jungkook and his men watched as they dragged the body out of the restaurant and sped away from the large storefront windows. They’re finally able to breathe without stress. “What the fuck was that?” Namjoon blurted causing the rest of them to chuckle.

“I don’t know, but I’m getting the fuck outta here before they come back. See you guys back at base.” They laughed and said their goodbyes. Jungkook walked in the light rain to the next block over and found his town car ready and waiting for him.

He opened the passenger door, addressed his driver, then retrieved a large black duffle bag before opening the backdoor. There he found Deathstalker sitting cross legged in a black trench coat at the other window seat. He smiled fondly at her. She looked beautiful as always gazing out the window at the rain before she noticed him there. When she turned to face him he replaced the fond smile with a composed smirk.

“Took you long enough.” She opined quietly once he sat down and closed the door. “We got held up, literally. I think this belongs to you.” He passed the duffle bag off to her. She received her present graciously, beaming down at the contents happily once she opened it.

“Thank you Mr. Jeon.” Y/N crooned playfully, sporting that signature smirk that never failed to affect Jungkook. “No, thank you.” He responded after clearing his throat. “So you poisoned him?”

She simply replied, “Yup.” while inspecting the cash that filled the duffle bag in her lap.

“But he randomly started choking and shaking. And you say you controlled it with the push of a button?” He wondered with furrowed brows and pouted lips.

“Well, poison, a small nanobot that I planted in his food to attack his lungs and cause internal bleeding, it’s all the same, you know.” She spoke aimlessly, moving on from the money to buff and inspect her manicure.

“Wow.” Jungkook whispered, genuinely infatuated with the thought of that kind of technology and how he could get his hands on it. While he was lost in thought he didn’t notice Y/N scooching closer to him until they were side by side. He turned to find their noses were nearly touching and his heart rate sped up rapidly.

“Now that, that’s over…” she drawled, grasping Jungkook’s hand. He watched unquestionably as she brought his hand to her mouth and inserted his middle and ring fingers all while looking into his eyes alluringly. At the same time, she easily brought her leg up to drape over both of Jungkook’s. He still sat frozen in place by her gaze while she lifted the bottom of her coat and placed his hand against her bare heat.

They both shuddered slightly when Jungkook instinctively began to rub circles into her already wet core, never taking their eyes off each other.

“You wanna go somewhere?” She coaxed breathily. It almost infuriated Jungkook how she didn’t even have to try to get him to agree to anything. He was indeed trapped.

“James,” He called up to the driver. “The Plaza Hotel please.”

Currently, Jungkook was going through paperwork in his office, taking advantage of the slow week he’s had to take care of some business for his company. It’s been a while since he’s gotten to do this so he was pretty backed up and seemingly had a whole afternoon of this to look forward to. He sighed at the thought, but continued to read through the documents and sign them here and there when suddenly he felt something was...off. He put his pen down and looked around the room.

The room was silent as usual, but all of a sudden it was too silent? Jungkook didn’t know how and he couldn’t really make sense of it until he looked up at the ceiling vent. It was no longer producing the usual soft hum. There was nothing. He silently walked under the vent to inspect it when he saw a glint in between the slats. Immediately, he moved from under it and drew his gun, aiming it at the vent.

“I see you motherfucker! Come out right now or I’ll put ten holes in you!” He shouted. The intruder heeded the warning and right away the vent was forced to the floor. Jungkook watched intently as two feminine hands holding a gun slowly dropped down and though it was upside down, it was perfectly aimed at him.

He still had his gun trained on the vent as the trespasser entered through the hole in the ceiling to reveal the familiar face of Deathstalker herself. Only her upper body could be seen as her strong legs held her in place from inside the vent.

She smiled easily at Jungkook as if they weren’t in a stand-off right now. “Hello, Mr. Jeon.” Her tone was calm, but somewhat guarded, telling him what her face never would. Jungkook was stuck between being relieved to see that it was only Deathstalker and being concerned that she was pointing a gun at him.

“Hello, Deathstalker. You wanna tell me why you broke into my office and have a gun in my face?” He queried with a tilt of his head. Y/N only reached up to grip the hole in the ceiling, somehow removing herself from the vent with one hand, her gun and her gaze still trained on Jungkook as she landed on her feet in front of him. More contradicting thoughts swirled in his mind at the sight.

“You finally caught me. I’m proud.” She smirked, removing the hood of her catsuit from her head.

He fights the urge to roll his eyes. “Yeah, maybe you can congratulate me later. Why are you here? You finally turn on me? Did someone send you, huh?”

“Don’t be so dramatic. You have something I need.” She explained with a determined look. Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “Is that so? And what might that be?”

“You know what it is.” Y/N quipped, tilting her gun along with the inflection in her voice. He shakes his head assuredly. “No, No, I have no idea what you’re talking about, but if you wanna put the gun down I’d love to discuss it.” He entreated informally.

“No.” She spoke firmly. A beat of silence passes before Jungkook has had enough. “Put the fucking gun down, Y/L/N.” He demanded gruffly.

“You put the fucking gun down.” She spat right back at him.

“I’m not doing this, just tell me what it is—” He reasoned.

“You know what it is—” Before she can fully respond, Jungkook rushed her, forcing her gun away from him and ripping it out of her hand. He quickly backed up and flung the gun across the room before pointing his back at her. They each caught their breath and Y/N bit her lip frustratedly.

Jungkook gave a triumphant smile. “There, that’s better. You ready to talk now—”

Y/N’s leg swiftly came up to kick the gun right out of Jungkook's hand before he even realized what happened. He looked at the gun sliding away from them on the floor, then back at Deathstalker, who smirked and raised an arrogant brow.

“Okay.” Jungkook uttered right as Y/N charged at him. He panicked slightly at the thought of fighting her, but the instinct to fight back kicked in when she launched herself and wrapped her body around him like an anaconda.

They struggled while Deathstalker tried to take Jungkook to the floor. Luckily for him, he wasn’t only a skilled shooter, but a trained and very skilled fighter as well. It wasn’t long before he freed himself from her vice grip and they were in a standoff once again, this time with their fist raised and ready to defend.

“What the hell has gotten into you Y/L/N? I wish you would tell me what this is about.” Jungkook grumbled as they circled each other, waiting for the other to make a move.

Y/N chuckled mischievously. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Yes, actually!” He exploded. She took his emotional outburst as an opportunity and pounced once again. Jungkook was quicker to react this time and they were practically sparring in the middle of his office and only lord knows why. Jungkook found himself getting irritated because he was barely one step behind Deathstalker in her strikes and attacks.

As they got more invested, Jungkook noticed that she didn’t intend on hurting him, but she did intend to win. Somewhere in the scuffle, he fell behind and let her right hook distract him from the leg that swept his feet from under him. She was on top of him in an instant, with a habitual flat hand at his jugular ready to stop him from breathing. They stare at each other, both of them breathing heavily.

“Got you.” Y/N suddenly whispered smugly. “Now, are you gonna give me what I want?” She prompted provocatively, sliding her hand into the collar of his shirt slowly. The feel of her hot skin on his almost burned with their charged up bodies and wild emotions. He blinked in realization at her increasingly turned on form above him.

“You. Crazy. Fucking. Bitch.” Jungkook fumed quietly, looking up at her in disapproval. She just giggled freely and though usually the sound would bring a smile to Jungkook’s face, it only pissed him off.

He pushed her off of him and shoved her against the wall roughly, holding her there by the neck. “You’ve got some fucking nerve, breaking in here and waving a gun in my face.” He hissed in anger, their noses touching. “You know, if you wanted dick you could have just said so.”

“Where’s the fun in that Mr. Jeon?” She crooned, leaning forward to kiss him and he denied her, coolly tilting his head back. He continued to hold her by the throat to the wall firmly, causing her to choke briefly, but if she was uncomfortable she didn’t let it show.

“No.” He shook his head, Y/N could see his gears turning as he did so. “No?” She echoed, curiously.

“To answer your question. I’m not giving you what you want.” A devious smirk slowly appeared on his face that made Y/N’s body temperature rise. “No, you’re gonna do what I want now and you’re gonna like it.” He breathed, pressing himself against her and brushing her lips with his teasingly. She inhales audibly, trying not to look affected by his sudden behavior.

“But, Mr. Jeon, I want what you want.” She encouraged him sweetly, reaching for him. He put a stop to that quickly by pinning her wrists above her with one hand and resuming his hold on her neck with the other. She grunted and squirmed before giving up, looking up a childish defeated expression, but Jungkook knew she loved it.

He looked into her eyes with a strong dominance that had Y’N swallowing thickly in anticipation. “Are you talking back to me, Y/L/N?” His eyebrows furrowed intimidatingly.

She bit her lip to suppress her giddy smile. She needed to play along and not mock Jungkook’s very real emotions. The dynamic has officially shifted and now Y/N’s main objective was to please him. “No, Mr. Jeon.” She assured in a register slightly higher than her natural voice.

“Really, because you seem to have a lot to say for someone who’s at my mercy. I wonder if you’d still be as talkative with my dick in your mouth.” He growled hotly in her ear sending shivers down her spine.

She shuddered a hopeful response. “Can we find out, Mr. Jeon...please?” She implored when she felt him pull away.

He looked her over, taking in her needy form. “Look at you, already begging for it.” He shook his head in amazement. “I should keep you here and see how long you can hold your breath for me before your face starts to change color.” He whispered while closing his hand tighter around her neck. Y/N hummed delightfully at the feeling, her eyes fluttering shut.

“But you’d probably like that wouldn’t you?” He leaned back in, getting her attention. She opened her eyes and gave a pleasant smile. “You know that I do.” She choked out. He smiled back at her admirably before releasing most of the pressure on her throat.

“No, I got something else planned for y—” He stopped abruptly, looking towards the door because he thought he heard the click of familiar shoes in the hall. His theory was proven correct when he heard them getting closer. He quickly looked to Y/N with wide eyes.

“Get under the desk.” He ordered softly before they both scurry to the huge desk near the window. She easily fit herself under it on her knees facing out and Jungkook took the seat right in front of her. As soon as they were situated, there was a knock on his office door.

“Come in.” He called pretending to look over his files. Taehyung poked his head in with a concerned expression before he fully entered the room. “Hey boss. Everything okay here?” He questioned.

“Yes, fine. Why?”

“Nothing, we just thought we heard some...I don’t know, movement?” As Taehyung spoke, Jungkook could feel hands raking up his thighs and his eyes widened quickly. He tried to compose his expression, but he then felt the unbuttoning of his pants.

No, no, no, no, he thought in a panic. He tries not to focus on just how Y/N got his zipper down as silently as she did and focuses on Taehyung’s lips as he talked.

“Oh, no, yeah. That was just me. I was practicing...sh-shadow boxing.” He lied choppily as Y/N released his already hard dick from his pants.

“In a suit?” Taehyung replied, confusedly.

Jungkook jolted slightly and fought back a moan when the assassin took him in her warm, wet mouth. “Waauuuhh, yes. Yes, I was.” He cleared his throat to cover up more moans when she began to skillfully bob her head up and down on his length.

“Oh, well okay.” Taehyung settled. “So if that’s all—” Jungkook attempted to see him off with no success.

“Anyway, we got a lead on that Deathwalker chick.” He offered in a more chipper tone. Y/N paused her movements, intrigued by the information. What had they found out? Jungkook shamelessly rested his hand on the back of her head and pulled, encouraging her to keep going much to both of their disbelief. She obeys and continues the task eagerly, but careful not to have too much fun or she’ll risk getting caught. “Is that so?” the mob boss replied.

“Yeah, it’s not much, but we assumed you wanted us to brief you on it as soon as possible.” His soldier nodded respectfully.

“Ugh,” Jungkook moaned, half-way masking it as a noise of gratitude. “Thank you, Tae. I appreciate it. We’ll be sure to discuss thisssssss later.” He faltered. “Yes, sir.” Taehyung nodded again, making a face at Jungkook.

“Hey, you okay boss?” He looked closer at his superior with genuine concern. “Never better Tae.” Jungkook forced out quickly. “Are you sure? Y—”

“Taehyung?” The gang leader addressed him firmly. “Yes?”

“Get the fuck out of my office.”

“Yes, sir.” Taehyung nodded, knowing when he was unwanted and without another word he was exiting the office.

Jungkook pushed away from the desk immediately and grabbed a handful of Y/N’s hair as he stood both of them up. She only smiled at the manhandling and wiped the excess spit from her mouth.

“You really want me to hurt you, don’t you?” He snarled at her. She fought back the strong urge to moan a yes and instead just stayed silent with a feigned guilty look on her face. “Take that off. Now. ” He commanded, gesturing to her catsuit. She shimmied it off of her arms and down her legs to reveal her naked body, leaving her heels on, all while Jungkook kept a tight grip on her hair.

“How many do you think I should give you?” He asked, suddenly calmer than before. “How ever many you think is right sir.” She spoke in a small voice, but her innocent act didn’t fool him. He stared at her bare, unapologetically, beautiful body in wonderment before forcing her body to bend over his desk.

He caressed her thighs and backside tenderly and then when she least expected it he delivered a delicious slap to it. Y/N yelped and then sighed with contentment. The wait was over, now the real fun could begin.

“I told you.” Slap. “We weren't.” Slap. “Gonna do.” Slap. “What you wanted.” Slap. “To do.” Slap. “But you just don’t listen.” He accentuated his words with powerful smacks delivered to both of her cheeks and then rubbed at the tender flesh to soothe the sting.

He ran his finger up her spine gently, making her shiver visibly. He smirked at his effect on her, bending his body over hers to whisper in her ear. “Tell me. Are you sorry?” He breathed heavily.

“No, sir.” Y/N panted after a few moments. “I knew it…” He stands up straight, regarding her vulnerable yet durable body.

“You disappoint me, Y/L/N.” He slaps her ass and massages again. Y/N hissed before replying. “I’ll do better sir.” she declared sincerely.

“You promise?” Jungkook lifts his hand and watches as Y/N braces for the impact, watched as her body tensed and her pussy clenched greedily around nothing in awe. He savored the moment, spanking her again.

She hummed graciously at the delicious pain she was receiving from him. “Yes, sir. I promise.”

“But you’re not sorry.” He clarified. “No sir.”

“Why?” His brows furrowed in curiosity, gearing up to spank her again. “Because I love sucking your cock sir.” Y/N whined. He stopped his movements, taken aback and released a soft laugh. “Is that so?”

“Yes sir.” Slap. “Tell me more Y/L/N.” he requested as he moved his left hand to her cunt and kept the right one on her ass.

She closed her eyes and smiled, envisioning herself doing the activity, even licking her lips at the luscious memory of it. “I love how heavy it feels on my tongue. How you force me down on it and it hits the back of my throat.” She mused longingly. Y/N stops speaking and her body tenses as he inserts his thumb into her.

“Keep going Y/L/N.” Jungkook’s tone made it clear that he would stop if she didn’t keep talking so she continued.

“I love how thick it is, oh fuck.” She moans, digging her nails into the wood of the desk as he rubs two fingers against her clit and picks up the pace. “What else Y/L/N?” He breathed.

She gulped in a breath, the sudden pressure taking her breath away. “How you make me gag on it when I’ve been bad and— mmmm, how you coat the inside of my mouth with all your cum when you’re done with me...How you check to make sure I swallowed all of it.” She giggled that last bit breathlessly, grinding back on his hand.

“You’re such a dirty girl Y/L/N.” He moves in and out of her quickly while rubbing her clit perfectly in sync, pulling lewd moans from her until he suddenly removes them, delivering another hard smack to her backside. “Ah, fuck.” She squealed.

“But you’re right, you need to do better. Now count with me.” He ordered sternly.

To which she immediately responded, “Yes sir.”

Y/N counts every hit Jungkook delivers to her extremely tender ass dutifully with her fingernails creating crescents in the mahogany wood below her. By the time they reach twenty, his hand is as red as a tomato and Y/N is quite literally dripping onto the floor in front of him. He watched as her slick dripped out of her cunt from in between her spread legs and onto the floor, creating a tiny puddle of her pleasure.

Jungkook is incredibly turned on by the sight and doesn’t think twice before taking his hard cock and shoving right into the assassin without warning. He didn’t wait for her to adjust, not that she needed to as you could literally mop the floor with her arousal. He just continued to hammer into her with complete abandon.

It felt as if Y/N had forgotten how to breathe and her head shot up from the desk at the abrupt intrusion. “Ohhhhh shhhhhhit.” She cursed choppily with Jungkook’s hips slapping against her, making her ass sting more, but she loved it.

He reached up to push her head down against the desk forcefully and held it there as he fucked into her. “You love the pain don’t you my little cock slut?” He growled out.

“Yes, sir. I love it. Thank you, Mr. Jeon.” She babbled dazedly into the desk.

He pulls out of her then, leaving her moving back in search of him and clenching around nothing. “Please put it back in, Mr. Jeon.” She whimpered, reaching back for him, but she didn’t dare sit up for fear that he might think she was disobeying him.

He smiles and sits down in his chair, grabbing the hands that searched for him and guiding them to it’s arm rests. “Why don’t you come sit down and do it yourself?”

She moves right away and backs up onto him. Bracing herself on the armrests, she hovers above him still facing the desk, grabs his cock and engulfs it in her wetness. They both groan wildly when he is fully seated inside of her and she begins to move up and down.

“Just like that baby, keep bouncing on my cock.” He muttered huskily, placing his hands on her hips. Looking down, he finally noticed the mess Y/N’s juices made on his suit pants. He should have pulled them all the way down, but damn if that wasn’t one of the hottest things he’s ever seen. “Goddamn. Who made you this fucking wet baby?” He grunted, pulling her down on him with fervid force.

“You did, Mr. Jeon.” Y/N breathed heavily with her eyes closed in ecstasy. She could feel her orgasm finally approaching and she was chasing it with every move she made.

“You gonna cum baby?” Jungkook’s voice rasped in her ear. Y/N mentally cursed, already knowing what was coming to her. “Yes, I’m so close, Mr. Jeon.” She whined, trying to plead her case.

It was no use. He swiftly pushed her off of him roughly and forced her down against the table once more. “No, no, no, please, please.” She begged and squirmed.

He only bent down to her level, gripping her chin in his hand. “You should know by now not to fuck with me Y/L/N. Now you need to be punished.” He says whispering sadistically in her ear. “Come on now.”

Jungkook gripped her by her forearms, dragging her up from the table and keeping them in place behind her back like a criminal. He guided her to the expansive wall length bookshelf on the far left of his office. Y/N knew just where they were going and somehow it prompted more wetness to come cascading down her already damp and sticky legs.

He finds the handle on the inside of one of the shelves and pulls on the hidden door to reveal his playroom. The ceiling was a deep red while the walls were painted black with several tools for causing pain hanging on them all around the room. Several large contraptions used for pleasure and pain were scattered along the sides. But Jungkook’s favorite part of the room was the alaska king size mattress against the back wall which had a mirror of the same size attached to the ceiling above it. He loved that he could see every facet of Y/N’s squirming body just by looking up.

“Stand here.” He directs her after stopping under the pair of leather handcuffs that dangled from the ceiling. He lifted and secured both her arms before focusing on her wanton eyes. “You comfortable, sweetheart?” He asked, grasping her chin firmly in his hands.

“Yes, sir.” She replied truthfully. “Good.” He pecked her lips and began removing her boot heels. This created more distance between her and the floor. She was now truly dangling from the ceiling, the balls of her feet barely touching the floor.

Jungkook marvelled at his work and how after a while Y/N struggled to hold her weight against the cuffs. He then undressed quickly and made his way back to her, placing his lips on hers in a rough and passionate kiss that left Y/N breathless and moaning.

She feels a hand thread it’s fingers through her hair and massage her scalp before it’s yanking her back and gripping tightly. She opened her eyes to see Jungkook, lustful and giddy smiling back at her. His hand slipped out of her hair, down her neck, chest and around her torso as he slowly circled her body.

“I wish I could touch every piece of you at once.” He expressed sofly once he was behind her. Y/N breathed heavily with anticipation as his large hands gluided up her raised arms, down her waist, over her hips and ghosted over her plump, raw ass making her hiss. He chuckled at the sound letting his hands wander to her front and administering feather light circles to her swollen clit. Y/N twitched causing her body to sway uncontrollably. Jungkook stilled her, but continued his teasing much to Y/N’s dismay. But she didn’t dare say anything about it, she knew better and she wanted to cum so she stayed silent.

He comes back around to face her and really takes his time appreciating her body. He kisses her lips, along her neck and sucks on her nipples just enough to have her squirming with more want for him. Suddenly he presses down on each of her sensitive nipples with two fingers and she squeaks, painful electricity shooting through her.

He looked her over keenly. “God you’re so fucking beautiful...and you’re all mine to play with.” He kisses her biting her lip. “Who do you belong to?” His fierce tone demanded an answer.

“You, Mr. Jeon.” Y/N avowed, increasingly turned on and desperate to cum.

“Who else?” His hands moved haltingly towards her core, never breaking eye contact. Her eyes flashed knowingly at him. “No one. Only you, Mr. Jeon.”

Jungkook smiled contentedly before it disappeared little by little. He knew the words weren’t true and that she only said them to please him, only said them when they were intimate. But he couldn’t help how much he yearned to hear it, how much he wanted her to truly be his. This room is where they both get what they want no matter what.

Y/N gets someone to dominate her and take care of her needs and Jungkook gets to live out his fantasies of her truly belonging solely to him. But he knew she would never go for that and that he would continue to toture himself this way.

He tucks the thought away as he suddenly plunges two fingers inside of her. “And who does this pussy belong to?” He growled.

Y/N immediately clenches around them and lets out a cracked moan. “You, sir! This pussy is all yours. Oh fuck, ugh!” She cried out. At least Jungkook can be sure of that, he thought as he began curling his fingers into her at lightning speed. He holds her hips in place as he goes to work and Y/N can’t even think about the pain in her arms anymore once she feels her orgasm approaching.

She grunts fervently as the pressure in her core builds and builds until she can’t stand it. She gives no warning, just allowing the glorious, all-consuming feeling to ignite her insides without a single sound. The only noise to be heard in the room was the sloshing of Jungkook’s fingers moving rapidly inside of her and the slap of his palm against her wet mound.

Jungkook was so enraptured by her eyes rolling back into her head that he didn’t notice the clear liquid escaping from her cunt, getting all over his hand and dripping onto the floor. He brought her drooping head up so he could kiss her eagerly as he removed his fingers and stroked her clit like a wild man, getting more of her juices all over him.

She never told him to stop as she was struck silent by the amount of pleasure she just experienced, but he removed his hand and continued kissing her writhing body hungrily. She was out of breath as she twitched and mewled against him, audibly shuddering from time to time.

“Holy fucking shit. You’re just full of surprises huh?” He praised her with her face in his hands. Her only reaction was to smile tiredly. Her body was absolutely spent and still experiencing aftershocks.

“Now let’s see if we can make you do that again.” he says, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist, thankfully taking the weight off of her arms.

She finally speaks in a disoriented voice with her eyes half closed. “Yes, please sir.”

Jungkook pushes inside of her, her cunt was now extremely wet and extremely tight due to that first squirting orgasm and he could tell he wouldn’t last long. He began speedily fucking into her, his hips slapping against her bruised and aching ass over and over again.

Y/N was in another realm of euphoria, this one being better than the last. She didn’t even know that was possible. Her head was tilted all the way back and her eyes were closed, but they were focused. She was too far gone to even remember her own name at this point.

“Please…” She mumbled. “Please what?” Jungkook grunted, his vigorous hips never changing pace.

“Please, please make me cum, Mr. Jeon.” She begged through gritted teeth. “I want it so bad. Please give me your cum.”

“Oh fuck, baby.” He moaned, thrusting impossibly faster, both of them close to the edge.

She felt herself growing slightly over stimulated, but she was so close, chasing that high that made her see stars. She was concentrated on the feeling of Jungkook’s dick pumping in and out of her and hitting just the right spot against her walls. Jungkook felt a force resisting him from inside of Y/N and before he could grasp it he was being pushed out along with Y/N’s cum.

A full fledged scream escaped from her throat that was elongated by Jungkook who swiped at her clit wildly to prolong her orgasm. He watches her twitch and moan helplessly before sliding back in and picking up where he left off.

“No, p-please sir, I can’t.” She choked out, her chest heaving with exhaustion.

He gripped her face roughly in his hand and brought it close to his. “No, you wanted this dick so you gonna take this dick.” He seethed. “That’s what you came here for right?”

“Yes sir.” She cried. Jungkook thrusted up into her half a dozen more times before he came inside of her, ripping yet another orgasm from Y/N. She felt tears slide down her face at the sheer force of energy in her veins. She saw white behind her eyes and her body burned all over in the best of ways.

“Argh!” Jungkook growled boisterously as he came, holding her hips rigidly against his as he came down. When he looked up he could see Y/N practically falling asleep against him, yet her body was shaking slightly. He pulled out of her and released her from her restraints.

“Let’s get you to bed, huh?” He grinned, holding her tight as he let her down because he didn’t expect her to be able to hold herself up. He was proven right as she immediately slumped over his shoulder once her arms were free. The mafia leader carried her to the bed and gently laid her on her back, taking a moment to clean both of them off before he laid down too.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” He whispered sweetly. Initially, the assassin didn’t realize he was speaking to her as she was quickly drifting off to sleep, but after a moment she assured him, “I’m fine Jungkook.”

#bts smut #jungkook smut #mafia!bts #mafia jungkook #mafia!jungkook #jungkook au #hoseokmylovesworld

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lokislytherin · 3 years

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MASTERPOST :>

SIDE BLOG @rinarchive52 WITH REPOSTED FICS COZ I GOTTA KEEP TRACK OF MY STUFF YK

i gotta stop getting lost in my content / losing my content to the tumblr void so here is a neatly compiled list of everything i’ve ever written and posted, as well as everything i want to start / get done!

main fandoms: tower of god, lookism, nijisanji EN

COMPLETED

tower of god:

tog calendar: sandwiches, summonings and supernatural beings

japan boarding school horror story: toilet bound viole senpai

joseon dynasty ehwaryun: 火花

khundeath crack ft whipped reaper bam: no body no crime

khunbam soft tango dancing ft hwaryun: permission to dance

deep voice khun x writer bam: my mind turns your life into folklore

vday / white day exchange: you are in love

aguero is not scared of eldritch bam: wake me in the moonlight

bam gets yeeted out of bed: how to share a bed by khun a.a

soft sadist!maschenny: we're going crazy, 본 적 없던 naughty girl

beauty and the beast, nekokhun: dinner here is never second best

alice in wonderland, kidnapped cop!bam: we found wonderland

khun maria character study: twit

gumiho!khun x hwarang!bam with a lil plot twist: stay gold

tog x bnha au with todoroki!khun and villain deku!bam: bad guy

mafia spy!khun x cop!bam in khunfam party: bang bang bang

kiki’s delivery service khunbam au: cruel summer

nijisanji EN:

vox akuma + eldritch kindred: love me only til this spring

cop au!vox vs fulgur: cyborgs roll the dice, demons roll their eyes

debut lore fulgur gets isekai’d into a barn: how baa-thersome

sonny brisko creates chaos as goose: it’s time to HUNT

pickpocket konbini tenchou alban: welcome to the nekonbini

fulgur ovid attempts to babysit noctyx: baby, baby, baby, NO

vox akuma bday fic for akumazine: and there is happiness

uki gaslight gatekeep girlbosses legatus: the ‘leg’ in legatus

yandere student council president sonny x reader: PSYCHO.

cartographer!fulgur ft mer!uki: something fishy in the water

fulgur sheep transmigration fic, the sequel: yes i read you

merry crisis to hako tenshi: no shame, that’s where i’m at

akumazine round 2 ft hako tenshi: i do wish me a lovely night

lookism:

social anxiety awkward jay au: hong jaeyeol can’t communicate

chainsaw man!lookism au: 努力、未來、a beautiful star

idol!daniel x med student jay + plot twist: all eyes on me now

joy pov jay sick fic ft sibling feelings + daniel: made with love

5 wingmen vs 1 potential valentines janiel owo: hit and run

fluffy angsty gundaniel hurt and janiel comfort: finally clean

idol!daniel x med jay sequel + fox ears: you know i hype you boy

komi!jay finally confesses for white day: baby i love, i love you

janiel ft crystaljay arranged marriage: i found myself dreaming

janiel finally get their happy ending: and i hope i never lose you

byelingual gun x izakaya!reader + plot twist: speak no evil

idol daniel x pianist med jay: hey piano man, your dancing hands

assassinseok fails to kill jay 4 whole times: come a little closer

marine biologist x selkie jay ft ocean puns: when i sea you again

tattoo artist dan x gay panicking jay: nineteen’s kitsch

jay finds out ui dan is a closet cuddlebug: marshmallow cheeks

jaeseok meet cute + dan’s first time on a plane: city of stars

samuel and eli take care of yenna: and at last i see the light

flirty hyungseok x batman![guess who!]: hero in black armor

park jinyoung character study: hopes for tomorrow

prince!dan x protective guardian angel!jay: hikaru nara

vampire!dan x werewolf!jay rom com: mabushikute

spiderjay for nanowrimo: hong jaeyeol, superhero

jangseo hostel christmas ft yenna: snowing in my heart

lunar new year dragonjay: raging fire, roaring flood

trigun stampede:

aboverse plantcest fluff and theoretical cuddling: koko ni, nai

millions knives? no he’s a worm now: would you still love me

the grandmaster of demonic cultivation | 魔道祖師:

mid autumn festival wangxian ft glowsticks: 舉頭望明月

bts:

handsome detective kim seokjin says be gay solve crime: save me

joon has heart cancer but it’s not what you think: 나 너를 사랑해

bwl era sope confession: i want to see the stars in your eyes

vampire!jeon jeongguk x human!reader: euphoria

waiter jeongguk coffeeshop au, u’ll get diabetes: hot stuff, beware

TO COMPLETE

tower of god:

khunbam idol au, singer!bam x manager!khun: ships in the night

khunbam merfolk au (title is a spoiler / pun btw): fish out of water

snow queen!khun + angels/demons: it’s always you, crystal snow

harry potter chosen ones!khunbam (title pun): works like a charm

bts:

detective jin says be gay solve crime part 2: i’m fine

beauty and the beast werewolf!joon x fairy!jin: the truth untold

circus au with photographer!jk + journalist!suga: burn the stage

mermaid!yoongi x human prince!jimin (same universe as ttu): run

lookism:

star tears disease ft pining jaeyeol x oblivious daniel: starshatter

sussy ceo dg x journalist reader: devil by the window

jay adopts 5 y o kid!daniel: the single father to husband pipeline

dan accidentally moves in with ghost!jay: haunted

valentines secretary x ceo jaydan: my new boss is a himbo!!

niji:

reverse isekai with writer ike eveland: hope in the dark

TO START

tower of god:

little red riding hood yuri x big bad wolf mas: i’m a little monster

aladdin au khunbam ft genie!rak: shining shimmering splendid

yuri on ice x yuchenny (khunbam as otayuri): born to make history

model!khun x broke accidental sugar baby!bam: blue heart emojis

snippets of things from ships in the night, non-khunbam centric

genshin impact:

鲸鱼之歌 (whale song): singer!childe x retired pianist!zhongli

fearless: jeanlisa dancing in the rain ft klee (no electrocharge)

niji:

noctyx tog au ft other niji members: spiral to the abyss

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justcallmenikki7 · 4 years

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BTS Reaction To: You Break Them Out of Jail

Mafia!Au

Summary: your mafia boyfriend ends in jail and you break them out of jail

Warnings: mafia au, shooting, death, badass!reader, crack, sexual undertones, the maknae causing ruckus, slight dom!reader (NO SMUT! It was just undertone towards jimin), and yeah, language.

Request:

Mind if I request A BTS mafia au reaction to their gf breaking em out of jail? Idk why but I rlly wanna see how u'd write this & I've seen so many things about how badass the mafia au males are (no hate, most of them are hella cool) so...how bout a BTS (mafia ofc) reaction to their gf being a badass? (Any scenario, etc I don't really mind)

W.C: 2.3K

Notes: wow, this was different in terms of writing about the reader being badass instead of being innocent lmao. I hope you all enjoy it! Also, I combined the two requests in this since they were similar to one another!

Jin:

Jin was not even worried about his supposed ‘time’ in prison during court. He knew that his smirk that he held during court infuriated both the judge and district attorney. He was sadistically pleased when the district attorney showed irritation when he asked, “why are you so happy? Are you happy from all of the murders and violence you have caused? Are you that sick in the head?”

Jin did not reply, but only gave him a wink and smirk.

Now, sitting in a prison cell, counting down the time until you came and broke him out of prison. When he heard commotion from down the wall, he knew it was time. Going to stand at the bars, he wrapped his hands around the bars, casually leaning so he can play the role of acting ‘suspicious’ on why there are gun shots being fired and people screaming. Once he saw your long hair and heard your voice ordering commands at his gang, he could not help but feel both turned on and in love.

“Where’s Kim Seokjin’s cell?” You demanded, gripping the collar of the guard.

“Fifth cell on the left,” he stuttered out, whimpering when he felt Taehyung’s gun being pressed to the side of his head.

Once you got in front of your husbands’ cell, you could not help but smile. “You look hot in a jumpsuit,” you winked at him.

When the jail cell opened, Jin brought you into him and gave you a deep, passionate kiss. Even though the two of you have been away from one another for two days, he still missed you like crazy.

“Hey, hyung, we gotta go or unless you want to be charcoal in t-minus five minutes, your choice.” Jungkook spoke sarcastically, leaned up against the wall casually, looking down at his watch.

“Watch it, Maknae.”

He was only answered with a bunny smile.

Yoongi:

Yoongi was leaned up against the wall outside, watching all of the other prisoners either play basketball or lift weights. He knew some of them, having ran into them on the streets or have done business with them, but that does not mean he is going to be buddies with them. The other ones, the ones he did not know, he found comical. From how they walked with such confidence and smugness, boasting about how what they did is worse than others to end up in prison.

Playing with the bracelet you got him for your second anniversary, he waited patiently for you. He knew that you were planning on how to break him out of this hell hole. So, when he saw a drome fly over the prison fence, he could not be filled with pride, knowing that his queen was saving him, something he found funny.

“What the fuck is that?” He heard the guards ask each other, but to be only answered by getting shot, the drome that Jungkook built having guns attached to it.

Screaming filled the outside, along with grenades going off.

Turning to look towards the explosion, he saw you walk out with a lady guard, gun pressed to her head as she led you to Yoongi. Once you saw him, you shot the guard, throwing her to the ground before you ran to your husband. When you got close enough, you jumped into Yoongi’s arms, legs wrapping around his waist.

“I fucking hate you, you know that?” Was the first thing you asked and the one thing that made Yoongi’s heart skip a beat happily.

“I know,” Yoongi smirked, taking your gun from you so he can get the both of you out of the shit hole of a prison.

Hoseok:

What scared the underground world the most is how equally crazy you and Hoseok are. Truthfully, the judge and district attorney, along with the police department were terrified when the newbie arrested Jung Hoseok and took him to court. He, obviously, was not warned about the one and only, Jung Hoseok.

Sitting through the whole trial with a blank, but deadly expression on his face, Hoseok was silent. He knew that the judge was terrified of him, which Hoseok found funny, playing with the old man by staring at him with a blank expression every time the judge and him made eye contact. Everyone in the court room that they will eventually be meeting their death soon from how they were going against the mafia boss.

Laying down on the uncomfortable bed, Hoseok stared blankly at the ceiling, messing with his rings. A terrified scream was what alerted him, but the laugh that followed after it had Hoseok’s heart soaring.

“Princess,” he whispered, but then scowled. “What the fuck is she doing?” He asked himself in disbelief.

“She is breaking your dumbass out of prison. Unless, you enjoy the bed and shitty food, then forget about it,” you answered sarcastically, arms crossed over your chest.

“Dumbass? Better watch your mouth princess,” Hoseok warned, smirk on his face as he walked up the bars.

“Fucking gross you guys, just unlock the jail cell and lets go before the swat gets here,” Yoongi groaned, shooting a guard.

Once you opened the cell, Hoseok brought you in, breath fanning across your neck, “Just wait until we get home.”

Looking up at him, a smile on your face. “Can’t wait,” you replied, kissing his lips sweetly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And he did.

Namjoon:

You walked into the prison, dressed in a pair of skintight jeans, black knee length boots, black blouse, and your hair curled tightly. A confident smirk was on your lips as you walked up to the window with the front desk lady sitting behind the window.

“How can I help you?” The lady asked bored, not looking up from her phone.

Rolling your eyes, you pulled your gun out from the back of your pants, cocking it, catching the lady’s attention. “Where is Kim Namjoon?” You demanded. Trying to call for back up, you shot her straight in the heart, sighing. “Dumbass.”

“Noona! You gotta chill,” Jimin teased, “I know you miss your Da—”

Slapping him, “watch it, Jiminie, or you’ll be in trouble yourself.” You whispered into his ear, drawing a whimper from the boy.

“We got the guards covered, the door is unlocked, here’s the key to his cell.” Hoseok ran up to you, handing you the keys.

“Thanks, Hoseokie.” You smiled, turning to look behind you, “Kookie, cover my ass!” You yelled, running to Namjoon, Jungkook right behind you.

“Kitten? Is that you?” You heard Namjoon call out, making your heart race. Stopping in front of his cell, you could not help but to tear up. Not seeing him for a week, you were emotional and missed your fiancé. “Don’t cry baby, I’m here now.” Unlocking his cell, you jumped into his arms, clinging onto him. “God, I’ve missed you.” Namjoon sighed, nuzzling your head, kissing the top of it. “Let’s go home.”

Jimin:

Jimin cringed at the food in front of him, even if you can call it that. “I’d rather starve than eat this shit,” he muttered to himself, pushing the tray away from him.

The sound of the lunchroom’s doors being slammed opened and two gunshots ringing throughout the room caught everyone’s attention. Commotion rose when two guards were shot, silencing the whole room. Heels clicked against the ground, a familiar sound to Jimin.

“Where is Park Jimin?” Your voice demanded, a beautiful sound to Jimin. Seokjin’s hand pointing towards the short man had you smiling brightly, relief flooding through your body at the sight of your boyfriend.

“What the fuck is this?” A prisoner demanded, standing up from his table.

Your smile turned into a scowl, eyes glaring at the male. “What does it matter to you, asshole?”

“You’re just breaking out your boyfriend, who in fact, is a murder and drug lord instead of the innocent ones? This is bullshit.” He yelled, stalking towards, only to be stopped by Taehyung and Jungkook.

Raising your gun, you shot the man in the head, annoyed by him. This caught everyone else’s attention. “Now, if anyone has a problem with this, then feel free to stand up and make your point. If not, then good for you for wanting to stay alive.”

Feeling an arm around your waist and the person leading you out of the lunchroom, you left the prison. “You being dominant and badass is a real turn on,” Jimin said, bringing a chuckle out of you.

“I was actually nervous as fuck.”

Taehyung:

Taehyung felt disgusting.

Normally, he is dressed in name brand designer clothes, such as Gucci. Right now, he is dressed in cheap jumpsuits, something that he can tell is irritating his skin. Picking at the clothes in the washrooms, he shivered in disgust at the stain that was on it. “Unsanitary,” he mumbled, shaking his head in disappointment.

Touching his face, he looked at himself in the cracked mirror, frowning once again at how dry his skin is. The sound of someone tapping on the window caught his attention. Looking up at the window that was displayed above the lockers, Taehyung saw your face pop out from the corner. He saw your eyes crinkle, a tell-tale sign of you smiling.

“Oh God, please tell me that she’s wearing a harness.” He prayed, wanting you to be secured in the harness you are obviously wearing to hang on the side of the building.

He saw you motion back, to which he did. Next thing he knew was the glass breaking, making him cringe at the sound, knowing that it caught the attention of guards. But what was surprising none came.

“Namjoon gassed the hallways, and Jimin cut off the cameras.” You answered his thoughts. “But, I am here to save you, Romeo!” You joked, throwing rope through the window for him to use to climb through the window.

“I’m coming, Juliet!” Taehyung laughed, shaking his head. Once the two of you climbed to the top of the building, he pulled you in for a hug.

“Oh!” You said excitedly, you grabbed the backpack from Yoongi, “Here’s some clothes to change in to.”

“You know me so well,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Jungkook:

As the guard was shoving Jungkook down the hallway to his cell, Jungkook could not help but to laugh.

“what the fuck are you laughing at, Jeon?” The guard demanded, shoving the mafia lead even harder from behind.

“Oh, just knowing that you are going to be dying soon.” Jungkook answered, smirking at the fact that the guard did not shove him again.

“Is that a threat, punk?” The guard demanded, but the underlying fear was evident in his voice, satisfying Jungkook.

“No, it is a promise.”

And true to his word, the sound of explosions coming from Block A caught their attention, only the reactions different. Jungkook was holding a proud smirk, knowing that you were behind this and the guard held the look of terror. Trying to reach someone over the walkie talkie, he did not realize that Jungkook was getting away.

“Fuck! Jeon get back here, now!”

As Jungkook was running down the hallway, he was hit with a bullet in the back of his shoulder, knocking him down to the ground. Jungkook let out a ‘fuck!’ from the pain he felt. The side door opened, revealing you standing with your hair in a messy bun and dust covering your face.

“Fuck no,” you growled from seeing your boyfriend on the ground, a bullet wound evident. Seeing the guard running towards you guys, you quickly took your gun out of your holster, pointing accurately at the guard before shooting him in the chest once and then the head for good measure.

“Why am I the one always getting shot,” your boyfriend groaned in irriation, “this is the second time this month.” He complained.

“Well, if you weren’t such a dumbass, then we wouldn’t be in this position.” You countered back.

“Stop being right,” Jungkook grumbled.

“I love you too, babe.”

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The Lions Den

Mafia!Jiminx Wife!Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Chapter 18.

Warnings: Smut, Blood, Guns, Knives, Excessive Cursing, Excessive Alcohol Intake, Smoking (Cigarettes and Cigars), Mental Health Issues

Warnings In This Chapter: Some Good Ol’ Angst, Angry!Jimin, Jealous!Jimin, Fluff, Blood, Children’s Body Parts

A/N: Guys, ILY. Shout out to my forever squad @ppersonna, @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia.

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4 weeks before Casino Night

It's like a terminal disease, eating it's way through your home. It's taking members of your family in the night. The heartache, the silence, the suffering.

It's like when you have the flu. All of your senses have become dim. Your ears feel muffled, you can't smell properly, can't even taste.

And, sickness always gets worse before it gets better.

You've been distant from your husband lately. Or rather, he's been distant from you.

He's been working to keep the pain and misery away but you can understand him. He finds the calming sense of relief only when he lays his head on the pillow beside you before sleeping.

Entering the kitchen, his eyes drift over to you before kissing your temple as you lean against the white countertop.

His eyes fall to your protruding stomach before ripping them away and pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Good morning." You whisper as your hands cup the black ceramic of your teacup.

"Morning, Kitten." He murmurs before taking a sip of coffee and looking out the window above the sink to the luscious backyard.

He has always had this never ending guilt when it comes to you and his family. There's always something to blame him for but now, he knows how close he is to ending it-- he can't feel the guilt, only the sense of waiting.

"The baby moved this morning." You notify him as he stares off into the distance.

He's been keeping distant with your children too. Like he doesn't want to relish in something that could disappear within moments.

"Oh good. She's healthy then." He says before clearing his throat.

You hum in agreement as you stand up tall. Your hand lands on your stomach and you catch him looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

"She's moving now if you want to feel it." You tell him as you set your cup down on the counter.

His fingers grip tighter at his own cup before clearing his throat.

"Nah. I gotta….Gotta get ready for today's job. I'm going to be busy all day." He whispers, his voice sounding strained and displaced.

His words don't hurt you, they make you feel sorry for him. Truly. To not even be able to relish in a smidgeon of happiness is heart wrenching.

But, you can understand. You avoided him for so long when you felt like you were letting him down just a few months ago. And, you know that no matter what happens he'll always find his way back to you. Because, you're both tethered to each other like fate.

"Alright. Well we love you." You tell him before walking around the large marble island and kissing his cheek. His eyes flutter shut as your distended belly presses to his side.

"I love you, too Kitten. Always. You know that." His hand leaves the cup for a fraction of a second before gripping it again.

"I'm going to stay home today, the baby is making me feel queasy." You tell him before patting his bicep.

"Do you...Do you want me to get you anything?"

You turn to him as you walk backwards.

"Just come home safe. That's all I want." You reply before heading towards the staircase.

You pace the home office as Namjoon sits in the big armchair behind the desk.

"I mean there has to be something to it, right? Some sort of clue." You say aloud as you perch your hand below your chin.

He kicks his feet up on the desk as he stares at the stock card. You both have been obsessed with this letter for a while now. Only you, Namjoon and Yoongi have discussed this in private. They were the two that were around you the most frequently.

"I don't know, there should be something but I've cross referenced both of the Im twins handwriting and it's not theirs. I had it professionally checked." Namjoon says as he takes off his glasses. He dabs the bridge of his nose with the back of his hand before setting down the threat note on the desk.

You grunt in frustration, your hand faltering to your stomach as your daughter flutters about inside you.

"There just has to be something. It's too...neat. Too weird, y'know?" You ask the now blue haired man as he hums in agreement.

"Hey, Y/N. We're gonna get these guys, alright? We will." Your friend promises as he puts his glasses back on.

You sit down in the large armchair as your eyes flit from his to the note on the desk.

"Something is off. Just not right and I can't put my finger on it. I know this card means something. I feel like I'm having deja vu. Like I've seen it before."

This peaks Joon's interest and he leans his elbows on the table as he presses his body to the desk.

"You've never told me that before." He says as he interlocks his fingers.

"Yeah. Well I've been having a lot of time to think since I don't spend time with my husband anymore." You snap at him, your eyes narrowing at the handsome man.

He clears his throat before nodding.

"Yeah. I get it. I'm sorry." He whispers as you look at the stained glass window.

You can see the rain drops as they lazily roll down the colored glass. You run your tongue over your teeth before putting your hand to your forehead.

There's silence for a while. A long while in fact. But, it's peaceful.

Namjoon clears his throat again before shifting in the large chair.

"Does he...talk about what's bothering him? Doesn't he open up?" You snort at his question before rolling your head to him, your hair falling over your shoulder as you sigh.

"Not since he opened up the Bullet Box." You reply, referencing to the gun compartment inside your room.

He sighs loudly before putting his hands on his face.

"We're like fucking drowning over here. We're so in the dark and now's the time where he has no plan?" You shrug and shake your head in confusion before looking back at the window.

At least you could confide in Joon, he's a good listener and impartial to everyone's feelings.

"We can't have a plan if we don't know what's going on. And, he thinks Casino Night is going to magically save him." You reply finally.

He lets out a disbelieving chuckle as he puts his hands on the sides of his head.

"Yeah well we need a real plan. Having all the lions in here is nice but we need a legitimate, unfailing plan." You nod as a raindrop slides down the sparrow's face on the stained glass window.

"Yes. We do." You reply as you close your eyes.

Your house was so stuffed full of people, it was almost becoming claustrophobic. The amount of times you’ve had to tell lions to put things down or not touch something was really getting under your skin.

They’re smart and fast when it comes to their jobs but dumb and slow on picking up how to be people. You’re beginning to think anyone with a bloodthirsty drive just gets a red hot poker to the back of their neck without any initiation or interview.

“Good evening Madam.” You hear from the kitchen as you sit on the couch in the sitting room.

You look up as Sanghoon enters the room.

There was just something about this guy that you adored. He kind of reminds you of Minseok in a way. He’s young, about eighteen or nineteen and has a smile that just lights up the room. He could have been an idol or something glamorous like that with his handsome features but he started working for you and your husband about two years ago.

“Hoonie.” You say happily as you close the book you’ve been reading.

Don’t get it twisted, you miss your kids around but some silence is nice too.

“I’d offer you some but you can’t.” He says as he holds up his beer with a smirk.

You pat the spot beside you on the couch as you rest your arm atop the lip. Folding your arm at the elbow, you press your palm to your temple as he walks over.

His strides are confident and calculated and it makes you smirk. When he first came to you guys he had a lot to learn. He was just a pickpocket on the streets of Seoul then. He had no family, no money or assets. And, now he walks around in Versace with the confidence of a thousand CEOs.

“Must be nice to not have idiots around touching all your shit, huh?” He asks with a chuckle as he sits down beside you.

You tuck your legs beneath you as you turn your body to him. You give a laugh at his comment before nodding as your eyes drift around the paintings that line the walls.

“Yeah, you’re right. It is. If I see another moron break an expensive vase I’ll shoot them myself.” You jeer making him laugh.

“You just let me know who it is, Vixen. I’ll take care of them. You shouldn’t overwork yourself in your state.” He says before taking a sip of his beer.

You raise your eyebrows at him before laughing.

“Oh really now, and who is it that taught you how to shoot when she was nine months pregnant with her son?” You ask, putting your hand over your heart daintily.

He holds his hands up with a smile before tilting his head.

“You’re right. You’re right. My bad. You can take care of ‘em on your own. I’m just saying...you shouldn’t have to.” He whispers. You hum to him as he leans in closer to you before putting his temple on the couch.

“You’ve been like an older sister to me, noona. Thanks. It means a lot.” He says sincerely as his fingertip circles rings around the beer bottle opening.

You snort gently before ruffling his hair. The front door opens and you turn your head to the noise. Your husband steps inside with a grocery bag and his eyes narrow at Sanghoon on the couch beside you.

“Hi, baby.” You say with a smile. He purses his lips before drawing his gun and setting the bag down on the table beside the door.

“Hi, wife. What are you doing up so late with my daughter in your belly?” He asks as he holds the gun up.

You roll your eyes, earning widening eyes from him.

“Waiting for you and talking to Hoonie.” You say confused as you tilt your head out of his gun's way.

“Hoonie. Is it?” He asks through clenched teeth as Sanghoon begins to stutter.

“You got a speech impediment, boy? Stammering and shit. You tryina fuck my pregnant wife?” Jimin asks loudly as he steps down the entryway steps.

“N-No! No Boss! I was thanking Y/N noona for taking me in.” Your husband hums loudly as Sanghoon stands up.

“Oh, babe. Come on. He’s just a kid. Don’t be like that.” You say as he cocks the gun.

Jimin rolls his head on his shoulder before stepping around the arm chair. The only distance between him and the younger man is the length of the coffee table at their feet.

“I like you Sanghoon. You’re grown up well in my family but that doesn’t mean you can be overly friendly with my wife. Do you understand me?” You flinch at his words before looking up at Sanghoon with sorry eyes as he whimpers beneath the gaze of the gun.

“Y-Yes Boss. I’m so sorry. I won’t- I’ll never-”

“Get out of my fucking sight before I shoot you.” Jimin sneers before uncocking his gun.

“Okay. Bye noona!” He says quickly before scurrying back into the kitchen and down the stairs.

You stare at your husband as he begins to pull off his tie with angry hands.

“That was so unnecessary. You scared him!” You admonish your husband as you stand up.

He chuckles to himself before looking down at you as he tosses his tie onto the armchair behind him.

“You were petting him like a fucking dog, Kitten. You think that’s not going to boil my blood? You want him to come back up and eat your pregnant cunt? Cause I’ll leave you two alone.” He says holding his hands up. You can hear the droll venom encased in his voice and it sends you standing on your toes in front of him in seconds.

“Don’t you fucking dare. You’ve been ignoring me for a month now, maybe more. And, now’s the time when you get macho husband on me? I don’t think so, Jimin. Quit it.” You say as you shove past him.

His hand catches your wrist quickly before pulling you into his arms. His hands become steady on your shoulders as he bends down to your height.

“You do understand that any man in any vicinity of you is going to set me off. Don’t you? He was looking at you like he wanted to fuck you. Pregnant with my baby or not. You’re my wife. You’re mine.” He says, staring into your eyes as his thumbs rub comforting strokes on your bare skin.

“Plus you had your tits practically out in this nightgown.” He murmurs as his eyes flicker to the swell of your breasts below the blood red silk.

“Yeah, well I’m married. You should trust me, idiot.” You say angrily. You’re taking it all in though before he goes quiet on you again for an extended period of time. You’re taking in the way he rubs your skin with his thumbs. Taking in the loving gaze he bores into your body. Everything.

You miss it. You miss him.

“I do trust you, baby. It’s any other man with a dick that I don’t trust.” He says softly and you want to mewl at his words.

All of a sudden he’s in your space again and you’ve been dying for him to be. You’ve missed him so dearly it almost makes you weep.

“Well I’d never do anything to lose you or your trust.” You whisper as you put your hand to your stomach.

His eyes follow your hand before biting at his bottom lip nervously.

“She’s moving around? The little peanut?” He asks as he lets you go.

That was the first time you’ve heard his adorable nickname for his new child. Hawon was little bean. Minseok was little man and now your newest daughter is little peanut.

“Yeah, she’s moving a lot.” You tell him, in hopes that he might react in some way for you to gauge just how close he’s going to let you become again.

He nods and his fingers flex uncomfortably like he wants to touch you.

"You can touch her if you want to. I'm sure she'd like it." Your voice sounds hopeful and you mentally chide yourself for it.

He begins to unbutton his black dress shirt as he steps away from you.

"I brought you home some of those ginger lollipops you like for when you feel sick and some more Tums for your heart burn." He says as he walks towards the entryway.

Wishful thinking you suppose as you follow behind him.

Laying down in bed, the second your head hits the pillow you're yawning loudly and turning onto your side.

Planting a pillow beneath your stomach you murmur to your husband, "I love you."

He looks up from the armchair by the chess table before running his hand over his face.

"I love you, too Kitten. Good night." You hear the self admonishing in his tone and even though you close your eyes you stay awake for a while.

Just being in the same room with him for now is comfy enough.

Behind black eyelids, the bed dips on his side.

He stares at your face, sighing gently to himself as he looks over your features.

He runs a hand over your cheek as he lays down beside you.

"God. You feel like a million miles away from me." He mutters as he leans in to you.

His plush lips kiss your forehead and linger for a while.

From your cheek, his hand slowly glides down your shoulder to your stomach.

This was why you stayed awake, even if he doesn't know it. It feels good to have him here again, with you again.

"Hi my little peanut." He whispers softly as he slides down the bed. He rests his head on the pillow under your stomach as he stares at your growing bump.

"Mommy's been taking good care of you. You're getting so big." He mumbles as he presses his lips to your belly.

You open one eye and smile as he rubs your stomach.

"I'm sorry daddy hasn't been around, it's not fair to you," You can feel the fluttering in your stomach and you know he does as well as he sighs, "I know. I'm sorry. I missed you. I'm just afraid right now. But, mommy is strong enough for the both of us."

You close your open eye as you begin to drift off to sleep.

"You know I love you, your siblings and your mommy more than anything, don't you?" You hear him ask softly as you fall asleep.

Waking up, you pretend like you didn't witness what happened last night. Certainly because Jimin makes it seem like it never happened.

Stepping out of bed, you stretch as he puts on his suit pants.

"Morning." You mumble, wiping the bleary sleep from your eyes.

"Morning, baby." He whispers before walking past you into the walk in closet.

You roll your eyes with a sigh before taking off to the bathroom.

You just have to let him come around. That's all there is to it.

"BOSS!" The scream is shrill and it aches your heart as you both peak out of the rooms you're in before looking at each other.

"MADAM!" You rush out of the bathroom in mere seconds. Grabbing your gun from the night table before ripping open the bedroom door.

Your husband is hot on your heels as you run down the hallway and down the stairs.

"What?! What's wrong?!" You yell as you reach the second landing.

"Hey Y/N. Take it easy." Taehyung says cautiously from the doorway.

"What is it?!" Jimin yells loudly as you finally reach the entryway.

Some lions move out of the way for you both as Taehyung sets a white cardboard box on the ground.

Your heart picks up, "Body parts?" You ask as he steps away from the box with his hand over his heart.

Jimin puts his hand on the small of your back as you bend down to open the box.

"Just relax, Y/N." Taehyung calls cautiously, earning a raised eyebrow from your husband.

Opening the box, you let out a strangled scream as children's body parts sit inside of the box.

"Fuck!" Jimin curses as he slams the lid out of your hands and back onto the box.

Your body falters, falling to the ground as you widen your eyes.

"Baby." Jimin whispers worriedly as he hoists you back up. Your eyes flicker to Hyunah's mansion down the road and you take off without a second though.

"KITTEN!" He yells as he starts to run behind you.

You can feel your chest tightening, sobs ripping from your throat as you barrel down the long stretch of gravel.

Your bare feet ache and get cut up by the small black stones but you keep running, the adrenaline pulsing through your veins like a hot fire.

Jimin catches up with you easily, he stays quiet as you run. His hands carding through his black hair.

Reaching the large gates of her home, you shove them open quickly. Your bloody feet leave marks on her concrete path as you rush to the entrance.

Two Lee men stand at the front door before standing up straighter as you approach.

"Madam, Sir."

"MOVE!" You bellow at the top of your lungs. Their eyes widen as they slowly move out of your way.

You open the door quickly, your eyes scanning the large living room before looking out the large windows to her pool.

You can hear small giggles from the backyard and you sob loudly as you run past Hyunah's butler.

"Hawon! Minseok!" You scream as you rush past the kitchen to the open doors.

Hyunah turns her head to the scream as she sits up in her chaise lounge.

"Whoa. You guys okay?" Yoongi asks while burning out his cigarette as you step out onto the back patio.

Your eyes scan the backyard quickly before a wave of relief runs through you.

"Oh my God! Come here!" You call to your children as you rush off of the stone patio to the pool.

"Mommy!" Hawon cheers and you pull her and Minseok into your arms as fast as you can.

"Jisuk, come here baby!" You call to your nephew who smiles widely at his name passing through your lips.

Jimin crouches down beside you wiping his face of his tears.

"My babies." He whispers before hugging Minseok close to his body.

Jimin's index finger crooks under your chin before pulling your face towards his. He presses his lips firmly to yours as you coddle your daughter to your chest.

"Thank God you're safe." You whisper as she hugs you back.

Whose child was in that box? Who is going through a heartbreak that cannot be foretold? You pity them but you're happy your family is safe.

#the lions den #thebtswritersclub #btswritingcafe #btscreatorscorner #mafia!au #mafia!bts #mafia!jimin #mafia!jimin x reader #mafia!jimin x wife

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minniepetals · 5 years

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yours alone

— summary: they were always captivated by your beauty, but sadly they aren’t the only ones.

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff / poly!au / mafia!au

— word count: 2.6k

— warnings: none

"You're stealing the spotlight, sweetheart."

You jumped at the sudden voice whispered into your ear as two hands snaked around your waist from behind, and a blush crept up your cheeks as you finally realized the stares you were receiving from almost every corner.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stand out," you quickly apologized and turned yourself around to face the smirking man in front of you. You wanted to give him attention but also to hide your face away from the crowd. "This dress isn't even a bold color like most other girls out here," you said, pouting a little as you stared down at your light golden ball gown before looking back up at Taehyung whose face was hidden behind a black mask. "Why are they staring?"

A small chuckle left his lips and someone else wrapped their arms around you from the back, propping their chin upon your shoulder. "Baby, no matter what you wear, you'll always outshine everyone else," Jimin said.

"You could wear a trash bag and we'd still be in awe with you."

You looked away from Jungkook's piercing gaze, his royal blue mask hiding almost every part of that handsome face. "I-I'm not that..."

The youngest of the seven held your chin against his thumb and forefinger, a smirk crept on the corner of his lips as you tried to avoid his eyes but couldn't with how close he had gotten to you. "You're blushing."

"I'm not blushing." You were terrible at lying and they all knew. "Also, stop hovering over me, I thought you guys didn't like pda."

"Don't mistake us for Namjoon and Yoongi hyung," Taehyung said with a pointed look, "we love claiming what's ours." His lips brushed against your earlobe and you flinched away, only to have Jimin right behind you to trap you inside the circle the maknae line have made.

"There's probably more stares now," you worried, blush never going away as you tried to escape from them. Sharp piercing gazes, delicate touches, and honey-like voices. They were dangerous. Too dangerous.

"Embarrassed of us?" Jimin feigned a pout.

"I didn't mean that," you frowned, "you know I didn't mean that."

"What can we do, my love," Jungkook grabbed your attention to him once again, this time his fingers tracing along the patterns of your golden mask. "How are we supposed to focus on our mission when you're out here looking like this?"

"And stealing everyone's attention?" Taehyung chimed in.

Jimin nodded, his mask brushing lightly upon your skin as he placed a slow kiss on your shoulder. "Makes us very possessive."

"If you were going to be like this, why have me come along to your mission?" You scolded. Though you loved their attention, you'd rather it be in a private background, not where everyone could be staring. You hated being in the center of attention and they certainly weren't helping.

"Stop hoarding our Y/N, baby boys."

All of you turned around at the familiar voice and you found yourself breathing out a sigh of relief at the sudden distraction.

Hoseok smirked at the sight of the four of you, meeting your eyes as he held a hand out. "Come here, baby girl," he commanded. Who would be a fool to refuse Jung Hoseok's hands? Once you walked past the three maknaes and placed your hand upon Hoseoks’, he greeted you with a kiss on the back of your hand before pulling you in close. "We're here to blend in," he said then looked up to give the boys a pointed look, "we're not here to be at the center of attention."

Jungkook shrugged as he placed his hands in his pockets. "Baby girl's too pretty, hyung."

"You're right," the oldest sighed, giving a light squeeze on your shoulder, "it was a bad idea bringing you here. You're too beautiful even under this mask." Hoseok let his fingers tap lightly on your mask before returning his gaze on the three boys again. "Yoongi's waiting. Go do your job."

"Yes, sir." With a playful salute, Jimin walked away after sending you a wink and the other two followed just behind his steps.

"May I have this dance?"

You turned your attention back at the man beside you and smiled, giving your hand to him and he led you towards the dance floor. The ballroom glistened with a beautiful golden glow but under the sparkling chandelier lights, the center of attention was clearly Jung Hoseok himself. Despite wanting to blend in on the scene, if Hoseok was ever on a dance floor, he'd shine no matter what. Luckily no one knew who they were under the masks, luckily the two of you could dance freely with less caution.

"Missed me?" Your dancing partner asked, a playful smirk displayed on his lips. "Namjoon told me you've been whining about me not coming home these days."

"Of course I missed you," you pouted, "It's been three nights without you, Hoseok, so when the opportunity arrived and Namjoon said I could come on this mission with you guys, I couldn't say no knowing I'd finally see you again. Three nights is long."

"Imagine my nights, darling, at least you had the other boys with you."

"You're right," you sighed, thankful for the rest, "but one gone makes things feel so empty. You're alright, right? Not hurt anywhere from that mission?"

"Who do you think I am?" Hoseok boasted with pride. "No enemy can hurt someone like me, and you'd know what'll happen if someone ever came close."

"Either you'd break them yourself or the others would haunt them down." You nodded, pressing your lips into a thin line. "I never thought I'd see you again in this environment though," you admitted, "I thought more of me running into your arms the second you arrive home."

He leaned in, squeezing your waist. "And you'd greet me with a searing kiss, right?" Your cheeks flushed and his smirk faltered a little while later, replaced with a small pout as he looked around at the mask that hid part of your face. "Want to kiss you now, want to see your face clearly." He was closer, breath tickling your skin and for a moment, a part of you felt as if he'd lean right in and claim your lips but to your disappointment, Hoseok backed away at a fair space. "But it's too risky here."

He caught your disappointed face and held your head up for you to meet his gaze again. "Don't look too sad, pretty girl, you'll have me when this is all over," he promised. "But for now," the hand that held your hand raised into the air, ready to spin you, "I've gotta go, darling."

Though confused, Hoseok didn't allow you to question him as he spun you around, hand slipping away and you were met with another pair of arms that replaced Hoseok's warmth.

"Hi peaches," Jin greeted, naturally falling into steps without mistake.

"Hoseok..-"

"They need him," the man explained and though disappointed once again, you nodded. "What? You don't want me being here?"

You sent him a playful glare. "That's not what I meant and you know it."

He laughed aloud. "I know, baby. You miss him too."

"Mhm," you nodded with a slow sigh. "How's it going so far with...whatever you're doing?"

"Good, good," Jin mused, giving you a few pats with the hand that held your waist, "At least I hope so."

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "Weren't you just with them?"

"I had to deal with some other business," he told you, "but I've got to say, it's kinda hard to stay focused when you're here."

A little pout of worry fell at your lips. "Sorry, I'm a distraction aren't I? I worry you guys too much. But the enemies don't know how I look like so aren't I fine?"

"Yes, we worry about your safety but that wasn't what I meant."

You blinked and tilted your head to the side. "Then...?"

He spun you around before grabbing you back to him again and this time, his face was much closer. "You're beautiful, pretty girl," Jin breathed and the blush crept up upon your face once again. "Even under this mask, you're like the princess that belongs in the center of attention and I think this," his nose tapped your mask, "intrigues them even more."

"But I'm yours," you reminded him, a beaming smile curling at your lips as he rested his forehead against yours, "So their attention doesn't matter as long as I am yours. I'm fine with just this."

Jin mirrored your smile, satisfied with your reply. "That's my girl."

Without a moment too soon as the two of you continued bathing in each other's comfort, Jin's attention was shifted towards somewhere else as he spotted someone storming his way. He let you go and you looked up in confusion before your hand was snatched by someone else, the man forcing you to follow him.

"Joon, hey-"

"We're leaving," the man spat out and you looked from over your shoulder to find the rest of the guys just behind, Jungkook explaining to Jin what had happened and his eyes were quick to darken.

"What's wrong?" You asked, turning back to Namjoon. "What happened?"

His strides quickened and because he had longer legs, you started struggling behind him, especially with the heels you were wearing. Not only that but the grip he held you with was also beginning to hurt and not long after, you almost stumbled upon your feet.

"Joon, slow down," you pled. The chilly night breeze greeted you the second you were out of the building and as Namjoon led you down the stairs, your heels pinned down against your long dress, causing you to almost fall if it weren't for the man to quickly catch you before you could hurt yourself.

He let out a frustrated grunt. "I'm sorry," he cringed and the second he caught sight of the slight bruise on your wrist from not realizing he had held onto you too strongly, Namjoon spat out a curse. "I'm so sorry, baby."

Yoongi took off his blazer to put it around you, seeing that you had gotten the chills while you gave the boss a concerned gaze. "It's okay, Joon," you promised him, taking his hand and squeezing it to conceal that promise.

A sigh left his lips and he grabbed your wrist again but this time with a much more gentle hold. "Let's go," he ordered and allowed you to climb into the limbo in which the chauffeur had opened the door to.

The ride was silent as you sat in between Namjoon and Hoseok. Yet despite how silent it was, their intimidating gaze lingered on you, masks stripped off their faces while you still had yours on, and the two 94 liners had their hands possessively on you.

Which meant one thing; jealousy had struck.

But everything was fine just minutes ago. What happened as you and Jin were enjoying your dance?

You ignored their gazes and moved around, only for Hoseok to tug you back. "I just want to take off my heels," you told him and Namjoon responded, quickly taking the heels off for you but without trying to hurt your foot any further, before returning to rest his head against your shoulder.

You let out a heavy sigh. "What's wrong?"

"He wants you, baby girl, frick," Jimin was first to say, annoyance clear in his tone.

"He?" You worried for a moment, sinking into Hoseok and Namjoon's holds.

Another gang boss?

"The second he laid eyes on you, he cut off our conversation to tell his men to get you until we told him that you were already ours," Taehyung said.

"That bastard thought it'd be alright to have you as an object of negotiation."

"No way in hell are we giving you up that easily," Yoongi bellowed after Jungkook.

Luckily you were all in a vehicle otherwise you knew something would have already gotten thrown onto the floor. But you understood where their anger was coming from; another mafia boss was wanting what was already theirs.

"You're not leaving us, Y/N," Hoseok said in a more calm voice. He took your chin to tilt your head to meet his gaze, running his hands behind your head to untangle the mask that hid part of your face and his eyes melted for a moment when he finally got to see you clearly again since leaving for three nights. A few golden glitter lingered on your skin from the mask, making you glow even more under the moonlight glaring through the window. "Good thing he hadn't seen what was under this mask," Hoseok commented, a lopsided smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "otherwise we would have actually hurt him."

"You're too beautiful," Namjoon sighed from behind, back hugging you and pressing little pecks on your exposed neck.

"But you're ours and ours alone," Jin claimed.

Right as Hoseok's forehead met yours, the limbo came to a stop and he let out a huff. "Let's go," he said impatiently, grabbing your hand and led you out.

The second you stepped foot onto the ground, you hissed at the cold sensation, suddenly remembering that Namjoon had taken your heels off for you. "Cold," you shivered and Hoseok was quick to pick you up without another word, leading you into the house, up the stairs and into the bedroom.

"You're not leaving our sight today," Yoongi demanded as he climbed onto the bed the second you were placed upon it.

"But I-"

"Everyone else was able to get a good look at you tonight, it's our turn now."

A light giggle fell out of you and they frowned at the sound. "Why are you laughing?" Jungkook huffed, "We're serious."

"It's just," you giggled again, "fun to see you all possessive and jealous."

"Fun?" Jimin scoffed, arms crossing against his chest. "Are you provoking us?"

"No, no, I'm just saying.."

"What?"

You looked at them all, those eyes that were staring right back at you. You let your legs dangle from the bed, kicking it for a moment. "You know that I hate being in the center of attention, right?" You asked them.

"Yeah..?" Taehyung blinked, not understanding where you were going with that.

"Well, I think that," they could see your cheeks turning into a rosy pink and smirks tugged at their lips, "I don't think I mind being in the center of your attention."

Hoseok stepped up to raise his knee against the mattress, beside you, his opposite arm raising to trace along your jawline with delicate touches. "You don't, hm?" He asked smugly, voice dropping.

Flustered once more, you looked away from those tempting eyes. "You have to know something."

"What is it, baby girl?"

"I'm yours."

They didn't expect that. They knew it was true but you weren't really one to state such a thing so lightly. You've said it before but they weren't common words that came out from your mouth.

"No matter who wants to take me away," you continued, grabbing Hoseok's hand to interwoven your fingers together before you looked back at the rest of them, "As long as you'll have me, I am yours. You don't have to give me anything, I don't need gold nor silver, they're all useless compare to your love. Nothing else matters as long as I'm with you."

"Oh, my love...-"

"But," you placed your finger against Hoseok's lips just as he was about to lean in and a frown formed upon his face, "You have to promise me that you won't leave me for someone else either."

A hand snaked around your waist from behind and suddenly your were surrounded by all of them.

"We would never dare." Hoseok took your hand away, eyes slowly closing as his lips inched closer and closer until you were met with a slow kiss so sweet and filled with love.

"We are yours, Y/N. Yours alone."

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sly-merlin · 4 years

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Killing Me - 6 | n.y

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au , smut

warnings of this chapter : use of few curse words. weapons

summary : “life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

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“CONGRATULATIONS ON THE WEDDING MRS. NAKAMOTO!”

And yuta’s words kept ringing even when he was gone. Mechanically, your hands were balled into fists, anger rising. You were not feeling bitter at his words, for you didn’t expect anything better from him. But he shouldn’t have attacked your dignity in front of strangers.

only five minutes had passed and you were already encumbered with the weight of the ornament.

Your eyes were fixated on the place where yuta stood earlier. Each and every presence in the room could easily sense your aggravation for the man.

After a few more moments of silence, Kun took your hand in his, dragging you inside with him. You were startled at his sudden action but nonetheless tagged along.

“We are having brunch, whoever wants to eat can join us!” he announced whilst facing forward.

You both passed the open kitchen to halt at the big dining hall packed with a large table and what looked like countless chairs. It was just twin room of the hallway, with just more accommodation.

“The house doesn’t seem this big from outside though?” Kun chuckled as he set his eyes on your genuinely confused face.

“The ground floor has only two halls, kitchen and one other room. We skipped the backyard and just constructed this according to our needs. Big family, you know” he scanned the chairs and continued. “And we’ll add one more chair for you” you responded with only a tight lipped smile. He seemed to be content though.

Before you could converse further, your attention was diverted to the muttering of several boys, entering not so quietly into the room.

“Sit here, near my chair” Kun ushered you towards a chair. “I’ll be back with the food.”

A taller boy, maybe Jungwoo was the first to sit near you and greeted you with an electric eye smile which you tried to return with same energy. Everyone was scattered around the table by now. Some of them were glancing at you but no words were spoken.

You were about to distract yourself with your phone when Kun and another boy came back to the hall with two trolleys occupied with the food and plates. After plates were passed to everyone, delicious ttaekbokki ramyeon and tempura veges were served. the food looked mouth watering and hums of satisfaction confirmed your belief. you had just started eating when someone entered the room.

“Why is she sitting on my seat?

You stopped chewing hearing jaehyun’s voice.

“I told her to! And don’t use this tone again. Not with family at least!”

You could’ve paid heed to Kun’s sensible words but jaehyun seemed too keen on robbing you of any kindness.

“It’s just been a day and she is already replacing people here!” he remarked before sitting far away from his supposed seat.

“Jaehyun!” Kun’s voice was laced with an unsaid warning.

“Yeah, whatever.”

Despite being hungry earlier, you couldn’t swallow the food properly. You were not there to replace anyone .you were just as displeased to be in his presence as he was. But his displeasure for you was getting unbearable.

You were so engrossed in thoughts that you didn’t notice that everyone was already leaving with their plates. Kun and Johnny had noticed your hurt expressions at jaehyun’s words but there was so little they could do right now.

Under their studying eyes, you hurriedly tried to finish the remaining food.

“You should not move in today” taeil, whom you recognised from the first day, spoke.

“And why is that?” Johnny asked, pointing his chopsticks towards him.

“It’s just not a very fruitful day for moving in. that’s it” taeil replied with a serious expression.

“Now welcome to the 21st century grandpa! We don’t believe in superstitions devised when YOU were born!” Johnny snickered at the older.

“Ok do it! Don’t come to me later on. The legends are there for a reason.”

“I dreamt pigs the day I came across him anyway and I don’t think any spirit can be more evil than him!” as you finished, the four men started laughing hysterically.

“Y/n is such a match for me!”

But taeil quickly disapproved. “No, I don’t need two Johnny here.”

“I gotta go” taeyong announced. “Welcome to family y/n. I know this is not a very pleasant situation but it is what it is. You are welcomed here anytime and this place is yours as much as ours. Take care!” you merely nodded towards him. Were you supposed to show gratitude? You weren’t sure of that yet!

“So everyone I saw earlier lives here!” you asked Kun curiously. You weren’t sure to whom this place belonged and what exactly was this house. Their residential place? But why did they have a basement with metal doors then? It was better to just ask than assume.

But instead of Kun, taeil responded. “This house was designed by ten and doyoung to facilitate us with everything that wasn’t possible in the apartments we used to live earlier. Whilst looking like any posh dwelling in the area, it is not just that. The dining room might have provided you some insight already. My room is downstairs or I might say the only room on this floor in mine. Everyone else is settled on first and second floor. You can do a tour if you want. And if you want to stay here, I would love to displace Johnny outta his room and you can spend the night in mine.” his speech ended with a sincere smile.

“Whoa hyung!” Johnny exclaimed with eyes opened to infinity. “She didn’t ask for a lecture. And don’t waste your breath explaining that you have the best room in the whole world when we are short on time here!”

“Why is that now?”

“I have to drop y/n to her apartment. Whenever she is done with the food of course.” Johnny said pointing towards your plate. Sometime while listening to taeil, you had dropped your chopsticks again but continued again, muttering an apology.

“What’s the hurry? I want to talk to her!” Kun whined at Johnny.

“Then tag along but only if y/n wants!” both of them raised their brows at you, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah, of course you can come. Why would I refuse? “You chuckled at their childish tactics.

Once you were done with the food, Kun seized your utensils as you tried to get up with the plate.

“Wait for me. I’ll be back and then we can go” he announced going out of the room.

You sheepishly looked at the both taeil and Johnny who were now busy in their respective phones. Just when you were fishing out your phone from the pocket, it ringed, startling you.

Chelin.

You hurriedly excused yourself to the farther corner of the room ,ready to get a scolding from her.

“Where are you?” you gulped at her cold voice.

“I’m –I had to-

“You moved out right. Your desk is clear. And you lied to me” her voice was laced with frustration. You could imagine that she was on the verge of pulling her hair. “You know what! Don’t talk to me again!” and with that she hung up.

You tried her number twice but she didn’t pick up. You knew she won’t be mad for too long. She was genetically incapable of doing that but still her being angry with you was not settling in.

“y/n!”

you gave up calling her and decided in favour of letting her cool down first. not like you had any other option!

“Are we going?”

“Yup and jaemin is going to join us.” you almost rolled your eyes at his mention. You couldn’t understand his interest in you but at least he was harmless, not like yuta.

As you four reached the large parking space, taeil went inside again saying his goodbyes. Now you were all waiting for jaemin to come outside but the boy was nowhere in sight.

“I’m here!” jaemin chimed but he was not alone. There were two other boys with him which he had tried to introduce earlier.

“I was packing some food . Jungwoo hyung told me that -

“Chit-chat in the car! Let’s go!” Johnny scolded them.

With few adjustments, you were on the road. The position of jisung and chenle appeared quite pitiful. Due to lack of space, they both were practically sitting on each other. Jaemin forced them to converse with you which turned out pretty nice for you.

All the three boys were techies or the backbone of the team, as jaemin exaggeratedly explained to you. And they were younger as well. Talking to them was easier than you thought. And surprisingly they had many budding questions about your studies as well which were happily answered by you.

You were so engrossed in your little exchange that none of you released you were already there. You checked the time and it took about thirty minutes of drive including the traffic to reach there.

“Oh shit!” your face dimmed on realisation. “It’ll take about an hour to reach university from here!”

Kun and Johnny faced each other with shocking faces. Johnny slowly mouthed something to Kun before he chuckled “I think taeyong totally forgot that you are a student. Taeyong tends to do that. He’s very stressed out lately but I think you’ll love this place. I’ll park the car and Kun will take you to the apartment and others will help me with the boxes.” Johnny instructed everyone like a boss.

“Saved it!” Johnny whispered to Kun with a smug smile.

“Oh did you!” Kun shook his head in disbelief and stepped out of the vehicle.

You looked up to see the skyscraper in its whole glory, hand robotically shielding your eyes. The curved reflective glass windows were gleaming, you wished your room would also have that beautiful glass balcony, reflecting the sun.

“you’ll have plenty of time to gawk!” Kun practically dragged you by your elbow, towards the elevator.

“It was Johnny right.” you said quietly as Kun pressed the button to 10th floor.

“Yesss. he chose the place but he really put some effort in this task.” you couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Here we are!”

As you exited the lift, three doors met your sight, one facing you, while others opposite to each other. Kun headed for the right now, you following behind.

“I’ll set up the smart locking system in your phone for the keypad. Everything from mail room to amenity access is controlled with this single pin so remember it. 2610 is the code but you can change it whenever you want.” you nodded consuming the information.

The front door to your new shelter was opened and you were left in awe at the first sight. The entry was narrow but you could see a big living room at the end of it. You removed the shoes following Kun.

Your eyes shimmering, moved everywhere as a smile crept up your face.

The hall was big, at least for two people it was! If you could somehow drag the single seater sofa towards the half glassed window, you don’t think anyone would want to move from there. The rustling of the city could be seen from up there. Down there, a small portion of the park attached to the building was also visible. you were practically attached to the window still by now.

Kun noticed. He noticed how how eyes turned lively as you beheld your surroundings. His own lips curved up watching your reaction.

“Do you like it?” Johnny voice quizzed. Your suitcase now placed besides him. Chenle, jisung and jaemin trailed behind him with boxes in their hands.

“Yes, I love it actually!” you voiced your joy, leaving the hall windows.

“I’ll help” you offered but before you could actually do something, they left like the wind.

“Let’s explore” Kun suggested.

To the right of the hallway was the semi-open kitchen as half of it was covered with a wall but the other part was visible from the couches. The kitchen was itself very sophisticated but poor thing you won’t be cooking any five star recipes in there.

The small space between hallway and kitchen led you towards two rooms. Good thing they were hidden from the sight.

“You can choose your room but I’d prefer this one!” as he opened the left door, you knew what he meant. The scenery you beheld outside could also be seen from this room. The sliding glass door lead to a small balcony opening to the same view. The room itself was very decent just like the rest of the place.

There was a desk with a bookshelf on the upper side of wall which made you confused about Kun’s previous statement. “How could Johnny forget that I was a student but still remembered about these things.” you asked pointing towards the study space.

“His involvement was only till the real estate stuff. Everything else is planned by me so I’m ready to accept some gratitude.”

You let out a small giggle, thanking him immediately.

“Unfortunately, there is only one bathroom. 2b2b apartments are harder to find and there was no need for three bedrooms so you’ll have to compromise here!” he explained pursing his lips. You nodded your head at him while opening the door to the bathroom. To say it was beautiful would be an understatement. It was twice the size of your dorm bathroom. from shower enclosure to bath tub and sink, everything was made of ceramic and marble.

“Hey come out! Where are you both?” you heard Johnny’s screaming voice. You and kun both rushed towards the sound.

“Should I keep the boxes in the room?”

“Yeah, thanks, this one!” you pointed to the left room. He smirked at your choice, winking your way.

Finishing the task at hand, you all slouched down on the couches. Even if you didn’t move a limb, you were just exhausted by other activities of the day.

“I’m hungry!” chenle groaned stroking his stomach.

“What are you?? Even a whale has some control you insatiable boy!” jaemin scolded him, making everyone laugh.

“Call me whatever. But can’t I have some from the box. Just a little!” chenle pleaded giving him an eye smile.

“That is for noona. And you aren’t getting anything!”

“What is he talking about?” you inquired after you were mentioned.

“Jeno told me you don’t cook so I got you the leftovers for dinner. The container is in the kitchen. heat them and eat them!” jaemin replied nonchalantly like it was nothing big. But it was meaningful gesture, for you.

So you didn’t hold back this time. “That’s so kind of you, thank you!” you said smiling to him. “And feel free to eat chenle. Go help yourself.”

Chenle grinned like a happy child but was met with a pointing finger of jaemin. “Get a grip!” And he slumped down further into the cushion, grumpily crossing his arms over his chest.

“By the way y/n.” Kun addressed you, searching out for something in his pockets, that something, you discovered, were the keys.

“People usually don’t need keys for separate rooms when they live together but you are a special case, so you might need these.” you nodded knowingly, taking the jiggling set from him.

“Let’s watch some t.v before going. The first thing that I did was setting this up and there’s a gaming system attached as well.” Johnny announced before leaving his place to locate the remote under the TV system.

Squatting in the middle of the bed, you looked at the deep blue boxes with a twisted face. Unpacking these boxes would certainly be a chore.

Were you any eager to do it? No.

Was it essential? Very.

You pouted and slumped on the silky white sheets, the queen sized bed providing you with the enjoyment of being a starfish, for the first time in forever. It felt nice and cosy. Unknowingly, your lips curved a bit, releasing a sigh of content.

You couldn’t say for how much longer, but the feeling of having a home brought tranquillity to your muddled thoughts. You have always dreamt about buying your own house, having a place you would be enthusiastic to come back to!

But this was not reality. This was just an intermission to the life you were heading towards! A timeout. And it would just end in smoke, with no accurate termination.

You raised your left hand to view the small diamond resting on your finger. It was beautiful, meant to be worn by a real bride, someone whose ring didn’t came with an expiration date.

Shaking your head, you pushed yourself off the comfortable position. You couldn’t spend your day in melancholy whilst that yuta was probably plotting something to make your life miserable and organising yourself would be the first step towards preparation of retaliation. So you got up from the soft bed to look through the boxes. You picked up the box with some of your random stuff and staggered towards the bathroom.

If there was a place you’ll love more than the room, that’d surely be this bathroom. but so was the hallway!

Even after placing everything from your hair products to the sanitary ones, the ceramic cabinet over the sink still looked empty. You decided to buy some things only to fill that up! Though you were swamped with work right now, you couldn’t resist looking at the frameless rectangular mirror. it was dreamy! and you felt it was a nice ego booster for you as well!

One by one, within one and a half hour, you cleared all the boxes and orderly arranged everything into the cupboards and closet. The only thing left was your desk space but it could be delayed.

You flopped on the couch tiredly, wanting nothing more than to sleep. But there was one more thing on the checklist.

Chelin.

You looked at her contact, tapping your foot constantly and when you knew there was no enough courage in you, crossing your legs on the sofa, you dialled her number.

“Hey!” a male voice answered the phone instead.

“Um jay, where is chelin? Can you tell her it’s me!” you said sheepishly, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

“I don’t think she wants to talk right now. And why did you ran away?”

All your anxiousness suddenly left your body at the overstated accusation.

“I didn’t run away jay, who told you that!” and you were trying to be serious here!

“Nobody told me that. I can figure common things out, you know. Your stuff is gone and you didn’t inform chelin whilst doing that. So imma assume-

“My winter clothes are still there, dumbass. Just give the phone to chelin so I can explain.”

“Nope, she’s in bathroom and angry but for you, only you, I’ll try, to make your position better if you buy me lunch tomorrow!” you scrunched your nose, imagining him doing his sly brow lousy thing with a smug look. But the deal looked good. So you just hopped in.

“ok.” and before you could say anything, he cut the phone. Annoying brat!

and it was also favourable that you were easily distracted for as soon as you turned the TV on ,you got lost in another world, forgetting all the worries for a while.

Your irrational fear of sharp microwave beeps was the reason you were eating the bland ttaebbokki right now. Cold food is the best food had already left the chat as you opened the lunch box. You didn’t enjoy the delicacy earlier due to certain someone and now you couldn’t appreciate it because of your own heightened senses. The ramyeon was a saviour, ttaebokki, on the other hand was now in a contest with the double caramelised candy that could not be chewed even with metal teeth.

You have spent about 4 hours watching t.v and it was already eight. Your desk was yet to be decorated with books and stuff, still your brain cells favoured watching two movies that would’ve made no sense in real life, but like you always say, who cares! And now you were watching some random football match. Just as you were about to scream at the goal, the front door closed with a thud.

You placed the food down on table, craning your neck above the back of the sofa, looking for the intruder.

Yuta. You had totally forgot about your so called roommate!

“Do you think the food would settle down in your gut?” he took long strides to reach you and asked with a quirking brow.

You turned around to focus on the food instead. But with the slight dip in the head of sofa, you could feel his presence hovering over you.

“Why wouldn’t it!” you replied with equal affection. “And I’m avoiding you so it’s better if you keep yourself on silent mode as well.” You said again with a hint of finality in your unwavering voice.

Whilst you were trying to direct your attention towards the t.v. in an attempt to ignore him, you felt his warm breath fanning against your ear. You nervously swallowed the bite you took earlier, hoping he would just go away instead of being so inquisitive.

“But I’m willing to make peace here and you are being so harsh to me. you should respond when I talk to you” your shoulders tensed at the fake pout that you assumed he was wearing now, just to get under your nerves. His expressions might have been cordial but you got the innuendo in his words perfectly.

You placed the food container on the table again. “If we have to live together get one thing in your head! I’m here because of you! So don’t try to act up like you are the boss of me! And I don’t agree with your idea of peace if it involves the death of my dignity.” you kept your cool but irritation was radiating from your body and you hoped he would get the message and leave you alone.

“Oh wow!” yuta chuckled a bit before walking around to sit beside you. Instinctively, you shifted towards the other end of the couch. “You think you are the only one who-

His eyes followed your movements as you rolled your eyes, blatantly disregarding him in favour of leaving the couch. But he was quick as he pulled you down by your wrist, causing you to yelp in discomfort.

“You think you are the victim and sufferer here!” he leaned closer, his hand still on your wrist, his attitude changing. That’s when you smelled some alcohol on him. “You think you can deal with anything, catching a criminal red handed and living the life of glory as someone who bravely handled a dangerous situation where anyone else would have cowered away. But guess what!” his voice rose at the end and nostrils flaring with every syllable. “You are the most foolish person I’ve ever met. You have not only ruined your life but mine too. Why couldn’t you have walked past that day like any other person? Everything was fool proof from cctv to police, but you had to intrude!”

You bit the inside of your cheek as your breath quickened. He was staring right into your eyes but the intensity in his orbs unabled you to look away. He could sense your building anxiety but he still continued. “And now I am fucking suspended for a month due to your stupidity. Taeyong told me I’ve become a risk to them. Do you know how it damn feels when your own family fucking doubt you? They questioned my abilities all because of you. I’m-I’m unsure of myself only because of you. I can’t go back to my house, my job, my brothers! why can’t you just fucking leave!” yuta’s chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as he stood up, leaving your wrist with a jerk. His grip wasn’t that tight but it still left a stinging pain.

You watched him while rubbing your wrist as he raked his hand through his hair, apparently controlling himself. his other hand was shuffling for something in his pocket.

A loud gasp echoed in the hall as yuta’s hand moved and he aggressively stabbed a knife into the table. And it was not a normal kitchen knife!

“Just fucking leave!”

and with that he was gone.

as you heard the bedroom door closing ,you let out a harsh breath, shoulders slumping in relief.

You eyed the weapon that has damaged the classy wooden table.

Taeyong had assured you that yuta won’t harm in you in any way but his actions were speaking another language!

but for now all you could feel was….fear?

earlier in black neos estate-

“You can’t stay here forever, you know” mark’s words pulled yuta back to reality. As much as he wanted this nightmare to end, he knew there’s wasn’t even a slight chance of odds being in his favour.

“But there is nothing that can’t be delayed!” yuta shot back at him, chugging his beer.

“You can leave tomorrow. Half of the place is empty, you can easily sneak in!”

“You want me to hide in my own house?” he snorted at younger.

“No. I meant-

“Besides yong gave me clear instructions to make peace with that women which includes breathing the same air as hers and I’m going to follow his command like a happy puppy I am!” he let out a chuckle towards the end, making mark gulp in panic. “And I gotta transfer my stuff tomorrow and you’re going with me.”

“Not until 8 in the evening. We are going for a weapon exchange in the afternoon.” mark said taking sip of the drink. Some questions in his head still needed to be answered but he was lacking right words. Yuta was already on edge since the whole fiasco started and mark, in no way wanted to trigger him anymore. “What are you going to do, if I may ask?” he questioned hesitantly.

“Nothing for now. I went to her university and all I have till now is that she is extremely close to her friends. Maybe have a thing for hook-ups, can’t be sure though. In her head, she is too smart and can surmount anything. That day in the basement proved it already. she isn’t fearless, in no way she is but still she manage to fight back with that rising panic, I don’t know how!” he paused to look at mark, biting his lower lip to cover a smile creeping on his face. “With her whole strength, she tries to pretend that she isn’t frightened down to her soles but whenever I’m near her, he-her throat tightens. It-it’s like she forgets the whole process of exhaling.”

Mark’s mouth went dry hearing that.

“Hyung!” he addressed yuta, almost losing his grip at the beer. He was in no way being intimidating but mark was feeling apologetic for him.

“What now?”

“How closely have to observe her? You sound like a stalker hyung!”

“Don’t call me that.” he slapped mark’s back lightly. Had he applied a little of his strength, he would have been lying on the ground floor right now! “Maybe I read her file more than a couple of times to just create some familiarity but she’s, hmm, how to explain it! Maybe authentic! But I did nothing creepy though and even if I did, those marriage papers cuts out everything” he chuckled again and it was now concerning mark. he was not drunk but was still laughing too much for it to be normal.

“I’ll suggest just leave it be! Haven’t you thought that she was just at wrong place at wrong time?”

“No!! the problem is that she still somewhere in her head thinks that she was at wrong place at right time! I would’ve had no problem if taeyong had just let her go but no !! he has to go and make my life miserable.” his soothing voice rose a few octaves. He was frustrated and had no other way of letting that go.

Mark watched him, looking into the sky, like he was finding some solutions. He couldn’t turn around the time nor he could do anything for yuta.

He tried to focus on the sky instead. It was so quiet, but what that silence engulfed in it was a mystery for now.

the stars looked beautiful, almost poetic, for the time being.

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HOPE YOU ALL ARE ENJOYING IT! MY WRITING IS NOT THE BEST BUT I’M TRYING TO IMPROVE! THANK YOU FOR READING.

#nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct x reader #nct mafia #nct arrange marriage #yuta scenarios #yuta imagines #yuta mafia #yuta arrange marriage #yuta angst #nct angst

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hobihobihoe · 4 years

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Unruly - Part one

Obey me! + Mafia BTS + 0T7 au x reader

2.5k ish

Warnings : 18+ slowwww burn ~ eventual smut ~ descriptions of blood and violence ~ cliche city ~ alsooo uhh if you care about grammar this is not 4 U cause imma dumb bitch <3

Andd ahh this is the first thing i’ve ever written so its probably kinda shit.. :)

Great. Just great. Why did you agree to this again? Oh yeah because you’re a good person, or at least you’re trying to be. You’d just agreed to cover Rosies shift, apparently she was sick, but what you hadn't taken into account when you’d agreed to work was that Rosie had been booked to a private venue, well I guess now you had been booked to a private venue. You hated working private venues, as a bartender people would sometimes assume you provided the drinks or that because you weren't working at your company bar you would join in with shots or maybe give them a discount as you were a lone ranger incharge of yourself and providing alcohol for the night. One thing a private venue did mean though was money, getting paid nearly twice the amount you usually did as well as hopefully generous tips from wealthy clients. But still you weren’t quite sure three times the work was worth only double the pay, but well… fuck it you’ve gotta be a good friend/colleague and well person to Rosie so you just have to suck it up.

Thankfully it was a Saturday night so you didn't have to work it after being at university all day. So you bid farewell to the library you had been pretending to study at and headed home to get changed into something more presentable because a hoodie three times your size and leggings covered in dorito dust probably wouldn't fly at this kind of event.

As you opened the door you heard the crocky meows of your little baby, Zuki. He was an all black rescue cat that you'd adopted two years ago, when you’d started university, as a companion and partly because as soon as you saw his cute little face you were screwed and had to bring him home. You bent down to stroke his head and scratch behind his ear just the way he likes, which results in him vibrating with loud purrs that soften your heart. “Okay baby I love you but I gotta go get ready” Zuki looks at you with annoyance now that you've cut his pampering session short, he's such a spoiled little brat you think to yourself, but as he follows you into your bedroom with his tail high in the air and a slight sway in his steps you can't bring yourself to care. He is just too damn cute.

Now donned in your crisp white shirt and black dress pants you tame your hair enough so that it resembles a neatish bun, you say goodbye to your fur baby and head off to your car on your way to hopefully a nice paycheque.

When you arrive you're greeted by Jae. He leads you to the bar and tells you to ask him if there's anything you need. Okay so far so good, you've just gotta make yourself familiar with any specialised drinks on the menu and the rest should be smooth sailing. About 10 minutes after you arrive a large group of men appear, they sit down on two separate sides of the long table that takes up most of the room, they then send two men from each group respectively your way. Game time you think, the man that reaches the bar first is sweating noticeably, his black hair sticking to the front of his forehead matting the hair that it encompases. “sweetheart get me 6 doubles of gentleman jack over ice and 2 dry martinis”, you smile at him, so thankful that you wouldn't have to make any cocktails. They were time consuming and required a lot of faf essentially and a lot of cleaning up, “of course sir” you say as you smile at him, he barely acknowledges you as he goes to sit at one of the stools that lined the bar. As you get to making his drinks you hear the clearing of someone's throat, you look up and realise it was the other man that you had been coming over. You nearly choke on your spit at the sight of him. His pastel pink hair is delicately framing his cherub-like face, “Miss?”, oh shit you’d zoned out, “Oh i'm so sorry I missed what you said completely '' you admitted shly, he just gave a cute little chuckle. “ Its okay angel” you started to blush at the use of such an affectionate nickname “I asked if I could have 6 manhattans and a sex on the beach” great fucking coacktails you signed internaly, “Of course sir” that earned a smirk from him, you were just being professional, shit professional you had to remind yourself to focus on making the drinks as your traitorous eyes kept lingering in the area surrounding him.

As you finish preparing each individual drink you place them on the bar so the men can take them to booths. Just as you were setting down the final cocktail you brush fingers with the pink haired man, “oh... um” you say prepared to give him an apology but as you look up and meet his eyes you seem to lose your ability to form any kind of cohesive sentence “Jimin, angel, my names Jimin” he states “oh uh, Jimin I hope you enjoy your drinks'' you feel like a pathetic teenager again unable to talk to the pretty boy at the party. “I'm sure I will angel” he throws over his shoulder as he walks back to the group of men he’d emerged from, what was it with him saying that nickname that just made you giddy. God I really need to get out more you thought, maybe you could go out tomorrow as you wouldn't be working since you covered rosies shift, maybe then you could get some real action and should hopefully suasiate you for a bit. Ugh it's like Jimin had awoken something within you, which usually you’d be interested to explore, but considering that you were at work you were gonna just have to put his beautiful face to the back of your mind for when you got home later and could relax properly. Zesh should you feel creepy? No its not your fault that what was practically sex on legs was going about all unobtainable, thats what your imagination and your trusty vibrator were for anyway.

An hour later and you've made exactly three more drinks, wow, maybe if you stare at the champagne flute for another 10 minutes you'll unlock its secrets and it will be more interesting. Just as you were debating wiping down the bar for the hundredth time you hear chairs being pulled out and moved loudly. You look up to see that both groups of men which were previously amicably sat at the table now have guns aimed at each other. You freeze. You haven't ever seen a gun in person before and there must be well over ten now all presumably aimed and ready to fire. You dunk under the bar as you hear yelling start. You weren't able to focus on what was being said by the men, too busy trying to focus on controlling your breathing. Fuck. that sounded like a gun shot. And then another. You've lost track of how many shots you've heard, lots is the amount you settle on, maybe if you just stay behind the bar and stay quiet they'll forget you’re there and leave you alone. There is a long silence in the room, you try your best to mimic it when you notice the movement in one of the wine glasses that are stacked up behind the bar. Someone pushes the staff entrance to the bar open and strides towards you, gun in his right hand. You start to push yourself backward but are soon met with the edge of the bar, the man is dressed in all red and if it weren't for the specks of blood covering his face you would consider him unbelievably attractive. You seem to have been consumed by these thoughts because you suddenly come back into your physical reality, met with a gun now pointed only inches away from your face. You search his eyes for any kind of mercy or empathy you could try to appeal to, what shocks you is you only see a smoldering fire. You see his finger move on the trigger and close your eyes, you don't want the last thing you see to be a stranger. Just as you were going to try to think of pleasant things and the ones you cheriouish you hear a voice. “Hobi stop” Jimin said rather nonchalantly given your current situation, “Chim just let me tie up this loose end then we can get going” the other man, you guess Hobi? Sneered. Wow he just thought of killing you as an inconvenience, what a dick. “Hobi I think we could use her for something else” “what?” Hobi questioned sternly “well even Yoongi mentioned how good his drink was and we always have to get a new bartender every meeting and it would be easier if we had one who knew who we were so when this kind of shit happens again we haven't got any loose ends” Jimin points out. Hobi seems to consider this for a minute before he moves away in a different direction to Jimin, you try to follow his eye line but because of your placement on the floor you can’t see over the bar. “Joon, obviously the call is yours to make” Hobi announces. “It does seem to be a practical suggestion and Jimin must have taken a liking to her if he stopped you, so I don't see why not” the ominous voice declared. After a second of those words sinking in you realise that they have just decided to take you with them, to take you captive.

You start to shake, turning your head to meet Jimin's eye “no uh..um.no please don't take me” you sniffle “I promise I never saw anything, I won't say anything p-please just let me go home” you can barley make out your own words as they are effectively smothered by your tears and your small gasps for breath as you aren't able to regulate your breathing. Jimin elegantly slides over the bar and bends down to your height “Angel don't be so silly, you're coming with us. You should really be thanking me” he gives you a small wink. That causes a fresh wave of panic to settle over you, you know there's a fire exit further down in the bar hidden within the sinks and stock area, with the spike of adrenaline you start to run towards the exit. It looks like it's going well until you hear a loud bang, then the feeling of the side of your head being hit registers, lastly you notice your eyesight unfocusing before darkness seems to override and then suddenly, nothing.

~JIMINS POV~

“Yoongi was that really necessary?” Jimin akses with a slight frown on his face. The older man shrugs “someone had to do something” Jimin sighs and looks at Jungkook, “it will be easier if you carry her.”

~YOUR POV~

When you open your eyes again you see white, adjusting slightly, you realise your laying on a bed. You sit up and look around the room. There are 5 other beds that you can see, they are all small single beds with a chest at the end of each. You look over your surroundings for a few minutes before you remember the circumstances leading up to you being here. You touch the back of your head and wince when your fingers meet a small swollen bump. You decided you should probably try and leave, poor Zuki is probably waiting for you to fill his food bowl. Wow, you realise in this situation you think of your cat's mortality more than your own, well you guess that's what your life has amounted to. Just as you stand up the door opens. “Oh you're awake now” You look over to see the small older woman who was speaking “Umm.. where am i?” The lady gives you a small smile “You're in the maids room sweetie.” Great that's cleared up nothing, you think bitterly. “Can I talk to whoever's in charge? Please?” You think this is probably your best bet, explain to them that you just want to go hope and hopefully they'll be humane enough to agree with that. “Yes, he wanted me to come and get you anyway” She states as she turns around walking away from the doorway, you start to follow her. As you continue walking through the hallways and up the stairs of this seemingly huge mansion you notice several men standing guard with guns rested in their hands, ready at all times. You start to wonder if maybe your idea is ridiculous as you realise wherever you are and whatever you have gotten yourself involved in may be larger than the small group of men you'd seen at the bar. Your worrying is cut short as the women raises her hand and knocks at a door you have stopped outside off, a short “Come in” is what is answered from the other side of the door, the older women looks to you, “You should go in alone, i'll be waiting for you here” You look at her and then to the door “Uh... thank you?” You’re not really sure what the appropriate response is in this situation but you don't want to be rude, she gives you a short nod and smile.

Once you open the door you're faced with one of the men you'd seen before. He regards you with a very slight smile before he gestures to a chair placed in front of the desk he is sitting behind, you walk over to sit at the chair before you look at him directly. You aren't sure if the bang to the head you had received had caused temporary delusions, but as you look at him you swear you see light radiating out of him. You meet his eyes for a second before you decide they are too intimidating and look away, “You wanted to see me?” you ask meekly, deciding to for now abandon your plea for freedom. “Yes, I did, i'm not sure if you remember why we brought you here so i’ll just go over your role again” he starts “You’re going to be working as our personal bartender, this means you will joins us on outings that we deem appropriate and also make our drinks whilst we are here, at the base” he then moves his face into your eye line so that he can make eye contact “And in return of your services we’ll let you live” he finishes his small speech with a slight smile, as if he had just offered you a job and you weren't being threatened and held captive in this place. You take a few minutes to think over what he had just said, you come to the conclusion that for now faking compliance is probably the safest thing you can do until you are able to find a window to escape. “Who do you mean when you say we?” you enquire, you weren't sure if you should be questioning the leader of this organisation?, but your curiosity had won over any of the other responses you considered.

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i-am-just-a-kiddo · 3 years

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fic writer Q&A

thank you @vishcount, this was a ton of fun 💕 it’s tough to talk about my writing, but this felt like a nice retrospective on what I have done so far.

tagging once again, @the-cloud-whisperer, @cortue, @intyalote and @not-saying-revolution-but! love hearing about your writing processes if you feel like sharing!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

448.439

3.Top five fics by kudos

heart made of glass (The Untamed, wangxian, post-canon oneshot) - 696 kudos

and we were in flames (The Untamed, wangxian, post-canon oneshot) - 604 kudos

Take Me Into Your Skin (BTS, Mafia AU, multichaptered) - 526 kudos

leave our troubles in the sand (The Untamed, wangxian, post-canon oneshot) - 396 kudos

The Dreams I Could Explore (SKAM, Evak oneshot) - 346 kudos

4. Do you respond to comments, and why?

absolutely, I’m incredibly grateful that people read my work and let me know with their own words? so it only feels appropriate to answer. and sometimes when people have more thoughts to share I enjoy talking with them!

5. What’s the fic you have written with the angstiest ending?

oh boy. it gotta be my taegi little mermaid AU (just breathe through me) and my Nie Huaisang/Mo Xuanyu oneshot (ink stained nights, fingers, hearts). I think an explanation for both is unnecessary - they both end with major character death and in both cases it’s not a ‘comforting’ passing. both endings are just incredibly heartbreaking and part of me hated doing it, while the other part had too much fun. i also count my taegi historical Silla AU (blackened skies) as quite angsty, because the entire situation of that feels hopeless. there wasn’t even a possibility to make it a happy ending

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

oh despite my very angsty fics, I have a ton of stories that end quite happily. though while doing this, I realised that majority of my fanfics are open ended because they rarely focus on plot? what turned out incredibly sweet however was my taegijoon hanahaki disease AU (i can’t rip you out) and my aforementioned mafia AU - I don’t know how happy I’m about the latter’s ending, but it definitely is a very sweet and happy ending. I feel like I could’ve improved a lot on tying up the plot.

7. Do you write crossovers, if so what’s the craziest one you have done?

I’ve never written a crossover? Once I wrote a fic loosely based on Good Omens but that’s the closest I got.

8. Have you ever recieved hate on a fic?

not really, I once got a comment on my earlier mentioned little mermaid AU complaining about killing off gay people even in a fantasy setting which. okay? so not even the tagging and the very clear statement that it’s based on Hans Christian Andersen’s story wasn’t enough to stop you? I was just a little bit flabberghasted lol (not to mention assuming I, a queer, kill gays for shits and giggles)

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

this is difficult to answer because I have written smut before, though mostly because I wanted to try it out? I have a few smutty scenes with my wangxian fics but those are very tame, and then I’ve been writing some smut for wenzhou, but that is not posted (and will never be, probably). I always try it out because for some pairings it’s an amazing tool for character studies, and I also want to challenge myself by writing something outside of my comfort zone? but I feel a little bit awkward about it, especially because I’m ace myself so what would I know about it. I guess that is something other people have to judge how well I’m doing

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that I know of

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! a few of my works have been translated to Russian by lovely people.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Here I’m giving the same answer as @vishcount did - yes! We wrote one together and I know they said it feels like it’s more like my fic than theirs, but I still very much consider it our joint work!! white plum blossoms turning red - it’s a wangxian wedding fic that I came up with and wanted to include many character’s different POVs. Vishie was so lovely to give her part by writing Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen - which was absolutely wonderful. Am still very grateful? This whole fic is very cheesy and I never thought I would write weddings in my life but somehow I needed this. Thank you for being part of it 💜 would love to do it again sometime!

13. All time favorite ship!

i hate this question so much. i have so many and choosing is absolutely horrible. I guess I’ll choose wangxian, because they just became one with my heart? they gave me so much and they were incredible to explore. I’ve never written so much about one pairing/universe and I still feel I could forever dwell in their lives. I guess I also want to mention Nie Huaisang/Mo Xuanyu because they became my own on a very intense level.

14.What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you will?

My Original Sin case fic. I started writing that in winter and only recently I read what I’ve written back then. It’s not too bad? I really wanted to challenge myself by writing a case fic, mainly because I suck at plotting. Lu Li and Chi Zhen are amazing to explore so I somehow don’t want to give up on that? Maybe I will rewatch the show and it will bring my motivation back. Am just too dumb for my own plot lol

15. What are your writing strengths?

after having many talks with vishie and my other friend, it seems that my characters are okay? I enjoy writing characters a lot, so it’s what I focus on the most. I also like writing atmospheres and just. VibesTM. idk what else I could mention here tbh. maybe my dedication to do (historical) research? often it’s more fun than the thing itself.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Plotting. Am trying to get into it a bit more? I also over-write many things which I want to change - I will never stop being pretentious but maybe being simple about it is better sometimes. Also I need to improve my English a lot, but that is a lifelong journey. I bet there are a ton more weaknesses but I feel like other people can judge that more clearly than me - my own writing is just a hazy mess so I can’t judge it unless I read it years later.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

not really my thing ig? If someone does it well, maybe it’s good, but yeah. I think it really needs to add to the story to make it work

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Hmmm. When I first discovered fanfics I wrote Ouran Highschool Host Club fics on my phone when I was 12-13 yo, but I never published them? and soon after that it was Denmark/Norway for Hetalia (yeah i know, shut up). that was my pairings of pairings back then and I even published it? I think even a Japan/England Pirate AU???? oh boy I haven’t thought about this in ages, it’s cursed.

19. Fave fic you have written?

It’s hard to choose between your kids and there are a few I could mention, but after being in a very bad writing slump for the past year, I’m quite confident to say that blackened skies, my historical taegi AU set in Silla Korea, is my favourite? For some reason it feels like I peaked - maybe it’s because I haven’t felt truly happy with anything since then, or maybe it’s because I combined a ton of historical research and tied it to my writing? I don’t really know. I guess that together with my Nie Huaisang/Mo Xuanyu fic it feels like my magnum opus that burned me out completely and now am still recovering. Are they any good? I have no fucking idea, but it sure took a toll on me.

if you’ve read all this, thank you! and am always happy to share writing talks! 💗

#thinking about it #i really have written a lot in my life #i can't stop now can i #maybe it's okay if i don't write now and return to it once am ready #i feel like my og story is the perfect opportunity because that doesn't instantly require the actual writing part #hmm #tag game #personal #writing #long post

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joyfulhopelox · 3 years

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content tag game ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ

Tagged by the lovely @kithtaehyung i also just realised that i am that awful at tumblr and making sure to sort my tags that i missed an important person who tagged me 😭 @bangtanhome 💕 i am so sorry, i had this in my drafts and i could swear i tagged you but it didn’t since i was not on mobile 😭 i have also been tagged by @secretum-scriptor 💕 (wow tumblr is doing a great job with notifications)

thank you for the tag it’s such a wonderful way to get to know someone and i thoroughly enjoyed reading yours ❤️

I am tagging: @hobipaint @hobiandsprite @missgeniality @mochi-molala @rosietae @pjmsdior @rosereveries @yoonjinkooked @randombtsprincessa (you do not have to do this also! please ignore if so!) there is a message for everyone at the bottom if you wanna jump straight to that.

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

Once Upon A Time, Dr Who, Sherlock, tried my hand at Haikyuu, Naruto, MCR, The Maine, Suits, The GazettE, Gackt, Big Bang, Infinite...ok, i never realised how much stuff i had....this is shocking to me

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

Just BTS

3. how long have you been writing?

Since 2008? On and off so i still consider myself a newbie

4. on which platforms do you post your stories?

Used to post on Quizilla, ff.net, asianfanfics now just on Tumblr

5. what is your favourite genre to write?

Fluff, angst with happy end. Anything that ends well, even if the ending is open, it just needs to have a glimmer of hope in there.

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

well, both? i aspire to be a planner, end up being a pantser most of the time. I just let my characters take me where they want to.

7. one shot or multi-chapter?

One shot, multi chaptered (even though i have my Voir Dire series) makes me feel bad when i can’t meet the posting schedule.

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

10k-30k? Depends on a lot of things (that is for one shots though) as a chapter i would say 5k

9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?

Voir Dire as it is a chaptered fic, stands at 27k at the moment and it is not finished (got a long way to go) but my one shots, the longest is my yoongi hogwarts au one which is 13k (for now-they seem to be getting longer)

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

tough one, i enjoy all of them, each has left their mark on me and helped me grow and experience things, but if i had to pick i would say Voir Dire as it made me do a lot of research plus mafia au has always been something i have wanted to write or sleeposal! It was only a drabble but working on it has been such a fun experience for me!

11. favourite request you’ve have written and why (if any?)

there is one coming out soon, it was an arranged marriage au yoongi which was meant to be a drabble, and it ended up a 12k one shot.

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

i had to ask the person who has read the most of my stories about this because i try to not have any reocurring themes if i can help it, i like to diversify depending on the story. and seems like i have succeeded somehow, i think?

13. current number of wips?

mostly collabs for now this monts is quite collab heavy, and some drabble requests but i think the other ones that i have planned equal all those in number so i would have to say in between a lot and a lot

14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?

i have a lot of expressions i use repeatedly throughout my fics (i am trying to get better at that), i have improved on the heaviness of the plots and emotions quite a bit and my grammar (always gotta be careful with that), i also like metaphors...like...a lot

15. a quote you like from a published story.

I was quite proud of this one, it’s a drabble called i wish you knew

‘Life is never simple. Life doesn’t care about the wishes of two young lovers. Life doesn’t stop just because you want to hold his hand forever. Just like the heat of the summer, your fire dwindled to a steady heat. Like the remnants of a bonfire, your flame became hot coals. A summer was not enough to keep your love burning, and the scare of your first fight reduced it to smoke in an instant.’

16. a quote from an unpublished story.

this is hard, because this has been in my drafts for so long, and i do not know if it will ever see the light of the day as it is so close to home that i may chicken out of actually publishing it but: it is meant to be part of my Love Blossom Series, Taehyung’s Story, it would have been entitled White Tulip;

‘You knew that it was soon to be over; the warm smiles, the secret touches, the pads of your fingers brushing against each other. You could feel it in the hugs that would end up with you, a giggling mess swept off your feet, the loving stares, the kisses you would steal from each other during your short break. You knew, behind all that, there was heartbreak lurking, waiting to strike. Your foundation was not strong enough to hold everything up. ‘

17. space for you to say something to your readers.

i never know what to say, which is funny because i write, i should be able to express my feelings easily, yet i can’t say enough thank yous, and i cannot express how much each and every one of you means to me. whether you have commented or not, reblogged or not, followed me or not, or just stumbled upon one of my fics randomly but still stayed and read, it all means the world to me. It makes me so happy to read comments and see what everyone things of my 2am musings, and i feel like even if i have or not interacted with you i’m surrounded by friends who get to see this side of me. thank you and i love you all!

#get to know me #get to know the writer #get to know the blogger #maria things #maria talks #tag game #tag #i love all of my readers and mutuals so much

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smoljamswrites · 4 years

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all is fair in love & war | bts x reader | chapter 4

pairing: bts x female reader

genre: mafia!au, series fic, angst, fluff, (eventual) smut

warnings for this chapter: abuse, fat levels of angst (but then there’s a fluffy part that’s then killed by more angst), swearing, degradation, mentions of stalking, y/n cries? is this a potential trigger, idk?

a/n: just an fyi, incase it isn’t clear, the italics in paragraphs are thoughts. Plus, I apologise if this chapter seems a little jumpy in terms of moving from scene to scene - but it’s just so I could get the story to progress quicker, so I can get into the real meat of it. Oh and I probably butchered the Korean street name system thingy so if you could excuse that, that’d be great. Thanks for reading and supporting this fic! I love you all!!

fic playlist is here x

Clutching at your hair, Sunny roughly drags you into the living room. To say she was livid would be an understatement. The anger darkened her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed, and jaw clenched as she brought you to a stop – right in front of Yunseo and some of the other members. She had phoned them when you begged her to not to tell anyone about the guy in the car, declaring you had a “contact within the outside world”. They had sent a car to pick you both up at that moment, and her hands haven’t left your hair since – gripping onto it so hard, making your eyes water.

Yunseo sits directly in the middle of the leather sofa, his crew of Syndicates placed strategically around the room. They’re expecting me to run…interesting. You’re pushed down onto the floor, your knees harshly colliding with the solid laminate.

Before you even lift your head to meet his eyes, Yunseo has already began to raise his voice. “Who was the guy, Y/N?!” his voice was filled with hatred, fires of fury smouldering his narrowed eyes. You look down onto the floor, shaking your head, not saying a word. Why the fuck would I tell them Jungkook’s name? They’re gonna have to try a lot harder than this, you muse.

A sinister chuckle escapes past Yunseo’s lips, and it makes your stomach churn. You know it isn’t long until they start getting violent, but that isn’t going to make you cave. Not yet. “Listen, we can do this the easy way – you tell me his name, how you know him and what was said between you two – or we can do this the hard way” at that Yunseo rises from his seat and the other members follow suit to loom over you.

You’re on your knees, head lifted to meet eyes with your intimidators. Your eyes wander to Juwon, and you find yourself surprised he isn’t playing with your hair or finding another way to place his grimy hands on you. A smirk toys on his lips, liking the way you look through your eyelashes at him, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Sick fucking bastard! Your blood is boiling; you are sick and tired of being treated like this. Like you’re just a possession to them. Adrenalin hits you, and it makes you feel alive. Your heart is beating so fast, you feel as if it going to fly straight out of your chest. Standing up, you notice for the second time this week you are feeling yourself getting brave.

“No. Why don’t you fucking listen to me? Fuck you! I hate all of you! Why didn’t you just kill me, huh? Kill me! Go on, I dare you!” the adrenalin is flowing through your blood, and it feels like you can’t control your limbs, which is why it is such a surprise to you as much as it is to your ‘superiors’ when you lay your hands on Juwon. Putting all the force you could muster; you use both hands to push at his figure. Due to Juwon not expecting this, he falls back, rage evident on his face as soon as he reaches the ground. Within the same millisecond, your body is dragged back by somebody else, arms restricted, and you don’t even wince when Yunseo’s fists come flying towards your face. You don’t know whether it’s the surge of adrenalin or if its because you’re used to the pain by now, but you just feel numb to his actions. Each punch, to both your face and body, sends signals to your brain that makes it feel like your internal organs should be bursting – but yet you don’t seem to feel a thing. It’s like you’re unconscious, but you can see everything that is happening. All you can feel is your heart beating loudly in your ears, and it’s almost deafening.

“Who the fuck was it, you dirty fucking slut?!” Yunseo’s spit flies at your face, amazingly faster than the blows.

It is at this moment, that your body realises what is happening. Your mind snaps back into reality and every hit sends a painful jolt through your body. Your face is soaked from the tears, and you’re screaming, finding it hard to hear your own screams over their harsh words. You need this done with, and you need it done with now.

“F-fine I’ll tell you! Just don’t hit me again, please!” you whimper out. The member who was propping up your body lets go, leaving your limp form to fall to the ground. You can hear snickers coming from around the room. They really think they’ve won, huh? Cute.

“I-I met him at ‘Angels’ and to be honest I don’t really know him. But for the past few days, he seemed really obsessed with me. When I saw h-him outside the shop, it creeped me out, I didn’t expect him to be there, and I lost my cool, I guess.” You begin, trying to simultaneously catch your breath, “I went up to his car and literally asked him why he was following me. And when he wouldn’t answer me, I called him a creep and left. That was when I saw Sunny there.”

They all hold the same look on their face – like they want to believe you but they’re not quite sure yet. Your throat feels on fire from all the screaming and crying, but you find it in you to continue, wanting to finish your web of lies perfectly, “I didn’t want to tell you because I see the way you hurt people, and he seemed like an ordinary guy, just too caught up in his own horny feelings and I didn’t want you to hurt him because of that. I guess I felt scared for him.”

The Sin Syndicate members all look towards their leader, awaiting their new order, and you do the same, praying that they believe your story. Yunseo scratches at his stubble on his jaw, seemingly deciding on his next step. He addresses the members first, not bothering to look in your direction, “We’ll keep an eye out for him – Sunny you know what he looks like right? Perfect.” And then he spares a glance at you, “As for you, get to bed, I don’t want to see you right now.”

Your legs shake and your whole body feels extremely sore. Clutching at your own waist, as if you were stopping your intestines from falling out, you drag yourself to your room. You flop down onto your bed, head pounding. Yet all you can think about is Jungkook’s safety – what will happen if they find him? God I shouldn’t even care about him, he’s a fucking stalker! But yet you still reach into your drawer fifteen minutes later to retrieve your phone, deciding on warning Jungkook.

Fuck. Your phone shows you that you have already had missed calls and many text messages from him. You move your thumb to press the correct button to get onto the messaging app, then instantly press again to pull up the conversation between you and Jungkook.

Jungkook: please don’t be mad! I can explain, I promise. It’s just not something that I can explain quickly x [19:26]

Jungkook: ‘You have missed calls from ‘Jungkook’ at 19:29 and 19:41. This is a free call alert.’

Jungkook: please don’t ignore me Y/N, it’s important that I know that you’re okay x [19:59]

Jungkook: ‘You have missed 3 calls from ‘Jungkook’. This is a free call alert’.

Jungkook: Just hear me out Y/N x [20:04]

You feel your heart fall to the pit of your stomach. You can tell Jungkook is worried about you and you hate that you made him concerned. But you still need to think about his actions, following you around is not okay. You have every right to feel mad. It’s because of him that you just got the beating of your lifetime!

You: I don’t understand how you’re eager to give me answers all of a sudden, when earlier you wouldn’t give them me!? What’s changed now? Finally worked out an excuse? [20:13]

He messages back relatively fast, which draws your mind back to feeling guilty for worrying him. Oh God! I still have to warn him!

Jungkook: I get that you’re mad but not replying for almost an hour after I last seen you isn’t funny! You had me so fucking worried! I literally thought the worst, okay! I thought something had happened to you. WTF?! As for the answers you want (and deserve) I will give them you, I promise. All you gotta do is meet with me because I need to explain things face to face, it’s easier. The situation is too complicated for me to rush the explanation or to type it out on text x [20:15]

Leaving isn’t a problem. It’s the making sure Jungkook remains safe and that he isn’t seen by any Sin Syndicate member that’s the issue.

You: I’d be happy to meet you so I could finally know wtf is going on, but I don’t know how I’m going to be able to. [20:16]

You know that you have to go; this could be your opportunity to explain to him that he needs to be careful – maybe you could explain to him the full situation…can you trust him with that?

You: Okay so I have an idea. But for it to work, you gotta be able to work with me or this could end terribly, trust me! (I’ll explain later!) Make sure you are by your phone all day tomorrow, if you can, and when I have the chance to meet you, I’ll message you to let you know. I don’t know what time it will be but it will definitely be tomorrow because I really need to tell you something too! [20:18]

Jungkook: deal. x [20:18]

Not wanting to be the cause of his fretting again, you ensure to message him one last time before turning your phone off and getting some well-deserved sleep.

You: Goodnight x [20:19]

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You haven’t been able to concentrate all morning. You haven’t got a performance on main stage today, but you still had to show up for work, especially with what had happened the night before. So you’ve been preoccupying yourself with speaking to clients and helping the waiters and waitresses. There is no way you’ll be practicing today, let alone performing for everyone. Currently, you’re sat at the bar, swirling your tiny umbrella around in your glass.

Getting yourself out of bed this morning was a nightmare. As soon as you sat up and swung your legs over the side of the bed, it had sent an aching pain right through your entire being. Your head felt too heavy to carry from the offset, and all you wanted to do was to lie back down again. But you knew you couldn’t. If you wanted everything to go smoothly you knew you had to start moving.

You feel almost criminal – your phone being hidden in the fluffy slipper sock that your wearing, planning to sneak out for a while. The girls haven’t spoken to you yet, but they don’t miss the opportunity to send malicious glares in your direction. Not that you want them to speak to you; you know they hate you and the feeling is mutual. Just then someone places their hand on your back, and you jump at the feeling.

“Hey hey, what’s wrong? You’re all jumpy…is everything okay?” a familiar voice begins to calm your worries, and the way his comforting tone spills past his lips with ease sends a foreign sensation to your core. You move to meet his eyes, and a concerned look adorns his face.

“I’m fine Jin. Just got a lot on at the moment, I guess.” You decide to play it safe, considering you blurted out probably more than you should have done, the last time. But still, his evident worry doesn’t fade.

Taking a seat next to you at the bar, he ghosts his hand over yours- almost like he was deciding whether he should take your hand in his, but then chose against it. “Is there anything that I can help with?” You snap your head in his direction. Oh my god, what a fucking genius!

Your emotions must have shown on your face, because his brows drew together like he was wondering what you could be thinking about.

“Yes! Woah okay so,” you begin turning your body and bringing your hands together in excitement. Your voice instantly lowers as you speak again, “I need to meet a, well uhm-, a friend. But the problem is, I can’t leave. It’s super important that I meet with him today, so maybe, if you could help me that would be amazing! I’m thinking that you could wait half an hour or so, then request a private dance from me? And that way then they’ll think I’m preoccupied elsewhere, meaning that I could leave? What do you think?”

“Yeah sure, I’d be happy to help.”

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Making yourself look busy with other clients for the next 30 minutes was harder than you had anticipated. You struggled to focus on the conversations you were having with them, as your mind kept flitting back to your previous chat with Seokjin.

God he’s a lifesaver! I seriously owe him one.

After what seemed like centuries, Yunseo calls your name. Making your way to him, you tried to look as sheepishly as possible, knowing it’d be best to make this stunt look believable. “Y-yes sir?” Nice! Make him think you’re scared after yesterday.

He doesn’t bother to speak for long, evidently pissed at your antics this week, “A gentleman has offered me a pretty large sum of money to book two back-to-back private dance slots with you. I’d be an idiot not to accept, so you’ll be in there for an hour. Keep him happy.” And with that he’s gone. You have to look at the floor to prevent anyone watching from seeing the smile forming on your lips.

Entering the same private dance room as last time, you quickly shut the door and squeal as you make your way over to where Jin is sitting.

“You are currently my favourite person ever! You’ve given me a whole hour! You’re the best seriously!” You know you look like an idiot because you just can’t stop smiling. You pull out your phone from the side of your sock and begin to text Jungkook.

You: Hey, I’m okay to leave now, but I must be back before half one x [12:33]

Bringing your attention back onto Jin, a sudden realisation hits you. “Shit! You’re gonna have to hide for an hour while I’m gone!” The smile is instantly wiped off your face, as you prepare yourself for an annoyed Seokjin. Yet, he doesn’t appear annoyed at all.

Shaking his head and continuing to smile, he stands up, “I know. Don’t worry! If you wanted, I could drive you to wherever you needed to go to meet your friend?” he goofily shakes his car keys and you giggle.

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Sitting in the passenger seat of his car, you are speechless. This dude must be earning the big bucks if this is his own fucking Chevrolet Corvette! The shutting of Jin’s door brings you back to reality, “So where are we going?”

Oh right, duh. Removing your phone from your sock once more, you turn on the screen to read Jungkook’s message and position it so Jin can see.

Jungkook: okie dokie, do you know where the café is on Myeongnyun-ro? It’s only a few minutes away from Angels x [12:35]

“ahh right then, lets go!”

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Getting out the car and thanking Jin, you make your way towards the café door. Instantly you start fretting as Jungkook is nowhere to be seen. Sitting down at a booth, you begin to text him, but you’re interrupted by the door in front of you opening, making the little bell above it ding!

Jungkook walks through the door and you swear to God you stop breathing for a second. Your eyes trace his tall, well-built figure; from his chocolatey tousled hair down to his two-toned, bulky shoes. When his eyes meet yours, they instantly light up, and he moves his hand; gesturing for you to come over. As you get closer, the more nervous you feel. You notice the way he bites his bottom lip, and starts wringing his hands together, and that made you relax. He was just as nervous as you were. Reaching his figure, you took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. Your mind wanders to the night that you met, and a goofy smile overtakes your features.

“Hey, what drink would you like?” he says, nerves still evident in the way he spoke.

“You’re sounding like Mr. Persistent Bartender again” you giggle, proud of the way he visibly loosens up at the sound of your joke.

Jungkook lets out a chuckle, as he rolls his shoulders back, “Shut up, lemme buy you a drink” he whines. His voice cuts straight through your heart, sending warmth through your body. Yet you can’t let him give you another drink for free.

“No no it’s fine! I’m not thirsty. Don’t spend your money.” You reach to grab his arm, as he moves in direction of the employee standing at the till.

All your efforts go to waste when he shakes his head at you, dismissing your previous comment, “Hey, I’ll take a coffee and… she’ll have a hot chocolate.” You pull on his arm like a child and tell him you’re fine, but this only spurs him on further. A smirk sits on his lips as he continues, “and can the hot chocolate have whipped cream and marshmallows too please?” He looks down at your unimpressed face, and he coos ruffling your hair. God, you’re going to be the death of him!

“Would you like sprinkles too?” you hear the barista ask, but you’re too late to reject the sprinkles as Jungkook has already beaten you too it. And of course he says yes.

“That’ll be £7.85 please. And I must say, you guys are such a cute couple!” the barista gushes and you feel heat rise to your face. You peer over to Jungkook and see him giving her the money with the biggest smile on his face.

“Thanks! Keep the change.” Grabbing both of the drinks, Jungkook walks back to the booth, with you trailing behind him, embarrassed. You slide in the seat opposite him and he pushes the hot chocolate towards you. Sarcastically rolling your eyes, you move the cup towards your mouth to take a sip. It tasted so heavenly; you swear you could have orgasmed. Lifting your eyes from the cup to look at Jungkook, you see he’s already looking at you – and he’s looking at you expectantly.

“….what?”

“You first.” The two words sends you into a frenzy, reminding you of why you’re actually here. Fidgeting in your seat slightly, you remove eye contact as you think about how to tell him. Okay so you’re gonna have to never ever speak to me again because I don’t want you to die. So, it’s been nice knowing you! Thanks for the hot chocolate.

You cough, ensuring your voice still works before lowering your voice, “Okay so what I’m about to tell you is really serious. I’m not joking or lying or whatever. I really need you to believe me, okay? I’ve lied to you – I don’t live at a stupid dorm, and I don’t go to college. In fact, the only proper schooling I have ever had was only for 2 years and it stopped when I was like 5. And from then, ‘til the age of 11 I was home schooled, if you could even call it that.” You realise you’re rambling, and you quickly decide to get to the point, “I live with these people. They’re not really nice and they hurt people and sometimes they hurt me,” You don’t notice as you’re not looking at him, but Jungkook tenses at this admission. “they don’t let me have proper contact with anyone. And um- they saw you speaking to me yesterday. Well, Sunny did, and she told the others, and I’m so fucking sorry but they’re looking for you now. And well, I need you to delete my number, stop talking to me, and forget about me forever just so I know that you’ll be safe-“

Your little speech is cut off by a giggle, and your eyes dart up, finally, to meet his. Why the fuck does he find this funny? Does he think I’m joking? Furrowing your eyebrows together, your whispering voice harshens, “Guk, I’m being serious here! I can’t believe-“

His voice is considerably loud compared to your quietened tone, “Y/N calm down, I’m pretty sure I can handle Syndicate” Jungkook finds your state of confusion very amusing, as he rests his head on his hand and smiles right at you.

Before you can interrogate him on how he knows Sin Syndicate, he cuts you off, “My turn yeah?” he moves his hand to take a hold of yours, “I’ve been following you since you came to our club because I’ve been worried. We all have. And by we, I mean…Bangtan. I’m sure you’ve heard of us…” his eyes search yours and all he sees in return is pure panic. “Please hear me out! We don’t want to hurt you, I promise. Bangtan doesn’t hurt innocent people – we protect the innocent. All through my training, I was told the chilling story of the young girl, who had to be kidnapped due to a slip up in the Syndicate’s System, tortured not just by the grief of losing her family, but by the men who held her captive. When the new generation of Bangtan took over 7 years ago, we vowed to find that girl, and keep her safe. And here you are. You don’t need to worry about me, yeah? Syndicate doesn’t know our true identities, and it’s gonna stay that way, right?”

Your heart is thumping so loud, you’re certain he can hear it, “…oh yeah. I won’t tell anyone, I promise” your voice is barely a whisper. You feel so fucking numb, it feels like you’re dreaming.

“So, do you have any questions?”

Do you? “Um, I don’t know, my mind’s a little blank at the moment. This is a lot to take in. Um- do you kill people then?”

He lets out a breath, and gently moves his hand to intertwine his fingers with yours, “not in the way Syndicate does. Syndicate will kill anything that breathes, just to make a point. We kill people that are like Sin Syndicate. Does this make sense?” he looks up from your hands to meet your gaze, and you quickly nod, “The best person to have explain to you all the technical stuff is our leader Namjoon.”

Now it’s your turn to divert your gaze again, as you ask a question you really don’t want the answer too, “ahh, so you all have roles then?”

“Yeah.” Gulp. ”I’m Bangtan’s assassin.”

You immediately tense. Assassin? Like the one in charge of killing people? Like the guy who murdered my family? No way. I can’t do this.

“Y/N-“

You flinch at the sound of his voice, standing up and instantly ripping your hand away from his. You feel sick to your stomach. “I gotta go, they’ll be wondering where I am” you say quickly, trying to blink back the tears that were starting to form. And just like that you exit the café and leave Jungkook behind, wondering what on earth he’s just done.

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You enter through one of the fire exits at the back of the club and head straight for the toilets. Running into a cubicle, you quickly lock the door behind you and sit on the closed seat. The tears that you had held back were now escaping, causing sobs to rush past your lips. With your head in your hands, tears drip through your fingers, onto the tiles below. Your breathing hitched as you hear his confession again.

‘I’m Bangtan’s assassin.’

Thud! Thud! Thud! You’re interrupted by a banging on the stall door.

“Y/N is that you?” the voice called, and you recognise it to be Grace’s.

“..yeah..”

A breathy laugh sounds out into the room, “good! We thought you did a runner!”

You stay in the cubicle for a while longer – only coming out when you know Grace has left. Letting the door swing behind you, you head straight to the sink to wash your face.

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Meanwhile, Jungkook is walking aimlessly around the city. Filled to the brim with rage and self-loath, he is wandering various streets, the only company he has is his thoughts.

Why the fuck did I tell her that I’m an assassin? I’ve fucked everything up. Now what’s she gonna do, huh? She could snitch on us all, which is unlikely but not impossible. Or she could cut contact with me. Either way, the guys are gonna be pissed. Oh god, what if she got caught heading back? What if they’re beating her right now? I swear to God if I find-

“OI!” someone yells from behind him, making him instantly turn to find out who’s shouting. Two guys and one girl stalk towards him – is that the Sunny girl? They head straight towards him, but Jungkook’s never been one to back down from a fight.

“Yep, that’s him boys. Get him!” Sunny remains in her spot, about 3 metres away from Jungkook. She crosses her arms as she watches the drama unfold.

The two men lunge for Jungkook, but it’s him that gets the first punch. Hitting one of them, they stumble back, whilst the other slams Jungkook, head first, into some near by shutters. Punching the man in the gut, Jungkook gets his own back; but it’s not long until the duo gets the upper hand. Jungkook is left in a bad shape, as he slides down the shutters. The 3 Syndicates laugh menacingly as they leave – unaware of who they’ve just laid their hands on.

Pulling his phone out from his pocket, he quickly dials the number he was searching for.

“Hyung...?”

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Only For You: Finale

Pairing: Namjoon x Jimin

Genre: stripper!au, mafia!au, smut, angst; Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 6k

Summary: “I’d only ever do this for you.”/ “I know.” Jimin gave him a final kiss and then let his arm swing.

or how Jimin became an informant and fell in love with the man he’s supposed to be spying on.

Disclaimer: This is work is completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. It is not meant to label or reflect the members of BTS in any way. The events within never took place.

Warnings: Drug use, mentions of drug use, mentions of abuse, implied sexual assault, power abuse, murder, and violence.

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*****

He wants this to be special. Jimin deserves it. So many things happened over the past few months and it’ll all fall on them both. He wanted Jimin to know Namjoon would be there for him. Lying in bed beside Jimin, he listened to the soft snores coming from him. He’d never seen Jimin sleep so deeply. He supposed with Min gone, he can sleep at last. Namjoon looked over him with sleepy eyes. He longed for sleep, but so many things still kept him awake. Jimin’s worries are valid. The police can always catch on that Min did not leave the country or that it’d been someone else who killed him. They can try pinning it on Jimin unless they come up with better leads. He wanted to relieve Jimin of those worries. He’ll admit Lorenzo’s shabby motel is no place for Jimin, who deserves fluffy pillows and soft sheets. He left the bed with a thought in his head. Once outside, he called Jungkook.

“Hey,” Jungkook answered, his voice groggy and hoarse. “What’s up?”

“I need you to do something for me and it’s gotta be done by the morning.”

“Okay, what is it?”

“Back at the house, I left a gift box in the crawlspace behind the closet,” he whispered in case Jimin heard him. “You know which one I’m talking about, right?”

“Yeah. I do. I saw it the first time I went to your house.”

“Good. I left a present there for Jimin. I was going to give it to him at Christmas, but I think he’ll like to have it now.”

“So, you want me to go get it and bring it to you?”

“No. Take it to Dock C by warehouse three. Hoseok and Jin might still be there. Put it in one of the crates and I’ll give it to Jimin tomorrow.”

Jungkook hesitated. “Won’t Min be there?”

“He will. Is that a problem?”

“I don’t want to see him right now.”

“You don’t have to. Drop off the box and go home, if you want.”

He only heard Jungkook’s soft breathing a few seconds, then he said, “I’ll go now. Tell Hoseok to be expecting me or otherwise Jin might shoot me.”

“I will. Get it done, Kook, and make sure nobody sees you going in.”

“Yes, hyung.”

“Good boy.”

He hung up and walked back into the room. “Who were you talking to?” Jimin asked sleepily from the bed. Naked with a sheet covering his lower half, Jimin is still a tempting sight. They’d spent a while “making up” that Namjoon’s arms and thighs felt sore. Jimin must be feeling it more.

“Just Jungkook,” he answered, sliding back into bed beside him. Wrapping an arm around him, he kissed Jimin’s cheek. “Go back to sleep, love. We have a big morning ahead of us.”

Jimin brought his hand to his lips, intertwining their fingers. “I’m worried.”

“About what?”

“That something might go wrong. Like, what if the police show up before we’ve killed him? What if they figure out I had something to do with it? I’ll get put in for life and I’ll never see you again except through plexiglass.”

“Oh baby,” Namjoon cuddled him close, comforting him in kisses, “That won’t happen. I’ll make sure it doesn’t. I promise everything is going to go right tomorrow. I even have a special surprise for you.”

“What is it?”

“I’m not telling you. It’s a surprise. Now, let’s get some rest, yeah?”

He kissed him one more time, unable to get enough, and then shut his eyes. Everything is finally going his way. Once Min is gone, most of his problems will follow him. He’s sure someday another detective will take up his case, but that time he’ll be ready for them. He’ll have Jimin with him when it does happen.

*****

Hoseok suggested Jimin stay behind at home. According to him, Jimin is too delicate and soft for something like this. Namjoon disagreed. Jimin is the reason Rey Lopez’s jaw clicks and has trouble seeing in one eye. Jimin punching Jaehyun in the face scared people at the country club. He’s never had it easy. There’s no way somebody goes through Hell and comes out soft. Namjoon said Jimin would come, and nobody argued. He has more right to be there than most.

“It might get messy,” said Namjoon on their way there. They’d decided on a breakfast date afterwards, since the sight might upset Jimin’s stomach. It is his first time. “I’ll understand if you want to leave.”

“I don’t want to leave. I want to do it.”

“Do it?”

“Yes.” He turned to Namjoon as they parked outside the warehouse. “I want to kill him. I want him to pay for everything he’s done to us; he needs to see that he won’t be talking or flashing his badge to get out of it.” The firmness in Jimin’s tone brought tension into the car. “He’s a monster,” he crossed his arms and leaned in his seat. “He’s a monster who raped me. He did whatever he wanted because I was at his mercy; he held power over me and he knew it. Nobody would stop him. Not his bosses. Not his partners. Nobody. He gets away with it every time. I’m tired of people hurting me and nothing happening to them. It’s happened all my life. Nobody has ever stepped in to help even if they knew about it; they never wanted to get involved. I realized a long time ago the only person who will look out for you is you.”

He frowned. He understood that perfectly. He’d spent years thinking the same thing. People knew about his home life and his father, yet said nothing. He realized if he wanted to give his mother a safe, happy home, he’d have to do it himself. He took Jimin’s hand and kissed it. “But what about me? I protect you. I look out for you.”

“But you can only do so much,” Jimin answered gently. “You can’t be around me all the time, running around holding my hand. I have to defend myself and I can.”

“I never said you could not, but it doesn’t hurt to have help every so often I did all this just for you, for us. He’s done nothing but get in the way and hurt us both. After today, that won’t happen, I promise.” He cupped Jimin’s cheek and kissed him. “I still have that surprise for you,” he said, “And I think it’ll help you out.”

He said nothing to Jimin’s inquisitive look and slid out of the car. In the early morning sun, Dock C is deserted. He’d given the workers the day off, so they’d have the place to themselves. Rays of yellow and orange light broke through the windows and buildings of the dock. Salty sea air filled his lungs and brushed over his jacket. Winter is nearly on them now, the biting cold pinching his cheeks. He briefly thought of the plans he made after today. They’ll need to lay low for a few weeks while the heat of Min’s disappearance dies down. He considered going to Jin’s cabin earlier than planned. A nice winter getaway for him and Jimin; the others will need to come with them. They can’t risk anyone being questioned about Min’s whereabouts. Jimin might need to stick around, but he can go to Namjoon when it’s over.

Today feels different, he realized walking to the large warehouse doors. Having Jimin at his side, Min just behind those doors, relief fell over him. Hoseok told him they’d locked Min in a storage container on one of the ships. They brought him back down an hour or so ago. Namjoon smiled imagining the agent’s groggy state. Jimin must’ve felt so powerless against him. Namjoon knew he’d thought so at times. Min appeared unstoppable and relentless. He used every resource at his disposal to capture Namjoon. Min’s the reason Namjoon left Seoul in the first place; he brought on too much attention. He cost Namjoon so much. He’d done worse to Jimin, which only angered him more. Knowing this will be the last time they see him put a spring in Namjoon’s step.

“Joon, you’re finally here.”

Hoseok, Jin and Jungkook stood in the middle of the warehouse. Jin and Hoseok turned to the couple walking in, but he noticed Jungkook watching the person in the middle. Jungkook turned spy for them after learning what his colleagues are truly like. He’d mulled it over for a while before agreeing. He returned to his superiors and gave false reports to cover them further. With Hank soon to be out of office, Namjoon needed a new inside guy. Jungkook might stay at a desk job, but he’ll have eyes and ears everywhere. However, he insisted he be here today and Namjoon did not refuse.

“Our friend has just woken up,” Hoseok smiled, nodding to the middle person.

Min Yoongi sat tied to a wooden chair. He groaned and glanced around the room with heavy eyes. He still wore the clothes from last night, though he appeared unkempt and ruffled. Clearly, sleeping inside a storage container didn’t work well for him. He lifted his head to see Namjoon and Jimin standing in front of him. Jimin tightly held his hand, but Namjoon moved ahead of him.

“Morning, Yoongi,” Namjoon grinned. He took a chair Hoseok offered and sat in front of him. “I hope you slept well. I know storage containers aren’t the most comfortable places, but I think they can be very humbling.” He watched Min slowly come to his senses as he spoke, “And you can use a bit of that, can’t you?”

“Fuck you,” Min spat at his feet, glaring.

“Always thought you were above the law, didn’t you?” Namjoon continued. “Bribery, falsifying documents, assaulting informants...how do you get away with that? I honestly want to know. How is it the very institution that is meant to uphold justice is the one doing most of the injustice? I mean, I know I’m bad, but at least I have some morals and empathy. You’ve been doing this job for years, and it seems that no matter how bad you are, you get away with it. I’m almost jealous.” He rested his arms on his knees, “But not today. No, today you’re going to pay for everything you’ve done. For raping my Jimin. For hurting him. For humiliating and scaring him. I bet you don’t even find Jimin that attractive; you just want someone to hurt.” He scooted his chair forward, “You know you’re a scrawny, sneaky, slimy piece of shit. So rather than read a self-help book or see a therapist, you go after people underneath you. It makes you feel better to make someone cry or cower in fear of you. You love using your badge to get people to do what you say. It gets you what you want and your superiors don’t bat an eye at it.”

“Because you’re scum,” Min croaked. “And nobody cares about scum like you.”

“You’re probably right about that, but if I’m scum, then what are you?” He kicked at the chair, making Min tip slightly. “I mean, not only did you make Jimin lie to me, but then you go to my business partners and pay them to sell me out. You didn’t have Jungkook on the inside anymore. Jimin gave himself up to me. You needed to find another way into my life, so you went to a person I knew: Costa. You paid him to give you information about me; about the work I’d been doing for him. Once again, Yoongi, you tried interfering in my business. You tried taking what’s mine; everything I’ve worked for in this God forsaken country. How is a man supposed to get ahead if he’s got a little rat like you sneaking around, huh?” he stood up from his chair. “I’m sure you know I’ve killed him by now. I snuck into his house and put a bullet in his head.”

“I know. It came out on our end that he’d been killed.”

“I would say that you only had yourself to blame, but in this business, I would’ve pulled the trigger eventually.” Namjoon recalled the night he snuck in Costa’s back door. He’d seen the man’s wife sleeping on their sofa in front of the television. He made sure the children went to bed before he did it; he didn’t want one of them walking in on it. He’s used a suppressor to reduce the gunshot, but it woke up the wife anyways. He walked to a crate behind Jin. “Do you know what I use this warehouse for? What ships out of here?”

“Your guns.”

“Oh well, they’re not MY guns,” Namjoon fished around in the straw for a new handgun. Under the straw, he found the gift box. Wrapped in red metallic paper, he’d written Jimin’s name in Korean on the card. He thought he might like that touch. However, he left that and took up a handgun he found. Never fired and perfectly polished, he’s sure Kenji won’t mind him testing it. “They used to be Rossi’s. Yeah, he had so much ammo stored that Kenji-you know Kenji, right? Well, he can’t sell them all in one shot. He sells these babies little by little to interested parties. I told him I’d hold them here and he can buy them off me piece by piece. It’s a very profitable partnership we have. Funny, you know, considering the history between Korea and Japan.” He loaded the gun with a magazine in another box, then put one in the chamber. “It’s also more of a storage space, so it’s less likely anyone will come strolling in here.”

He looked back to Min, “Because that’s how this business works. There’s a lot of give and take. If someone does too much taking and not enough giving, well, they don’t last long.” Namjoon moved back over to him. He saw Jimin standing beside Jungkook. The natural light falling on him made him look so angelic. They shared a short gaze, a quiet understanding coming between them. “In the beginning, I thought you only wanted to prove yourself to your superiors,” Namjoon turned back to Min, “But no. It’s deeper than that. It has to be. Nobody is this determined for no reason. Is it because I had more money than you? Is it because I hurt somebody you loved or cared about indirectly? Or is it because I beat you every time?”

He stood in front of him again, finger on the trigger and ready to shoot. He can end it now. He can finish him and then take Jimin to their favorite breakfast spot. But no. This is too easy. It’s too quick for him. “It’s like...it’s like chess with you. It’s not really the enjoyment of the game, but more guessing your opponent’s moves. Before me, you were used to little nobodies who fell for all your tricks. You outsmarted them all and kept a perfect conviction record. Then I came into the picture. You’d send the dogs after me, and I made them look the other way. You’d track my products, and I’d ship empty boxes in their place. No matter who you talked to or where you searched, I stayed one step ahead of you and it drove you crazy. I will admit, your most recent stunt got me for a while, but some unexpected things happened: I fell for Jimin and Jimin fell for me. I fell for him so hard that when he confessed, I didn’t kill him.”

“You fell for his ass,” Min scowled, “Everybody does.”

“I do certainly love his ass,” Namjoon smirked, “But he’s more than that. He’s more than what you thought he was. You thought he was another person you could push around, but he’s not. He’s stronger and tougher than you think.”

“Oh please. Jimin might get the upper hand sometimes, but he’s a little angel.” He then sneered, “An angel I fucked...a lot.” He chuckled at Namjoon’s snarl. “Your boy was way too good to pass up.” He turned to Jimin, “It’s all he’s good for anyways. He can get as many degrees and grades as he wants. He’s just another piece of as-”

Namjoon whipped his gun across Min’s face. The metal left a trace of blood and redness on the man’s cheek. Blood dribbled past his lips, and he spat it onto the floor. “You know, normally I’d shoot you and call it a day,” Namjoon told him, “But I think...I think you can help me with something first.” He bent down, “Christmas is coming up, and it’s going to be a special holiday for Jimin and me. You see, not only will it be our first vacation together but we’ll have been together for six months by then. I don’t know about Jimin, but that’s a big accomplishment for me.” He smiled over at Jimin, who smiled back. “And, ask anybody I know and they’ll tell you I suck at giving gifts. I’m lucky that Jimin is so sweet that he doesn’t tell me when he hates my gifts.”

“I love your gifts,” Jimin cut in. “That crown bracelet you gave me is my favorite.”

“And the bunny sweater? Did you like that?”

“The bunny sweater is...nice,” he looked away. “It’s fluffy.”

“It has an ugly ass rabbit on the front and the carrot lights up,” Hoseok rolled his eyes. “I told him not to buy it.”

“I thought it was cute,” Jimin replied though not convincingly.

“You see?” he asked Min. “Horrible. But this time I intend to make things right. I wanted to give Jimin the best present in the entire world. I’m talking about something personal and meaningful and big. I’m talking about a gift that will really blow him away. Jungkook,” he called to the boy, “Go get the gift.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now, a gift as special as this one needs to be tested out first. I’d hate to give it to him Christmas morning and then he tells me he hates it or it’s not what he wanted.” Jungkook scurried to the open crate and pulled out the gift box. “I’m not having a repeat of the bunny sweater, okay? Thanks, Jungkook.” He took the box from him and walked over to Jimin, whose eyes lit up.

“Namjoon, really?”

“Merry early Christmas, babe,” he grinned at Jimin’s face, kissing his cheek. “Open it.”

“Now?”

“Yeah, now?” Hoseok’s voice reached him. “We’re kinda busy here.”

“Yes, now. It’s important. I really want to know what you think of it; maybe it’ll give me an idea of what things you’d like.”

Jimin looked him over once, then ripped the wrapping off the box. He set it on the ground and lifted off the top. “Oh Namjoon! It’s...it’s interesting.”

Inside, on top of white tissue paper, was a long wooden baseball bat. Painted on the side was ‘Little Devil’ in red and black cursive, devil horns on the first letter and a tail on the last. “I remember you telling me about your brother teaching you baseball when you were kids, and how much you two played,” Namjoon explained. “I wanted to get you something meaningful that can be useful to you. Maybe you and Jungkook can play sometime or whatever. He likes sports.”

He weighed and swung the bat a few times to test it and nodded. “Namjoon, this is so sweet and thoughtful of you,” he beamed. On tip-toes, he kissed Namjoon’s lips and held the bat end-to-end. “I love it. I really do.”

“How touching…” Min spoke up. “I would’ve given him a stripper pole instead.”

“But, my love,” Namjoon ignored him and took Jimin’s hand, “This is only part one of your present. You see, like I said, I want you to test it out first. See if you like it and want to keep it.”

Jimin looked over at Min. A wicked grin and laughter in his eyes, he understood what Namjoon meant. He left his side and moved over to Min. “It really is a nice gift. It’s got the perfect balance and isn’t too heavy for me. It reminds me of Jihyun’s. You know who Jihyun is, right? My brother?” he stopped right in front of Min, “What do you think, Agent? Isn’t it nice?”

“I don’t really see sports being your thing, sadly. Real men play sports; not little boys in stockings.”

Jimin’s face turned cold. “Now, why do you have to be so rude? You’re at our mercy now.” He poked him with the bat softly, “You’re the one tied up. You’re the one sitting here powerless and pathetic. You should start watching how you talk to me.”

“As if you’d do anything. We both know you’re going to stand aside and let Namjoon do your dirty work. We wouldn’t want to get blood on your pretty hands, would we?”

“I don’t mind blood. I’ve shed plenty of it myself. It’s your blood I want on my hands now.” He continued gazing over Min, “I do want to thank you though.”

“Really?”

“If it weren’t for you, I might’ve never met my Namjoonie. We would’ve never fallen in love and I wouldn’t be living my best life. I’d be back in my shitty apartment, working at the club and letting guys grab me for tips,” he said, twirling the bat and putting it on his shoulder. “I wouldn’t have found my self-worth and have the support I needed to better myself. So thank you, Min, for giving me that.” He made a circle around Min, “But you are also the reason Namjoon almost broke up with me. You forcing me to tell you his secrets and send you information about him really put a rift between us. I never felt more miserable in my life. And you….you putting your hands on me...you violating and rap-raping me…” he took deep breaths, controlling himself in front of them, “Didn’t help things. I was under so much stress and pain, I would do anything to make things right with Namjoon.” He sighed, “He lost trust in me for a while. I think he still doesn’t trust me a hundred-percent.”

“Jiminie…”

“No, it’s true. I feel like...I feel like I haven’t done enough to earn his trust back,” he said to Min. “I feel like tricking you into going to the motel isn’t enough. So,” he examined the bat in his hands, “I think I’ll have to go one last thing.” He walked back to Namjoon and said, “I wanted to do something to show you that you can depend on me. I’m not scared or squeamish. I can handle your life and the things it throws at you.”

“I know you can.”

“I want to show you still. You don’t have to hold my hand all the time or worry about me.”

“Then show me if you want to so badly.”

Jimin rolled the bat again, shifting his weight around nervously. He nodded, taking a breath, and said, “I’d only ever do this for you.”

“I know.”

Jimin gave him a final kiss, then let his arm swing. The first blow went right upside Min’s head. It must’ve blurred his vision, since his eyes widened trying to go back into focus. The second went to the other side just as quick, cracking and breaking the skin of the temple. The force of the bat caused Min to sway and finally fall onto his side. This didn’t matter. All the rage inside Jimin came out in every hit. He heard grunts and curses; he saw tears leak from the corners of his eyes. The wooden bat landed on Min’s arms, sides, head, and stomach. Namjoon did not look away. He watched blood pour out of Min’s mouth; he imagined the heavy object breaking and fracturing bones. None of them moved to stop Jimin, even as blood began pooling around Min’s head. Namjoon knew it’d be wrong to deprive Jimin of what he needed. Min makes the perfect present. Once Jimin finished, the baseball bat fell from his hands. He breathed deeply to maintain himself, but Namjoon saw it in his shaking arms and shoulders. Min laid on the ground, broken and lifeless, at Jimin’s feet.

“Come here,” Namjoon hugged Jimin, kissing his temple. “It’s okay. It’s okay, baby. I’m here.”

“I-I-I ha-hate h-him,” Jimin forced himself to say. He buried his face in the crook of his shoulder. “I hat-ha-hate him so-so much.”

“I know, but it’s over now. It’s all over. He can’t hurt you anymore.” He picked up the weapon from the floor, and took a look at it. Covered in blood, thankfully the paint and wood hadn’t splintered. Not that he expected it would. “Let’s get you cleaned up and I’ll get us some breakfast.”

Jimin nodded and followed him. Hoseok knew what to do with him; he did not need to say it out loud. He’ll call Hank later when they’re settled. Jimin is more important. He always has been.

*****

As Namjoon thought, they’d called Jimin for questioning. He told him they arrived the following morning, but didn’t take him to the precinct. The officers claimed he isn’t in any sort of trouble; they only wanted to know when he and Min met and what exactly happened. Jimin told them the story: he and Min met to discuss his future as an informant for the agency. His current cover had been blown, so they needed to get him into hiding before Namjoon killed him. When asked how they planned to do that, he answered ‘witness protection’. They’d give him a new identity and set him up somewhere else. Jimin naturally played the ‘scared informant’ informant role: he constantly asked if they’d protect him if he gave them his information; he bargained with them and tried pleading for it. Of course, the detectives said they’d ‘do what they could’. Namjoon assured him they will look into his story, and he should stay until the investigation is over. If he left so suddenly after their conversation, they’d be suspicious of him at once.

“You were the last person who saw him alive,” Namjoon said over the phone. “They’re probably cooking up all kinds of stories as to how you could be involved. I’m sorry to say, babe, but you’re a criminal too. I mean, not as bad as me, but you are. You’re also a criminal forced to inform rather than do it willingly.”

“I know,” he whined. Namjoon smiled thinking of Jimin’s cute pout. “But I want to be with you. I hate being in the house by myself.”

“You’ll be here soon. You’re going to love it here.”

He’d gone up to Jin’s cabin ahead of Jimin. A large cabin near the mountains, it fit all of them comfortably. Jin obviously brought Taehyung and Hoseok brought Simone, his new girlfriend. Namjoon didn’t like the girl being around. She’s new. The last time they had a new person, they nearly lost everything. Hoseok insisted she’s safe, but Namjoon demanded she be kept at a distance. Surely Jimin will see to it when he comes. He’d taken up one of the corner rooms with large windows looking out towards the tree line. A plush, comfortable bed placed a few feet from the fireplace, he already imagined the two of them snuggled close together after a long day out. Jimin will love it here. He loves snow and they can ski together...or attempt to ski anyways.

“I also hate this phone,” Jimin grumbled. “It’s so static-y. I can barely hear you sometimes.”

“It’s not meant to be used a lot,” he answered. “It’s to make sure the cops don’t have your phone bugged. You’re not near the house, are you?”

“No. I’m shopping.”

“Shopping? For what?”

“Food. You know, that stuff you put in your mouth to stay alive? I needed some things so I decided to go out.”

“Well, I got something you can put in your mouth instead.”

The memory of the motel sent tingles down his front. Jimin on top of him, hands on his chest as he bounced on him so expertly. He bit his lip thinking about Jimin’s cock moving with him and squirting his load everywhere. He said Namjoon hit the right spot every time; it drove him crazy, he said, feeling so many things at once. Namjoon couldn’t wait to see him.

Jimin’s giggle only aroused him more. “Namjoonie…”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” He adjusted himself but that meant his cock pulsed on his palm. Once he did, it became hard to stop. “You better not make any plans when you get here because I’m going to take up a lot of your time.”

“I’ve been thinking about you too,” he lowered his voice and Namjoon thought he might melt.

He rested back on the bed, sliding his hand down his pants. “Oh yeah? What about me?”

“Just things,” he replied in that innocent tone. It turned him on knowing Jimin is out in public. He felt himself growing harder in his hand, wishing it were Jimin instead. “I got something special for you,” Jimin continued. “I can show it to you when I see you.”

“Oh? Can I get a hint?”

“It’s white and silver, and I’m wearing it right now.”

He breathed heavily. “Fuck...go somewhere and take a picture for me. I need you so badly right now.”

“But you’ll be seeing it soon anyways. I want to keep it secret.”

“Why can’t I see it now?”

A knock came to his door. It can’t possibly be any of the others. Hoseok took his newest girlfriend to a nearby cafe. Jin and Taehyung went snowboarding and skiing at the mountain lodge. He’d decided to stay behind and not be their third wheel. He growled to himself. Just as his arousal began tightening itself around him, someone came to interrupt. He slowly walked to the door, “Babe, I’ll call you back, okay?”

“Why?”

“I’ll just call you back. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

He hung up and approached the door. Lorenzo assured him nobody will be coming after him now. Most of his men didn’t like Costa anyways. The police can’t know where he is because Jin has this cabin under a different name. Jimin said he’d gotten the police off his trail with talk of another federal rival: Hank Donavan. He kept a distance from the door as he opened, ready to dodge if need be. He quickly opened the door and found who stood behind it.

“Hey handsome.”

Wearing nothing but a crop top and lace boxer shorts, Jimin is a real vision. He exhaled deeply taking in Jimin’s half naked body, wanting nothing more than to ravage him. “You’re here,” he breathed, staring down at the boxers he wore. Snug on his hips, the crimson lace layered over cotton fabric. Namjoon can only imagine what’s sitting inside there waiting for his hands. “How? You were supposed to...to wait until everything was cleared.”

“It was,” Jimin smiled, stepping into the room. “They arrested Hank on a bunch of federal charges and they think he knows where Min is. Apparently, Min suspected him of being a leak for a long time but couldn’t prove it. Their theory is probably Hank getting rid of him and hiding the body.” He shut the door and put his hands on Namjoon’s chest. The simple touch made Namjoon hum. “So I took the earliest flight I could find and came here. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Consider me pleasantly surprised then.”

He pressed Jimin to the door and lifted him by his thighs. Jimin’s legs and arms wrapped around him, Namjoon pinned him to the wood. Their lips came together in heated kisses; they already began caressing wherever their hands reached. It was like taking a hot bath after being in the cold. Jimin’s pillow lips rejuvenated and relieved him. His tongue slid over his bottom lip before gently tugging on it. Jimin grinded himself into Namjoon’s hips as best as the position allowed, moaning in their kisses as he did. The friction between them made him grow harder. He needed him now. Namjoon did not mutter any instructions. He carried Jimin over to the large bed and laid on top of him. This way, he could dig his bulge right up on Jimin’s while the other pulled off his clothes piece by piece.

“Can I see my present now?” he asked, kissing down his front to the waistband of his boxers.

Having Jimin beneath him, full of lust and need, is exactly what he’s always wanted. Jimin rolled onto his stomach; Namjoon spread his legs and put a pillow underneath his hips. He didn’t need anything else right now. The world is balanced and bright with Jimin. He palmed both Jimin’s plump cheeks. The younger whined feeling his hands cup and squeeze them. He threaded the middle of the boxers between the buttocks just to feel skin on skin. He already knew what Jimin had underneath the fabric in the middle. He felt the hard rim of a diamond plug whenever he brushed his thumbs to the center. He did not press or pull at it just yet. He continued massaging and rubbing Jimin’s bottom, thighs and groin. He listened to Jimin whimpering his name when he touched a sensitive spot; he watched him push up to his hands and wriggle around, trying to get his hands there. Namjoon only pulled away from him. It was when he finally tugged them off that he groaned.

“Look how pretty this one is,” he pressed the plug deep into Jimin who moaned. “Is this new?”

“Yes. It’s wider too.”

“Oh?” Carefully, he pulled the plug out. Jimin’s entrance held onto it tightly as if needing to be filled, but Namjoon caressed the rim to ease it out. He’ll admit the plug is a bit bigger than Jimin is used to. “You’re not wearing this for the first time, are you? I don’t want you in any pain.”

“I’ve been...training…” he blushed, hiding his face in the sheets. “I’d put it in before I called you so I can listen to your voice while it’s in me. I’ve been doing it little by little so it doesn’t hurt so much.”

He bent over Jimin, his lips brushing his ear. “And what did you do while you talked to me?”

“I’d get hard and touch myself afterwards. I really like this one,” he turned to kiss Namjoon. “It feels like you.”

“Better than me?”

“No,” he shook his head, “Nothing’s better than you.”

Namjoon withdrew the lubricant from his bedside and admired Jimin for a moment. Precum already leaked from him to the pillow underneath. He pulsed a deep red and thickened in his arousal. Namjoon couldn’t help but lick up the string he caught; Jimin gasped feeling his tongue slide up from his tip to the fluttering hole in front of him. It felt like ages since they made love. The past six months left a mark on both their lives. Sucking each of Jimin’s balls, he realized how nice it felt. No more investigations. No more deals gone wrong or betrayals or lies. They’d taken care of the source of their problems, and can now be at peace. Min is out of the picture. He can’t hurt either of them from where he is. Hoseok made sure the bastard stayed dead. Putting himself on top of Jimin, he slid in slowly. Pure bliss filled his insides. Holding hands, he pumped in and out steadily while the other lifted up to meet him. Nobody, absolutely nobody, will touch Jimin again. He’d kill them if they did.

If Jimin doesn’t kill them first.

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