VILLAIN WARRIOR
Chapter 2
BTS Jeon Jungkook x fem! reader
Hero Jungkook x Villain reader
Summary: all you want to know is why your parents were violently killed and why there was no proper investigation done. Odds are against you when a promising hero is willing to do everything in his power to put you behind bars.
W: 4078
Fic warnings: slow burn, depiction of violence, fighting and death, mention of power abuse, future smut, angs, emotional damage, commitment issues, trust issues, heavy themes and adult language, swearing, mention of masturbation, dark story?
Tell me if I forgot anything, I'll change the warnings in the course of this fic.
Raiting: 18+
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Jungkook hated paperwork. It was a long and boring work. When choosing his future profession, no one told him that his occupation does not consist of only fighting crime on the streets, catching dangerous criminals and saving innocent lives. He spent most of his working hours in a giant office, sitting at his desk joined with four others over a pile of endless papers. With a deep sigh, he opened the profile folder of a villain who goes by the name Killian and began transcribing all the information into his computer, just as he had done twenty times before with different perpetrators.
He couldn't believe his bad luck. Just because he was in charge of one active case in which he's now deadlocked doesn't nesessary have to mean he's going to get the worst filler job in the entire branch, right? And yet he was just tapping out the individual dates and exact time intervals of Killian’s first attacks.
Transcribing old case data from paper to electronic form was a living hell. It was the most boring, annoying and numerous part of the job. Not to mention that Killian has been dead for five years and has killed so many people in his lifetime that he has over fifteen files on various victims and is unofficially credited with kidnapping six more missing people. Jungkook was already sure he was going to spend the rest of his shift today transcribing all the available documents on this villain. So much for the title of the most promising rookie.
His loud sigh was a comical spectacle for his senior colleague Namjoon, who was just passing by the rookie section. "Rough day?" He struck up a friendly conversation, even though they had never really spoken before.
Namjoon was part of the inner file of heroes. He didn’t work on the front line like Jungkook and his older colleague Yoongi, but operated the action from behind the scenes. He was the one who directed and planned every move of the heroic troops in every dangerous action. His inner strength was his incredible brain - his quick analysis and ability to organize an entire legion of heroes in battle according to their abilities, made him an unbeatable strategist. Namjoon was the reason Jungkook decided to join the AiOT branch.
"Better not even ask." Jungkook managed a weak smile, but his tired eyes and previously expressed frustration gave away what he was really feeling. He'd rather be anywhere else than here and now.
"Don’t stress over it too much. All of us have been through this at least once." Jungkook was slightly reassured by the encouraging words, but more importantly it sparked the flame of his curiosity. With his eager gaze, he almost begged Namjoon to tell him more. "Before I got my current position, I was a heroes' sidekick. I did almost nothing but fill out their paperwork for them. It was a pain in the ass." The tall man cringed as if he had eaten a particularly sour lemon and shook his head slightly, trying not to think of old memories. "Not to mention the two of us are different."
"How come?" The younger of the two, but obviously more muscular, straightened up in his chair. His brain couldn't grasp exactly what the man, he admired so much, meant with his last sentence. Was it a slight hint of his incompetence, or was his mind just trying to find something behind it that wasn't even there?
"Even though I consider my job as essential, I'm still just a strategist behind the curtain. In contrast, you have the opportunity to actually save someone. Not to mention how strong and talented you are at such a young age." Namjoon walked over to the younger man and squeezed his shoulder tightly, giving him his last words before he walked away to do his own job. "The whole agency sees our future in you."
Namjoon's words rang through Jungkook like a bell at a Buddhist New Year. He knew that the AiOT agency had been in decline for some time, and that it had seen a slight upturn only after his arrival, but he didn’t attach much importance to it. Each heroic agency is financially supported in three ways. When agencies start up and begin, most of the costs are paid by the founders themselves, which includes the salaries of all staff. Once they start making a name for themselves by a high percentual success in saving people without any casualites, the goverment starts investing in said agency. The last way is donations from the city's wealthy, or small contributions from rescued people who want to show their gratitude.
Since Jungook's arrival, the company has seen an influx of money from the government, which has decided to reinvest in the failing business. Jungkook was more determined than ever to finish rewriting the old cases so he could go into action again and prove that their agency is worth a bigger investment. Maybe then they could finally get new equipment.
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Jungkook has lived alone for the past two years, in a small but modern apartment on a quiet street. Usually he cooked something quick, but on days like this, when he spent a disgusting amount of his day anchored to his computer, he wasn't in the mood to cook anything. Two streets away is a small restaurant that cooks late into the night. Once in a while he always likes to go there for his favourite meal - according to Jungkook, one of the few dishes they cook there that is edible, not to mention cheap.
Jungkook, as a young, thoughtful rookie, had the opportunity to join bigger, more well-known agencies, where he would definitely get a bigger salary, but he didn't find the heroes he admired there. This socially respected profession brought with it selfishness and lust for one's own wealth and fame, and such "ideals" discouraged Jungkook from joining so-called Black companies. Corporations and their "heroes" who have made a name for themselves by demanding money from innocent citizens as compensation for risking their own lives to save them.
It wasn't long before Jungkook was sitting in his favorite spot by the window with his food steaming. His stomach growled loudly, a clear cue to start eating. Glancing up from his bowl, Jungkook sees his reflection in the window. Dark eyes stare back at him, bloodshot. He grimases at his overworked, tired self. Today, like the previous three days, he put in several hours of overtime in an effort to finish transcribing old cases as soon as possible. His minimal sleeping hours and irregular meals were slowly taking their toll on him. Still, he didn't mind if it meant achieving his goal of eradicating all evil in Korea. A few hours of sleep is a small price to pay for one more criminal behind bars.
As he turns his gaze back to his half eaten dinner, out of the corner of his eye he sees something suddenly move in his peripheral vision. His professionalism kicks in and he stares into the dark allyway between the convinient store and the building next to it. There's nothing. And yet, he can't seem to shake the lurking feeling that something is wrong.
Next to the shop stood a lone lamp that flickered irregularly. For a few seconds each time, it illuminates a large, black bin leaning against the opposite wall, only to plunge it back into darkness. Jungkook can hear the faint hum of electricity in his ears as the bulb struggles to stay alive. Light, darkness. Light, dark.
Blink.
Blink.
Flash!
Krchhh - the thin glass of the bulb shattered into pieces with a loud crack. No one paid any attention to it, so everyone was astonished when the young black-haired man sitting by the window suddenly rose from his chair until it toppled over and remained lying on the ground with a thud. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Before, where stood only a lonely, full garbage can surrounded by black trash plastic bag, now stood a figure, blending in perfectly with its surroundings. As they turned and started heading down the crowded street, Jungkook's instincts took over and the next second he was running after the cloaked figure. His bibimbap, together with his ramyeon stood forgotten on the table top for the waitress to clean.
Click, clack, click, clack.
Sensual calves were hidden in black pumps that bounced in a regular rhythm off the damp pavement. Jungkook watched the feet of the woman in front of him as they gradually moved away from the starting point. Apart from her hasty and more than unpredictable appearance in the darkened street, she looked quite ordinary. Dressed in a black coat and high heels, her face hidden from the eyes of passers-by by an expensive looking hat. All that could be seen of her body were her legs from the knees down and the bright white hair that flowed down her back in perfect waves. Jungkook was intrigued by her without knowing why.
The woman stopped in front of a bar with a neon sign that read Hell in Heaven. She turned her body slightly to the left, where Jungkook still continued on his way, as if she knew he was secretly following her. She gave him a sly, red smile as he walked past her, and before he could stop himself, he was discreetly watching her in the reflection of one of the parked cars along the road as she entered the noisy bar.
'She already knows about me anyway.' He thought to himself and followed her into the open doorway. The inside looked surprisingly much nicer than he had initially expected. The room was lit with a soft purple light, the furniture in a dark brown wood that created a flattering contrast to the white walls. A few drunks were already lounging on the round tables or sleeping sprawled out on the sofas in the corners of the room, but most were either dancing on the dance floor to the right, standing around the bar drinking, or playing various bar games in the next room.
After a quick initial scan of the surroundings, a black gaze slid to the woman sitting on a bar stool, just pulling her shiny hair into a high ponytail revealing her bare back, which was exposed, and only at her hips did the dress come together again in a deep V shape. The local bartender was just serving her a glass of clear liquor.
It was only after the glass ended up between the woman's manicured slender fingers that the woman turned around and Jungkook understood what the magnet was that drew him to her. It was you. His case he wanted to, oh so desperatedly, solve.
Your shining eyes flick up, sensing Jungkook gaze once again. You grin at him, before drinking the shot in one go. You are wearing make up once again, but this time it's complimenting your face shape, making you look more cunning. Your sleek figure is leaning against the bar counter, in a challenging position that will attract not only eager men in your direction.
Jungkook can't resist letting his eyes slide over your figure clad in a short, red dress that accentuates your cleavage and your curves. As you sit gracefully on a bar stool and sensuously swing one leg over the other in high heels, Jungkook's throat catches when he sees the hem of your dress roll up higher and cut into your thigh. You lightly stroked the exposed skin with your hand, causing the young hero to growl animalistically. He swallowed dryly.
It was only with great difficulty that he could bring himself to tear his gaze from your womb and direct it to your gaze, which was fixed on his face with an amused shine. You raised your hand and beckoned him to come closer with your elegant index finger. You waited for him.
His pink tongue traces his teeth, setting his jaw in a firm anger. You won't play with him like he is your little toy. His chest is heaving heavily when he looks at you again and turn his back to you. He only takes one step away when another man bumps his shoulder into him. Poisoned by the great effect you have on his hitherto undiscovered physical needs, he turns to the unknown ready to vent his frustration, only to get stuck in his track.
The man, dressed in plain light jeans and a dark shirt, is standing next to you, his drone tilted so his mouth is pressed against your ear and his right arm is tightly wrapped around your waist. What pisses Jungkook off much more is the welcoming embrace you openly offer the man as you lean in and press your lips to his lobe. Your deep eyes are locked on Jungkook the whole time you're whispering something to him.
He hates the idea of you playing with him with ease and his body obeying your every command. Like a puppet to its puppeteer. His heart is going overtop when he shorten the distance separating you with three long strikes, janking the asshole from your body to the ground.
"What the fuck dude?" He shouts out angrily with a hidden undertone of pain. Jungkook looms over him like a predator about to dine on his dying prey when he gets tired of the hunt. His chest rises sharply above his work shirt, sealing his muscles under the thin fabric. You couldn't resist, hungrily devouring every inch of his chiseled physique. Most of the time when you see him, your view is hidden under a layer of defensive uniform. You were pleasantly surprised to find out what he looks like under his protective vest.
"Don't touch what's not yours." The gruff reply, growled in a low tone, surprised both men present. Jungkook didn't think of you as anything other than a villain who needed to be caught, so why was he indirectly calling you his, and why did he feel so good about it?
He didn't know what attracted him to you so much. He didn't know why his mind always wandered back to you when he wasn't paying attention. He didn't know why every time he saw you he found you more stunning. What he knew for sure was that he wasn't going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers, even if you manage to escape again.
The distance between you wasn't big, but every extra step seemingly sucked the air from his lungs until it seemed impossible to take one more. If you noticed his troubles, you didn't let it show and waited patiently for him. Maybe it wasn't so much patience as it was a power struggle, which you would have lost if you had gotten up and met him halfway. He's the one who came to you. Jungkook pressed his lips tightly together and fixed his black gaze on yours, who was watching him with interest. Your pupils betrayed nothing mocking or malicious, on the contrary they gave him open arms which he could have taken at any time. Just knowing that you weren't here to judge him nor to put any labels on him put his mind, strangely, into tranquillity. The last step that put him right in front of you settled his air and nerves back in their proper place.
"Hi," you greeted him in a low voice being able to see the regurgitated glint in his eye. If he was willing to bury the hatchet for the day, you were also willing to put down your weapon. Instead of a greeting, however, you were met with a pointed question. "What are you doing here?"
With a fake stab at your heart, you put your hand on the left side of your chest, "You wound me, handsome sir." You'd be lying to yourself if you pretended you didn't hope to have a normal conversation with the young hero. Unfortunately, even now he immediately began his interrogation. "Is this your question that you want a truthful answer to?"
"Does every question necessarily have to be the one through our agreement?" Jungkook's brows drew together into a frown over his dark gaze. He still couldn't figure you out, and he was angry with himself for it. The way you kept leashing him was driving him crazy.
"No. But if you had started our conversation with something other than an interrogation, maybe we could have had a normal conversation." Your voice was surprisingly calm and gentle, as was the faint smile on your face. It was the first time in all the years you'd known each other that he'd seen you smile genuinely. It messed with his head more than he's willing to admit at the moment.
Jungkook was visibly nervous as he sat down on the bar stool next to you yet his gaze screamed confidence. "Fancy seeing you here." He said, hoping you wouldn't comment too much on his sudden change in demeanor. Luckily for him, you merely turned back towards the bartender, who was ready to take any order you placed.
"What can I get you?" You asked contentedly before gesturing to the bartender. Your companion ran a quick glance over the drinks on display. He didn't want to admit to you that he didn't exactly like alcohol. How is he supposed to solve this dilemma without falling in your eyes? You sensed his indecision and decided to step in. "Let's have two Irish Bombs." You ordered for both of you, assuring your companion with a quiet "It's a sweet drink," that he'd probably like it.
After two more drinks, both of your inhibitions and initial tension eased.
"What are you even doing here?" Jungkook asked. You shrugged nonchalantly with an amused smirk. "Can't I just go out and take a break from everything?" You stared distantly into your glass with its dark contents and drank the rest of it without a word. "My life is not always rosy." You joked with a dry laugh.
"You can't entirely complain about that, considering it's your own fault." Jungkook snorted. How can you complain when you lead this kind of life? "You yourself have become a lawbreaker and a danger to the public by your own actions."
"Did I?" You frowned at him, your voice an octave lower. He knows nothing about you and yet he condemns you like this? Just because some unnamed person decided to call you a criminal? Although the change in your behavior was subtle, the seasoned hero noticed it. Has he hit on a sensitive subject? How hard can he push without shutting you down?
"To my believe, yes. You could have gone to a local police station or to any hero agency to ask for help." He suggested weakly, keeping his tone of voice neutral in an attempt not to provoke you in any way. You snorted in disbelief at his stupidity.
"I tried to get both the police and countless heroes to investigate who killed my parents for almost three years straight. No one took me seriously. I kept bugging them, so to get rid of me, they did a cursory search and declared it a domestic suicide." Although your confession meant exposing your motives behind all your illegal actions, you didn't consider it too risky a move. What could Jungkook have done with this loaded information, other than looking into your parents' deaths? If anything, he'd play right into your hands.
"Do you have any proof that it was actually murder?" Jungkook asks defiantly. Even though he didn't know much, he made a mental note about your parents' deaths and that he'd have to look into it later, maybe even ask his older colleagues if they happened to know anything.
"My own investigation." Jungkook couldn'h help but scinker at that. Surely you have the same opportunities and resources as the professionals to actually get to something. "I wouldn't underestimate the black market if I were you." You uttered nonchalantly and waved at the man who had been pouring you the whole time that you were ready to pay.
"You just admitted to me that you are involved with the black market. Do you have any more accusations for me to add to the already long list?" An amused tone crept into his voice as he rose from his chair, effectively blocking your view of the bill with his right shoulder. The amount in question didn't appeal to his eyes at all, yet he held his credit card up to the terminal without a word.
"I didn't admit anything, I just gave you some friendly advice. It may come in handy in the future." Another faint giggle escaped your lips, and Jungkook's stomach tightened. When he turned to you, you were already standing on your own feet, facing him, being dangerously close to his body. Your eyes shone amusedly in a faint violet glow, while your hair gave an almost fairy-tale appearance. Did you have any idea how beautiful you look right now? And if so, were you using your charm to curse Jungkook? Because if you did, you've been successful so far.
The atmosphere around you once again sparked with tension and neither of you were sure what type let alone what it meant for either of you. Jungkook swallowed deeply when you placed your palm on his left breast, and quite deliberately puffed out his chest to make it look even bigger than it is under your touch. You bit your lip at his ridiculously cute gesture, and Jungkook couldn't take his eyes off your red bottom lip trapped between the white pearls. He wanted to taste you.
His last thought startled him so much that he didn't notice you leaning towards him until your warm breath coated his flushed cheeks. Although the rational part of his mind advised him to push you away and keep his distance, his lust for you was so strong that it precluded access to any logical reasoning. His strong arms found their way around your waist and trapped you tightly against him.
"What are you doing, beautiful?" His raspy voice rubbled out of his lungs and you could feel getting wet just by listening to his voice praising you.
"I'm just paying you back for my part, since I don't intend to owe you anything." You whisper almost an inch from his lips as your nose brushes against his warm cheek.
His confused expression opened up space for you to grab his belt and then pull his pelvis sharply against yours. A pleased smile conjured on your lips as you felt his budding arousal. His loud gasp in response to your action pleased you even more as you placed the bill you had originally intended to pay for your spending today behind his belt.
"I'm more than capable of paying for myself." You winked at him, and though Jungkook wanted to reply with 'I wanted to invite you' or 'I didn't mind paying for you' he settled for a simple "I noticed."
You still maintained eye contact when you reached for your coat. Jungkook took the opportunity and reached for it in a silent offer of help. Of course you let him be a gentleman and offered him a glimpse of your exposed back, which was soon covered by the black cloth the man behind you gently placed on your shoulders.
"When will I see you again?" He asked, mentally kicking himself at his whiny tone. What the fuck had you done to him in such a short time?
"If the opportunity arises..." You whispered. Your answer didn't please either of you, but you didn't want to lie to him. Besides, once the current infatuation subsides and you both get back on track, you'll realize how dangerous - whatever is currently vibrating between you - is.
Both of you are on the other side of the coin, and neither of you currently stands to lose everything while teetering on the edge.
This has no future.
This night, like the last, you left Jungkook standing outside alone, except this time he's even more confused and has a hard problem in his pants. When he got to his apartment that night, he had to jerk off several times before he got you out of his head.
To be continued