Jimin was a skilled hitman in one of Gwangju’s notorious Mafia families. When tragedy struck him personally, he began to regret his lifestyle. He was haunted in his dreams by the lives he took and the families he destroyed. Setting a plan into action that would change everything, he went into hiding. Can a mysterious young woman who showed up at his hideaway doorstep convince him to change his mind?
WARNING: THIS FIC HAS MENTIONS OF SUICIDE. IF THIS IS A TRIGGER, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. ALSO IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS, AS IT IS NSFW. DON’T THINK WE WON’T KNOW IF YOU DID, WE HAVE OUR WAYS
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Sometime during the early morning hours you had drifted off to sleep.You awoke to your body tangled with Jimin’s, his head still on your chest. The early morning light drifted in through the small window, the soft light illuminating his features. He was angelic, at peace in his sleeping world of dreamland. The back of your hand caressed his cheek, his eyes fluttering open at the warm contact. He looked up at you, his eyes softer, gentler than before.
“Morning” he whispered, voice still thick with the remenants of sleep. His smile was genuine as he nestled you close to him. “Can I ask you something? About last night?”
You scooted down further, your eyes meeting his as you nodded. “Sure, Jimin. “
“You asked me last night to let you love me. I haven’t allowed myself that luxury in a long time. I think I am ready to try again, give myself a chance to let someone in. But I don’t know if I can. But, but I want to. I want to with you. I don’t know what brought you here, how you ended up at my front door, but you did. I want to believe that there was a purpose in that. I still don’t think I’m worthy, but if you can be patient with me, maybe I can.”
The love that warmed you from the inside out had you wrapping him tightly in a hug. “You are worthy Jimin. I will tel you all day, every day, that you are.” his smile was faint, but you couldn’t help but smile back, kissing his forehead as you snuggled into each other. After several more minutes passed, you willed yourselves to slip out from under the blankets, stretching tired limbs. Jimin headed for the kitchen, pulling the meat from the fridge that he had caught yesterday. He set about dressing and cutting it into sections. You joined him shortly afterwards, starting on breakfast. You both ate while he worked, preparing cuts of meat while you gathered the nuts and wild berries into portions. By midday, everything was ready. He took the meat outside at the back of the house, digging a hole and burying te meat. The cool ground would keep the meat while it was being seasoned and cured. The next order of business was trying to decide about heat as the days were now cool. There was just enough fuel to last until tomorrow, and you still were no comfortable with Jimin going to town for more.
“If we make a small fire, just enough to cook with, and just in the early morning, I think we can do without more fuel. I am willing to snuggle with you to keep warm at night.” You winked at him, his wide grin making your heart flutter. “I love your smile. You need to smile more often.”
His face blushed as he bowed his head. Seeing him bashful, considering the stone cold demeanor he was supposed to exude, had you all warm and fuzzy inside.
“I love you, Jimin.” the words come from deep within your heart, your brain not having time to register what you were saying until the were being heard in your ears. You face dropped at the shock of what you had just said.
“You, what? Did you just say you love me?” His head shot up, eyes focused on you as he tried to read your expression. What he saw had him tensing momentarily before relaxing under your gaze. “You love me?” When you started stumbling over your words, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against him. “I haven’t heard anyone tell me that since-.” His words fell away as he felt your heart beating through your ribcage. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” it was both a question and response. You felt lips pressing tenderly to your temple, and you leaned your head into his touch.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry that I can’t say it back.” The pain in his voice was evident. Why would you even expect him to say it back? You didn’t mean to even say it out loud, let alone to have him respond in kind.
“I don’t expect you too. Honestly I didn’t mean to say it out loud and put you on the spot like that. I just felt like you needed to hear it, i guess.” Leaning back, you looked into his gaze as you studied his soft features. A fleeting thought crossed your mind. How could someone with his tender heart and kind features do what he did? MAybe it was for those very reasons, no one woul suspect him. Maybe he felt as if he was a curse to himself. “Do you know how beautIful you are?”
“Beautiful?” he cocked his head to the left, brows furrowed as he thought on it.
“Yes beautiful. Beyond handsome. It’s the only way I can describe you. Beautiful.” Reluctantly you pulled away from his embrace, setting about cleaning up from the morning. You hummed a tune as you worked, not paying attention to the way Jimin was starting to tense up behind you. You were caught off guard when you felt his hand come down over your mouth, pulling you down to the floor. Your eyes went wide with fear as he laid you flat on the wooden floor, covering you with his body. His heart was racing, head tilting right and then to the left. He was concentrated, his hand still over your mouth. Without a word, he eyed you with question, silently telling you to stay quiet. You nodded frantically, taking a slow deep breath when he pulled his hand away.
You followed his eyes as he looked towards the couch. The secret hiding space. He rolled off of you, keeping his hand on your back to keep you as close to the floor as possible. When he tapped your shoulder, you followed him as he crawled on his stomach across the floor, reaching to the back of the counter. His hand came out with a small pistol in its grasp. He continued maneuvering across the floor, looking over his shoulder to make sure you were still behind him.. After several agonizing minutes, you were situated behind the couch. He leaned to you, whispering low in your ear.
“Wait until I move the couch, then I want you to get in there as quickly as possible.” Again you nodded, holding your breath as he moved the couch inch by inch until he could lift the hatch open just enough for you to get in. You scooted in the opening, situating yourself against the dirt wall.
“Hand me the hooked rod next to you.” he whisper-yelled down to you. You felt around for it blindly, your fingers finally finding it to your right. You lifted it up as he reached for it. You watched silently as he gripped the small rug and placed it over the hatch. He bent the thin metal rod then hooked in on the underside of the couch. Slipping in the small opening, he pulled the couch back over the hatch, using the hook a final time to fix the rug before the hatch closed. Just as it fell into place, you heard what Jimin had heard long before. The sound of footsteps rounding the small cabin.
Genre: Alternate Universe-but they are still BTS, Angst, Humor, Romance, Fantasy
Beta: Tanya
Summary: BTS are off to the Grammys but all is not well. Jin had a mysterious encounter with his future daughter. Jimin continues to attempt to ingratiate himself with Jungkook. Taehyung's possessiveness towards Jimin stirs Jungkook’s anger.
Snippet:
Jungkook stops, turns sharply, and asks the question that has been driving him crazy for weeks. “When did you two start screwing?”
“Don’t,” Jimin pleads and bravely reaches out for Jungkook’s hand. “Don’t ask things that will only make you feel worse.”
Jungkook easily avoids Jimin’s grasp, his anger from earlier fades as pain fills his voice. “Were we still together when you two…were we? Why wasn’t I enough?”
“You were! You are everything to me!” Jimin cries out. The hurt look on Jungkook’s face breaks through Jimin’s denial. He has a startling moment of clarity. “I had already pushed you away. We were fighting…not together when I…. I regret it. I regret everything! I don’t know why…why I wanted to blow my whole world apart. Why I wanted to be so miserable…why I still don’t think I deserve to be happy. I honestly thought I was just hurting myself…I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted you to hate me.”
Jungkook stares at Jimin and recognizes the boy he has adored since he was fourteen. Jimin, who has been acting crazy for weeks, looks…looks like his Jimin. The distant fog that has covered Jimin’s eyes is gone and Jungkook knows in his heart that Jimin never meant to hurt him…even if it is crazy to think he could have done what he did without hurting him.
Pairing: Jungkook/Jimin Rated: M Author: pinkmonnie Length: 57k Jimin has been working at the same place for three years, watching as the world around him moves along in a busy hype. Although he enjoys certain aspects of his job, particularly since Min Yoongi became his manager, over time he gradually felt the usual rhythm begin to weigh him down. Taehyung, his closest friend, comes to Gwanghwamun Starbucks for two reasons - free drinks or food if he's feeling peckish, and to stare at Yoongi with a lump in his throat. One night, Taehyung brings along a new friend. Read on AO3
Summary: Jungkook discovers the truth and is devastated.
Snippet:
It had been difficult to seduce Taehyung, even though they had been flirting with each other since the day they met. Jimin smiles because he had succeeded in awaking Taehyung’s sleeping sexuality…and it electrified him. Sometimes when Taehyung is fucking him Jimin feels like he is escaping from the world.
Jimin is busy contemplating all the things he wants the other man to do to him once they get home when he feels Taehyung pull away.
Suddenly Jimin is all panic because even though he is not facing Taehyung he can feel shock radiating off of him. He turns his head and his gaze immediately lands on big, brown eyes that look like they hold a world of hurt. Jimin gasps and awakens from the fantasy he was playing out in full view of everyone.
His good friend Kai is whispering something to Jungkook. Kai, who knows about Jimin and Taehyung…Kai, who never knew about Jimin and Jungkook. Jimin had always guarded his relationship with Jungkook…only ever allowing the members to know.
Because Jimin was always protective of Jungkook…he guarded the golden maknae like he was the most precious thing in existence…because he was. Jungkook was untainted by their celebrity…he was trusting, loving, and full of hope. Jungkook had never been betrayed or abused by someone who was supposed to love him…until now.
It’s a waiting game. Jimin knows that Jungkook doesn’t have to come back, but with every little touch, every time Jungkook does, and every time Jungkook lies down right next to him, pressed up close, torturously warm and smelling like cigarette smoke and cologne, Jimin can’t help but feel like he could — would — wait years just for Jungkook to come back to him again.
(Or: in which Jimin is a prostitute and Jungkook is his favourite customer.)
Why read it? if you can handle sadness then please go ahead. This is not porn. This is just a view of prostitution and the consequences. It’s sad. Very sad and it does not have a good ending. But the writing was great so go for it.
