License to Steal - Act VII
License to Steal
ACT VII
Act I // Act II // Act III // Act IV // Act V //Act VI // Act VII
—summary: Min Yoongi is your new protection detail upon your return to your father’s side after being sent away during a bloody gang war. Now the dust has settled, you’ve been called back to your old controlled life, and leaving you an unwilling participant in your family’s plans. You don’t know what they are but you are no longer willing to be the obedient, protected daughter. You don’t really care in the least of it makes Yoongi’s new assignment hell on earth- So you’ll carve your own life out back home on your own terms.
-rating: 18+
-pairing: min yoongi x reader ?
-word count: ?
-warnings: swearing, gang activities includes drug use and the slowest of burns, organized crime, toxic af family dynamics, graphic physical abuse, drinking, dirty dancing? Y/N bounces around happily bc I wrote it
Author’s note: Welcome to Act VII. Please don’t be a silent reader. I love talking to you guys and I hope you’re enjoying this fic. Thank you :D Please like, comment, share, send asks, etc. It may help me crank the next act out and I need the pick me up. :D As ever @chelsea-chee is the most beautiful human and her works are all wonderful. She also brings me out of writing funks
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The burgundy wave was making another pass around the wide hips of the wine glass. Your eyes followed it with unwarranted rapture. Anything was better than the heady gaze of the man sitting across the small table. You didn’t know what you had expected out of this, but the aura had been weighted since you had walked to the front door, ignoring Hoseok’s lascivious suggestions regarding his acquired knowledge of Yoongi’s bedroom preferences. You had made it through the car ride by checking your makeup obsessively and slipping into your elitist mask, which hadn’t gone unnoticed by Yoongi. He just had yet to comment on it.
Now you found yourselves waiting for your entrees. You nursed your second glass of red wine while Yoongi reclined in the chair, legs crossed as he studied you in silence. He seemed content to wait out whatever mood you had found yourself in. The silence wasn’t the comfortable ebb of conversation the pair of you had slipped into while being shut in together as you healed. Instead it felt heavy with unsaid words. Yoongi had shown you how in tune with you he actually was, while you were squirreled away from the world. Hoseok had confronted you with something that had been shoving you away.
Yoongi had feelings for you? Was this a date? He hadn’t presented this dinner as a date. Yoongi had simply told you this morning you would grab something to eat before you went to have drinks with your fiance’. When you had laughed at him and suggested a drive-through on the way so you smelled like grease for your actual date this evening, his lips had gone thin and eyes narrowed before he snapped that he wanted steak. That he had had enough take out over the past few weeks to last a lifetime. The memory made you tilt the glass up higher as the alcohol slipped down your throat.
You allowed yourself to look at him finally, ignoring the pricks that arose across your arms as you two locked gazes. His normally blank and calculating eyes were not wavering from your face as you finally decided to brave engaging him in conversation. Yoongi reached forward and shook his watch lower onto his wrist before grasping the glass of whiskey and the flash of a pearl watch face grabbed your attention. You wrinkled your nose. “Where’s your Piguet?” you said before you could stop yourself. You shouldn't be noticing his watch. That was girlfriend shit. The lazy smirk that settled onto Yoongi’s lips made you roll your eyes in response. You couldn’t help it; the telltale natural irritation he sparked in you never died. It was the only true friendship or relationship to another person you had ever had. You weren’t completely ready to speak that truth yet.
Not to his face.
“You pay that close attention to my accessories Princess? I’m honored,” he said, unable to keep the animalistic swell of pride from his words. “It goes better with the black suit.”
“No, it doesn’t. You wear it with black all the time and it looks great.” You hadn’t had that much wine, and his answer was bullshit. Your mind shouted at you to quickly divert the attention from your admission, making you jump from the subject you had brought up. “Why can’t we just sit at a booth in the back? You made the staff move the entire table at an angle.”
“Because just because Jungkook and Jin are outside, it doesn’t mean I don’t need to see the door and the kitchen.” He waved his hand in dismissal at your complaint. “Besides, I can’t see your legs in a booth.”
You had been in the process of tilting the wine bottle over the rim of your glass, and with his words, it seemed like all the spit rushed to the back of your throat. You choked and jolted forward as you coughed, wine slopping over the glass and staining the table cloth. You couldn't help but shift uncomfortably. Hoseok's words again ringing through your head as you pointed your toes down in your heels to let the arch of your foot flex. Did he like how your feet looked in these shoes? Was Hoseok lying? The way Yoongi's eyes snapped to your subtle movement- no. No, he hadn't been lying.
Yoongi’s response was a laugh that had your eyes narrowing, and you set the bottle down. Of course he had trained his dark eyes on your pretty foot while you moved, but he recovered quickly. “You’re a pain in the ass- you should be pouring my wine for me,” you snapped, uncrossing and recrossing your legs. “Why’d you bring me here, really? It wasn’t to watch me squirm.”
“I can’t take an old friend out to dinner? I think you deserve it Princess. You deserve a night out.” Yoongi’s words were unbothered and dismissive. They made your heart throb. You couldn’t help but bite at the inside of your lip as he continued to sip his drink, his dark eyes flicking over to the waiter who had approached while you stared at him in surprise.
The smell of the food was tempting, but you were still in the whirlwind of emotions your companion’s words had caused. You deserved it? What you deserved rarely had a positive context if it wasn’t tied with a shopping trip. It was never in relevance to how you were actually treated by people beyond respect or fear. “Your old friend? You’re not telling the whole truth. You never do,” you breathed out as he cut into his steak to ensure that it was cooked to his specification of rare. He tilted his head slightly in consideration at your words before stabbing at the fine cut with his fork.
He chewed slowly before setting his utensils down and you found yourself unable to do more than spin your pasta onto your fork with zeal. Yoongi sighed softly and cleared his throat before reaching over and topping your glass of wine off. “Princess, what would talking about this help? Right now things aren’t settled.”
The words punched through you. Was he serious? What good would it do? Hoseok had been screwing with you then. “It wouldn’t matter if things were settled anyway. I don’t even understand your definition of settled.” Your words are dry as you reach for the wine, stuffing your mouth with the fresh pesto-drenched noodles. “I get it Min. J-Hope was just fucking with me.”
Yoongi stilled a bit more and couldn’t help when his upper lip curled. “He runs his mouth. I have one job: keep you safe. I’ll do whatever I have to make sure I do that. We’ve known each other for long enough. Believe me in that if nothing else.” You couldn’t really bring yourself to look him in the eye, and so you settled for shrugging as you ate and gulped at the wine.
“I mean, we’re friends now I guess Min. That, coupled with the fact it’s your job to keep me safe-”
“You are more obsessed with my job than I am. It’s not about the job Princess. It’s because I need you safe.”
The warm feeling in your stomach had you shifting in your seat.
“Pursuing you, doing some confessional; you know damn well it’s not me Princess. I’m not that guy. I never have been.” His words which had started soft grew more clipped and you couldn’t help but smirk.
“Min, are you in love with me or something?” you joked, but hated how your voice came out breathy and weak. The clatter of Yoongi’s knife even made you jump slightly as he dropped it in exasperation.
“You think I’m not attracted to you? I’m not about to proposition you because I don’t want to hear your smart ass answer. I’m going to get you safe and make it so you can live your life without being sold off or in constant danger. I’m about to put myself in a dumb-ass position just so you can live your life Princess. Now stop pushing me.”
You swallowed hard and observed how he hunched over the table to hiss his words at you, clenching his fist tightly, and you let out a breath you hadn’t noticed you were holding.
Speechless. He always managed to render you speechless.
--- Yoongi’s POV:
_You were doing this to spite him. You had to be. Yoongi couldn’t help giving into the raging annoyance that weighed heavily on his back as you prodded at the resolution he had made not to approach this subject until you were safe and your father was laying on ice in the city morgue. He wouldn’t be the best choice even after _this bloody mess was all said and done.
Yoongi didn’t know what he really expected from you though. You never left well enough alone; it was part of your charm.
“Don’t boss me around and tell me you care about me at the same time. It’s a mind fuck,” you grumbled as you ate. Yoongi scoffed slightly and returned to his steak while he glanced at his watch to check the time quickly; they would have to wrap this up soon. They had never had much time for dinner. You had spent the first portion of the meal ignoring him. He had assumed that Hoseok had taunted you. He had immediately regretted not asking Jin whenever Hoseok had jumped up with cheer as he headed to your room.
“Princess, I’m not mind fucking you. Just trying to return us to the status quo of our relationship,” he said lightly as he finished the filet and worked on his glass of single malt whiskey. “All jokes aside, do you trust me?” he said as he waved down the waiter and summoned the check, ignoring your soft groan of protest at having your meal cut short. Yoongi never really understood your habit of sitting in a restaurant for hours enjoying your meal slowly and drinking the day away.
“As much as I think you’re a dick most of the time… of course I do. You’re the only person I trust,” you said quietly and Yoongi cleared his throat as he tried to choke down the surge of primal joy he felt at hearing it out loud. It had been understood. Hearing it sated the nagging feelings he couldn’t ignore about Jungkook. Even if you wanted the younger man physically, you had said it yourself. In the one category that meant anything to Yoongi, he was the only one there. You had volunteered that detail. He would have accepted a simple yes or no.
He tried to hold it back but his selfishness won out; he needed to hear it again. And again. And again. “You seem pretty content with Jungkook,” he mused, offering the waiter a card that most certainly did not have his name on it.
Your expression pinched into annoyance and you rolled your eyes, waving a hand in dismissal. “You introduced him to me, idiot. You’re his hyung right? Why wouldn’t I trust him?” You snapped at his slightly blatant need of reassurance. “In the end, it’s me trusting you and who you bring around me, isn’t it?”
Yoongi sank back into his seat, unable to keep the smile that revealed even his gums off his face. “How astute of you Princess.”
“Don’t tease,” you complained and swiped your high heel out to find purchase with his shin. He ignored the sting. He knew you could have made him bleed, but he had made progress since you first came back home from the US.
“I’m not teasing!” he protested with a laugh. “Take the bitter with the sweet. I take that mean tongue of yours but I get to look at your pretty face. We all have to pick our poisons.”
He was finally happy with how the meal was going. It had taken until the check came, but shit! This is what he missed. You pointed your fork at him and hissed in annoyance. “You’re teasing. Don’t change the subject: why did you ask me if I trusted you? You’re the one who just said you didn’t like declarations, then you go and ask me for one.”
Sharp as ever.
Yoongi nodded. Fair enough. “I need you to start getting valuables you might want to take, open a safety deposit box. I’ll give you money to pay cash. I’ll go with you to get your things. Jin or I will drive you. That’s it.” Your eyebrows shot up and you waited until the waiter handed the card back to Yoongi, who signed the bill with a flourish with his own pen. Of course.
“That’s it?” You echoed his words, the question heavy in your voice and he sighed in response.
“We gotta head to your actual date Princess, but you need to know that I’m going to rip this organization to shreds. I don’t plan on you marrying that piece of shit. I don’t plan on your father breathing much longer. Things don’t always go according to plan though. I need to know you’ll have things to sell. I’ll set money up for you to go if you need to,” Yoongi admitted, unable to keep the cold and stiff work tone out of his voice and you crossed your arms. He couldn’t help but steel himself for your reaction. He was doing it for you, but you hadn’t asked him to. You had never been someone who just went along with people planning your future. Not without kicking and screaming.
Maybe you would throw the last dregs of your red wine in his face. He had another jacket and spare shirt in the car after all.
--- Y/N’s POV
You felt cold. Time had stopped as Yoongi stared at you. He was planning what?
Jungkook had alluded to Yoongi ‘fixing’ any situation with you. So had Hoseok.
Taking down your father’s organization was an insane task. Your marriage you could understand. All it would take was killing your fiance’. You doubted it would take long for your father to find a replacement for the groom in his plans though.
“You’re a complete idiot, Min Yoongi,” you whispered and reached for your clutch, trying to force the shaking from your hands. “He’s going to kill you.”
The feline smile had overtaken Yoongi’s features, dark eyes crinkling slightly at the edges. “The point is to kill him first, Princess. Keep up.” You clicked your tongue in annoyance as he stood and offered you his hand, which you grasped and stood.
“Just get me through this date with my fiance’, Yoongi,” you said shortly and he chuckled and led you to the door, his large hand splaying on your back.
“I’ll do my best Princess, but my goal is just making sure he keeps his hands off you.” You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help the shiver that ran through you as his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “If he has any taste, it’ll be a hard job. You really do look sinful.”
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You really don’t know if you’ll be able to keep down the olives you have been popping into your mouth at a steady pace. The cocktail lounge was classy and upscale; you hadn’t expected anything less afterall. The pianist in the corner was a bit ostentatious as he seemed to be rotating through some lighter Mozart pieces. The whole establishment made you think of charity balls and debutantes.
You were a crime lord’s daughter.
Your dress was too tight, too revealing for this kind of place. Your date had laughed and pointed out you would need to go shopping for something different before he could formally present you to his partners. His comments made you take a sharp intake of breath and scoff. That was one way to meet your intended spouse you supposed. Then again, most people didn’t broker deals for their betrothed.
The man you had met briefly once before hadn’t stuck in your mind as making a big impression save for his boldness. Now you were realizing it was simple arrogance and entitlement. Ha-Joon’s leering gaze from across the small intimate table had your skin prickling uncomfortably. When you were away from your guards in the states, which was often towards the end of your tenure, men often jumped at the chance to introduce themselves to you. The lawyer sitting with you, after insinuating you were not dressed appropriately or conservative enough, was letting his eyes roam freely over the exposed plane of your chest. At one point he leaned over and dropped his gaze to travel up your legs.
Was he serious? You could practically see the saliva drip from his wet lips as he flicked his tongue out to pass along them methodically. The shiny cherry wood of the table top was nearly reflecting the neon sign flashing one word in his eyes: MINE.
Those were only the start of the problems with your fiance’. The unnecessary confidence with which he had snapped at a waiter as he ordered your dirty martini without even pausing to let you order for yourself or asking what you wanted to drink. You had simply raised your eyebrow. He flashed you what you knew he thought was a winning smile. “When I first met you- you were drinking a dirty martini. I knew you were my kind of gal,” Ha-Joon said as he took a sip of his own drink.
“Gal,” you parroted drly; you felt like your cheeks would soon crack from the tight lipped smile you were forcing.
“I mean, of course. With your looks and your family, I feel like I should be smoking a cigar, wearing pinstripes, calling you gal, have a gun- all that. Pretty romantic right?”
The rage licked up your spine. The violence you had witnessed in your life, and suffered at the hands of your family, and he was classifying it as romantic.
You couldn’t control how your eyes traveled to the bar where Yoongi was leaning on the dark wood, eyes already trained on you intently. Sitting here having to entertain this fool, you were struck by how absolutely gorgeous Yoongi was in comparison. Ha-Joon’s idiotic words rang in your head, and Yoongi seemed to be the opposite. He was much more calculated and controlled with his words. This man was more show boat than substance. Yoongi was well dressed, sharp eyes, simultaneously aware of your suffering; you were sure of it. While Ha-Joon seemed to take everything you said or did as an invitation to proceed with offending you in some way. He painted a very sleazy picture of himself, and he wasn’t even the criminal out of the two men.
Your guard was a blast of arctic air compared to the hot air the lawyer and aspiring district prosecutor was billowing.
Yoongi’s gaze felt heavy as his eyes narrowed and flicked around your face to read your expression, his hyper awareness of you made your stomach flip. You felt yourself falling into the hypnotizing lull Yoongi seemed to settle over you with his stare, only to land on the somehow duplicitous empty smile of J-Hope. He also seemed to be watching you carefully. Hoseok tilted his head to the side as if amused that he caught your attention while you were on this unfortunate date. He quirked his eyebrow and lifted a slim finger up to tap the rim of his nostril inconspicuously before winking at you.
That’s right- you still had the cocaine.
“I’m surprised your father made Yoongi your bodyguard. He’s a bit intense isn’t he?” Ha-Joon cleared his throat and attempted to pull your attention back to him. When you finally did shift your attention back, you wanted to roll your eyes as you noticed his ears had started to deepen. Was he finally realizing how terrible this date was? You hoped so.
“I’m surprised you’re assuming I’m not intense,” you said, trying to dismiss his comment and not let it fester. It had your hackles rising; you didn’t want this trash to level his opinion at Yoongi. You were worried you wouldn’t be able to portray an appropriate level of detachment. That was the last thing either of you needed. If Ha-Joon noticed, he didn’t comment on your dismissal of the subject. He instead took the opportunity to chuckle and lean closer to you over the table. He reached out and stroked a finger down your forearm in what he seemed to perceive as an affectionate way.
“You’re funny and beautiful,” Ha-Joon said, shaking the ice cubes around his glass idly as he attempted to cover your hand with his own. You pulled away as if burned.
“Is that why you’re doing all of this? You think I’m beautiful?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you took a large gulp of your martini. This man was truly unbelievable. You put your empty glass down on the wood with excessive force. The clatter drew a few eyes from the other patrons during the pause betweens songs of the pianist. Ha-Joon opened his mouth to protest, leaning back in his chair. “I’m going to the bathroom,” you interrupted, grabbing your purse and standing quickly. You didn’t wait for his response, or for him to give you permission, which you now didn’t doubt he would view as necessary.
You walked quickly through the lounge and slammed open the door to the sitting room in the bathroom. Luckily it was still early enough to not be overly crowded in the bar. You placed your bag on the marble vanity and fished for the small bag Hoseok had given you earlier. This was a terrible idea. You stared at it intently upon retrieving it from the small side pocket and couldn’t help but shrug to yourself. Could this entire fiasco really get any worse? At least you would loosen up to laugh at his stupid attempts at making a joke. Let things hopefully roll off your back.
You dipped a fingernail into the white powder to lift a small pile under your nose, plugging one side and musing internally if you wanted to be unbothered, you should have smoked weed after dinner instead. But this was the only substance you had other than alcohol, and that definitely wasn’t working fast enough.
You inhaled sharply and repeated the process quickly before you could change your mind. The burn and rivelet of snot immediately started to run making you tilt your head back. You tucked your purse under your arm as you headed into a stall to relieve yourself. You pinched your nostril and rubbed your powder-covered finger on your gum. You forgot how fast the ride of the drug was. Even as you smacked your lips at the bitter taste you could feel your body temperature rising while you walked out to wash your hands.
The walk back to the table turned from a trail of tears to a victory march as you slid easily back into your chair, the waves of pleasure beginning to course through you. “I’m sorry about that Ha-Joon. What were we talking about?” you said quickly, crossing and recrossing your legs twice. Ha-Joon ran a hand through his styled hair as he looked you over.
“It doesn’t matter. I think you had too much to drink- you seem a little off,” he said simply, the smile he wore was a bit tight as he noticed your too bright eyes. You waved your hand dismissively and shrugged simultaneously.
“You really get off on telling people what to do, don’t you?” You laughed and reached out for the drink ordered for you. “You think so highly of yourself for someone who is buying another person to marry.”
The switch in the man in front of you (if you were sober) would have given you whiplash. His hand gripped your wrist tightly before it found the stem of the glassware. “Who do you think you’re talking to like that?” Ha-Joon hissed, managing to keep a neutral expression on his face.
“I think I’m speaking with Ha-Joon? Or do you have that multiple personality thing? I’ll have you know I’m no good with names. Most of the people around my father have a short shelf life if you know what I mean,” you said, emitting a soft whine as you turned your arm in an attempt to free yourself.
Your instincts were the same under the influence, turning to Yoongi, who was already striding over quickly, his face schooled blank. You leaned back, pulling still against his hold, but not making a spectacle. You knew you didn’t need to.
“Listen Y/N. You seem to be under the impression that he is going to always be there to save you. But make no mistake, everything is done. All we need is the official marriage. I get your father’s resources, he gets his check. Then he washes his hands of you,” Ha-Joon hissed, face darkening as his eyebrows lowered and he leaned into the table, jostling the drinks as Yoongi arrived at your shoulder.
“I think the evening should end here.” Yoongi’s cool voice cut in and Ha-Joon’s eyes darted up to him and back down to you.
“Fine. She’s high as shit anyway,” The lawyer growled and released your wrist. You weren’t sure if the pure euphoria was from the cocaine or being rescued from this date from hell.
“I would say nice to meet you.” You stood, smoothing out your dress dramatically and stepping into Yoongi. Your body guard immediately stepped away and you frowned at him reflexively. Your lips immediately pouted out and his jaw clenched. “But it was anything but.”
“Ha-Joon, Hoseok’s replacement will take over from here. He asked me to remind you he has the night off,” Yoongi said simply, inclining his head in farewell. Ha-Joon nodded as he stood and pulled at his jacket lapel before stepping into your space before you could dodge, managing to drop a kiss on your cheek.
“I turned your family and friends into gods, Y/N. I know all the blood that’s on their hands. I helped make them untouchable,” Ha-Joon breathed in your ear, causing you to go stock still. “I can tear them all apart when I get elected, or I can leave them be. Not just your father. All of them. Your little babysitter included.” He finished with a gentle pat on your cheek, stepping away and sticking his hands in his pockets. “Take care of my gal, Yoongi.”
The drug in your system wasn’t enough to stop the world from spinning at the threat. You swallowed dryly and turned, hoping your quick strides to the door didn’t give away how deep Ha-Joon’s threat to Yoongi struck fear into you.
You tripped into the black town car, heart speeding as the drug coursed through your system. You managed to avoid Hoseok's positively unsettling smile, as he held the door open for you. He was thrilled with the chaos he had set into motion in the cocktail lounge. "I knew Duchess could still have fun! Isn't that right Yoongi hyung?" You landed against the soft leather with a huff. Yoongi's silence betrayed his seething at your intoxication. You had been drinking since dinner; Yoongi had accounted and planned for that. He hadn't accounted for Hoseok slipping you cocaine. He had left you under his watch for a total of fifteen minutes- tops.
This had to be a new record. Even for J-Hope.
You closed your eyes against the pressure building against your ears. The cocaine was pure, but the nature of the drug was the same. The highs came on fast, hit intense, and only lasted a short time. You somehow managed to not fall into the siren call of habitual use, but in this moment, you found yourself itching to cut a proper line of the white powder. You wanted to be tucked into a VIP section in New York City, answering to no one.
"Can we just go to the fucking club already? You two chuckle fucks are really ruining this for me!" Your words were louder than you intended, now that they both had taken their seats in the front of the car. Your eyes locked onto Yoongi's profile, watching him carefully as he rubbed his palm hard on the underside of his chin in frustration. Hoseok deftly moved the car through traffic and let his eyes flick back to you routinely.
"Duchess, why don't you just relax? We'll be there soon." Hoseok's murmuring was suddenly deep and smooth enough that you couldn't help it as your eyes slipped closed. "There we go."
You were still wired enough to not fall asleep, but the shadows flickering across your eyelids as you passed the burning lights of the streets and neon signs of the clubs as he neared your destination was comforting. "Look Duchess, here already. See what happens when you do what I tell you to?" Hoseok cooed. Yoongi's head whipped toward J-Hope so fast it was a wonder he didn't have to clutch his neck as a result.
"Don't start this shit." The demand in Yoongi's tone wasn't the plea his words normally indicated. He wasn't pleading with Hoseok- it was a demand that left no room for disobedience. It did nothing but make Hoseok's smile drop on one side. He had found a new game- Yoongi had turned out to be an easier target than he first anticipated.
You opened your eyes, blinking quickly to focus when the lights stopped flashing behind your eyelids. Hoseok had pulled into an alley that led to the back entrance of the club. You tried to behave as much as possible, letting Hoseok open the door for you and waiting for Yoongi to round to your side, taking his offered hand as you climbed out. Your dress hitched higher on your thigh, the fabric bunching at the curve of your hip. You nearly felt the burning gaze of both Yoongi and Hoseok on your legs, the latter letting out a low quiet whistle at the sight of your barely-there panties. "Duuuuchess."
Yoongi's hand shot out upon registering he wasn't the only one staring, not asking your permission before tugging harder than necessary on the garment. " Yoongi what the hell?!" you whined, swatting his hand away, but grabbing his elbow. "Let's just go have fun!"
Yoongi sighed and nodded, shaking his head, following his graceful partner inside the back entrance, nodding briefly at the bouncer at the door wordlessly. You sighed in euphoria as the palpable bass of the thick beat hit your skin, the strobes of lights passing over your body as the heavy hand on your lower back steered you up to the more secluded VIP section, the velvet ropes being lifted for your trio before you reached it.
"Jungkook!" You couldn't stop the words before they spilled out of your mouth, stumbling forward to the man that was turned to the side, his head thrown back in a laugh that was drowned out by the music. You missed his chiseled jaw, his carefree laugh, and easy smile. He wasn't the puzzle that Yoongi always presented you with. Jungkook turned towards you as you nearly fell into his side, arms wrapping around you with ease.
"You're free!" he proclaimed and moved a hand to the top of your head. "It's nice to see you looking like yourself again." Jungkook smirked and brushed a thumb quickly at the side of your bottom lip. "Wanna drink?" You nodded quickly and bounced on the balls of your feet. Jungkook smiled at your eagerness, prominent front teeth on display. Belatedly, you let your gaze travel to Jungkook's left, noting the back of Jimin's orange head. You couldn't help but stare as he leaned down to whisper into an unknown man's ear, noting how luscious his dark thick hair was. It had more volume than Jungkook's. Was this the tech guy Hoseok had alluded to earlier?
Your magnetic pull to Yoongi couldn't be ignored for long as you waited for your drink. You couldn't resist turning to check on Yoongi's whereabouts, but you weren't really prepared for what you saw. Your bodyguard had slid into a plush booth, reclining back, with his legs crossed. The person sitting a few feet apart from him on the velvet, was Namjoon. The handler of your accounts swung his keen dark eyes to meet your gaze briefly, offering no more than a curt nod.
Was Yoongi never willing to relax? He was using this as an excuse to have a meeting away from your father? He never really wanted to have a good time with you then... "Jungkook? Where's my drink?" you huffed and slapped your hand on the table, digging in your purse.
The sound of your skin hitting the metal tabletop had Jimin and the mystery man turning to you. "You look like you've already had a good night." Jimin's words were light as he neared, jabbing a thumb towards the newcomer. "This is Taehyung. Taehyung- Y/N"
"I-I mean I already know who she is." Taehyung's facial expression matched the tone of his words, flat. But he could have just called you every curse known to mankind. Your jaw was hanging open. It really wasn't fair how attractive Taehyung was. It couldn't be possible; he had to be a part of a genetics program. It took you time to regain your composure. You were helped along by taking a long deep drink of whatever Jungkook gave you. "You know who I am?" you parroted in confusion.
"Well, yeah. I do the security and surveillance. I need to know who I'm looking at." His tone didn't shift, but the side of his lips quirked upwards enough for you to smile back and laugh at his dryness. He was right, of course. What kind of security would he be if he didn't at least know your face? He probably knew a lot more than you were comfortable with, but that was a problem for another time. A time when you weren't slamming your drink back.
"Where's Hoseok hyung..." Jungkook hummed, craning his neck around as he easily slid an arm around your shoulders. The heavy warmth felt nice. Jungkook was easy and reassuring in the most basic way you craved. Physical, and unrestrained.
"I'm bringing Duchess more drinks." The bright words cut through the music like a knife and you swung your head towards J-Hope. If you could see yourself now sober, you'd be horrified. You were smiling openly at Hoseok as held out a shot towards you. You didn't question it as you took it from him, throwing it into the back of your mouth and swallowing. "Don't you have the party favors Duchess? Why don't you line it up?" Hoseok suggested, reaching a thin finger out to wrap a strand of hair around his finger.
Highly suggestible, inebriated you thought nothing of lining up the coke on the metal table. Thought nothing of taking the rolled up bill from Hoseok as Jungkook frowned down at you, but said nothing. Jimin only pulled up a plush chair to sit, Taehyung mimicking him to join you. Only J-Hope and Jungkook remained standing. "Did you give her that hyung?" Jungkook nearly hissed at Hoseok, who raised an eyebrow.
"Of course. You think I'd let the Duchess touch street powder? No, only the best..." He laughed lightly, glancing down as you lined the bill up with your nostril, wordlessly reaching down to sweep your hair back for you as you inhaled the full line, dropping the bill and standing up quickly. Fire. Your face was on absolute fire. Or maybe just your nose? You didn't know what feature was what. You did let yourself lean fully onto the tattooed younger man, who couldn't seem to bring himself to do more than support you and flick his eyes back to Yoongi. He almost seemed unsure now, the first time you had seen him be unconfident in his handling of you.
"Don't even start with me Jungkook… why don’t you just get me another drink instead of disapproving?" You couldn't help the hiss, reaching your hand out to swat at his broad back.
"Yeah, Jungkook- Duchess needs another drink. Come here Duchess," Hoseok cooed, and your inhibitions gone, guard lowered, you let yourself shift away from Jungkook into J-Hope's side. You let the smiling man tilt your head up, grinning broadly as he watched your pupils dilate and blow wide. "Duchess… let's wait on your drink, then, don't you want to dance?" he mused, tapping your nose.
You felt your heart began to speed up again, the already warm club becoming unbearably hot quickly. "I'm hot..." you whined as you shifted restlessly, jerking your face away from his hand as you watched Jimin finish off his own line, Taehyung holding up a large hand and shake his head in refusal as he sipped his liquor quietly. Hoseok, on the other hand, did reach down and take a turn passing over the table, keeping his arm slung around your hips as he snorted the cocaine.
The world slightly slowed as Jungkook pushed a cold glass into your hand, and you accepted it but grabbed his hand once it was free, setting your glass down as quickly as it had been delivered. "Come dance with me," you breathed as you tugged him towards the stairs, Jimin trailing curiously.
"Wait, I want to dance with you guys," the orange-haired man laughed, quickly catching up to you and grabbing your other hand as you moved passed the guards and onto the dance floor. You felt the beat of the music in your throat. Immediately swaying to the music and dropping the men's hands, you ducked through the crowd. You swore you heard a laugh from Jimin and an exasperated groan from Jungkook as you did so. You only danced alone for a few moments.
Jimin's smiling face, eyes just as shining and dilated as your own, crinkling as he stepped closer to you. His surprisingly strong grip pressed your hips backwards, rocking your ass back into a solid body. "You're causing all kinds of trouble tonight Y/N… Or should I call you Princess? Or are you Duchess now?" Jungkook's voice was low from behind you. He spoke into your ear as you moved between the two men. Hyper aware of their hands passing over your skin and the fabric of your dress as the music carried you away. "You have Yoongi drinking like a man possessed. Hoseok looking like he wants to ruin you… And me?"
You watched as Jimin's skin began to shine with a sheen of sweat to mirror your own. He seemed to be in his own world as Jungkook muttered almost sinfully in your ear, pulling you back onto him roughly. "You think you can just make me get you drinks like a nobody after the last time I saw you? I know you remember how wet I got your pussy."
You gasped at his words, throwing your head back to rest on his shoulder, eyes closing against the lights which had begun to become a bit too much for your now-sensitive eyes. "Y/N~" Jimin called and you lifted your head, throwing your arm over his shoulder as you stepped forward from Jungkook, ignoring how he tightened his grip wordlessly on your hip.
"Come play with me, I'm fun too." Jimin pouted, the euphoric expression on his face, coupled with the bright lights passing over him made him look positively angelic. It was a disservice to not touch your lips to his. Just to feel them once.
So you did, pressing your lips to Jimin's plump ones immediately, moving lazily against your own. You were both riding the high of the cocaine and alcohol. This was purely for the burst of pleasure the pair of you were milking from each other as your skin prickled with the need for stimulation. You ignored the slow ache as Jungkook's hold on you became painful. You leaned away to gasp for air, groaning in satisfaction. Jimin licked his lips as he panted and rolled his hips into you, letting out a soft moan. You began to lean forward into the mysterious man again, but a tattooed hand caught your face, roughly tilting your head at an angle.
Jungkook took his turn to capture your already wet mouth into a messy kiss, letting the remnants of your smeared lip color paint his lips to match Jimin's.
You let yourself depart reality in favor of the rolling desire pounding through your body. Jungkook eventually moved his lips down to your neck, allowing Jimin to recapture your lips as you pushed your hands into his hair. You could die now and have no regrets. You completely lost touch with time or how many times you jumped between the two men. You felt yourself grow uncomfortably wet, wondering if they would both join you for the night or if Jungkook would force you to choose between them out of the apparent jealousy that ruled him.
That was your plan until a clap reverberated near the cluster of your heads. "Alright kids, I know you're having fun but Yoongi wants to see Duchess now," Hoseok chirped, reaching for your arm to pull you from where you had slotted yourself between Jimin and Jungkook. Jimin did nothing but shrug and clap a hand on Jungkook's shoulder. Jimin had no horse in this race; he only did what felt good and right. Kissing you was fun, but he wasn't bothered that it had stopped. Jungkook on the other hand, was nearing visibly distressed.
"Hyung-" Jungkook protested, eyes heavy with desire as they watched Hoseok move you away and back towards the VIP section
"You know how it goes kid. Yoongi hyung may let her play with you sometimes because she wants to, but at the end of the day… That's all he's going to let it be. Tough break," J-Hope called over his shoulder, shrugging. He didn't sound sorry in the slightest. He sounded absolutely overjoyed at the current situation. That everyone had so easily given into their impulses. Even Yoongi.
J-Hope caught your wrist before you could turn the corner to reach your destination, his arm snaking around you. “You’ve got everyone wrapped around your pretty little finger, don’t you Duchess?” J-Hope cooed in your ear, his grip snug around your waist as he tilted your head up to look at him. “Give you a little bit of coke and you become so pilant you even let me touch you.” J-Hope kissed you then, tongue licking at your insides as if he was trying to devour you. It was intense and controlling and you could feel the malicious intent behind his forceful kiss. It was like a warning, to not drop your guard and be careful around him, lest you end up carved up underneath him. As soon as the kiss started it was done, Hoseok giving a final nip to your lip as he pulled away, shuffling you closer to Yoongi without another word.
You couldn't find it in yourself to be anything but overjoyed in your current state. Maybe it was the cocaine. The prospect of any of these beautiful men excited you, but Yoongi summoning you back to his side when you were technically the one he protected and you summoned him. This change was welcomed, and with the wetness that the other men drew from you, you walked towards the booth he was in with Namjoon before you went to dance. Namjoon seemingly had shifted over towards Taehyung, the two men deep in discussion.
Yoongi let himself break into an easy smile that you reciprocated. He was so beautiful when he smiled. It wasn't that gummy smile that he so rarely gifted you, but it was a smile. Deep in your mind, alarm bells rang. He didn't smile this easily. "Princess, did you have fun tonight? All the fun that you wanted?" His voice didn't match his smile. His words were mocking as you slid in next to him. Blearily you noted the number of empty glasses on the table.
Had he drank all of these himself?
You shrugged and, still embracing the high you were riding, draped your legs over his lap. "I think I did. You had a meeting. I wanted to have fun with you." You pouted, his hand stroked up your shin reflexively. As if his body didn't give him a choice. All those nights tangled up in you, unable to touch you how he wanted to, were coming to a head. Yoongi hummed in acknowledgement.
"It didn't seem like you wanted me Princess. Seems like you wanted anyone but me." Yoongi sighed in feigned disappointment. "You're a silly thing. You can't wait for me to have one conversation before you look for someone else who will pay attention to you?" Again, that mocking tone. Why did it have you tingling in embarrassment? Why did your stomach drop? Why did your core clench so swiftly and tightly you had to shift in discomfort?
"Yoongi… You didn't tell me you were going to have a meeting. We were supposed to have fun." Your words weren't as forceful as you wanted them to be. Were they ever when it came to him? "I even wore these damn shoes for you!" you whined and lifted a foot almost to his eye level. Wrong move.
"Stop it," Yoongi growled and pulled you closer to him, forcing your leg to snap down. "You're a brat. Always have been." The venom of his original command bled into a murmur, a few of his words coming out disconnected from the liquor. He smelled like whiskey and expensive cologne. It was intoxicating, and you were attracted to other men. You couldn't deny that, but this magnetic pull? It only existed with Yoongi.
"What do you want me to say? I want you Yoongi," you breathed, moving your lips over to his jaw, a hand sliding across his chest. This position was subconsciously reminiscent of your sleeping position. You couldn't help drawing your lips along his jawline down to his neck, letting out a soft moan as he slipped a hand up to your face.
Yooni answered your kisses with a deep growl as he pinched your chin between his fingers, forcing your face away from his skin. He angled your head up to him as he studied you intently. His dark eyes shone with an emotion you couldn't place under the strobing of the lights. He tsked at you in feigned disappointment. "You want a lot of things Princess," Yoongi chided. "You always get what you want." His lips ghosted over yours and your heart stuttered. "You want a purse. You want a necklace. I'm more than that to you, aren't I Princess?"
Your mind went blank at his words. He was drunk, you were past the point of sobriety, but you knew he was right.
"I need you Yoongi," you amended breathlessly. Those were the words he seemed to be wanting to hear. His lips crashed onto yours without delay. No more teasing, no more dancing around the issue. He was kissing you passionately, tongue dipping into your mouth as his hands pulled you onto his lap. It was messy, urgent, and everything you imagined it to be. Teeth, tongue, his hands gripping your ass as you rolled your hips on his semi-erect cock.
"Fuck-" Yoongi groaned as you pulled apart, hands urgently going to his belt buckle, his own hips bucking up. He tossed his head back as you nipped at his neck, your tongue passing over a raised scar on the otherwise soft skin. "Princess stop," he forced out begrudgingly, a hand going to stop your fumbling hands. You pulled back in thinly veiled horror.
"Seriously?" you snapped, but swayed as you leaned backwards, his hand coming up to your back to stop you from tumbling off him.
"You're too fucked up. We'll do this when you can remember," Yoongi said, and for the first time in your life you heard his voice audibly shake. "Come on. Let's go home." You felt your body heat with rage or embarrassment; you weren't sure which. Your high was fading, and the nausea was starting to set it. He was making a sound call, but you didn't want to admit that. "Whatever Yoongi… If you didn't want me, you could have just said that."
"Princess, in the morning I'll show you how wrong you are if you still want me to," Yoongi promised, carefully standing and helping you gain your own footing. Your balance was precarious at best. "Hope, get the car… we're leaving," Yoongi barked, wrapping an arm around your waist protectively. You couldn't help but let your head rest on his chest as Hoseok walked by the pair of you, slightly put out that an argument over your escapade with Jungkook and Jimin (and himself) had been averted by Yoongi's drinking and own desire. Yoongi seemed to want you more than he cared about bts arguing. That was something Hoseok hadn't exactly planned on.
"It's right where we left it. You think I let them park it in case we needed to leave fast? Who do you think I am? Jungkook?" Hoseok grumbled as Yoongi supported you on the way out the door.
