Summary: when your best friend and notorious semi-fuck boy, Jungkook, begs you to fake date him to help you win a bet, you can’t say no. But what happens when you start to get feelings and what will happen when you have to inevitably break up. Will you guys find love together or is everything just fake?
Status: completed
a/n: this is my first series (eek) I hope you guys enjoy it! I have so much love for these character and their chaotic behaviour xxx Hunter
Can we read alone but I suggest reading the game before as it’s the same universe/storyline
a/n: I’m back (kinda). I only have one week left of this trimester so I’m hoping to finally get back to writing/creating in my holidays. So hopefully I’ll be a bit more active. My love for mafia bts never dwindles though so here’s some more mafia tae. I hope y’all enjoy, and as always thank you for reading xxx Hunter
“Fuck!” You yelled, grabbing your throbbing foot as you glared at the metal door to the cell you’d just kicked.
“And what was your plan there?” You turned to glare at Taehyung, a frown on his face as he put pressure on his blonde friend’s leg.
“Shut up.” You snapped turning back to the door. You sighed. Things, to say the least, were not going according to plan.
It should have been easy. You just needed to sneak in and steal some files. In and out, no problem. Until dumb and dumber had shown up, with the same mission. The distraction of hushed arguing had resulted in their discovery. And one gunshot later, Taehyung’s friend was nursing a bullet wound to his leg, and the three of you were locked in this small cell.
You paced up and down the cell angrily, hands clenched at your sides. This was all Taehyung’s fault. If he hadn’t gotten in the way. Ugh. You groaned, looking across at the two boys.
“We need to get out of here.” You said. Tae rolled his eyes.
“No shit.”
“Not for the obvious reason,” you growled, “but because your friend doesn’t look like he’s doing too good.” Tae’s head whipped up, eyes searching his friends face. The pale man grimaced, sucking in heavy breaths.
“Jimin.” He rasped. You smirked.
“Well at least you still remember your name.”
“Jimin.” Taehyung said, concern lacing his voice.
“I’m fine,” Jimin breathed, “I just, need some water.” Taehyung looked around the room, panic flashing in his eyes as his search came up empty.
You whipped back round to the door, banging loudly on it with a closed fist.
“Hello!” You roared, “we need some help. You shot one of us and they’re fucking dying!” You yelled, ignoring Tae’s inhale of breath at your harsh words.
You heard shuffling outside and backed away from the metal door; just in time as it went swinging inwards where you had just been standing.
“What do we have here?” A man sneered, he stood tall with two guards on either side of him, his left eye mutilated, a scar running through it. You shivered taking a step back and towards Taehyung. “Bangtan and their bitch.” He laughed. Taehyung growled at his words as you scoffed. As if you were being associated with Bangtan now. You heard shifting behind you, and suddenly Taehyung was standing at your side, glaring at the man in front of you.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” the man started, taking a step closer to the three of you, “you’re going to pick.” he pointed at each of you, before pulling out a gun. Taehyung gaped at him, eyes not leaving the gun. You didn’t move, eyes scanning the three men before you, the empty corridor behind them. You could make it, but not with Jimin, not when he was injured so badly, especially not with Tae distracted by his friend’s injury.
You took a deep breath.
And took a step forward.
Taehyung shouted in protest and you could hear Jimin’s cries joining in, but all you could focus on was the smile that broke out on the man’s face as his eyes swept up and down your figure.
“Delightful.” He sneered.
“Let them go.” Your voice was strong, void of the fear you were feeling. The man tilted his head at your words, contemplating.
“Don’t do this.” Tae begged but you refused to look back at him.
“Let them leave and you can do what you want with me.” Jimin gasped. You turned to looked at him, the pain in Jimin’s eyes as he looked at you with a mixture of shock and awe. You looked at Tae who was almost shaking as he stared at you, fists clenched as though to stop himself pulling you to his side. You pleaded with him to leave, your eyes begging him to trust you, just this once. He shook his head at your silent pleas, you just smiled in reply, winking before turning back to the scarred man.
“Do we have a deal?” You asked. He looked at you carefully, eyes flicking between you and Tae. He smirked as if seeing something you didn’t.
“Deal.”
Within seconds hands we’re grabbing you and pulling you away from Taehyung. He yelled out stepping towards you, freezing at the sound of a gun cocking.
“Now, now. Respect her decision.” The man smirked, gun pointed at Tae. Taehyung raised his hands in surrender, taking a step back, eyes flicking to your trapped figure. You didn’t look at him, eyes never leaving the scarred man’s face, anger simmering beneath the surface.
The man gestured to the door with the gun, looking bored.
“Well you’re free to go.” Tae stared at him. “Now.” On his command Taehyung scrambled to Jimin, who wrapped his arm around Tae’s shoulders, leaning on him for support. The two of them made their way out of the room, Taehyung desperately trying to catch your eye line but you refused to meet his stare.
The door slammed shut behind them and Tae was moving. Racing through the halls with Jimin at his side. If he just got Jimin to safety then he could get back to you. He didn’t know why you’d done it, whether a selfless act or an act of stupidity, but he wouldn’t let your sacrifice go to waste.
The two boys froze as alarms sounded, lights flashing red in their corridor; Tae’s head swivelled as he looked up and down the hallway, trying to see what was causing the blaring siren.
“We need to keep going.” Jimin gasped. Tae looked down at his friend, frowning at his pale face and steadily bluing lips. He nodded, hoisting Jimin so more of his weight was on him. They continued down the hallway eyes sweeping back and forth. Hearing footsteps up ahead Tae’s eyes widened in panic only to freeze as he beheld the sight in front of him.
Jungkook, Yoongi and Hobi stared back at him, eyes wide as they took in their injured brother.
“What-“ Yoongi started, only to be interrupted as Tae thrust Jimin into his arms and turned back the way he came. Sprinting down the corridor to the sounds of his members alarm.
He had to get back to you.
He could hear someone following him, probably Jungkook. At least he would have backup. He had to get to you before- before they- You had to be okay.
He rounded the last corner eyes widening as he took in the image before him.
You were standing there, blood running down your cheek from a gash in your head, breathing heavily as you stared up at Tae. Surrounding you were about eight men who you had evidently single-handedly taken down. Your eyes widened as you looked at Tae.
“Where’s-“ you started before Jungkook rounded the corner, answering your question for you. You breathed a shaky sigh of relief.
“Holy shit.” Jungkook gasped, gaping at the scene in front of him.
“You’re okay.” Taehyung breathed, taking a small step towards you. You sent him a small smile. You were okay.
His eyes widened as your knees gave out, rushing forward to grab you before you couldn’t slam into the hard ground.
“I’ve got you.” He breathed, arms securely wrapping around you. You let out a soft laugh, looking up at him, his eyes searching your face for signs that you weren’t okay.
“Were you worried?” You asked, eyes shinning with playfulness.
“About you?” He whispered, “never.” You smiled, before pulling yourself out of his hands, though you didn’t get far. Tae didn’t give you a choice as he placed your arm around his shoulder, forcing you to lean on him for support.
“Promise me you won’t do that again.” He said, frown on his lips.
“What save your life or Jimin’s?” You asked, trying to smile but struggling as exhaustion pulled at you.
“Sacrifice yourself.” You looked at him, his eyes shinning as he stared down at you. You opened your mouth to reply but no words came out.
“Uh, hi?” You pulled your eyes away from Tae’s to find Jungkook who stood at the end of the corridor sheepishly watching you. “I’m Jungkook.” He stuttered, eyes wide with awe.
“Hey Jungkook.” You breathed.
“We, uh, we should probably go.” He said, head turning back to scan the corridor behind him. You nodded looking up at Tae but he didn’t meet your eyes. You frowned, turning back to the retreating Jungkook as you and Tae followed him.
“Are you going to just stand there all night?” His voice was quiet as it reached across the space of the Bangtan rooftop to where you were hidden in the shadows.
“I don’t know, are you still acting weird?” You asked.
It had been a week since your joint capture and you and Taehyung had barely spoken. Not so absurd as the two of you only occasionally bumped into each other, but the usual back and forth, and teasing jabs were now absent. Taehyung sighed, hands running through his hair. You moved closer to his seated figure hiding your hands behind your back as you twisted your ring, the only sign of how nervous you were feeling.
He looked up at you before patting the space next to him. You heaved a sigh of relief as you sat down, legs dangling over the edge of the building.
“This would be the perfect time to kill me.” You mused when he didn’t say anything. He forced a smiled but there was no laughter. You frowned.
“Are you mad at me?” You asked. He sighed but didn’t answer. You scoffed standing abruptly, and turning to go. He looked up, eyes wide as he rushed to his feet.
“You know,” you yelled, spinning to face him, “I was protecting you. You can’t be mad at me for making the right call. Jimin would have died, Taehyung, died. So you don’t get the right to be mad at me for looking out for you and your family.” Your finger shook as you pointed it at him, eyes shinning.
“Of course I can be mad. You thought you weren’t important - that jimin was the only thing that mattered. But he’s not the only thing I care about-“ he stuttered but you cut him off.
“I made the smartest decision, you can’t be mad at m-“
“Of course I can!” He yelled. You took a step back, shocked as his cool persona slipped away, “fuck y/n. I- you think you’re indestructible but you’re not. What if- what if something had happened-“ he trailed off, eyes shinning as he looked away from you. You stared at him unable to form a response. He took a deep breath.
“I, I care about you. You can’t say that Jimin is the only one in that room I cared about because that’s not true.” You stared at him breath caught in your throat, hands shaking. “I thought you were going to die and I would have to live knowing that you had sacrificed yourself for me, and that you’d never know how I feel about you.”
“And how do you feel?” You asked softly. He looked at you, eyes shinning.
“I think you’re fucking crazy.” You laughed, “and a pain in my arse, and psychotic, and-“
“Okay.” You giggled interrupting him. He smiled fondly at you.
“But I can’t stop thinking about you, just hoping that you’ll somehow be involved in my missions so I’ll get to see you, to speak to you. I couldn’t breathe when you gave yourself up, and when I saw you again I just wanted to-“ he stopped himself.
“Wanted to what?“ you asked.
“Ah fuck it.” Your brows wrinkled in confusion at his words only for your eyes to widen as he took two steps to close the distance between you. His arm snaking around your waist to pull your flush against him as he leant down and brushed his lips against yours.
Your heart soared in your chest at his touch, your hands gripping his shirt tightly as his lips moved against yours.
You pulled back, breathing heavily as you looked up at him through your lashes, cheeks heating.
He smiled shyly at you, hand coming up to move a fallen strand of your hair behind your ear, fingers running along your jaw to cup your chin, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip.
“To do that.” He said softly. You smiled brightly at his words, leaning forward to press your lips to his again. He laughed into the kiss, the hand that had been on your chin moving to thread through your hair as his other gripped your waist, thumb brushing against the soft fabric of your shirt.
He pulled back your heavy breaths moving in time with each other.
“So you think I’m crazy?” You asked, brow raised. He burst into laughter, boxy smile shinning bright. You couldn’t help but join in, the sounds of your laugh harmonising through the cool night air.
Can we read alone but I suggest reading the game before as it’s the same universe/storyline
a/n: I’m back (kinda). I only have one week left of this trimester so I’m hoping to finally get back to writing/creating in my holidays. So hopefully I’ll be a bit more active. My love for mafia bts never dwindles though so here’s some more mafia tae. I hope y’all enjoy, and as always thank you for reading xxx Hunter
“Fuck!” You yelled, grabbing your throbbing foot as you glared at the metal door to the cell you’d just kicked.
“And what was your plan there?” You turned to glare at Taehyung, a frown on his face as he put pressure on his blonde friend’s leg.
“Shut up.” You snapped turning back to the door. You sighed. Things, to say the least, were not going according to plan.
It should have been easy. You just needed to sneak in and steal some files. In and out, no problem. Until dumb and dumber had shown up, with the same mission. The distraction of hushed arguing had resulted in their discovery. And one gunshot later, Taehyung’s friend was nursing a bullet wound to his leg, and the three of you were locked in this small cell.
You paced up and down the cell angrily, hands clenched at your sides. This was all Taehyung’s fault. If he hadn’t gotten in the way. Ugh. You groaned, looking across at the two boys.
“We need to get out of here.” You said. Tae rolled his eyes.
“No shit.”
“Not for the obvious reason,” you growled, “but because your friend doesn’t look like he’s doing too good.” Tae’s head whipped up, eyes searching his friends face. The pale man grimaced, sucking in heavy breaths.
“Jimin.” He rasped. You smirked.
“Well at least you still remember your name.”
“Jimin.” Taehyung said, concern lacing his voice.
“I’m fine,” Jimin breathed, “I just, need some water.” Taehyung looked around the room, panic flashing in his eyes as his search came up empty.
You whipped back round to the door, banging loudly on it with a closed fist.
“Hello!” You roared, “we need some help. You shot one of us and they’re fucking dying!” You yelled, ignoring Tae’s inhale of breath at your harsh words.
You heard shuffling outside and backed away from the metal door; just in time as it went swinging inwards where you had just been standing.
“What do we have here?” A man sneered, he stood tall with two guards on either side of him, his left eye mutilated, a scar running through it. You shivered taking a step back and towards Taehyung. “Bangtan and their bitch.” He laughed. Taehyung growled at his words as you scoffed. As if you were being associated with Bangtan now. You heard shifting behind you, and suddenly Taehyung was standing at your side, glaring at the man in front of you.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” the man started, taking a step closer to the three of you, “you’re going to pick.” he pointed at each of you, before pulling out a gun. Taehyung gaped at him, eyes not leaving the gun. You didn’t move, eyes scanning the three men before you, the empty corridor behind them. You could make it, but not with Jimin, not when he was injured so badly, especially not with Tae distracted by his friend’s injury.
You took a deep breath.
And took a step forward.
Taehyung shouted in protest and you could hear Jimin’s cries joining in, but all you could focus on was the smile that broke out on the man’s face as his eyes swept up and down your figure.
“Delightful.” He sneered.
“Let them go.” Your voice was strong, void of the fear you were feeling. The man tilted his head at your words, contemplating.
“Don’t do this.” Tae begged but you refused to look back at him.
“Let them leave and you can do what you want with me.” Jimin gasped. You turned to looked at him, the pain in Jimin’s eyes as he looked at you with a mixture of shock and awe. You looked at Tae who was almost shaking as he stared at you, fists clenched as though to stop himself pulling you to his side. You pleaded with him to leave, your eyes begging him to trust you, just this once. He shook his head at your silent pleas, you just smiled in reply, winking before turning back to the scarred man.
“Do we have a deal?” You asked. He looked at you carefully, eyes flicking between you and Tae. He smirked as if seeing something you didn’t.
“Deal.”
Within seconds hands we’re grabbing you and pulling you away from Taehyung. He yelled out stepping towards you, freezing at the sound of a gun cocking.
“Now, now. Respect her decision.” The man smirked, gun pointed at Tae. Taehyung raised his hands in surrender, taking a step back, eyes flicking to your trapped figure. You didn’t look at him, eyes never leaving the scarred man’s face, anger simmering beneath the surface.
The man gestured to the door with the gun, looking bored.
“Well you’re free to go.” Tae stared at him. “Now.” On his command Taehyung scrambled to Jimin, who wrapped his arm around Tae’s shoulders, leaning on him for support. The two of them made their way out of the room, Taehyung desperately trying to catch your eye line but you refused to meet his stare.
The door slammed shut behind them and Tae was moving. Racing through the halls with Jimin at his side. If he just got Jimin to safety then he could get back to you. He didn’t know why you’d done it, whether a selfless act or an act of stupidity, but he wouldn’t let your sacrifice go to waste.
The two boys froze as alarms sounded, lights flashing red in their corridor; Tae’s head swivelled as he looked up and down the hallway, trying to see what was causing the blaring siren.
“We need to keep going.” Jimin gasped. Tae looked down at his friend, frowning at his pale face and steadily bluing lips. He nodded, hoisting Jimin so more of his weight was on him. They continued down the hallway eyes sweeping back and forth. Hearing footsteps up ahead Tae’s eyes widened in panic only to freeze as he beheld the sight in front of him.
Jungkook, Yoongi and Hobi stared back at him, eyes wide as they took in their injured brother.
“What-“ Yoongi started, only to be interrupted as Tae thrust Jimin into his arms and turned back the way he came. Sprinting down the corridor to the sounds of his members alarm.
He had to get back to you.
He could hear someone following him, probably Jungkook. At least he would have backup. He had to get to you before- before they- You had to be okay.
He rounded the last corner eyes widening as he took in the image before him.
You were standing there, blood running down your cheek from a gash in your head, breathing heavily as you stared up at Tae. Surrounding you were about eight men who you had evidently single-handedly taken down. Your eyes widened as you looked at Tae.
“Where’s-“ you started before Jungkook rounded the corner, answering your question for you. You breathed a shaky sigh of relief.
“Holy shit.” Jungkook gasped, gaping at the scene in front of him.
“You’re okay.” Taehyung breathed, taking a small step towards you. You sent him a small smile. You were okay.
His eyes widened as your knees gave out, rushing forward to grab you before you couldn’t slam into the hard ground.
“I’ve got you.” He breathed, arms securely wrapping around you. You let out a soft laugh, looking up at him, his eyes searching your face for signs that you weren’t okay.
“Were you worried?” You asked, eyes shinning with playfulness.
“About you?” He whispered, “never.” You smiled, before pulling yourself out of his hands, though you didn’t get far. Tae didn’t give you a choice as he placed your arm around his shoulder, forcing you to lean on him for support.
“Promise me you won’t do that again.” He said, frown on his lips.
“What save your life or Jimin’s?” You asked, trying to smile but struggling as exhaustion pulled at you.
“Sacrifice yourself.” You looked at him, his eyes shinning as he stared down at you. You opened your mouth to reply but no words came out.
“Uh, hi?” You pulled your eyes away from Tae’s to find Jungkook who stood at the end of the corridor sheepishly watching you. “I’m Jungkook.” He stuttered, eyes wide with awe.
“Hey Jungkook.” You breathed.
“We, uh, we should probably go.” He said, head turning back to scan the corridor behind him. You nodded looking up at Tae but he didn’t meet your eyes. You frowned, turning back to the retreating Jungkook as you and Tae followed him.
“Are you going to just stand there all night?” His voice was quiet as it reached across the space of the Bangtan rooftop to where you were hidden in the shadows.
“I don’t know, are you still acting weird?” You asked.
It had been a week since your joint capture and you and Taehyung had barely spoken. Not so absurd as the two of you only occasionally bumped into each other, but the usual back and forth, and teasing jabs were now absent. Taehyung sighed, hands running through his hair. You moved closer to his seated figure hiding your hands behind your back as you twisted your ring, the only sign of how nervous you were feeling.
He looked up at you before patting the space next to him. You heaved a sigh of relief as you sat down, legs dangling over the edge of the building.
“This would be the perfect time to kill me.” You mused when he didn’t say anything. He forced a smiled but there was no laughter. You frowned.
“Are you mad at me?” You asked. He sighed but didn’t answer. You scoffed standing abruptly, and turning to go. He looked up, eyes wide as he rushed to his feet.
“You know,” you yelled, spinning to face him, “I was protecting you. You can’t be mad at me for making the right call. Jimin would have died, Taehyung, died. So you don’t get the right to be mad at me for looking out for you and your family.” Your finger shook as you pointed it at him, eyes shinning.
“Of course I can be mad. You thought you weren’t important - that jimin was the only thing that mattered. But he’s not the only thing I care about-“ he stuttered but you cut him off.
“I made the smartest decision, you can’t be mad at m-“
“Of course I can!” He yelled. You took a step back, shocked as his cool persona slipped away, “fuck y/n. I- you think you’re indestructible but you’re not. What if- what if something had happened-“ he trailed off, eyes shinning as he looked away from you. You stared at him unable to form a response. He took a deep breath.
“I, I care about you. You can’t say that Jimin is the only one in that room I cared about because that’s not true.” You stared at him breath caught in your throat, hands shaking. “I thought you were going to die and I would have to live knowing that you had sacrificed yourself for me, and that you’d never know how I feel about you.”
“And how do you feel?” You asked softly. He looked at you, eyes shinning.
“I think you’re fucking crazy.” You laughed, “and a pain in my arse, and psychotic, and-“
“Okay.” You giggled interrupting him. He smiled fondly at you.
“But I can’t stop thinking about you, just hoping that you’ll somehow be involved in my missions so I’ll get to see you, to speak to you. I couldn’t breathe when you gave yourself up, and when I saw you again I just wanted to-“ he stopped himself.
“Wanted to what?“ you asked.
“Ah fuck it.” Your brows wrinkled in confusion at his words only for your eyes to widen as he took two steps to close the distance between you. His arm snaking around your waist to pull your flush against him as he leant down and brushed his lips against yours.
Your heart soared in your chest at his touch, your hands gripping his shirt tightly as his lips moved against yours.
You pulled back, breathing heavily as you looked up at him through your lashes, cheeks heating.
He smiled shyly at you, hand coming up to move a fallen strand of your hair behind your ear, fingers running along your jaw to cup your chin, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip.
“To do that.” He said softly. You smiled brightly at his words, leaning forward to press your lips to his again. He laughed into the kiss, the hand that had been on your chin moving to thread through your hair as his other gripped your waist, thumb brushing against the soft fabric of your shirt.
He pulled back your heavy breaths moving in time with each other.
“So you think I’m crazy?” You asked, brow raised. He burst into laughter, boxy smile shinning bright. You couldn’t help but join in, the sounds of your laugh harmonising through the cool night air.
Can we read alone but I suggest reading the game before as it’s the same universe/storyline
a/n: I’m back (kinda). I only have one week left of this trimester so I’m hoping to finally get back to writing/creating in my holidays. So hopefully I’ll be a bit more active. My love for mafia bts never dwindles though so here’s some more mafia tae. I hope y’all enjoy, and as always thank you for reading xxx Hunter
“Fuck!” You yelled, grabbing your throbbing foot as you glared at the metal door to the cell you’d just kicked.
“And what was your plan there?” You turned to glare at Taehyung, a frown on his face as he put pressure on his blonde friend’s leg.
“Shut up.” You snapped turning back to the door. You sighed. Things, to say the least, were not going according to plan.
It should have been easy. You just needed to sneak in and steal some files. In and out, no problem. Until dumb and dumber had shown up, with the same mission. The distraction of hushed arguing had resulted in their discovery. And one gunshot later, Taehyung’s friend was nursing a bullet wound to his leg, and the three of you were locked in this small cell.
You paced up and down the cell angrily, hands clenched at your sides. This was all Taehyung’s fault. If he hadn’t gotten in the way. Ugh. You groaned, looking across at the two boys.
“We need to get out of here.” You said. Tae rolled his eyes.
“No shit.”
“Not for the obvious reason,” you growled, “but because your friend doesn’t look like he’s doing too good.” Tae’s head whipped up, eyes searching his friends face. The pale man grimaced, sucking in heavy breaths.
“Jimin.” He rasped. You smirked.
“Well at least you still remember your name.”
“Jimin.” Taehyung said, concern lacing his voice.
“I’m fine,” Jimin breathed, “I just, need some water.” Taehyung looked around the room, panic flashing in his eyes as his search came up empty.
You whipped back round to the door, banging loudly on it with a closed fist.
“Hello!” You roared, “we need some help. You shot one of us and they’re fucking dying!” You yelled, ignoring Tae’s inhale of breath at your harsh words.
You heard shuffling outside and backed away from the metal door; just in time as it went swinging inwards where you had just been standing.
“What do we have here?” A man sneered, he stood tall with two guards on either side of him, his left eye mutilated, a scar running through it. You shivered taking a step back and towards Taehyung. “Bangtan and their bitch.” He laughed. Taehyung growled at his words as you scoffed. As if you were being associated with Bangtan now. You heard shifting behind you, and suddenly Taehyung was standing at your side, glaring at the man in front of you.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” the man started, taking a step closer to the three of you, “you’re going to pick.” he pointed at each of you, before pulling out a gun. Taehyung gaped at him, eyes not leaving the gun. You didn’t move, eyes scanning the three men before you, the empty corridor behind them. You could make it, but not with Jimin, not when he was injured so badly, especially not with Tae distracted by his friend’s injury.
You took a deep breath.
And took a step forward.
Taehyung shouted in protest and you could hear Jimin’s cries joining in, but all you could focus on was the smile that broke out on the man’s face as his eyes swept up and down your figure.
“Delightful.” He sneered.
“Let them go.” Your voice was strong, void of the fear you were feeling. The man tilted his head at your words, contemplating.
“Don’t do this.” Tae begged but you refused to look back at him.
“Let them leave and you can do what you want with me.” Jimin gasped. You turned to looked at him, the pain in Jimin’s eyes as he looked at you with a mixture of shock and awe. You looked at Tae who was almost shaking as he stared at you, fists clenched as though to stop himself pulling you to his side. You pleaded with him to leave, your eyes begging him to trust you, just this once. He shook his head at your silent pleas, you just smiled in reply, winking before turning back to the scarred man.
“Do we have a deal?” You asked. He looked at you carefully, eyes flicking between you and Tae. He smirked as if seeing something you didn’t.
“Deal.”
Within seconds hands we’re grabbing you and pulling you away from Taehyung. He yelled out stepping towards you, freezing at the sound of a gun cocking.
“Now, now. Respect her decision.” The man smirked, gun pointed at Tae. Taehyung raised his hands in surrender, taking a step back, eyes flicking to your trapped figure. You didn’t look at him, eyes never leaving the scarred man’s face, anger simmering beneath the surface.
The man gestured to the door with the gun, looking bored.
“Well you’re free to go.” Tae stared at him. “Now.” On his command Taehyung scrambled to Jimin, who wrapped his arm around Tae’s shoulders, leaning on him for support. The two of them made their way out of the room, Taehyung desperately trying to catch your eye line but you refused to meet his stare.
The door slammed shut behind them and Tae was moving. Racing through the halls with Jimin at his side. If he just got Jimin to safety then he could get back to you. He didn’t know why you’d done it, whether a selfless act or an act of stupidity, but he wouldn’t let your sacrifice go to waste.
The two boys froze as alarms sounded, lights flashing red in their corridor; Tae’s head swivelled as he looked up and down the hallway, trying to see what was causing the blaring siren.
“We need to keep going.” Jimin gasped. Tae looked down at his friend, frowning at his pale face and steadily bluing lips. He nodded, hoisting Jimin so more of his weight was on him. They continued down the hallway eyes sweeping back and forth. Hearing footsteps up ahead Tae’s eyes widened in panic only to freeze as he beheld the sight in front of him.
Jungkook, Yoongi and Hobi stared back at him, eyes wide as they took in their injured brother.
“What-“ Yoongi started, only to be interrupted as Tae thrust Jimin into his arms and turned back the way he came. Sprinting down the corridor to the sounds of his members alarm.
He had to get back to you.
He could hear someone following him, probably Jungkook. At least he would have backup. He had to get to you before- before they- You had to be okay.
He rounded the last corner eyes widening as he took in the image before him.
You were standing there, blood running down your cheek from a gash in your head, breathing heavily as you stared up at Tae. Surrounding you were about eight men who you had evidently single-handedly taken down. Your eyes widened as you looked at Tae.
“Where’s-“ you started before Jungkook rounded the corner, answering your question for you. You breathed a shaky sigh of relief.
“Holy shit.” Jungkook gasped, gaping at the scene in front of him.
“You’re okay.” Taehyung breathed, taking a small step towards you. You sent him a small smile. You were okay.
His eyes widened as your knees gave out, rushing forward to grab you before you couldn’t slam into the hard ground.
“I’ve got you.” He breathed, arms securely wrapping around you. You let out a soft laugh, looking up at him, his eyes searching your face for signs that you weren’t okay.
“Were you worried?” You asked, eyes shinning with playfulness.
“About you?” He whispered, “never.” You smiled, before pulling yourself out of his hands, though you didn’t get far. Tae didn’t give you a choice as he placed your arm around his shoulder, forcing you to lean on him for support.
“Promise me you won’t do that again.” He said, frown on his lips.
“What save your life or Jimin’s?” You asked, trying to smile but struggling as exhaustion pulled at you.
“Sacrifice yourself.” You looked at him, his eyes shinning as he stared down at you. You opened your mouth to reply but no words came out.
“Uh, hi?” You pulled your eyes away from Tae’s to find Jungkook who stood at the end of the corridor sheepishly watching you. “I’m Jungkook.” He stuttered, eyes wide with awe.
“Hey Jungkook.” You breathed.
“We, uh, we should probably go.” He said, head turning back to scan the corridor behind him. You nodded looking up at Tae but he didn’t meet your eyes. You frowned, turning back to the retreating Jungkook as you and Tae followed him.
“Are you going to just stand there all night?” His voice was quiet as it reached across the space of the Bangtan rooftop to where you were hidden in the shadows.
“I don’t know, are you still acting weird?” You asked.
It had been a week since your joint capture and you and Taehyung had barely spoken. Not so absurd as the two of you only occasionally bumped into each other, but the usual back and forth, and teasing jabs were now absent. Taehyung sighed, hands running through his hair. You moved closer to his seated figure hiding your hands behind your back as you twisted your ring, the only sign of how nervous you were feeling.
He looked up at you before patting the space next to him. You heaved a sigh of relief as you sat down, legs dangling over the edge of the building.
“This would be the perfect time to kill me.” You mused when he didn’t say anything. He forced a smiled but there was no laughter. You frowned.
“Are you mad at me?” You asked. He sighed but didn’t answer. You scoffed standing abruptly, and turning to go. He looked up, eyes wide as he rushed to his feet.
“You know,” you yelled, spinning to face him, “I was protecting you. You can’t be mad at me for making the right call. Jimin would have died, Taehyung, died. So you don’t get the right to be mad at me for looking out for you and your family.” Your finger shook as you pointed it at him, eyes shinning.
“Of course I can be mad. You thought you weren’t important - that jimin was the only thing that mattered. But he’s not the only thing I care about-“ he stuttered but you cut him off.
“I made the smartest decision, you can’t be mad at m-“
“Of course I can!” He yelled. You took a step back, shocked as his cool persona slipped away, “fuck y/n. I- you think you’re indestructible but you’re not. What if- what if something had happened-“ he trailed off, eyes shinning as he looked away from you. You stared at him unable to form a response. He took a deep breath.
“I, I care about you. You can’t say that Jimin is the only one in that room I cared about because that’s not true.” You stared at him breath caught in your throat, hands shaking. “I thought you were going to die and I would have to live knowing that you had sacrificed yourself for me, and that you’d never know how I feel about you.”
“And how do you feel?” You asked softly. He looked at you, eyes shinning.
“I think you’re fucking crazy.” You laughed, “and a pain in my arse, and psychotic, and-“
“Okay.” You giggled interrupting him. He smiled fondly at you.
“But I can’t stop thinking about you, just hoping that you’ll somehow be involved in my missions so I’ll get to see you, to speak to you. I couldn’t breathe when you gave yourself up, and when I saw you again I just wanted to-“ he stopped himself.
“Wanted to what?“ you asked.
“Ah fuck it.” Your brows wrinkled in confusion at his words only for your eyes to widen as he took two steps to close the distance between you. His arm snaking around your waist to pull your flush against him as he leant down and brushed his lips against yours.
Your heart soared in your chest at his touch, your hands gripping his shirt tightly as his lips moved against yours.
You pulled back, breathing heavily as you looked up at him through your lashes, cheeks heating.
He smiled shyly at you, hand coming up to move a fallen strand of your hair behind your ear, fingers running along your jaw to cup your chin, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip.
“To do that.” He said softly. You smiled brightly at his words, leaning forward to press your lips to his again. He laughed into the kiss, the hand that had been on your chin moving to thread through your hair as his other gripped your waist, thumb brushing against the soft fabric of your shirt.
He pulled back your heavy breaths moving in time with each other.
“So you think I’m crazy?” You asked, brow raised. He burst into laughter, boxy smile shinning bright. You couldn’t help but join in, the sounds of your laugh harmonising through the cool night air.
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