summary - trouble follows Jungkook around like a fatal shadow, but the straw that breaks the camels back is when he steals a car for his step dad. Only, he picked the wrong victim, landing in juvie again, but just not expecting a high paying lawyer to come to his aid. After being bailed out, with the terms of his parole is that he has to live with the lawyer, in the rich valleys of the Gangham district. Where he has to surround himself with rich, privileged kids but when he meets you, a troubled wealthy girl, he begins to rethink whether he wants to leave or not.
pairing - criminal!delinquent!jungkook x rich!troubled!reader
genre - The OC / gossip girl inspired and based on, forbidden love, bad boy turned good, bad boy kind of good girl? Best friends crush, girl next door, strangers to fwb to enemies to lovers
warnings - smut, family trauma, crime, drug and alcohol use, addiction, drug overdoses, misuse of substances, smoking, a little bit of cheating, jealousy, heavy pining, family drama
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l - Bad decisions, good outcomes
From a broken, unloving home Jungkook has been bred to make bad choices, leading to his life of crime. But when he finally picks the wrong person he is back in a holding cell, knowing he had really screwed up this time. But then why is there a lawyer in a fancy suit sat across him?
summary - From a broken, unloving home Jungkook has been bred to make bad choices, leading to his life of crime. But when he finally picks the wrong person he is back in a holding cell, knowing he had really screwed up this time. But then why is there a lawyer in a fancy suit sat across him?
warnings - crime, smoking, shameless flirting, spying, mentions of absent parents, jungkook is inlove at first sight, reader is mysterious, both jungkook and reader smoke, a hyper Taehyung, mentions of all the other members, taehyung x reader, jungkook is really cold and standoffish at first, stealing a car, jail, car chase, privileged people kind of tone deaf but mean well? tattooed and pierced jungkook, mingyu is here! swearing, reader described to have long hair, officer shown to have a kind of bias towards Jungkook,
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The streets of Busan were cold and barren, the unforgiving frost biting into Jungkook's fingertips. His leather jacket wrapped around him tightly, yet the frost would still tight its way in. The phone was pressed up to his ear, the coldness of the glass not helping with the cold he was still yet to get used to. He was nodding mindlessly as he took the words in. "Then go to the house on the end, that's where the car is. I know they usually keep it unlocked, " orders being barked through the phone. His stepdad. He would love to say they had a tight bond, that he earned that title of dad added onto the end, but he knew he would be lying. It was more transactional, but only for his stepdad. Jungkook ordered left and right for any task and he only knew to follow blindly, he hummed tobansqer before cutting off the call. His eyes trained on his friend infornt of him.
"You ready?" Mingu questioned as Jungkook finally settled infront of him, flicking away a cigarette as he smirked up at him. As a silent confirmation Jungkook looked at him in a way of saying 'what do you think?'. Chuckling Mingyu finally turned before pulling out his knife, almost like a choreograph Jungkook turned to scope out the street. Eyes darting left and right, ready to alert Mingyu if needed, and when he heard the glass shatter he knew it was like all the other times. The car alarm blasted loud and angry as Jungkook was about to turn and jump in to make their escape, he saw those unmistakable blue and red lights. Mingyu's name died on his tongue he was frozen eyes watching in worry. But it passed? He leaned over slightly to try and look around the corner to make sure it was gone, before they admitted another crime of stealing the car. He could hear his name being called by Mingyu urgently, he swatted his hand in a way to dismiss him.
He finally let out a breath he didn't know he was holding back, and was beginning to turn around. That was until he saw the police car coking back down the road. Fast. Heading straight for them. "Shit" he scrambled back to hop into the car, as Mingyu was yelling as he started the car, the constant siren of the polivlce indicating they were hot on their trail. Jungkook was yelling and looking back, 'no, no. He couldn't get arrested again', his body was jerking left and right as Mingyu took several sharp turns. He through his head back onto the chair knowing they were caught, eyes closing and cursing in annoyance. That until his ears stopped ringing, no more police sirens, he raises his head.
"Huh? What did I tell you?" he could tell Mingyu was beginning to gloat. "I told you, we would-" his words fell flat as from no where on the side of the car, a collision happened. A police car harshly bashing into them sending them skidding further down th road, their bodies bounce off each other their yells and screams filling thr car before it finally came to a halt. He felt blood trailing down from his eyebrow piercing leaking into his eye slightly. His eyes flickered and looked around reaching out to Mingyu to check up on him. He looked over to Mingyu disorientated but conscious, he let's out a sigh of relief and goes to reach for his door handle.
"Freeze! Hands in the air" he is met with a gun shoved in his face, making eye contact down the barrel of the gun. With a heavy sight he puts up his two hands with a look of defeat, knowing it was over. The officer holds his position on guard infornt of him, he heard the footsteps before he hears his voice. The boots eating the gravel beneath, with the same power and authority Jungkook had grown to recognise. That was before he settles on the side of the guarded officer, hand on his hips settled ontop of his belt. "Jeon. Why am I not surprised?". If Jungkook wasn't fucked before, he definitely was fucked now.
Hours. Hours since they were caught the holding cell was freezing also, although the lights emitted a warm orange hue. And the police keeping the windows open didn't help either. Jungkook and Mingyu was able to sleep in the same cell together, in the morning the chief came to take Mingyu away. But that was hours ago, usually they let Jungkook out in the morning, he had stolen a car before. So what's different about this one? His eyebrows were furrowed and Jungkook was staring silently at the corner as he sat on the floor. BANG! BANG! Jungkook turns his attention to the bars, "Jeon you have a visitor,"
Oh? Well that was new, no one ever visited him when he got in trouble. He grumbled under his breath before pulling himself up, the police handcuff and escort off to the visitors room. As soon as he stepped in he was looking around hoping. Was it his Mum? Has she finally came to her senses? Or had his stepdad reliased the piece of shit he was, and came to apologise. No. None of that. The room was practically empty, void of any souls, the walls painted a soulless, bleak colour of washed out white. The left of the room had a couple sat across from each other. A buff man tattooed head to toe in a orange jumpsuit, the sleeve obviously cut off to accommodate his muscles. And the woman sat across from him, equally as tattooed as him, smiling at him as the talked. Totally not his visitor. To the left was a man sat in the orange jumpsuit, head shaved and a family sat around him, small children jumping up and down as the talk with that raised voice level only kids have. Definitely not for him.
However at the back, was someone, he couldn't see their face as their back was turned. But he could see the long hair cascading down her shoulders and he could see the clothes on her back, that he could immediately tell was expensive. A soft cashmere and tweed, he could tell without even touching it. Her legs underneath the table tucked together with long stiletto heels adoring her feet. And finally at the back of her neck was the clasp of a gold necklace peaking through, he could seem to make out the 750 stamped on rhe back. Indicating of it being italian gold, oh so she was rich rich? So what was she doing here? In a bad neighbourhood in a run down prison. The doors opposite him opened and a prisoner walked in. Tall. Well built. Buff. He also had piercings, just way more than Jungkook, he could tell he was older but maybe only 2 years older. He saw as he was led to the mysterious girl as she stood up infornt of him, greeting each other. The prisoner having warm smile as he looked down at her, he faintly heard her say "Jackson", and that was before they were both escorted to a private room.
Her face never revealed to him once, as the door of the private room slammed. He went on his tip toes and qas cranning his head side to side to try and gain a look at the girl. He then felt a harsh push on his shoulder from the officer behind him, Jungkook looked behind him and the officer nodded forward, pointing with his head. Jungkook looks to the table in the middle of the room and that was his visitor? In the chair facing Jungkook was a older man, he wouldn't say old, he looked considerably young dor his age maybe mid or late 40s to early 50s. He had salt and pepper hair ontop of his head like a crown, his face was soft yet hard at the same time. Dark brown eyes staring back at him. And if Jungkook didn't think it before the 3 piece suit he was wearing was an indicator of his wealth. The suit drowning in a dark blue colour, and a tight tie wrapped around his neck. Jungkook's eyes casted to his side to see his fingers wrapped tightly around a chocolate coloured brief case. So he was a lawyer huh?
Jungkook was led forward harshly and was sat down roughly infornt of the mysterious man, the officer took a step back. "Like you requested Sir," the officer takes a harsh bow, back straight, fingers draught at his side. Jungkook raised his eyebrow, who the hell was this to be making the police chief acting like this, the same chief who runs around acting like he is the end all be all of the whole country. "Thank you" the deep voice cut through the commotion of the room, the voice low but it still held authority. Only a few seconds later of the man's thanks Jungkook mutters "yeah fuck off" as he watches the police chief scurry off from the very doors he was led through.
Jungkook looks back in front of him, his eyes moving frantically feeling do I know you" he questioned as he placed his hands, still in handcuffs, infornt of him. A few seconds passes "you look different from your mugshots" the man said seemingly out of nowhere to Jungkook. "Well they allowed me to keep my piercings in those, once I am in here they take it all of me," he explains back understanding that if he had his old haircut from the neck up he would look the same when he was younger. The man chuckle slightly, "well that is what happens when you are in jail" he said a little to cockly for Jungkook's liking. "I'm sorry, did you want something?" he shot back sassily. They held eye contact before the man started "well I am a lawyer Kim Do Woon and I have heard about your case and wanted to give my services" Oh? "So a charity case" he fired back not hiding his distaste.
“Well I am going to be your lawyer for free, but it’s your choice to see it as a charity case. I just believe if you had better circumstances you would stop this life of crime.” Jungkook’s head snapped to look at him directly, the anger evident on his face. How dare he? It might be true, but how can he make such a vast assumption just from a stupid police file? His eyebrows are furrowed deeply and he opens his mouth to speak probably a quick wit comeback until Do woon interrupts him, “I met with a judge this morning to talk about your case, they set your bail at $50,000,” Do woon states with his hands reaching to open his briefcase, “why is it so high, it’s never been that high” Jungkook manages to stutter out. In response a paper is placed infront of him, “it seems like the car you stole was from quite a wealthy man” he explains while shuffling through a file. His eyes scan the paper it explains what he and Mingyu had done last night, where, the minor injuries they had required from it, but no mention of the victim?
“Why isn’t he named?” Do woon head looks up from the file, eyebrow raised not expecting that question “ I am expecting he is that important that he can ask for his name to not be mentioned in a file that people can easily access. This should show you how much you screwed up picking that exact car last night” Jungkook nods lips pursed, him already knowing the deep shit he has landed himself into. “Enough about that though, I can for your case. Do you have the funds to pay for your bail or any family, friends?” Do woon questions Jungkook, only to be met with a disappointed shake of the head. Do woon sighs heavily almost expecting that kind of answer, suddenly he grabs the paper shoving it into the file and back into his briefcase, and shuts it. Jungkook looks at him startled at the sudden actions and looks into his eyes to see the determined look in Do woon’s eyes.
“I’ll see what I can do to get you out of here” and with a curt nod Do woon walks off, and is off. And Jungkook is sat there confused, still stuck in jail and seemingly a lawyer who came here to just chat? He shakes his head as he feels the presence of the officer behind him as he is pulled up again and escorted back to his cell. Before he is fully out, he looks back to the room that the mystery woman and prisoner disappeared into, and just as he was fully out he saw the door open. He tries to drag his feet a little bit to finally see her face but the officer not having any of it, uses more force to drag him out.
And no surprise to Jungkook he was left there until that night, he wasn't surprised that a fancy lawyer didn't actually live up to his word. Maybe he thought that was his good deed for the day to talk to a delinquent from a bad neighbourhood. The door of his cell swings open and with Jungkook sat on the floor he is met with the sight of heavy black boots he looked up to be met with the smiling face of the annoying police chief. "Its your lucky day Jeon, get up," he snarls down at him and holds back the door for Jungkook to walk through. Jungkook slowly gets up and and walks out the cell. The confusion was evident on his face as he was led down the hall, he was led to the front desk. A box filled with his piercings and possessions on him were shoved in his hands, as he was putting back in his piercing in his eyebrow, he saw that damn briefcase again.
He grabs the rest of his possessions and turns to see Do woon smiling at him, and Jungkook had to say he was pleasantly surprised as Do woon led him out the station his hands buried in his thick coat, Canada goose, Jungkook could bet he had never felt the cold like he had. “So does this mean I am debted to you now?” He is only met with Do woon’s lips slightly parted in confusion so he continues, “well I know my family nor friends paid the money, or the court would just let me out in good faith. So like I said does this mean I owe you now,” Jungkook is only met with silence his shoulders slightly shake with the cold waiting for the answer, “well Jungkook I really did mean it when I said I wanted to help you, so yes I did pay your bail. However, one of the point of contention of your bail is that your parents have failed to keep you out of trouble so you couldn’t be allowed back into their custody.” Do woon continues “so I volunteered to house you with my family, to further help you properly,”
“You did what?” His voice cuts through the air like a knife, “I don’t even know you enough, you don’t even know me enough” Jungkook tries to reason with him, not reliasing why he is so hell bent on helping so heavily. But Do woon’s unwavered just nods back, “well I am 47 years old I live with my wife and my wife who is a architect and my son, Taehyung who is in fact the same age as you. We live in the outskirts of Gangnam in a gated community,” he regurgitates information at him. Jungkook so overwhelmed with this act of kindness but being told this man’s life story has his mind working over time. “Why are you so hellbent on helping me?” that is the only thing Jungkook is able to get out.
Do woon opens his mouth then closes it again, he could see him trying to search for the right words. “I wasn’t born into this life Jungkook, I yes had a slightly better situation than you but I only got here because someone took a chance on me. The right person. And I was ready to change my life and I took that chance. So my question is are you?” He stares back at Jungkook as Jungkook stares back in return not expecting this words. His lips prune up as he looks around, deep in thought as he allows Do woon’s question to hang in the air.
He weighs is options; go home and probably be back here in a matter of a week or go with the man that has a career and seems to be well respected. “And everyone knows you right? The judge and officers know I am going with you right?” It’s obvious he is questioning it for his safety. Do woon chuckles lightly before curtly nodding, Jungkook sighs in defeat before nodding; answering to his previous question. They then both climb into his car and is then zooming down the streets. Jungkook looks out the window as the minutes quickly past he begins to see the streets become cleaner, higher infrastructure. By an almost 50 minutes later they drive up to a gate. It was a gold painted gate with crests settled in the middle of it, Do woon slightly leans out the car to sign onto the keypad before the gates open ceremoniously.
In shock, and marvel he looks as they drive into the neighbourhood and is met with houses so big Jungkook would only associate it with being the size of a supermall. Houses reaching 4 stories high, stretching across their own large pieces of land. Until, they slow down near the back of the estate and drive up a long, winding up driveway. And Jungkook could notice it’s one of the biggest houses, even compared to the houses he had seen from earlier in the neighbourhood. The house painted a very light, yet welcoming peach and beige. Balconies on the top and thirds floor with high pillars on the sides of the house, with large windows adoring each of the rooms to gain an insight into the marvellous house. Or rather mansion. Do woon begins to climb out and Jungkook gets the hint to climb out as well and slam the door behind him.
They walk up to the door probably 8 feet of strong oak wood, Do woon twists the door. And the light of warm orange envelopes them immediately, the interior of Tuscan furniture greeting him. As Do woon guides him through the foyer and past the open kitchen, and after going up an elevator they had reached the last floor. On the first door on the right, Do woon opens the door for Jungkook to see inside. The walls were paintied with a muted white, a massive king sized bed sat in the middle of the room, rested against the back wall. A TV the same length as the bed sat on the wall infront of the bed, until Do woon cuts into Jungkook taking it all in. “They did try and clean it up before, as no one has slept here in a while, hope sits fine. The door at the back leads to the walk in closet and the other door adjoins to Taehyung’s room. But I will talk to him about not using it, and the door that’s on this side of the wall is both your bathroom and shower.” Jungkook nods not really listening, having to try and to take in the sheer wealth infront of him, before him manages to scamper out a quick “thank you,”
Do woon smiles warmly back before they travel back down stairs to the main kitchen, Jungkook settles onto a stool infront of the massive kitchen island. “So we can go back tomorrow to get your belongings from home-” Do woon is quickly cut off. “That’s not necessary,” Do woon’s eyebrow perched up as Jungkook continues, “I have everything I need right here,” he reaches for his pocket to drop some belongings on the island. Do woon Lena’s forward to look; a small photo, a wallet, cigarettes, a black lighter, and loose change. Though he doesn’t look convinced he quickly drops it before nodding as a sign that Jungkook can put it back in his pocket. Do woon slides over a plate to Jungkook of a sandwich, Jungkook eyes it suspiciously before looking up at him. With a reassuring nod Jungkook cautiously grabs it before taking a bite, with a sound of approval he begins to eat it feverishly.
Do woon watches in amusement, happy he is eating something. SLAM! His head snaps up to look in the direction of the door, Jungkook momentarily stops eating due to the sound, “that must be my wife and son back home, continue eating,” he reassures him before he walks passed him to the door. Jungkook hears some talking before he hears loud heels clicking, he looks over his shoulder to be met with a sight. There stood a middle aged woman with cascading black hair down her back, sharp features etched into her face. Even with heels Jungkook could tell she stood tall even with out them, her arms were wrapped with expensive bracelets with beautiful jewels. A brown Birkin bag rests in the crook of her arm and a blinding huge rock say heavy on her finger. “Jungkook this is my wife, Kim Bora” he could hear Do woon’s voice in the background but all he could feel were her eyes assessing him. Quick. Intentional.
“You were being serious, huh?” was the first words to leave her mouth as she addressed her husband, Jungkook knew it was about his presence. However, Do woon’s moves swiftly on by clearing his throat and starts speaking again “and my son-“ He is suddenly cut off by floppy brown hai coming into his view “I’m Taehyung, nice to meet you” he could hear the glee in his voice, he stood just, if not taller, than Do woon. But his face was the perfect mix of both parents , both mostly the sharp features of his father. After that everything moves so quickly, Taehyung sits on the stool next to him attacking him with questions. But they fell on deaf ears as all he could see was Doo woon and Bora stepping out, he could faintly hear the conversation.
“Why is he here, I thought you were kidding,”
Why would I do that. Look he needs help”
“I understand but-“
“Hello, Jungkook” his name being called makes him snap out of it and be present where he is now. He turns around to see Taehyung waving a hand infront of his face, Jungkook smiles softly in a way to say sorry. “I was saying do you know how long you are staying with us?” Taehyung questions, looking at Jungkook, “it’ll be cool if you stayed for a while I’ve never had anyone to really hang out with . Nevermind a cool person like yu” he continues. Jungkook nods, “I don’t know, I haven’t discussed that aspect properly yet” he states hoping that was enough. “You are so cool, getting into a car chase and staying in prison, I could never do it,” Taehyung states and yet he know he had no ill intention the comment makes Jungkook guarded.
“I think I need to go out to talk a breather,” Jungkook says quickly before setting his sights on the door in the kitchen. Before Taheyung can properly answer Jungkook is off and slipping out the back door into the night. Jungkook sighs as he walks down the path to be out on the road of the neighbourhood outside the driveway. H looks to now see the 2 cars parked next to each other both having a sleek black. He sighs, all those questions form Taheyung made him aware of and how much his future was really not promised. He fumbled around the reach for his cigarette and lights it up, he breathes up the smoke into the sky. He looks up at it to see it dancing away into the air. He’s lost in his own world questioning how his life could look now.
He hears faint clacking of heels against pavement, he turns around to look at the neighbouring house to see you. Your arms were wrapped around you tightly, and as looked at you more he could see why, your legs were bare and only a miniskirt adoring your bottom half with high heels on your feet. A dainty mini bag perched on you me shoulder as he saw you looking down before reaching into your bag and pulling out cigarettes. He continues to watch you as you fumble around in your bag again as he sees you growing more and more frustrated. And before he can stop himself he feels himself walking towards you with his cigarette still perched on his mouth.
You continue to rummage through your bad cursing at yourself quietly as the unlit cigarette is in your fingers. CLINK! The sound you had grown to know made you look up to be met with him. Big eyes staring back at you, eyebrows slightly raised with a heavy piercing etched onto the left one. You smile slightly before leaning forward your cigarette landing right into his flame. His eyes stay trained on you. And your eyes stay trained on him in return. As the small spark lights you lean back to inhale, your head goes back to exhale. Jungkook watches you in wonder as the smoke surrounds you like a blanket, creating a sense of aura around you. You see his tongue swipe over his red lips for your to notice the several lip piercings. Oh?
“Who are you?”
“Who ever you want me to be,” silence falls over you guys are you just stare back at each other. The little cigarettes crack under the night sky before you smile a little bit taking him all in. Head to toe. Jungkook feels you looking at him, but not in the same judgy way Bora previously had, already knowing he’s not from here. From your world. No. You are admiring him, consuming him. Bold . And Jungkook likes it. A beep of a car horn knocks both of you out of your haze and you both look towards the noise. A low Mercedes Benz with blacked out windows sat on the street. You take one last hit of the cigarette before flicking it onto the ground. “Looks like my ride is here,” you stamp it out on the floor, before slowly walking away.
Before walking too far away you turn back slightly, in a way to look over your shoulder. You utter the words “see you mystery boy” he both sees and hears the smirk in your words. The words light and flirty. All he can do is stare at you hopping into the car and the car quickly zooming down the street. Jungkook is left there with his still lit cigarette in his hands on the side. The sound and feeling of burning fabric snaps him out of it again, as he puts the cigarette back up he sees his cargos with a small burn. He curses under his breath and swats at the spot. He may had damaged one of his favourite pair, but one think was for sure, he had now left with needing to know this mystery girl.
And if he wanted to leave, he sure as hell couldn’t now.
Hellow! Hoseok one shot. Husband wife trope. Age gap..maybe.. and.. idk rich hoseok (no idol pls) whose wife runs a book/flower shop which loses 50k every month?🤭
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warnings - age gap (reader 25, Hoseok is mid thirties),Hoseok loves her so much, sickly inlove, couple still in the honeymoon phase, Hoseok uses his money to help reader without her knowing, alluded to smut/intimacy,reader is not financially smart, reader loses alot of money
The streets of Gangnam were empty in the early hours into the night, the streetlights beginning to creep out its shades. Hoseok's hand was wrapped tightly around the wheel, his lap spread in a layed back manner. The sleek car rushes down the sleek streets, his eyes focused ahead with only one destination in mind. You. He knows you had been having a hard time with the shop, the shop you had just opened almost a year ago. He remembers the twinkle in your eyes when you were being shown around it by the agent. He rhink about that look on your face regularly.
Of how beautiful you looked.
It makes him reminisce about how you guys met. How your parents were planning on selling dome land to him, and there you were. Tucked away in the corner, with his interest piqued he had later questioned about you. That's how he learned of you coming home from college on holiday, to find your parents selling land that had been in your generations, and for the life of you, you couldn't just understand why. Although you gave him the cold shoulder in a matter of one year, you had a heavy rock on your ring finger. And on tour wedding day he promised to take care of you and he meant that.
Truly
Even if that meant going through hundreds of apartments to find the one you truly loved, he was right behind you with his black card ready. Or buying you a shop in the middle of the city once he saw you were getting bored around the house. He remembered you once telling him about your passion of gardening, but most important flowers. And how you loved to plant them and watched them grow into something beautiful, knowing you did that. So once he had bought that new shop and surprised you ln you anniversary, it was safe to say you were ecstatic. If the look on your face didn't show that, what you did to him all night surely did.
But you were never really a sales woman. The passion was there but the technique of selling, definitely wasn't. And that's how he had arrived to pick you up after you were supposed to have closed up. Instead he saw the lights still on amd you slumped over the front desk crying. His eyebrows hunched forward in both clncern and curiosity, what had happened? He gently knocked on the glass to get your attention, you face rose tear soaked cheeks and red eyes. You slowly went to open it and once he was inside and locked it behind him.
He attacked you with questions but gently, with him pulling your head on his shoulder.
"Were you robbed?"
"Was it a rude customer?"
"Were you tired?"
The questions were bouncing off inside your head, overwhelmed you shook your head and pushed a piece of paper into his hand. With the other one still around you, he took it and read it, it looked like your financial statement for the business. He immediately assumed it was happy tears, had you finally seen how good your business was? How the small problem at the start of sales was only temporary? That was until he was the negative cash flow. Of worth $50,000. His eyes widened un shock, he knew there was some problems, but gosh. He didn't even know you could spend that much money on spending flowers.
But quickly recovering from the shock knowing you were watching him, he looked up to be met with such sad eyes. "Baby its okay, every business starts out slow" he knew ge was lying that no business should be losing that much. That fast. But this was about comforting you. But you saw right through it, you shook your head "but that much? And with the lack of sales each day, maybe I should quit while I see the signs." Ypu say as you wipe your cheeks, but Hoseok was having none of that.
"No, no, no. You love flowers, you love running this shop. And what do I say about running a business," your face now in his hands as he stares at you. "It always works out if you enjoy it" you recite, as Hoseok sniles back at you and puts your head back into his chest, as he soothes you. That night he took care of you running you a bath, spending in bed with you and watching your favourite movie as you fell asleep in each others arms. He knew that statement had upset you, and he knew just the thing to do.
Hoseok was hunched over his desk as ge looked through files, the sunlight from the tall windows seep into the room. He knock kn the door snaps him put of it he looks up to see his secretary. "Mrs Jung is here to see you Sir" he nods giving the greenlight for you to be sent up. A few moments pass until he hears the excited clicking of heels coming straight to his office, the door swings open and a smile is already on his face. You skip over to him and settle on his lap, as his arms envelope you in an warm embrace. "Guess what" you voice light with flirtation "What?" He plays along.
"I just was 3 major companies want to order from the store to use for their latest campaigns in their stores. Nationwide!" your voice drips with excitement, and Hoseok has the biggest smile on his face. Showing his beautiful heart hspaed smile you love so much, "see didn't I day it would get better" he lightly teases. You laugh slightly before gently kissing him. He kisses you back in an instant showing the joy he had for you in that moment.
His eyes slightly open into the kiss as he looks to his desk, a stack of papers sitting there. The papers detailing how he had negotiated with the biggest companies to use a flower shop he highly recommended, in exchange of his investment and advertisements. He knew this was caused by him, but why ruin your big moment? He discreetly flips it over and under another pile, before gently swiveling his chair to the other side. All that matters is that you were happy and didn't feel like a failure anymore right? Atleast that's what he tells himself as he tries to mask his guilt with your soft lips.
summary - after years of torment your twin brother is driven to kill himself, left with the trauma of witnessing that both you and your family spiral. Wracked with both trauma and grief your parents fall in the jaws of a cult. Now trapped in this cult and your parents now brainwashed, you have to find a way to adapt and survive.
genre - very dark content. My first time writing dark content / dead dove do not eat. Based on the k drama - Save Me
themes - su!cide, cult, creepy cult leader, abuse of power, mental health struggles, brainwashing, dub con, manipulation, power imbalance, smut, gore-ish, very dark, morally grey characters,
