Mafia Jungkook x Little Reader
Summary : you get kidnapped by a gang lord, he leaer of the 6Eye Clan. Why don't you fight him?
A/N : hey this is @bunnyrhe reposting from her second account my main isn't working and SMH idek what to do. I hope this post doesn't flop and my account stars working again.
I was staring up at him, that rogue 6Eye. He sat in the modern armchair in the corner of the room. His eyes set on me, sitting up on the queen sized bed with a tufted headboard. I was hidden among the plethora of blankets and pillows on the bed, all nested around me in a luxurious cluster. Like a dragon in a horde. I winced, I couldn't be a dragon, at most I was a bunny in a flower field. My sleep stretched face and summers cheeks, lightly sunken in from starvation and pallid like a snow bunny."you look so teeny in your big girl bed, baby. It's so precious. Do you need Oppa's help coming down?"
He shifted and started becoming antsy as I walked around the room, rejecting his help. He was squeezing his arm and fixing his jacket, rubbing his nose. He was a human rocking chair moving back and forward. It made me want to curl up in his lap and run my hands over the three piece suit fabric. His motion and the soft suave feeling of what undoubtedly was a thousand thread count suit could lull me into a deep comfortable sleep.
He wore fine jewelry: diamond studded earrings and tennis bracelet and a shiny sapphire ring winking at me under the fluorescents. His forehead creased, it seemed as though all his worry and anxiety tucked into the folds. He took his jacket off, sleeves rolling up to reveal meaty forearms colourful like a tapestry. I could see his tattoos clearly now: a lone eye of the 6eyes Clan and one of open doors from Bangtan Sonyeondan. I remember him, that rogue 6eye.
He had disagreed with his Clan and they disowned him. Thus, Jungkook and the clan diverged from common ancestry, one to become the most lordly form of life abroad, one to become the dominant animal in Seoul. Now, the day had come for the two to reconnect and the story was best told by the people in the slums that experienced the loss first hand. The meeting was not a peaceful one in recognition of the others' worth. As usual, the clan refused to acknowledge and appoint what they had already discarded and Jungkook chose battle.
It was a one sided battle where he wielded the biggest arms supply chain from Korea to Columbia and his family did the dying.
The news told stories of the few frayed ends, the bits that got away. The bits of movement behind the curtain that let everyone get glimpses into the other world. When Jungkook tested his strength against the monsters and mountains of fat and meat of dead humans washed up on the shores, ravines and dumps. Bodies all blue, swollen and bloated, missing one eye each to show off to the world that a tyrant was born.
On a moonlit night, I went down to take the trash out, depositing it behind my dingy apartment. I stopped, looking up at the sky through the arching buildings around it to enjoy the silence. The quiet was soon broken by what sounded like a gust of heavy breathing in the garbage pile almost alongside. The calm surface of the dumpster mysteriously rolled and tin cans clattered down, plastic bags shifting like a staccato. I turned my phone flashlight in the direction in time to see two broad backs dripping in blood like an oil slick. The nauseous fumes like a miasma in the community.
That was when I first saw the 6eye up close , him and his cronies descending like rabid dogs coming into the alleyway. The engines of all black SUVS were quiet purrs, I almost didn't hear them. Slick, shiny black cars, reflecting moonlight like a camouflage, blocking both entrance and exit from the alley. The bodies in the piles of trash, heaving with strained life reacted instantly: cowering and crying. They moved the way insects do under a microscope: scared, out of place and anticipating the worst. Right before they get crushed.
6Eye spotted me instantly,there was nowhere to hide.
"Come here," he beckoned me softly, there was a blood spatter on his cheek. "Come here. I'm Jungkook I won't hurt you, honey eyes, come here."
The smear was shaped like a handprint.
His cheek was clean now, fresh new clothes, and a sleek hairstyle. Everything about him was a visual experience, he was as charming and enrapturing as a landslide. He held my attention like i had some morbid fascination.
"Do you like it, baby? The room?Oppa got it ready for you while you were uh asleep"
Did all rich powerful men have penthouses?
I pressed my nose to the glass watching it fog up. There were floor to ceiling windows in front of me, the ceiling was partly glass too. The cityscape blossomed with life in front of me: towering twisting skyscrapers in glamorous engineering feats, billboards and tiny buildings that looked like dwarves. At the height of the forty-fifth floor, one only sees the top. The buildings seemed to move discordantly in a wave with random skyscrapers at the crest and smaller flat-topped buildings at the trough. The streets moving through the cities like slate grey rills and rivers. The planes and their blinking red and blue lights come and go. They looked like dragons in the sky.
I couldn't find my apartment building,even at this height. I felt happy to not smell that awful city stench, the smog and the noise. The apartment was totally quiet.
There was a small sitting section to my right, a pink and white teepee I wanted to crawl inside and burrow in with my stuffie. Stay there forever until I felt safe and calm.
"The stars are glorious at night and the sunsets too. The curtains are on a timer, I'll get you the remote. The ceiling has a retractable awning so you can close it at night so the sun won't get in your eyes in the morning. I can set the timer on my phone for you, I don't want you to worry about forgetting, babygirl. I want you to be comfortable, honey eyes."
I held on tightly to my pink stuffed bunny I woke up with. He had a strong eyebrow and a cute smile. "That's Cooky, right? One of my companies manufactures them, there's a set of them, do you want them, baby? I can get the really big one you can use like pillows…or whatever size you want. I want you to be happy, baby."
Jungkook perched me on his hip, insisting I was far too weak from my nap to be walking around anymore. I felt around the wall for a lightswitch but he clapped, letting it turn on. "I wanted it to be easy for you. Spared no expense. "
The walk in closet felt like a store. There was a long walkway, longer than it was wide. It felt infinite like I had walked ten minutes from the entrance, the door looking much smaller from the distance. All the underlights and chandeliers illuminated the rows of closet space to make it seem fancier, sparkling almost pearlescent. The racks were already filled with clothes and shoes and arranged by color into my personal OCD paradise. The islands in the middle of the room were filled with jewellery, simple day clothes and undergarments.
"My assistant is very thorough, of course you're welcome to my closet I'm right across the hall. My clothes might not fit a baby this tiny though." He said, leaning on the closet frame, a sly half smile eating the apples of his cheeks to reveal two front teeth."I think you'll look lovely in anything. You have a face that lights up the room, you know. Even your shy smiles, they're precious, baby girl." His voice was so gentle and suave, something in it was alluring. I was susceptible to voices and his tone and physical aura made a want to slip deer into his arms, simk even more into this fuzzy feeling the type that made me feel smol.
I'd never come across a man who'd so coolly and confidently complimented me. He doled complements out so easily like it didn't diminish him, it was refreshing to see this. It made me feel so soft and small. A wave of colour rose to my cheeks, but I quickly recovered, giving him a slightly ironic smile. I could never take a compliment. "You look so cute when you're slipping."
I caught sight of myself in one of the full length mirrors, silky pink pajamas with a sleeping mask on my hair with Cooky's face on it. What surprised me more was the pearl earrings. "Your earring holes were closing up, I didn't want them to and I assumed you didn't either so…"
"They're gorgeous, thank you."
He looked so surprised."It's all my pleasure. You look like my princess with them on. We match. "
My gaze immediately flicked towards his ears, finding a series of small hoops and studs. He chuckled, loosening his tie to pull out a simple gold chain with a pearl pendant. "It's a matching set I had commissioned from my pearl beds in Tahiti...I think you'd get more use from them. I want you to have them, little one."
"Thank you, but I don't need this."
"I thought everyone needs jewelery…you'll have to get used to Oppa giving you gifts when he feels like it…'s uh it's not like I can let you go now, babygirl. So starting now, no need to worry about that cashier job or bills or making hard decisions okay? Oppa will take care of everything, my little one. How can something so small and pathetic ever take care of herself?"
"How did you get all of this together? You just met me!"
"I'm the most powerful man in the country, things just sorta happen," he looked like a boy king saying that. He had no right to make light of something like this. People in the slums, my family , talked about his kind like they were gods. He had no right to break that mystique. To be mortal. To look so soft and kissable and make me feel like I wanted him to shelter me.
The bathroom was a paradise. The shower was an over glorified saua, it sprayed from all and steamed up at the push of a button, and the tub? Rose quartz tub in front of a window. There was a lip in the tub like a platform. Fresh cut flowers on the sink-orchids my favourite. Behind it, a white baby monitor, I almost didn't see it blending into the tile.
"The window is one way glass. Bath time can be a breeze, something you enjoy. Oppa will always be here to help his little one in and out of the tub okay and to make ger baths extra sudsy, okay? Can my baby love tell me yes Oppa she understands?"
"Yes Oppa,"
"Okay, but becareful. When you use the tub , please leave the door open or let Oppa know I'll turn the baby monitor on. I don't want you to get hurt and…" he squeezed his arm. "I want you to get comfortable so I splurged on your room decorating. The rest of the house is nice like this too,"
He opened one of the drawers below the sink, "and we have bath toys too:ducky, bath bombs, bath markers there's a tiny floaty chair for Cooky. This drawer is full for when you're feeling big."
"What? " I blushed deeply ," did you raid my apartment? Those things are personal!"
"I told you, I want you to be comfortable and taken care of for as long as you stay with me.You don't have anything to worry about, I don't have any reason to hurt you."
"But I saw…I thought you 6eyes take no prisoners-"
"What did you see, hmm, princess?"
"Nothing. I don't know what you're talking about. "
"I have no problems taking prisoners if they're cute like you. But I must say this is a first and last. You'll be happy here when oppa takes care of his little one. Don't reject me baby, you know Oppa wants to take care of you. You know Oppa wants to spoil his little one. Don't feel shy, can I meet my little baby please? "
"Can I colour your arms with the markers?"
"Yes my little one, you can. Oppa would love nothing more."
I saw it now,the posturing, the casual way he carried the weight of the crown and all the wealth in the world. He didn't need to flaunt it, everyone knew it. He was the zenith of power.
The rest of us were separated from his wealth by impassable seas. I wanted to be a part of it, of the other world. The lush three dimensional lavish world of power. It encapsulated Jungkook like a continent in the great seas, everyone else were just satellite islands. All of the trappings he'd shown me so far, the casual kindness and care restored me to a womb world. I felt stable here; where there was no shortage of food, warmth, water, where I didn't have to scrounge to survive. Where there was no need to fight to defend territory because Jungkook owned it already.
Something crinkled in the drawer.
"What was that?"
"These are diapers for my little princess when she wants them. There's Winnie the Pooh and Max and Ruby. Would you like Oppa to help you into one, baby?"
I nodded pointing at the yellow packaging. I immediately softened up melting like ice cream into a puddle. My lips formed a deep pout, eyes almost round. I nodded desperately.
"Winnie the pooh it is,"
"It's okay, Oppa has you. " He chuckled,smiling helping me down from the changing table,"Come on princess it's dinner time."
I went to walk out the bedroom door but he stopped me, sliding on my house shoes for me. "There princess. Now let oppa carry his baby, your just not strong enough little one. Oppa will take care of you, baby. You're just too small to even try to care for yourself." He picked me up,perching me on his hip. I whined reaching out for Cooky.
"Don't forget Cooky! He's only baby."
"I'm sorry princess. I'm sorry Cooky. The chef made beef bibimbap, are you okay with that? Do you want something else, little one?"
"Beef?" I nodded eagerly, holding Cooky close. I couldn't remember the last time I ate meat.He chuckled nasally, grinning widely, walking me down the staircase of this elaborate penthouse.
"Would you like your highchair or Oppa's lap?"
"Lap lap! Please."
"Whose lap?"
"Oppa lap! Lap please?"
"Yes Oppa can hold his little princess, she's not feeling big enough to sit alone right now is she? No, my little princess needs her Oppa's help huh? My precious baby." He held me to his chest to feed me. Suit jacket discarded over a chair back, internal vest unbuttoned and tie strewn away. I pawed my hands in front of me,batting awa the spoon he offered , letting him know I wanted to be fed. He gladly fed me from his plate,kissing my head. "Mmm my princess is entirely too small to take care of herself, luckily, oppa loves taking care of cute princesses."
He frowned deeply when he ate,humming when it was particularly tangy and savoury. A Kings spread ahead of us: stone pot rice,kimchi, a random plate of fries and nuggets and hamburgers, pot of bibimbap. Decanters of passion fruit juice, banana milk ahead of us. Desert spread of chocolate cake, summers fruits-peaches, pears, berries, pineapple, mangos. How much does he eat. He showed me his healthy appetite by demolishing half of the spread. "Good yeah? I uh I added dino nuggs for you I wasn't sure what you eat..eat up though..you look like you haven't been eating right. "He kissed my cheek softly,"oppa will fix that for his tiny baby."
"Ah, princess you have sauce on your cheek. Let Oppa clean that up for you." He kissed you softly on your cheek, sponging away any sticky stuff with his tongue. "All better baby girl."
When the help cleared away the empty platters, Oppa cleared his throat, sipping water while you sucked his fingers. He set down his glass to feed us more chocolate cake, patting my tummy, "I told you, Oppa can take care of his princess."
