World Of Greed [Yandere! Mafia! Jungkook] [Reader-Insert]
Warning: As this story contains yandere themes, the characters display behaviors that can be triggering or uncomfortable to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fiction. I do not believe any of the mentioned members would display any sort of this behaviour irl.
In the hours when passion was burning hot, and breaths were stolen in the most pleasantly suffocating way, the atmosphere of the night had been feverish. Now, it had shifted into an atmosphere where comfort and love shared between two people, annihilated any chances of insecurities or doubts. The hands that had caressed, felt, and massaged your body to elicit the perfect pleasure, now held you close tightly. The hold on you was protective, as if you were the most precious treasure in this world. The kisses that were messy, hungry, and deep not too long ago, were now slow and gentle with a hint of slight exhaustion in them.
As if you were two bodies who shared the same mind, both you and Jungkook sighed in content as he pulled away. Jungkook gazed at you with raw emotions of love glossed in his irises, and the intensity of it caused your cheeks to redden. You felt flustered, and embarrassed all of a sudden. For this reason, you lightly pushed his face to the side so he would not be staring at you.
“You’re so embarrassing,” You squeaked, and Jungkook snorted. He grabbed your wrists off his face, and then pulled you closer. He guided your arms to hang loosely around his waist, before he grabbed your face in between his hands, and started to squeeze your cheeks softly.
“We are literally naked right now and we just finished having sex. You were shameless then, and now my staring makes you feel ‘embarrassed’?” Jungkook asked, and he poked you in the stomach. This caused you to let out an ugly sound that was a mixture of a laugh and yelp of pain.
“Stop it! Don’t do that! You know I’m sensitive,” You cried, and that did nothing to stop him. It only encouraged him because Jungkook began to poke you gently on the ticklish parts of your body. You tried to grab his wrists in an attempt to stop him. Albeit, your efforts were useless.
Jungkook’s lips formed into a wide smile as he watched you struggle in vain. However, eventually, he stopped when there were literal tears forming at the corner of your eyes, and you were clutching your sides, and groaning in pain.
As you gasped to finally catch your breath, Jungkook patted your head.
“There, there child,” Jungkook mocked. Your eyebrow twitched, and you shoved his hand away.
“I’m not a kid,” You snapped, and a shit-eating grin appeared on Jungkook’s face.
“You call me daddy though–”
“I swear on my family’s name Jungkook if you don’t shut up I’m going to murder you,” You hissed, as your face had nothing but red embarrassment written on it.
“Awe but–” Jungkook began, however he was cut off when your phone started to ring loudly. You glanced over to the bedside table beside you. Your eyes widened when you saw the name of the person who was calling you.
You inwardly winced as you swiped to answer it.
You had one of your hands over Jungkook’s lips to prevent him from speaking, and with the other, you held your phone shakily. You breathed out deeply in a last minute attempt to calm your beating heart, before you brought your phone to your ear.
“Hello Yoongi,” You greeted, and your eyes swept over to Jungkook, whom’s eyes widened at the words you spoke. Instantly, you averted your eyes away from him. You cringed when you felt Jungkook glaring at you harshly. You knew you were going to be in big trouble with Jungkook afterwards.
“[Name], where are you?” Yoongi asked coldly, from the other side of the phone. Your volume without your phone being on speaker was loud enough that Jungkook was able to hear what Yoongi was saying clearly. And you knew that with each passing moment, you were digging your own grave deeper.
“I’m with a friend,” You lied quickly.
“What friend?” Yoongi enquired, and the suspicions etched in his voice was more than evident.
“A friend… Y-You don’t know– don’t know her. She’s a new friend,” You stammered, and after doing so, you bit your lip in nervousness.
“Get rid off her. You know we mafioso don’t anything new or friends. We stick to our family. Send me pictures of the dead body once you’re done so I know you aren’t lying. I want to see fresh blood [Name], not dried,” Yoongi ordered, before he hung up.
The sound of the hang up beep echoed in the silence of the room for a bit as you removed your hand from Jungkook’s mouth. You did not acknowledge him, or even spare him a glance, because you fell back lifelessly. Your worry over Yoongi’s request started to overwhelm you.
“What am I going to do? Yoongi is going to kill me if I don’t kill someone,” You murmured, and groaned.
Jungkook pressed his lips together and watched you breakdown silently. Then, like a hush whistle of the wind, he spoke.
“One of my men probably killed a girl or someone tonight. I can order them to take pictures and send them to me, and then give them to you,” He offered, despite the traces of anger in his voice. You froze, before you whipped your head towards him. Your eyes widened, and a bright smile was on your face. The sight of it caused Jungkook’s heart to ache.
“Ah! I keep forgetting that you’re a mafia boss when you’re so sweet to me all the time. You would really do that for me?” You asked excitedly, and feeling slightly relieved.
Jungkook cupped your face, and brought it closer towards his. He leaned down until his lips were only a bit away from yours. As his breath fanned your face, he rubbed your cheek with his thumb softly.
“Of course, I would do anything to make you happy. As lovers, it’s important for us to help each other, and be open and honest,” Jungkook began harshly. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion when his eyes narrowed into a glare at you.
“Honesty [Name]. That reminds me, I’m always doing so much for you, and you barely return the favour. You haven’t even told your family that you’re mine, have you?!” He hissed. His words were an honest accusation, and the bluntness in it, replaced whatever relief you had felt with anxiety.
You tried to talk your way out of it.
“Jun-Jungkook you know that I can’t do that. Our families– our families hate each other and are enemies. If they find out, then there’s no telling what they’ll do especially Yoongi–” You stammered, but Jungkook cut you off.
“I can defend myself [Name]. I’m the leader of one of the most powerful if not the most powerful mafias out there. Do you really think your family, who’s lower in ranks, would have anything against me? If they try to hurt me, I can handle it. If they try to hurt you, I’ll hurt them. What more reassurance do you need?” Jungkook asked agitatedly. His words struck a nerve in you, especially when he said he would hurt your family.
You knew from experience that Jungkook was a man of his words. He never said anything he did not mean. So, the weight of his words just felt heavier. Hence, you knew that the promise to hurt your family if they did not approve of your relationship with him, was a definite one.
You liked Jungkook, but you also loved your family.
“Jungkook, it’s not that simple–” You tried to say, before the black-haired male scoffed.
“Are you kidding me?! It’s exactly that simple [Name]. You can’t keep hiding the truth about us forever. What are you going to do when we get engaged or marriage? Lie to them about the ring on your finger and why you suddenly aren’t carrying their last name but mine? ” He snapped, and the his grip on your face tightened slightly.
Your response was not what Jungkook wanted to hear.
“M-Marriage? Jungkook you aren’t serious about that are you?” You said, and Jungkook froze.
“What?” He asked coldly, as he removed his hands from your face. Usually, Jungkook was always bright and loving around you. So, the sudden lack of emotions on his face, caused your stomach to churn in discomfort.
“Y-You aren’t serious about marriage, right? I thought we were just having fun–”
“You thought I was just fun?!” He snarled, and he distanced himself away from you. The abrupt loss of his warmth near you left you feeling cold and shivery.
“Jungkook, no, wait! Listen to me–” You said, and tried to reach out to him and grab his hand. Just as your fingers brushed against his wrist, he slapped your hand away ruthlessly. Then, as Jungkook scavenged for whatever clothes of his he could find, and began to put them on as fast as he could, he glared at you harshly.
“You’ve made it very clear about how you feel about me [Name]. I was a fool to think you were any different,” Jungkook murmured, and the heartbroken expression his face hurt you physically.
Then, before another word could be said, Jungkook grabbed his belongs, and stomped out of the hotel room you two were in. On his way out, he shut the door behind him brutally. The sound of it resonated in the emptiness of the room; and that was the last sound you heard from him that night.
