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The Wolf and his Coyote - Part 5

Part 5! So much confusion!

Summary; Jungkook is the leader of the biggest biker gang in Korea. He is never interested in people unless they can benefit him in some way. That is until he runs into a girl who is the only person who appears to not be afraid of him. New to Korea, Amalia is an artist who spends most of her days working on her comics at her friend Minhyuks diner who also happens to be Jungkooks favourite hang out spot. What will happen when Jungkooks, a man who's heart seems to be frozen in ice, interest is peeked for the first time since he can remember?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Pairing: Gang leader jk x Tsundere, artist Amalia

Rating: 18+ do not interact if you are a minor!

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: Biker gang bts, action, romance, there will be smut down the line, angst, violence, humour.

Warnings: potential triggers, signs of trauma, Jungkook is SMITTEN, violence, blood, Jimins a little shit lol.

Jungkook’s pov

A blue bird flew across the sky. It landed on a branch of a large tree outside the diner. The bird was small and delicate and for some reason reminded me of a not so delicate girl I recently met. I tried to focus on something else but my eyes kept going back to the bird in the tree.

A loud thunk snapped me out of my daze as Minhyuk unceremoniously dropped my plate on the table in front of me.

“Why are you always in a daze?” He said as he rolled his eyes and walked away.

I simply ignored him as I dug in. The burger was delicious as always. If there’s one thing Minhyuk knew how to do well it’s a good burger. The golden fries stared back at me from the plate, just begging me to take a bite.

Damn it. I wish I had brought some back with me. Would make for a great snack right now. The satisfying crunchy yet soft sensation pressing against my tongue. Should I send Jimin to get me some after this?

“Jungkook!” A voice snaps me out of my daze. The source of that voice being my second in command Min Yoongi.

“What is it?” I sit up and look down at the scene in front of me.

“Oh yeah, you.” I say as Yoongi stares at me.

“Why are you always in a daze Jungkook?” He says to me.

I feel like I hear that a lot.

I get up off my chair and shoot a glare at him before turning my attention to the trash with a certain hummingbird tattoo on it’s neck kneeling before me.

“I thought I told you people to stay off my turf. Did I not make myself clear enough to you small brained freaks?” I state, clenching my fists.

The man before me was bloodied and bruised after taking a beating from my men. They had found him, drunk and aggressively threatening people at a bar nearby.

He spat blood at my feet.

“I don’t have to listen to the likes of you.” He says with a snicker.

“Oh you think so?” I say, leaning down so my face is inches away from his. “See now that’s where you’re wrong.” I continue.

My mens all gave little sounds of laughter as they knew how the next chain of events would unfold.

I back up a step and twist my body in a roundhouse kick to his face. As he gets hit by the impact his body falls to the ground in a loud thump. Before he has time to recover I grab him by his hair, pull back my right arm and punch him hard in the nose. He falls to the floor in a pool of blood. Now unconscious.

“Well I think he learned his lesson.” I say, as I turn towards my chair to take a seat. Yoongi brings me a rag and I wipe the blood off my brass knuckles.

I sigh as I give him back the rag.

“I really do hate hurting people. Oh and Jimin, go get me some fries from the diner please and thank you.” I say turning to one of my men.

He looks at the other guys before looking back at me.

“Why is it always me?” He whines.

“Hmm cuz it’s fun.” I say.

He whines again before heading off.

I can’t wait for those fries.

Amalia’s pov:

Writers block is seriously the worst, I think to myself as twirl my stylus between my fingers, staring out the window of the diner. It’s been days since I’ve written anything for my comic and missing my deadline is not an option. I need inspiration.

I look towards the open kitchen to find Minhyuk hard at work. He’s great, but having only one friend is hard sometimes. I would love to go find inspiration, but being new, I have no idea where to even begin looking.

I turn back to the window, not wanting to bother him while he works. It’s so quiet. No motorcycles today? I start thinking before catching myself. Why am I thinking of him again? He’s just some pretty boy I don’t even know.

I blush as I realize what I’m thinking. Pretty boy? No, not even. He’s a thug. Yeah just a thug.

My thoughts swirl in confusion at what I had heard from Minhyuk vs the man that had saved me at the bus stop. He had been so gentle and looked at me like… he saw me. Then there was the face he made when I asked him if he killed the man that had harassed me. He seemed hurt by my question. A normal thug wouldn’t care about stuff like that right?

I start gnawing the inside of my cheek as I ponder this, finding myself looking outside, waiting for him to appear again. I could be wrong but I know thugs and this man did not seem like one to me. He just seemed… lost. Like he was trying really hard to appear as someone he wasn’t. It reminds me of myself before I came here.

I shiver as I think of my past again, having to remind myself repeatedly that its all in the past and I’m safe.

Some hours pass as I sit there and continue trying to write. I realize eventually that my mind is too distracted and I won’t get anything done so I decide to go home. As I pack my things to leave, I hear the sound of a motorcycle pulling in. My head snaps to the window before my brain can register why. I look at the man then down at the bike and realize it’s not Jungkook. For some reason, I feel disappointed. The man takes off his helmet as he walks in, I notice it is one of Jungkooks mens. The one that reminds me of a flower. He has shorter black hair, lighter eyes and always appears to be in a good mood.

I see him walk up to the counter and call out to Minhyuk.

“Hey Minhyuk! The boss would like some fries please.” He says with grin on his face.

“Why didn’t he come get them himself? Are you his errand boy?” Minhyuk responded.

“He’s a little..’ He starts before he notices me and throwing a smirk my way as he adds ‘Busy.” His eyes remaining on me the whole time.

I raise my eyebrow, wondering why he was staring at me. Now this guy seemed really full of himself.

I turned to finish packing my bag before throwing it over my shoulder and going to the counter.

“I’m really not in it today so I’ll just got home.” I say to Min with a smile.

“Ok! Be safe on your way home. No falling asleep again.” He gives me a stern look.

“Yes mom.” I say teasingly before heading out.

I had told Min about what happened that night and surprisingly he didn’t call me an idiot for accepting a ride from Jungkook. I thought he would tell me it was stupid and unsafe but nothing. Maybe there’s more to their dynamic then meets the eye.

As I reach the door I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn to see the guy looking at me.

“What’s so special about you?” He says, scanning me from head to toe.

“Excuse me?” I say as I grab his wrist and take his hand off my shoulder.

“Sorry I just didn’t know what to call you.” He says bringing his hands to his sides.

“Well that’s your problem. Don’t touch me.” I say, glaring at him before walking out.

What was that about? Why would he ask that? Special? I’m just some girl he doesn’t even know.

I make my way home, lost in a daze the whole time, wondering two things. What did he mean by that and why hasn’t Jungkook shown up in a few days?

As I pondered these things I started to also wonder; why do I even care?