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Public Enemy at a showing of Evil Dead 2 and Return of the Living Dead
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Throwback VIBE magazine covers from 1994
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todayinhiphophistory · 3 months
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Today in Hip Hop History:
Keith Shocklee of The Bomb Squad was born January 2, 1962
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skeletonfumes · 8 months
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explicit-tae · 2 years
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Public Enemy (Part 1)
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Masterlist | Meet the In-Laws (Part 2 to Public Enemy Part 1)
Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut, Angst, Mafia!Jungkook
Warnings: mafia au, smut, nsfw, mentions of death, unprotected sex, mentions of cheating, jungkook has yandere tendicies yet he's kinda calm here lol, angst, gunplay
Word Count: 8,079
Description: You don't ask many questions when your boyfriend - a High school sweetheart of 4 years by the name of Shin - splurges his money on you and other luxuries. However, you know well enough that he works for one of the biggest mafia leaders of South Korea.
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Shin and you met your Junior year of High School, but didn't officially become one until the following year. He was a quiet kid who often kept to himself, laid low and rarely conversed with others. Your friends - who you considered school friends at best - thought he was weird. Most of the male body at your school didn't act the way Shin did - and maybe that's how your crush formed. It was the dark eyes that didn't linger onto anyone for long and the plump red lips that seemed so enticing and inviting. He had a baby face when you met him - features so soft and outspoken that it made you want to pinch his cheeks.
Senior year came around and Shin changed. He grew in size - shoulders more broad, height soaring above you and many other male students. His baby face with the same features you once desired to coo and pinch were now replaced with a chiselled jaw line, piercing eyes and a lip ring right in the middle of his lips.
It didn't take long for you to become consumed by the man that was Shin. Your life slowly wrapped around him - and he knew it. He allowed his attention to be on you, as well. He gave you side glances when he knew your eyes were on him and even smirked a few times when your eyes connected; a harsh blush evident on your cheeks.
Your parents hated Shin once the two of you became official. He was not the man they thought you needed. He was older - only by a few months - and as soon as he became of age, he was covered in tattoos and a few piercings. While you graduated and attempted to look into your future, Shin had already had a job lined up. In the beginning, you were left clueless in what it was. You worked as a barista in a cafe making whatever you could while he brought in bigger cash.
You were embarrassed - now more than ever - to say that you followed Shin to Seoul and left your small town behind. It was no secret how Shin got his money and the gossiping became too much to handle. You spoke with your parents every few months when you left, ensuring that you were alright in Seoul. The phonecalls were never made by them and when you did call, it only lasted a few minutes - until it didn't. Your father stopped answering your calls, and little by little, so did your mother. You got the message that they wanted nothing to do with you now after your years in Seoul with nothing to prove of yourself.
You promised your mother that you would study in Seoul and start a job soon. Shin, on the other hand, thought you didn't need to work. He afforded an expensive luxury apartment for the two of you (that you knew he had to pay double for without any legal income) and bought most of your clothes and necessities. Now as you recollect that memories that you shared with Shin, you suppose his idea was to isolate you - to get you comfortable enough so you didn't depend on anyone but him. To not even depend on yourself.
"You must feel embarrassed." a smooth voice comes through your ears. The sudden sound makes your eyes narrow ahead and finally, you gained consciousness back into reality. You blink a few times, false eyelashes fluttering as you done so. "Sitting here crying while your boyfriend is being laid to rest." the voice says once more, this time closer and familiar. You recognize the voice - the light and smooth voice with a hint of rasp in it. "Nor are you the only one sitting here crying."
Jungkook hums as his eyes lay upon your features. He could tell by your cheeks - tear stained and puffy red - that you've been crying. However, at this moment, he was unsure if you were crying because the death of your long term boyfriend or the fact that said boyfriend - now rotting in his grave - had been going agaisnt the relationship for years now. To see the look on your face when you witness not one, but three woman crying above the closed casket of your boyfriend.
"Are you here to laugh in my face?" You scoff, bringing up your hands to wipe the tears from your eyes. You let out a gulp, your eyes trying (but failing) to keep off the three women, one across from you and the other a few feet away on your right and the last to your left. "You go to all of your dealers funerals?"
Jungkook chuckles. He shakes his head. "Only the ones with such great drama just like this!" he responds.
You roll your eyes. You turn to face him, upset with yourself for finding his smirking lips attractive. However, you managed to shake yourself out of the naughty thoughts. This isn't what you need now - not at your boyfriend's funeral.
"I should go." You accomplish saying. You glance around at the small group of people - to the once crying women who must feel just as idiotic as you, to the man men in black who dressed similiar to Jungkook. The funeral was small, not many people arrived. Shin didn't have many friends and neither did you. He was long exiled from his parents and former life prior to Seoul.
"Off to where?" Jungkook asks. He begins to follow close behind you as you make your way out of the grassy field, your heels digging into the soil. You knew you should've worn flats to something such as this. "You don't have a job and soon you won't have a roof over that pretty little head of yours."
You turn on your heels and shoot him a glare. "You don't know shit about me!" you hiss at him. The audacity of this man, a man you met only once before, to come and speak to you in such a way. You knew who Jeon Jungkook is and just how cocky he was. He had a reason to - he was the physical meaning of tall, dark and handsome. His energy oozes luxury, riches and power and damn did he know it.
"Oh but I do, sweetheart." Jungkook hisses right back, his tone laced with venom. He grasps your wrist tightly and yanks you closer to him. His eyes narrow into yours. "To think I offered you a better life with much more money, power and glory yet you deny me to stay with maggot food." Jungkook lets out a laugh - a genuine laugh as if it was the most comical phenomenon he's ever been apart of.
"Is this the real reason why you're here?" You shake your head in disbelief. "A man who claims to have money, power and glory yet pisses his pants when someone doesn't want him." It was your turn to laugh in his face, enjoying how you seem to hit a nerve. The tongue in his cheek was evident that you succeded in doing so.
Jungkook drops your wrist with a scoff. He composes himself quickly and throws you glare. "When those payments stop coming from that luxury apartment you reside and when you are forced to stop swiping those cards," Jungkook motions with his lips to the bag wrapped in your arms, the black leather bag you wore to seem more humble - it was one of the cheaper ones Shin bought for you in the beginning of your move to Seoul. "then you'll realize that you truly have nothing. Or, maybe when they come and repossess that luxury car you're driving..." Jungkook shakes his head with a chuckle. "Jimin's always hiring."
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"More wine?" the soft voice of the waitress says, a look of pity in her eyes as she awaits your response.
You nod your head, a frown on your lips. You take the wine glass into your hands after she pours the red wine into it. You take a gulp, swallowing the wine whole before slamming it onto the table.
You were pissed, to say the least. You were expecting to see Shin here at the restaurant an hour ago - especially since he planned the date. You dolled yourself up for this, washing with the bodywash you knew he loved, dressing in the new designer outfits he bought for you and even pinned your hair up the way he enjoyed.
You checked your phone, not seeing any missed calls or messages from Shin - you have already sent a few to him. You scoffed, shaking your head. Now you were humiliated - stood up by your own boyfriend for an hour now while the waitress comes every few minutes to offer you wine out of pity. The surrounding tables had came and went while you remained waiting here.
"Waiting on someone?"
Your head snaps to the voice and your eyes land on a man, tall with dark hair and the same darl eyes watching you. You swallow at the sight of the familiar man.
"Jungkook-ssi." You bowed your head, realizing the man to be associated with Shin, his respected boss. You've witness the man from afar a few instances.
Jungkook raises his hand. "Just Jungkook is fine." he responds. "May I sit? Or are you waiting for someone?"
You shake your head. You were waiting for a man that wasn't going to turn up anyways.
Jungkook sits, his eyes wandering around the resturant. He motions for a waiter to come. You take note how fast service was when it came to Jungkook, the waiters and waitresses nearly running to his aid. "I need to speak with the owner." Jungkook commands.
You furrow a brow at him and speak once the waiter leaves to fulfil Jungkook's request. "What are you planning to do?"
"Too crowded here." was his response and before you can ask what he expected from such a expensive resturant, a short man comes rushing your way.
"Jeon-ssi!" the man bows to Jungkook. "If I would have known you were going to be here, I would have had the entire area vacant for your arrival."
You watch with curious eyes as Jungkook speaks with the man, his voice firm as he throws around requests. Soon, you're dumbfounded when the tables surrounding you and Jungkook are being ushered away, a few complaining customers protesting. Nonetheless, in the matter of minutes the restaurant was cleared.
"What would you like to eat?"
"Why did you do that?" you question.
"Why not?" was Jungkooks response. "I can hear you better now that we're alone."
You gulp. This felt intimate - far too intimate for a woman with with a boyfriend should be with his boss.
"What are you doing alone here?" Jungkook asks, taking his freshly poured wine and taking a sip. "I'm sure Shin isn't busy now."
You scoff. "I'm sure, as well." you murmur. "He must've forgot."
Jungkook shakes his head. He lifts up the menu before him and says, "Ashame. A man never appreciates a woman until she's fed up and leaves."
"I don't think-"
"Are you ready to order?" the waiter interupts your speech.
Jungkook eyes you and nods. "You can order whatever you want." he assures. "The steak here is exquisint."
Another hour passes and you and Jungkook converse and eat. You haven't had any calls from Shin and slowly, you have grown less concerned. Jungkook was a good conversationalist and even a flirt - but you managed to ignore them and hopefully appeared uninterested.
"Still no word from that boyfriend of yours?" Jungkook questions.
You shake your head. "No, I'm sure something came up."
Jungkook snickers. He chews on a piece of steak and swallows a few moments later. "If I had a beautiful woman like you," his eyes rake your body. You wore a lavender satin dress with a deep neckline, exposing your breast. "I would never let you go where any man can come and snatch you."
Your cheeks flush - you blame the wine. "Luckily there isn't a man snatching me." you retort.
It was that response that had Jungkook pining after you more than he was previously - unbeknownst to you and Shin. He offered you a ride home, which you declined because you drove. However, that didn't mean he went home. No, he followed and watched - from afar - as you entered your apartment, the tall and wide windows gave him a full view. He couldn't hear you but knew well enough you and Shin were arguing with the other.
As days turn to weeks and weeks into months, he already had men following you and reporting back to him. Regardless if you were going to the Salon for your monthly styling or to the boutiques for whatever designer item you can buy. He learned much about you - probably more than Shin ever did.
"Your obsession with this girl is cute." Namjoon told him once, a teasing tone in his voice.
"I think he wants her more because she has no need for him." Jin responded.
Taehyung hums. "She'll have no need for him as long as her personal bank is open." he retorts. "Get rid of the middle man." he shrugs. “Make her vulnerable that she’ll need no one but you.”
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You slam your comb down on your vanity table, the clutter of lotions, perfumes and other beauty items jump at the sudden impact, a few even falling over. You let out a snarl as you tightly wrap your hair into a bun - a mess type bun that wasn't presentable in the slightest. "Jimin's always hiring." You mock Jungkooks voice. "Stupid motherfucker." you hiss.
You knew well enough who Jimin was; his name came up a few times from Shin. You didn't know the extent of the name by the name of Jimin - just assumed he was an old greasy man who pimped women out. The audacity Jeon Jungkook had to assume you would stoop low to even do that - let alone for his corporation.
It's been a week since Shin's funeral and to say you were slowly growing miserable was an understatement. You rarely slept, the dark circle under your eyes being evident of such. Your mind wandered often to the three women crying just like you were and pondered who they were and how long they've been in this affair with Shin. You couldn't feel anger with them, however. The look in their eyes when the three of you caught the other was priceless and telling. The three of you were clueless and dumb - and once in love.
You haven't eaten much in the time of Shin's death and then having to prepare for his funeral. You didn't cook much - Shin preferred to eat out. It wasn't as though you couldn't- your mother ensured you knew how to cook for yourself and your children if you decided to have any. Shin on the other hand found it unnecessary. The large luxury kitchen with updated appliances left untouched many years upon your arrival. The fridge and cabinets were useless. Since Shin preferred eating out, you only had light food and bottled drinks.
Within the hour you went from in your empty and quiet apartment to the busy grocery store in Seoul, rolling the squeaky cart down aisles in search of something - anything - you could put together for lunch. You probably looked out of place in here. You wore a denim jumpsuit - something you had for months but only wore now - and a pair of white Louboutins - a gift from Shin after he forgot your birthday dinner he planned last year. Now that you think of it, he was probably with one of the three girls you've seen at the funeral.
You scoff and throw any and everything in your cart and stroll towards the front counter to pay. Your heels clicking against the tiled floor as you done so. The cashier was a young boy who eyes you up and down before offering a smile. You do the same and place your items nearly in front of him to scan.
"Cash or credit, noona?" the boys voice rang through your head.
"U-Uh, credit." You murmur to him, wondering how caught up into your head you were to not realize how fast he was. You rummage through your purse and pull out the black card and swipe.
"Can you try it again?" the cashier says, a look on his face.
So you do. You try twice more then settled on inserting before the cashier looks uncomfortable. "I-It says declined."
"Excuse me?" You hiss back in response, your intention not meaning to sound as harsh as it did.
"It says declined, Noona." The boys face reddens. You hear a few snickers behind you. Your eyes glance at an older woman behind you, arms crossed over her chest.
You swallow. "Can you...can I try again?" you murmur to him, feeling defeated. "I know there's-"
"I can-" the cashier nods.
"There's a line!" the older woman protests. "If you don't have money then try selling your shoes."
You bite your tongue from snapping at the woman. You scoff and snatch your card from the reader and throw it in your purse. "Nevermind." you say to the cashier who looks just as embarrassed as you. You hear your phone ringing when you're half way out the grocery store.
Your eyes roll when you notice it's notice it was your bank - a personal banker to be exact. You sighed, ready to ask what the hell was going on with your card.
"Ji-hoon!" You answer as soon as you close your car door and start it. "Please tell me you know what's going on with my card?"
Ji-hoon lets out a soft chuckle - a nervous one. "Why don't you come down to the bank, Y/N-nim?"
You sigh. "Why? Is everything alright?"
You got your answer when you arrived at said bank and now sat wide eyed in front of Ji-Hoon. Everything was not alright, after all.
"He...he went into our savings?" You mutter in disbelief as you look at the bank statements.
Ji-Hoon shakes his head. "His savings." he says. "Your name is no where on here."
"B-But-" You were with Shin when he opened these accounts.
"I am aware that you were present while Shin-ssi opened these accounts. By what my documenta are saying, a few months back.." Jo-Hook continues to read. "As the main account holder, he has dropped you as a share holder."
"He can do that?" You whimper. You felt like slapping yourself. Of course he could because it's already been done for months.
"I was not aware." Ji-Hoon sighs, a look of pity on his face. "He must've went to another banker."
You allows yourself to sit in Ji-Hoon's office, trying to settle your harsh breathing. "U-Uh, um, what did he spend it on?" you muster up to ask after a few minutes. "If it says."
"That it does." Ji-Hoon nods, a frown on his lips. "He hasn't removed the money and paid with cash, yet that would look more suspicious to take such a large amount of money out."
You patiently wait for Ji-Hoom to continue, blood boiling at the sudden news.
"He's made a few payments to departments of education." Ji-Hoon reads. "Two different types of payments, however. One to the University of Seoul and another a medical facility."
You clench your fists, your manicured nails digging into the skin of your palms. You were sure it had to be one, if not two or even all, of those girls that were crying for him. You were not the only one depending on his wealth it seems. One of them was a college student - you assumed as such. She appeared younger and more naïve - if you could even judge such naïvety.
"That fucking-" You slam your hand down on Ji-Hoon's desk, starling the man. "So I'm broke?" you scoff, tears in the corner of your eyes.
Ji-Hoon swallows a lump. He cared for you like a friend. He saw the hopeful look in your eyes when you and Shin arrived here years back, both young and you seemingly in love. He didn't want to see you hurt. "Y-Yea, technically."
You let out a sob, your anger cracking into sadness at how down bad you were now. Your mind swirled into the memories of the last few years - of your mother begging you not to leave home and to your father threatening to disown you if you had, an empty threat you thought. Your mind fluttered to your high school friends who told you following Shin to Seoul was dumb after graduation.
You were sure if anyone saw you now they would be cackling at your situation. A "I told you so" slipping between their lips soon after. You didnt follow a lot of people from your old town on social media, but the few you did you knew they were either graduating their respected universities, becoming engaged, getting married and even a couple welcoming their bundles of joy to the world.
"Y-You don't have a job, right?" Ji-Hoon ponders aloud.
You shake your head, defeated. You stand, far too embarrassed of your situation.
"You can work here. I can put a word-"
"Thank you, Ji-Hoon. I will be off now." You give him a sad smile, attempting to make it as warm and inviting as you could.
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You managed to wreck the apartment upon your arrival back home. You smashed every mirror in site, the anger and sadness finally getting to you. You damaged the kitchen - no cookingware left unharmed and no glass left unsmashed. You went as far as to damage the gifts he gave you - the designer shoes and purses littering your closet.
It didn't make you feel much better, but being able to scream and cry as loud as you wanted was refreshing. Your head was pounding and you were sure you looked as attractive as a bears ass. You could feel the snot on your nose drip and your cheeks puffed red.
You swallow a lump in your throat, falling onto the leather couch next to your phone. You contemplated racking your kitchen knife into it, but as of now you were exhausted.
You grab your phone and unlock it, scrolling until you found the familiar name on your screen. You press the screen and lift it to your ear, listening to the ring.
"Hello?" a soft, sweet voice answers.
Your heart flutters at the familiar sound of home. "E-Eomma." you stuttered into the voice, voice cracking."
"Y/N?" your mother voices raises. "Are you crying? What's happened?"
You shake your head, even though she wasn't there to see. It was a long story that you had no desire to speak of over the phone.
"I-I missed you." You stammered.
Your mother giggles. "I'm always a phone call away." she assures you. "And I'm sure you have enough wealth to visit."
There it was, the side comments. Your mother was known for them, yet you come to miss them and her.
"I-I..." You bite your lip. What did you have plan to say? That your boyfriend was dead? That he has been cheating on you and left you broke with nothing to your name? How could You manage to go through such disturbing events again - all in the same day?
In the end, you couldn't be upset with Shin. You had a reason to, sure. Yet you were raised better than this. Your father raised you to learn how to do anything on your own so you wouldn't depend on a man for anything. And now, you destroyed your home because of the same type of man you were raised to stay away from.
"I-"
"Is that Y/N?" You hear your fathers voice ask in the background. There was shuffling and before you knew it, your dads deep hut loud voice is speaking to you. "Are you alright? Are you pregnant?"
You hoped not. "No!" you insist.
"Hm." was your fathers response.
"I-I...we aren't-"
"Together anymore?" your father scoffs. "I know as much.".
You're taken aback. "How-"
"A man like that is never going to be faithful. Nor will he marry you." Your fathers harsh words were like reality in your ears. You could hear a few murmurs of your mother behind the phone, possibly telling him now wasn't the time.
"I-"
"She needs to hear this." Your father fires back to your mother. "She was grown enough to make the decision to follow a drug dealer to Seoul! She is grown enough to deal with the consequences of her actions."
Your fathers word cut deep, but you knew they were the truth. Your father was never the one to hold anything back- if he had something to say, everyone was going to hear it. It's what you loved and admired about him; even if those same admirations were now thrown at you.
"A-Appa, I-" your voice cracks and soon you're crying again. It's amazing how much tears you had in you - you believed you were out of tears.
"Don't cry, my love. your fathers voice soothes you, the childhood nickname you haven't heard in years making your heart flutter. "I'm disappointed in your actions, yet you are still my daughter. I will love you regardless. Come home."
You wipe your tears from your eyes, letting out a choked sob.
"I knew eventually you would." your father says. "He was never good for you."
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Your fathers words hit, you admit. But it's what you needed to hear. The fact that he still loved you after all these years of ignoring and pining after a man he despised - you're forever grateful. Speaking to your parents had you come to the realization that you let yourself go. You weren't the one to let a man use you while you sat by idly and allowed it.
You would be on the next train back to your home town if it wasn't for your fathers words. Him stating that you were grown enough to deal the consequences of your actions. That he knew you'd come home eventually. Of course, you understood he meant no malice in his statement. But now that you had calmed down and let a few weeks pass, you come to your own plan. You wouldn't be the damsel in distress in your story. As the week passed, your sadness turned to anger, then to spite. You hated Shin for what he'a done to you and before you can hate yourself, you knew you had a job to do.
Shin may have been a drug dealer in Jeon Jungkook's little Mafia corporation, yet he still had duties. You knew well enough that once a week the man held meetings with his dealers. Shin was only a low level - a weakling if anything. He did nothing but ove weight. He was surrounded by higher ups who had more to do with Jeon's business. You knew of the family - a group of 6 more men besides Jungkook - who ruled besides him. Each man having power around South Korea just as Jungkook does. However, you were acquainted with Jungkook only but knew of Jimin and his dealings in the brothel and clubs.
This is how you found yourself now at such meeting, At the club owned by the family. It was a cheesy name, Persona, with dark red lights lining up across the walls. It oozed luxury and sex - as it was intended to. The music blares as you walked through, bodies upon bodies held close together - grinding against one another.
Persona wasn't an easy club to get into. You had to know someone or be someone to get in. You were no one - yet - and only attended a few times with Shin because of the dead man - maggot food Jungkook called him. You managed to give the bouncer all the money you had left - 6,000,000 won. It was risky to do so, seeing as you no longer had a roof over your head and lived out of your car that would soon be reprocessed. But - you had hope.
You made your way to the familiar route you recalled Shin taking - a back room where the meetings were held. With the amount of men in black suites hanging around, you were sure the low level dealers were done with their meetings and now it was the bigger leaders chatting. Even better.
You witness the inside of the room once. It held a stage for whatever performer - obviously a nearly naked woman - to be on. There was a black, leather couch surrounding the stage and the walls of the room held mirrors. You knew that was your destination - and as if God was on your side, you saw a cockrail waitress ready to enter the room, sporting a tight white tank too and the shortest black shorts ever. She wore a corset around her - you questioned if she could even breathe.
"I can take it for you." You offer, eyes on her ad you approached. "You look nervous."
"I am." the girl admits, her lips forming into a shy smile. "I know they're important men. They requested a new face."
You nod, liking the new information. "I'm a new face. I don't want you to feel as though I'm taking your spotlight." you back away, hands raising slightly.
"N-No!" she shakes her head. She held a tray of whiskey and a few shot glasses - a total of 7. "I-I'm a bunch of nerves. I'm sure they won't mind if you do it."
This girl must've been new. She appeared young and naïve - much like the crying girl at Shin's funeral. She didn't know everyone here and that would be your win and possibly her downfall on this job.
You grasps the tray and smile at her. "Go check on the other customers." you encourage. "I got it here tonight."
She nods and scurries off. You take a breath and turn to the door. You made sure you looked presentable (not like you had much available besides your reflection in the shot glasses). But you knew you looked good. You made sure that you scrubbed your skin clean and lotion it to perfection. You bought a cheap hotel room for the night - you were determined to not go back. You wore the tightest and sluttiest dress you owned for this occasion.
You knock twice but don't wait on a response. You enter the room and close the door gently behind you. You let out a smile but it wasn't as though any of the seven men acknowledge You. They are speaking among themselves. It was only then did you realize that theres another woman in the room, her being seated in a mans lap. You didn't know his name but watched as he spoke to a blond haired man. As you placed the tray onto the table and begin pouring drinks, your eyes wandered and landed on the woman. Your eyes widen as you recognized her.
And her eyes did the same upon the realization.
You snapped out of your trance and place the shots alongside The table and in front of the chatting men. It was your time to go onto the stage and you did just that. The pole was chrome and inviting. You weren't a pole dancer in the slightest, but you knew how to look enticing enough that it didn't matter. You took notice of the chattering dying down and adverted your eyes to the familiar brown ones staring back at you.
Jungkook watches you, his heart beating in his chest and, dare he say, his length twitching in excitement. His eyes traces the way the dress - a black bodycon dress - hugs your figure as you dance before him.
Your eyes meet with his and Jungkook offers a smirk, eyes gleaming with lust and mischief. He doesn't take his eyes off of you, and neither do you. Not even when you get on your knees, breast on full display for him, and begin to crawl slow and sensual towards him.
You're at the end of the table in front of him. Your fingers wrap around the small shot glass, whiskey untouched, and bring it to your lips. You slurp up the whiskey and once the bitter taste is in your mouth, you bring your own lips to Jungkooks, forcing his mouth open.
Theres a few hollering and laughs being thrown around at the sight of you and Jungkook, tongues twirling against one another.
"I think we should go." a deep voice says, a hint of teasing. "To give our Kookie some alone time with his girl."
His girl. At the moment you didn't understand but soon you would come to. They knew who you were and why you were here and that you weren't your own person anymore - but you were now tied with Jeon Jungkook.
You and Jungkook tongues stopped dancing when the sound of the door closes. You remove your lips from his, however you sit in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck. As if it accustomed, his hands are on your ass. He gives a light squeeze.
"Look who it is." Jungkooks murmurs against your skin. He leaves a trail of kisses down your neck to your breast. "Missed me?"
You hum, hips going to rub against his hardened clothed length. "I thought about what you said."
"Hm?" Jungkook hums in response. His hands leave your ass to rip your breast out of the tight dress. The sudden action makes you gasp. The air was cold against your hardened nipples.
"Y-yeah." You stuttered, biting back a moan. Jungkook doesn't waste any time in poking his tongue out to twirl them against your nipples. He moans at the same time as you do, louder as he begins to slurp on your buds. "Jimin's always hiring."
Jungkook grunts. His hand - right - removes itself from your breasts and comes down hard against your cheek. A loud slap echo's across the room and you're stunned in his lap. His fingers take hold of your jaw and forces you to look at him. The lustful look in his eyes says it all. "You're not selling my pussy in a brothel."
You swallow the lump in your throat. You're embarrassed - almost ashamed - at how wet his words made you. You only ever been with one man - Shin - and now being in the lap of another, someone so dominant and powerful - you were sure in a few minutes you'll be leaking in his lap.
"Who says I belong to you?" You retort, grinding your closed clit against him once more, moaning at the friction.
"You did." Jungkook licks up from your breast to your neck then jawline. "When you brought my pussy back to me without me asking."
Jungkooks lips meet yours. It was a quick, deep kiss while his hands roam your breast. He release his lips with a groan. "I can feel how wet you are through my jeans, baby. Let me have a feel."
Your own hands go to rub his shoulders and down to his biceps. You continue to rock against him with the help of his hands on your hips. The sound of moans and the friction of your clothes rubbing against one another is heard throughout the room.
You peak an eye open to see Jungkook, head rolled back and mouth slightly agape. This was your chance. You can feel the metal handle of the gun on his waist against your thigh, all you had to do was grab ahold of it...
Jungkook flutters his eyes open when he feels metal against his forehead. He glares at the hun - his own - pointing back at him. "You," Jungkook chuckles darkly, "are one sneaky bitch."
You smirk back down at him, gun firmly in your hands. You turn the safety off, incase he was feeling bold enough to test you.
"Are you going to shoot me, my love?" Jungkook fake pouts, his doe eyes feigning hurt. "And here I thought you weren't that dumb." he tsks. "Here I thought you would finally be mine again."
"I never was yours." You correct him. As your right hand pressed the gun against his head, your left played with his belt buckle, undoing it and releasing his harden length.
Jungkook gulps, his cock twitching. A trail of pre-cum slides down his veiny length. You lick your lips at the sight. You move your panties to the side and manage to place the tip of his cock against your clit.
Jungkook hisses, fist clenching when you push the gun harder against his forehead. "You dirty bitch." he murmurs. You were circling his tip against your wet clit and he wished nothing more than to show you your place and fuck you until you begged him to stop.
"I won't be in that position again." You tell him, allowing a few inches of his tip to enter you. You both inhale sharply. "I refuse to left with nothing if anything happens to you."
Jungkook flutters his eyes open to heed your expression. He bites his bottom lip at the sight of you - breast on full display for him, pussy nearly wrapping around his cock. He takes a deep breath. "Nothing is going to happen to me." was his response, voice low and firm. "And I won't let anything happen to you."
You moan, sliding his cock deeper inside you. You feel Jungkook's fingers dig into your thighs. You proceed to push his gun deeper onto his forehead in case he felt as though this was a game - it wasn't. You were serious.
"You're a powerful man, Jeon Jungkook," you slurred out, your walls clenching around his girth. "I know you aren't idiotic enough to not have legal money coming in."
Jungkook nods. He had many properties and businesses throughout Seoul alone, let alone the entirety of Korea that he employed trusted men to handle. It was effortless to run through whatever product he was selling through these businesses and the brothel alone brought in enough money to live comfortably.
"I want my name on all of your legal businesses." You rocked your hips, moving slowly. You don't tear your eyes away from his face. Jungkook's eyes snap open and his brows furrow in surprise. "I also want it on your house," you quicken your pace as you rode him, the wet sounds of your pussy only adding to the erotic encounter. "and my car."
Jungkook nods quickly, he doesn't take his hands off of your hips as you ride him.
"A smart man like you also has a will." You sigh, feeling your stomach clench. You bring yourself closer to his face and kiss his forehead next to the gun - still pressed against his head. "I want my name added onto it."
Jungkook lets out a loud groan when you tighten your walls around him. He would give you whatever you wanted if you continued riding him the way you are now. "I will." he insists. "We'll go first thing tomorrow and I'll add you to everything." he promises, hands sneaking to your ass to squeeze.
You halt your bouncing, eyes staring at him. Slowly, you lowered the gun. Jungkook whines and looks at you. He finally sees you clearly. You were fucked out - probably as much as he was. Jungkook snickers. "You have a lot of demands." he tells you. In a swift moment he crashes your back against the stage, gun now across the room. You widen your eyes at the sudden movement but you don't get the chance to speak. His right hand grips the back of your hair and yanks it back, forcing you to look at him forcefully. "But I have my own demands."
Jungkook's face is a few inches from yours as he speaks. "You can have it all. My cars, my businesses, my properties..." his tongue reaches out the trace the side of your cheek in a disgusting - yet erotic - way. "...my money. You will have the luxury you deserve and the power of being by my side. In exchange, I want your loyalty and devotion."
You gulp when he jerks your hair again. You couldn't help but moan - the sensation of his cock, still pulsing inside of you, and the grip he has on your hair. It was the right amount of dominance you craved from him.
"You will be my wife. You will love me and me only." Jungkook swirls his tongue on your lips and you open them, obeying his gesture. "And you will give me a child."
You whimper.
"Those are my demands. You and our child will want for nothing." Jungkook's word are serious, no matter if he was deep inside of you now and tongue going in and out of your mouth.
"I-I..." you stammer. "...want a daughter."
Jungkook chuckles, thrusting into you once. You cry out from the sudden sensation. "I want a son. We can have both." he begins thrusting inside of you at a harsh pace, leaving you no room to adjust to him.
Jungkook lets go of your hair and proceeds to wrap his hands around your neck. "You're finally mine." he grunts out, his eyes not knowing where they want to look. He could watch your face, the beautiful twist of your features as you take him. Or, he could watch the sight of your breast bouncing as he fucks you. He even desires to watch your pussy as he fucks in and out of you - clit engorged and wet just for him. "And all it took was for me to take out that useless boyfriend of yours."
You hear him, but you don't fully comprehend. All you know is that Jungkook is fucking into you with such force and need. "Y-You...killed...him?" you moan at each thrust inside of you.
Jungkook shakes his head. He removes himself from inside of you and swiftly flips you over, ass now in the air. He wastes no time in entering you again and continuing the brutal pace. "No, but it was orchestrated by us." Jungkook is mesmorized by the way your ass bounces against him.
Us. It doesn't go unnoticed by you - his words. You had an idea that Jungkook had something to do with Shin's death, yet without any proof you couldn't do anything. But, as time went on and you lived with the realization that Shin was not the man he said he was, you pondered if it made you seem heartless that you didn't care if he killed Shin or not. The man you loved and left everything behind was going against you to fund other women's lives - so much so as leaving you with nothing to fall back on.
"F-Fuck!" you hiss. Jungkook was hitting your G-Spot with such force and need. You don't remember the last time you had sex like this - sex with urgency. It was as though Jungkook was waiting for this moment - to fuck you like his life demanded it.
"Your pussy was made for me." Jungkook hisses. Again, he removes himself from you and once more flips you over onto your back. He was animalistic, becoming almost a different person at the sight of you being his and only his now. He pushes your legs apart and lowers himself. His tongue swirls against your clit, grunting at the wonderful taste of your juices lapping onto his tongue. He could eat your pussy forever and be content with life.
You didn't care about being loud anymore, the sound of the music just outside the door would drown out your loud shrieks. Yet and still, you could be caught right now, legs wide open and pussy of full display for Jungkook - but you didn't care. Jungkook's tongue sucking and twirling against your clit was all your mind could focus on.
"Look at how fucked out you are and I haven't even fucked a baby in you yet." Jungkook chuckles, his fingers harshly rubbing against your clit. He hovers above you now, his eyes twinkling with delight to see your breath hitching. He then brings his fingers towards your entrance, smirking at the way you whine. He enters three fingers inside of you - index, middle and ring - and thrust. The sloppy sounds of your juices mixed with the fast pace of Jungkook's fingers shoving deep into you.
"S-Shit" You curse, eyes snapping shit. Your hands go to grab onto something - anything - around you to be able to keep you up. Your stomach tighens and you knew that you were seconds from coming.
"Cum for me." Jungkook demands, blood shot eyes watching your face. "Cum all over my fingers."
You let out a sudden shriek as you do as you were told. You let go, feeling relief wash over you.
"Look how beautiful you are..." Jungkook murmurs, his eyes widening when he feels the wet sensation hit his abdomen. "...squirting all over me like a bitch in heat." he shakes his head, removing his fingers. "I'm going fuck a baby into you now."
You don't respond, exhausted by the events of Jungkook making you squirt like it was nothing. Shin never had, but sex with Shin could never compare to sex with Jungkook.
Jungkook enters you again, his hands on your hips. He fucks you with urgency now, determined to cum inside of you. He knew you would be his in the end - ever since the day he decided to speak with you over dinner. He was certain that you would come to him eventually - either willingly or by force. Shin couldn't give you the life you deserved - the power of ruling Korea, the luxury and the riches you and your children will have just by having the Jeon name.
Jungkook's thrust turned sloppy and he knew he was going to cum. He throws his head back and releases a choked moan. With a final thrust, he releases deep inside of you. You're twitching underneath Jungkook, feeling his cum ooze out of you and onto your ass. Your back falls against the cold stage and finally you're able to breath steadily.
Jungkook removes himself from you, pulling his pants up and tightening his belt. He tilts his head at you, offering a warm smile you don't see.
"Let's get you home, my love." Jungkook coos, his demeanor changing as he speaks with you. It was as if he hadn't fucked you like a slut in the club he owned. "We have a hectic day tomorrow and a wedding to plan."
You lift yourself up, eyes glancing at Jungkook. The man was calm but excited, you can tell. You pondered if this was the right decision - to be with Jungkook. His demands weren't much - to marry and bear his children. You were willing to do that for Shin at a point of time, without the man offering you half of his business, properties and eventually a will for you and your children.
You stand and fix yourself. You bite your lip and turn towards him. "Did you kill Shin?" you ask, unsure if he was telling the truth when he said he hadn't.
"I'm not a liar, my love." Jungkook responds. He turns away from you to retrieve his gun. "I did not pull the trigger, however, if you're asking me was it set up by me and my family - then yes. It was. I was not the only one who wanted that useless man dead."
Your own eyes examine his for any hint of deceit.
"I did have plans on killing him so you and I can be together." Jungkook admits, a sinister smile on his lips. "When we were bargained into doing the deed, we agreed. And now, you're mine."
You remained quiet.
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