summary: a summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize
pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jungkook x reader, jin x reader
warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes. buckle up. very rough sex, possessive & obsessive behaviors, yandere behaviors, penetrative sex, oral sex, emotional and slight physical abuse, manipulation, fighting. like fighting fighting., guns, shootings, aggressive gun play, spanking, slapping, hair pulling, spitting, leg...grinding?, choking, coersive sex, threats/blackmail, depictions of panic/fear, mourning, mentions of murder, jimin isnt dead so dw, crying, dacryphilia if you squint, so much dirty talk, degradation, praise, pet names, toxic relationships, mentions of torture (not described), one car chase, drug use, jealousy, use of the word “crazy”, dom!jin...yeah, dom!jungkook, jungkook goes hard on you tbh, lots of kissing, rockstar!namjoon is coming yall, reader is a baddie but also needy as fuck
series navi | masterlist | part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 |
It’s easy to take people you love for granted. Until they’re gone for good. Flashing on the television in front of you was a picture of Jimin, looking just beautiful. His hair slick with sweat. Low cut shirt hanging against his gorgeous body. Leather jacket snug over his shoulders. Unfortunately, the adjacent headline didn’t match.
Sources confirm that Park Jimin is no longer planning to continue with his tour for the time being. Fans can expect full refunds. Meanwhile the stock prices of his label took a big hit as…
Jimin was missing. You had assumed he walked away fine, but if Yoongi was here with you then perhaps…perhaps he killed him.
Your heart clenched at the realization that you may not ever see that bratty smile of his again. His teasing tone, his infuriating attitude. Those dreamy eyes, lush lips. His soft whispers and sweet smiles—you gasped. Desperately searching not for air, but an escape from your reality.
Shutting your eyes, you thought back to happier times. Moments lost amongst a large crowd— singing at the top of your lungs as Jimin’s fingers amazed you with the way they trailed effortlessly over his guitar. The way he’d catch your eyes at almost every show, sending a wink your way before flipping his sweat-ridden hair back, brows furrowed as he chased a high note. The night ending in your fading screams.
Screams that resembled those that left your parted lips when he would fuck you hard, like he did that one night backstage. When he would choke you, batter you with filthy words as he’d fill you up— always taking you raw. The only way he liked it. Then he’d kiss you softly, adoring every inch of you. Shower you with compliments, you were the most beautiful to him. He really loved you—hadn’t he. Your dream came true and you took it for granted. Guilt surged within you.
You jumped—the television suddenly snapping off. Yoongi paced up behind you, sliding his arms over your shoulders to place a soft kiss on your cheek. “Why are you watching that?” He hummed, peppering your face with love. His actions sweet, but his tone filled with bitterness. Within his hold you melted yet again, unable to forget the way the two of you made love the night before. Only for you to wake up feeling sick to the core in the arms of a monster.
“I can’t watch the news?” You deadpanned. “Oh…I can’t watch the news if JIMIN is on it?” Hissing, Yoongi gripped your throat, forcing your face to turn towards him. His eyes intense, seething. This only fueled your desire to taunt him further. You felt a sudden rush of boldness—how far would he go?
“What did I say about saying that name?” His words seemed to drag reluctantly through gritted teeth before piercing you in the heart. You held his gaze in a silent wrestle for power. Not wavering. Not blinking. Pushing one another to the limit. Curious to see who’d snap first. Finally he loosened his grip. “Sorry”
You shrugged him off, leaving the couch to distract yourself with his impressive assortment of fruits. Coming up behind you, he rested his cheek on your back, palms curling around your hips as he swayed you slightly. Ignoring his actions, you pulled out the kitchen knife, intending on slicing through an orange when he slid his hand over yours.
He twirled the knife with familiar ease, settling a tight grip on the handle. Thin metal sheathing through the rough, bright skin of the fruit, wet sounds of leaking juice as he continued to cut deeper. “Sleep well my love?” Your eyes fixated on the fruit, now halved, as Yoongi turned it over, cutting through it’s flesh once again.
Faintness overcame you, as you felt your consciousness diminishing with the quartered slices of fruit being cut one last time. Driving the edge of the knife into the core, before reaching his final, ideal piece. Your body began to shake—causing Yoongi to glance at you with concern.
“Here” He picked up a slice, pushing against your rigidly clamped teeth, forcing your mouth open to receive the fruit. He observed the way you bit down, the tart flavor exploding in your mouth, tantalizing you to ignore the acidic sour through an overwhelming sweetness.
Gulping it down, your nausea spread as words began to replay in your mind. You know who did it. Don’t fucking lie to yourself. Your breath escaped you as Yoongi pulled the fruit out of your mouth, swooping down to lick the juice off the edges of your parted lips. His tongue gliding its way into your mouth, exchanging a moment of affection.
“Did I scare you my love?” Yoongi whispered, hands trailing up and down your arms. “You know I didn’t mean to, hm?” He took a piece of the fruit, sucking on it nonchalantly before tossing it into the trash. You glanced at the door, wondering if there was any chance at all that you could make a run for it. “If you just follow my one rule, you know I’d never raise my voice at you right princess?” He sighed deeply, eyes flickering down your shirt where he suddenly felt an urge to take you there on the counter.
“Did you kill him?” Yoongi crooned his neck, trying to ensure he heard what you said. You shut your eyes, gripping the knife in front of you for comfort. “Did you kill…J-Jimin?” You ducked, anticipating Yoongi’s rage. To your surprise—he said nothing. Instead he looked at you with mused interest.
“And what if I did? What would you do hm?”
You gave him the nastiest look you could conjure. “Fuck. You.” Immediately, he covered your hand on the knife, yanking your hand up to press the blade against your cheek, letting the flat edge roll over your burning skin.
“Oh I will princess. Every single day.” Sliding the knife away, you hissed as a small cut appeared on your face. Luckily for you, a knock on the door came—or you were almost certain he could have killed you right there.
Namjoon stood timidly at the door. He looked over to you immediately, eyes widening with concern as he noticed the scar on your face.
Yoongi groaned in irritation, “Namjoon will take you to work and I’ll join you shortly” He watched as you begrudgingly followed the man out the door, as it close behind you Namjoon pulled you aside, tracing your cut with his finger.
“I sweat to god if he—“ Namjoon clenched his fist, ready to barge back inside and beat his boss senseless. You latched onto his muscular arm, shaking your head.
“It’s fine. I’m fine” He growled, but obeyed nevertheless. Grabbing your shoulders, he pinned you against the wall, slanting his lips onto yours. “N-not here” You gasped, pushing him away “He’ll kill you”
Namjoon sighed. He knew you were right. Something bitter ticked within him. Yoongi was turning out to be a pain the ass. He wasn’t about to stand by and let you get manipulated by some abusive man. Did you really love Yoongi? Namjoon had been convinced of it at the time, but he was starting to wonder. What happened that made you throw yourself at him the other night? Did you perhaps realize that you wanted someone else?
Someone…like him?
-
Hobi’s thumb slid rapidly against the screen of his new cellphone. Rolling his eyes, he tossed it aside, cursing under his breath. His inbox had been flooded ever since Jimin had gone silent, media eager to know his whereabouts.
He licked his lips, deep in thought as he tried to figure out his next move. Yoongi evidently wasn’t paying any mind to the fact his label was falling apart. He had intended on remaining loyal to Yoongi, even after finding out the truth, but Namjoon had managed to change his mind, showing him what an insane man he really was. Namjoon had pleaded Hobi to overtake the label from him, and in doing so ruin Jimin’s career, and jumpstart his own.
Hobi entertained the eager singer. Knowing that he was far too naive to actually pull through. Taehyung had approached him with a proposition shortly after and here he was, sitting besides the man whom he thought to be an enemy, now an ally. Taehyung’s legs were popped up on the couch, examining a new pack of bullets before sliding them into his revolver.
“Just drop something to distract them” Taehyung suggested. “Kim Namjoon. He’s decent right? Just drop a song of his”
“I dunno…it might piss Yoongi off too much” Hobi muttered. Taehyung rolled his eyes.
“Exactly. Yoongi’s a fucking mess when he’s angry. It’s perfect. He’ll go insane on Namjoon, get that bitch out of our way too” Hobi frowned, not ideally wanting to hurt the kind intern. Namjoon desperately wanted Jimin kicked out of his contract. But Hobi knew better. Jimin was a cash crop, his die hard fans willing to sell out each of his shows within minutes. Namjoon’s music was good, but not good enough to be worth dropping an artist like Park Jimin.
“Alright, alright fine” Hobi said. He grabbed his laptop, pulling up Namjoon’s demos. Sighing deeply, he uploaded them onto the site. Once he pressed submit he gasped, hits came rolling in by the second. “Oh God”
“What?” Taehyung sat up in concern, watching as Hobi began to laugh hysterically.
“He’s going viral”
-
A catchy drum beat began to pick up—radio buzzing through Namjoon’s black Cadillac. You hummed along, not recognizing the song but feeling familiar with the singer’s voice—wait a minute.
“Namjoon” You tapped his thigh rapidly, turning the volume of the song up to hear more clearly. “Oh my God Namjoon—it’s your song” Focused on the road, he didn’t process your words as he made a turn into the parking lot. “Namjoon!”
“Hm?” He rolled his tongue in his cheek, looking around for a parking spot.
“Your song is on the fucking radio Joon” The car came to a screeching halt once Namjoon finally registered what he heard. He blinked at the dashboard, changing the stations to ensure that he wasn’t hallucinating. You squealed in excitement, pulling him into a tight hug. “Congratulations!! You finally did it! You’re finally gonna be a rockstar”
Tears welled in his eyes— he couldn’t even believe it. Glancing at you, so excited and proud, he succumbed to emotion. Lips smashing against yours. He had your face heating with want. Through the intentional glide of his lips, pressed tight against your own, he reeled you in, kissing you passionately. You couldn’t bring yourself to back away, until suddenly you felt something flash in front of your closed eyes.
The two of you practically jumped off of one another, but it was too late. Paparazzi hounded the vehicle, having an absolute field day. “Shit” Namjoon snapped, slamming his fist into the steering wheel “Shit. Shit. Shit! I just kissed Park Jimin’s girlfriend didn’t I?” He buried his face into his palms.
You passed a weak smile to the cameras before pulling down the sun visor to block the prying lenses. “Hey—any PR is good PR”
“Not when Yoongi’s gonna fucking blow my brains out” Namjoon whined “Goddamit” He licked his lips. “Well fuck, might as well give them a show” He grabbed the back of your neck pulling you in but not before you pushed him away. He made a face, which you ignored—contemplating the repercussions of your actions. If Yoongi laid a hand on Namjoon, you didn’t know what you would do. There was no way you were about to let that happen.
Carefully, you exited the car, hiding your face with your palm before going to Namjoon’s side and helping him out. You dragged him inside as fast you could. The second you walked in the entire staff, collected in the lobby, erupted in applause. Namjoon blushed.
As the claps died down, one remained—belonging to non other than Hobi himself. You noticed the way he winked at Namjoon, before clearing his throat. “Congrats buddy. You passed Jimin’s comeback sales with your debut already”
You gaped at him. It simply wasn’t possible. They hadn’t promoted Namjoon at all. Namjoon hugged the songwriter tightly, thanking him.
You pursed your lips. Something was off but you had larger issues at the moment. Slipping away you creeped into Yoongi’s office, determined to search through his things before he arrived. You were going to find that goddamn disc. You were going to destroy Death Valley if it was the last thing you did.
Carefully sliding the door shut behind you, you locked yourself in. The hairs on the back of your neck coming to attention as you heard a sinister laugh.
Oh. My. God. You carefully turned, blood running cold.
“Y-you’re alive?”
-
Jungkook arrived at your apartment complex, a sense of familiarity as he went up the elevator. He missed living with you. He had barely been able to sleep the past few days. The inner turmoil consuming him of ever aiming a gun at you.
You were the only person who took him seriously besides Namjoon. Despite all the warnings, you had placed your faith in him. Only for him to turn around and betray you like everyone else. He didn’t want to. He really didn’t. His respect for you was unparalleled. But he fucked up.
Now, he may as well profit off of the less-than-ideal situation.
Yoongi stood in his doorway, cigarette in his lips. Jungkook scoffed as the gangster snapped for him to follow. Not even bothering with a greeting. Jungkook did not like Yoongi at all. From what he could gather the man was rude, impulsive, and just an all around nasty person.
“Did you do it?” Jungkook shook his head, arms folding over his chest. He had looked everywhere for Jimin after losing track of you. He was almost certain the star was dead.
“He’s gone” Jungkook didn’t exactly lie. But Yoongi heeded the good news regardless. “Where’s my money?” Yoongi clicked his tongue, smirking.
“Not so fast street rat” Jungkook clenched his fist “I need you to do one more thing for me. I’ll double your pay”
“What?” Rolling his eyes, Jungkook watched as Yoongi pulled up an article on his phone. The headline showing a picture of you and Namjoon kissing in a car. Jungkook almost laughed. You little minx. He felt strangely proud of you.
“Kill him”
“Excuse me?” Yoongi groaned, grabbing his gun from his back pocket. Jungkook quickly did the same.
“You know you can’t kill me dumbass. Do as I say. 4 million” Jungkook gulped. It was moments like this that had him gaining his infamous title as a rat. Would he really sell out one of his oldest customers, one of his closest friends? But also. 4 million dollars. He could do a lot with that kind of money.
“Fine” Jungkook grumbled, lowering his aim. “I’ll do it. I’ll get rid of Namjoon”
Yoongi’s phone began to ring, Jungkook’s stomach flipped upon seeing the contact name. Kim Taehyung. Yoongi’s expression was confused, but he answered nevertheless.
“Is this some sick jo—“ Jungkook watched as Yoongi’s eyes darkened. “You bastard I swear to god if you lay a—“ His fists were clenched, knuckles almost white. Who the fuck?
Yoongi threw the phone across the room, prompting Jungkook to duck as the television behind shattered to pieces. He screamed, pounding his fist into the counter. He turned to Jungkook, a look of utter trepidation.
“Jin’s alive” Jungkook’s mouth went dry. No way. He had shot him himself. “And he has Y/n. Shit. Come with me to the label right now, she’s in danger”
-
Jin sighed, clicking off his phone as he turned to you. “Why do you look so afraid?” He teased, knowing full well how petrified you were of him. He had missed it, the way you would quiver and tremble in his presence. He wanted to pin you against the wall, stuff your mouth with your panties and rail his cock into your tight cunt, but that would have to wait.
Taehyung had been explicit in his instructions. He wasn’t to harm you nor anyone else. His mission was arresting Yoongi. Nothing more, nothing less.
But Jin had other plans. Plans Taehyung would never approve of, but he could care less about the sleazy bastard. In the back of Jin’s mind, he knew he would kill Taehyung the most ruthlessly, for getting away with fucking you time and time again. But first he wanted Yoongi. Oh the things he wanted to do to Yoongi. He wanted to pry his teeth out one by one. He wanted you to watch as he did it. Suck his cock while he did it.
Then Jimin. Lucky for him, Taehyung had Jimin tied up and waiting just for him. All the cards were in play.
“How’s paradise with Yoongi been? You believe what I said yet? See how crazy he is hm?” You pursed your lips, only making Jin laugh “Hate being wrong don’t you? It’s okay. Happens. Don’t worry I’m not gonna touch you…yet.” His eyes flashed, “Unless you want me t—“
“I do” You blurted. Jin tilted his head, shocked by your eagerness. “God I want to fuck you.”
He grinned, teeth on display before licking his lips “Well be my guest”
There was no hesitation in your step. Jin would have been suspicious, but was far too distracted by the way his cock stirred as you lowered yourself in front of him.
Cupping your cheek in his hand, he slapped you lightly. Then again, enjoying the way you would recoil, cheek flushing at the impact. Grabbing a hand full of your hair he pulled you back, straining your neck as he spit onto you.
“Filthy. You’re filthy” He chuckled, reaching down to smack your tits. Your lips were glued shut, taking the hits with ease. He hissed, pulling your head suddenly and stuffing your face between his legs. He rolled his hips into you, muffling your face as you whimpered. His restrained cock pressing against your cheek. Yanking you back again he could see the hate in your eyes. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.”
He slid his foot between your thighs, pressing his calf against your trembling cunt. He moved his leg up and down, created some much needed friction as you mewled.
“Like that?” Jin chuckled. You whined, twitching as he sped up. He kneed your stomach when you didn’t respond, making you yelp. “I asked you a question”
“Yeah” Your voice was high pitched, desperate as you savored the feeling of his hard leg under you, rubbing yourself all over him. “Fuck. Jin—fuck”
“Oh” Jin snickered “Baby’s wet already?” He bent down, reaching to fondle your breasts. You gasped at his touch. He loved the sounds you would make. He pinched, pulled and smacked at you over your hoodie, all while you began to grind faster on his leg.
“Please Jin…want you really—bad” You gasped. He grabbed your jaw, turning your head painfully upwards. Grabbing his gun from his jacket, he traced the side of your face with the weapon. The cool sheen of the metal sending shivers down your spine.
“This is fully loaded baby” click. He pulled the trigger, your eyes widening “Suck it” You puckered your lips, allowing him to press the tip against them. He’d jut the barrel forward, making you whimper in fear, teasing as though he would pull the trigger.
Pulling the gun out, he licked your saliva from it, humming pleasantly before nudging it back in. Forcing your mouth open, Jin ruthlessly shoved the gun down your throat. Filling you, he held your face, not letting you move away as you began to choke all over it.
“Mmmffphh” You gagged as Jin began pumping the weapon in and out of your throat, throughly amused by how shit scared you looked.
He angled the gun up into the top of your mouth, making you wince in pain. “You look like such a dumb fucking whore right now”
Removing the gun, he released you, allowing you to fall back and catch your breath. You coughed, feeling Jin’s legs wrap around your shoulder, trapping your head into his thick thighs. His fingers combed through your hair, stroking you like a pet. Clenching into a handful, he pulled you up.
“Wanna fuck your mouth” He pressed his nose against yours “Your man’s gonna be here soon. I want you to suck my cock good, otherwise he’ll die” Roughly he dragged you under the desk, not caring as your head hit the edge of the table.
Dizzily you undid his pants, watching his long, slick cock pop out. You met his eyes, licking your lips. You flattened your tongue, allowing him to slide his hot length on. Wrapping your tongue around it like a snake. Rolling it around his girth as you hollowed your cheeks, moving back and forth. The pop when you would loosen your jaw momentarily before doing it all over again. His eyes fluttered, loving the feeling of you rapidly sucking on him.
Jin grinned, hearing the lock of the door jiggle as Yoongi stormed inside. He was absolutely enraged. Behind him Jungkook stood warily.
“Jungkook close the door. I can’t cause a scene here” Yoongi hissed. You could feel Jin’s cock twitch in your mouth as he began to push and pull you on his cock quickly.
“Min Yoongi. We finally get to truly meet each other. I’ve heard so much about you”
Yoongi gritted his teeth. “Where. Is. She.” Jin knew he won’t shoot him. Jin also knew that as long as Yoongi though he had you captive, he wouldn’t actually lay a hand on him.
“Ah well, if you want to see her, you’re gonna have to do as I—”
“Get up” Jungkook said dryly. He understood Jin’s fucked up mind too well. “Yoongi she’s here. He wouldn’t let her out of his sight if he had her” Yoongi’s eyes quivered. He grabbed the edge of the desk, using all his strength to push it aside revealing you, mouth full of cock, eagerly pumping and sucking away like a whore.
Yoongi reacted without thinking, grabbing you and pulling you away from Jin. You stumbled back while Jin got up, quickly tugging up his pants as Yoongi attempted to kick him in the balls. Jin was fast, moving to the side, but Yoongi anticipated him, running and pushing him against the wall. He swung a hard punch into his face.
Unfortunately for him, Jin was a fighter. Jin dodged him with ease, grabbing his wrist and twisting it—switching places him. The two men went at each other while you gathered yourself turning to Jungkook.
Jungkook, noticing that Yoongi was at a severe disadvantage without a gun decided to step in the fight. He yanked Jin off of Yoongi, tossing him aside.
Jin spat blood out onto the floor, grinning widely as he looked back up at Yoongi. “Come and get me kingpin” He stuck out his tongue, reaching for the door and rushing outside. Yoongi scrambled to follow him—Jungkook following behind until you quickly grabbed his sleeve, pulling him back.
“What the hell Y/n?” Jungkook snapped, stopping in his tracks.
A moment of silence passed. It was too late for Jungkook to chase after the two men now. He looked at you expectantly.
“Why were you with Yoongi?” Jungkook swallowed thickly, biting his lip. He could sense you were shaken up. “What were you doing? What did he have you do?”
Jungkook stammered, seeing your growing anger. “Y/n—“ You held your hand up, silencing him.
“Answer the question.”
“I—Yoongi wanted me to…” Jungkook paused, contemplating whether he should come clean or not. He hated being at odds with you. It felt unnatural.
“Kill Jimin?” You finished for him, scoffing at his guilty reaction. You rolled your eyes “Wow. Wow. They were right about you—you’re just a—“
“Don’t say it”—“Greedy”—“Stop.”—“Little”
Jungkook hissed, pinning you against the wall. “Please don’t. You’re the only one who doesn’t call me that. I thought you respected me. I never did anything to you.” The desperation in his voice was evident.
The two of you panted heavily, faces barely inches away. Jungkook’s eyes exchanged rapidly between your eyes and your lips. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shoot at you” His voice barely above a whisper.
“Really? That’s what you’re gonna say?” You laughed, turning away from him. “You could have killed me Jungkook. What then?”
“Don’t act all innocent Y/n” Jungkook’s face neared yours, eyes intense, burning into you “You would have screwed me over to run away with your little prince charming Yoongi” Jungkook noticed the way you froze at Yoongi’s reference. He searched your eyes. “What? What is it?”
You shook your head “Nothing. Did you do it? Did you kill Jimin?”
Jungkook sighed “No. I couldn’t find—“ You smashed your lips onto his. Hand on his jaw, drawing him into you—losing yourself in the bittersweet taste of his lips. For a moment everything seemed to disappear and you were caught in the eye of a storm, a dizzying hurricane of desire, fueled by the man in front of you.
He kissed you back earnestly, pushing his tongue into your mouth to open you up wider, allowing you to swallow his muffled groans.
Pulling away, Jungkook exhaled shakily, wiping his lips. “Shit Y/n. What happened?”
“Fuck me” You pushed onto your tippy toes, pecking at his jaw as his hands slid up your back. “Please fuck me”
Jungkook wasn’t about to say no. Not when you were asking so sweetly, blinking up at him. He noticed a scar on your cheek, tracing it with the pad of his thumb. “How did this happen?”
You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he stroked your face. “Yoongi” Jungkook’s eyes darkened. “I don’t wanna talk about it. Please Jungkook I need you” You nuzzled his neck, pushing your chest up his as much as you could.
“Shit, come here” Jungkook pat your ass slightly, prompting you to jump up into his arms. Holding you by your thighs he carried you over to the desk, laying you down carefully.
Starting at your stomach, he pushed your hoodie up, leaving a trail of kisses as he climbed over you—your heart, your chest, your shoulders, your neck—pulling the garment off as he hovered over you. “Y/n—fuck” Jungkook gasped. He stroked your jaw “You’re so fucking hot it drives me crazy”
You smirked “I know” Jungkook growled, your confidence making his cock stir as he nibbled your ear, hand sliding down to slip under your shorts. His fingers found your clit, began flicking at it gently.
“Let me hear you” Jungkook urged you as he sucked into your neck, leaving a prominent hickey. His fingers pressing perfectly against you, rubbing tight circles in a way that had your thighs trembling. Arousal coiled deep within you, causing you to sputter up loud gasps of pleasure.
“Mm—mm—Jungkook—“ He loved how your body was so responsive to his light touches. He allowed his other hand to slide behind your head, bringing your lips back to his so he could melt into your kiss again.
You fell apart in moans as Jungkook’s touches became increasingly intentional, working away at your clit faster and faster. Heat shot up into you, breaths shortening as Jungkook swallowed your every moan, every curse. Your tongues intertwining. Getting lost in each others taste.
His fingers massaged your head slightly, giving you an immense rush of affectionate relief. He touched you with a tenderness that you had lacked. Yoongi’s sweet words had done little to displace his rough treatment of your body. You could tell Jungkook was trying to give you comfort, but you could hardly take any in. Not when all you could think about was the fact the Park Jimin was likely dead. Your Jimin. Gone.
Unknowingly you began to cry. Jungkook noticed this, kissing you deeper. He pulled his hand away, fiddling with his own shorts until you could feel his cock nestled into you clothed folds. Licking away your tears, he pushed the cups of your bra up, allowing his fingers to grapple with the tender nubs. Squeezing them between his knuckles as he fondled them in his palms.
Jungkook’s heart clenched, seeing the hurt in your eyes. He wanted to take the pain away but he knew he couldn’t. He was temporary relief. Nevertheless, he was eager to please you. You had always been good to him. He cared about you. “You’re so beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful baby” He showered your face with kisses, grinding into you slowly, watching you rile up beneath him.
The collective sounds of your moans complemented the creaking of the desk as Jungkook latched onto your breast, licking softly as he watched your fucked out expression. Pushing aside your shorts, he began to ease his thick cock inside you.
“Jungkook—oh God” You tilted your head back as he filled you. Hands ruffling through his hair, gripping onto the strands as he bottomed out, gasping. For a moment he held you close. Eyes shut, feeling so good with the way you were fitting tightly around him.
He slowly pulled out, allowing you to feel the burn as his length pumped in and out of you, hitting you just where you liked it. His face rested against your neck, whispering soft praise as he continued to fuck you.
“Jimin’s dead” You choked out. Jungkook shushed you, pulling your legs around his waist so he could angle into you deeper. He filled you again, the slickness of your walls allowing him to fuck into you seamlessly. His throbbing cock shooting pleasure through your every nerve. “J-Jimin…l-loved me” Your voice was coarse. Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a sudden rush of heat at the whine in your voice.
“Sssshhh I got you baby” You cunt squelched as he impaled you over and over again, taking his time as he lowered himself closer to you, hands sliding to your low back, face pressed into your neck where he continued to leave soft kisses. “Don’t think. You’re so strong”
“W-who killed him—“ Jungkook groaned, seeing how distracted you were. “Not Hobi. Hobi wouldn’t kill Jimin, it’s not good for the label.”
“Y/n” Jungkook slipped out of you, yanking you up. Grabbing your shoulders he tossed you onto your chest, smacking your ass hard as you cried. “Dammit you really are a needy bitch huh. Won’t fucking shut up until I give it to you hard is that it? And here I was trying to be sweet”
“Don’t—“ Smack “I don’t want sweet” You whined. “Jungkook please” He chuckled bitterly, passing one last smack to your tender ass before diving his face into your cunt.
You squealed, he harshly poked his tongue at your clit before licking down your folds, shoving deep into your core. He lapped at you as you gripped the desk, letting out a loud whine as he continued to smack your thigh.
“Cum” Jungkook groaned into you, making you tremble at the command in his voice “Cum on my tongue” Smack You nodded, biting your lip as you focused on the feeling, letting the fire build within you—and before you knew it you were screaming out his name.
“J-Jungkook. Ohhhh fuck Jungkook-k—shit.” You surged onto him, cunt dripping as your entire body began to shake. Tremors of pleasure pulsing through your veins. You twitched and writhed, holding onto Jungkook’s head as your cunt throbbed, emptying your arousal into the flick of his tongue. He sucked you until you were screaming for him to stop, after which he pounced on you, licking his lips before slamming his cock inside you.
Your body swallowed him in, pussy grasping onto his cock for life as he pistoned into you. He began to whine, muffling himself into the nape of your neck, teeth grazing against your skin as he pounded into you hard.
“Shit shit baby shit” Two hard slaps to your ass had you crying out for him. He yanked your head back, looking into your eyes. “You like that? Like when I fuck you hard hm baby? Taking my big cock? Yeah?” Your eyes rolled back, trying desperately to look at him but too fucked out to even think.
“I love it. I love it fuck…more Jungkook—please” Jungkook chuckled, tongue tracing your lips.
“Needy fucking bitch. So fucking needy hm? How much you gonna take huh? I could fuck you over and over again, pump you full of cum and then what hm? You’re gonna just come back for more aren’t you?” Grabbing your hips, he let you fall forwards as he yanked you back and forth, busting his cock deeper and deeper into you.
“Want your cum Jungkook. W-want it really bad” You sputtered, drooling over the desk as Jungkook continued pulling you back onto him. He cursed, leaning over to cup your breasts. With a tight squeeze he came, groaning out as cum shot up into you, the heated pressure intoxicating. He rest his head against your back, kissing down your spine as he gently massaged the ass he so harshly abused.
“Fucking hell” Jungkook sighed, helping you up. He covered your face in soft kisses, licking away the sweat on your shoulders. You fell limp into his arms, letting him hold you as you buried yourself into his taught chest. Losing yourself in the scent of him. The high faded, even as he stroked your back, kissing the top of your head. The guilt, the pain, the sadness all came flooding back.
You laughed. Almost hysterically you buckled over into him. Jungkook held your shoulders as you cackled loudly.
Time and time again you fell a fool to awful men. Meanwhile the good one’s like the one in your arms now, you dared to doubt. “My God it’s fucking Taehyung. It’s always fucking Taehyung.”
“Taehyung’s alive?”
Nodding, you slid your hand up his chest, resting it on his heart, “Jungkook. If I told you I could bring Death Valley down. Destroy it all, Yoongi and Taehyung along with it…would you help me? Would you swear your loyalty to me?”
“Of course.” Jungkook didn’t even need to think twice—“Of course I would”
—
Back in his car, Namjoon felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Seeing it was Jungkook, he answered right away. “Hey.” Fuck man. Congrats on the album. Where you at, let’s pop some molly and celebrate? Namjoon chuckled “For sure, I’ll be heading home in a bit, gotta run some errands”
He had head over to the warehouse, in which lay a withering, beaten Park Jimin. Torturing the rockstar had been immensely fun for him the past few days. Blindfolded and tied with his arms in the air, Namjoon was able to use him as a punching bag. Hobi wouldn’t let him die. But it was still fun.
Today he was even more excited, knowing he broke Jimin’s records, was seen in public with his girlfriend. All these things had his ego inflating rapidly. Finally he was going to have it all.
The way Namjoon saw it, he deserved everything that was happening to him. He worked hard. Hustled for his money. Based his music on true emotions, fueled often by you or his situation. He was incredibly exhausted of things not going his way.
The last thing on his list was you. You were clearly into him, considering that you had kissed him in the car. That every time it was you making the first move. He had been an idiot to not catch onto it sooner.
You were in love with him. All this time it had been you who urged him to follow his dreams, to stay away from the drugs and the fighting. You were his rock. His lucky charm. He only wished he had realized sooner.
Little did Namjoon know that he was being followed. Jungkook was careful as he trailed Namjoon. Once Namjoon left, Jungkook creeped inside the warehouse, careful to look for any other gang members.
He was almost certain Hobi was still there, nevertheless he walked in to see Jimin, head hanging low— limbs exhausted from being suspended in the air. Eyes covered with a dark cloth. It was a sight to behold.
Normally Jungkook would have been thrilled seeing Jimin in such a sorry state, but knowing how heartbroken you had been at the thought of him being dead, he was moreso relieved to find the star on the verge of life. Quickly he ran to him, removing his blindfold and untying his restrains. Jimin slumped over Jungkook’s shoulder, allowing him to carry the unconscious body to his car. Grabbing a bottle of water, he pressed it to his lips.
“Don’t die you fucking asshole” Jungkook muttered. He genuinely didn’t understand why you were so into Jimin. But that wasn’t any of his business. He was making a change. He was not letting you down ever again. Jimin stirred, eyes fluttering open.
Gunshots rang. Jungkook turned to see Hobi shooting at him. “Fuck” He strapped Jimin into the passenger seat, stepping on the gas to whir away from the ricocheting bullets. Hobi hopped onto a motorcycle, chasing after them.
“W-what’s going on?” Jimin groaned, coughing as he clutched his stomach. Muscles throbbing with pain. Jungkook rolled his eyes, ignoring the question to instead peek into his rearview mirror. Hobi had almost caught up to them, shooting towards his taillights. Jungkook lowered the window of his car, eyes oscillating from the road to the mirror before he swiftly swung his hand back, shooting rapidly at the approaching vehicle.
Jimin rubbed his eyes, turning to see the action go down “Okay. Dumbass. Can you fucking drive? Give me the gun” Shrugging, Jungkook handed him the device. He had never actually seen Jimin in action. Part of him was intrigued. Jimin looked into the mirror. “God I look so fucked up—my hair holy sh—“
“Are you serious right now Park?” Jungkook growled, speeding the accelerator. Hobi was at their back wheel. Jimin chuckled, pulling the trigger of the gun.
“Watch and learn rat boy” Licking his lips, Jimin kicked open the car door. Steadily, he aimed the gun. With one bullet, Hobi’s tire punctured, causing him to spin off the road. “Amateurs” He muttered, blowing at the barrel of the gun.
Jungkook’s eyebrows were raised with impressed shock. “Where are you taking me? What the fuck is going on?” Jimin snapped, slamming the door shut.
“I’m taking you to Y/n. I’ll catch you up on everything. Shit is fucking insane”
Jimin sighed. “Is she okay? She didn’t get hurt did she?” Jungkook pursed his lips, glancing at him briefly. Jimin understood from the look alone.
“FUCK. I should’ve been there for her” Jimin groaned. “Get me to her as fast as you can. Please”
—
You sat quietly in the studio, three lines of cocaine down, blunt pressed to your lips. Jungkook had assured you he would do some digging into Hobi to find out what happened to Jimin. Looking up, you smiled weakly as Namjoon entered.
“Hey” He sighed, tilting your face up for a kiss. You moved away. “What?”
“Sorry I just…had I rough day okay” You sighed, taking a hit and allowing the soft smoke to fade out of your lips. “Not in the mood” Namjoon nodded, taking your hand into his.
“You wanna talk about it?” Shaking your head, you leaned against his chest, listening to the steady, sane beat of his heart.
“I’m really happy for you Joon” You mumbled. “I really am it’s just—“ Your voice broke. “Jimin’s missing—I think he’s dead and I—“
Namjoon scowled. How could you be thinking about Jimin on a day like this? Today was his day. You were so happy for him this morning, what the hell had changed?
The door opened. You almost fell of your chair. You were clearly high. There was no fucking way.
“Baby” Jimin exhaled. Jimin had insisted Jungkook take him home to shower first. He did not want to arrive to you looking like a pathetic, malnourished mess. He cleaned up, hair still slightly wet, dressed in a t-shirt and sweats. Comforting, real, Park Jimin. Your eyes filled with tears. Namjoon grabbed your wrist to keep you from falling.
He spread his arms open. You yanked yourself out of Namjoon’s hold, jumping into his arms. You breathed in his scent, wanting to drown in him. Crying you held onto him for dear life as he swung you around, lips glued to yours. Eyes shut, hearts aching with longing.
You cupped his face, staring into his eyes incredulously. Jimin pressed his forehead against yours, smiling fondly as his hands rested lightly at your waist.
“God I missed you so much” He mumbled, pulling you back into another hug. You cried into his chest. Jimin sent Namjoon a kind smile, which was very much not reciprocated. He was too caught up in reuniting with you to notice the way Namjoon’s fists were balled up, ready to punch a wall.
Breaking the embrace, you held his hands “Yoongi—Jin—I—”
“I know baby. Jungkook told me everything. I won’t let either of them touch you okay, you’re safe now” He kissed your cheek “Come on, let’s go home.” Sliding his arm around your shoulder, he led you out of the studio.
The two of you walked off leaving behind a man wretched. A man who then broke into a fit of screams.
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a/n: ok yeah that wasnt that good of a cliffhanger sorry. i know yall are prolly like jimin smut??? sis??? next time ok. so much jimin smut ok.
so. thoughts??? namjoon sir are you GOOD???? jungkook yay??? yoongi and jin wtf??? taehyung and hobi!!!???? (if you’re confused about the tae-hobi-joon thing, basically tae and hobi are working together. namjoon thinks hes working with hobi but doesnt know tae is involved. yet)
let me know your thoughts & theories!!! thanks for reading. you are a sexy human. have a great day!
summary: In this 7 part story, you’ll meet the deadliest jopok or organised crime gang in the whole of South Korea. Being responsible for ¾ of all incoming drugs and artillery into the country, BTS is also made out of high ranking politicians and powerful business owners. Their path has since become the exact opposite than that of the previous jopok that run the country. Instead of earning money through protection fees, they now protect the high elite of Korea, trading with different countries and earning themselves the spot of the most powerful gang to exist in the land.
warnings: Psychologically disturbing, sex, drugs, alcohol, violence and dark themes.
chapter 0 - get to know the members of BTS
Namjoon’s the chairman of the chaebol RM, a company conglomerate with multiple enterprises under the hold of his closest friends, responsible for over 15% of South Korea’s GDP, and a symbolic star tattoo peaking from underneath his white crisp shirt, across his heart. On the outskirts of Seoul, an empty abandoned looking warehouse stands tall on the deserted area. And in between shelves of bulky old spines, various rich liquor bottles and a vast artillery, they’re jopok or BTS, a mafia with heavy influence on the capital’s underground and illicit scene.
Yoongi’s the CEO of a producing studio in charge of the hits on Billboard’s top 10. He’s also the one who deals with the logistics, trade negotiations and traffic of both drugs, arms and information. But beyond, Yoongi is Namjoon’s right arm, best friend, half brother and greatest ally. Coming from a poor household in the Jung District, getting caught in the streets by kkangpae, small street gangs, wasn’t a surprise. But growing a voice inside of it, getting space to run on his own, made him a name to be heard through mouths - and that was a surprise. It didn’t take much for him to move to Seoul and get in contact with Namjoon. Over 10 years later, he was a grown man with a vast property under his surname, watching the street lights from the windows ceiling high of his penthouse while a tingling sensation comes from the star symbol inked on the inside of his forearm.
Seokjin is the oldest, owner and chef at the very famous rooftop restaurant in the middle of Gangnam. He’s the one dealing with the entrance of products, both arms, drugs and dealers inside South Korea through the port or airplanes. He’s the wisemen, the efficient calculative cold men who everyone goes to for sharp decision making. You see, Jin’s the one who used to get beat up by his dad before he made the one way 3 second decision to leave everything behind to wander off along roads instead of living that life. He’s good with rapid one way outs, so the boys responsible for the groundwork would see him as a mentor, even if he had never shot a single man, because that star tattoo on his ankle still classifies him as such.
Hoseok is the loudest and most sagacious of them all. He owns a luxury glamorous packed full club in the richest side of Gangnam, filled with celebrities, actors and idols. Other than that, he’s responsible for the distribution of drugs on the streets, from party ones like weed and LSD to harsh like heroine to the underground. Hoseok was always the one dealing snacks during break at kinder garden, the tests’ answers during high school, pre-made projects during university. He’s fast, quick, intelligent enough to never get caught. On the back of the club with the right men, Hoseok was strict and serious - different than the cheeky grin plastered on his face while dancers half naked moved around underneath the black light that reflected the black ink of the star on the back of his neck.
Jimin is the brave fresh pair of eyes to Busan’s politics. He ascended from the Growth Strategy Headquarters at the Mayor’s office and in less than a year, had risen to the position of Vice Mayor for Economic Affairs, controlling all decisions made from ports logistics, employment rates to industry growth. Apart from that, he’s also the one responsible for the money laundering through construction and fisheries, which has become incredibly easy with his current position. He’s been the one calling the shots in the second largest city in South Korea, being the pair of eyes for the jopok in the south, which his star tattoo on the back of his calf can attest for.
Taehyung, a new advanced technology company’s CEO that’s responsible for coding and hiding the business’ secrets in the deep web is also the main sniper, the one who has most deaths hanging on his shoulders, with the star tattoo digging in between his shoulder blades. He was caught by Namjoon in the deep underground, but no one knows what he did beforehand or what he was rescued from. With a happy go lucky boxy smile, Taehyung’s cold when it comes to murder - switching like on and off whenever his fingers are closed against the barrel of a gun.
Jungkook, owner of a luxe business hotel chain where the biggest company owners come to stay. He’s the youngest of them all, but also the quickest and quietest. Responsible for collecting information and trading deals in between the jopok and other businesses, he has to be hard to read but fast with his glance. With an introvert mannerism, Namjoon caught him from the shadows amongst professional poker players. With such a young face and a way with shotguns, he was a perfect fit. A newbie on the business, he was still being watched with scrutiny and analyzed over and over. But somehow, was still unreadable, even if the star tattoo on his biceps made him an open book.
And hiding on top of glass skyscrapers, inside choppers that sped through the skies, underneath silk sheets, behind closed sandalwood doors, while sipping Macallan 1946, BTS continued on illegality, making deals overseas and shipping containers filled with arms and drugs over the Pacific - all the while owning the biggest companies responsible for the economic growth of South Korea.
next: made of glass - jungkook (m)
author’s note: welcome back, i guess? this is a plot i developed a long time ago and found recently. i want to thank @pepiygs for the help with this idea. this story is very lightly inspired by the real ‘the seven stars’, a gang that still exists in south korea to this day (mainly the name & m.o.). i hope you guys enjoy this idea. don’t forget to let me know through my messages, reblogs or anywhere you’d like :-)
Genre: Action Adventure, Romance, Comedy, Angst
Rating: PG-13 - M
Warnings: violence, immoral and unethical behavior, smut (eventually), mild language
Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Jimin x oc, Taehyung x oc
Notes: mafia!bts / gang!bts au. Not idol!bts. Same goes for VIXX. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking.
Additional Notes: The outfit Jungkook wears to the club is from the Love Yourself Tear O version jacket shooting. Taehyung is wearing the Airplane Pt 2 MV outfit. Jimin is wearing the white denim outfit from Fake Love MV and Jhope is wearing the outfit from the Fake Love MV Teaser.
Summary: How could something so bad taste so sweet? All you wanted was an iced white chocolate mocha no whip extra ice on a hot summer’s day.
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After a night out with your coworkers Sunshine and Raven, some liquid courage, and a mental pep talk, you were finally sitting outside the winery in the fresh air and dialing Jungkook’s number. You stood there in the cool night air asking yourself were you really about to call a tech geek and flirt with him? Here you were, coming up with some lame excuse to go see him.
“Hello?”
“Hello, is this Jeon Jungkook?”
“...........Who wants to know?”
His response being a question to your own question threw you for a loop. Definitely not the response you were expecting. Blushing and starting to panic, the wine was making it hard for you to focus as you tried to stutter out in explanation,
“O--Oh. This is the girl from the cafe just earlier today. Cafe Fantasia? We bumped into each other? Y--You gave me your card.”
And it was like the difference between night and day. Suddenly his tone was much lighter and he even chuckled a bit from what you could hear on the other end. Feeling relief wash over you, the sounds of rustling could be heard before he said happily,
“Aaahhh. Yes yes. The cutie pie from the cafe. Yes, I remember now. What can I do for you?”
The way he asked had you blushing. It wasn’t helping that the wine was already making you warm under the collar. Shamelessly fanning your face with your free hand and grateful that he couldn’t see you through the phone, you replied with the lines you had rehearsed in your head about a dozen times since the night began,
“Well----It’s my laptop. I think it might have a virus. But I don’t know for sure. It’s just kind of acting funny. I was wondering if you could take a look at it.”
“Sure thing, cutie. Wanna set up an appointment? I could get you in on Saturday.”
You looked down at his business card because you were pretty sure he didn’t include Saturdays as part of his working hours. Frowning with eyebrows knitted in confusion, you spoke up slowly,
“But you don’t work on Saturdays.”
“I know. But for a lovely lady like you, I’m willing to make an exception to the rule.”
Okay......This was totally not how you saw this conversation going. You were supposed to be the one to flirt with him but it was like he had totally turned the tables on you. Was he openly flirting with you??? It was almost impossible to believe. It was only when you heard his smooth, deep voice on the other end of the line that you finally snapped out of it.
“Babe? You still there?”
“Uh---- Ye-Yeah. I’m here. Um.....Wa--What time on Saturday?”
You could hear him chuckling and your face only felt warmer still. He was laughing at your stuttering, wasn’t he? Aish. The jerk. He probably had a super smug smile on that stupid handsome face of his too. Trying to control your heart and prevent yourself from passing out on the spot, you finally heard him reply casually,
“Eh, any time after lunch will work. I’m going to be home all day so no need for a specific time.”
“Okay. I’ll.....I’ll see you Saturday, then. Thank you so much, Jungkook.”
“Anytime, babe. Have a good night.”
“Y--You too.”
The rest of the week went extremely slow. It was hard to focus on your work as you jumped back and forth between feeling guilty for lying and nervous because you were going to be in extremely close proximity to a really handsome young man. You just didn’t know how to read him. His appearance screamed bad boy but his manners.....Well.....you were pretty sure he was trying to flirt with you that night.
Finally, Saturday was here and you spent your entire morning trying to figure out what to wear. Did you want to dress to impress or just keep it casual? This wasn’t a date. This was literally you lying so you could spend a couple minutes with him. Because if he really was a tech geek, it wasn’t going to take him very long to realize you had lied or that you’re just really dumb.
“Should I do something with my hair or leave it alone? Gah. This is stupid! How old am I, anyway?”
Finally steeling yourself up and settling for a dressy casual look, you decided to just blow dry your hair and let it fall however it wanted. This wasn’t a date. This wasn’t a date. Those were the words you chanted to yourself as you stared back in the full length mirror. You’re just there to spend enough time with him to see if maybe he’s someone you’re interested in pursuing.
You weren’t getting any younger and to be completely honest, you were lonely. You were bored and lonely. Sunshine and Raven could only help cure that boredom for so long when they had lives of their own to live. You had moved away from family so they were miles and miles away.
What did that leave you? With no one. Not even a pet dog or cat. So now it was time to start looking for that special someone before they were all picked over. Or at least that’s what you were telling yourself.
After walking to your car in the apartment complex’s parking garage, you had talked yourself out of doing this at least five times. To boot, when you finally climbed into your car, you realized you had completely forgotten the laptop. That would have made you look real good, wouldn’t it?
Dear god this was a horrible idea. How were you going to function when you saw him? If you couldn’t even get this far, how were you going to handle facing him and even more so......being in the same room as him???
Then it hit you. Finally having grabbed your laptop and plopping it in the passenger seat, you sat there with both hands on the steering wheel as a dreadful thought entered your mind. What if he just expected you to drop off your laptop and pick it up several days later? What if you were getting all dolled up for nothing?
You were on the verge of crying in frustration as the tears threatened to well up in your eyes. You felt pitiful. Downright pitiful. Was this really your life right now? Sniffling and trying to pull yourself together, you decided to follow through with your plan and hope for the best. At least you could say you tried.
After punching in the address printed on his business card, it didn’t take you long to realize that, one, his office was located fairly close to where you lived and, two, his office appeared to be.....an apartment building? Perhaps his apartment was also his office? Blinking in utter confusion and curiosity, you decided to drive a bit further to find a parking spot on the street and just walk from there. It was a nice day after all.
With your laptop clutched to your chest, you managed to find Jungkook’s room number and tried your best to knock without revealing how nervous you were. Dear lord this was happening. You couldn’t remember the last time you tried to flirt with a guy. To say you were rusty would be the understatement of the year. Heart pounding in your throat, you watched the door open only to reveal.....well....Not quite what you were expecting.
“Ah! Cutie pie! So glad you were able to find me. Come on in.”
“J-Jungkook. You’re still eating. I didn’t mean to bother you.”
There he stood with a smile on his face despite mid chewing on what you could only assume was his late lunch. You should have known you would come at a bad time. Why? Because that was just the way your luck ran. As usual, he was dressed in all black but a lot more casual this time around. Plain black t-shirt with black basketball shorts. Shaking his head, he swallowed and quickly waved for you to come in.
“Ani ani. Don’t be silly. I was just finishing up, actually. Come on in and let’s take a look at that laptop.”
So much for looking all cool, calm, and collected. Suddenly feeling extremely warm, you did your best to step forward and through the doorway. You were happy you could take a minute to distract yourself and bow your head as you timidly slipped your shoes off. During this time, you heard him close the door behind you and asked casually,
“Can I offer you something to drink? I have bottled water, orange juice, Coke. Or I could brew up some coffee.”
“Um.....I’ll take a bottle of water, thanks.”
The last thing you needed right now was caffeine. You were already jumpy and jittery enough as it was thanks to your fried and frazzled nerves. Taking a timid seat on the couch, you sat there trying not to bounce your leg while your laptop was still clutched to your chest like a teddy bear. Looking around, you took a moment to soak up your surroundings.
A soft R&B tune came from the fancy sound system he had surrounding his huge screen TV. It was more than obvious that he loved his technology. No wonder he was a tech geek who worked on computers and stuff. The apartment was decorated in a nice, clean minimalist look and it screamed Jungkook. Shades of black, white, and gray. Looking over to your right, you could see a diffuser releasing scented steam and surprisingly, the smell didn’t give you a headache.
You had no idea Jungkook was such a........sensual guy? Was sensual the word you were looking for? The soft music combined with the aromatherapy......it all just seemed really sensual to you. Not behavior you’d expect from a guy who dressed the way Jungkook did. But then again......they always did say never to judge a book by it’s cover and that was exactly what you were doing.
“Here’s your water. I sort of turned it into ice water. Hope that was okay.”
You blushed when you heard him softly snort in amusement while taking a seat next to you. You were grateful that he kept a safe distance so that your thighs or feet weren’t touching. Taking a couple sips of your water, you were actually quite pleased with the fact that it contained plenty of ice. It would help keep you cool as much as possible. Carefully setting your glass down on the coaster located on the coffee table, you timidly handed over your laptop.
“Ah, yes. The laptop that’s acting funny. Let’s take a look here and see what we got.”
Gosh what if he realized you were fibbing? That this was all just some lame excuse to come see him? You were once again trying to keep your leg from bouncing like a jackhammer as you watched him flip open your laptop and turn it on. Thankfully, you had been smart enough to make sure it was fully charged before bringing it over.
While he worked, which you had no idea what he was doing, you couldn’t help but notice how focused he was. In fact......It was pretty hot. Sexy even. Especially when his eyebrows would furrow together in concentration. His doe eyes quickly flicked all over your laptop screen while he worked.
Unbeknownst to you, he was simply running a few different scans; looking for viruses. This wasn’t the first time one of his clients swore up and down they had a virus when really they just had a bunch of junk on their hard drive that was slowing their computer down. While waiting for a disk defragment to finish up, he leaned back into the couch and asked casually,
“Enjoying your weekend so far?”
You decided it would be best to take a drink of your chilled water before answering. This was the first time since he started working that you’d have to speak. Holding your glass in your lap as if it would keep you grounded, you smiled a bit timidly and nodded.
“Yeah. I am. How about you?”
“Eh. It’s just another day. I don’t usually do a whole lot on the weekends.”
“Oh? Gosh. I seem to be busiest on the weekends. That’s usually when I get to run all my errands and clean my apartment.”
Realizing he never asked to know such information, you immediately blushed and quickly ducked your head to stare at your glass, suddenly finding it quite interesting. Knowing you weren’t looking, Jungkook allowed himself to sport a wide bunny smile of amusement. You were just too cute.
“Well, I must admit, my apartment didn’t look this clean when I first woke up this morning.”
He chuckled softly while he started using the touch mouse pad once again on your laptop. Suddenly looking up from your glass, you watched him with amazement as he just continued to smile in casualness. Did that mean he cleaned up the place especially for you or was cleaning just a part of his Saturday morning routine? You tried not to think too much into it.
“Okay, I think your laptop is safe. I couldn’t find any viruses but I did clean up your drive a good bit. So if anything, it should run a lot faster and smoother now.”
Just like that, it was time to say goodbye. It all ended so soon. You were almost finished with your water so you couldn’t even use that as an excuse to stay just a little bit longer. Smiling and setting down the glass, you carefully took your laptop from him and couldn’t help but notice how his fingers brushed up against your own. Dear god your face felt so warm. So embarrassing. Clearing your throat, you carefully set your laptop to the side and started to dig around in your purse.
“Thank you so much, Jungkook ssi. How much do I owe you?”
You were surprised to hear him chuckling so softly and looked up to see him sporting a smile that you couldn’t quite translate. His eyes crinkled in the corners and his nose scrunched up a bit. He looked absolutely adorable, honestly. It was hard to believe he was the same man you bumped into at the cafe; looking all bad boyish and stuff. There appeared to be nothing bad about Jungkook at all. He seemed like a really nice guy.
“First of all, you really don’t have to be so formal. Jungkook is just fine. And secondly, I’ve been thinking about that and I was wondering.......”
Now it was his turn to be shy and timid. You watched him fiddle with the hem of his over sized t-shirt as he bit his bottom lip in thought; choosing his words as wisely as he could. Finally making eye contact with you, he said a bit sheepishly,
“I was wondering if you’d accompany me tonight. There’s this club I haven’t been to in awhile. Club Hope World. It’s a really cool place. It’s clean and strictly forbids underage drinking and they have a lot of fun dance battles. It’s a really great time but I didn’t want to go alone. I know you said you’re busy on the weekends but I----”
“I want to go.”
It was completely silent in the apartment as the two of you stared at each other. Jungkook stared on in shock and surprise while you sat there staring like a deer in the headlights. What did you just say? Did you actually say you’d go? To a club??? You hadn’t been to a club since your college days. Granted that wasn’t too long ago but still. Smiling sheepishly and trying not to fan your heated face, you repeated a little more confidently,
“I want to go with you.”
That seemed to snap the poor boy back to reality as he blinked his doe eyes and cleared his throat. Adjusting himself in his spot next to you, he soon sported a bright smile and replied with eagerness,
“Great! I’ll pick you up later tonight. Here----Let me put my number in your phone and you can put yours in mine. Then you can just text me your address and I can let you know when I’ll be picking you up.”
The whole thing felt like a dream as you both handed over your cell phones and started adding each other into your contacts. Was this really happening? Were you adding your number to a guy’s phone? And was that very same and very handsome guy putting his number in your phone??? Yes. Yes he was. Wow! Talk about a score! By the time you had your own phone back in your hands, you were smiling like an idiot.
“Cool! Now all I need is your address.”
Duh. Of course that’s what he was waiting on. Trying to pull yourself together and get your head out of the clouds, you focused once more on looking him up only to find he wasn’t there. That’s odd. You scrolled up and down through the J section of your contact list and eventually looked up to say softly in confusion,
“You’re not in here. Did you just not hit save?”
“Oh I’m definitely in there. Scroll down to your S’s.”
With knitted eyebrows and your expression one of confusion and curiosity, you did as he said and scrolled down to the S section of your contacts. Instantly you were able to point him out. Without being able to control yourself, you snorted softly and immediately covered your mouth before saying in amusement,
“Super Hot Tech Guy? Really, Jungkook? Aigoo.”
You were shaking your head while he just smiled and that bunny-like nose of his scrunched up; clearly pleased with himself. Not that you were about to tell him, but you actually liked the title. It fit him perfectly. He was super hot and he was a tech guy. Smiling like an idiot once more, you started to send him a text that would contain your address. After hitting the send button, you looked up at him and announced happily,
“Should be pinging your phone any second now.”
“Hmm......Yep! Got it!”
Due to......reasons, Jungkook immediately recognized two things about your address. One, you didn’t live that far away from him. Not quite walking distance but it was a very short driving distance all at the same time. Two, you lived in the shadier part of this particular area. Good thing he didn’t live far away, then. Part of him wondered why you would live in such an area. Perhaps it was all you could afford.
“Cool. I’ll pick you up later tonight. It’ll be well after dinner hours since that’s when all the fun starts. But don’t worry, I’ll text you before I leave here.”
“Sounds like a plan, Jungkook.”
There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you’d need every second of precious time you could get between now and then to help prepare yourself for what was to come. You’d have to pick an outfit, do your hair, and maybe even look into putting some makeup on. Good lord you didn’t know which was more nerve wracking. Getting ready to meet him today or getting ready to go clubbing for the first time in like three years.
“Thanks again, Jungkook. I really appreciate you taking the time out of your weekend to look at it. I hope I didn’t disrupt your day.”
He softly snorted once more while watching you clutch your laptop right back to your chest like you had done earlier. Your cheeks burned as he flashed you that charming bunny-like smile. Shaking his head in amusement, he said casually,
“You did no such thing. If anything, I should be thanking you for practically dragging you along with me to a club just because I’m lonely.”
“Ani ani. I’m happy to go. Since my friends both have stuff to do this weekend, I’m pretty much lonely too.”
“Oh? Well then......that just means I have you all to myself then, doesn’t it?”
Dear god you were gonna pass out from overheating if he didn’t shut the hell up. With a soft laugh and clutching the laptop even closer to your chest like some kind of security blanket, you briefly bit your bottom lip before saying a little too quickly and an octave too high,
“Well I should go. Thanks again for everything.”
“Not a problem, cutie. I’ll see you later tonight.”
You didn’t risk saying anything else as you practically power walked to the door where your shoes were. All you wanted to do was stuff your face in a freezer to help yourself cool off. How on Earth were you going to survive tonight? Then again, you had asked yourself several times this morning how were you going to survive being in the same room as him and here you are barely surviving that.
While your back was turned as you slipped your shoes on and gathered your things up, Jungkook could only smile and silently laugh as he watched you. You really were the cutest thing he had ever seen. It would be fun playing with you. That’s for sure. So easy to fluster. After waving you off, he smirked to himself but a sense of fondness and endearment was there settling somewhere in his chest. Perhaps you were playing with him.
“I just did that.........I really just did that......”
You sat there in your car still parked on the side of the street as you took a few minutes to process what the hell just happened. A super hot tech guy just asked you out. His number was in your phone and......Your mind was just blown by all of this. Here you had been panicking all morning long that you weren’t even going to get two minutes with him and now you were going to a club with him. Life really did work in strange ways.
Indeed, you spent the whole afternoon trying to prepare for this one night. Clothing. That was going to be the hardest part. Ever since you graduated from college, all you did was work. Work, work, work. All work and very little play. Your job was wonderful but honestly you were being extremely underpaid if you were to be true with yourself.
So your biggest task for the day was to pick an outfit that didn’t make you look like you were heading for a business conference. That was proving to be harder than you anticipated. Clothes were scattered everywhere to the point where it looked like someone had ransack the place. You would try something on but then immediately take it off and this process repeated for quite some time. Just when you were sitting on your bed and about to make an emergency run to the department store, something caught your eye.
It was a cardigan. An old cardigan you had saved from your college days. It was too pretty and too expensive for you to just give away or to drop off at the local charity store so you kept it; hidden deep within the confines of your closet. It didn’t exactly scream club night but it also didn’t scream business conference either. Not to mention you really didn’t want to spend money on clothing if you didn’t have to. You could make this work after all.
Finding a black, sleeveless dress shirt to where the fabric cascaded down your chest, you put a crap ton of deodorant on before slipping your arms through the sleeves of your cardigan. It was a deep maroon color that accented your complexion perfectly. Now for some pants. Pants, pants, pants......Most of your bottoms consisted of pencil skirts or dress pants. Crap. You were so close to completing this outfit. You couldn’t fail now.
“A-ha!”
Just a little further down the row of clothing, you found an old pair of skinny jeans. They were black and ripped in the knees a bit because that’s the style you were in to back in the day. But could you even still fit into them? Why were they still hanging up in the back of your closet? Perhaps it was a sign that you were meant to wear them tonight? Either way, you held your breath as you slipped them on and thank the good lord above they still fit you.
There. The hardest part of the mission was over. Or so you thought.
Your hair. What should you do with your hair? This was starting to look and sound like this morning all over again. When all you had to do was work your life away, appearance was pretty cut and dry. You figured it would be pretty hot inside with all the bodies dancing around and such, so perhaps your typical bun would work? Maybe you could spruce it up with some curls hanging in your face? Yeah. That could work. Let’s do that! You got this! It’s all under control now.
After some bobby pins and tons of hairspray, you had your hair perfectly in place just like every other morning when getting ready for work. The curls that framed your bare face seemed out of place but you were trying your best to seem.....casual? You stared back at yourself in the mirror and that’s when the second guessing started up again. The self-doubt and wondering if this was such a good idea.
“No! I’m doing this. I got this far. He asked me. That’s got to count for something. I can do this and I will.”
After the small pep talk, you then decided to try and eat something before applying any makeup. No sense in putting lipstick on if food was just going to wipe it all off. Not to mention make said food taste like lipstick. Gross.
After downing a bowl of ramyeon, you brushed your teeth and used a ton of mouth wash before finally getting around to putting on some makeup. Deciding there was no need to go all out since it’d probably be dark in the club, you kept it pretty simple. Just your usual routine for when you got ready for work. Once finished, you stood there in the mirror in your bathroom and took a deep sigh of relief.
“I’m ready.”
Just like he had said, Jungkook arrived super late and you wondered if you were even going to make it the whole night through. Being someone who worked themselves to death, you weren’t exactly night owl material. Thank goodness tomorrow was Sunday. At least you could sleep in if needed. You had received his text and a little less than 10 minutes later, he was parked out front waiting on you.
‘Wow. He looks amazing!’
‘Oh god. She’s too cute.’
There Jungkook stood, leaning against the passenger side door and ready to be a gentleman and help you into his car. His attire for the night was pretty simple yet literally flashy all at the same time. He wore a v-neck white t-shirt and black jeans that hugged his thighs in all the right ways. Over the t-shirt he wore a deep red jacket that sparkled under the night lights. He looked like the pride and glory of Satan himself standing there all dark and confident. You couldn’t help but notice his hair was styled and he himself wore a bit of makeup. Dang.
You were too cute in his eyes. Clearly you didn’t get out much. What with your cute cardigan and your hair all up in a tight, neat bun. In fact, you wore your hair just like that the day he not-so-accidentally bumped into you at the cafe. Although he noticed you tried to mix it up a bit by letting some hair fall into your face which appeared to already be driving you nuts as you tried to tuck the soft locks behind your ear.
“Well don’t you look adorable.”
“Th---Thanks. You look really nice too.”
Curse you and your stupid stuttering. You gripped your clutch purse with white knuckles as you flashed him a bashful smile. This was going to be a long night that was probably going to leak into early morning when your butt would normally be in bed sleeping. Oh boy. You blinked when he suddenly leaned off the car, which was actually super nice by the way, and lifted his hand to reach out to you. Your heart pounding as you tried to figure out what he was doing.
“Just one thing I noticed here......”
The next thing you knew, your hair was falling and cascading all around you as he took out every bobby pin and the hair tie that was holding your perfect hair bun in place. Your mouth hanging open as he came back around to smile at you while holding all the hair accessories in his hands. Wow his hands were even pretty.....
“Jungkook!! I worked hard on that! Why’d you do that!?!?”
“You need to lighten up and let loose a little, cutie. You’re too uptight.”
Squaring your shoulders and folding your arms across you chest, you sported a loud pout before saying stubbornly,
“I am not uptight. This is just my unique style, okay?”
“Props for loving yourself but you’re too pretty to be dressing like your grandma. Come on. I know someone who can help us.”
You didn’t know whether you wanted to blush and giggle like a schoolgirl or punch him in the throat. He had just complimented you and insulted you all in one sentence. However, as he stood there smirking and opening the passenger door for you, you grumbled and muttered while climbing in,
“I don’t dress like my grandmother.”
Having no clue where he was taking you, you decided to focus on his appearance once again. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that he was actually wearing color. Not to mention that makeup. Dang. You wondered if someone had done it for him. Having nothing else better to do, you decided to try and get back at him by saying with a bit of attitude,
“I can’t believe you own something other than black.”
Your initial response was a soft snort of amusement. Sneaking a glance, you noticed his nose was scrunched up in that adorable bunny-like fashion and it made your heart leap. How could one man look so devilishly handsome and adorably cute all at the same time?? How?!
“If you can believe this, yellow is my favorite color.”
It was like staring at the biggest, loudest oxymoron you had ever laid eyes on. Jungkook, a man who was dark and mysterious, loved the color yellow? Yellow, one of the brightest colors imaginable. It just didn’t make any sense. Trying not to grin too much, you asked as casually as you could,
“Do you ever wear yellow?”
“Nah. I don’t think it looks right on me. I prefer sticking to dark colors.”
Now long over Jungkook’s little stunt of undoing all your hard work on your hair, you watched as he drove you both through a part of town you were unfamiliar with. Eventually, he parked along the side of the street and turned the engine off. With a wide smile and mischievous glint in his dark doe eyes, he announced happily,
“We’re here.”
Deciding it’d do no good to ask questions, you simply rolled your eyes while unbuckling yourself and climbing out. Once he had locked the car, he motioned for you to follow him up to a small and quaint looking storefront. It appeared to be a beauty boutique of some kind. Oh boy. You knew where this was going. So much for all your efforts to look nice. You totally didn’t dress like a grandma.......Did you???
Walking in, you listened to the bells chime against the door and took a moment to soak the place in. Yep. It was definitely a beauty boutique. There were two salon stations to the right and a couple mani pedi stations to the left. The decor was very......unique. You could only imagine who the store owner was and what they looked like. You jumped a bit when your date called out casually,
“Taehyung-ah! Get out here!”
“You brat! How dare you address me without honor......Ohh.”
Oh dear lord.
The man standing before you was......different. You didn’t know how else to say it without sounding rude. His attire screamed Arabian Nights with how baggy they were. Granted he pulled the look off really well. Glasses were perched on his nose but you had the distinct feeling those were just for looks as well. His eyes were sharp as they took you in; feeling like he was staring into your very soul.
“Tae, I need your help.”
“Yes I can see that.”
“I’m taking her to Hope World so.....work your magic, will you?”
“Ooohhh. Hobi hyung’s dance club, huh? You got it. I’ll fix her right up.”
“Yah! Will you two stop talking about me like I’m not literally standing right here?!”
With the two of them chuckling, you pouted and watched the male named Taehyung reach out for you and gently took both of your hands in his. Lifting one up to place a gentle kiss to your knuckles, he said with a charming smile,
“Don’t worry, love. You’re in good hands now. Come. Follow me to the back.”
Before following him, you looked over your shoulder to see a very smug looking Jungkook as he winked before turning away to lounge in one of the salon chairs. Jerk.
While you watched Taehyung flip through racks and racks of clothing, occasionally pulling an article out to inspect it only to put it right back, you noticed that he definitely had a natural talent for stuff like this. You could understand why Jungkook brought you here. Speaking of, it was Taehyung’s question that brought you out of your little daydream.
“So how do you know Jungkookie?”
“Oh um----We bumped into each other at a cafe and he gave me his business card. I had him check out my laptop earlier today because it’s been acting funny.”
“Hmm. What a fortunate coincidence for you, eh?”
You pouted when you realized he had just called you out on your lame and pathetic attempt to spend time with the boy. Had you really been that obvious? What if Jungkook realized it too? What if he knew all along your laptop was fine but was just playing along to......Ugh. You felt like such a loser. Your self-esteem now successfully shot all to hell, you suddenly turned on your heel and started to make your way out.
“Hey whoa whoa whoa. Don’t be like that. I was just teasing. Get back here. I have a job to do.”
You wanted to fight back. To rip your wrist out of his hold. But upon looking into the male’s eyes, you could spot sincerity and so you stayed. Silence followed as you watched Taehyung pick out piece after piece and you wondered how he could tell your sizes. Perhaps he was just that good. As he finally picked out a leather jacket, he said casually,
“Okay I think we’re ready. Be a doll and take these and try them on. The dressing room is just on the other side of this curtain here.”
Nodding in understanding, you carried the somewhat heavy pile of clothing and stepped through the curtain. Dang. There was a full length mirror on all three walls. Taking a deep breath, you placed the pile on the bench in front of you and started to shed your own clothing. Not gonna lie, you were a little hurt because you had put so much effort into your ensemble. In the same token, you knew darn well these weren’t clubbing clothes. So you couldn’t be too upset. But still, your pride was wounded.
“How do I look?”
“Like you were made for my little Jungkookie. He better have tissues ready because his nose is gonna bleed all over my damn floors.”
That wasn’t exactly the response you were expecting. Heat crawled up your neck and burned your cheeks to the tips of your ears. In all honesty, you had stared at yourself in the mirrors for quite a good few minutes before stepping out. It was like......playing dress up. Or putting on a Halloween costume. You looked so different but you knew it was you staring back.
“Thanks, Taehyung ssi.”
“Pffft. Please. You don’t need to use honorifics. It’s the punk outside who needs to use them. Come on. Let’s blow his mind.”
Feeling a smile spreading on your face, you nodded and allowed his hand to rest on your lower back as he guided you down the hall and back out into the open room. Your boots made soft thuds as you finally stood at the end of the hallway where the lighting of the store could wash over you.
Jungkook could have sported a boner right then and there. Had he not known how good Taehyung was at his job.
“Shit.”
There you stood looking absolutely perfect. Black boots that came up just over your knees and tied up the back. Legs clothed with super thin black stockings. Cute charcoal gray mini skirt that ruffled and came to your mid thighs. Black halter top that hugged your cleavage in all the right places but still kept things conservative. But his favorite piece of the whole thing was that jacket. Black and leather with belt straps and studs in all the right places.
Dear god he was in Heaven. It was like you were his dark angel here to take him to a sinful kind of paradise. Yet the shy smile and blush brought him back to reality. You were still that adorably shy girl who worked way too much and didn’t play enough. Hopefully tonight he’d change all of that. It was then that you shyly turned to the other male and asked timidly,
“What do I owe you, Taehyung ssi?”
“Oh my god. Get her out of here before I keep her all to myself. And take some pointers from her while you’re at it. She has way more manners than you do.”
“Will do. Thanks, Taehyung-ah.”
“Why you little bast---”
You were stunned as everything happened so fast. One second you were standing there watching the two boys interact and the next you were being dragged out of the boutique listening to the muffled cursing of one Kim Taehyung. You watched Jungkook snicker while he unlocked the car and once again held the passenger door open for you.
“If I had to take a guess, I’d say you enjoy messing with him.”
“Oh absolutely. And I can get away with it because I’m the baby and he loves me.”
“The baby?”
You watched him climb into the driver’s seat and start the car up once more. While he buckled himself in, he grinned and nodded while saying casually,
“Yeah. In our group of friends, I’m the youngest so that makes me the baby. Actually, the club we’re going to is owned by one of them. Hobi is a nice guy. If we’re lucky, he’ll be there and you’ll get to meet him.”
Nodding, you watched him put the car into gear and you were once again on the road. Seeing as how you didn’t get out much, you hadn’t really heard of this Club Hope World. You could only pray that Jungkook was right in saying that it was clean and strict on the rules. You were a good person with morals and you didn’t want to associate with things like underage drinking.
“Oh, and I meant to tell you, I’ll be the DD for tonight so try whatever you want. Hobi has some really nice cocktails. I don’t know if you like that kind of stuff or not but just throwing that out there.”
“Gosh I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a cocktail.”
“Well then tonight’s the night. Have whatever your heart desires, cutie. I’ll make sure you get home safe.”
You looked over just in time to see Jungkook flashing a wink in your direction and you immediately turned your head to look out the window; blush burning your skin. Getting drunk definitely wasn’t on your list for tonight. It was hard to tell what you’d do or say when you’re sober around him, let alone drunk.
It seemed like in no time at all, he was parking the car once more and helping you out like a real gentleman. You noticed his eyes looking you up and down once more and couldn’t help but smile. It was a mixture of pride and bashfulness as you liked his staring but it was also making you shy. It had definitely been awhile since you were out on the dating scene. But then again.......was this a date?
When it came time to enter, you were shocked how Jungkook jumped ahead of everyone else while tugging you along with him. You could hear the scoffs and snide remarks from people as your broad shouldered companion pushed through the crowd towards the entrance. Your one hand immediately going to your purse for your ID, you watched in astonishment as Jungkook merely exchanged nods with one of the bouncers and was let through and you along with him.
“Pays to be besties with the owner. So what do you wanna do first? Want to dance or maybe try a drink?”
You looked around in awe. It was plain to see why the place was called Hope World. Unlike most clubs, this place was bright and full of color. Colors that made your heart happy and filled you with.....well.....hope. It was like walking into some kind of spin off of Candy Land. Perhaps this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. You were glad you decided to see this through.
“Um.....how about----”
“Hey! Jungkookie! Over here!”
You look over to your left and despite all the people, you could make out someone, actually two someones, waving their arms up in the air in an almost desperate and embarrassing attempt to get the male’s attention. Looking back at your.....date? You notice him smirking in amusement before turning to look down at you.
“Come on. Meet more of my friends.”
It was amazing how.....comfortable....you were with having Jungkook’s large and warm hand on your back. It felt almost natural, really. Walking through the crowds of people, you notice how the two boys kept flickering their gazes back and forth between Jungkook and yourself. There was something about their smiles that seemed......mischievous.
“Cutie, this is Jimin hyung and Hoseok hyung. Hoseok is the one I call Hobi.”
“Hello. It’s nice to meet you both.”
“Oh god, Kook. She’s adorable. Where’d you find her?”
Hoseok, who you remembered Jungkook mentioning being the owner of the club, walked up to you and you were shocked at how okay you were with him gently squishing your cheeks together. It was an act of endearment for sure but it still took you a bit by surprise. Seems like this guy was quite the comfortable and social butterfly who could easily approach people. Strangers and acquaintances alike.
“At a cafe. We bumped into each other. Just so happens she needed my services. So she’s paying me by being my date tonight.”
Did he have to be so bloody honest????
Thank goodness for the different colored lights that hung from above. At least they could help you hide your raging blush. Looking over at the male named Jimin, you noticed him smiling a warm and knowing smile. It was almost like he was staring at you in fondness. Smiling back rather timidly, you listened to him speak up.
“Our Jungkookie is quite talented with technology, isn’t he?”
You nodded bashfully and subconsciously leaned further into the male who apparently was indeed your date. So did that mean Jungkook considered this a date? Gah. You were probably thinking too much into it. That is.....till you felt his hand leave the small of your back only to wrap around your waist in a protective manner. It was then that Hobi dramatically placed a hand over his heart and looked away while practically shouting,
“Oh my lord! They’re too cute! My eyes are burning!”
While you were a blushing mess and only wanted to hide in Jungkook’s chest, said male and Jimin exchanged matching looks with eye rolls and everything. Chuckling, Jimin nodded his head backwards towards the colorful floors of the club and asked Jungkook casually,
“Wanna battle? It’s been awhile.”
Looking up at the youngest male, you watched a smirk spread across his face and dang that was hot. You felt you were going to overheat as arousal stirred in your lower tummy. And then he was looking down at you and out of reflex, you gulped; suddenly very thirsty......in more ways than one.
“Want to watch me wipe the floor with this hyung?”
“Pffft. Please. Better have an ambulance on standby because I’m gonna break this delinquent.”
You were actually giggling behind your hand but the sounds died in your throat when you felt Jungkook give your waist a small and gentle squeeze. Looking back up at him in curiosity, you noticed his eyes and his expression took on a slightly more serious shade.
“Stay with Hobi hyung, okay? Don’t wander off alone.”
Well that was odd. Blinking up at him in curiosity and now confusion, you nodded all the same and you watched him visibly relax. With him flashing you a brighter smile, he leaned in and surprised you with a kiss to your forehead. Dang. You were gonna pass out for sure if he kept this up. Seeing your flustered state, he simply winked and started to follow his hyung over to the dance floor where the dance battles were held.
Immediately the crowd was going crazy as they recognized what was about to happen. You felt an arm snake around your waist and instantly tensed up. Looking over to your right, you quickly relaxed when you realized it was just Hoseok. His smile calmed your heart and you just knew his intentions were pure. He stared at you as if he were staring at a younger sister.
“You’ll love this. These two keep me in business. If you know what I mean.”
Curiosity and confusion filled you once more as you turned from the smiling club owner, to the two males standing a few feet apart from each other. Why was your heart racing? Was this what an adrenaline rush felt like? That very same heart skipped a beat when you noticed Jungkook flashing you another wink; almost laughing when some of the girls in front of you thought it was for them and they freaking swooned.
And then the music started. It was like watching an angel and a devil, yin and yang. Jimin was dressed in some kind of graffiti styled, off white denim ensemble while Jungkook was dressed in his signature dark colors. His jacket made him sparkle like the rarest jewel. You had eyes only for him as you watched him take his turn; seeing as how Jimin had won the coin toss to go first.
His body was so.....fluid. The moves he made. If you had tried to pull any of those moves off, you would have broken every bone in your body. But not Jungkook. And not Jimin either. You had to admit, Jimin was pretty dang good. But your eyes kept flickering back to your date. Even when all he was doing was standing there and grinning like a fool at his friend and opponent.
Jimin’s moves were more exact and precise while still being fluid. You could tell he had went to school for dancing. It was so obvious from the way his body moved and his hands caressed his own physique. You noticed that he was using his smaller body build to his advantage. Sometimes it paid off to be small. You would know. While you may have been extremely biased, you could appreciate Jimin’s style of dance.
Meanwhile, Jungkook’s moves were more......strong? It was like he was fluid but his moves were rough around the edges. He was going at it harder than ever as it was his turn once again. It was a wonder neither one of the two didn’t pop a socket. You didn’t even know the human body could move like that without breaking something.
At one point in time, you heard Hoseok excusing himself to take a call. Granted you weren’t worried, but Jungkook’s words from earlier swirled in your head. He didn’t want you wandering off alone. But why? Maybe he just didn’t want to lose sight of you in the crowd? Hmm. Weird. Shrugging to yourself, you continued to watch but quickly became aware that you were in dire need of something to drink.
Taking a quick trip to the bar by yourself wouldn’t hurt. You’d be back before the dance battle was even over. Solidifying your decision, you made your way for the bar where all kinds of glass bottles were on display in the background. Hmm. Jungkook said you should try a cocktail. And he did say that he’d be your DD for the night. Smiling as you felt yourself slowly loosening up, you nodded at the bartender who you noticed sported cute dimples when he smiled back.
“What’ll it be, beautiful?”
Trying to ignore the flirty mannerisms of the bartender, you smiled up at the board instead. Gosh it had been so long since you had a drink. You wouldn’t even know what to pick. Quickly looking back down at the male, you smiled sheepishly and replied over the sound of the music,
“Something fruity. Surprise me.”
“One fruity surprise, coming up!”
It all happened so fast and you were completely unsuspecting; having been wrapped back up in watching the two boys still battling it out to see who would surrender first. You could see sweat pouring down both their faces as neither one refused to bow out. They both wanted to be the victor but someone was going to have to lose eventually.
“Here you go, babe. Enjoy!”
But you were still watching. No worries. The glass of fruity, alcoholic goodness would still be there. The bartender had moved on to another customer and you were still watching your date like a lovesick puppy. It was just the right amount of time for something to go wrong. Terribly wrong.
Deciding you had deprived your body of liquid long enough, you turned around and grabbed your glass before walking back to the crowd. Sipping the drink, you realized the guy behind the bar knew what he was doing. Wow! This tasted amazing!
When you returned to your spot in the thicket of bodies, you noticed Hoseok looking from panicked to relieved the second he saw you. Smiling apologetically, you allowed him to reel you in once more and from the way his arm was hung protectively around you, you weren’t going anywhere any time soon. No more wandering off for you tonight.
“I let you win.”
“Pffft!! You’re a terrible liar, Kookie. I won that fight fair and square. Didn’t I, cutie?”
As you continued to sip on your drink, you simply shrugged and smiled around the small straw. You could hear Jungkook hissing a yes in victory; saying something about his girl staying by his side no matter what. It made you giggle and you leaned happily against Hoseok. Wow. This drink was really really good. You could have three more glasses and be happy as a clam.
Eventually Jungkook took you off the boy’s hands and you were happily leaning against him; tipsy as you grind your body against his own. You really weren’t much of a dancer but the alcohol in this drink was now rushing through your veins and controlling you. Granted perhaps you were a lightweight, but Jungkook knew even just one drink couldn’t make someone this......intoxicated.
“How about we go sit down for a minute, hmm?”
“Nnnnooooooouuuuuuu. I don wanna!”
Gosh you were too cute. If he thought you were adorable sober, you were twice as much while drunk. Smiling at your pout, he gently shook his head and started to penguin waddle the two of you over to a table that was thankfully empty. The cute walk had you giggling with your head thrown back; nearly knocking him in the chin.
“Jungkookieeeee. I don’t feel good. I----”
And the last thing you remember was the drink slipping out of your hands and a pair of strong arms holding you up before you could fall. You were pretty sure it was Jungkook’s voice calling out your name but it was like your mouth was full of cotton as was your brain.
Read Part 1: The Anonymous Message & Part 2: The Phone Number
Excerpt: “’I'm...I'm here to see Namjoon?’ You pose the statement as a question, unsure of how you're supposed to introduce yourself.
The clown blinks for a moment before a light seems to go off over his head. Suddenly his expression is much more lively, almost animated. ‘Oh, right! You're the reporter chick, yeah?’ He doesn't even allow you to answer before he steps back, letting you enter the dimly lit space.’You wired?’
Your eyes narrow, unable to hide any irritation or frustration that you held onto for the past few days. You're being forced to come here and he wants to know…
’Do you really think I would tell you if I was?’”
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When the Meng Motel became a corporation, they had their two story hospices strewn all over the small country. With the migration of people from one place to another, some of those motels became abandoned. There was one right on the outskirts of Kkum Coast.
That's where Namjoon wanted to meet you.
The card also specified you go through the lobby and left, down a hall to where a pool used to be (those Mengs really were ahead of their time, eh?).
You weren't sure on what would be best: showing up early or on time. You just know that you definitely shouldn't be late, if Yoongi's whispered threat is anything to go by.
You went with punctuality, waiting until your clock turned 10:00 pm before knocking on the door that had a faded label of “Pool Area”.
You count two beats before the door is opened, a young man with a lanky form, adorned in wild, colourful patterns from his button down to his striped slacks. His pink suspenders match his hair, and at first glance, he looks rather similarly to a clown.
“State your business.” His voice is deep and monotone, much like he may have a sore throat or just woken from a nap.
“I'm...I'm here to see Namjoon?” You pose the statement as a question, unsure of how you're supposed to introduce yourself.
The clown blinks for a moment before a light seems to go off over his head. Suddenly his expression is much more lively, almost animated. “Oh, right! You're the reporter chick, yeah?” He doesn't even allow you to answer before he steps back, letting you enter the dimly lit space.
“You wired?”
Your eyes narrow, unable to hide any irritation or frustration that you held onto for the past few days. You're being forced to come here and he wants to know…
“Do you really think I would tell you if I was?”
The other nods exaggeratedly in agreement. “Yeah, that's true. You want me to frisk you for myself, then?” Again, he walks toward you before you can even think to respond. You quickly back towards the door, curling in on yourself.
“No, I'm not fucking wired. Jesus!”
He shrugs, still unbothered. Was that a requirement for being one of Namjoon's gangsters?
“See? That's all you had to say. And I'm trusting you, yeah? So if it turns out that you are…”for such a spritely presence, this guy sure knows how to switch it quickly. “I'll take care of it myself. Got it?”
You think you want to start a tally of how many times you can be threatened in one sitting. No one make that into a drinking game.
You only stand there quietly, not giving much reaction. Still the man takes your silence as confirmation, grinning widely before turning on his heels. “Great, follow me!”
You only hesitate for a second when you see the gun sticking out from a holster on his belt, only to fall in line behind the tall man and follow his footsteps. He begins talking as you walk through the room, past the empty pool and down another hall.
“So, it probably doesn't have to be said, but we actually dig the Miranda Rights here. So if you tell any authorities or anyone you know about who likes to stay here, you're dead. And we don't want to kill if we don't have to. Don't you agree?” He turns to you with a half smile. He speaks so lightly, as if he's reading off a grocery list. Some part of you finds that unsettling, but the journalist in you is intrigued and desperate to remember every detail.
“Alright, look alive!” The pink haired man calls in front of you. You follow him into another empty room where some other men sit at a table. “Hoseok, you need some coffee?”
The one that must be Hoseok groans from where he's sat with his head resting in his hand. His hair is styled similarly to Yoongi's, but his is definitely black. He blinks his eyes open to look at the gangster that addressed him.
“You know I hate coffee, man.”
“Ah, true! I got you, though.” The other pauses before giving a suggestion. “Cocaine?” The smile is evident in his tone. It's obvious from the glare on Hoseok's face that he doesn't find the joke amusing at all.
“Fuck you, Taehyung.”
Again, the one named Taehyung seems to take no heed to the harsh words. He only turns to you, gesturing for you to take a seat at the table.
As you walk towards the table, one of the men turns to look at you, eyes narrow and cut sharp. He licks his bottom lip, fussing slightly with his gray, slicked back hair. Just as he stands, a few greasy strands fall back in his face. He's tall too, broad in shoulders and monstrous in demeanour. All too quickly, you think you know who this is. And you say the name much before you can think about it.
“Kim Namjoon.”
He smiles, though it doesn't reach his eyes (hell, it barely reaches his lips).
“It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N. I've read so much of your work.” He takes a hand out as well, to motion for you to take the empty seat across from him, next to Hoseok.
Just as you sit down, you see another person come into the room, instantly recognizing him as Yoongi. At the notice of your presence, he smirks, taking the seat next to you at the end of the table.
“Smart girl,”he compliments slyly. You scoff involuntarily.
The build up is wearing at your patience, and the silence snips at your nerves. Finally, you start the lists of questions that have been haunting your mind.
“So, why am I here? What do you want from me? And why me? Why not someone else?”
You're not sure what response you expect, but the one Namjoon gives...well, it's sort of funny:
“I want you to tell my truth.”
The statement hangs in the air, adding to the chill coming from the cement walls. The only sound that breaks the thickness is your smirk.
“I'm sorry. What? Your...truth?” What truth was there? Did Kim Namjoon want to come out as the Mafia Boss responsible for more than half the crime in the city?
Not that you're making your incredulous expression subtle, but even still, Namjoon seems to calculate his next words. He probably does that on an hourly basis.
“Y/N, what are your thoughts on the Western Supremacy groups?”
Not thinking too hard on where this question came from, you shake your head and shrug. The answer is pretty simple. “Well, it just seems like a half-assed attempt of thinly veiling White Supremacy.”
Namjoon nods in agreement, leans back in the metal chair with his eyes never leaving yours. “You know who I kill, right?”
Well, it doesn't take a genius to put two and two together. Even still, you raise an eyebrow. This is new information to you. None of the PIs you have met that follow Kim Namjoon have ever told you this -what could seem like- vital information.
“What, are you trying to tell me you're actually just a gang of vigilantes trying to fight the forces of evil?”
A dimple curves into where he pulls one side of his lips into a smile. If you took a moment, you could recognize the company Namjoon seemed to keep (aka: some pretty damn good looking men). But that isn't important right now. You wish you paid more attention to the Criminal Analysts that tell you how to read a person's body language.
“If it were that simple, do you think I would be so meticulously hidden?”
The riddles would keep you on your toes any other day. Right now, you much rather cut the bullshit. You sit surrounded by armed gangsters in an area that isn't policed at all, and no one knows you're here. Your heart hasn't stopped its gallop since the moment Taehyung had answered the door (this can't be good for your health).
“So, then, what is the truth, huh? What's going on?”
At this, the Boss laughs. It's a breathy chuckle that makes you think what a ravenous lion might sound like at the sight of its prey. Unfortunately, amusement fits Namjoon well.
“What kind of journalist would you be if you only took someone's word? Wouldn't you rather observe for yourself?”
You freeze as he stands up. Hoseok and Yoongi follow suit, already heading towards the door. “Observe, what, exactly?”
Again, Namjoon thinks over his words, eyes wandering and lip between his teeth. “I would like to show you something, if you don't mind.
“Well, I do mind. Very much, actually.” When would you ever learn?
Yoongi squats down so that your eyes are leveled. In the bright fluorescent light, his menacing features are even more chilling. “That was him being polite. You don't really have a choice.” When you make no move, Yoongi seethes. “Get the fuck up.”
You obey quickly, waiting for Yoongi to walk away before moving towards the door. Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi have already left, but Taehyung stays behind to make sure you keep walking with the group.
“Hey,” Taehyung whispers. “No harm is to be done to you. When you're with us, you're safe.” His voice is soothing and his features seem gentle; it suits him. “You weren't lying about not being wired, were you?”
You shake your head, making sure to keep your eyes on him so he knows you're telling the truth.
“So that's how this works. You can trust us if we can trust you.” With that, he nods forward, urging you on.
When you make it back to the Pool Room, you make a different turn, going out the patio. You follow as the other three round the building and get to a parking lot, where two black trucks are parked.
Yoongi gets into the driver seat of one SUV while Hoseok gets into the driver seat of the other. Namjoon gets into the back seat of Yoongi's vehicle and Taehyung pushes you forward to slide in next to Namjoon. Taehyung must have gone to Hoseok's truck.
When Yoongi starts driving, you immediately glue your eyes out of the window, trying to garner some sense of where you could possibly be going. With Namjoon's words circling in your head, you still try to figure out what this Mafia Boss's propaganda must be.
“You know…”you start, still keeping your eyes out the window. “You don't get to decide who lives and who dies. You have to know that there's no way you can be painted as the good guy.”
There's no answer, just the sound of tires rolling over asphalt, of the wind rushing past the moving truck. You find comfort in your own words. Maybe there is some way you can survive this unscathed.
“The truth isn't always what everyone wants to hear. If being honest was a glamorous, happy thing, we would all take the road least traveled.”
In any other situation, you would probably keel over, fall into his side dramatically because you think the exact same way. But you don't want to let your guard down around this man, ever. Never want him to know that there is even an inkling of similar minds. No matter what he tries to make himself be, he is the one that plays God. He needs to be tried for that alone.
You drive further and further away from the city, from the darkness surrounding you. Kkum Coast is lit with street lamps; you haven't seen one of those since you got to the motel. The journey isn't too long, reading the clock only to find it's fifteen minutes till 11pm. When Yoongi finally pulls into a lot, you're met with an old factory.
Yoongi leaves the car first, rounding to open the door on your side. The air is cooler here, much like an early autumn night. The breeze is stronger- you must still be along the coast.
“Have you ever looked into WS groups?” asks Namjoon when he is also out of the car. In the distance you hear the slam of the other truck, Taehyung and Hoseok standing to the side.
“Not really. But with the election coming up, more WS groups have been making themselves more present. One of my colleagues has been following that. He's told me things here and there.” Minseok has been on edge, you know, contemplating whether or not he wants to delve deeper in the world of Western Supremacy.
The Meng natives restored their country decades ago, but not all of the Westerners that stayed agreed with the changes. What you think is most concerning your friend is the likelihood of uncovering people in authority that support this mindset...what kind of trouble would he be in, and would it be worth it?
“Has he ever given you any names? Any people he suspects to be an active member?”
Minseok only ever named nobodies, people that were on the street. They never mattered because they had no power. You shake your head.
Namjoon starts to move forward, walking towards the building. Like puppets, everyone follows his actions, including you.
“I have two philosophies when it comes to getting rid of a problem.” He holds up his pointer finger, a silver ring snug around it. “One: you have to get rid of those in power. Without a leader, mindless followers will fall. But, on the other hand...Two: not all of a person's followers are mindless. There's always one to step up to the plate at the time of crisis.” You make it to an entrance, and Yoongi opens it for everyone. Some part of you wants to make a comment about how docile he looks when he isn't talking shit...you'll make sure to tell him later.
“Put yourself in my position, Y/N. How do you think I get rid of this problem?”
You take a wild guess, though it doesn't seem too far off. “Genocide?” That seems to get chuckles from all the men. Fuck, were you spot on?
“If I tried to just kill every single white supremacist, I would be wasting my time and resources. I go after who matters.”
The hall you walk through is dark, hardly able to see the person in front of you. Thank god for the brightness of Taehyung's hair, or you probably would have knocked into him a couple times. Soon, you can see a light, blindingly bright at the end. No surprise, there are no windows, no way from anyone on the outside to detect whatever goes on inside.
There are three men, clearly Namjoon's from the way they hold themselves to the guns at their hips. The tallest one with blonde hair has a fresh cut under his eye and bruises on his knuckles. No doubt, whoever the man is that has the black sack over his head, sitting bound to the chair, is the reason for the gangster's wounds.
Suddenly, the weight of what you are witnessing hits you, and you stop abruptly right at the doorway. You're not sure who it is that shoves you forward, but every step feels heavy, like you have weights at your ankles. You don't want to see this. Fuck this.
“What is-”
“So, I'm sure you most know me for my incredible business trade?” Namjoon's tone becomes very light, conversational. That somehow makes your blood sizzle hotter. “For about the last five years, I've been perfecting the selling and buying of opioids, a few different kinds.” He walks toward his victim, still breathing heavy with his head lolled to the side. Is he even conscious? “But, the thing is, I want to grow. A business that doesn't change, isn't a good business at all, right?” He smiles as he pats the victim's shoulder. By the way the man tenses up, it shows his awakeness to the world. And maybe that's even scarier.
“I've been working with some people from Ecuador on a strain of cocaine. I want to call it ‘American Dream’. Rightly fitting, don't ya think?” To hear the genuine excitement in his tone sends shivers up your spine. You don't even think to give any response, not that he's looking for one. “But...one of the biggest branches of the WS group has a monopoly on the coke cartel here. Come to me for some Grade A heroin made just south of Kkum Coast, and go to them for some premium cocaine made in South America. Does that seem right to you, to have that distinction?”
Does...he really want you to answer that?
“Sure, fuck Western Supremacist for thinking they're some invisible god's superior race, but also fuck them for trying to hold me back from expanding what could be an amazing empire!”
With what seems to be the end of his monologue, he pulls the sack off the person's head, and if you thought the dread within you was strong, it just grew tenfold. All of a sudden, your stomach turns and nausea fills your gut.
Kim Minseok.
You must be wearing your emotions on your sleeve, if it isn't for the way Namjoon smiles. “You know him, yes?”
“He…” you don't even know where to start. “He doesn't have anything to do with WS. He's not even a Westerner.” Good on you for keeping your voice so leveled.
One of the unknown gangsters scoffs. “If you really think that there aren't dumbasses like him, you're more naive than you think.”
“Besides,” Namjoon picks up. “News Journalist Kim Minseok may not be in the WS for the love of white people...but for the love of selling what they give him.”
Minseok blinks beyond bloodied eyes. He makes an effort to move his head to face you. When he speaks, his words are slurred, and it tears at your chest.
“Don lissen to 'em, Y/N. Yoo know me.”
You did know him; knew that he wanted to excel at journalism, but always came up short for fear of angering too many people. He only ever covered half of the election because he feared what people in power would think. Your editor had always gotten onto him, tried to encourage him to step out of his comfort zone because he just could never put his all into a story.
“Minseok,” Namjoon calls. His voice is low and calm. “This can go one of two ways: you either tell me where WS is getting their next shipment, or you can die.”
Your heart pounds in your chest, wanting so badly to do something, but not being able to move from your spot.
The journalist looks up, carefully moving his head. “I don’ know anythen bout tha, I swear.”
The Boss seems to ponder over this. “See, but you've had so many opportunities to talk about the other guy in this election, how he's brought WS out of hiding. There are other people talking about it. Why aren't you?”
At this, Minseok begins to heave, and from swollen eyes, tears begin to fall. The other blond gangster, much shorter, rolls his eyes and sighs.
“You were given two options, Minseok.” The blond pulls out his gun, cocking the load and placing the barrel at your friend's temple. “Neither of them were for you to cry like a fucking bitch!” He spits.
Namjoon kneels down, still feigning an air of control and coolness. “You know how easy it was for my Jungkook to find you? You're expendable. We can go to the next person, and maybe they'll be a little more willing to tell us what we need to know. So,” he places a hand on Minseok's leg, caressing him in a way that makes you want to curl away, “why don't you tell us where their next shipment is unloading?”
Minseok seems to break down even more, shoulders shaking with the force of his sobs. His voice croaks.
“They won’ tell me anythen...they don’ le me go to...I juss sell, I don’...” He doesn't finish, but it looks like he doesn't have to.
Again, Namjoon nods, seeming to think about Minseok's slurred confession. He stands back up, looking down at the poor man for a second before looking to the blond. He barely moves, but suddenly, a bang! rings through the room, and your eyes are screwed shut.
You don't know how long you stand like that, rigid in place with your eyes closed. When the ring dulls from your ears, there's a thick sound of liquid hitting the floor, shuffling and footsteps. A shadow casts over your face, and you still remain the same.
You can hear his even breathing, and you wonder how long he'll watch you...if he'll take you to the chair next.
“Y/N…”
You jerk away from the rough palm on your cheek. The touch is gentle, and fingers seem to wipe away at a wetness on your skin. Were you crying?
When you blink open, you're met with Namjoon standing close. You think you detect hints of blood further down on his shirt, but you wouldn't dare look.
“I'm not...you have to know I'm not one of th-”
“I know, don't worry. I don't think you are. But this is what I want you to write about.”
You still don't understand (blame it on the shock). “You want me to write about...you killing my friend?”
“No. I want you to write about what I'm doing. I'm killing two birds with one stone: getting rid of Western Supremacists and building my empire.”
“Why?” It feels like such a dumb question, but it holds so much.
“What happens when the truth is revealed? It's a domino effect. Cause and effect. One thing can't be brought up without another. If you write about this, think about all the shit that will come out along with this. You would be uncovering layers and layers of lies...to help your people understand.” Again, his spirits are high. Does he think what he's selling sounds appealing to you? “So, will you write it?”
You know what the right answer is, but you still feel an urge to say what you think. “I don't think I should. I don't know if I can.”
With the hand still on your face, he controls your movements, makes sure you don't look at anything but him.
series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as violence, blood, gore, injury description, dead bodies, grief and death, angst, sadness & strong language
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Was it possible to love two people at once? You couldn’t bare to lose either of them, you loved them both dearly with all your heart and soul and there wasn’t an ounce of doubt in your mind about it. Seeing two of the strongest men you’d ever known in your life so defenceless, so vulnerable, it was killing you.
Everything happened so fast you couldn’t help but scream at the top of your lungs, your vocal chords tearing into a thousand pieces as an indescribable grief washed over you completely. One gunshot was fired, which meant that only one man survived.
One was dead.
“No! Please, no!” You shrieked, voice trembling with adrenaline as you violently fought against the tight restraints. “NO!” A painful scream tore from your throat as white hot tears spilled from your eyes, cascading down your cheeks like an endless sea of grief.
He was dead, he was really dead. One of the two great loves of your life killed right in front of you, milliseconds after he’d taken his final breath with his eyes fixed solely on you. Watching the life escape him as death claimed his body was more painful than any injury you’d ever sustained, it hurt more than a few broken ribs ever did, more than a gunshot to the leg ever would, the agony you were in was truly indescribable. You’d never felt so useless and broken in your entire life.
With all the strength you could muster you ripped your hands out of the thick rope, burning your skin in the process, but you were too caught up in the moment to care. Fuelled by anguish you stood from the chair and charged over to Hoseok, forcefully ripping the gun from his surprised hand as your gaze settled on his sickeningly sinister smirk, deliberately avoiding the lifeless body nearby. You knew the others were shouting, you could hear their voices in the back of your mind but you ignored them, you pushed them away and decided to end this once and for all.
“Do it.” Hoseok giggled, prompting you to pin the gun to the side of his head. Your hands were shaking, your eyes cloudy with tears and your heart heavy in your chest as he continued to taunt you some more. You walked him over to the nearest wall, slamming his back against it as your fingertip flirted with the idea of pulling the trigger.
“All that training and you still don’t have an ounce of fight in you, pity.”
“Shut up, shut the fuck up!” You screamed, digging the gun into his skin hard enough to draw blood, but not once did he wince in pain. By far this was the biggest moment of your life, and your crazed determination didn’t go unnoticed.
“Should I shoot her?” You heard Yoongi’s voice in the distance, too concentrated on the man in front of you to care about what one of his rats had to say. “Boss?”
“No no, she won’t kill me…she doesn’t have it in her.” Hoseok chuckled, cocking his head to one side, mocking you with an expectant expression. “You have the same look on your face your mother did when I watched my father murder her.”
“What?” You frowned, “You’re lying!” You spat, body shaking with an unholy cocktail of hurt and rage. “My parents died in a—“
“In whatever event Jimin wanted you to believe. Sweetheart, don’t play dumb with me now, you’re a smart girl. You’ve always known there was more to the story. I could sense it…” He rolled his eyes, bored. “All I ever wanted to do was finish what my father started and get rid of your family.”
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?! What are you talking about?!” Your emotions were all over the place, a blur of fury and sadness rippling through your bloodstream with every second he held your gaze.
Hoseok sighed, his face amused as he stared down at you with fierce eyes, darker and icier than usual. “You look just like her.”
“Shut up, shut up! You don’t know anything about—“
“Just shoot him! He’s playing games with you, he’s trying to hurt you!” You heard a familiar voice shout from behind, reminding you of what was truly important. All the people you’d lost, the battles they’d fought, every single decision you’d ever made bubbled down to this moment, this sickeningly bitter and twisted moment.
“Y/N, SHOOT HIM!”
Without hesitation you pulled the trigger and shot the first bullet into Hoseok’s skull, blood sprayed your face but it only made you feel more powerful, in a warped, surprisingly addictive way. You came to Seoul a naive girl who knew nothing of this world, and now, as you watched the man who had caused you so much pain fall to the ground, you felt like you were a true member of Park Enterprises.
“That was for me.” You hissed, feeling nothing but numbness as blood pooled his face on the floor. Aiming the gun carefully you fired again, your chest heaving with each ragged breath you took as the second bullet disappeared into his left eye and more blood oozed from the wound.
“That was for my brother.” Hot salty tears were flowing down your face as you shot his lifeless figure again, and again, and again, and again, and again. With every shot his body jolted and spasmed, you were too caught up in the moment to register the faint shuffling sounds coming from behind.
“That was for Jin, for Minho, for Yugyeom, for Jaebum, for Bambam—“
It still wasn’t enough, you crouched down, body so close to his that you could smell the stench of death and justice pouring from his frame. Everything was quiet as you glared at the man before you, the colour already draining from his skin. Pressing the gun hard to his chest, hard enough to bruise, you started crying, barely able to find the right words.
“And this is for Jungkook.”
The final bullet pierced his body and you slowly brought yourself to your feet, turning on your heel to find that Yoongi had disappeared, leaving you alone with Jungkook’s body bound to a chair and Taehyung, who was thankfully still alive and staring right at you. The bodies of Mark and Hoseok faded into the background, your eyes only focussing on what mattered. You stood opposite Taehyung in complete silence, his long feline-like eyes soft and apologetic and his plump lips ajar before you finally found the strength to break his gaze and walk over to Jungkook.
Sinking to your knees you brushed the damp hair away from his face, your stomach churning upon seeing the bullet wound in the middle of his forehead. Your hands were stained with his blood, his long eyelashes kissed the highest points of his cheekbones and his soft lips were delicately parted. Despite having just been murdered in cold blood he looked so peaceful, you noticed, probably the calmest you’d ever seen him. He seemed angelic almost, beautiful in both life and death. Torturing yourself you brought your fingers down to his neck, a lump forming in your throat as the lack of pulse fully registered with you.
Less than a mere 24 hours prior you’d finally accepted him, finally given into the temptation of loving somebody so dangerous, of being with someone who would inevitably leave. It was almost ironic how short your time was together, in comparison to the length of time he had tried and tried to win you over. Hoseok killed him in front of you, you saw the bullet end his life there and then, the deafening bang of the gunshot was the loudest you’d ever heard, and it would haunt you for the rest of your life.
You couldn’t catch the sobs that escaped you in time, your whole physique shaking as an overwhelming nausea captivated you. He was gone. You didn’t realise you were screaming until Taehyung scooped you up in his arms with a gentle mumble that sounded something like, ‘shh, it’s okay, I’ve got you, it’s okay’. You shrieked into the crook of his neck, gripping the fabric of his clothes with tight shaky fists, your eyes, your head and your heart in absolute agony as you processed everything that had happened.
Yoongi was still out there, lurking in the shadows. Jimin was dead, Jungkook was dead, everyone was dead…the only person still alive who cared about you was Taehyung, in fact, the only survivor of Park Enterprises was Taehyung. It was just you and him now, you and him against the rest of the world. The thought alone scared you beyond belief, you’d spent your whole life following orders and lusting for freedom, and now it was yours you didn’t know what to do with it.
“We need to go...” Taehyung whispered, planting a delicate kiss to your temple as you sobbed mercilessly, slowly nodding in agreement as he pulled you to your feet. “Take my gun and keys, go unlock the car...but don’t go in the trunk. I’ll uh-, I’ll be right there with, with—”
“Jungkook’s body.” You cut in with a trembling sigh, watching Taehyung’s brow tighten and his eyes glaze over with tears.
“I’m sorry Y/N.”
2 Weeks Later
The camera flashes were blinding, the voices deafening as you composed yourself, taking a few unsteady breaths before you opened your eyes. Normally Jimin dealt with the press conferences, you’d never had a part of anything to do with this which heightened your nerves even more. There were so many people, just staring at you with intense expectant gazes, emotionless beings waiting for answers to questions that had been circulating the media for weeks.
“Hello…” You nodded once, eyes flitting between the crowd in front and Taehyung who stood tall beside you. He knew you were nervous, it’s all you’d spoken about with him for the past two days, which is why his hand gently squeezed yours behind the podium away from prying eyes.
“As I’m sure you’re all aware, due to recent events there has been some major changes within Park Enterprises; the biggest one being the fact that most of our staff members and the business owner himself, my brother Jimin, are no longer with us.” The lump in the back of your throat threatened to choke you, but you willed it away for the sake of getting this over and done with. Not only for your own sake, but you had to do this for Jimin too.
“One of our business competitors took it upon themselves to try and completely eliminate us from the industry, in the hopes of taking everything my brother rightfully owned. The situation was dealt with accordingly and the mastermind behind the murders of our employees and beloved family members is where he belongs. At this time I want to ask the people of Seoul to let us grieve, therefore I will not be taking questions regarding details of their passing. It is a tragedy in it’s own right and I do not wish to discuss it further.”
“As the only heir to Park Enterprises I can tell you after careful consideration I will not be selling the business, instead I will be running it. My brother worked from the ground up to become as established and successful as he was, so to honour his memory the business name will be changing from Park Enterprises, to Park Jimin Organisation, PJO for short. As for leadership of the company, currently it’s just me and my assistant, Taehyung, who are handling things, but as time progresses and I feel more comfortable within my role I would like to recruit others too.”
“And finally, I would like to announce that I am opening several hospital wings in memory of those who we have lost. I will be opening and funding all of the wards myself, and ensuring that the world’s finest medical professionals work there. Firstly, the Park Jimin ward, will be specially catered for blind or visually impaired hospital patients who may have different, or more specific needs. They will have access to a full Braille library, as well as round-the-clock care and supervision.”
“Secondly, the Kim Seokjin ward, designed specifically for children and paediatric care. I have also designed a fun area for the children to socialise in, this area will cater for every single child well enough to leave their bed, regardless of their condition. The name of this area will be the Mina Play Room, and it will sit directly in the heart of the Kim Seokjin children’s ward.”
“The Kim Minho ward, will be an intensive care unit for patients in need of intensive therapies, treatments and medicine. I can confirm that three of the best specifically trained ICU nurses from the biggest hospital in England have agreed to work on this ward, I have full faith that their growing team will be able to take on anything thrown at them.”
“Next, the Kim Yugyeom ward, will be the biggest emergency room in all of Seoul. It will provide immediate medical services to those who arrive, without needing to book an appointment.”
“And finally…the Jeon Jungkook ward will be a cardiology department, with the world’s finest heart specialists working there to assess, and fix broken hearts.”
The lump in your neck came back with vengeance, trying to sabotage your speech before you’d even finished. Swallowing thickly you managed to blink back the tears threatening to escape, all while Taehyung stayed by your side, his large hand covering yours. You had to wrap up the press conference, but you were so scared to open your mouth in case your voice trembled and betrayed you. Thankfully the people were patient as they waited for you to continue, some women on the front row tearing up at the sight, and realisation of how much you had truly lost.
“I would greatly appreciate it if you would give us our privacy at this time, a lot has changed and I need time to adjust to my new life as a business owner and only child. If you have any queries please contact my assistant Taehyung, as he will be handling most things for a while. I would like to thank the hospital who have welcomed me into their world, and allowed me to have full reign on designing these wards. And I would like to thank you for coming today, may the lives we’ve lost all rest in peace.”
Taehyung’s hand ghosted the small of your back as you stepped off the small stage, prompting you to turn and face him with a thankful smile. A small blue blur pulled your attention from Taehyung’s handsome features, and in the blink of an eye you’d gone from an emotional wreck to shaking with blind fury. Stood at the very back of the crowd was Yoongi, his hair was dyed blue and his face was smug as he proudly showed off his arm candy.
Sung.
“Not here, now’s not the time.” Taehyung murmured quietly, seeing your mood change faster than the speed of light. As you watched Yoongi and Sung smile sinisterly, even throw you a little wave, you bit the inside of your cheek hard enough to draw blood. How fucking dare they show up here, you thought.
“Y/N…”
“I know.” You nodded softly, taking in a big breath of air to try and calm yourself down. There were cameras, bystanders, witnesses…and that’s exactly why they’d shown up, because they knew you would never risk Jimin’s reputation. It was obscene and unfair, but you had to remain professional and silently slide into your waiting car, unable to act out, just having to take it for what it was.
“Excuse me, miss?” A young woman tapped you on the shoulder, prompting you to shudder in your sleep and wake up immediately. What a crazy dream… Her eyes were wide but kind, her lips painted red as she smiled at you.
“We’re about to arrive at Incheon.”
“Oh, that’s great. Thank you.” You nodded, suppressing a yawn. It had been years since you’d seen your older brother Jimin and close family friends Jin and Minho, to say you were excited was an understatement, but you were just as nervous too. Your brother owned a business, well, he owned plenty of businesses, which was why you were so nervous. What if they didn’t like you? What if everything had changed? What if they didn’t have time for you? What if nobody remembered you—
“Hey, um… You’re sitting on my jacket.” A tall awkward man bumbled, you didn’t realise until then that you’d accidentally taken up half of his seat while sleeping.
“I’m so sorry…” You covered your face, embarrassed, why was it always you? “You should’ve woken me up.” You said politely as you shifted in your seat, giving the man back his jacket. He was beautiful, he had long eyelashes that framed his wide, dark brown doe-like eyes and a simple yet elegant smile.
“You looked too peaceful to wake up, it would’ve been like disturbing an angel.” He chuckled, adjusting himself in his own seat. Though you couldn’t figure out why, he seemed nervous as he scratched the back of his neck, emphasising his larger than average biceps.
“What’s your name?”
“Y/N… What’s yours?” You were blushing with equal parts embarrassment and attraction. Maybe you were naive to think so, but perhaps this trip to Seoul would change your life forever.
“Jungkook.”
You woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air, for the third time that week. It was as though your brain was endlessly torturing you with what could’ve been, painful reminders of his face, down to the little insignificant features. The scar on his cheek, the freckle on his neck, the shape of his brows… It was so clear that you could’ve sworn he was really there, that’s what hurt the most.
Getting yourself out of bed you headed down the hall on still slightly wobbly legs, wrapped up in your long fluffy dressing gown. You knew it was selfish of you to keep doing this, to keep bothering Taehyung when you couldn’t sleep, but he never seemed to mind. Ever since you’d buried Jungkook and Jimin’s bodies you had barely slept, flashbacks of their faces would randomly invade your mind and stop you from getting anything done. Including sleep apparently.
“Taehyung?” You asked with a quiet knock on his bedroom door, it was around 3AM you figured, he was probably asleep.
“You can come in.” You heard his tired voice call out from the other side of the wood, prompting you to open it and step inside. To your surprise he was shirtless, laid on top of his bed sheets with his laptop resting on his defined abs, the glare from the screen emphasising his chiselled jaw and strong chin.
“Oh sorry, I didn’t think you’d…” You immediately looked away, fixing your eyes on a nearby leather jacket that had been discarded onto the floor. “Be shirtless…”
“It’s fine Y/N.” He chuckled, sitting up on his elbows before covering himself with the sheets. “Can’t sleep again?”
“I just… I keep thinking about Sung and Yoongi at the event, and I keep having dreams where none of this happened. I still feel like it’s all my—“
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, come here.” Taehyung gestured for you to join him on the bed, to which you agreed. His chest was warm as he draped a muscular arm around your shoulders, allowing you to snuggle up to his body properly after he placed his laptop on the bedside table. This was a routine now, it was like you couldn’t sleep without him beside you.
“None of this is your fault, how many times do I have to tell you that?”
“But—“
“But nothing, Hoseok was a sick guy who was obsessed with you. He would’ve done anything to make your life a misery and you know it, he even lied about your parents because he knew it would mess with you! That’s not a reflection of you—“
“Even if you take Hoseok out of the equation, what about Sung and Yoongi? She lived in this house, she was my brother’s girlfriend and I didn’t suspect that she was one of the people behind this… I should’ve seen the signs.” You sighed, one tear rolling down your cheek and onto Taehyung’s exposed skin.
“I should’ve done more...”
“None of us did…their time will come Y/N, once this all blows over I’m going to kill them myself.” He said with such certainty, such raw hatred that you winced slightly.
“No… I don’t want that.” You peered up at him through long eyelashes, he was already looking at you as he mindlessly toyed with the strands of your hair.
“I’m not letting you put yourself in danger like that.”
“But they’ve hurt you—“
“Well the idea of losing you hurts me more.” You admitted shamelessly, Taehyung was the only person in the world you had left, and the thought of losing him made your eyes well up with tears, nausea claiming your stomach.
“I can’t lose you Tae, I can’t…”
“I can handle myself.” He defended himself, his eyes serious as you stayed cuddling on his bed.
“So could the others.” You reminded him, perhaps a little harsher than you intended. But you were right, the others were more than capable of handling themselves and look at what happened. You missed them all so much, you even missed the stupid arguments you had with your brother, you would’ve done anything to be arguing with him right now. But instead, there you were, curled up beside Taehyung as you grieved for him.
“Lets just leave, get in the car and go somewhere for a while… I have more than enough money, so do you, we could even use the fake passports Jimin made for us—“
“Are you serious? What about PJO? What about the hospital wings?” Taehyung’s grip on you loosened and you immediately felt colder, less safe.
“We can come back eventually, I just don’t want to stay here anymore… Too many bad things happened in this house, it doesn’t even feel like mine.” Your voice was quiet, but your words were strong. For as long as you could remember you hadn’t felt at home within those walls, and to your surprise Taehyung nodded in agreement.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay here? It’s your home Y/N.”
“It’s not...” You shook you head, resting your ear directly on top of his beating heart as you turned away from him, closing your eyes.
“You’re my home.”
Taehyung was taken aback by your confession, he wanted nothing but to hold you in his arms forever, to kiss your soft lips and tell you everything would be okay. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you that though, not now, not after you’d lost so much yet gained so much responsibility. It would’ve been selfish of him to tell you how he felt, it would be wrong of him to use your grief to his advantage like that—
“Tae? What do you say?” Your eyes were big and full of hope as they found his, sending his stomach into a frenzied fluttering mess.
“Is that what you want?” His voice was cautious and calculated.
“Yes, I’m sure of it.” You looked back up at him, his eyes were soft and understanding as he offered you a small smile before a yawn overtook him.
“Okay, pack up what you want to take and we’ll set off tomorrow morning. If I’m driving I’ll need to get some sleep though.” He sounded almost guilty that he needed rest, which made you chuckle under your breath. By far Taehyung was the kindest, most gentle man you had ever met. He was smooth and delicate like water, whereas Jungkook was always rough and loud like fire.
“That’s okay… I’ll start packing now.” You climbed off the bed, firing him a small grin before you wound up in your own room and began folding clothes.
There was something cathartic about organising your belongings into what to take and what to leave behind, and for a while it kept your mind busy enough to forget about why you wanted to leave in the first place. At the very top of one of the bookshelves you noticed a small envelope, which seemed to be quite heavy as you picked it up.
Inside was a badly-written note and a huge diamond silver ring, it took you a few seconds to pluck up the courage to read the letter itself as you didn’t know what to expect, but judging from the faint smell of smoke and whiskey you knew exactly who had written this. You sat down on the bed, crossing your legs as you tried on the fine jewellery which seemed to fit perfectly, tears already cascading down your cheeks.
Dear Y/N…
If you’re reading this something very bad has happened to me. I don’t know how it happened but don’t blame yourself for this, my only hope is that it happened while protecting you. This is the one thing I have left of my family and I want you to have it. It was my grandmother’s, I’ve held onto it my whole life in case I ever found someone like you. I’m sorry I couldn’t give it to you in person, I’m sorry for a lot of things, but most of all I’m sorry for not telling you how much I love you. One day we’ll meet again, I promise.
Jungkook
The ring stayed on your finger as you wiped your face, your head beginning to bang and throb in pain as a migraine overtook your senses. You didn’t know how long the envelope had been there, you didn’t want to know, what was important was the fact you found it when you did. Admiring the diamond dancing under the light, you were still in awe that it was a perfect fit, reality eventually sinking in. He loved you, and that was all you needed to know.
In the other room Taehyung sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he came across the same piece of information that he’d desperately wanted to be a lie. After Hoseok taunted you about his father killing your parents, Taehyung took it upon himself to check for himself just to be sure that they really did die in a plane crash all those years ago.
“For fucks sake…” He whispered, re-watching the security camera footage he’d managed to steal from the police archives he’d illegally broken into. Your parents never boarded the flight that went down like they were supposed to. Instead they attended a masquerade ball that night, held at the infamous Jung family residence… That was where your parents died, at the hands of Hoseok’s father.
He was telling the truth.
You’d been through enough, Taehyung thought. He couldn’t spring this on you as well, not at a time like this, it would’ve been unfair not to mention shitty of him to tell you. But to not tell you, to lie…that was something he wasn’t willing to do either.
It was early the next morning when you were sitting in the passenger seat of Taehyung’s car all packed up and ready to leave Seoul. He suddenly turned to face you with a serious expression, his long worried eyes flitting between your face and the new ring on your finger.
“Hoseok was telling the truth about your parents.”
His words caught you off guard to say the least, but by no means were you surprised. As much as you hated to admit it Hoseok was right, you had always suspected there was more to the story…but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.
“How do you know?”
“I did some digging and they never boarded the plane, they were at the Jung’s mansion when they died.” His words were like a stab to the chest, straight to the heart. You had lost everyone you’d ever loved, minus the very important person sitting next to you, at the hands of The Panthers. The thought alone made your blood simultaneously boil with rage and cool with sadness, but there was nothing that could be done about it now.
“Let’s go.” You said with teary eyes, fingers playing with the diamond ring you’d recently discovered. At least in a way Jungkook would always be with you no matter where you were, your parents and Jimin were in your blood, Jin and the others in your heart. And with Taehyung by your side, you would never walk alone.
“Where do you want to go?” Taehyung asked calmly, his large hand on the steering wheel as he started the engine.
“Just drive.” You looked out the window, glancing at the beautiful cherry blossom tree outside the manor house one final time, watching it sway calmly in the light breeze as it did the day you arrived.
You didn’t have a plan, nor did Taehyung. Neither of you knew what would happen next, where you would go or what you would find. As you drove off into the sunrise, the smell of crisp morning air flooding your senses, all that mattered to you was that you did it together.
Only once you’d left this life behind could your new one really begin.
Pairing/s: runaway!You and getaway driver!Jungkook
Description: “Honestly, you’re not that bad that I couldn’t trust you with my car.” —; part of the Lacerta series
Sequence of events: myg, knj, jjk, jhs, ksj, pjm, kth
Word Count: 9,445
Note/s: Mentions of characters that will appear in the future installments of the Lacerta series, as well as some spoilers to their possible roles.
/Warning!\: Swearing, violence, other possibly triggering themes that weren’t covered in the aforementioned warnings
You needed to run—now. There was no time to waste as you zoomed past the dark labyrinth that had covered what you called home. But “home” didn’t mean much; it was just a word that stood for the hell that you were trying so desperately to escape from.
The place where you used to stay in... it wasn’t a good place to grow up in. It was scary to a youngster, especially when they experience or witness the brutality for the first time. You could feel the chill of the memories settling into your bones again and you tried to banish them into the darkest corners of your mind. You didn’t need distraction when you have a high chance of ending up in a ditch somewhere, lifeless. So, you ran as fast as your legs could carry you—until headlights illuminated your back.
Time came to a momentary standstill as the dread sunk in, thinking they finally found you. After three days of hiding, it all came to this. The movies didn’t say that going out to the drugstore to buy a new tube of your favorite lipstick shade was a surefire way to get you killed. Your legs pumped harder as your shoes made slapping noises on the asphalt. You never wanted to go back to that hellhole. They’d have to kill you first before they drag your corpse back.
Still, you were no match to the speed of the approaching vehicle. You could hear the rumble of its engine as it neared you. In one last futile attempt, you tried veering off towards the side. A glance, and you skidded to a stop: you forgot that it was the steep side of the mountain you were running along. Tears started clouding your vision as you frantically tried to form an escape plan in your mind. You didn’t register the sound of screeching tires as the driver braked. All you knew was that the world became disoriented for a moment—suddenly, you were airborne, eyes fixated on the stars twinkling in front of you before the impact knocked the air out of your lungs and made pain bloom throughout your body.
You barely registered the sound of boots hitting the asphalt until a dark shadow loomed over you. With your blurry vision, you could barely make out who it was. However, you heard the person’s voice clearly when you heard him say, “Hmm, are you dead enough that I can leave you alone?”
Your body seemed to be on auto-pilot as your chest immediately stopped moving at his remark. You were acting based on instincts alone and your instincts were telling you to do anything to fight for survival. The man hovered above your body for a few more moments. Then, you heard a metallic sound. Your mind knew what was going to happen before your body registered the searing pain that bloomed from your thigh. Your ears rang from the loudness of the gunshot but you did your best to stay still, even when tears were starting to form behind your eyelids. The man then said, “Alright, at least that will help you lose blood a little quicker. Unfortunately, I’ll have to leave you here, Miss Y/N. Defectors and traitors need to know what happens to people who try to follow your example.”
The sound of his shoes softened as he walked away. You heard him get inside his car and for a split moment, you thought he was going to run over your body for good measure. You wouldn’t put it past him; after all, he had done worse things in his lifetime. Still, you breathed a tiny sigh of relief when he skirted around you as he zoomed past. Then, you were left alone with the cicadas and the starry night. You snapped your eyes open once he left and groaned in pain. You tried moving but it was too painful to do so. In the end, you remained lying there on the road, defeatedly accepting that this was how you will leave this world.
You weren’t even able to make it through the week. You laughed a little at how pathetic the thought was, even as your ribs burned in protest. You couldn’t help but stare at the stars that seemed to shine brighter that night. Briefly, your silly, childhood dream of living in a place where stars would always be visible at night flashed in your mind. As you slowly sank into the darkness, the last thing you heard was the echo of car tires screeching.
They might as well run you over since you were about to be dead, anyways.
Everything hurt. Wasn’t this Hell’s stereotypical description? You gave a muffled moan as the pain intensified, feeling it more acutely now. Somewhere at your head’s level, you heard a beeping sound go faster, almost in time with your racing heart. There was a commotion before you realized the feeling of fabric against your skin.
Are you alive?
That’s so cliché, you couldn’t help but think. Still, you noticed that your thigh seemed to hurt more than your entire body. You tried speaking but your throat refused to cooperate. You also tried opening your eyes but they were too heavy. You started panicking and ended up hyperventilating. You heard voices, more distinct now than ever before you felt something strange and fluid being inserted through something into the back of your hand. Gradually, you felt sleepy again and immediately welcomed the lack of pain it would bring.
The next time you regained consciousness, you actually managed to say a colorful string of words that would make a sailor blush. It felt as if the light was piercing through your eyelids and boy, oh, boy: the pain worsened. What used to feel like a sting now felt like someone used you as a punching bag. You grunted, finally able to move your arms a little. You made noises, disapproving of the brightness before someone mercifully dimmed them. You stopped squirming, slowly peeling your eyes open. The first thing that registered was a Golden Retriever sitting at the foot of your bed.
When it noticed that you were awake, its ears perked up and its tail started wagging from side to side. You stared at it for a few moments before murmuring, “Why the fuck is there a dog on the bed? I mean you’re cute but still, why—”
It barked so loudly that you jumped in surprise, making you hiss in pain. Glaring at it, you said in a louder and sterner voice, “Okay, bad dog. I hate you. You just barked at me, you huge ball of fluff. I think you made my ears pop but nothing hurts more than moving so suddenly. Why are you even there? Are you a he or a she?”
“Sparky is a he and he’s a year old so apologies for his hyperactive nature” a voice said from somewhere beside you. You quickly whipped your eyes towards the direction of the source, not wanting to risk your head or neck, to see who it was. A tall, raven-haired guy came into view as he stepped forward. You noticed that the curtains were drawn, making the lights less harsh. Alarm bells were ringing in your head at his presence, making you feel on edge. He must have noticed your discomfort because he tilted his head before stepping back. “Sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable? Is this distance okay? Do you prefer talking to female?”
You merely blinked at him blankly before finally mustering up the courage to say, “Okay, I’m internally freaking out. Who are you and where am I? Am I alive? Don’t go all philosophical or cryptic on me, please.”
“Whoa, slow down, steam roller. I can answer in simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’, as well as silences if your questions are something I can’t or not allowed to answer” he explained, smiling a little before clearing his throat awkwardly. You watched as he assumed a poker-faced mask again as he continued, “You’re alive. You’re... in somewhere considerably safe for now while you recover. I’m not sure if I have clearance to say my name but I’m the one who found you on the road. You gave me a heart attack. I almost ran you over! It’s good that you managed to survive the worst of it, though. You’re one tough cookie.”
You listened carefully to his words, trying to find some clues in them and reading between the lines. He was tactful enough not to ask why you were covered in your own blood. Still, the ‘somewhere considerably safe’ worried you a lot, making you ask without thinking, “What would happen then once I get better?”
He merely stared at you and you figured you wouldn’t get an answer from him anytime soon. Before you could question him more, the door opened wide, making the dogs snap into attention. Sparky’s jaw hung open, excitedly jumping off the bed to lunge at the newcomer. You heard an audible yelp before a voice was raised to calm the furry animals down.
“Jungkook, how’s the condition of—” Another man who was also tall came into view. He stopped short when he saw you wide awake, exchanging a quick glance with the man in the room before turning back to you. Suffice to say, you weren’t sure how to respond when he smiled, showing his dimpled cheeks.
“Hello. I’m Namjoon. My friend here, Jungkook, found you on the road” he said, repeating the same thing the raven-haired man told to you earlier. You glanced at Jungkook, who was now sporting a hint of curiosity in his eyes as he looked at Namjoon. “Don’t worry. You’re safe. I realized that Jungkook might not be the best person to explain what’s happening and going to happen so, here I am. I hope he had’t scared you off just yet.”
His aura had a calming effect on you but you found that his eyes were sharp, able to take in every little detail. You had a strange feeling that he might just be more dangerous than the silent man to your side, if not just as. Namjoon looked at Jungkook again and amiably told him, “Kook, leave us alone for a moment. I need to talk to her about something.”
Jungkook lingered for a second longer before finally moving. You followed his movements with your eyes before the door clicked shut. Then, you focused your gaze on Namjoon and finally spoke up. “Have I seen you somewhere before? I feel like I’ve met you or something.”
He smiled and took a chair, carrying it until he was close enough to the bed before sitting down. Casually, he answered, “Hello, Y/N. What are you doing half-dead up in the mountains?”
Your eyes widened in alarm then. No one knew your real name. Even back from where you’re from, they only call you as certain nickname. Seeing that he knew your one of your well-kept secrets, it made you terrified. What else does he know about you?
Sensing your distress, he leaned back on his seat and held up his hands, a gesture of surrender and neutrality. “Relax. I forgot you have the memory of a goldfish. We met when you... well, technically, your father threw a party to commemorate the fact that you’re already of legal age. That was a year ago.”
It took a while but you finally were able to connect the dots. Looking at him in a new light, you asked in a hushed tone, “You’re the one who got called the gatecrasher, right? But you actually got sent an invitation, for some reason.”
He nodded in confirmation. “Yes, that’s the one. In my defense, I couldn’t really refuse when your brother gave it to me personally and basically dragged me to the party. At least, I wasn’t held at gunpoint or it could have ended badly for him.”
“Wait, wait. I didn’t know about this” you hastily cut him off. Scrunching your eyebrows in confusion, you gave him a questioning look even as you asked, “What do you mean he sent you an invitation himself?”
He paused, his face clouding for a moment before saying in a somber voice, “I’ll explain later. For now, I am in a hurry but I need to see you first and confirm a few things. First, answer my previous question, Y/N.”
You blinked repeatedly, feeling your stomach sink. You didn’t know how to best explain that you were running away because you’d had enough, and that he might as well be holding a refugee under his roof. Still, you knew you couldn’t pull off a lie that would convince him enough. So, you decided to tell him, “I would love to explain but for now, all I can say is that I ran away and I’m not here to spy on you.”
He frowned at your vague answer, obviously displeased. You braced yourself when he leaned forward an asked in a serious tone, “Why did you run away? From what I saw a year ago, you seemed fine. You even looked like you have a great relationship with your father.”
You sighed, turning your head away. Then, in a stoic manner: “My father’s dead. My brother is now the one taking care of everything, alongside his mother.”
He stared at you for a few more seconds before nodding. His eyes told you that he understood that there were still things you didn’t want to say just yet and that he understood what you weren’t saying in your last statement. He simply stood up and told you, “Stay here until you recover. I’ll stop by every now and then. Some of my higher members might stop by. Don’t worry, I promise they’re well-behaved. You only have to be wary of the members underneath them in hierarchy. Jungkook will be with you most of the time to act as a guard but you will be informed for possible shifts in the future.”
“Um, thanks... sir?” The honorific came out more of a question since you weren’t sure how to address the leader of Lacerta. He merely smiled and supplied instead, “Namjoon. I feel old if you call me Mr. Kim or sir when we’re born only a few years apart.”
With that, he left and Jungkook entered the room again. He stared at the chair Namjoon left by your bedside before looking at your face. You froze a little as he seemed to appraise you. When he broke the silence, he said, “What’s your name? It seems like Namjoon knows you.”
You hesitated, unsure of how to respond. If you told your name, there might be a high chance he would be able to recognize you, especially if he was one of the higher members. You knew you weren’t that well-known, except to the people who had their eyes set on your late father. So, you decided to answer him by simply saying, “Call me Z, I guess. For now.”
He was silent for a second before you heard him snort, making you frown. “Z? Really? What are you, in a spy movie or something?” he asked in mild sarcasm. You shot him an irritated look, starting to dislike him.
“Boy, excuse you but not everyone is comfortable with sharing their names” you replied. Then, as an afterthought, you added, “If you don’t like that, call me Omi.”
He tilted his head out of curiosity, the change evident in his features. Sitting on the vacant chair, he leaned forward and placed his elbow on the mattress, placing his chin on his palm as he asked you, “Why Omi? Is that your real name now?”
You rolled your eyes before replying, “Omi, short for ‘Omega’. It was one of the more popular nicknames that I have from where I was from. Now, shoo, kid. I want to rest.”
“I’m not a kid” he said in annoyance. “I turned legal a couple of years back. I’m betting my buttons you’re the one who’s not yet legal. You’re such a midget to be of age.”
You had just given him your back when he shot that at you. Feeling your left eye twitch, you instantly whirled around, startling him. He met your eyes, narrowed against wide ones. He seemed to sense the mood as he slowly backed away as you said, “If you think assuming that you know everything in my life makes you endearing to me, here’s a shocker for you: you’re really starting to grate on my nerves. Hustle on, rabbit. Don’t you have some gang stuff you need to do? I don’t want nor need you breathing down my neck, thanks.”
He sighed at your biting remarks, running his hand through his hair. He gave you a look before slowly explaining, as if he was talking to someone dumb, “Didn’t you hear what Namjoon said? I’m supposed to be with you all the time. So, I don’t have any other ‘gang stuff’ I need to do except you.”
He didn’t realize what he said wrong until you choked on thin air, which was right after he stopped talking. It took a moment to sink in before he turned red all over, including his ears and neck. “Okay, holy fuck. Wait, rewind. No, not in that context. I meant, I have to guard you as per his order so yes, I am not any happier with this arrangement than you are because this is not what I do best and I want to be out there with them, possibly on the field.”
“Christ Almighty, please choose your words carefully next time and not give us both a heart attack” you commented in a dry tone. When you noticed how his skin was still flushed and his eyes flitted everywhere but never landed on you, you rolled your eyes. “Oh my god, you’re worse than a prude and a virgin... or both. I need to sleep. I can’t deal with this any longer.”
He made an indignant noise before you gave him your back, signaling the end of the weird interaction. You heard him huff before settling back into his seat. It took a while for you to actually fall unconscious because you were acutely aware of another person’s presence in the room. It didn’t help that he was a guy and there were about a thousand ways that this could go wrong. However, you were already to drowsy to care at this point as you surrendered to the softness of the pillow and mattress.
You survived a two days without having to talk to Jungkook or anyone unless absolutely necessary. Namjoon hadn’t really visited again after. That meant you were stuck with your guard all day long. You almost wished the other members would visit you, regardless of their position, before remembering that your mere presence was already raising eyebrows left and right. At least, that was the impression you got from that one talk with Namjoon.
You sighed deeply and looked to your right, pinning your eyes on your guard, who looked like he was bored out of his mind. It took him a while to notice that you were eyeing him. When he did, he shot you a smirk and asked, “See something you like, buttercup?”
“If I were able-bodied right now, you could have been dead in the seven seconds that it took you to notice I was staring at you” you nonchalantly said to him, making him scowl. “Also, ‘buttercup’, really? Couldn’t think of anything better than that, rabbit?”
“Are you trying to pick a fight just to amuse your bedridden ass? Because buttercup, that’s the impression I’m getting” Jungkook blurted out frankly, raising an eyebrow at you. You fell silent at that before huffing and crossing your arms, looking away. In your peripheral vision, you see him shake his head in amusement before saying, “You’re so childish.”
“Well, excuse you, I’m more used to adrenaline rushes than this silent waiting for recovery” you retorted out of sass, although your words were true. The stillness you were feeling made you uncomfortable and you wanted nothing more than to shoot out of your bed. You didn’t realize that Jungkook was eyeing you, trying to judge for himself the true weight of your words.
Nevertheless, he seemed to reach a decision as he stood up and walked to your bedside. You did your best to ignore him until he said, “There’s a balcony here a couple of doors down. That’s the best shot of fresh air and change of scenery that you’ll be getting under these circumstances.”
Your head whipped around, eyes meeting his in surprise and suspicion. He met yours evenly as you said, “How can I be sure that you won’t lead me to be slaughtered?”
“Such an optimist!” he said in mock cheeriness. “Well, it’s your call. Besides, if you did decide to take me up on my offer, I’ll have to check if there are gang members milling around the hallways. You’re probably one of Lacerta’s top secrets, whether we like it or not and whether you like it or not. Your mere presence puts everyone at risk so... yeah. Add that to the tensions with the other group and all.”
You fell silent at that, contemplating about the new scrap of information that he gave you. You weren’t sure if he was telling the truth or not. Still, it was something worth heeding since you already received the signal from Namjoon that you weren’t mostly welcome in their turf. You found Jungkook still staring at you, waiting for your response. Taking a deep breath, you gruffly said, “Get me a damn wheelchair and make sure the coast is clear before you smuggle me out.”
It was a great relief that you were already off the hooks and wires that were connected to you when you first woke up. Otherwise, the machines would have made a lot of ruckus and wouldn’t have helped you escape with Jungkook. Lugging around the IV bag and the metal stand, however, was another thing. And as frustrating to see Jungkook struggling, it was amusing because it never occurred to him to hook the bag on the pole on the back of the wheelchair.
The door to your room was standing ajar and you waited on the wheelchair, lounging in a relaxed position while he tried to figure out how to carry the stand. After hearing him swear under his breath for the nth time, you giggled before interrupting him, “Dumbass, the bag goes on this pole at the back of the wheelchair. Why else do you think this metal stick be here? For impaling enemies?”
Jungkook stopped his movements just as realization dawned on his features. He sighed heavily while his cheeks colored. Shooting you an aggravated look, he went to do as you said, “Buttercup, you could have spoken up earlier so we didn’t have to go through this kind of trouble.”
“It was fun watching you so no, I had to simply watch until my ears bled from all the swearing you did” you nonchalantly replied. You felt the wheelchair move, making your heart race in excitement. It would be the first time you would get out of the boring, four walls that you were confined in and you couldn’t wait to see what kind of view greets you. True enough, he led you a couple of doors down yours before he opened another one. A little confused, you simply observed in silence until he pushed the door wide open.
“Okay... seeing another room isn’t exactly something my kind of fresh air but holy shit, who has that many computers in a single lifetime?” you loudly said in shock, fixated on the sight of the monitors and other electronic paraphernalia littered around one side of the room. You heard Jungkook chuckle as he pushed you further into the room.
“That’s Hoseok hyung’s work area. His side of the room is usually dark but since he’s not working here right now, the lights are all on. Oh, and your breath of fresh air is this way.” He made a left around the corner, revealing more of the room. Whoever Hoseok was, he must like the color blue to have so many different shades of it in one side. The other side, however, was a nice contrast: there were so many shades of black, white and gray, with sudden bursts of lavender here and there. Perhaps the best part of this side of the room, however, was the huge balcony doors, covered by billowing white curtains to give some privacy. Jungkook pushed the doors outwards with ease, letting the light of the setting sun in and some fresh air.
“God, this is wonderful” you whispered to yourself, taking in the sight of the outside world. It was obvious right off the bat. The place was built on the mountainside. You could see the city sprawled out past the cliff, slowly coming alive as the twilight transitioned to evening. What charmed you about the place was that it seemed that nothing was touched unless necessary. Nature was well-kept around here and it felt... homey. At least, if there was anything to describe the feeling of the word ‘homey’, it was this.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Jungkook said in a calm voice. You briefly look up to see him smiling a little as he looked out, taking in everything the same way that you did moments ago. “I fought with tooth and claw with Hoseok hyung to get this side of the room. I mean, come on, the view enough is worth fighting for.”
“Really now?” you said, chuckling. You stopped short for a second, realizing what he said. “Wait, so this is your room? Like, that bed I was eyeing earlier is yours?”
He laughed at your question before answering, “Yeah, and I noticed you doing that. I hope you don’t mind that I took you here. No one really tries to bother Hoseok hyung and I so we rarely get that much visitors around this area of the house. So technically, this is the safest place you could be in, aside from your own room.”
You merely nodded in reply, accepting his explanation. The two of you relapsed into silence once again before Jungkook spoke up again, “What’s your favorite food?”
“Why are you asking me such a weird question?” you automatically shot back at him, feeling a little apprehensive at his sudden talkativeness. You weren’t used to him being a little more civil than usual, mainly due to the fact that you tried to keep your interactions to bare minimum. However, it seemed that the rabbit gained some confidence since you were in his territory, after all.
“Come on, humor me. It’s such a nice sunset, a nice view with a passable company” he said, poking fun at you. He flashed you a smile, showing you his teeth. Again, he reminded you of a rabbit when he did that. Shaking those thoughts out of your head for a moment, you decided to just answer him.
“Anything that is cheesy will be my favorite food” you answered. He nodded, seeming to listen to you and storing the information away into some tiny compartment in his mind.
“Favorite color?” You shot him an unamused look, although your twitching lips said otherwise. He merely raised an eyebrow back, waiting for your reply. “Lilac. Contrary to popular belief, lilac is a much lighter shade than lavender.”
Before he could ask another question, you decided to ask him yourself, “Why don’t you answer your own question as well, Jungkook? It’s only fair to do that.”
He laughed easily before saying, “Okay, I guess you’re right. Favorite food would be... okay, there’s too many. I guess pizza would be a nice start. Favorite color... well, all the colors you see in my side of the room are my favorite colors except lavender. I just liked the contrast it had to the monochrome theme so I added it. So, next question is...”
Somehow, sneaking you into his shared room with his ‘Hoseok hyung’ became a regular occurrence after a while. You simply had to say you were bored or he simply had to say he was bored and you would both agree to go into his room. You would end up spending hours at his balcony, talking about random topics that would come into mind. There were times when he would share bits about himself and his life. You would listen carefully, finding yourself intrigued and fascinated by that side of him. Other times, you would contribute with some memories of your own. Of course, you made sure that you only told him the better ones—you doubt anyone would like to hear just exactly what kind of life you had behind the rainbows and butterflies.
It took you five weeks before you were able to finally walk on your own. You beamed with pride and joy when you were finally able to roam around the room you occupied during the duration of your stay. Jungkook watched you intently, as if waiting for you to collapse or cry out in pain. You weren’t anywhere near the former, although the latter seemed appealing with the amount of pain shooting up your thigh that was shot. Still, it was the best and most desired progress because that would mean you could finally leave and stop being a bother to all these people.
“When do you think could I leave?” you asked Jungkook out of curiosity, sitting yourself on the couch he was occupying in your room. He looked at your for a moment, as if he was trying to process your words and failing. You tilted your head in confusion, finding his reaction strange. He must have noticed it because he cleared his throat awkwardly.
“I’m not sure yet. There seems to be some... um, problems and Namjoon hyung is trying to, well, fix everything as soon as possible” he vaguely said. You frowned at that, finding it suspicious. Before you could question him further, Namjoon unceremoniously entered the room. He raised an eyebrow when he saw you on the couch with Jungkook.
“Looks like someone can finally walk around” he said in a light voice. He sat on an chair across you, pining you with his intense gaze. Somehow, you found yourself steeling your nerves and waiting for whatever he was about to say or do. Then, he continued, “I have... news for you.”
“I’m assuming it’s bad if your face looks like that” you stated your observation. When his face showed confusion, you decided to explain, “You’re good at hiding your emotions but not the tensions on your face. Your jaw has been clenching for the thirty seconds that you were inside the room.”
“Oh, sorry. I thought you wouldn’t notice. As expected from someone like you” he said, sounding like he was complimenting you. You decided not to assume such as he continued, “Well, I won’t sugarcoat it for you then. We can’t let you go just yet.”
“What? Why?” you immediately asked, partially shocked by the information. “Wait, let me guess. It’s the typical trope of being a spy for the other team and all that bullshit. Excuse my French but what the fuck? Do they need to know that I was in this situation in the first place because of the same people they thought sent me here?”
You felt instead of saw Jungkook react beside you. You paid him no mind, your focus solely on the man sitting across you. Namjoon kept a calm disposition as he said, “I did my best to convince them otherwise but more than half agreed with the decision. Personally, I agree with them, though. It’s not safe for you to leave and—”
You let out an unlady-like snort when you heard his line of reasoning. It seemed to you that he didn’t understand the situation. “Do I have to barge in there and reveal everything I know just so they would believe me?” you cut him off with a challenging tone.
You saw the steel in his eyes as he curtly replied, “And what, Y/N? Prove that you had cut all ties from those people by betraying their secrets? That makes you an asset, in case it hadn’t cross your mind, which could potentially convince them even further that you should be kept here. I understand that you want to leave but what I don’t get is why.”
You sighed in frustration, knowing he was right. Your spine curved as your shoulders slumped and the two men in the room caught on to the change in your demeanor. While picking at your nails, you mumbled, “I’m more used to running away than being locked up like some bird or something. Just thinking about staying here under some unreasonable terms give me the hives.”
“You do know you sound irresponsible and immature, right?” Both you and Namjoon whipped your heads in surprise. Jungkook merely wore an honest expression, although the attention he was getting made his cheeks flush a little. “What? I’m just being honest here. Running away is not ideal at all. What if you were caught again, just like last time? Who’s to say that you would get lucky again? And your reason is that you’re used to that? I don’t know about you but I want to scoff at that.”
Annoyed, you adjusted yourself so that your torso was facing his and snapped in a scathing tone, “Oh yeah? So what do you propose I do then? Go on, Sherlock. It seems like you have all the answers to Life’s mysteries.”
Namjoon watched the two of you in apprehension, his eyes currently trained on Jungkook and silently hoping the younger man wouldn’t say something to set you off. To his credit, he remained cool and nonchalant as he said, “I don’t know. I mean, what are your motivations, Y/N? You’re alive and you’re here. Now, what do you want to do? Have you seriously thought about that?”
That made you pause for a moment. You kept your eyes on his, trying to figure out how this person looked so different at that moment. You were only used to his playful and somewhat sarcastic side but seeing him this serious and stubborn made you think twice if you really knew him or not.
“I... I just want the feud between Cepheus and Lacerta to stop. It’s stupid, really. I mean, both groups have enough resources to easily coexist side by side. Why seek for more? If we or you want more, an alliance could have just been formed. There, problem solved” you grumbled.
It was silent for a while before Namjoon spoke up. “Well then, that’s settled. We’re helping you take back Cepheus. In return, you’re going to form that alliance that you mentioned. I trust that you are a woman of your word, Y/N, yes?”
“Wait, what?” Jungkook interjected in surprise. He sat straight on his seat, looking between you and Namjoon as if he was watching an intense tennis match. When neither of you acknowledge him, he pressed on, “Can someone please tell me if this is an absurd idea or an actual death wish.”
“It’s not... It’s not a death wish, Jungkook” you said in a slightly dazed voice, your mind already working. You pinned your eyes on Namjoon, who was looking at you expectantly. With a deep breath, you told him, “I think I know a way to bring the current leaders down.”
It took three good hours of planning before Namjoon finally left, approving it and mulling over additional precautionary measures. You and Jungkook sat in silence, letting it envelope you both. You were rubbing your eyelids in drowsiness when you heard the familiar treble of his voice.
“So... Y/N? Did I get the pronunciation of your name right?” he asked casually. You jolted a little when you realized it was the first time he called you by your real name, only finding out because of how freely Namjoon used it earlier. You mutely nodded wanting to just sleep all night and through the morning the next day. However, it seemed that your companion had other plans.
He twisted on his seat until he was facing you. Meeting his gaze, he asked, “Why didn’t you simply give your name in the first place?”
You scanned his face, finding nothing but genuine curiosity. You sighed, collecting your thoughts as best as you could in your sleep-addled state and replied, “I’m just not used to people calling me by that name. In Cepheus, we don’t tell people our real name. We give them a nickname instead which they can use to call us by. Sometimes, it’s ridiculous but most of the time, they sound like our actual names so it’s easy to conceal your identity that way.”
“What happens then if you insist on using your real name at all times?”
“You’re basically asking for enemies—both inside the gang and outside—to shoot you right through your brain.” He nodded in understanding and helped you get up, your muscles and joints protesting at the movement. You hobbled over to your bed, letting him place you on it.
Much to your surprise, he didn’t leave right away when you settled in. Instead, he stayed to tuck you in, which stunned you even more. When he saw your expression, he chuckled and wryly said, “Hey, I’m capable of not being an ass 67% percent of the time. But really, I’m staying because I want to ask you something. All of these... Are you sure this is okay with you?”
Your eyes softened at the concern he displayed. Extending a hand, you interlaced your fingers loosely with his over the blanket. This made his head snap up to look directly at you. Keeping eye contact, you told him in a reassuring voice, “Jungkook, I’m fine with everything. I appreciate your concern but don’t worry too much. We can’t afford to lose focus once we put the plan in action. Besides, if Hoseok is as good as you claimed him to be, this might be more or less a piece of cake. My step-family aren’t exactly the most subtle people in the world.”
His eyes crinkled and his nose scrunched when he chuckled and you couldn’t help but think of how much that expression suited him. His face smoothed out again as he said, “Okay then, if you say so. Just do your best in recovering. We’ll take care of this.”
He didn’t notice the frown you wore since he already turned on his heels and left the room. That must be why the four guys staring you down looked just as confused as he is. You exhaled loudly, frustration clear on your face. You knew you had an audience since you were all stood in the middle of the foyer but you didn’t care. It took you a while and as little breaks as possible to reach your destination and you weren’t about to be rejected. You stubbornly stood there and fought for your case.
“Look, I know I’m still recovering from what happened but I promise you, I am a valuable and potentially an important asset for this mission” you tried reasoning with them.
“Really now? And why are we supposed to think that way?” one of them sarcastically questioned you. You merely smiled back with just as much acid, glad that someone finally asked that question.
“I know the entire estate like the back of my hand. How did you think I escaped on my own?” Silence greeted your words and you smiled triumphantly at that. Jungkook noticed and he groaned, torn between amusement and exasperation. You added, “Also, I know the easiest and most likely safest routes in and out of there. What are we even using for transport?”
“We’re going to be using a van and who said you’re in?” the same grumpy guy from earlier countered. Just before you retorted hotly at him, Namjoon calmly cut in to prevent the situation from escalating.
“Y/N is coming with us. Yoongi hyung, you’re the distraction in the form of a fake negotiation for the oil trade routes. Seokjin hyung, you’ll be the one sneaking in to plant the chips in their main security hub, as well as all of her step-family’s electronic gadgets. Jungkook will be Yoongi’s guard while Taehyung will provide backup for Seokjin once he enters. Are we clear on the plan?”
There were grunts of assent while the man named Seokjin mumbled, “Where is Taehyung even? I swear, his late ass self will not be the reason why I will die just because he didn’t hear the debriefing.”
“I’m right here.” Your head whipped around to see a man standing by the grand staircase, leaning against the banister. His eyes locked on yours and he flashed you a quick smile before joining your little circle. “Don’t worry, Seokjin hyung. I’ll be sure to always narrowly miss you when I make my shots. Try not to scream like a sissy, okay?”
“Fuck you, kid” Seokjin replied, even though his lips were twitching. Your eyes found Jungkook’s, taken aback by how intensely he was looking at you. You felt your breath catch in your throat.
“Alright, let’s go. It would be best to leave now than later. Time is gold” Namjoon said, breaking the tense atmosphere between the two of you. You released an exhale, not realizing your unconsciously stopped breathing until now. The guys looked at him in confusion.
“Wait, who’s the getaway driver then?” Jungkook asked. “I’m going to be with Yoongi hyung. I can’t exactly be the driver when I’m guarding him, right?”
“Oh, don’t worry. Y/N will make sure we’ll get out of there in one piece” Namjoon nonchalantly replied but it was enough for their eyes to bug out, as well as yours. You opened your mouth to protest but the leader shot you a sharp look.
You grumbled instead, “Fine. I’ve had my fair share of getaway-driving experience.” You stuffed your hands in the pockets of the jeans you were given. “So, where is the car key and who am I going to answer to if it gets damaged in any way?”
Namjoon looked pointedly at Jungkook, who held his stare for a solid minute before grumbling, fishing out his car key. You stretched out your hand, palm facing upwards but before he gave it to you, he said in a low, menacing voice, “One scratch, Y/N, and I am happily shipping off your head on a golden platter to Cepheus.”
You raised an eyebrow and replied in a sweet tone, “Aw, bunny, I know how soft you get when you watch anime. You don’t scare me and you most certainly don’t intimidate me, no matter what you height may be.” You swiped at his key, sashaying away after finding satisfaction at his gobsmacked expression.
“I don’t think Kookie has ever been burned that hard until today” Taehyung said in a mischievous voice. They all followed you outside, where they found you gawking at the car parked idly in front.
“Okay, I don’t know much about cars but holy damn, that baby looks so majestic” you gushed as you approached, letting your fingertips glide on the smooth surface almost reverently. You unlocked it, slipping easily into the driver’s seat and sighed at the smell enveloping you. As the guys piled in, you piped up in a teasing tone, “This car definitely belongs to a guy. I think I can see an empty bag of chips under the glove compartment.”
“Hey! I take full offense!” Jungkook retorted hotly, twisting on the shotgun seat to glare at her. “I keep my stuff pristine clean, okay? Where the fuck is that imaginary bag of chips, huh?”
“Calm down, I was just messing with you” you said, rolling your eyes at his defensiveness. You hear someone sigh behind you—probably Namjoon—before pulling out a tube of lipstick. As you flipped down the visor mirror so you could apply it, it took a few seconds before Jungkook made a noise.
“Wait, is that the same lipstick I found in your— When you were—”
“The very same” you replied nonchalantly. With the warm, brick red color on your lips, you slightly feel like yourself again. Even though faint scars still littered your face, you smiled at your reflection before turning to him. “I did not nearly die just so I wouldn’t be able to use this masterpiece.”
“Excuse you but that’s drugstore makeup, honey” someone butted in and you turned on your seat to face Seokjin. He had a comical look on his face, looking hilariously scandalized at your words. “I would call Chanel or maybe even Mac as a masterpiece but not that crayon you are holding your hand right now, miss.”
“Shut the fuck up or I will blow my brains out and fail my part of the plan” Yoongi grumbled. That made everyone fall silent as you revved up the engine. “Hit the gas pedal now, Y/N, or I swear I will—”
His words were drowned out by Seokjin and Taehyung’s screams as the car flew forward. What would have been a fifteen-minute drive became seven minutes, thought, everyone did look a tad bit pale when you finally slowed to a stop. They all quickly made their way out except for Jungkook. He was looking at you with wide eyes, torn between horror and mirth.
“Have something to say about my driving skills, mister?” you challenged him, your eyes twinkling with something more mischievous than you let on. His exhale came out in a whoosh before shaking his head.
“Honestly, you’re not that bad that I couldn’t trust you with my car” he said wrily. Then, in a more hesitant tone, he added, “Just... lay off on the gas pedal for a bit? We really don’t want to ride straight to our graves.”
“Roger that, sergeant” you answered, laughing a little. You turned around on the driver’s seat to find the spot behind you empty. Frowning a little, you asked, “Where is Namjoon?”
“Here” you heard his voice from outside the open car door. “I needed to take a breather from the reckless driving you just did.”
You rolled your eyes, muttering ‘dramatic’ to yourself, making Jungkook laugh. You shared a look, full of mirth yet concern dulled the warmth strangely spreading in your chest. Before you could say something to ease the tension, he was already climbing out of the car, joining everybody else. Sighing to yourself, you leaned back against the leather just as Namjoon slid back in, setting up the communication line for this mission. He handed earpieces to everyone, including you. You heard the static crackle before his voice spoke clearly, “Can everybody hear me?”
Everyone murmured their assent, making Namjoon hum in satisfaction. He went over the plan again, making it brief and concise before sending away Yoongi and Jungkook first, shadowed by Taehyung before he searched for a high spot to set himself up. That meant only you, Namjoon and Seokjin remained in the car, waiting for Yoongi’s signal to start. You could hear the faint sounds of conversations as Yoongi smoothly talked his way past the guards and into an impromptu meeting with the heads of Cepheus, armed with nothing but some highly sensitive information Hoseok questionably procured from his ‘search’. Still, it was enough to keep them occupied, giving Seokjin the signal to start his infiltration.
“Wish me luck. Let’s hope this pretty face remains intact. Taehyung, I’m rely on your to keep me unmarred” he muttered through the comms, making Jungkook scoff faintly while Taehyung snorted loud and clear. Then, all that was left in the car was you and Namjoon, both staring at the tiny screen of the tablet Hoseok provided for tracking. You watched the two stationary dots representing Yoongi and Jungkook remain in what you assumed was the conference room while Seokjin’s move fast through the halls. Taehyung was far from the three but you were believed he was within range in case anyone of them gets into trouble. Now, all that was left was to wait, a delicate game of cat and mouse unfolding a few blocks away from where the car was parked.
And you knew, something was wrong. It manifested in the way Seokjin moved fast—way too fast to be realistic, given the circumstances—to the main security room.
In all your memories, you knew the hall leading to it was riddled with guards and gang members. And yet, it seemed that your team’s spy didn’t have much trouble getting in. However, when your hairs raised, you were quick to speak through the comms, “Guys, be alert. Something is up. Seokjin, be quick. Taehyung, be on standby. Also, keep your weapon of choice within easy reach.”
In a softer voice, you muttered to yourself, “It shouldn’t be this easy.”
“You sounded like a leader back there” Namjoon casually commented that it took you a moment to realize what he meant. You colored in embarrassment, thinking you might have offended him by speaking and assuming such a role so boldly. Just as when you opened your mouth to apologize, he waved his hand in dismissal and told you, “It’s okay. Maybe your quick thinking might save their lives in the long run. And it just shows that you would be fit to lead Cepheus, no?”
You only had time to answer with a shrug when Seokjin’s urgent voice spoke, “Guys? DId Hoseok tell us what’s the combination for this numerical keypad thingy? Because if he didn’t, we’re fucked. I don’t have any equipment that could bypass this system.”
A cold chill crept down your spine, not knowing about that information. They must have added that recently, probably after you ran away. You met Namjoon’s eyes and found the trepidation mirrored there, no matter how faint it looked due to the guards he had up. His command was immediate. “Yoongi, buy us more time. We ran into a problem. Jungkook and Taehyung, be on standby.”
You chewed on your lower lip, trying to figure out what it could be when Seokjin suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence. “Never mind, guys. I figure it out. Stupid fuckers taped a piece of paper with the goddamn code under the damn mat. Like, it’s the cheap kind of doormat and they hid the code there like it was a spare key. Seriously, are you sure this is the Cepheus were talking about?”
“I would defend the gang but given who’s leading it right now, I wouldn’t be too surprised if I were you” you told him with a dry chuckle. You heard some clinking and shuffling while Namjoon listened in to the discussion coming from Yoongi’s line.
“Seokjin, three burly guys are coming towards the room. Lock the door. I’m taking them out” Taehyung’s order cut through the line. You waited with baited breath as Seokjin let out a muffled curse and the sound of a lock clicking could be heard. Then, a few moments later, Taehyung spoke up again, “Okay, they’re out. Careful not to step on the mess. We don’t want them tracking you because of bloody footprints.”
And just as when Seokjin told them that he was nearing his exit, Yoongi swore loudly, followed by the sound of a gun going off. The sound made your ear rang, grimacing at the sensation. Still, you heard him loud and clear. “Someone get us out of here. They knew we were coming.”
Swearing profusely, you automatically moved without further prodding. Flooring the gas pedal, you did a quick U-turn before gunning it down towards the mansion. For once, you were glad that the mansion was generally open or else it would complicated your escape greatly. Namjoon held on tight to the back of your seat while you maneuvered the car down the road, slamming on the brakes when you saw Taehyung holding his own against two guys. By the time you stopped, the men he was fighting were already knocked out cold on the ground. He quickly slipped inside, not even giving him time to settle before stepping on the pedal again.
“Fucking hell, I thought I was going to die. There were four of them behind me, can you believe that?” Taehyung said breathlessly, somehow making the life-and-death situation sound like it was thrilling to him. “I don’t think anyone has ever gone after a sniper’s life as desperately as they did then.”
“Where was Seokjin when you last saw him?” Namjoon asked.
“West wing, last window at the back. Y/N, open the sunroof, will you? Let’s collect that old man first.”
Looking at him dubiously through the rear mirror, you didn’t make a sound of protest as you did as he said. Namjoon merely rattled off instructions to Jungkook as the two fled for their lives now that their part was done. You made the turn then, knowing it would lead you to the very back of the west wing.
“Stop right there!” Taehyung shouted and you braked, just in time to see Seokjin peak his head through the window. With a smile, he jumped gracefully, landing on the roof before slipping through the opening. “Close the sunroof now before we get rained on by bullets.”
“Y/N, drive out to the front” Namjoon said.
“I don’t have a death wish, bro” you blurted out. Seokjin and Taehyung managed to chuckle despite the situation. Even Namjoon managed to crack a small smile.
“We’re getting Jungkook and Yoongi. Do as I say.”
With a grumble and worrying more than you let on, you obeyed his order and drove as fast as you could. When you finally reached the front, you didn’t hesitate on running over some of the guards aiming their guns at all of you. The two men finally burst through the doors, the heads of Cepheus hot on their tails. Their chasers seemed to stop on their tracks when they saw what was waiting for them outside.
Of course, you had to roll down the window so they knew who was after them. You eyes met your stepbrother’s, making you shoot him a lazy smile as Jungkook clambered into the shotgun seat. What you wanted to tell him was clear. I’m not yet done with you.
And before they regained their senses, you yelled a “Buckle up!” to your passengers before disappearing down the road.
Cepheus didn’t follow in hot pursuit. Your brother understood your intent. The Lacerta members didn’t seem to want to question it, not wanting to ruin the fragile serenity in the car. While the others were passed out, Jungkook remained wide eyed, staring diligently at the road ahead.
“You can rest, you know. I can drive us all back in one piece and still have enough time to go to a drive-through.” He smiled at that and turned towards you, his eyes crinkling.The brief glance you spared him was enough to heat up your cheeks. Somehow, his adorable smile was by far the most surprising thing you found in all of this, finding it out-of-place in such a cruel, dreary world.
“Nah, I’d rather be awake and make sure you don’t end up banging up my Roserta” he cheekily replied. You braked unnecessarily hard at a red light, ending up waking a couple of the members.
“You call your fucking car Roserta? What kind of shit are you pulling on me, Jeon Jungkook?” you told him, narrowing your eyes.
“Oh, that. Don’t bother. You’ll be surprised to what great lengths he’ll go just to annoy you because of his beloved Roserta. Honest to God” Namjoon quickly added when you pinned him a hard glare through the mirror. Sighing through your nose, you mumbled under your breath as the light changed into green.
“So, do you want me to tell you about the escapades I’ve had with Roserta?” you heard Jungkook pipe up beside you. In your mind, you could imagine him wiggling his eyebrows as he said those words. You smirked amusedly at the thought.
“Spare me, mister. You better shut up or your worst nightmare will come true. I’m the one behind the wheel, after all. And I don’t have my driver’s license with me, by the way.”
Pairings: BTS x Reader (final pairing undetermined)
Word Count: 7.6k
Warnings: Eventual Smut, Minor Character Death, Strong Language, Violence
Summary: When your mother gets a promotion, you pack your bags and move to a city far away from all of your friends. Your first day of school you feel as though you’ve already made enemies, even if they don’t know it yet. Things can only get worse when you witness a murder one night and find yourself on the wrong side of a powerful street gang. You’ll have to do your best not to end up like that boy in the street. Good luck!
It must have all happened so fast, but not for you. The world began moving in slow motion, your entire body paralyzed, ears ringing from the piercing sound of the gunshot. You watched the boy crumple to the ground as the bullet punctured his head, letting out the worst noise you'd ever heard. Curses flew into the air, but they sounded like they were in another language. You could only stand there, knuckles turning white from gripping your phone so hard.
Two of the now seven figures fled, four more gunshots ringing out into the night, not aiming at anything in particular but still seeming to miss their mark. The threatening noise forces you to snap out of your stone-like daze and to come to your senses. It was not safe here. You needed to get out of there immediately and call the police.
You shifted your feet, taking a step back, the bag of rice you were carrying brushing against the wall, crinkling quietly. You freeze again. Did they hear that? One of the men turned around, the weak light falling on and highlighting his face. You could only choke back a gasp, ducking quickly behind the corner. It was none other than the boy you sat next to in first hour; the one that hung out with Taehyung and Jungkook. His face burned into your memory. What was he doing out here? What were you doing out here? Had he seen you?
"There's someone behind the corner."
It was then that your slow world came to a complete stop.
"What?"
"There's someone behind the corner!"
Your eyes widened, taking several slow steps back, your legs didn't want to respond. You could hear a brief discussion amongst the five men. Why weren't your feet cooperating with you?
"Hey!" The voice boomed, followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps. A great deal of them, and they were quick.
Shit! You forced your legs into action, spinning around and running in the direction you came. You just ran. The bag of rice slapped against your thigh as you darted down the same alley you were avoiding earlier. How had you let it become the preferable option?
You could hear the men calling out to you, telling you to stop running, but that only made you move faster. What would they do to you if they caught you? They would shoot you too. Your mother would be waiting for you to come home from the store and you would be lying dead in an alley, bleeding out of your temple. Just like that boy. You couldn't let that happen.
Your feet pounded against the hard concrete, legs screaming at the harsh pace, your throat aching for more air to fill your lungs. You round another corner, hoping that it would lead somewhere more populated, but it only led you to a high, chainlink fence. Dead end. That seemed so fitting right now. Pivoting in your spot, you shoot a glance over your shoulder; you could hear them closing in. You couldn't turn around. What could you do in this situation? You stared up the fence, fists clenching at your sides.
Your body would not be discovered in this filthy alley.
You toss the grocery bag over the fence, stuffing your phone into your pocket as it lands on the other side. This was the only thing you could do. You throw yourself into the fence, pushing your protected feet into the tiny holes, your hands not having the same luxury. The wires dug into your palms as you desperately clung to them, trying to pull yourself up. It stung, but you ignored the pain; you had to ignore the pain, adrenaline rushing through your veins like rivers.
Quiet grunts left your lips as you neared the top, the sharp wiring now cutting into your hands. You swung your left leg over the fence, feeling the wire stab into you. If you survived this, you would have to look into getting a tetanus shot. You pull yourself up, positioning yourself in a way that you were sitting on top of the fence, the wires not digging into your sensitive skin too harshly. You moved to swing your other leg over, but you found that you couldn't. Your foot was stuck in one of the holes.
You curse loudly, your voice cracking as you kick and pull at your leg. The voices increased in volume; you looked up, noticing one of the men emerging from the end of the wall. Shit, shit, fuck! With a final, forceful kick, you feel your shoe loosening its hold on your foot, and when you tug it out of the trap, the shoe falls from you. You watch as it hits the ground, your hair lightly falling to cover your face. "Shit!"
Fuck it. You didn't have time to worry about that, swinging your leg to the other side of the fence, mentally saying goodbye to the other half of your forty dollar pair of shoes. There wasn't enough time to climb all the way down again, so you jumped. You stumbled, pain shooting up your legs from your ankles, one of your bleeding hands landing on the ground, preventing you from completely face-planting. Your vision blurred, whether it was from pain or adrenaline was lost on you as you grabbed for the rice.
"No!" You barely have time to register the yelling before another, closer gunshot fires off, followed by something whizzing past your head. Was that... a bullet? What else would it be, idiot?! You're scrambling to get back on your feet; rice grasped firmly in your hand. And then you're running again, curving in the direction of your house, your missing shoe doing little to hinder you.
You don't stop until you're a block away from your destination.
You were bent over on the sidewalk, hands on your knees as you cough up your tired lungs, sweat pouring down your face. Your knees buckle, but you don't allow yourself to fall, leaning on one of the terrible streetlamps. What just happened? Your head was spinning, unable to think coherent thoughts. What just happened? You couldn't pass this off as having been a dream, even if it didn't feel real at the moment. You're in shock, but it was very real.
You look behind you, fearful that there would be someone following you as you catch your breath. Everything hurt. Everything burned.
You needed to call the police! You reach for your phone, but you hesitate. What would you say? There was a total of eight people present, one of them was dead, and you didn't even know the name of the street he was on. Out of the other seven, you only knew one of them, and you didn't know his full name! Park... something. You could describe him well enough, but what about the other four with him? If Park didn't confess, they could find you and retaliate. But they didn't know it was you... did they?
What would you tell your mother?
If you called the police, they would have to take you in for questioning. Your mother would know everything. There was no way she would stay here after that. She would quit the job that meant so much to her, and you'd be moving back home to your friends that were still mad at you for leaving in the first place. You couldn't tell your mother... you couldn't call the police. They would find out one way or another anyway, right? You didn't have to be the one to tell them.
The barricade in your brain broke, all of your thoughts seeming to pour out at once. You dragged your feet, your body weighing a thousand pounds. The sight of your house in the distance filled you with both dread and relief. What happened? The question hammered around in your head. It was supposed to be a simple walk to the store. And now here you were, missing a shoe, hands cut up, holes in your jeans, feeling numb. Murder fresh in your brain. For the first time, you were grateful for the awful lighting the street produced.
You approached your front door, not even thinking before turning the doorknob, the cool metal brushing against your cuts. It stung. When you walk in, closing the door swiftly behind you, you find your mother sitting at the table.
"Oh, (Y/n)!" Your mother stands up, a smile stretching onto her face, "I was just about to— oh my God." Her face fell the second she got a good look at you. "You look like you've seen a ghost. You're sweating buckets, and... where's your other shoe? Is that blood?! What happened?!"
You simply stare at her, not knowing what to say, paralyzed once again. She was looking at you expectantly, waiting for you to explain yourself. You wanted to cry, to tell her everything. But you couldn't. Your eyes began glassing over; you look to the side, blinking the tears away. You were scared. If you were going to tell her, it was now or never.
"I..." you started, not able to look your mother in the eyes. "I got the rice... and when I was walking past one of the alleys... a cat or, or maybe it was a raccoon?
"It-It jumped out of one of the trashcans, and it just started chasing me. I think it had rabies or something. It ran after me for an entire block. My shoe was untied, and I tripped and cut my hands up on the gravel. I managed to kick my shoe off while I was getting up. I wasn't about to stop and go back for it."
You bite your lip, twisting and fidgeting with your fingers as you finally bring your gaze to your mother's. "I was scared... I'm sorry."
"And I just got you those shoes..." your mother mumbled, sighing. "You'll just have to wear your old ones until I can afford to buy you another pair." You nodded, and your mother smiles, joking, "Guess you won't be offering to go out after dark anymore, yeah?"
Never, you thought, a shiver traveling down your spine, intense flashbacks of what occurred only minutes ago coming back to you. You shake your head, and your mother gently takes the bag from you, sternly adding, "Go clean your hands while I get this rice going. You don't want that getting infected, do you?" You shake your head again, not trusting your voice, before heading to the bathroom.
You rummage through the cabinets, finding the blue box and opening it; you take out the bottle of medi-first hydrogen peroxide, popping the cap and splashing it on both of your hands, hissing as the cuts fizz. They weren't that deep, thankfully, but they burned like hell. Resisting the urge to clench your fists, you began to wonder if you should bandage your wounds. You decide against it; the last thing you wanted to do was draw attention to them. Plus you should air it out tonight, and bandages would only make life much more difficult.
You looked up in the mirror, seeing your pathetic state. That boy was dead, and you were worried about your stupid, little scrapes. It was your fault he was dead; you could have done something, but you didn't. You watched as your lip quivers in the mirror, and finally, the tears begin to fall. Damn it, you pressed the back of your hand to your mouth, attempting to silence your upcoming sobs. You tried to stop the tears from falling, not wanting your mother to know you were crying.
"(Y/n)? You okay in there, honey?" There was a knock on the door, your mother's concerned voice sounding clearly through the door.
"Y-Yeah!" you called out, swallowing harshly and clearing your throat. "I'll be out in a moment!"
"Okay, well... dinner's almost ready." your mother responded, her voice wavering a bit.
You took a shaky breath when you heard your mother's retreating footsteps, stuffing the bottle of peroxide back in the box, hiding that back in the cabinets. Wiping your eyes, you look into the mirror again, your face taking on a redder color from crying. That wouldn't do. You blow your nose as discretely as you could, turning the faucet on and splashing some cold water on your face. After drying it off on the hanging hand towel, you stay in the bathroom for a minute longer.
When you exit the boxed room, the smell of your mother's cooking hits you, now making you feel sick; your stomach dropped. You pretend to sneeze, making an excuse for your watery eyes.
"Bless you." You find your mother at the set table when you arrive in the dining room/kitchen, food already fixed and on your plate. Your mother raises an eyebrow when she sees you, sliding the pot over on the table. "You were in there a while," she commented as you sat down on your chair.
"I couldn't find the first aid kit," you lied, poking at your food with your fork. "And I had to pee."
Your mother hums in acknowledgment, taking a bite of the chicken she had spent half the day preparing. You do the same, but it tasted... wrong. Your nose crinkles up as you chew at it; you wanted to spit it out. It reminded you of that time you got sick, and your taste buds made everything, even your favorite meals, taste absolutely disgusting. You force the food down, fighting against it when it threatens to come back up.
"Is something wrong?" your mother asked, her brows furrowing and eyes tight with worry.
You shook your head, "No, no, it tastes really good." You take another bite, forcing a smile and ignoring the bile at the back of your throat. Your mother seemingly falls for your play, or she chooses to ignore it, turning her attention back to her own plate.
You stare at your food blankly; you couldn't eat. Not when your brain kept replaying what happened in your head. The image of that boy bleeding out on the ground fresh in your mind, the gargled sound that left him before he hit the floor. You should have called the cops, long before the gun even got involved. He wouldn't be dead in the middle of the street if you would have just called the police. But you didn't; you were a coward, and it was your fault he was dead. Had his body even been discovered yet?
And what about your shoe? You had left it in that alley... near the crime scene. Could that be traced back to you by the police? Could you become the primary suspect in this murder? Why were you just now thinking about this? You supposed you could easily blame it on the adrenaline from the "running for your life" scenario you'd been placed in. How you wished you were exaggerating— the sound of the gunshot, closer than ever, that bullet flying right past your head. It was all too much.
You felt as though you were about to puke, pushing your plate back, no longer able to stand its presence.
"What? You're done?" your mother questioned, stopping mid-bite to look at you. "You've barely taken eight bites. You should eat some more."
"I'm not feeling well," you spoke, meeting your mother's eyes with your sullen ones. It wasn't a lie. You felt worse than you have in maybe your entire life, wanting nothing more than to just go to your room and put this all past you. But you would never be able to truly put this behind you. Not something like this.
"Oh..." your mother started, looking down at her half-finished plate. "Well, we can have leftovers tomorrow. How does that sound?" Her voice was soft and comforting.
You nodded absently, standing up from your chair and pushing it into the table. "I'm gonna go lie down," you reported flatly, feeling your mother's gaze on you with every move you made. "I love you. Goodnight." With a tight smile, you head for your bedroom, turning away from your mother before your eyes began welling up once again.
"Love you too, honey. I hope you feel better in the morning." your mother called after you, concern lacing her words. She could never know.
When you enter your bedroom, you calmly changed back into your pajamas, discarding your ruined jeans in the hamper. You climbed into your bed, pulling the covers up to your neck, staring blankly at the ceiling. Just a second ago you were on the verge of crying, but now you were numb again. Why were you numb? You shouldn't be numb! Someone just died! You watched someone take a gun and kill another person, and you did nothing to stop it.
Sleep did not visit you early that night, and when it finally dropped in, it was not easy company. You eventually found your missing tears, disturbing images and scenes replaying in your brain like a broken record, your dreams only serving to rehash and amplify them. The zombified corpse of the boy you did not know chasing you, yelling at you and blaming you for the fate he suffered. You woke up in a cold sweat but found yourself falling again, only for another, more intense dream to take its place. One dream where the men chasing you caught up, pulling you from the fence and slamming you into the concrete, shooting you in the head. Each dream was more vivid than the last.
You were roused from your nightmares by the sound of your mother's voice, telling you that it was time to get up and eat. Welcoming your wake, you peeled yourself from your sheets, sticky from your sweat. You had sweat a lot last night, tossing and turning from the torment your sleeping brain put you through. The mirror in your room reminded you of its affects, your eyes still puffy from crying. You felt awful.
"How do you feel?" your mother asked as you entered the kitchen, taking a seat at the table. She was in the middle of getting ready, pulling her jacket over her dress shirt. "Any better?" she adds when you don't answer straight away.
No, you thought sourly, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from outwardly expressing this. "Yeah, just a little tired." You faked a smile, the inside of your stomach turning cruelly.
"Maybe some breakfast will wake you up," she suggested, looking at her faint reflection in the microwave while applying lipstick. You sighed, pushing yourself up from the table to pour a bowl of cereal, something that you might be able to get down. "How are your hands?"
Or not, your stomach dropped as you recalled just why your palms were tingling as harshly as they were. "They still sting." You don't hide it because it wasn't something that had to be hidden. "But they won't keep me from doing anything," you assured, taking a spoonful of your favorite cereal into your mouth. It didn't taste right, but it wasn't inedible.
You manage a couple of bites, though each one became harder to swallow than the last. Finally, you push the half-eaten bowl of cereal away, telling your mother that you were going to change into your uniform. She hummed an "ok" as she brushed her hair, and you made your way to your room, collecting your clothing before moving to the bathroom. Your shoulders slump in the mirror; you were a terrible sight, trying to silence your brain.
You allowed your mind to wander to school as you slid out of your pajamas, wanting to think about something other than what occurred last night, but you found your thoughts on your classmate. He wasn't the one holding the gun, but he was there. Why was he there? Who were the four men with him? You immediately think of Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook, the boys he hung out with; they all seemed close. No, you shook your head, it isn’t fair to assume that. But was it smart to consider it?
You bit your lip... it didn't matter. But it did. How would you look your partner in the eyes when a part of you associated him with this murder? You already couldn't look him in the eyes, but this was something much more sinister. How would you react to seeing Park in your first hour when you knew he had something to do with it? Would he even be at school today? What if he saw your face too? No, no, no, you told yourself as anxiety began growing in your chest, you ducked behind the corner before he saw you; there was no way he caught your face.
You heard a knock at the front door as you were shoving your foot into your old shoe. Absolute panic filled you. It was the cops! They found your shoe at the scene, and now they were here to take you away; they're questioning your mother of your whereabouts as you speak. It's all over; your entire future was crumbling down around you. You were going to be arrested for something you didn't do; they wouldn't let you plead your case. You'd never go to college—
"(Y/n)! You're friend's here!"
Friend? You tugged your skirt further up your body, slamming the bathroom door open and rushing down the hall, hastily tucking in your shirt. When you saw who was standing next to your mother, your eyes widened, and you forgot how to breathe. Jeon Jungkook with what you could have sworn was a smug smirk on his face. No, you had to have been imagining that.
"H-Hey," you greeted apprehensively, swallowing roughly as your felt a strange feeling envelop your body. "What... what are you doing here?" You tried to steady your voice but to no avail.
"I wanted to walk you to school." Jungkook didn't take his eyes off of you, making you subconsciously try to appear smaller. He simpered, his intense gaze meeting your timid one as he added, "After what happened last night..."
"What happened last night?" your mother questioned, looking from you to Jungkook, seemingly unaware of the battle of eye contact that you were currently losing.
"Someone was shot last night," he stated, his eyes burning into yours. You weren't sure if your heart stopped or if you just couldn't feel it beating anymore. That was, until it was the only thing you could focus on, your head running blank.
Your mother gasped, hand flying over her mouth as she uttered, "Oh my God..." You couldn't comprehend what was going on; everything became background music. However, you were harshly brought back to your horrible reality when you heard your mother say, "(Y/n) was out last night!"
Shut up! You screamed in your head, eyes darting from your mother back to Jungkook, who was definitely smirking now. It wasn't your imagination. You balled the end of the sleeves from your uniform's jacket in your hands, ignoring the pain that shot up from your palms.
"When did this happen?" your mother asked, her brows furrowed. She must have taken your silence for shock, not fear, reaching out to rub your back slowly.
"They're saying around eight-thirtyish, maybe a little sooner," Jungkook spoke, finally casting his eyes away from you, to the ground in what you were sure was mock sorrow. "It's unclear though."
Your mother was looking at you, and all you could do is pray that she doesn't let any more slip, though you doubted that it mattered. If it wasn't paranoia, Jungkook was there with his friend as you'd suspected, and they knew that you were there as well. "(Y/n)... she was out there at that time... she was... a cat chased her. Can you believe it?" Your mother let out a shocked chuckle, shaking her head.
Jungkook looked as though he wanted to laugh, and that told you that he did not believe it. Not for a second. "Is that so?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips. "I'm glad you're okay." His voice was laced with... sympathy? Were you just being paranoid?
You felt like you were going crazy. Had you just imagined his accusing eyes? Or were you misinterpreting them?
"Oh!" your mother exclaimed suddenly after viewing the clock, "I have to get to work." Her warm hand left your back as she hurried to grab her bag from the counter. She places her hand gently on Jungkook's arm. "Thank you for walking her to school. You have no idea what this means to me."
"Of course." His tone was soft, and his smile was warm, making you question if you really were going insane. Just a moment ago he was smug and smirking. You catch him looking at you in the corner of his eyes, his smile turning sinister again.
"Love you, have a good day at school." Your mother kissed your forehead, snapping you out of whatever you were in, before moving for the door. Please don't go. Don't leave me alone with him. You call out to her in your head, but you can't say anything.
"Love you, too... good luck with work." You could manage only that, watching as she sent you one final smile before the door closed.
Silence overtook the room. You didn't want to, but you tore your attention away from the shut door, bringing your gaze to the boy you were left alone with, who was now wearing a wicked grin. Fighting or fleeing are no longer options for you. You're trapped in your own home. He couldn't kill you here, could he? He could obviously, but he wouldn't. Your mother saw him; she knows his name. Was it too late to call the police? You could excuse yourself to the bathroom...
"What were you doing out last night?" he asked suddenly, taking a step towards you. You take a step back, your heart speeding up in your chest. He raised an eyebrow, stopping in his place. "I told you the city got loud at night. I probably should have mentioned the late night violence. You shouldn't leave past dark; it's dangerous. I'm curious what was so important."
Was he threatening you? You studied his body language, searching for some sign of danger, but you found nothing. What was wrong with you? Was it all in your head? It was a simple question... he wasn't up to anything. You're okay... you're fine.
You spoke despite the lump forming in your throat, "I was getting some rice for my mom... she forgot to get some." You chose your words carefully, not wanting to sound too desperate to dismiss anything, but also not wanting to say anything that could confirm your involvement. Especially if Jungkook was there. "I... can't believe something like that happened... I didn't hear anything while I was out. Does stuff like that really happen that often around here?"
Jungkook scratched his nose, turning his face away from you, his hand covering his mouth. Was he smirking? He nods, "There's lots of fighting and stuff, but this is the first time someone has died in a while, well, of unnatural causes, you know."
You simply nod, not knowing what to say to that, your gaze meeting the ground. It was stupid, but part of you had hoped that by some miracle the boy had survived. Maybe you had misjudged where the bullet pierced him in your panic, that it hit him somewhere else. After the men had chased you, someone discovered the boy bleeding out and called the police— like you should have done— and he arrived at the hospital, the doctors saving him. You wanted to pretend. Sadly, this wasn't something you could just act like never happened, and his death was now confirmed for you.
"You okay?" Jungkook walked over to you, waving his hand in front of your face.
"Huh? Oh, yeah!" You take a cautiously small step back, "Just, uh.... thinking... I was... Thank you for offering to walk me to school! You don't have to, well, I mean you're already here, so you might as well, just..." You were completely stumbling over your words, and you weren't sure if it was out of fear or because of his somewhat close proximity. "Should we go now? I kind of want to get there early after... well, I just want to get there early." While that was true, you mostly just wanted to get out of your house and into a public area. That didn't save that boy. No, Jungkook is fine, you're just freaking out, you told yourself.
"Sure," he smiled, his hand finding his backpack's strap to hold on to. He starts for the door, but then stops, turning to give you a grin, "But first I want to give you something." You watched him charily as he removed his booksack, plopping it down on your couch before unzipping it. "I thought you'd want this back." He pulled something out, and it took you a moment to register what it was.
It was your shoe.
You tried to find words but found that you spoke no known languages, your mouth opening, but nothing came out. Jungkook smirks at your dumbstruck expression, holding the shoe out for you to take it. Like your legs last night, you would force your brain to work. You gestured to the shoe, shaking your head, "That's not mine."
His smile wavered slightly, but he straightens up, his shoulders falling back and pushing his chest out as he leaned against the wall. "Why are you wearing those shoes?" he questioned, pointing to your feet and raising an eyebrow. "What happened to your other ones? They were just like this."
"They're in my room," you responded almost too quickly, clearing your throat before continuing. "They're new, and I haven't really broken them in yet. Walking around in them all day is awkward, so I figured I'd wear these today and break those in this weekend." Please believe me, please believe me, please, you thought, eyeing the boy closely, and he was doing the same.
After what felt like an eternity, he pushed himself off the wall with his shoulders, taking another step closer to you. Your heart got caught up in your throat, tottering back, holding back the urge to do anything rash, such as scream. You should scream. Should you? No... yes-no. No. He was just walking.
Jungkook ceased his approach, his lips pulling into a sportive smile, coolly saying, "Ok. Sorry, my mistake." He moved back to the couch, placing your shoe back into his backpack and zipping it up. "I came across it this morning, and I thought it was yours. Guess I can throw it away... or put it back." He shrugged, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.
Did he believe you? Is that why he was saying that he "just came across it"? You knew that wasn't the case; the only way he would have your shoe right now was if he was in that alley after you. Maybe he was trying to lure you into a false sense of security. Or maybe he did believe you and thought that it was just a coincidence that the person running away from them had the same pair of shoes as you. They were nice shoes. It was an average-sized city, though not many people were out at night on your side of the neighborhood— and now you knew why. It could have been anyone walking home last night. But it wasn't, it was you. He didn't know, did he? The only evidence he had was your shoe. Your stupid shoe that you were dumb enough to leave behind.
You're staring at him, but you're not aware of him, the wheels in your brain finally turning, but only when you didn't want them to. Why were you like this? You didn't even notice he'd opened the door until he spoke up, grinning at you. "Come on, you don't wanna be late, do you?" he asked teasingly, watching as your eyes darted away from him.
You let out a silent breath, grabbing your bookbag from the chair and reluctantly following him and locking the door securely behind you. What else could you do? He appeared to be over the topic of your shoe, and rejecting his offer now would only bring on more suspicion. That was the last thing you needed. If you just acted normal, you would be okay. You were safe.
The two of you walked down the street, the silence poking and prodding at your anxiety. You squeezed your hand with the other one until it hurt, a sharp pain shooting through your palm, serving only to remind you that you were next to what could be a murderer. He could have been the one who shot that gun. Even if he wasn't, he was there; he didn't stop anything from happening, and he chased you down that alley. It was impossible to prevent the panic from running through your body, but you couldn't let Jungkook notice it. That would raise supposition; which was not something you could allow to happen under any circumstance.
You shoot a short glance over at Jungkook; his nose was buried in his phone, texting. That's why he was being so quiet. You'd let your mind wander too far again. Adverting your eyes from the boy, you turned your attention to the wall you were passing, a calm washing over you when you notice the graffiti. The door was shutting the light out, permitting the darkness to swallow the room.
The artwork reminded you of your project, which you were supposed to work on last night, but then... you cringed as your brain worked it's way back there. You looked back to Jungkook, desperate to break the silence that was eating away at you. "Did you think about the project last night?" You already knew the answer to your question, but the project was due tomorrow.
He doesn't directly answer you, simply humming as you turn the corner, not looking up from his phone. Was he even listening? You sighed, just knowing that you would have to finish everything tonight. Maybe you would be able to get a lot done today in class if Taehyung didn't interrupt you again. You doubted that, feeling your nervousness being replaced by vexation.
Taehyung.
Did he have anything to do with...
You noticed Jungkook slowing down as you passed one of many alleys, throwing a look over his shoulder. What was that about? You halt your steps, sending a sideways glance towards him, your eyes narrowing. He looks back to his phone, quickly typing something on the keyboard and pressing send; he looked around again. There was no one to be seen. Something you noticed yesterday was that not many people seemed to take this route to school. Jungkook stuffs his phone into his pocket, starting his pace up again, but you were not eager to continue with him. He was beginning to creep you out again.
"What's wro—"
Turning to Jungkook, you didn't have enough time to finish your question. He shoved you with enough force to send you tumbling back into one of the multiple alleys. It was like a car crash; you didn't have time to react until you were already flying. Your body instinctively braced for the impact, but it did not come. Arms wrapped around your stomach, pulling your body to theirs, preventing you from falling to the ground.
It hits you suddenly what is happening, and it sends your entire body into action. You struggled against whoever it was holding you, your elbow connecting with their side, but they didn't seem phased at all. They forcibly spun you around, your booksack being ripped from you, and they slammed your body against the wall, leaving you winded. You force a deep breath preparing a scream, but they slap a hand over your mouth, muffling the sound.
Your attacker uses his free hand to drive your shoulder into the brick wall, and when your pained whimper is muted, he presses his body into yous, efficiently restraining you. You fight beneath him, but it's no use, smothered screams leaving your mouth.
"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered, his mouth nearly touching your sensitive ear, "but if you keep screaming, I might have to." His voice was husky, the feeling of his breath on you caused the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up.
You fall silent and unmoving underneath him, trying to control your rapid breathing. Tears began to well up in your eyes, and there was nothing you could do to fend them off or stop them from falling. You were going to die in an alley after all. And you wouldn't even know who your attackers were, other than Jungkook, but it didn't even matter. You should have called the cops.
"Are you gonna scream?" he questioned lowly, and you shook your head for all it was worth. "Good girl." He moved his mouth away from your ear, keeping his hand where it was as he pulls his head back. You finally got to see the face of who most likely would be your killer.
Kim Taehyung.
Your eyes widened and moved past him, noticing the two other people in the alley with you. Jeon Jungkook, the one who shoved you, and Park, the one you saw at the crime scene. Taehyung removes his hand from your mouth, pushing it into your other shoulder, demanding your attention.
"So, you like to watch?" He towered over you, his body still pressed uncomfortably into yours. His eyes bored into you, a smirk displayed proudly on his face.
"What?" You tilted your head somewhat to the side, narrowing your eyes and furrowing your brows. You had to act. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You don't?" Taehyung wore a fiendish smile as you shook your head again. "So you haven't lost any shoes lately?"
"No!"
You can only deny him.
Taehyung scoffed, one of his hands beginning to slowly trail down your arm, to your wrist. He grabs it, pulling your hand up and pushing at your fingers, forcing you to unball your fist. "What happened here?" he inquired, looking down at your palm, letting his thumb softly trace your cut. The sensation bordered between tickling and stinging. You opened your mouth to make up an excuse, such as you fell or you hurt yourself on something while unpacking, but he doesn't even give you this, bluntly cutting you off.
"Jimin saw you."
Your eyes dart to the blond boy, finding that his attention was already directed at you. You hold his cold gaze for only a moment until he turns away to reveal a swollen cheek. Looking back to Taehyung, you try to shrink further back into the wall, but it was impossible. You were already pinned. You're dead. Should you confess? Or should you continue to deny that you were there? Either way, they were going to kill you.
"You're shaking," Taehyung murmured, his voice taking on a mocking tone.
You were in full panic mode. "I didn't tell anyone," you blurted out, immediately cursing yourself for it. You just confessed to them; there was absolutely nothing stopping them from shooting you now. Was there really anything stopping them before?
"You've been lying quite a bit," he stated, smirking at your admission. "I don't think I can trust you."
But you didn't tell anyone! You were telling the truth! Could you blame him for not believing you though? Any smart, sane person would have called the cops right away.
"My mom didn't even know about the shooting until Jungkook said something!" You're almost begging at this point, no longer trying to hide the cracks of desperation in your voice; you're grasping at anything. It seemed to have struck something, Taehyung turning his head to look at Jungkook, who nodded.
He looked back down at you, frowning slightly, "Did you call the police?"
"No." You bring yourself to look him in the eye, somehow that would convince him of your innocence. The eyes were the windows to the soul; that's what people say.
"Check her phone," Jungkook suggested, crossing his arms and peeking out of the alley. He didn't look worried. No one was coming to save you.
Taehyung's hands started for your pockets, and you attempted to wiggle away. "It's in my backpack," you reported hastily, nodding towards the bag the had been wrested from you, quickly adding, "In the smallest pouch."
You watched as Jungkook exhaled loudly, crouching over your booksack, starting to unzip the pouch. For the first time this morning, you began to feel hopeful. They would go through your phone and see that you didn't call the cops, you'd swear that you would never tell anyone about this, and they'd let you go. You would be okay.
"119 calls don't show up on your call history," Jimin spoke up, a frown on his face as he scratched the back of his neck, "It's to protect people who are in dangerous situations where they're being threatened and told not to call the police." Oh great, emergency safety protocols are the reason you're going to die. You felt something inside you shatter.
Taehyung let out a dramatic sigh, giving you an 'apologetic' look. "Poor you," his eyes said. So that's it? They're gonna kill you now because you can't provide sufficient evidence that you didn't tell anybody. You didn't! How could you persuade them of that? Your throat strained as you fought against your emotions.
"But her mother would have known if she called the police. They would have questioned her." Jimin stated, and you caught his glance. Couldn’t he have said that before? There was a glint of something in his eyes. Pity? Yes, poor you indeed.
"Makes sense." Taehyung's hand rose to take a strand of your hair, twisting it between his fingers. He looked to be considering something. "What are we supposed to do with her now?" He was talking about you as if you weren't there, even as he was staring at you.
"RM said we would have to watch her if she wasn't a rat," Jungkook replied, pulling your phone out of the small pouch in your booksack. Who was RM? Was he one of the men chasing you last night? He seemed to be in a position of power over those three... a leader? A leader of what? You watched as the boy dug his own phone out of his pocket, scrolling through yours and tapping on his keyboard. What was he doing?
"So we just have to make sure our little mousie doesn't squeak?" Taehyung asked, one hand finding your chin, his fingers ghosting over your skin, bringing your attention to him. "You hear that? You just gotta keep that pretty mouth shut. You can do that, right?"
You didn't have much of a choice. It was that or end up just like that boy— that boy you let die. You nodded briskly; you could do that. If it haunted you for the rest of your life, you could do that.
"I want to hear you say it." His hand is back to your shoulder, no longer pushing you. You'd stopped struggling long ago. Taehyung alone overpowered you, and you were outnumbered. It didn't pay to try.
"I swear, I won't breathe a word of this to anyo—" He cuts you off.
"That isn't what I said."
"Taehyung!" Jimin hissed sharply, causing his friend to roll his eyes. You appreciated Jimin's cutting in, wanting to walk away from this with at least a sliver of your pride still intact... alivewould work just as well though.
Taehyung let out an animated sigh, pushing himself away from you. Suddenly, you felt cold. "You should skip school, just in case," he told his friend, circling his finger to gesture at the boy's face, "especially with that mug of yours."
Jimin quietly agreed, "I'll call Suga to come get me, then I'll report back to RM."
"Sounds good." Taehyung and Jimin slap their hands into a handshake, bumping their shoulders. He turns back to you with a nod, "I'd skip too, but if anyone should keep an eye on our mouse, it should be me." You can't hold back your glare when he winks at you.
Jungkook whistles, tearing your attention away from Taehyung when he tosses your phone at you. You scramble to catch it, just barely managing to do so. He also unzips his backpack, holding it in one hand while he fished out your shoe again, dropping it to the ground. With that, he frowns, turning to walk away, the other two doing the same.
"You should get going, Mousie." Taehyung shoots over his shoulder, "You wouldn't want to be late again."
You swallowed, glancing down at your phone; class started in eight minutes, and the school was five minutes away. Slowly, you push yourself from the wall, not daring to take your eyes off the three boys' backs. Taehyung turns to look at you as they exit the alley, sending you an innocent smile. "It'll all be okay. Just be a good girl and don't squeak," he smirks before adding, "unless it's for me, of course."
Then they are out of the alley and out of your sight, moving towards their own destinations, Jungkook and Taehyung to school, Jimin to God knows where. You were alone now. No longer caring if you were late to class, you needed to wait a minute in order to process everything that just happened. All you had to do was be quiet... and then you'd be okay. It would eat you alive, but you would be okay.
If you really thought that it'd be that easy, you were horribly mistaken.
➭ “You’ve always stayed far away from the Kingsnakes, the coldblooded gang that runs the dark heart of your city. That is until your life collides with the intriguing and dangerous Jung Hoseok.”
pairing: hoseok x reader
genre: gang!au, smut, angst
wordcount: 13k
part one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine
warnings: dom!hoseok, demeaning names, spanking, rough sex, drug use, violence
“Hoseok.”
You called out his name and he glanced up from where he was perched on your doorstep, a controlled expression on his face. You couldn’t help but feel the prickle of heat at how his eyes stared into yours. He was staring at you with a knowing smirk- it was almost as if he was challenging you, and you were all too ready to accept the challenge he was offering.
“Y/N.” He responded shortly, raking over your body with his eyes. You swallowed thickly, even his stare was laced with intent and it had you more aroused than you cared to admit.
Hoseok of course noticed your arousal and just raised an eyebrow at you evenly. The smirk on his lips grew as he pulled himself off of your front step, standing up straight so you were face to face, only a few metres apart.
“How was your gallery thing?” He asked dismissively.
“Yeah,” You said. “Good.”
He looked bored by your words, disinterested in what you had to say, and you wanted to change that. Boldly, you opened your mouth, your breath coming out as an icy puff in the air.
“I kept thinking about how I wanted to fuck you the whole time, though.”
Hoseok’s mouth opened slightly, surprise flickering over his face. “Really now?”
You just nodded. He took a step towards you.
“And what exactly were you thinking about?”
A small smile danced across your lips as you maintained eye contact with him. You could feel it, anticipation and heat, surging inside of you, right before you spoke.
“You taking me from behind and fucking me until I can’t walk straight anymore.”
Hoseok’s eyes flashed at your words.
“I see.”
His voice was slow, but you could tell by the way that his jaw clenched that he was enjoying your words. He stepped closer to you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body, smell his scent. It was like smoke and pinewood, and something else that was unique to Hoseok. You felt a shiver run up your body.
“So are we going to go up to your place so I can fuck your brains out... or are just stand here talking about it?”
You couldn’t help the tiny whimper that fell out of your mouth and you hated the way Hoseok’s lips curled into a confident smirk. You wanted to be controlled, to be like him, but you just couldn’t when he was standing this close to you, his husky voice driving you crazy.
You responded by walking past him and sliding your key in the lock, your fingers were trembling as you unlocked your front door and stepped inside your place. Hoseok stepped in behind you and you closed the door behind him.
It was silent in your apartment and your heart was already beating hard and loud in your chest, just from the building anticipation of him entering your home and soon, you. You wondered idly if he could hear it, and if he too, was already this turned on.
You stepped into your living room and took off your coat, leaving it flung across one of your chairs. You were dressed just in your cocktail dress from the gallery opening event. Hoseok followed you into the living room, his steely eyes were locked on your figure and you felt a shiver of arousal dance up your spine.
His stare, the way he licked his lips mindlessly as he stared at you, was already turning you on. You wanted him, God you wanted him. You wanted to forget about everything else and just focus on him inside of you.
“Fuck me Hoseok,” You breathed out.
He stepped towards you and pushed you against your living room wall, his eyes intent on yours.
“Turn around.” Hoseok commanded and you immediately did what you were told, your breath coming out in a shaky hiss.
“Hands up on the wall,” He said shortly, and you placed your palms flat against the wall. He was against you in seconds, pressing into you. You could feel his hips angling into you, the curve of his dick against your ass. The heat of his body was emanating on top of you, he had his fingers digging into the flesh of your hip and you felt your heart start to pound.
He dipped his face down to your ear and let out a soft growl. His voice was low and husky against your ear and you felt your body start to tingle.
“You do exactly what I tell you each time,” He murmured into your ear. “You’re such a good little slut for me.”
You couldn’t help it, you felt your thighs squeeze together and your mouth go dry at his walls, a tiny whimper escaping from your lips.
He reached down and slowly ran his hand over the curve of your ass, his breathing getting shallower in your ear. You could feel the blood rushing to your face, you were pressed up so hard against the wall it almost hurt, but it felt good. He felt good, his hips locking his cock against your ass, his chest against your back, his heavy breaths against your ear.
“You were making me so hard before,” He muttered. “You were getting my cock going just from talking about what you wanted to do to me.”
You could feel it now, the erection in his pants, pressing against you.
“I was getting wet too talking about it,” You admitted, you were trying to keep your breath calm but you couldn’t control yourself, your voice came out in a breathless tumble and Hoseok just chuckled lowly.
“You’re already a fucking mess love, and I haven’t even touched your pussy yet.” He said, his voice husky, and you felt his dick twitch in his pants. You could feel every ridge of his cock it felt like by how hard he was pressing it into the curve of your ass and you could barely contain it. You knew he was right, you were pressed up against the wall and all you could think about was how badly you wanted him to reward you, to touch you. Anything but this, the torture of the pressure of his body against you, his bulging cock against you.
“You’re so needy for my dick, aren’t you?” He muttered, and you could hear it in his voice that he was as aroused as you were. You just let out a soft moan in response, suddenly, one hand was off of your hip and he lifted his hips. His cock was gone from where it had been pressing against you, you opened your mouth in protest but you were silenced by him. His hand, slapping down against your ass, so hard that it made a loud noise.
You felt a sudden thudding ache deep within your pussy, he immediately followed his spank by running his fingers over where he had slapped, his fingers surprisingly careful.
“God Hoseok…” You murmured out, you heard how choked your voice was but you couldn’t control yourself. The thud inside of you was starting to become almost unbearable, it was like a deep yearning inside of your core for satisfaction. Your mind was racing with thoughts, you wanted to push off against the wall and demand for him to fuck you but not like this, not when his body was pinning you to the wall and your ass was still stinging from how hard he had spanked you.
“You like it, don’t you? Me pressed up against you like this… spanking you like a dirty bitch?” His voice trailed off and then he brought his hand down, spanking your ass hard and making you moan. The sound, combined with the stinging sensation against you had you moaning out his name. You were acutely aware of how badly you were throbbing for him, and how his fingers deftly massaged your skin and then squeezed your ass, a desperate, hungry squeeze that gave away how turned on he was.
“God yes, Hoseok, please,” You groaned out, you had lost all sense of pride, of anything, all you were aware of was that you needed him inside of you. Just thinking now about his hard cock in your pussy, in your mouth, anywhere, was driving you insane. You needed him, it was a carnal, desperate need.
Hoseok took his hands off of your ass and locked his fingers around your wrist, gripping tightly and your breath was coming out in short, shallow, desperate dips of oxygen, you wanted him so badly it was starting to hurt.
He let go of your wrists and stepped away from you, your body immediately cried out at the loss of contact. “Turn around,” He said shortly and you immediately spun, he pushed against your shoulders to press you to the wall, dipping his head closer to you. His eyes were darkened with lust, his pupils dilated, he licked his lips as he stared at you. He had it all written over his face, he wanted you, he wanted to devour you and fuck your brains out and you could see it in every inch of him. It was turning you on more than you thought possible.
His strong chest was heaving slightly with his breaths, your eyes darted down to see the tent in his pants and you felt your pussy throb at the sight of it, of him. He looked impossibly good like this, his hair falling in his eyes as he panted, his strong shoulders tensing as they gripped the wall behind you. You reached out with your hand to touch his cock through his jeans, you rubbed his erection and watched as his mouth opened a little, his jaw going slack as he let out a choked moan.
“Fuck, Y/N, you tease,” He moaned out and you felt a little rush of pleasure at the look on his face, enjoying how hard he felt underneath your palm.
You unzipped his jeans and snuck your hand into his underwear, letting out a little sigh as you wrapped your fingers around his length. His cock felt warm in your hands, and as thick and solid as ever as you slowly began pumping your hand up and down his shaft. You could hear it, the slickness of him as precum moistened his tip. You felt your body start to quiver, you were so aroused and so in need of him that you felt like you were about to explode.
He leaned in and picked you up, he moved quickly and you gasped in surprise as he easily lifted you, stalking over to your living room couch and setting you back on the floor roughly. He spun you around and pushed down on your back so you were bent over the armrest of your sofa, you felt your legs tremble in anticipation and your pussy start to throb harder. Your mind was racing, you were filled with excitement.
“Fuck me, please Hoseok,” You begged, you abandoned any attempt of making him ask for you, you were too desperate for him by this point and you needed him to fuck you.
He just chuckled. “You’re so easy.” He said in a slow, teasing voice and you knew he was enjoying it. “I can have you begging for me in seconds.”
You just let out an exasperated, frustrated groan. “Please Hoseok, please fuck me,” You snapped out irritably, you could almost hear the smile on his face as he ran his hands over your ass, cupping and squeezing your cheeks.
“Maybe it’ll be more fun to leave you here bent over your couch, begging for my cock…” He murmured out, he squeezed your ass and spread apart your cheeks, making you moan out loudly. He let out a throaty chuckle at the sound and ran his thumb lightly over your tight taint, causing you to let out a shuddering, shaky moan.
“Hoseok,” Your voice had lowered to a strangled and husky state of desperation. You were aching for him so badly that you weren’t thinking straight, it felt like your thoughts had crimson red paint thrown all over them. You needed him.
“Please,” Your voice came out husky, slow, seductive. “Please, please, fuck me. I’ll be a good girl.”
You knew by the way his breath sucked in with a loud hiss that you had said the right thing. His fingers were underneath your skirt and he pulled your underwear down roughly, the feeling of air against your aching, wet pussy had you wriggling your hips in anticipation.
“Stay still,” He muttered, slapping your ass. His rough words, him smacking your ass, had you even more turned on as you struggled to stay still. You felt like you were overwhelmed by it, you wanted to press your ass into his crotch and beg him to fuck you right then and there but you couldn’t, not when he was in control like this.
“Please Hoseok, please,” You murmured out, lacing your voice with honey and injecting just enough sweetness into your begging. It induced a loud, choked moan out of him and he gripped your hips.
“You’re so fucking wild and I fucking love it.” He grunted, and then he slid his cock into you.
He wasn’t slow, he wasn’t careful, he slammed his entire length into you and you let out a loud cry at the feeling. It hurt, him stretching out your walls, and he didn’t give you time to adjust, immediately he began fucking into you, each thrust pointed and dominating. The pain had your insides curling as he reached forward and rubbed his thumb against your swollen clit, the relief had you letting out a long, shaky moan and the pleasure overrode your core, as the initial pain of his thick cock stretching you out ebbed away.
“Fuck you look good like this,” He groaned, you could barely talk, too absorbed in feeling his length pumping in and out of you. Like this, your stomach bent over the couch armrest, your ass propped into the air while he controlled your hips, felt unbelievable. He was thrusting his cock into you so deep, so intensely, that it was all you could feel. Each heavy thrust sent a ripple of pleasure and satisfaction and an aching desire through you, and you were whimpering already for him. He was fucking you rough, and it was turning you on more than you ever imagined.
“What does it look like?” You panted out, wanting to hear his husky voice. “Describe it to me…”
He let out a moan at your words. “You dirty little slut, you want to hear all about how it looks do you?” He muttered, his voice was strained and you could tell he was turned on, you heard him swallow as he fucked into you, the sound of his hips slapping into your ass echoing through the room. He reached down and slapped against your ass, the sharp crack of his hand against your skin bounced against the walls and you tipped your head back, letting out a cry.
“Yes, yes, please, watch and tell me,” You moaned out, your hair was in your face by how hard he was fucking into you, but you didn’t care, you were too overwhelmed by feeling it, him, slamming into you.
“Your ass and pussy look like a buffet all spread out for me,” He muttered, his voice was low and desperate and you couldn’t help but smirk at how choked he sounded. “I’m stretching out your tight little pussy so much fuck and you’re taking it so well…” He swallowed at your words and you let out a little murmur. “Fuck, this is hot… turn your face around, let me see…”
His voice was turning urgent and you couldn’t help but smirk at how he was losing control with your pussy wrapped around him, you craned your head around and saw him staring at you. His eyes were dilated, his hair falling into his face, and you felt your pussy tighten just by looking at him. His strong shoulders were tensed as he gripped your hips, you could see in his face and the way he bit his lip that he was close.
“God, Jesus fuck, Y/N,” He grunted and you turned back around, tilting you hips up even further, wanting him to fuck you even deeper, even harder.
You almost didn’t know what was coming over you, but there was something about Hoseok that had you going crazy, had you wanting all of him, every single inch of him deep inside of you, fucking you, owning you, punishing you. He eagerly fucked into you, reading your body language. He didn’t go faster, but he went harder, each thrust was pointed, he finished off each slam by grinding and rolling his hips deep inside of you, against your G-spot and making you toes curl with pleasure.
“Fuck,” The word came out in a prolonged, choked hiss and you knew you were close. “Hoseok, God, I’m going to cum, fuck…” You were mewling out his name, anything, feeling your pussy tighten at how rhythmically he was fucking into you, he immediately leaned forward and pressed his body against yours.
He didn’t stop pushing himself inside of you, but he took one hand off your hips to slip one finger into your pussy and press two fingers against your clit. His fingertips pressed rapidfire, intense taps against your swollen clit, like a hummingbird’s heartbeat, and that, combined with his cock deep inside of you, had your orgasm rippling throughout your entire body.
Your release was immense and gratifying, your eyes rolled back into your head and all you could feel was satisfaction. Satisfaction wasn’t even the correct word for it, it was just the most intense relief, pleasure, and heat, washed over you and you were faintly aware of the low moan coming from your lips and your head tipping back.
Your orgasm was riding throughout your entire body and just when you thought it was finishing, he was started slowly pumping in and out of you again and you felt another start on strong.
“Fuck!” You cried, it felt like your body was tightening, like a spring, the pressure and the release was ebbing in and out of you and your pussy was clenching yet again. You weren’t aware of anything, but the feeling, of your orgasms riding throughout your body.
Finally, it started to ebb out and you felt the afterglow seep into your skin. Bliss, utter bliss, and you were aware that Hoseok was still sliding in and out of you, slow.
“You sound so good cumming around my cock,” He said in a husky voice and his words had a tingle running up my spine.
“Finish yourself off in me baby, I want you to feel good too.” You said faintly, you were barely aware of what you were saying. He grunted and gripped your hips and used your hips to fuck your pussy into his cock.
You let out a low, satisfied murmur at it but you could barely concentrate, you were too busy focusing on the high riding throughout your system, and the feeling of his hard cock inside of you once again. He wasn’t even half as rough as before, but he was quicker.
“You made me cum twice Hoseok oh my God…” You moaned out.
“I nearly came earlier Y/N, fuck, feeling you cum around me the first time…” Hoseok grunted out, focused on using your hips to thrust himself in and out of you, hard and fast.
“It felt amazing,” you panted out breathlessly. “God, you made me cum twice in a row, that’s never happened before…”
“Really?” Hoseok grunted, and you just nodded, a smile dissipating over your face.
“God. I would do anything for your cock…” You breathed out and he groaned at your words.
“I’m going to… fuck, Y/N…” He slammed into you with a final messy thrust and came, filling you up with his cum. His body collapsed on top of yours, you could feel the heat of his skin and hear the choked, blissful moans he was making.
“God…” he groaned, his body was trembling as you listened to the sounds of his orgasm riding throughout his body. “Fuck…” He swallowed and you both lay there, bent over the couch, breathing heavily.
He slid out of you, carefully, and pulled you up. He was careful, turning you around so you were leaning against the couch’s armrest, brushing the hair away from your face. You were surprised by how tender his touch was, for someone who had bent you over and fucked you so roughly.
“Good?” You asked dazedly and he just nodded.
“Huh, no asshole reply from you, that’s a first,” You managed to quip breathlessly, feeling his cum start to seep out of you.
“Don’t get used to it,” he retorted, but the tiniest smile flickered over his lips.
“That was insane,” You sighed happily and bent down, retrieving your underwear off the floor. You pulled them on, they quickly absorbed most of his cum which was starting to drip out of you properly now. You glanced up at him, he was just watching you, a wry expression on his face.
“What?” You asked, he just shook his head.
“I just never would’ve picked you to be such a freak in bed.”
You frowned at him. “Freak?” You asked pointedly. He just smirked.
“Don’t get offended, princess. It’s a good thing.”
He gave you a smile, one of his rare smiles, and you couldn’t help it, you felt your heart flutter. He was like a different person, standing opposite you, still slightly breathless, a relaxed look on his face. He was completely vulnerable, completely open, and you had never felt what you were feeling now. Your orgasm glow was still dancing under your skin but it was something else that you felt when you looked at him. You felt prickling intensity and an overwhelming kind of softness, all at once when you looked at him.
“Stay over,” You said quickly. The smile faded away from his face and you rushed to finish your sentence. “It’s late, it’s so cold outside. It’s more convenient. Plus, we can fuck in the morning. I love morning sex.” You forced your tone to be as casual as possible, but you felt your body tense as you awaited his reply.
Conflicted emotions darted over his face as he stared at you.
“Alright,” He said finally. “But only because I’m falling asleep already.” The softness on his face had gone, replaced by his usual cool façade, but it didn’t matter. You nodded, turning and walking in the direction towards your bedroom.
“Yeah, that’s cool,” You said over your shoulder as you padded into your bedroom. He followed you gingerly, gazing around your room with a guarded look on his face.
“Do you, um, want to borrow a shirt of mine or something?” You asked with a giggle, wondering if you even had a shirt he would fit into.
Hoseok shot you a look. “I’ll just sleep like this.” He pulled the shirt off his head, stretching out his muscles. You swallowed at the sight of his bare back, his shoulder blades that rippled under his skin and his taut stomach muscles. He walked over to the bed and slid under the covers, lying still on his back. You tore your eyes away from him and nodded, more to yourself than to him.
“Okay,” You said finally, you wriggled out of your dress and pulled on an old tee that you liked to sleep in, walking over to the light switch and turning the light off. The entire bedroom was enveloped in darkness as you walked back towards your bed and hopped under the covers next to him.
He was lying flat on his back staring at the ceiling, an unreadable expression on his face. He was lying so far away from you in bed but you hadn’t expected anything else.
“Goodnight Hoseok,” You said finally. He just grunted in response.
You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but Hoseok was wide awake. You could tell because he was tossing and turning. Not obviously, but you could still feel every time he slightly moved his head around on the pillow, or sighed softly. It kept you awake, but only barely. Your energy had been sapped from the sex you and Hoseok had, but still, every time Hoseok shifted you were jerked out the sleep you were about to enter.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” You finally asked with a stifled yawn. Hoseok froze, coughing.
“You’re awake?” He couldn’t hide the shock in his voice and you just yawned.
“Yeah, every time you move I wake up. Would you go to sleep already? Some of us have work tomorrow,” You muttered drowsily.
“I, uh… sorry. I just can’t sleep.”
You felt a little more awake at hearing the tone in his voice, you hadn’t heard Hoseok like this, he sounded
“Why not?” You turned to face him. It was still dark in your room but the light from the moon outside illuminated his face just enough for you to see. He was lying on his back, staring up at your ceiling.
“I dunno. I’ve never slept in the same bed with someone before.”
You couldn’t hide the shock in your voice. “Really?”
“Yeah. I mean…. Yeah.” He said and he shrugged, turning his head slightly to look at you. His eyes were like pools in this light, dark, they drank you in.
You wriggled a little closer to him.
“Well just relax. It’s not like anything’s going to happen. It’s just sleep.” You said reassuringly, turning your entire body to face him properly.
“Yeah I know. I just can’t sleep. Too many thoughts.” Hoseok said irritably. You let out a soft chuckle.
“What kind of thoughts?”
He glanced at you dismissively. “None of your business.”
You rolled your eyes. “Okay fine then. Enjoy your sleepless night.” You rolled back onto your back, crossing yours arms.
He sighed, glancing over at you again.
“I was just thinking about how you went to that gallery thing.” He said gruffly.
You paused, turning your head to look at him. He was just gazing at you, a serious look on his face. It surprised you to see Hoseok like this, you were so used to cold, sardonic Hoseok that seeing any other version of him was slightly jarring.
“So you like art and all that? Is that your thing?” He said finally.
You just blinked, surprised, and cleared your throat. “It’s alright. I’m um, I’m actually more of a writer.”
“Oh.”
The room lapsed into silence.
“What about you?” You asked finally. He focused his attention back onto you and then he shrugged.
“What about me?”
You hesitated because asking your question. “…What’s your thing?”
Hoseok stared at you, his eyes slightly guarded before he sighed.
“I like dancing.” He said finally.
You wriggled a little closer. “You? Dancing? Yeah right,” You giggled. “What, ballroom?”
Hoseok shot you a look. “No. Hip hop. Street. I dunno.” He shrugged.
“Will you teach me?” You teased, Hoseok just shot you a deadpan stare.
“No.”
You just grinned back, shrugging.
“We’ll see about that.”
Another silence stretched between the two of you, but it was different this time. It was charged with something, a tension you hadn’t felt with Hoseok before.
Hoseok squinted his eyes slightly while he stared at you before he turned his head again, looking back at the ceiling.
“I’m safe, by the way.” He said shortly, his words abrupt. You raised your eyebrows, surprised by the sudden change in topic.
“Huh?”
“I’m just saying. I came in you earlier because you told me to and I wanted to, but just so you know… I’m safe. I only use condoms.”
“Oh,” You said. “I’m safe too. I just um, I really wanted you to cum in me.”
He let out a little laugh and turned his head to face you. “I wanted to cum in you too.”
His eyes were uncharacteristically soft and you couldn’t help it, you felt your heart flutter. His eyes were creased and he still had a laugh on his face, and you were struck by how beautiful he was like this.
“I’m not fucking anyone else.” He said suddenly.
“Really?” You asked, and you couldn’t help the surprise in your voice at his words.
“Um, not saying that that’s what I want, or um that I want you to do the same, I mean, fuck whoever you want I guess, I’m just saying-”
He was stuttering and you realized he was nervous.
“I’m not having sex with anyone else either.”
He fell silent at your words and glanced at you surreptitiously.
“Oh okay. Cool.”
You couldn’t help it, you gave him a small smile.
“Yeah, I mean, fucking you takes up a lot of my spare time and energy, which I barely have enough of as is…” You said teasingly and he just smirked.
“You’re telling me love. You’re wild in bed, you’re like three crazy chicks rolled in one.”
You laughed and slapped his shoulder, realizing how close you had gotten to him. You hadn’t even realized that you had been inching towards him in bed, or maybe he had been inching towards you, you didn’t know.
The laugh died away from your lips as you stared at him, suddenly feeling lost in his stare. He was staring at you so intently that you felt like you were going to float away, you felt your throat tighten as he blinked, turning and staring back at the ceiling.
He coughed. “Anyway. I’m gonna sleep. Night.” He closed his eyes and you knew the moment was over, whatever that moment was.
You were quivering from it still, your mind was racing with thoughts but you pushed them down, away, as you nodded, turning on your back and facing the ceiling.
“Good night Hoseok,” You said softly.
You lay there as his breathing slowed, realizing he had fallen asleep. You could hear his deep breaths and the soft sounds he made and even though you had been so tired before, you weren’t tired now. You were wide awake.
You regretted not getting any decent sleep the next day at work.
Your eyelids felt so heavy that every minute that passed felt like a struggle. When you had woken up in the morning Hoseok was gone, it wasn’t a surprise really but you couldn’t help but feel a slight pang in your chest when you saw the empty and crumpled bedsheets beside you.
You sighed heavily, staring at your laptop screen. You weren’t completely in denial about your situation with Hoseok. You knew that there was more in your attraction for him than just the sex. There was something about him that pulled you to Hoseok. You didn’t know what it was but you knew that it kept you gripped, and that for now at least, you found him impossible to resist.
He made you feel so many different emotions, each different feeling was hot and fiery and intense and you enjoyed the burn of each one. The intensity of the orgasms he gave you, the glowing burn when he smiled at you, and the soft embers of flame that you felt last night, in the bed with him.
You groaned to yourself and let your head drop in your hands. What were you doing? You were sleeping with Hoseok, no strings attached, but you were sleeping with just him and apparently he was sleeping with just you too. You wondered if he had been lying about that but quickly diminished that stray thought. Hoseok struck you as someone who was honest, even when honesty was painful. Yet, he also struck you as someone who fucked casually, lots of women, lots of sex, all of the time. You wondered what it meant that he was only having sex with you now.
You heard Abel’s voice floating down from across your office and you ducked your head a little, feeling guilt creep in. This was not the time to be thinking about Hoseok, to be wondering about what your situation with him meant.
You had pressure from work and the aftermath of Taehyung’s gallery night- God, Taehyung – to think about.
You hesitated, staring at your laptop and at the small file titled ‘KS’. You knew that it would be a good decision career wise to send the article to your editor. But there was something tugging inside of you that couldn’t.
You clicked delete.
You could write about something else, you would write about something else. You just couldn’t post something about Hoseok, not now, when things felt like this with him.
You were in the middle of a crippling writer’s block and a terrible article that verged on clickbait territory when there was a little knock at your office cubicle wall.
Grateful for the distraction, you glanced up.
Taehyung stood there, a sheepish smile on his face.
“Tae! Hi!” You jerked, whacking your hand against your desk. “Fuck, ow.” You swore, shaking your bruised hand.
“Are you alright?” Taehyung stepped closer, concern on his face as he took your hand, gazing at it carefully.
“Yeah, I’m um, fine. Thanks Tae,” You said quickly, pulling your hand out of his. He glanced over at you. A slight awkwardness draped over the two of you for a moment.
“How are you?” He asked finally. “Sorry for stopping by unannounced, I was just in the area and thought I’d say hey…” His voice trailed off and he let out a little, apologetic sigh. “…and to say sorry about last night. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have crossed that line. If you’re not interested, that’s totally cool.” His face flushed and you suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
“I…” your voice trailed off. “I’m just not ready to date anyone right now.” You answered honestly.
“I get it,” Taehyung nodded. “I don’t want things to be weird between us. Friends?” He had a worried look on his face and you suddenly felt a pang of something, you weren’t sure what. Here Taehyung was, a guy you had known your entire life, a man you trusted, and you were turning him down. Were you crazy? Taehyung ticked all the boxes, he was everything you had wanted in the past, and more. What was it that was holding you back?
Hoseok’s face flashed in your mind. Ugh. You shook you head, wanting to get him out of your thoughts. Taehyung’s eyes widened slightly at that and you hurried to speak.
“Oh that wasn’t about us being friends. Sorry, I’m just… I’m really tired. But yeah, of course Tae. We’re friends. We always will be.”
Taehyung smiled in relief.
“Good. Hey, are you able to step out for a bit? I’ll buy you a coffee, if you’re tired, the caffeine will help…” He flashed you a smile, the kind of smile that you knew made women swoon, a smile that had made you swoon in the past. You sighed internally. You were definitely crazy.
It had been a few weeks since your sleepover with Hoseok and you had seen him nearly every day since.
He hadn’t stayed over since that first night, always opting to leave and ride his motorbike home. Eventually, you had stopped offering, and the two of you had gotten into an odd sense of rhythm.
He’d stop by late at night and the two of you would tumble into your apartment, fucking rough and intense against whatever furniture happened to be there. You had sex on and against every surface in your home, everything but your bed.
Hoseok propped you on your washing machine and fucked you while it was running, giving you one of the best orgasms of your life. You rode him while he was lying on the floor in your kitchen, pulling out just in time as per his request to let him shoot his cum all over your breasts. You fucked on a chair, you fucked on the floor, you fucked against the wall.
After the sex he often left, but sometimes he’d stay for a little while longer and the two of you would talk. It was never about anything substantial. You never talked about anything deeper than surface level and he never talked about anything related to his own life.
He didn’t breathe a word about his friends, his family, the Kingsnakes, anything. Your conversation was often quipping and banter, often it was for the purposes of engaging another round of angry sex, but sometimes, you just talked.
You ranted to him about work sometimes and he would listen, inserting sarcastic and unhelpful comments and telling you to deal with it. But still, he listened, and he cared. You knew that he did, even though he rolled his eyes while you talked and told you that you were being an annoying bitch.
You knew he listened, because when you told him about how the annoying girl Susie in the cubicle next to you kept stealing your pens, he told you that your story was boring and he didn’t care. But the next day, after you fucked, right before he left, he pulled something out of his leather jacket pocket, shoved a pack of black pens at you and said he’d see you later.
You knew that you were entering dangerous territory with Hoseok. You were beginning to look forward to seeing him, you began to feel breathless when his eyes met yours. You were starting to read into his actions and words, and wonder what they meant. You were starting to develop feelings for him.
You didn’t know how to approach it. if it was any other man you would’ve gladly been upfront with him, even ask him out on a date. But Hoseok wasn’t like any other man you had met before.
He was zipping up his pants after a quick morning fuck, when he noticed you staring at him, biting your lip.
“What’s with the look on your face?” He asked, smirking. “Do you want round two already?”
You shook your head, glancing down at the floor. “Nah. Hey, don’t you have to head off?”
As always, you chickened out before saying anything. You glanced up to see Hoseok’s face fall a little before he covered it, shrugging.
“Yeah. Alright.” He nodded and grabbed his leather jacket from where it was draped over one of your chairs. “I’ll walk you out,” You offered lamely. Hoseok just shrugged, as you followed him out of your apartment.
“Bye.” Hoseok’s face was cold and you hesitated.
“Hey,” You said, he stopped, turning around. “Yeah?” He asked brusquely.
“Come over tonight? I wanna do the washing machine thing again…” You gave a him a small smile and he smirked, the cold look on his face slipping away.
“Yeah you would wanna do it again.” He said dryly, before walking down to his bike. You watched as he swung his leg onto the bike, as always, he didn’t even nod goodbye at you before driving away.
You let out a suppressed sigh as you turned to walk back inside. You froze, spotting a familiar face standing to the side of your apartment.
“Y/N,” He stammered. “Sorry, I was just passing by on my way to work and thought I’d see if you wanted to grab breakfast… I didn’t realize you already um, had plans this morning…”
It was Taehyung.
“Tae,” You breathed out, your eyes widening slightly. You could just imagine what he was thinking, seeing a Kingsnake member leave your apartment at 8AM in the morning.
“I uh, yeah,” you said, feeling your face flush. God, this was not an ideal situation, in the slightest.
Concern tugged at Taehyung’s features as he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know it’s probably not my place to say anything but I just… are you sure dating a Kingsnake is a good idea, Y/N?”
“We’re not dating,” You said finally, wishing that the ground could just swallow you whole.
Taehyung’s eyes widened and his mouth formed a small ‘o’, in surprise. He just stood there blankly for a moment, and you felt yourself cringe.
“Right,” He said quickly. “Um, okay. Anyway, I should go. I’ll see you later, Y/N.” is words came out in a garbled rush and he just nodded at you, walking away hurriedly down the street towards his gallery.
You watched him leave, cringing.
“Of fucking course that would happen.” You muttered under your breath.
As expected, when you checked your phone during your work lunch break, you had fourteen missed calls from Ara and a few messages detailing exactly what she would do to you if you didn’t call her back immediately.
You stifled a groan as you hit redial, pressing the phone to your ear and sighing.
“Tae told me he saw a Kingsnake leaving your apartment this morning? It’s either you’re secretly a crack addict and he’s your dealer, or you’re in some kind of fucked up Fifty Shades of Grey relationship with him. Frankly, I don’t know what’s worse. Talk.” She barked out, you squeezed your eyes shut and cringed at her words.
“Okay… yeah, we’ve been sleeping together-”
“Who, and how?”
“His name’s Hoseok. He’s a decent guy, really-” Your voice was defensive.
“He’s a Kingsnake, Y/N. He’s not a decent guy. Whatever the hell that even means. How did you even meet him?”
“… On the street but-”
She cut you off with a groan.
“Y/N… are you serious?”
You sighed. “Ara. He’s not what you think, he’s not that stereotypical gang member type that you’re imagining. Besides, it’s not like what we’re doing is serious, it’s just sex.”
Ara was silent. “Do you have feelings for him?” She asked finally.
You hesitated.
“I don’t know.” You said finally, weakening, but even you could hear the poorly disguised lie in your words.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ara asked quietly.
You were quiet, you ran your hand through your hair and let out a long sigh. “I was trying to tell myself it was just sex. No feelings.” You admitted finally.
“I swear to God, if he’s just using you for sex, and you get your heart broken-”
You let out a loud, annoyed huff. “Ara, that is not going to happen. God, give me some more credit, would you?”
Ara let out a long sigh. “You know Tae has feelings for you, right?” She said finally, her voice softening. “Look, that’s not the point- I’m not saying you should be with my brother or that I even have a right to tell you who or who not to be with. All I’m saying is that he’s not a good guy, Y/N. You’re better than that.”
“How can you say that without even knowing anything about him?” You snapped back, irritation flaring up inside of you at her words.
“I know he’s a Kingsnake. And I know what they’re like. Y/N, they’re fucked up. They deal drugs, they are god damn criminals for Christ’s sakes. They’re bad news, okay? And that’s his world. That is not your world. How do you ever expect it to work?”
Her voice was softer, but you could hear how serious her tone was. “You’re my best friend Y/N and I don’t want to see you get involved in that messy shit. Just please… think about it. Really think about it.”
You were quiet, the anger from before fading away. Logically, you knew she was right. Whatever you were doing wasn’t going to just go on forever, you had to make some decisions already. You felt a surge of appreciation for your friend.
“Is Tae alright?”
“Yeah he’s fine, apart from the whole ‘The girl I’m crazy for is sleeping with a criminal overlord’ thing.”
You sighed. “Ara, you’re wrong about him. Really.”
Ara was quiet for a moment. “Look. Just think about it, okay?”
You just nodded. “Okay.”
“So, washing machine?” Hoseok smirked at you and you watched him, hesitation on the tip of your tongue. He was standing by the door, taking off his leather jacket, draping it over the nearest chair. You watched him, suddenly feeling uncertain.
“Um,” You started. “Maybe tomorrow.”
Hoseok just raised an eyebrow at you. “Alright then. So where?” He strolled towards you, a devilish glint in his eyes. “Last time the kitchen counter was pretty good.”
You just shrugged. “Couch?”
It was funny how you had a language now with Hoseok, consisting of places where he was going to fuck you. You couldn’t help but wonder if Ara was right, if that was all it was destined to be. Just sex, Hoseok using you, nothing more. You watched as Hoseok shrugged and nodded, walking over to the couch where you were already sitting.
He sat opposite you, his eyes surveying your face carefully. “Are you not in the mood or something?” Hoseok asked bluntly, you were taken aback. “I… I’m just a bit distracted.” You confessed.
“Right.” Hoseok said slowly. He didn’t ask you what distractions were playing on your mind, instead, he just reached out and started kneading circles into your calf.
“If you don’t want to fuck just say so, I have places to be.” He said shortly, massaging hard, firm patterns into your calf. You just frowned at his words.
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to have sex, I do, just-”
You let out a little hiss as his fingers worked up your leg to your thigh.
“You were saying?” Hoseok asked you slowly. You were suddenly hyperaware of his fingers, working into your thigh. They weren’t even near your slit but you were all to aware of the pressure he was applying to your muscles, the faint smirk ghosting across his lips.
“I…” You said, a little breathless. Hoseok just moved his fingers up so they were at the apex of where your pussy met your thigh, his fingers working pressured circles into that sweet spot there.
“Oh…” You moaned out, your voice choked. Hoseok just let out a little murmur at hearing your voice, tinged in arousal.
He reached up and began massaging right under your breast. He began massaging a series of circles around the curve of your breast, moving up and running a pattern around your hard nipple. The anticipation was driving you crazy, you had to fight the urge to kick your body out you wanted him to bring his fingertips to your nipple so badly. Hoseok continued to tease you, his touch going from pressured massaging to light strokes, running long, smooth patterns around your nipple. You felt like you were about to burst, from how badly you wanted him to give you a release, any kind of release.
Hoseok moved closer to you and pushed you down so that he was lying on top of you, his face hovering above yours. His breath was coming out faster and harder, and he arched his hips into yours, pressing his cock hard between yours legs. The feeling sent sensations throughout your legs, you were starting to throb for him. He began grinding his hips into you, hard, on top of your clothes. You were so sensitive, that having him pressed against you was almost too much. You writhed against his cock, and his thigh, wrapping your legs around him and arching your pussy up into him desperately.
“God, you’re so desperate for it aren’t you,” He noted coolly. “Dirty girl, dry fucking me and my cock because you want it so bad.”
Your legs trembled at his words but you couldn’t stop yourself, pressing your sensitive swollen pussy against his leg.
“Say it,” He murmured.
“I want you,” You moaned out. “God, I want you Hoseok, please. Don’t make me beg…”
His eyes glinted at your words and you realized that Hoseok was planning to do exactly that, to make you beg.
“Please,” you begged. “God Hoseok, you’re driving me crazy, I can’t hold out anymore…” You reached between your legs and unzipped your jeans tugging them and our underwear off.
Hoseok just watched you with a question mark on his face until you snuck your hand between your legs.
His eyes widened a little as he swallowed thickly.
“Jesus you’re that worked up that you need to play with yourself?” He asked in a low voice. “That’s so fucking hot, God.” His cock twitched as you slipped a finger inside of yourself, letting out a shaky breath at the feeling of something inside of you at last. You nodded, using another finger to slid into yourself.
“Let me see…” Hoseok mumbled, glancing down to watch as you slid your finger inside of yourself. He was rock hard, he let out a little choked moan as you slowly slid your finger in and out of your wet pussy, enjoying the way his eyes widened with your movevements.
“Let me taste you,” Hoseok muttered. You were slightly taken aback by his words, he hadn’t done that with you, gone down on you. In all frankness you had just fucked, rough fucking that had no emotion or any real intimacy. Yet here he was asking to taste your wetness.
You slid your finger out of yourself and Hoseok grabbed your wrist, wrapping his tongue around your finger and sucking it clean.
His eyes were wide in lust and he suddenly gripped your thighs, moving rapidly and positioning his cock at your entrance.
He held your thighs up with his palms so your legs were completely spread and in his hands, and then he pushed himself into you. He was stretching your walls and the feeling of him inside of you had you letting out a long shuddering gasp.
He was still for a moment, allowing you some time to absorb the feeling of his length deep inside of you before he began to push himself in and out of you. He was thrusting into you hard and fast, he didn’t waste time, all the teasing you had done to each other earlier had taken you both to the tipping point and you knew that you were close.
“Use your fingers,” You hissed out, Hoseok immediately slipped two fingers inside of you, next to his cock, pumping both his cock and his fingers in and out of your slit. He pulled his fingers out, they were covered in your wetness, as he pressed his fingers against your tender, aching clit. He massaged firm circles against you, and you felt the rush begin to build up inside of you.
“God Hoseok,” You muttered out. “I’m so close…” He kept one hand against your thigh so he could fuck into you, the other rubbing your clit as you felt your pussy walls clench and your orgasm ride across your body.
It was intense and quick, cascading throughout your body and making you shiver violently, you let out a loud, sharp moan and felt your vision shake from the intensity of it. You were gasping out for air, Hoseok didn’t slow down at all, he too was desperate to cum and he continued to fuck into you hard and fast.
“Cum on me,” You said firmly, wanting to see him stroke himself and get himself off all over you. He pulled out of you, his fingers working his own cock. You watched as he stroked himself deftly and with a loud staggered moan, thick ropes of cum shot out of his dick and all of your breasts and stomach. You let out a little murmur seeing his milky white cum all over your breasts and nipples.
Hoseok’s head was tipped forward, his breathing ragged as his eyes fluttered open to take you in. “You look fucking hot like that,” he panted out. “My cum all of your pretty tits, fuck.” He let out a shaky breath and leaned down to grab your underwear, cleaning up his cum off of you body. You lay still and basked in the afterglow of your orgasm, until he had finished cleaning you up.
“That was…” Your breath came out in a rush and you tipped your head back. “Mindblowing. I really think I blacked out there for a minute.”
Hoseok just smiled at you, his face soft. There was a warm look in his eyes as he leaned forward, closer to you. He reached out and tapped the tip of your nose. It was a tiny gesture, insignificant really, but in that moment, it was everything to you. The look in his eyes, the way his entire face was open, gazing at you, had your heart thrumming in your chest at a pace that didn’t feel at all normal.
Ara’s words were in your mind and you glanced down at the tattoo wrapped around Hoseok’s wrist. And then it all seemed to click together in your head. This wasn’t no strings attached with Hoseok, not at all. There were strings, thousands of them, holding you to him. You had formed a connection with him and it was not going to be easily broken.
“Hoseok,” You said faintly. “How… how did you join the Kingsnakes?”
The moment the question left your lips, the soft look on Hoseok’s face slipped away. A steely, hard look crossed over Hoseok’s features.
“I’m not talking about that with you.” He said shortly, moving away and stiffening. You could see it in the way his shoulders tensed slightly, in the way that he clenched his jaw that even the mere mention of the Kingsnakes alone had him on edge. You glanced down at his tattoo again, your eyes tracing the tail of the black snake etched on his wrist.
“Alright. I’m only asking because Ara was interrogating me about it today-”
“Ara?” Hoseok interrupted, a frown on his face.
“Yeah. My best friend. She-”
“She knows you’re having sex with me?” Hoseok’s voice was dripping with a mixture of disbelief and surprise, you just shrugged.
“Yeah, I mean, she found out, it’s not like I told her or anything.”
“What did she say?”
You hesitated, searching Hoseok’s face.
“Honestly? She thinks we’re from two different worlds.”
“What, and you think she’s wrong?” Hoseok asked in a low voice.
“Yeah, honestly, I do. I mean we’re definitely different but I don’t know anything about you. I don’t know anything about the Kingsnakes, I-”
“You don’t want to know, trust me.”
“See, that’s the thing, you keep saying that, but I don’t even know anything to begin with!” You retorted, folding your arms. “I want to get to know you better, your world better, that’s all.”
Hoseok just stared at you, his face unreadable.
“You want to get to know my world better?” He said finally, in a clipped voice. You just nodded.
“Fine.” He said tensely. “There’s a Kingsnake party on tonight that I have to make an appearance at. You can come with me.”
Hoseok hadn’t said a single word to you and when he stopped the motorcycle outside of a small house, you didn’t know how to initiate conversation with him.
“Is this it?” You asked finally, Hoseok just glanced at you, a stony look in his eyes.
“Yep.” He said shortly.
You glanced at the house, it was unassuming, and you opened your mouth to ask Hoseok something but he was already walking to the entrance. You hurried to follow him, suddenly feeling nerves in the pit of your stomach.
Hoseok stepped in and you followed. The first thing you noticed was the smoke. Everyone around you was smoking, cigarette butts lying on the floor and burnt into the carpet. You scanned your surroundings, there were probably forty, fifty people scattered around the house. They were all fairly young and dressed casually, there were some people slumped on the floor, moaning loudly.
There were people kissing in the corner, others chain smoking cigarettes and talking rapidly. There was a song playing over some kind of sound system, it was a deep, heavy kind of beat that had no real melody. It was intense, and you suddenly felt an itch under your skin, something inside of you telling you to leave.
“Hoseok!” A loud voice drew your attention away, you glanced over to see Z, the leader of the Kingsnakes, standing to the side.
Your eyes went straight to the tattoo that inched up the side of his neck and settled under his jaw bone, staring at the black stripes of the kingsnake tattooed against his neck.
He had his arms crossed, a cigarette in his hands as he stared at the two of you. Z’s call was more of a command, Hoseok tensed for a moment before Z strolled over. He walked slowly, his eyes never leaving the two of you.
“You’ve met Z,” Hoseok muttered. Z nodded slowly, his gaze starting from your feet to your eyes, tracing every inch of your body. You squirmed under his stare, his eyes were unrelentless.
“So you’re what’s been distracting Hoseok so much lately.” He said finally in an even voice. Z turned his attention to you, his eyes boring into yours.
“Go get a drink would you? I need to talk to Hoseok privately.” Z said to you, he didn’t even look at you, keeping his eyes trained on Hoseok. Hoseok glanced at you and he nodded, a tiny, imperceptible nod.
You hesitated, feeling out of your element, before you turned and walked away, into the throes of the party.
It was smoky, the air was thick and you felt very visible as you waded your way through the mesh of people. You found a small table with a few unopened beers and you grabbed one. You spotted Soo-ah, and grateful to have someone you recognized even it was vaguely, you walked over. She was sitting on a couch, staring ahead.
“Hey, it’s Soo-ah, right?” You said, flashing her a smile. She didn’t move, she was just opening and closing her mouth robotically, blinking slowly and staring straight ahead.
“Hey, are you alright?” You asked, leaning in closer.
“Don’t worry about her.” A voice interrupted, you glanced up to see a guy standing near the two of you. He was handsome, with wavy hair and expressive eyes. He looked young, not necessarily in terms of age, but he had an almost youthful naivety about him. “She’s on a lot of different drugs right now,” He added, giving you a small smile. “To be honest, I don’t even think she can hear us speak.”
“Oh,” you finally said lamely.
“Give it an hour and everyone will be like that. She just got started early.” He grinned at you and shrugged. “It’s not really my scene though. I’m Jimin, by the way.” He nodded at you and you nodded back, relieved to have someone to talk to. You still felt on edge being here, the strange heavy beat of the music pulsing through the house.
“Y/N,” You introduced yourself, taking a sip of the beer. “It’s not my scene either. I’m here with a… friend.”
Jimin just nodded. “I was going to say. I haven’t seen you around before.” He raised an eyebrow at you. “Who’s your friend?”
“Hoseok.”
Jimin’s eyes widened and he let out a soft whistle. “Wow, alright. Wasn’t expecting that.” He let out a little chuckle.
“Why not?” You said curiously, turning to face Jimin properly.
“Hoseok’s my brother’s right hand man, that’s all. I didn’t know he even had friends. He’s intimidating as fuck.” Jimin grinned sheepishly at you, you couldn’t help but smile back. Jimin was sweet, you were warming to him. He was also possibly the only person in this entire house who was acknowledging your existence.
“Who’s your brother?” You asked. Jimin just eyed you.
“Wow, you really are new here. My brother’s Z.” He said finally. You blinked in shock.
“So you’re a… one of them, too?” You asked, unable to hide the disbelief in your voice. Jimin just shrugged.
“Recent addition,” He said with a sigh. “It runs in the family I guess.” He shrugged and you just studied him thoughtfully.
“Okay, so where’s your tattoo?” You asked teasingly, Jimin just grinned at you.
“It’s tiny,” He confessed, pointing down to his leg. You followed his finger, spotting a little snake wrapped around his ankle.
“What are you two talking about?” Your head snapped up to see Z and Hoseok walking up to the two of you. Hoseok had a tense look on his face, his eyes searched yours immediately and you realized he was making sure you were okay.
“Are you trying to fuck her Jimin? She’s Hoseok’s, don’t you know?” Z asked his brother, his eyes menacing. You bristled at his words. “What! No, we were just talking-” Jimin stammered, his eyes darting between you and Hoseok nervously. Z just leaned forward, shoving his brother. “It’s a fucking joke, little brother. Move over.”
Jimin blinked, opening and closing his mouth before he went silent, moving over on the couch. Hoseok just stood there, staring at you silently.
“Look at how fucked up Soo-ah is,” Z laughed. “Fuck yeah.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small vial of white powder.
“C’mon boys.” He nodded over to Hoseok and Jimin and a few other guys standing nearby. Z pulled over the table in front of you, tipping the contents of the powder out onto the table and using a credit card to divvy up small lines of powder.
“Hoseok.” He nodded to Hoseok who just stared at Z and shook his head.
“I’m good.”
There was a tense silence that hung between them before Z shrugged.
You felt paralyzed, watching as Hoseok’s eyes met yours. He was searching your face carefully, making sure you were okay.
“Your turn.” Z whirled around, staring at Jimin. His eyes were challenging. Jimin just shook his head.
“Jimin’s s just being a bitch because the last time he took ket and speed was when we robbed that supermarket, you know, that little Asian one.” One of the guys added in nastily.
You felt your heart plummet into the ground. You had heard about this on the news a few months ago, the local Asian supermarket a few neighborhoods over had been robbed. All the money had been taken and the owner had been so brutally beaten that he had been in a coma for a week. They hadn’t found the culprits. although everyone suspected it was the Kingsnakes, there was no evidence of proof. There never was.
“Fuck, true. That old guy’s face,” Z shook his head and let out a loud laugh. “Felt so good to crush his God damn skull in. God damn.” He laughed again, slamming his palm down against the table. You jumped at the loud crack, watching as Z leaned down and pressing his nose to the table, snorting up another line of the white powder.
“Your turn.” Z said, staring at Jimin. Jimin just shook his head silently.
“C’mere man. Don’t worry, I just wanna say something.” Z said, his voice was rapidfire, he had an agitated look in your eyes. Jimin hesitated before he got up silently and walked closer to his brother.
Z suddenly lashed out, punching his brother square in the face. The loud crunch of his fist against Jimin’s face had you gasping out loud. The visceral sound of it, seeing Jimin fly back and cry out in pain, had your gut twisted into compliated knots. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you suddenly realized that you were genuinely terrified.
“Z, that’s enough.” Hoseok muttered, Z didn’t notice, his attention back on the table and the powder laid out there.
You were in shock, staring at Jimin still. He was clutching his face, tears pooling in his eyes. You could see it already, the faint purple circle that was around one of his eyes. You glanced at Z, your eyes focused on the black snake wrapped around his neck, at the contrast between his pale skin and the black scales of the snake.
“Fucking pussy,” Z said dismissively.
You walked up to the bathroom, feeling dizzy and faint. You needed to splash your face with water and calm yourself down, you were trembling. This wasn’t where you belonged, you felt shaky, taken aback by everything that you had witnessed, everything you were seeing.
You froze at the doorway of the bathroom, hearing voices float out. Female voices.
“…Who even is she though?”
“Who cares. I’m telling you, give him a few days and then he’ll be onto the next one.”
“Yeah true. I haven’t fucked Hoseok in a while, maybe I should try see if he’s down for something tonight…”
You felt your stomach turn and you retreated, backing away into the throes of the party. You bumped into someone, but you barely registered it, the blood rushing to your face.
Every cell of your body was telling you to get out.
You turned and headed down the corridor, looking for Hoseok.
You found Hoseok standing in a circle around with the group. They were smoking cigarettes and talking, you walked over, feeling your body tensed like a spring.
You walked straight up to Hoseok’s side, he didn’t acknowledge you and you felt a little pang inside.
“Can we leave?” You asked him quietly.
Hoseok ignored you, taking a long drag from his cigarette. You watched the smoke billowing from his lips and felt irritation squeeze in yoru chest.
“Hoseok. Can we leave?” You asked again, more pointedly.
“What’s the rush?” Z said loudly, from across the circle. The group fell quiet, staring at you. You felt your chest start to pound, staring at Z. His eyes were cold and flat, staring at you icily.
“I just… I’m tired, I wanna head home.” You said, hating how nervous you sounded, how intimidated you were by Z. He didn’t react, he just continued staring at you with those emotionless eyes.
“Hoseok?” You asked, your voice trembling slightly as you glanced over at Hoseok who had stopped smoking, his eyes darting between you and Z tersely.
“Already?” Z intervened. “Hoseok, you let this stuck up bitch tell you what to do?” His voice was like liquid, oozing almost. He seemed to find this situation humorous, judging by the tone in his voice.
You turned to Z, something inside of you snapped. You had enough of this night, of this people, of this bizarre world.
“Don’t talk to me, or other people like that.” You said shortly, meeting his gaze. You saw the shock flicker through the faces of the different people around you, your eyes landed on Jimin, who was just staring at you with wide eyes.
The bored look vanished from Z’s face, replaced by a cold, almost reptilian stare.
“You think you’re too good for us, is that it?” Z said in a measured voice, staring straight at you. You felt your blood run cold at the look in his eyes. There was a slight hatred in his gaze, but his entire face was so controlled, so taut, that it terrified for you. “You’re nothing here. I talk to you like you are a worthless slut, because you are a worthless slut. You don’t tell me what to do. If I wanted to, I could have you on your back, screaming out my name. Maybe we should test that theory.” He delivered each word with no emotion, but you could taste the venom behind his words and your heart pounded at his words. You knew that he meant his threat and you felt your instincts screaming at you to leave.
You tore your gaze away from him and stared at Hoseok desperately.
“Hoseok, let’s go.”
“Hoseok’s not going anywhere.” Z took a step towards you, his eyes menacing. “If you think cares about you at all, you’re sorely mistaken, little girl. Hoseok might fuck you but I can guarantee you that you mean nothing to him. You could die right here and he would just step over your body. Isn’t that right, Hoseok?”
Z was staring straight at Hoseok and you felt your heart pound so loudly you could hear it in your ears. You stared at Hoseok. The blood had drained out of his face, as he stared back at Z. Hoseok wouldn’t let him talk to you like this, Hoseok wouldn’t. He wasn’t this person, surely, this couldn’t be his world, these couldn’t his friends, his family.
Hoseok turned to stare at you and his face was cold. “Y/N, get the fuck out.” You couldn’t help it, your jaw dropped slightly and you didn’t give yourself time to think. You turned and left, hearing Z’s voice behind you, and silence from Hoseok.
You were spilling out onto the street and calling for a taxi when you heard Hoseok’s voice call out behind you.
“Y/N.”
You spun around, narrowing your eyes at him.
“Stay away from me.” You stormed down the street.
“Y/N. Hey.” Hoseok was next to you. “I only told you to leave to protect you-”
“What the hell was that in there? Drugs? Robbery? How can you stand there and act like all of that is okay?” You whirled around, your eyes flashing. Hoseok just stared at you, his face like stone.
“I told you. This is my world.”
You just let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah, I just… how can this be your world? How can you see all of this and think it’s okay?”
He just stared at you evenly.
“It is what it is. This is my life.”
You stepped closer to him, your eyes searching his. “Hoseok, I don’t think it is.”
“Well it is, okay? This is it, for me. What, you think I’m okay with half the shit that goes on in there? I don’t have a choice, Y/N.”
You felt your eyes prick with tears. “Why not? You keep saying that, like you’re forced to be he here, but-”
“What did you expect, Y/N?” He yelled out, his face crumbling. “We are from two different fucking worlds. The sooner you get it through your head the better.”
You stared at him, your breath coming out shakily. There was a car beep behind you, it was your taxi, but you didn’t turn, you just kept staring at him. Your eyes filled with tears.
“Okay. I get it.” You said shakily, before you turned and walked away.
He didn’t follow you. You didn’t turn around- you didn’t want to.
You counted each step you took, your breath shuddering out of you, hot tears spilling out of your eyes. But at the very last moment, right before you reached your cab, you couldn’t help yourself. You turned around.
Hoseok was gone.
You tumbled into your home, your eyes raw from tears and your throat choked from containing your sobs during the taxi ride home.
You were overflowing with feelings, thoughts and emotions bouncing around inside of you. You couldn’t believe how quickly things had spiraled down tonight. Earlier that evening you had been here, with Hoseok, feeling like things were really going to be okay between the two of you. It had been only half a day ago, but it felt like a lifetime now. God, you hated yourself for being such an idiot, for believing that Hoseok and you were potentially more than whatever it was that the two of you were engaging in for weeks.
You had memories and images filtering through your brain on an endless loop, Jimin’s bruising black eye, Hoseok’s voice telling you to get out, and worst of all, the icy, snakelike stare Z had given to you.
You needed to let it out somehow. You contemplated calling Ara but quickly dismissed that option, it was in the middle of the night and you couldn’t handle admitting out loud that you had just gotten your heart splintered into pieces by someone who never should’ve had it in the first place.
You turned on your laptop. Your eyes were sore from how hard you had cried but you opened up a word document, your fingers flying over the keys. You poured all your thoughts into it, writing about the party, about Hoseok, about the robbery, about the drugs. You wrote about the dynamics of the group, about the secrecy and the hierarchy.
You didn’t edit it, you didn’t read over it, your heart was pounding with exhilaration when you had finished. You didn’t bother checking over the wordcount, feeling an odd sense of catharsis when the piece was finally done. It was probably nonsense, littered with grammatical and spelling mistakes, but you didn’t care.
You opened up your emails, attaching the file in an email to Abel. Your fingers hovered over the keys, suddenly unsure. Hoseok’s face flashed in your mind, different versions of him that you remembered with a crystal clear clarity. Hoseok, his face soft and vulnerable next to you that one night he had stayed over. Hoseok, his eyes warm as he leaned over and tapped the tip of your nose. And the last one, Hoseok, his eyes pained and distant as he told you that you were from two different worlds.
‘The sooner you get it through your head the better.’
That was all you needed.
You pressed send.
You woke up to loud banging.
You opened your eyes, disoriented. What was that noise?
You let out a yawn, bleary eyed as you listened to it. It was a loud, inconsistent banging noise. You yawned again, about to curl back into bed and disregard it, when you heard it.
A voice.
His voice.
“Y/N… please…”
You jolted upright, your pulse suddenly racing. It was Hoseok.
You sat there frozen for a moment before you got up, going straight to your front door.
“Hoseok?” You hissed out.
“Y/N… I’m sorry… please, let me in. I need to talk to you. Please. I need to explain.”
You were still half asleep, but you heard his voice clear as anything. He was drunk, you could hear it in the thickness of his tone and the way he slurred his words. You hesitated. You were telling yourself to lock the door, to go back to your room and return to sleep. But you stayed still, frozen in place.
“Y/N…” It was Hoseok’s voice, drunk, but pained. “I… just want to talk…”
You closed your eyes. “Fuck.” You muttered, your heart beating loud and fast in your chest, getting louder and faster as seconds passed.
