One Last Time || JJK FF Part-3
spring breaks loose.
"kiss me, hera. kiss me one last time."
or
you and jungkook were never meant for each other. but you defied the laws of the universe, the perfectly orchestrated life your parents had laid out for you and he defied the laws of his underground routines. but the universe has a way of tearing people's worlds apart by the seams. and your stitches were never enough to hold his life together.
(cross-posted to wattpad .)
pairing: gangster! jk x tailor! reader(foc)
genre: angst, smut, fluff, sad, depressing, romantic, itsalotisallihavetosay, gangster jungkook is whipped, he fell first and he fell harder trope. stalker, yearner, obsessive jk, whipped too.
warnings: kiss, sexual tension. that's it here too!
wc: 5.3k
BUT mdni!
4:45 : sad beautiful tragic || Taylor Swift
color palette : Maroon
a/n: some soft fluff before a ride in the shithole. honestly, yoongi is my favorite character to write, he's like the older brother we all definitely need. so a lot of what i dont have is his personality T-T. the next chapter is moody, shit takes a turn there and the pov of another character comes in, so stay tuned babies and leave me comments <3 the mall in this chapter is actually something i really want in real life. do with that what you will. send me an ask or comment to be added to the taglist!
✿✿ he kissed you like you were made of glass only he was allowed to taint.
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jungkook hadn't slept properly in one hundred and twenty hours. he had laid wide awake on his deflating hand me down memory foam each night in those hours and stared at the water stain on the ceiling.
had memorized the pattern of taehyung's breathing next to him each night, counted the number of dark brown rings on the wooden pelmet near the sheer curtains of their shared dingy apartment approximately thirty seven times and thought of you while counting them every. single. time.
when the sting in his eyes got too unbearable, he had sat up and pulled out seo-jin's phone at three am each of those nights and traced the outline of it.
he should have gotten rid of it. he would have gotten rid of it.
on any other day and with any other person, he would.
but you had touched it. held on to it like it had grounded you that day out in the forest where you had witnessed a side of him he would have erased from your memory had he been given the chance.
jungkook had thought of a hundred ways he would have liked to meet you. maybe "accidentally" bump into you on one of your cafe trips. maybe enter the boutique with its sage green pillars you always went to on tuesdays. maybe steal your package of lace from the one with the baby blue windows and show up to your house with it as the delivery boy.
but never in a billion years would he have thought you'd see him for the first time when he was killing a man, blood on his hands and fury in his veins.
he had been outside your house that day, knew it'd be the only time of the day he'd get a glimpse of you since minsyuk had decided he be the one killing the traitor. but because the universe liked the idea of a sick joke and fate had never been one to choose his side, seo-jin had driven next to your house.
he had seen seo-jin's eyes wander down your bare legs when you stood on your balcony, petting robbie at five. seen the glint of want and desire swirl in his aging iris as he drove by on his motorbike.
it had ignited something in him that had already been fueled long before.
he hadn't thought it through. went straight for the kill. and then it had rained and then he'd seen you. watching him.
so he spent the next one hundred and twenty hours sleepless, tossing and turning whilst his mind played memories of you. you with the knife. you with the fear. you crying. you calling him a sick freak. you throwing up. you trembling. you under him. you refusing to back down.
you.
traced the edges of the phone you'd held close to you, charged it every time the battery died even though there wasn't any reason to.
yoongi had noticed the purple under his eyes. noticed the lack of interest therefore in discussing their next attack. noticed the silver iphone in his hand yoongi knew didn't belong to him.
had only told him to focus but jungkook knew he was watching him closely. knew yoongi always knew when things went downhill.
so he'd convinced himself of his next plan. monday would arrive and he'd talk to you.
just a few words. maybe a reassurance that nothing would happen to you. maybe an apology for ruining your first meet by being an ass though he was an innate ass.
anything. anything that would get you talking to him for a few minutes and then he'd leave. never come back because he had promised himself before, that no matter what, he wouldn't be the one to tarnish your picture-perfect life. that he wouldn't be the one to reel you into this mess of a place he had gotten himself into.
just a small taste of the forbidden fruit of a sliver of your time and then he'd set off to his old life and then maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to get a few hours of sleep in his cursed life.
just talk to you one last time.
but what he hadn't braced himself for—even though he'd completely expected it—was that one taste of your time was never going to be enough. that you were like that novocaine and oxy and meth minsyuk tried getting him into, all crystallized together and dissolved into his brain.
that one taste of your lips could never be enough to satisfy his deranged hollow rhythm.
so when you had asked him to leave, with tears on your face and a confession that had made him internally recoil from himself, he had gone back to the stinking alley, entered his apartment, completely ignored yoongi's gaze on him and taehyung's repeated calling of his name and slammed the door to the bathroom.
now he sat on the cold tile and replayed your exact words over and over again till it started sounding like some messed-up poetry you had engraved in his brain.
the door creaked open. privacy was a foreign concept when you lived in a small two-bedroom two-bath with five others.
yoongi stepped inside and jungkook rolled his eyes.
"i'm fine." he sat down next to him and stayed silent. jungkook grew annoyed.
"why the fuck are you here?"
"say that again and i'll put a bullet through that shithole." but there was no real bite in it. for yoongi and almost everyone else, jungkook had been the younger brother. sixteen and seeing the world of dok-sa was not a small deal. he had taught jungkook everything. how to shoot, how to pick locks, how to merge with shadows. every single thing that minsyuk had told him to.
yoongi wasn't surprised all those years ago about minsyuk's newfound obsession with the golden-boy. the kid was skilled. had a natural knack for smart things and was a fast learner. but it had always pained yoongi to know that he had been thrust into this part of the world.
had pained him to know that this young boy with a smart brain and a sharp tongue could have easily become one of the greatest people out there. become normal.
he hated when minsyuk mentioned jungkook as the "heir". sure, he deserved the position, could one day definitely run operations far beyond the dirty streets of texas. but he also deserved so much more than just stained clothes and tainted hands.
so much more than living on time borrowed. so much more than constantly avoiding cops.
jungkook sighed and closed his eyes. yoongi watched him for a few more minutes and then spoke, "what's on your mind, k?" the use of that specific nickname only yoongi called him almost made jungkook tear up.
sometimes he wondered how he would have survived in doksa-pa without yoongi.
he opened his eyes, sniffed, forcing his tears down and shook his head. yoongi stared at him for a few more.
"what's her name?" jungkook's head shot sideways and yoongi raised his hands in mock surrender.
"or his?" a wet laugh erupted out of jungkook's throat and yoongi smiled.
"so? who's it?" jungkook picked at the small thread fraying on the edge of his sleeves, leaning into yoongi's hand that fixed his hair.
"hera." yoongi hummed
"you like her?" jungkook paused. he'd thought about it often, revolving around the question every time his mind was occupied by thoughts of you, which was almost always. but hearing it from someone else hit him differently, yet, no matter who he heard it from, his answer would always be the same. so he nodded and yoongi hummed again, looking forward at the small ventilation on the wall.
"what's the deal?" jungkook slumped against him.
"i scare her." yoongi raised a brow and repeated it to which he nodded. he asked him what he did and jungkook shrugged.
"i did scare her." yoongi didn't need to prod more. he knew this boy better than anyone at doksa pa. and if he knew something with a firm stance, it was jungkook could never hurt or scare anybody without a reason.
he simply couldn't. which was also why yoongi thought that while minsyuk had seen a mob boss in him, or thought him to be just like himself, jungkook would never be minsyuk. could never be minsyuk with his drug addiction and cold threats and lifeless eyes.
jungkook, according to yoongi, would always be the unfortunate boy who fell into a rabbit hole and never found his way back out. he looked at the boy again.
"does she like you?"
"what's it matter if i just scared her away?" yoongi almost flicked his forehead.
"you didn't scare her away jungkook. is she even from texas? what she do?" jungkook sighed and pulled out the silk ribbon from his back pocket that he had collected from your basement before you'd gotten home.
he thumbed it's edge, "she's a tailor. lives in wimberley." yoongi snorted. of course he had to live in san antonio and fall for a woman in wimberley. classic jungkook.
"so you fell in love with a jasmine?" jungkook scoffed.
"what's wrong with that?" yoongi's eyes softened. jungkook was always the boy with tattoos on his arms and his heart on his sleeve.
"nothing. i just refuse to be the genie… though, i bet minsyuk would be a really good jafar." it was supposed to be playful banter but both yoongi and jungkook felt the weight behind the words. it wasn't a joke. if minsyuk found out about you, he'd have a fit. how could jungkook the golden-boy get sloppy because of a girl?
yoongi notice the rigidity in jungkook's posture and his lips pulled into a thin line, "he doesn't have to know, k."
"he cannot." jungkook added.
"he cannot." yoongi agreed. because if you were so so important to jungkook. so important that he was losing sleep over you, that he carried your ribbon in his pocket, that he drove an hour out of their side of the state to meet you, then you were just as important to yoongi himself.
and he'd put his own life on the line if it meant keeping you and him safe. jungkook would forever remain like his younger brother,the only one yoongi gave two fucks about here in doksa. so he ruffled his hair, stood up and walked to the door.
"just make sure you stay safe, yeah? dok-sa only believes in war jungkook, you know how it goes too." jungkook looked at yoongi, eyes bloodshot and nodded slowly. yoongi turned again, hand on the brass knob. paused again.
"oh and whatever you do," his expression grew stern, all the softness disappearing from his face, "don't let mingyu know."
the next time you met jungkook was on thursday.
you'd colored the ends of your hair a deep rich golden and made it your mission to ignore your mother's name that kept flashing on your screen for some reason.
the heat of the sun seeped into your skin and you relished in the warmth of it against your face. one minute away from your reeling brain.
then you'd bumped into his chest.
he'd only looked down with a small smile and a tilt of his head, one hand braced on the building next to you. and just like that, every resolution you had made in the last two days, every wall you'd carefully constructed at three am and every firm explanation you had made in your shower crumbled away and fell somewhere beneath your diaphragm.
"hey." he spoke gently, like he'd finally breathed out after holding it for so long. you blinked. you had expected him to be awkward, the way boys were when you established boundaries. expected him to be a little angry, give you a cold shoulder because you had said yes to that kiss, kissed him back, pulled him tighter and then told him to leave. but he was still looking at you with those soft eyes.
still smiling down at you like you had hung the stars in his sky.
you were fucked. so so fucked.
"hey." you said too, because what else would you say? ask him to stop following you? ask him to get the hell out of your life? he knew and you knew too that you didn't want him to stop coming to you. that you weren't scared of him anymore.
and that was what scared you.
the fact that no amount of reasonable justifications looping in your head, no amount of red on his skin and no threat could overshadow the weight of your name on his tongue, the soft in his eyes when he looked at you and his quiet questions.
he pushed away from the building and handed you a thermos you hadn't noticed before, you raised a brow and he shrugged, mumbled cinnamon and looked away quickly. but you saw the pink in his ears.
"you busy?" you shook your head and continued walking. he fell into steps beside you.
"why?"
"i wanna take you some place." you paused and looked at him. the sun hit him directly in the face and he looked more handsome than ever, and that was saying something.
but you also didn't know him. not more than what he'd shown you and not more than what had already scared you. not more than what you thought of every second of your days now.
you wondered where he disappeared to every two or three days.
you shook your head and watched his shoulders slump in a way that was almost boyish. he stepped closer,
"please." you were about to disagree when he spoke again, in a lower voice.
"can you trust me, hera?" the world seemed to pause around you.
"i know i've scared you." one more step closer. "but can you trust me this once?", and really, you thought, what was it about this boy that made you want to hold him by his shoulders and scream at him that you already did? already trusted him enough to lead you to anywhere in the world.
you were embarrassed. you knew nothing about this man , had spent two encounters with him and both times had left you crying for different reasons, and he was occupying so much of your headspace already.
but then you realized that while he killed a man without mercy, he had done it for not only the betrayal but also the women. women who were drugged and stoned and taken away for sick entertainment, as though they were mere objects.
he had pulled the trigger but asked you to turn around first.
had broken into your house twice but never once broken into your space. had never forced proximity. had broken your glass door and hired someone to fix it. had stepped closer to you and stepped away when you wanted him to. and you knew it was the bare fucking minimum. the bar was so so low, it was almost nonexistent but for somebody who had never had anybody to do the bare minimum, it felt monumental.
people had taken so much from you. your high school friends had taken your riches, taken the advantage of being friends with the girl who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. your boyfriends had taken your beauty, wanting nothing to do with your ambitions and dreams. your parents had taken your being, your freedom to choose, your voice and your will to just be.
at every instance in your life, everybody had taken and taken but never given. expected you to be the quiet good girl, somebody who'd sit tight near dinner tables and be a trophy wife, something your mother had been too. but she hadn't minded it. had told you when you were fourteen that you needed to dress better not for you, but for a potential husband.
at fourteen.
they had taken your choice of dressing, of liking, of merely existing.
and you were exhausted.
tired of living safe. of playing safe. tired of the quiet neighborhood you had thought you wanted long back. now you wanted the thrill.
you wanted the adrenaline in your bloodstream to roar. you wanted to live. and you realized with a sickening thud of your heart that you wanted to live life like he did. experience the throes of it with this man who had never taken, always asked.
so you lifted your chin, watching how he held a glimpse of hope in those brown irises, almost like a child waiting for permission to do something he'd waited for his entire life. and you nodded.
and for the first time in a while, you felt like maybe you didn't have to play it safe in life. maybe life was not about safety. it was about living. and you let yourself have this. let yourself take the hand that he extended towards you, let yourself walk next to this boy, let yourself raise your chin when he stepped forward to buckle the extra helmet he'd brought, like he'd thought this through.
let yourself settle down behind him and lock eyes with him through the mirror.
and before he'd asked, you leaned forward and wrapped your hands around him, settling your cheek against his back.
this boy with soft eyes and a pretty smile.
the ride lasted over an hour and a half, mostly with you clutching his jacket with one hand and the thermos with the other. he drove with practiced fluidity, never going too fast and always slowing down even more so when you let out small squeaks.
at times, when in traffic, you'd meet his eyes in the rearview and catch him looking at you with the same fondness you knew all too well now. he'd look away soon, ears turning this tint of pink that had you giggling at his high school behavior.
you reached then, a small cemented road that looked deserted, grey pavements and weeds growing through cracks in the asphalt. you looked up at him in confusion and he simply smiled, unbuckling the helmet from under your chin and fixing your ruffled hair. a gesture that sent something dipping in your stomach. he tilted his head towards the abandoned mall behind you. Windsor with the W slightly askew.
"you're taking me to an abandoned mall?" he fell into steps beside you, taking your now empty thermos and discarding it into the dusty bin with only three wheels.
"no." you frowned but he didn't offer you an explanation, just smiled sheepishly, vibrating with the frequency of a child about to show his art to you.
you didn't mean to, but you noticed everything about him. the mole beneath his lip that stretched out in a light smile, the way he only ever walked in front of you when he saw a door he needed opened. the way his right hand clenched and unclenched, trembling with restraint when you stepped a little too close. everything catapulted you into a high. flustered and internally grinning.
"jeon? we have been walking since the past five minutes, i refuse to believe a mall can extend that long." he chuckled.
"good things take time, hera." you rolled your eyes, lips pulling into a smile. you walked through rubble, and boxes of monopoly and ludo scattered across the linoleum floor. the pipes within the building croaked every now and then, the multicolor chairs in the food court making you wonder about all the people that sat there, leaving footprints of memories in heavy air.
"i think this is trespassing." you spoke when he turned to another flight of stairs. he grinned.
"it is."
"and you're okay with that?" he shrugged.
"no one's here to stop us, right?"
he didn't make you feel like shit. for being paranoid and anxious. didn't make faces and throw comments about how you should live a little. just reassured you, over and over again, told you there was nobody to stop you both, smiling when you tucked small and pretty figurines lying amidst forgotten carton boxes filled with dust and the scent of constant wearing down, into your pocket.
he had a constant grin on his face, even when he jumped over a raised caged bar that had a STAFF ONLY sign. even as he lead you through a high rise staircase. up. and up. and up. and up. till you finally reached a steel door.
there he stopped and looked down at you, dipping his neck to speak in a faux voice.
"Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet." you snorted. he was so cringe. but as he twisted the iron bar and opened the door, your breath hitched and yeah, the fruit was sweet.
cool draught hit you in the face and you took a step towards the terrace. watching in absolute awe at the hills that extended outwards. the green earth met blue sky, merging with it in a vision so resplendent, you doubted having lived in wimberley all this time.
jungkook walked behind you to one edge of the concrete ledge, raising one leg over it and extending his hand towards you.
"come on." he whispered. you stepped over the ledge and lowered your feet on to the grass, something fond breaking open in your chest.
"why is it built so close to the hill?" he helped you climb up, brushing the mud streak off your cardigan.
"i've heard they were planning on building it inside. like trying to create extensions inside the hill but they weren't sanctioned. so they left it close to the hill, it looks attached from a distance." you lowered yourself next to him where he patted the dewy grass, sliding your feet out of your sandals to feel the warmth of the earth.
"do you come here often?" he smiled.
"yoongi hyung and i found out about this place, but i broke in myself after. wandered through the mall many times and then landed here. i usually come at night, too much work to do in the day." you watched him speak, discarding his jacket next to him and weaving a hand through his hair.
"where…" you cleared your throat, suddenly wondering whether asking this question was going too far.
"go ahead." you looked down at your feet, feeling his gaze crawling on your face.
"where were you? all these days?" he shrugged.
"thought you needed space…so i didn't show up." you looked up at him, hoping he wouldn't see the weight of his presence on your heart in your eyes.
"no work today?" he grinned at you, the light catching on the curls of his lashes making your heart skip a beat.
"i sneaked out. we had a meeting which usually consists of minsyuk trying to motivate us into abusing drugs." your smile dropped a tiny fraction and he caught it, shaking his head.
"no. we don't do it. can't do it. doksa-pa doesn't deal with drugs- at least not in texas. minsyuk...has tried to get us in but we don't agree to it...mingyu is the only one." you nodded.
"mingyu. the one with yoongi in the beginning?" he looked at you surprised, like he hadn't expected you to remember.
"yeah. mingyu is..." he shrugged, "gone. he's just too far gone into our world." you frowned and watched as jungkook took a deep breath like he only now realized the gravity of the situation.
"he hates me. hates everyone in the gang but mostly me, because he is only an year older and he hates how minsyuk looks at me." you don't interrupt.
"mingyu always thought he'd take over one day. saw minsyuk as his father figure." he made a face at the father.
"always wanted to be like him, to hold out operations and make networks and become the mob boss one day. he used to kill people unnecessarily. thought…it'd make minsyuk proud looking at the way he was so ruthless, did drugs and supplied to a few customers who became regulars. minsyuk became proud. he appreciated him. would call him on sundays to his warehouse where they'd sniff coke together." you looked down at the frayed edge of your cardigan, wondering how some people like minsyuk destroyed others. jungkook continued after a moment,
"but minsyuk never saw him as the heir. he called me his "heir" and that is what mingyu hates. he thinks i got minsyuk's attention the easy way." jungkook chuckled, the sound meaning to lighten the situation but sounding heavy and sad. he picked at a blade of grass next to him, thumbing the serrated edge.
"there were times...during our attacks with rivals, bulsa-jo and kal-pa that mingyu had OD'd. that made minsyuk angry, he had almost killed the rest of us by doing that. that's why minsyuk doesn't think of him as capable. mingyu will and can do anything to take me down. the only thing holding him back is yoongi hyung, he is much older than all of us and knows how to handle it. handle him." you huffed out a breath. this was so much more complicated than you thought. something in you broke quietly at his heavy intonation.
for a while you stayed silent, just watching the wind cut through grass. the air heavy with the weight of everything jungkook had revealed about that side of texas people like you had no clue about.
then you felt his eyes roaming over your face and looked at him. he smiled, the sun bouncing off his irises and settling in your chest.
"you dyed your hair." your hands moved instinctively to your ends, smiling in small victory.
"you noticed now?" he shook his head and leaned forward, turning towards you.
"i saw it the moment you left the salon."
"you didn't say anything."
"i wasn't sure i was allowed to." you raised a brow.
"yeah?…and what changed now?" he leaned in closer, fingertips grazing your ends like breath on skin, barely there.
"nothing…i just couldn't hold myself back from telling you how beautiful you look." he tilted his head, eyes roaming all over your face heavily, making heat crawl up your cheeks.
he moved closer, voice dropping an octave.
"golden is you." your teeth found your lips, the action making his eyes dip. his face was suddenly much closer than it was before. so close you could see the shadows his lashes left under the sun's glare. could see the jagged cut on his right brow.
your hand moved of its own accord, thumb brushing the cut in a way that had him fluttering his eyes shut and leaning into your hand.
"what's this?" he smiled soft and whispered.
"i had a fight with han. one of our members." you huffed out a laugh that made him open his eyes.
"you always get into fights, don't you?" he hummed and you both stayed like that for a while, your palm cupping a side of his face while he looked up at you. his hair fluttering in the wind, the curve of his jaw softening imperceptibly, eyes on you with a soft intensity.
"hera?" you hummed questioningly. he kept looking at you, throat working and jaw ticking against your hand.
a few moments passed. then he whispered.
"can i kiss you?" your breath hitched again.
god, that question.
that one question that seemed to roll off his tongue like honey. it was almost unfair, the amount of things he made you feel, this boy, with that one question.
this time you didn't just nod. "yeah." you breathed. his eyes turned darker, pupils dilating and chest falling more rapidly. he lifted his head from your palm, sitting on his knees and crawling over you, hands on both sides on the grass that surrounded you. you leaned back on your palms.
his lips met yours a little more urgent than they'd been the first time. drinking you in deeper and deeper and deeper, tongue brushing against yours with intensity and care equally. his right palm cupped your jaw. then sneaked lower and lower till it wound around your throat, constricting your breath only slightly like even through the heat, he was making sure you were okay with everything he did, giving you space to break away.
you didn't.
instead, you gasped and fell lower, fists holding on to his cotton shirt. he climbed over you, knees pushing at grass and earth on either side of your thighs, other hand threading into your hair as it came to support your head on the grass.
he kissed you like you were made of glass only he was allowed to taint.
you broke away after a few minutes, chest heaving, lungs feeling full and empty at the same time, heart thudding so loud you were sure he could hear it. his forehead dropped to yours, hand on throat retreating, thumb lingering on your pulse before he lifted it to your bottom lip.
"fuck." he breathed out, eyes shutting and thumb padding your lower lip. a flush spread down his throat and he opened it again when he felt your fingers tuck his hair behind his ears.
"jungkook?" he let out a restrained yeah?.
"kiss me." he slammed into you in no time. more teeth. more force. his threads of restraint snapping with each sound he pulled out of you.
the saga continued, breathless and all over the place. three, four, you lost track of how many as time flew. you both kissed like teenagers who had discovered it for the first time. at some point, he eventually pulled you back up and into him, hand combing your hair and tucking your head below his chin and pressing light kisses to your scalp.
and you stayed there. didn't comment on the tears in his eyes, or the fast thud of his heart, or the way he held you so close, like he was scared you'd disappear if he didn't hold on to you tighter.
pressed against his chest clad in black cotton, staring down at the myriad of hills and endless greens around you. watched the sky, blue and bounty and vast and endless, full of possibilities, the same way jungkook made you feel for some reason you yourself couldn't fathom.
you looked up at him and found him already looking at you. no sheepish smiles this time. just a genuine tug of his lips as he observed you like you were poetry he hadn't really made sense of but understood were beautifully stringed nonetheless.
you smiled at each other. the words never passing between you but the grass knew, and the abandoned, old mall behind you two—heavy with the air of memories and life once lived—knew too. the sky knew that this was where you were meant to be. here, with a man who never took, always asked. a man you didn't know a lot about but looked at you like he'd already decided whatever your pasts were, they didn't matter.
you knew that the part of him that hunted, that killed, that was stained would never erase itself. but you also knew that it was part of him, and right then you wanted every part of this boy.
so you stayed.
stayed in the feeling of having reached home finally, after years of treading down paths that felt crooked and curved and never seemed to stop moving.
stayed in this feeling of spring that broke loose after years of freezing winters that had left your heart just a tad bit difficult to thaw.
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