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daegall · 3 years

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Not just a duty

pairing: bodyguard! hyuck x reader

genre: angst, hurt comfort, eventual fluff ig?, slight mafia! AU (its just mentioned that the family is part of the mafia idk)

warnings: bruises, mentions of fights?

word count: 878 words

a/n: i got this idea while playing genshin???? what the fuck?????

networks: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kokonomi @twozeronet

Donghyuck presses your cheek lightly with the ice pack in his hand, a small disappointed from painting his face at all the purple and blue bruises that paint your own. You know he's upset at you, he always is when you do things like this.

"You shouldn't have done that."

You sigh at the first complaint he mutters bitterly, glancing down to stare at your swinging bare feet, you had thrown your shoes somewhere after you left the dinner party.

That goddamned boring dinner party. Why couldn't your father stop being all business and mafia and just listen to you for once?

"...I know."

It was your fault the fight had started, after all. You knew there were so many men going out for your family, and yet you managed to come across one, and even worse, you fought him instead of fleeing.

Fortunately, Donghyuck had taught you some basic self defense skills, and even some combat, so you could take the man. But when he called for reinforcements, that's where you got in trouble. You weren't even in your right gear, just running off in your fancy attire.

And even more fortunate, Donghyuck came just in time to save you. The menacing look in his eyes as he took each of the men scared you every time, no matter how many times you've seen it.

Sometimes, when you find the look in your eyes you think he doesn't want to protect you, and that he's just doing it so your father doesn't kill him off when he fails and gets you killed.

But, that's not too likely, you've bonded the past few months. Though, they do say to keep your enemies close.

The whole walk back to your house, and even to your bathroom, no words were shared, not even eye contact. You only glanced at him from time to time, and the only time you locked eyes was when you finally let him clean you up after a small banter.

"Miss Y/n-"

"Don't call me that."

Your once vulnerable and guilty tone was gone, hurt laced in it as you spat out your words.

You hated it when he called you that.

It's like all the nights of bonding, all the secret sleepovers, comfortable conversations and even nights of comforting each other were nonexistent. You hated it so much.

"Does it hurt anywhere else, miss Y/n?" Donghyuck says in a much firmer tone, staring into your eyes with a certain hardness in them, harsh. You sigh with a (not so) subtle glare at him, shaking your head.

He nods, saying no more words, and simply tending to your few cuts on your chin. Moments of silence in the spacious bathroom, occasional cheers and sounds of chatting and glass clinking together resonating from outside the door.

No thoughts were shared, not even looks, but there's a certain atmosphere that says everything.

I want to fight my enemies.

That is my job. Not yours.

"Why did you do it?"

For the first time in minutes, words cut through the thick atmosphere and echo in the bathroom, and your eyes even lock. This time, he has a much softer look, tenderly and genuinely curious of why you did what you did.

Your eyes fail to keep up with his, growing shy and falling to the small constellation of beauty marks on his cheeks. His sunkissed skin is beautiful, it always breaks you when you see them red and blue because of you. "I want to fight for myself."

"You know you can't-"

"But I want to! They're my own fights, Haech-"

"Don't call me that!"

"Don't call me 'miss Y/n'!"

Your eyes finally lock with his, and instead of cowering from his intense gaze, you stare back with burning eyes as well. You can see the way he grinds his teeth together and try not to lash out on you, but really, you really really want him to.

"They're my fights, Hyuck."

Donghyuck's heartstrings shake, very affected from the nick name you call him. HIs gaze very obviously shakes from your words, and the sight of tears starting to glaze over your eyes he loves oh so much. "You don't have to protect me all the time,"

"I love you, Y/n! It's not just my duty to protect you, I want- I need to keep you safe from them,"

Donghyuck's eyes shut tight as the sentimental words leave his mouth after staying on his mind for so long. He brings his hand down from your cheek, knowing that if he felt your bruised skin against his any more, he would break down.

Your palm is suddenly cupping his cheek, startling him a little bit, before he melts into your touch. You lean down to press your forehead softly against his, your whisper close to his nose and cheek.

"I love you too, but I can't stand seeing you constantly getting hurt because of me."

Tears falling on your cheeks, your fingers gently wiping off Donghyuck's own from his face, your heart aches. It aches as you know that you will have to leave Donghyuck to protect you, but it aches more knowing he wants to protect you, and he's not doing it just to satisfy your father. It reassures you that you're not just a duty.

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crystaljins · 5 years

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Sweet danger

Characters: Seokjin x reader

Word count: 1.9 K

Synopsis: 4. mafia!au + 3. meet cute + 17. “ hold your fire! ” [drabble game]

Notes: This one took a long time because I have to admit, mafia aus are too dark for me. I get too scared to write them lol. Like how do I write something romantic about a character who does all the nasty stuff associated with an organised crime ring? And then I thought “Huh but what if they don’t do that” and thus this drabble was born. Also I know you requested quote 19 (which is really popular for some reason???) but that’s already been done so I chose my own one. And I picked a member too. Enjoy!!

Eatjin’s bakery is a pleasant sort of place. It has rosy pink walls and the air smells of vanilla and sugar. The tables are pure white with carefully crafted edges that looks like vanilla frosting on the edge of a cake. The entrance, a simple glass door that lets passers-by peer curiously into the interior, is protected from rain by a bright pink and white striped awning. On either side of the white door are two carefully kept flower beds, with brightly coloured flowers lovingly chosen by the owner. And in the centre of the glass door is gold calligraphy proudly proclaiming the name of the bakery, ones that match perfectly with the elongated golden door handle. The metal is cool as you shakily wrap your fingers around it.

A bell chimes brightly as you push the door open. No one else is inside, currently, which is exactly what you need. You don’t need anyone else to witness your current state. You’d managed to wash the dirt and grime out of your hair, and a thick layer of makeup conceals the dark circles under your eyes. So you look presentable, at least. As presentable as you can be in your current situation.

“One moment!” A warm, friendly voice calls from somewhere in the back of the bakery. You want to cry that you don’t have a moment to spare, but you suppose it’s a good opportunity to gather your wits and composure before meeting the owner of the voice. Because said voice belongs to the owner of the bakery you now stand in, the only person in this world who can help you- retired head of the mafia and formerly the deadliest man in the world, Kim Seokjin.

“You’ve come at the right time!” The man himself cries as he steps into view. He’s handsome- warm eyes and carefully combed hair. It’s dyed purple, an odd choice that clashes a little with the pastel pink button down tucked into pure white trousers he is wearing. However, when coupled with the white soda-jerk-hat with bright pink outlines, he looks perfectly at home in the bakery. Surrounded by cupcakes and the smell of freshly baked cookies, no one would never guess at Kim Seokjin’s past. You, in particular, have walked past this bakery on numerous occasions and never even spared a thought to the who the owner might be. “Yoongi just finished a fresh batch of our famous raspberry and white chocolate cookies. The recipe is to die for.” He’s looking down, dusting flour off his fingers, and when he looks up, he offers you a warm smile. The warmth and kindness of his expression is in direct contrast to the sudden sharpness of his gaze and the way he seizes you up, however.

“You look guilty for being here.” He says abruptly, stepping up to the counter and leaning against the glass display. “Let me guess- you’re breaking a diet. Don’t worry. I’m here to help you.”

He steps out from behind the counter and begins to walk up to you. You aren’t expecting it and take a few panicked steps back. He pauses, surprised at your skittishness, and arches an eyebrow.

“No need to be afraid. I was just trying to say that the cupcakes in this display happen to be called the ‘diet-breakers’.” He explains, gesturing to a case full of cupcakes decorated with perfect icing flowers in various colours, not unlike the flowers in the pots on either side of the entrance. He tilts his head and smiles strangely- it sends a chill down your spine, the way it is both charming and practiced but somehow eerie and a little mean. “Unless it’s not the cupcakes you’re afraid of… but me?” He suggests. You swallow and take another fearful step back. He’s hit the nail on the head- you’re terrified of him. In the last 36 hours you have witnessed all the atrocities the mafia is capable of and Kim Seokjin used to be the head honcho. The pastel pink walls and smell of vanilla can’t cover up the underlying stench of bright red blood that no doubt used to stain his hands on the regular.

“You’re Kim Seokjin, aren’t you?” You say, and your voice is hoarse and shaky. He frowns and nods.

“Well, I am, but most of my customers call me Jin.” He admits. “Which makes me think that maybe you aren’t here to try my white chocolate mudcake.”

You hesitate. He’s absolutely right- you aren’t here for the baked goods he has to offer. You’re here because 36 hours ago your parents were killed right in front of you for reasons you don’t understand yet. And your father had told you with his dying breath that the only chance you and your little sister had at surviving was to find Kim Seokjin, former head of the mafia. And he’d slipped a USB into your hand and begged you to run before blood gurgled up between his teeth and the life drained from his eyes. And you’d tried your best to run like he’d told you to, you really had, but you’d failed. They’d taken her, your little sister and you don’t know if she’s dead or alive and Kim Seokjin is the only hope you have.

“I’m here because-“ You finally gather up the courage to say, but he stops you by holding up a hand.

“No.” He says simply. You blink a few times, before attempting to explain further. He merely cuts you off again. “Listen. If you’re in the know enough to seek me out and call me by my full name despite the fact that you’ve never once set foot in the bakery before today, then you should know this: If it isn’t about my delicious baked goods or a complaint about Yoongi swearing at you when he worked the counter the other day, then I don’t want to discuss it. It’s on the sign.” He tells you, jerking a thumb forcefully at what is indeed a sign bearing that exact sentiment. “If you don’t want to talk about cupcakes we don’t want to talk to you” is what it boldly declares in a shimmery gold that almost mocks you. He steps up to you, close enough that you can smell the scent of freshly baked bread from his clothes and makes shooing motions at you. “Buy a cupcake or leave, please.” He tells you dismissively.

He manages to shoo you about halfway to the door before you dig your heels in. You whirl around and grabs his hands pleadingly. That catches him off guard, and he leans away from the way you crane your neck to try and meet his gaze.

“Please.” You say, and your voice cracks. You’re in agony. You haven’t slept in a day and a half, you’ve witnessed your parents death and your sister, a mere child, could be out there suffering or dead. You need this man and his absurd bakery to help you, to listen to your story, anything. You just need somewhere to go from here, instead of constantly running, fearing that every person who walks passed with their hands in their pocket is concealing a gun or knife. Fearing that in the next moment your phone will ring with a call to inform you that your sister is dead in a ditch somewhere. “I need your help, Seokjin. You’re the only hope I have.” His gaze softens at your obvious desperation and vulnerability, and he’s gentle as he pulls his hands free from your grip.

“I’m sorry. You’re obviously quite young, and if my guess is right, you’ve gotten in a little over your head in that world.” He says. “To which I say, you can still walk away. Turn your life around, friend. That’s the only help I can offer you.”

He turns slowly and it is only because you are staring at his back in despair that you see it- the glowing red dot against the pastel pink of his uniform, centred right over where his heart should be. You’ve been shot at enough now to recognise that a sniper is taking aim at Seokjin.

“Get down!” You screech, throwing yourself bodily at him just in time for the display window to explode and send glass shrapnel spraying across the shop. The mirror hanging on the wall that Seokjin had been standing in front of mere moments before is cracked, what is unmistakeably a bullet lodged in its centre. You peel yourself off where you have plastered yourself protectively over Seokjin’s back and settle so that you are on all fours, hovering over his prone figure. It allows Seokjin enough space to roll over and stare incredulously at his ruined bakery from beneath you.

You’re about to scramble off the former mafia boss when, for the fourth time in 36 hours, you feel the cold metal of a gun barrel pressed to the back of your head. You stiffen in fear and Seokjin groans, staring at the person standing behind you.

“Hold your fire, Yoongi.” He pants, winded from the way you essentially tackled him. “It wasn’t her. Whoever it was, they’re probably miles away now. I know I wouldn’t stick around after missing a shot at the infamous Kim Seokjin.”

The sensation of cold metal vanishes and you sit back on your heels, sighing with relief. You turn your head to find another man with the same pastel pink uniform as Seokjin, though distinctly crueller looking and with a gun pointed directly at you. His eyes hold all the sharpness that Seokjin’s do, but with none of the kindness or warmth.

“I told you we shouldn’t have cut costs and skimped on the bullet proof windows.” The man, probably Yoongi, says, without shifting his gaze from you. Seokjin sits up as well, attempting to shake the broken glass from his shirt without cutting himself.

“I think we’d be the laughingstock of the whole city if anyone found out we installed bullet proof windows in a bakery.” Seokjin says with a sigh. “Although Bullet Proof Bakery does have a nice ring to it.”

Yoongi holds out a hand to you to help you up. You gratefully accept and take stock of your injuries. A few minor cuts from the glass but otherwise you think you’re ok. Seokjin follows suit and gets to his feet. He stares despairingly at his bakery for a moment.

“I retired from the mafia business because I wanted to run a bakery in peace.” He says with a long, burdened sigh, and he looks like he might cry. He turns to you. “Still, despite the trouble you’ve brought to my doorstep, I’m not an ungrateful man. You saved my life, so in return I’ll give you a chance to explain: Why do you need my help and why did I just get shot at?”

You stare around at the ruined bakery, and at the way the windows are open to the street outside. At any moment, any one could walk by and attack you. And as far as you know, Seokjin is the only person you can trust to help you now, so any eavesdroppers would definitely be detrimental to your cause.

“First,” You say slowly. “Why don’t we go somewhere more quiet?” The weight of the USB in your pocket feels like a thousand pounds and you feel like it is burning your skin. “It’s a long story.”

One that you don’t have all the answers to yet, but hopefully the man in front of you does.

He’s your last hope, after all.

#seokjin x reader #kim seokjin x reader #jin x reader #bts scenario #drabble game #writing

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