Summary: Jungkook would do whatever to keep you safe.
Pairing: boxer!Jungkook X Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut. Mafia!AU / Gang!AU.
Warnings: Violence, Sexual content, sexual assault, attempted r*pe, minimal cussing um yeah that’s about it I think.
A/N: something a little different, I hope you guys like it! i can’t breathe at the bj part oml :’) i really can’t do smut i’m sorry ssqeweq Have a nice day and enjoy the story ;)
*P.S: Italic parts are flashbacks.
“He’s recovered pretty fast, but slower than the last few times. Make sure he takes his medication on schedule. He should be able to get back in the ring in minimum 3 days. That will be all Y/N, please keep him in check. He’s been in here one too many times recently and I fear this could affect his play sooner than later.” The doctor explains as he expresses his concerns.
“Alright, Doctor Ross, Thank You so much.” You say as you send him an apologetic smile. You feel bad because Jungkook hasn’t given the guys a break this past month or so, constantly in and out of the ward.
You give him one last sheepish smile before heading out.
Jungkook had overexerted himself, again. You didn’t get him. Sure, his boxing style has always been a little more aggressive, and you admit terrifying and damaging than your average tough boxer, but he’s been so careless and unthoughtful and out of character.
And it’s because of that the hospital has become a regular for him, not only does he does extreme damage to his opponent, but he also damages himself almost just as much.
Perhaps you were overreacting, but then you were his acting coach/trainer until a new one was found.
Perhaps because you were his girlfriend, you were overreacting but these days, seeing Jungkook turn into a merciless beast in the ring is not something you want to have to anticipate anymore.
When your father passed away, he left the gym to you. Jungkook had been by your side the whole time and he had a special place in your heart.
Even prior to that you had feelings for him and after that and him being by your side 24/7, you were convinced that it was love. And so you asked him out. He agreed and you’ve been together ever since.
When Jungkook had first your gym he was 18, and he had no self control what’s so ever, going ballistic upon the first swing even during practice matches.
The people hated him, his only friends were Namjoon, an og who came back after a long medical leave, and Jimin a newbie. Everyone steered clear away from him and didn’t approach him. They treated him like some monster.
You remember overhearing a conversation between your father and one of the manager when you couldn’t help but storm in.
“We have to let him go Y/N, he has no self control. He could kill someone in the ring Y/N,” he tries to explain as he sighs but you refuse to listen. This wasn’t the first time you defended him and this sure wasn’t the first time he was painted a monster either.
“Dad, if you let him go you’re letting go of A gem! Can’t you see he has potential ? Please just pay attention to him, train him, I don’t know whatever ! Just don’t throw him away like some old rag cloth…” You beg as you heave, your emotions overwhelming even you yourself.
“Y/N, we can’t tame him.“ he says firmly as he gets up to leave.
“Then I will.” You challenge knowing damn well he despises Jungkook. He has noticed that you seemed to take a liking to him, suddenly you enjoyed coming to the gym everyday and helping around. He also noticed that although Jungkook didn’t speak much, his actions showed that he felt the same. And he didn’t want anything like that happening between you two.
“What ?” he says as he snaps his head to you.
“I’ll train him. Wether you like it or not dad,” you state as you look him dead in the eye.
“Y/N I’m not letting you anywhere near that monster !” he shouts and you snap.
“Dad, he’s not a monster!”
Your father looks at you stunned, taken back by your sudden outburst.
“And don’t think I don’t know that you make him work even after the rest are gone. How can you put him through that and then just throw him away?” you say in disgust and your father avoids your gaze as he kneads his temple.
“Y/N,” he begins and you stop him as you turn away and begin to make your to the door.
You almost have a heart attack when you open the door and Jungkook is there, leaning against the wall opposite the door, his face covered by his low hood.
Before you can say anything, he leaves, a look of pain and sadness flashing across his face when he lifts his head a little.
You turn to give your father a glare before stomping out.
You come that night and you’re not surprised when you find Jungkook there, working on a punching bag.
He doesn’t even notice your presence, too absorbed on the work ahead, punching away with rhythm.
“I was just gonna leave,” he says when he finally feels your presence.
“You don’t have to.” You say as you fiddle with your fingers and he stops his motion, fist caught mid air as his eyes widen.
He turns Immediately and faces you, a light blush across his cheeks and nose, sweat trickling down his torso and the sides of his head.
You try not to let your eyes linger too long on his tight abdomen, shaking your head as images flashed through your head and you look at his face.
“Hi,” you say with a sheepish smile.
“Hey,” he says with a smile and you feel yourself blush.
“What are you doing here?” he asks as he turns his back to you again, resuming his practice.
“Um, I’m here to help?” you say kind of unsure of what exactly to do to help with his training, you didn’t know anything about boxing.
“Is it?” he laughs and you blush some more, nodding your head.
“That’s very nice of you, but there’s no need.” He says as he continues delivering blows to the dented bag.
“Why w-“ you begin as you furrow your eyebrows but he cuts you off.
“I don’t think your dad would like the fact that you’re here Y/N,” he says and you feel anger rise up in you.
“I don’t care.” You say firmly and Jungkook stops punching the bag.
“Y/N, I heard the conversation.” He says and you stay there shocked. You did think maybe be heard part of it, but it seems like he might have heard all of it.
“Don’t listen to him,” you plead and Jungkook scoffs as he pushes himself off the damaged bag and walks towards you.
You feel your heart pace pick up as he came to stand in front of you, his usual scent mixed with that of light sweat intoxicating you. You even fail to make eye contact with him, ending up just staring at his chest.
“Y/N, I’m a monster. Why can’t you see that ? And no-one can change that,” he says with a dry laugh as he looked down at you.
“Am I just anyone to you?” you ask when you gain the courage to look into his eyes and he raises his eyebrows as he blinks, taken a back.
“Let me help. I want you to stay. I have hope in you and I believe in you Jungkook,” you say before he answers, afraid of what he would say.
You guys stare into each other’s eyes for awhile, yours getting glossier by the moment as you begin to fear he will decline.
“Okay.” He says and your eyes widen.
“Okay?” you ask in a small voice to make sure you heard right.
“Okay.” He says this time smiling brightly.
You squeal in excitement, jumping to wrap your arms around his neck. Jungkook is surprised at first but his hands automatically wrap around your waist to hold you up as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. He wanted to stay like that forever.
“Okay, let’s go!” you say enthusiastically once you pull away.
Jungkook laughs at you as you go to stand behind the previous punching bag.
Jungkook chuckles as he shakes his head and heads towards you, throwing light punches, making sure not to implement too much force and hurt you.
“So, do you know a thing or two about boxing?” he asks in between punches, keeping his eyes on he bag but meeting yours every now and then.
“Why, o-of course,” you lie and he senses it, letting out a knowing grin.
“My dad’s a boxing coach after all.” You try to defend yourself.
“right,” he says and you squint your eyes, you could tell he doesn’t believe you.
“So what our we doing for tomorrow coach?” he asks teasingly and you roll your eyes.
“the usual, Jungkook, you know.” You say annoyed.
He raises an eyebrow and you sigh.
“I’m going to beat your ass, Jungkook,” you threaten and he looks at you amused.
“You really just might,” he taunts and you scoff.
“Bring your ass here,” you say as you get off the punching bag and stand in front of him as you took slow steps forward while he took ones backwards.
“Catch me if you can,” he challenges and before you can respond he is running.
“Oh god,” you laugh as you begin chasing him.
When you step outside you see Jungkook leaned against the car, hood pulled down very low, his eyes barely in sight.
When he notices you he pushes himself off and gets into the car. You shut your eyes after looking at his bandaged hand and pray to God that you have the strength to deal with whatever is incoming.
The ride is silent. Jungkook avoids your gaze, opting to look out the window instead as you drive.
It’s you who speaks up first when you reach a red light.
“Jungkook what is bothering you?” you ask softly as you want to try to get him to actually tell you.
“Nothing.” He simply says after a moment of silent.
“okay but why have you been acting like this ? It’s not like you.” You ask as you face him but he doesn’t move.
“It’s nothing, don’t sweat on it.” He tries get you to drop it but you don’t.
“You know what,” you laugh dryly. “I’m starting to think maybe being your coach and your girlfriend at the same time isn’t a good idea.” You confess and you really thought about it.
It felt like at times, especially as of recently, Jungkook would keep things from you because 1) you were his coach and he didn’t want to get in trouble or 2) you were his girlfriend and he didn’t want to make you mad or worry. It was always one or the other and it was too much for the both of you.
For the first time since that ride, Jungkook finally turns to face you as he looked taken aback.
“No Y/N. Don’t say that. You know that’s not it.” He says firmly as he searches your eyes. You return your eyes to the road as the lights turn green on the empty street as you silently thank God. You should be mad at him but he looked so damn hot, a distraction from him right about now was just what you needed.
“Then what is it Jungkook?” you ask again but he sighs.
“Babe, please. I’m fine okay?” he tries to reassure, placing a hand on your thigh as you park in front of your apartment.
“Jungkook, i- I don’t know what to say. I’m just so tired.” You admit flustered as you get off the car, trying to get away from Jungkook.
“Y/N,” you hear him call out as you get into the lift and try to regulate your breathing before it closes.
As soon as you get in you take off your jacket and slip off your jeans, grabbing your sleeping shorts from your room and heading to settle on the couch, pretending to sleep.
You hear the door open and you hear Jungkook’s footstep approach you.
He leans down in front of you and tucks a piece of story hair away from your face, his minty warm breathe tickling your face.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He says before he comes closer and places a kiss on your cheek, muttering a goodnight before leaving.
When he leaves you open your eyes and you end up staring at the television’s black screen, tears beginning to form as you held back a sob before silently crying yourself to sleep.
When you wake up, you are in bed. And Jungkook is nowhere to be seen.
You sigh as you recall what happened last night, making your way to get ready to head to the gym. Jungkook might be the golden boxer despite also being the youngest but there were other boxers too.
You quickly throw on a sports bra, Light T shirt and sweatpants, putting your hair into a messy bun before heading out.
When you get there, there is no sign of Jungkook and you’re not really surprised to say the least.
The day goes by and he never shows up ever.
You’re brought out of your thoughts when your phone vibrates on the desk.
You unlock your phone and it reveals a message from your close friend Nella.
Hey Girl hey~ How you doing? – 5.23 pm
Hey love, I’m alright. You ?-5.23 pm
Livid. But! Because were going out tonight I’m suddenly not anymore!- 5.25 pm
You furrow your brows. You were going out today?
Yes omg don’t tell me you forgot – 5.26 pm
Well, I mean I remember now. Soooo… -5.26 pm
Loool girl you better come! -5.28 pm
Of course, see you there. -5.28 pm
See you later girl, wear something cute! - 5.30pm
You place your phone down as you recall. You did make plans to go out with her on a Friday, was it Friday already? The week had gone last so fast.
You retired for the day and head home to change.
You put on a body hugging short sleeved red dress that ended around your mid thigh and some medium length heels. For some reason you were feeling risky so your look was a little more spiced up than usual.
You sent Jungkook a quick text about where you would be, keeping it short to let him know that you were still mad.
When you get to the bar, you find your friend perched on the counter, already flirting with someone.
She immediately ignores them as her eyes land on you and she waves frantically in your direction mouthing ‘here’.
You laugh at her silliness and head to sit next to her.
You guys simply talk about everything, from work to your sex life. She always seemed to be very interested in yours and is slightly bummed out that you don’t have much to tell her since you and Jungkook haven’t really been on good terms.
“Hmmm, it’ll pass. Soon hopefully. Y'all are like soulmates.” She says as she chugs down her drink.
“Really? You think so?” you ask, a blush finding it’s way on your cheek.
“I know so!” beams as she puts her glass down.
You can’t even hide the giddiness you feel as you chuckle.
Nella ends up heading home with some guy, apologising for leaving you alone as she left and even now through text on her way to his place even after you’ve told her it’s okay.
You laugh as you send her a quick message and begin to head out.
You did drink a little so you were opting to take public transport, not that you even came with your car to begin with.
The bus station was a 10 minute walk from the bar and you didn’t want to miss the last bus as it was getting pretty late so you opt to go through the alleyways which would make it quicker.
2 minutes into your walk, it had started to drizzle as you feel a presence behind you. You turn to look over your shoulder but you see no-one.
You dismiss it as part of your imagination but as you feel the person get closer, you pick up your pace.
You scream when a hand is place over your shoulder and the man ahead of you raises his hand in defence.
“Hey, Hey, relax.” He says as he chuckles.
You observe his features as you shivered, bulky and bearded. He seems familiar.
“You dropped this.” He says, handing you your phone.
“Thank You,” you mutter before turning away and walking fast.
“Where are you headed,” he asks as he catches up to you and you mentally curse. Great.
“Why sweet cheeks I’m talking to you,” he says as he roughly grabs your shoulder and forces you to look at him.
“Leave me alone,” you spit as you glares at him.
He scoffs as he leans in, making you back away until your back comes into contact with the wet brick wall.
“or what?” he challenges with a disgusting smirk.
“You know,” He begins as he takes a piece of your hair and sniffs it , making like rise through your throats. “I could undress you and spread your legs, right here. And no-one would know. I’d try to leave you here but you would beg me to take you home for more.“ He continues as he looks into your eyes.
“ and I would take you home for another round, because you’re fucking hot.”
Your face contorts in disgust and you spit in his face. He shuts his eyes and laughs dryly. If it weren’t for the alcohol in your system you would have done a lot more but you could slowly feel your body give away as you stumbled and leaned onto the wall for support as you attempt to get away.
“Where do you think you’re going huh?” he laughs as he grabs your wrist and pulls you back, making you slam into his chest.
“Let go of me!” you shout as you pound his chest.
“stay still will you, you little slut,” he says before he strikes your face, sending you flying into the wall, your head throbbing at the contact.
“Better,” he sighs as he wipes his forehead and approaches you.
He hovers over your limp figure as the rain comes down pouring, taking both your hands into one of his larger ones when you try to push him off of you.
He leans down and begans to plant disgusting wet kisses on your neck as you begin to sob, your tears mixing in with the rain, struggling against his hold.
His stronger legs trap yours as he places one in between you, and the other on your side. The leg in between rises and he knees your private place, making you squirm as you cry for help.
His free hand begins to roams over your body, hiking your dress in the process. You shake frantically to try to get out of his grip as they come to rest on your breast and he aggressively squeezes it.
You shout and scream but it seems like no-one can hear you.
“Please,” you sob one more time and before you knew, the man was sent flying off of you.
Before you can react an arm is wrapped around your waist and you are pulled up as a jacket is put over you.
You look up to see who had just come to rescue you. Jungkook.
But he had his fiery eyes filled with fury on someone else. Before you can even do or say anything he is charging towards the man who laid on the ground helpless, still trying to recover from the kick Jungkook had came to him with.
“Jungkook!” you shout as Jungkook begins to pound into the mans face mercilessly, blood you’re sure isn’t just the thugs but is also Jungkook splattering onto the brick walls.
“Jungkook!” you shout to try to get him to stop but he doesn’t even as the man stays motionless. He was going to kill him.
He grabbed the man by the collar and hoisted him, slamming him against the wall and resuming his blows.
This time he delivers knee kicks straight to the man’s gut as he groaned in pained and doubled over. You need to stop him.
You gather enough strength to throw yourself onto his back, attempting to pull him back but it was pointless, he didn’t budge an inch.
“Jungkook please stop,” you sob as you wrap an arm around his waist and that seemed to bring his human side back to him as his fist halted mid air and he turned to you.
“Y/N,” he says as he grabs your cheeks in between his bloody hands and kisses your forehead.
“Are you okay?” he asks as he searches for any type of bruise on you and you smile at him.
“I’m fine Jungkook,” you reassure and he sighs in relief.
He turns and your eyes widen, thinking he was going to resume breaking the man. But he doesn’t.
“If I ever see you near my girl ever again, I’ll fucking kill you. Send the memo on to the rest of your friends.” He threatens and you feel a chill run down your spine. You want to believe he didn’t mean that but you know he did.
“Lets go Jungkook,” you say as you try to pull him away by his wrist, careful to not touch his already busted hand.
Jungkook gives the terrified man one last look before walking away with you in his arms.
When you get home you slip out of your ruined dress and threw it into the dustbin, putting on Jungkook’s white shirt.
You head into the toilet to find a shirtless Jungkook sat over the closed toilet bowl struggling to tie the bandage around with hand, the other one being damaged too.
You watch him for awhile, deciding to take over when he grunts in pain and frustration as he can’t seem to get it right.
You set yourself in front of him, taking his hand in yours as he looks at you surprised.
You dismiss it although you felt slightly offended, did he think you were some heartless wrench ?
You slowly carefully wrap the bandage around his right hand first as he kept his eyes on you.
When you are done with his right hand you place it on his lap as you take his left one and begin to wrap that too.
When you are done you exhale deeply and get up to keep the first aid kit. All the while, his eyes strained on you.
You stretch to place it above the cupboard, your torso slightly leaning into Jungkook’s face.
After you’ve placed it in the cabinet you stand back on your feet, Jungkook places his large hands on your hips you hold you in place.
He looks up at you with guilt and fault written all over his face and you soften up to him. He looks like a little child who is about to be scolded.
“Are you mad at me still? Even more than before?” he asks as he looks into your eyes desperately waiting for an answer.
You place a hand on his shoulder, the other coming to rest on his cheek as you caress it with your thumb and you smile at him.
“No.” You tell him and you feel his shoulder heave down as he sighs in relief. He pulls your into a hug, nuzzling his face right below your breasts as his arms wrap around your waist to pull you in.
You play with his dark locks before he lifts you up slightly, making you straddle his lap as he placed his hands on your hips.
You stare at each other for awhile, his eyes moving back and forward between your lips and your eyes.
You’re the first to lean and capture his lips into a heated make out session.
His grip tighten around your hips and you pull away, Jungkook trying to capture your lips in his again . You laugh at him and place your hand on his chest as you lean back to stop him.
“You’re going to need to take it slow, those bandages could come off,” you warn playfully and Jungkook nods impatiently.
He pulls you in again and you smile against his lips.
He abruptly gets up and lifts you, heading to the bed.
He gently places you there, coming to hover over you and reconnect your lips.
Your hands trail down his abdomen, tracing the scars that decorated his skin as one of his cups your face and the other supports him above you.
when your hands began to fiddle with his belt e abruptly stops kissing and pulls away, making you whimper at the loss of contact.
You furrow your brows at him and he smirks, getting off of you and settling beside you.
“Not today, it’s been a rough night don’t you think?” he tries to convince you and you nod.
“Come here,” he says tapping the spot closer to him and you scoot over, your back against his chest as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer.
“I can’t sleep like this,” you suddenly blurt out.
“Why not?” Jungkook asks as he peers to look at you confused.
“Well, your third arm is poking into my ass for starters,” you say as you motion underneath the sheets.
“Oh,” is all Jungkook says as a heavy blush spreads across his cheeks.
“Oh,” you mimic as you turned back to face your back towards him as you stiffled a laughter.
You hear shuffling as Jungkook gets off the bed.
“Where are you going?” you ask as you perch yourself on your elbows.
“Toilet.” He says as he walk into the bathroom.
“Have fun, Good luck!” you call out and you can almost see him rolling his eyes through the walls.
You can’t help the hearty laughter that escapes your lips once he is gone.
By the time he comes back and resumes his position behind you, you are partly asleep.
But when he starts grinding into you in his sleep and his member starts growing by the second you are wide awake and alert.
Somewhere along the way his hand had slid up into your shirt while his other hand rest near your core.
His ragged breathing tickled your neck and you felt the hairs on your body stand straight.
You can’t help but moan and arch into his crotch when his fingers begin playing with your nipples, rolling the hardened nub between his thumb and index, tugging on it lightly.
He muttered a low throaty deep ‘fuck’ and you felt like you were about to loose your mind.
You manage to slip of his strong grip and settle onto a different position where you were spooning him, or at least attempting to and you slept like a baby, but of course your dreams weren’t as innocent.
You wake up to the smell of pancakes and eggs.
You stretch yourself as you get off the bed and walk pass the living room, straight into the kitchen.
You are greeted by the site of Jungkook’s muscular back contacting and relaxing as he flipped some last few pancakes.
You lean against the door frame as a smile stretches across your lips.
“Oh? Y/N, you’re awake, Good Morning.” he smiles as he turns when he notices your presence.
“I’m almost done,” he announces and you walk over to him and stand on your tip toes to peck his cheek, muttering low ‘good morning’ settling onto the dining table as he prepared the table.
You guys continue to munch on your breakfast making small talk.
“So about your schedule, you’re injured so were going to push it back to-” you begin but Jungkook places a hand over yours taking you off guard.
“Y/N can we not talk about work today? Let’s just … be the couple Y/N and Jungkook for today, please?” he asks you and you smile as you nod.
“Of course, it’s a weekend right?” you note and Jungkook nods enthusiastically.
“Well, what do you want to do ?” you ask as you clear the table and place the empty played in the sink.
“Hmmm I haven’t thought about you much. What about you?” he asks as he leans against the island opposite you.
A cheeky smirk plants itself on your lips as you turn around.
“For starters I’m guessing I could help you.” You say as you approach him.
“Do your hands still hurt a lot?” you ask as you take his bandaged hand into yours.
“Yeah, quite. Why?” he asks as he eyes you suspiciously.
“Hmmm, you know i know you couldn’t do shit to relief yourself last night right ?” you smirk and his eyes widen before a smirk decorates his face too.
“Oh Yeah? What makes you think that?” he asks as he steps forward, your chests flush against each other as he continues walking forward, making you take steps back.
“Well, you couldn’t seem to keep your hands or your little big friend to yourself last night.” You challengingly state.
“looks like you’ve caught me.” He says as he raises his hand in defense “so what are you going to do about it, huh, Y/N?” he says as He bites his lip, his eyes turning black as he looks down into your eyes and you want to get down on your knees right then and there.
“so, because I felt bad for and I don’t like to see you suffer, I’m going to help you.” You smile as you slide your fingers down his chest and abdomen, coming to rest on the waist band of his sweatpants that hung dangerously low around his hips, his morning wood prominent and very present beneath them. The sight of the little cross tattoo you’ve always been curious on his hip bone making the pit of your stomach heat up.
“How are you going to do that?” he asks, his voice low and throaty as your back comes into contact with the wall and you flinch.
“With my hands baby,” you say as you play with the hem of his sweatpants while either of his hand rest on the side of your head.
“What are you waiting for, baby girl?” he smirks and that’s all it take for you to immediately get on your knees and free his throbbing angry cock.
“Fuck, Y/N" he mutters when you grab a hold of it and start stroking it while you looked into his eyes.
You licked the tip as precum began to trickle out of it, Jungkook’s hand coming to grip your hair.
After a few licks, you take his whole cock into your mouth and begin to bob your head up and down.
“You’re so good baby girl,” Jungkook moans as he shuts his eyes and bucks his hip into your mouth.
You choke on his cock and the vibration causes him to mutter a curse again.
“You take me in so Well, fuck, you look so pretty like this,” he praises as he looks down at you.
“Let me fuck your mouth,” he says and you nod as much as you could and he begins slamming into your throat, and the vibration of your gag reflex is more than enough to bring his high .
“Fuck I’m close,” he says as he picks up his pace and he quickly pulls out as his high peaks, spilling his seeds on your chest. The thick liquid material making his light thin shirt you wore see through, your breast with your hard nipples on display for himself as bat your lashes at him and lick your bottom lip.
He feels himself get hard again and he smirks.
“I know what we’re gonna do today,” he says and you smirk at him back.
You spend the entire weekend cuddling, fucking, watching Netflix and fucking.
You don’t even leave the house, except one time to pickup groceries and that’s it. And it doesn’t even feel like a weekend has been wasted by staying in.
Although Jungkook had begged you to not speak about work, you were still his coach. You had told him about his match that was pushed to Tuesday and he nodded before pulling you into a kiss and fucking you senseless again.
You were worried you might not be able to go to the gym because you really couldn’t feel your legs. Jungkook even insisted that you stay at home but you told him you just had to check in for a bit and you’d be back home asap. He agrees but insisted that he drive.
When you arrived at the gym, you were immediately alerted when you noticed the door wasn’t locked.
Jungkook came forward and had you stand behind him when you told him, slowly creeping in to turn on the lights and you gasped at the sight in front of you.
The whole place was trashed and turned upside down.
The ring was ripped in the centre, all the ropes around in cut, the punching bags were ripped open, sand poured all across the room. The windows had been broken, glass guards splayed across the room. Your grip on Jungkook’s shoulder tightened as you felt your breathing get difficult.
“What the hell is going on?” you ask to no-one in particular but, Jungkook? He knows exactly what is going on.
So that’s it for the first part ! Things are about to get a little more dramatic in a while ;)
