#❛ ☆ ch. jaebum bang

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you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you. (jaysora)

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          Conhecia até mesmo aquele tom de voz. Conhecia porque sabia a forma como Sora lidava com seus momentos de frustração. Conhecia porque a convivência vinha se tornando cada vez mais comum, por motivos óbvios, e aos poucos Jaebum ia descobrindo traços da personalidade alheia que se tornavam reconhecíveis há metros de distância e assim compreendeu imediatamente a repreensão que vinha por trás daquela frase tão condescendente. Não se importava com muitas coisas, não dava razão para críticas ou para as implicâncias de Sora, mesmo porque tinha consciência de que elas eram exageradas e propositais, no entanto, naquele momento, ele se sentiu esquentar em uma onda de raiva que pareceu tomar conta de sua personalidade em um súbito.          Foi com cautela que deixou Hana brincando no tapetinho próprio, se levantando sem pressa e ainda direcionando um sorriso para a pequenina antes de se virar por completo para Sora. A aproximação foi quase brusca, mas palavras vieram baixas, claramente dominadas por um nervosismo que lhe era raro demais. “—— Listen up,” Falou entredentes, erguendo o polegar como gesto inconsciente. Era deveras mais alto que a outra, então a olhava de baixo para cima, porque a aproximação era proposital para intimidá-la. “—— You can say any shit you want, about any shit I do, but not when it comes to her.” Apontou para a pequenina agora. Jaebum fazia questão de deixar sua voz baixa para que não assustasse a criança. “—— You wanna shittalk me? Go ahead, that’s all you fucking do, but don’t you dare saying I can’t take care of her. Don’t dare say this shit again, Sora. I fucking mean it.” Sentia até mesmo o rosto queimar naquela irritabilidade característica. O americano era, sim, um tanto quanto irresponsável, mas somente ele sabia o tanto de amor que tinha pelo bebê que parecia tão distante de toda aquela realidade.

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Touch

Summary: Jaebum knew what you meant to him from the first time he saw you. That didn’t stop him from wanting to touch you to confirm you as his soulmate. Though touching you made him lose you from his life. Would he find you again?

Pairing: Im Jaebum x reader (ft. Park Jinyoung)

Genre: soulmate au / angst / romance

Warnings: Doctor Park apparently cannot help himself and reappears >_> (none)

A/N: So here it is, the long awaited, final spinoff to the Destined world. When I introduced Officer Im in To Love You, a lot of you wanted to know more about his journey with his soulmate. I dubbed her Kat in that story, which makes this special because I’ve written this story for my wonderful friend @listlessmaenads‘s birthday… I’m sorry it took so long, but I hope it is worth the wait.

Word count: 7408

This is part of the Destined world. You can read this without the knowledge of the series, but to tie it altogether, I recommend reading the others in the series linked below.

Destined series: Destined // To Love You // Forever 

It was ironic. Everyone would always talk about when you met your soulmate. There was hardly any discussion of what would happen after, outside of the typical happily ever after scenario.

Because you were meant to be with your destined partner forever.

Perhaps the lack of information was why Jaebum struggled now. There was nothing to tell him what to do without you. Sure, he wasn’t completely naïve. There were people who met their soulmates and lost them through accidents or poor health. That was just life. At least then, the remaining partner is left with a final answer. Your soulmate wouldn’t come back to life and you would continue in this world in the best way you saw fit.

But you hadn’t died. You were still out there somewhere.

That was why he struggled. How was Jaebum meant to go on without you in his world, when you had so easily become everything he lived for?

“Y/N, don’t go over there!” a voice called out sternly and Jaebum stared at you on the other side of the fence to the kindergarten play yard, your own eyes desperate to see why everyone behind him sounded so happy. This wasn’t your first time standing there watching as all the children played together energetically. Sometimes you would cry, begging the adult who would come to collect you that you wanted to play too. You were always dragged away, screaming and kicking until you were no longer within his sight.

And each time Jaebum would come over to the fence, wishing he had some way to break you free from your confines and help sneak you into the playground.

He couldn’t play when he saw you looking so miserable.

Over the weeks, he had learned a little more about you. If he was quick enough to reach you before the adults did, he would talk to you or offer you gifts. He once gave you his favourite rock that he had been carrying around in his pocket ever since he found it. And in return, you gave him one of your cat-themed hair clips with a smile.

“Keep it safe for me,” you instructed as you slipped it through the fence and tossed it into his open palms, smiling brightly. “One day, I’ll come in there and then I’ll take it back, okay?”

You never did make it into the kindergarten grounds, but when Jaebum started his third year of school, he recognised you immediately as you walked into his classroom. And as your eyes nervously scanned the faces within the room, when you settled on his, you smiled.

Jaebum grinned back at you and that was the start of your budding friendship.

“So you can’t come to my birthday party?” he asked sadly, and you didn’t respond, lowering your head instead. Jaebum didn’t like when your long hair fell like a veil over your face and he instinctively reached out to shift it aside, but you were faster, scooting away from his touch and blinking back your emotions rapidly.

He winced and tried to cheer you up. “It’s okay. I could bring you some birthday cake to school.”

“You would do that for me?” you asked, staring back at him wide-eyed.

“Of course!”

“Why?”

Jaebum frowned. “Because we’re friends.”

A small smile crossed your lips and you repeated the word several times over, liking the sound of it rolling off your tongue. “We’re really friends, right?”

“I just said we are.”

“One day, when I ask you to, would you help your friend escape?” you asked earnestly and despite his age, Jaebum knew you were serious about it. He watched as you pleaded with him silently, your eyes begging him to agree.

He nodded, smiling at you. “I’ll do anything to help you, Y/N.”

Over the years, Jaebum realised that your family weren’t mean people as he once believed of them to be; rather you were from the richest family in this town. It meant that you were treated like a prized possession and subsequently denied the same experiences Jaebum had in fear you would be tarnished in some way. He was actually surprised you weren’t home-schooled with how strict your family were about everything when it came to you. Every day you were chaperoned to and from school, with zero time after the end of the school day to hang out with friends. It made it hard for you to keep up with the happenings of the people around you and eventually, led to you shutting off from attempting to remain on friendly terms with most of your classmates.

Except with Jaebum, of course.

You rolled your eyes dramatically. “Don’t you have something better to do?”

“No, I think annoying you will suffice.”

You couldn’t hide the small smile that graced your lips, though you moved away from him when he tried to flick a crumb from your lunch off your uniform. Some things had never changed. From the first time Jaebum met you as a child, to now as middle-schoolers, not once had you actually touched him. Or anyone for that matter. You had an exemption from team projects and had successfully avoided physical connection with anyone. He had asked you about it once, and you had mentioned you would be in grave trouble if your parents ever found out you had allowed yourself to touch another human.

“But why? Are they scared you’ll meet your soulmate and run away?” he had joked but the sincerity in your expression made Jaebum realise that was exactly it.

Now and then, he wanted to test the barrier between you. Surely, you couldn’t spend the rest of your life not touching another person. And so, as usual, whenever Jaebum found you alone in the library, he leaned in closer to you, the lack of space not allowing you to move away.

“Jaebum,” you warned as he stared at you, his eyes falling captive with soaking you in.

Just as he had done as a child, his own habit of getting lost staring at you hadn’t changed once. He could do this all day long. In fact, his grades last year had suffered from his inability to stop staring at you.

You let out a huff of air. “Jaebum, you’re doing it again.”

“Does it bother you?” he murmured and you blinked a couple of times, chewing on your lip in thought. He leaned in even closer and for a moment, he actually thought your bodies might brush up against each other with the close proximity he now held. It made him anxious, as if every cell within his body was on high alert. Jaebum never knew why he was so fascinated with the idea of being the first person you reached out for, but it was a goal all the same. He yearned to hold your hand and let you know it was safe to do so.

Reality knocked on you both, or in this case rang, the end of lunch bell signalled the afternoon classes were about to begin. He leapt back in fright, whining when he smacked his leg into the side of the table you were both seated at. You seemed just as afflicted as he was with his pain before giggling lightly. “Serves you right.”

“Don’t laugh at my pain.”

“Why not? You were pushing the boundaries.”

Jaebum stared at you. “Do you plan on never touching anyone?”

You didn’t reply, avoiding his gaze. Jaebum stepped into your view, walking backwards towards your classroom. You held out a hand towards him and shook it. “Move before you fall.”

“Why, if I trip, will you just let me fall?”

“What is wrong with you today? Can’t you respect my wishes?”

A wry smile crossed his lips. “Are they really yours?”

“Jaebum, come on, stop it.”

“I’m doing nothing wrong!”

You attempted to step around him and he sidestepped to block your escape, his chuckle outdoing your grumble. You glared at him. “You’re not funny.”

“Not trying to be.”

“Why does it matter so much if you touch me or not?!” you asked exasperatedly and he stopped moving altogether, your stop unstable as not to bang into him. You teetered on your heels, eyes wide with your lack of balance.

Jaebum put his arms out to catch you before you fell, though you staggered back, avoiding his offer and instead heavily banged into the wall beside you. He groaned as if he felt the pain himself.

Neither of you spoke for a minute, both staring at each other as the emotions flooded you. He could see how bothered you were, but fear outweighed your annoyance. He was surprised and hurt by your avoidance, and his chest felt restricted from your open rejection.

It was more painful this time around. Especially since he knew what you were to him. Jaebum was certain of it.

Collecting himself, he shrugged and turned on his heel, stalking away from you. “Jaebum!”

“Don’t bother, maybe I’m wrong.”

It was the longest period of time since you had re-entered his world that Jaebum had gone without talking to you. Part of him felt it was petty, and it probably was. He had respected your wishes for so many years now, so why could he no longer accept it? He didn’t want to admit it mattered to him whether you let him touch you or not. Because it did mean something. When you were in pain, and he experienced a similar sensation at the same time had been enough to start cementing the idea in his mind. Some nights, Jaebum would lay upon his bed and think back to the very start, of when he would rush over to the kindergarten fence to greet you. He had no real reason to. He hadn’t ever been a curious child; he just went with the flow and did what the majority of his peers would. And none of them came over to see who you were.

Just him.

He had been fascinated with you for years.

Fascination had its limitations without further knowledge though and Jaebum was frustrated. It irked him that you would openly avoid him, the one constant in your world. If he didn’t know how much you cherished his friendship just by gazing into your eyes to see the warmth they held for him, he would have given up by now. Just like everyone else had. You were too closed off from the world for most people to handle.

And even if, to him, you felt like an open book some days, Jaebum was starting to realise he had limited access to how you truly felt. It hurt more than it should and that was the real reason he hadn’t spoken to you in three weeks. He was embarrassed that he had given you every part of himself and received little in return.

That was why he ignored your calls out to him, bowing his head low to avoid you seeing his emotions rise on his face as he did so. It pained him to witness the sadness in your eyes, and if he didn’t see it, the ache in his chest wouldn’t get any larger than it already was. There was no real winner in this situation, your misery, whether he saw it or not, would cast over his world like a gloomy day took away the sunshine.

But Jaebum was learning about his pride. He needed to stand up for himself before he fell at your feet completely.

For another week, Jaebum managed to avoid you until you confronted him finally, not letting him pass you by. “Are you really sulking over this?”

He didn’t reply, merely jutting out his jaw in petulance, annoyance rising in his chest at your term. Jaebum didn’t see it as sulking, he had a right to be offended, hurt by your lack of trust in him.

As if you read his thoughts, you leaned down so you could catch his gaze, softening your expression a little. He couldn’t help but stare back at you greedily. Had he really not looked at you over the last month? You didn’t look as bright as you once did and his chest ached heavily.

“I trust you with my entire life, Im Jaebum.”

Glancing up properly, he swallowed roughly back the multitude of feelings that rushed to the surface from your sentence. Jaebum wasn’t ready to smile and give in to your whims, even if he wanted to. It was hard to force back the immediate elation, to challenge you instead. Yet he managed to shrug, seemingly nonchalant. “Sure you do.”

“You don’t believe me?” you asked, half-whispered, and he had to close his eyes before your first tear rolled down your cheeks. “You’re the only person in my life that I know I want to be around forever.”

He couldn’t answer this time, not because of annoyance, but the lump in his throat from hearing your shaky voice had rendered him unable to. You seemed to notice this and coughed back the rest of your emotions, clearing your throat before continuing.

“I think you’re my soulmate too.”

Your announcement rocked Jaebum’s world and for a moment he was stunned, before he propelled himself forward, eager to find out if you truly were. Touch was all that was left on his list to cement your connection and it still eluded him as you took a step back, heaving a little with his sudden approach. You shot him a smile. “I know we’re soulmates, Jaebum. Which is why I need you to trust in me. Give me some time to figure out how to deal with the impending consequences of when I let you touch me.”

“What consequences?”

For a moment you didn’t respond, though your cheeks had flared up with colour. Whatever you were imagining now had him uneasy, kicking the toe of his shoe slowly across the tile of the floor. He started to think of what would happen after connection and his boyish fantasies of kissing you flooded to the forefront of his mind. His face felt hot now. “Oh, uh… oh.”

You giggled and nodded slowly. “I don’t think holding your hand would be the best thing for me to do right now. Even though I want to. Because I think if I did, I wouldn’t be able to let go. And with how my family is…”

You stopped for a moment, the wash of concern erasing your happiness. After chewing your wobbly lip for a moment, you braved him a watery smile. “I just don’t want them to take me away from you.”

Jaebum knew he would wait for as long as he had to now. You were right, even if he craved it like no other, physical connection wasn’t needed to confirm what his heart and mind already had.

You were his already.

With the promise of adulthood almost around the corner, your relationship shifted dramatically. Surprisingly, neither of you had succumbed to teenage desires, though there definitely had been some close calls. Perhaps it was due to your extremely limited access to the outside world still, with school being your only escape from your home on the hill. Jaebum had exclaimed that it should be a crime to keep someone captive when there was so much to see and experience. And whilst you would always joke about being a princess locked in your tower, Jaebum was never able to become a knight in shining armour for you.

Until one afternoon.

“What did you just say?” he uttered, eyes blown wide at your suggestion.

Your recklessness was evident in your gaze, and you stifled a giggle. “Let’s go now.”

“Where, to Art class? That’s where-”

“No.” You shook your head, stepping closer to him and halting his ability to breathe. “I want to go somewhere other than classes. Let’s ditch the afternoon.”

“Are you the Y/N I’ve known for years now or did something possess you?” he wondered and you rolled your eyes, stalking down the hallway towards the exit. Jaebum jogged to catch up to you, fingering his car keys within his pocket. Being at school without you there didn’t appeal to him anyway.

However, he stopped once you were both standing by his car, looking at you hesitantly. Why was he so nervous? It wasn’t as if you were two delinquents who did this often. Nor was he some honour roll student who followed the school rules like some mantra. No, he was just a regular student who could make exceptions for you.

“Open the car, Jae.”

He wanted to ask you if you knew the implications of what was about to occur. As he unlocked the doors and climbed inside, he knew this wasn’t some spur of the moment rebellion. You had clearly been planning this. Jaebum had just been blind to what occupied your thoughts for some time.

Any hesitation evaporated as soon as he ignited the engine and pulled out of the school lot.

Jaebum took you to the beach.

If there had been one place he wanted to take you to first, this was it. The weather wasn’t all that warm, which meant there was no one else around. You smiled before you stepped out onto the sand, soon dancing through the dunes and over to the water. You played together as children would, frolicking around and kicking water at each other. Your laughter was swept away with the wind and soon the air was sending a chill down each of your backs. Still, you remained at the beach, now walking side by side along the edge of the water in silence.

Words weren’t needed right now. It was the first time he had ever been alone with you. No fellow students, teachers, parents, it was as if this endless beach belonged to you both. The waves crashed and rolled in closer to you both, a threat lingering further out at sea. The impending consequence on the horizon. It was too far out for it to be a sole focus now, up here where the waves were gentler. And without any warning, he felt it.

Your hand slipped into his effortlessly, as if it was made to fit seamlessly against his. He held it instantly, feeling more purpose within that action than anything else in his life. The shy smile that crossed your lips spread his own out wide.

And by the time you were heading back to his car, lips on lips were all you and he could think of.

“We should go before we do something more.”

“We should do it all today,” you refuted, your gaze flitting from his eyes to his mouth for the umpteenth time. Jaebum’s followed suit, wondering if you would taste as good as your cherry lips looked.

“Is there something I should know about? Some magical clock ticking over our heads rushing us? Will you be locked away for good after this?”

He shouldn’t have joked about it and when you laughed and shook your head in response, it was careless of you not to consider that there was another hand in this relationship. Already suffocating out the air that had started to overflow on this day.

Still, the focus was there. Why were you so eager to kiss him? Just holding your hand had every sense alive within him. What would happen when his lips met yours? He craved the knowledge, yet didn’t actively reach for it either. He had gotten all too used to waiting on your permission to move across this board. He followed his queen around as the knight he had been destined to become.

“Don’t you think we’ve waited far too long?”

“Might I remind you, I was eager to do this a long time ago.”

You smirked. “I remember. I thought becoming a teenager would make you more reckless though.”

“Are you claiming I’m tamed?”

Shrugging, you giggled as you turned away from him, moving towards his car. Jaebum followed, as he always did. Yet this time, he stopped you from getting inside, entrapping you against the door with a hand on either side of your head. You chewed your luscious lips with anticipation and a groan rumbled from within his chest.

“I can be reckless too,” he informed, pressing his lips firmly on yours. Sparks flew much like your hair was within the wind. He let his hands fall from the doorframe to smooth down your tresses, slipping to the nape of your neck as the kiss deepened.

His soul was hungry for more and you weren’t holding back from offering it. Your hands gripped tightly to his shoulder blades, burning the skin that laid underneath them with your touch. It was overwhelming and when he finally pulled away, it wasn’t for anything more than a need for air.

Your eyes were shot and your lips were swollen. In his mind, you had never looked this beautiful before. Tenderly reaching up to cup his cheek, you smiled. “I love you, Jaebum.”

“I’ve always loved you,” he replied, kissing you again and again.

When the wind had settled, so had you both, climbing into his car and driving around aimlessly. The skies turned multihued, striking colours before your eyes and then the night enveloped the sun, littering the heavens with stars. You found a place to eat, and the skill to do so whilst never letting go of one another. And then you directed him to a place just on the outskirts of town, surprising him of your knowledge when he had been certain you never left your home except for school.

Smiling, you jumped out of the car and headed towards the abandoned home, entering it as if you owned it. And like usual, Jaebum followed you in.

“Should we be in here?”

“Should we go home?” you countered and Jaebum tilted his head to the side, giving in to your smile yet again. You grinned and placed down your bag. He hadn’t noticed you bring it inside, nor had he seen how full it was today. Unzipping it, you pulled out a blanket and laid it down on the floor before sitting on it. “Whilst you played in playgrounds, I spent my time up here. This is my grandmother’s home.”

He looked around the vacant space for more answers, frowning as he sat down beside you. “Why has it been let go?”

“She wasn’t the reason for our wealth. My mother was born poor, and my grandmother was ill when I was a child.” Leaning back on your arms, you seemed lost in fond memories of what this place once was. “My happiest moments were in this house.”

“You mean, you haven’t been happy with me?”

Looking over at him, you shook your head. “Not until today.”

Jaebum could understand. The shackles around you meant experiencing true feelings would have been hard for you. He was certain you had never smiled as much as you had done so today. Staring around at the darkened living space, he pointed to a clear colour difference on the wall. “What was once there?”

“A family portrait.”

He asked more questions and you answered them, your bodies naturally getting tangled in the process. With your head resting on his shoulder and his arm holding you to his side, the questions slowly stopped mattering. Kisses began again, the addiction ever present with every caress of his mouth on yours. Desire licked at his abdomen, and tightened his pants. Jaebum groaned when your leg inadvertently passed over his affected area and you sat back, blinking slowly.

Embarrassment heated his skin. “It’s just that uh, well, you do things to me.”

“Should I do more?” you offered, and the intense gaze you held weakened his resolve. Were you really insinuating you went all the way tonight? Glancing away, at the house you had brought him to, he understood why you were both here now.

Jaebum brushed the hair away from your face. “Tonight is all we have?”

“I won’t let it stop here, but if there is a chance that this is our only open window for some time, I want to do everything.”

“I wasn’t as prepared as you have been, you should have given me some warning,” he admitted and you smiled encouragingly, reaching over for your bag again. You retrieved a foil package and he shot you an inquisitive look. Your cheeks flushed with colour. “I made sure I had everything for today, just in case.”

Jaebum took over from there, ensuring you felt everything you possibly could whilst the night grew darker outside. And just before dawn, you drove back in silence, Jaebum finally pulling up outside where you lived. He didn’t want to let you go, his gut instinct reluctant to even stop the car.

You smiled and leaned over to kiss him. “We don’t end here.”

“I’m just worried. Maybe we should run away. If we leave and never return, no one can tear us apart.”

“No one can now anyway,” you assured, kissing him again. “Not after how we spent tonight.”

He couldn’t hold back his smile, nodding once in agreement. You heaved a deep breath before you finally let him go, slipping out of the car and into the gated residence.

You weren’t at school the next day. Nor the following day either. In fact, for an entire week, you held no appearance in his world, as if the night shared together had somehow snuffed you out of his existence when daylight came. He drove to your neighbourhood often, watching for movement within the home.

Yet there was nothing.

Jaebum didn’t go to school on Monday. He couldn’t face it without you there. And when the doorbell rang, he didn’t shift from his bed to answer it either. It wasn’t until his Mum entered his room and handed him a package that he stirred away from his heavy thoughts. “Were you waiting on something?”

Glancing at the handwriting on the box, Jaebum sat up, taking it immediately from her and opening it hastily. He stopped moving altogether when he saw the contents. Inside laid a rock he had once carried with him every day as a child. And beside it laid a note.

Find me.

“Get in here!” a voice instructed and the sounds of a drunken protest filled the early morning within the station. Jaebum chuckled to himself yet didn’t look up to see what was going on, his gaze glued to the computer system in front of him.

Much like it always was.

“Why are you apprehending me? I am not someone who needs to be brought here!”

“That’s what they all say and yet it’s for your own good. A night in the cell will sober you right up and you won’t think of causing such a scene again,” the officer scolded tiredly, the sounds of the small cell in the corner opening and shutting following his words. And then the constable came over and slumped into the chair beside Jaebum. “Has it been busy?”

“Only a dispatch for a traffic offence but the neighbouring station picked it up instead.”

“I hate working the graveyard shift on a Saturday,” his colleague mentioned with a groan and Jaebum merely smiled. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard the proclamation and it wouldn’t be the last.

However, Jaebum had no issues with working through the night. Sometimes, it would be busier than tonight and whilst he preferred being parked up at the front desk taking down complaints and sorting out minor disputes, getting out into the neighbourhood was welcomed when he felt the dread of being unsuccessful settle into his chest.

“Listen here!” the drunkard demanded and Jaebum quirked an eyebrow before turning to face the apprehended man. He was surprised to see someone of similar age within the cell, his tousled designer dress pants and shirt looking out of place behind bars. The raven haired man pointed a finger directly at him. “I need to find her okay? I won’t stop until I find her!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’ve been saying that over and over but you know what? You can’t find someone who you don’t have in your phone to ring, mate.”

Jaebum glanced at the fellow officer. “Who is he looking for?”

“Beats me, he’s been ranting on about lost love the whole way over here. I reckon he’s broken up with his girlfriend and gotten drunk over it or something.”

The man in the cell laughed a little too much in response. “How dare you address my soulmate as a mere girlfriend!”

Jaebum couldn’t help but look back at the man. He looked broken, despair filling his features as he crouched down in the corner by the bed. Cupping his face within his hand, he began to cry, rocking back and forth in his position.

“I miss her! I should have told her I wanted to be in her life. I would do anything to find her!”

Jaebum slowly turned to the screen in front of him. Records and previous searches stared back at him, your name in various forms attempted without any leads. He hadn’t found you in years. Not when he was without power had a trace been left to follow and after working hard to become a police officer, ten years after your disappearance from his world, Jaebum was still without you.

He wondered if he would ever find you.

After some time, the station grew silent, bar the heavy snoring of his partner. Jaebum needed a break from the chair he had been seated in for all too long and headed into the staff room, making himself a cup of coffee. Nights like these were hard to get by. When it was quiet, he would search for you. The data was endless, but whenever he felt he was close, the details wouldn’t match. He was certain by now that your family had changed your name, making it impossible for him to find you.

Why had they taken you away? What harm did he pose to your life? Still, after all these years, he couldn’t understand. He thought back to his childhood belief that your family were cruel people, not having anything else to go on. They had plucked you up, using their wealth and status to disappear without a trace.

Pouring a second cup of coffee, Jaebum dejectedly headed back out into the main floor of the station, his eyes going towards the man in the cell. He was no longer crying or protesting, instead, he remained silent on the floor, staring at nothing in particular.

His brooding felt similar and Jaebum cleared his throat to garner his attention. “Park Jinyoung?”

Holding out the coffee, the man got up and thanked him softly for the beverage through the bars. Jaebum didn’t shift away, watching as he drank some of the bitter drink and attempted to think of something to say.

Jinyoung beat him to it. “Have you ever felt as if, no matter what you do, you can’t get back what you let go of in the past?”

“Every day,” Jaebum responded, and Jinyoung glanced up at him in surprise.

He then sighed heavily. “I’m sure you’re not as foolish as I once was.”

“Well, getting drunk over your pain is something a lot of people experience in life. A police officer isn’t immune to it either.”

“I let her go before even giving it a shot. You’d think I would have been able to move on by now, yet every day my heart aches for her.”

“Some people just affect you for the rest of your life,” Jaebum mentioned softly and the man nodded in agreement. “It’s been some time since I saw my soulmate too.”

Jinyoung swallowed his mouthful and then frowned. “Did you lose her?”

“Not in the way most people do.”

“She’s still alive?”

Jaebum nodded.

At least, he was certain you were. Now and then, he would feel the emotions he would whenever you were in pain or upset, though they were dull in comparison to when he was able to see you every day. It led Jaebum to believe you were still out there, the only fuel he had left towards his endless search of you.

“How do you find someone you only know so little about?” Jinyoung wondered, his dark gaze turning earnest. “Can you find someone by a name?”

“In theory.”

“As an officer, shouldn’t you be able to access a database that lists the majority of society on it? Everyone has a record, right? Social numbers, health identifiers, shouldn’t they lead you to the person? An easy search, right?”

Jaebum chuckled, shrugging bitterly. “People can change information. If they don’t want to be found, they can remain that way.”

“Of course, this world is twisted after all.”

“Is your soulmate alive too?” Jaebum questioned and Jinyoung nodded. The man proceeded to tell Jaebum of his ill-fated meeting, the premature departure of his destined partner from his world and the consequences thereafter. He sympathised with the doctor, knowing some of the pain that he carried around daily.

It was the same Jaebum carried for you.

In return, Jaebum explained his own situation and by the end of it, Jinyoung felt more like a comrade than anything else. Jaebum’s shift ended when he opened up the cell, and instead of parting ways, he offered to buy breakfast.

Jinyoung looked up through his meal midway. “Even if it’s a small chance, you’ll actually search for her for me?”

“It’s my duty to serve the nation and help them with their needs,” Jaebum mentioned with a grin, Jinyoung’s lips curling up with renewed hope.

“Anything is worth a go. I need to right my wrongs,” he admitted and Jaebum nodded. After a few more mouthfuls, the man looked up again, his smile spreading over his lips. “I have a way to find someone as well, you know.”

“I’m listening.”

“Medical records have personal information on them. I’m not saying I’ll find anything, but I can certainly look it up. Here, I’ll give you my card. Message me all the formations of Y/N’s name and her date of birth. I’ll check it once I’m at work tomorrow.”

The elation of making his new connection with Jinyoung was short-lived. Jaebum had known better, but the hope he felt over another possible path forward had lent him too much with no return.

Not that he had been successful with finding Jinyoung’s soulmate either.

For the following months, the pair met regularly. It was comforting to finally have someone who understood the pain Jaebum held within his chest. Jinyoung became a good friend to him, ready to build him back up when despair hit and encourage him forward with new plans. Neither of them was any closer in their search but their friendship was positive for Jaebum. It meant he wasn’t alone.

And when he got close to finding you, it meant he had someone backing him up for once.

“I think I may have a lead on a name,” he told the doctor over the phone, pulling up the file he had stumbled across earlier in the day. “Her birth date matches and her national health identifier number is also documented which is odd since she gave the officer an international driver’s licence. It looks like she had an altercation a month ago with a traffic offence after arriving back in the country. Could you look it up in your system for me?”

“Of course, what’s the number? I’ll take a look as soon as I’m done doing my rounds.”

Jaebum had texted Jinyoung the information and waited almost two hours on edge for the response.

It was another dead end.

Seven months passed by without much process on either soulmate. Both men were tired and decided to take a small break from their searches. A week away at the beach in his hometown renewed their focus, though Jaebum couldn’t help but feel as if he was seeing you wherever he went. Quick glimpses of what he imagined you would look like now out of the corner of his eye would occur at least once a day, though every time he turned his head, he would never find you there.

Jinyoung had admitted to visions of his own lost love, and Jaebum wondered if now was his turn to experience the phenomena. He was certain you were nearby, though he didn’t know how to seek you out.

“Let’s go door knocking. We can come up with some plausible reason for a cop and a doctor to be asking around, right?”

Jaebum rolled his eyes. “You’re not helping.”

“I’m trying to lighten your mood, you know.”

It was Jinyoung who found a lead in finding you first. Not even a month after returning to work, he had rung in a rush, his breath heavy down the line. Jaebum’s shifts were different than his friend’s and he groggily pulled himself away from another dream about you. “What did you say?”

“I think I found Y/N.”

Sitting up with a start, he listened to the doctor prattle on about a building collapse that happened in Jaebum’s hometown. The injuries ranged from critical to minor, and when he was checking over the list of patients admitted, the file Jaebum had been looking up months ago with the medical number had matched up. The hospital there had been overwhelmed with the injuries so a lot had been transferred to his hospital in the city.

Jaebum barely heard anything else the doctor had to say as he yanked clothing onto his body and rushed out the door. He arrived at the hospital as fast as he could, running through to the emergency room and checking the faces within the beds. Not a single one matched yours, and he dropped into a chair outside the department, flinching when a hand rested on his shoulder.

Jaebum looked up, exasperated. “Where is she?”

“She has been discharged already, she had a gash to her arm and originally there was concern she had hit her head. However, results came back clear and she was good to go.”

“Already? My chance to find Y/N is over just like that?”

Jinyoung shook his head, holding up a piece of paper. Before he allowed Jaebum to take it, he gave his friend a stern look. “I’m not buying this defeatist attitude from you at all, Officer Im. If you give up, what hope do I have left? Here, my gift to you.”

“An address?” he hoped and the doctor nodded, handing it over. Jaebum held onto the paper as if it was somewhat precious. This was closer than he had ever been and he realised he was shaking with emotions.

“Don’t hate me if she’s not Y/N,” Jinyoung fare-welled and Jaebum numbly walked himself out to his car, getting in behind the steering wheel.

He sat there for some time, partially because he believed he wasn’t in the right frame of mind to drive, but also because he needed some kind of plan. All these years, he had been so adamant on finding you.

Now that he potentially had, what was the best step forward? Just show up on your doorstep and hope the part of your soul that craved his would recognise him immediately? What about your family? It had never dawned on him until now that you could have reached out to find him as well. You knew everything there was to him. Apart from moving to the city so he could become a police officer, nothing had changed.

Eventually, Jaebum arrived on the outskirts of his home town, driving passed the old lot where he had once spent the night with you. He was surprised to see the home had been knocked down since the last time he was here, the rubble being cleared away by contractors. He knew that the building collapse had been on the beachfront however, though it felt as if the removal of the derelict home that had once stood there held some significance right now. Driving to his destination, Jaebum pulled up outside the townhouses that lined the marine parade, looking towards the number he required.

He knocked on the door, waiting on the doorstep for some time without an answer. Were you not back from the hospital yet yourself? He didn’t know what form of transportation you had taken, and figuring he should come back within an hour, Jaebum headed across to the beach instead.

It was cool, the sunny weather that had enticed both him and Jinyoung here last month had washed out with the warm sea, replaced with chilly winds and crashing waves. It was comforting walking along the beach he had once spent an entire afternoon with you. As he trailed up towards the gulf, he thought back over every moment you shared together, from the first time you touched, to your hand slipping out of his that last time. That day had never left his memory, not once. He wouldn’t allow the details to fade over time, keeping it alive as if it had happened the day before. He could almost feel you as he turned back for the beach entrance now, your kisses lingering in the freezing air that hit his face.

As he neared the spot where he had parked up that day, his heart began to thud unevenly. Was it from the memory of pressing you against his car? Inadvertently, he had parked in the same spot as he had that day, though his car was different, it had attracted the attention of someone.

Stopping, he watched as the woman peered into the vehicle curiously, her lips pouting softly. When she turned away, he noticed the bandage on her arm.

Your arm.

“Y/N!” he called upon the wind, and it travelled to you, sending your hair flying about your face. You spun around, eyes widened by his voice. Jaebum started to move, the sand dunes slowing him somewhat, climbing back up to the parking lot where you remained frozen.

He panted when he finally stopped in front of you, now blinking rapidly to ensure he wasn’t hallucinating. Every time his eyes reopened, you were still staring back at him, stuck in the position you had been left rendered speechless within. Jaebum shifted first and you moved back, your eyes searching his.

“Y/N,” he repeated, this time with a smile. He stared down at you for what felt like an eternity. You had aged just how he had imagined you to, your teenage years far behind you, yet you still looked youthful. Your hairstyle was different, and you had lost some of the weight in your face.

You were still beautiful.

“Jaebum,” you breathed and he felt himself grinning, though he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. It made you roll your own, the humour evident in your tone that followed. “You’re doing it again.”

He didn’t miss a beat, the words he once spoke to you as a child falling out effortlessly. “Does it bother you?”

Leaning in closer, you shifted back into his car, leaving little room for escape. He chuckled. “Will you avoid me touching you now as well?”

“It’s been so long, who knows where those hands have been,” you quipped, though he saw the way you steeled your breath in anticipation. Your hands were at the ready, and when he reached out for you, it was instantaneous. His lips found yours, his hands were in your hair and you were pressed against him as if no time had passed from that afternoon. The kisses were even better than how he remembered them. You tasted sweeter, if that was even possible, and his mind reeled from the explosion of your combined yearning.

His plan of taking it slow and talking it out with you was well and truly gone. He didn’t need to know where you had been or what had happened over all these years.

At least, the knowledge wasn’t as pressing as he thought it had been.

It could all wait until later. Right now, he could only think of how you felt being back in his arms.

He had finally found you. And this time, he wasn’t going to ever let go.

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Jackson: What would you describe all three of our relationships? Jaebum; Close Jackson: No Mark; Same, same Jackson: I thought we had a special relationship Mark: *jealous* Hey, hey, hey Jackson: I’m being sensitive? Mark; YesJackson: Let’s say hello Mark: *cute voice* Ch+ AhGaSae’s, hello! Markson high five as Jackson has a proud smile Jackson: I taught you! Mark: Jackson, after you learned to dance, didn’t you put a video on YouTube? Jackson: We’re talking only good things. Mark: *giggles*Jackson: Was the video that funny? Mark: *still giggling* YesJackson: It wasn’t bad Mark: It’s good Mark: In JYP, Jackson had SM in his email. Then he would sing Big Bang Jackson: I did Mark: Yes Jackson: Originally, I was supposed to throw and catch him before landing and backflipping Mark: *shows with hands* We didn’t have space Jackson: The loser of the rock paper scissors has to do it all Mark: What are you saying? *reaches over for Jackson's hand*

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Til Death Do Us Part Ch. 5

Previous Chapter: 4

As I had said before, updates will come fairly quickly as I am determined to finish this and I really do love this plot. I hope you guys enjoy this, it’s a little dry, but it all helps to build up to the revelation at the end. I want to recommend two songs for listening to while reading, first listen to MAMA by BTS and then LIE by BTS as well.

Summary: You and JB are arranged to be married. He’s a player and you’re the good girl. Will this marriage kill you or will it become paradise in the end?

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Y/n = Your name

Your age: 20

All GOT7 members are their normal ages

Just as you stepped out of the limo flashing lights bombarded you. Jaebum was quick to come to your side and have you take his arm as you both walked through the swarm of reporters.

Adorned in a pink fitted dress, from the Zuhair Murad line that Jaebum picked for you, you here at a dinner for his company.

Smile, wave, smile, wave, and repeat. You slightly shocked, but it wasn’t because of the attention. It was the total 180 that Jaebum did of going from a total asshole to a decent guy that actually gave a damn.

Stepping through the doors of the venue, you were met with a massive chandelier and a sky-high roof with gold paneled Italian style paintings. It was not as if you weren’t used to lavish things, but still, it took your breath away.

“Were going to meet people, behave.”

And just like that the asshole Jaebum was back, “Yes master.” You replied with clear distaste.

The dinner went well, you met varying couples and even made a few new friends. The food was good and you ate quietly until it was time for Jaebum’s speech.

His secretary, Minhyuk, introduced him to everyone before letting him have the stage.

“Hello I’m Im Jaebum the CEO of IM Group and I hope everyone has a good time here with us tonight.” He paused, “We here are all good friends here and I believe if you can be good friends you can do good business. That, is why I am formally inviting everyone in the room to be a partner of Jay Group and help us do great things in the future. Enjoy the rest of the night, thank you.”

He exited with dignity and made his way back to you. People kept coming up to your table now and expressing their want to discuss a business relationship for the future. This itself took two hours, it was twelve and you were ready to leave.

God must’ve heard your pleas because Jaebum was saying goodbye to everyone.

“Come on let’s go.”

BREAK

“Thank you.” Broke the silence in the cab of the limo.

“Huh?”

Jaebum took a breath, “Thank you for coming and doing your part.”

“It’s not like I had a choice, but none the less, you’re welcome.”

The silence resumed, but it wasn’t as awkward or tense as before, it was soft and comfortable.

BREAK

At home, you both split to your rooms to prepare for bed.

Your mind was on Jaebum’s thank you in the car. Up until then he was always rude the few times he spoke to you so you were really dwelling on it.

Maybe he has a heart, you thought, maybe you two could be friends if not the married couple you displayed to the public.

You smiled to yourself and slipped into bed.

BANG!

You shot up at the sound of thunder. It was storming outside and pretty badly. You looked down at your clock to see it was two a.m. With a groan, you flopped back down on the bed, there was no way you were going to sleep during this.

You made your way downstairs to get something to eat. The closer you got to the bottom the sounds of something playing got louder and louder. You followed the sound to find Jaebum eating ramen on the living room couch surrounded by various other snacks watching a comedy movie.

“Hey.”

Jaebum jumped a little, but relaxed upon seeing you, “Yah! You gave me a heart attack.”

“Sorry I couldn’t go back to sleep.”

“Me either,” He mumbled looking into his ramen cup, “Do you… want to watch with me?”

Taken back, you stood quiet for a minute and he began talking, “I mean you don’t have to, you can do whatever you want since were at ho-”

You cut him off, “Sure.”

He scooted over on the couch and you grabbed a blanket to sit with.

“It’s called Twenty, it’s not too far in so you didn’t miss much. Also, I keep the ramen in the small pantry, if you want to eat.”

You nodded, “Thank you.”

And that was how you passed two hours, laughing and making fun of Cha Chi Ho and his friends.

FLASHBACK

It was long day at work for Jaebum, planning the dinner was a lot more work than he imagined.

He drove back home himself wanting to think about things like the company, himself, you.

He was such an asshole to you and he knew it, which made him feel worse, but he let his anger get the best of him at the last party. However, he had no excuse for your first impression of him.

Jaebum sighed, his dad was right he needed to act like an adult, and that started with apologizing to you.

As he pulled into the driveway he made his choice to sit and talk with you properly.

Getting out of his car, he was actually happy to be doing this, that is until he saw Park Jinyoung and how close you two were.

He let his anger get the best of him and before he knew it, he was yanking you away and growling at Park.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with my girl?”

“She was my friend before she was your wife JB.”

“That may be so, but she’s with me now and I don’t like sharing what’s mine so stop trying to cause trouble and leave, unless you don’t want to exist to cause trouble in the first place.”

Jaebum wanted so badly to bash his face in, but Park was already gone before he had the chance.

BREAK

“I don’t understand, I really don’t!”

“Oh, so now I’m stupid.”

“Yes! That’s exactly it! God, it took you so long to figure it out y/n.”

“Listen, I don’t like you, you don’t like me, I don’t give a shit about what you do.” Jaebum was really losing his shit as he held onto your shoulders, “Hell, you could fuck Park all day every damn day of the fucking week, and I still wouldn’t care. But you wanna know when I do care?”

Jaebum stared right into your eyes.

“I care if people can see you two together and start questioning me.”

He let you go and began to walk away, but he heard you speak and he stopped.

“Then I’ll fuck him here,” At this point you were in his face, “On the couch, on the counter, on your bed, and I’ll scream so loud the neighbors will hear. I’ll have the time of my life.”

Jaebum watched as you angrily walked up the stairs, and just as fast as the anger came over him, it left him and all he felt was guilt. You were in the wrong, but he was as well for reacting that way and he knew so.

He trudged to his room and took off his stuffy clothes to change into his pajamas. He sat on his bed for good minute and thought.

You were obviously in love with Park and on top of that you both were best friends, His out bursts only made you want to pursue Park even more so maybe if he controlled his anger instead of letting it go awry you would understand where he was coming from.

Jaebum rolled over onto his side and let out a frustrated huff, other than having genuine anger issues he’d been rude to you at the engagement party for a reason and he wasn’t sure if he was ready to let that reason become a problem.

‘No, I can’t keep doing this, we’ll both miserable.’

At that Jaebum had made his decision and sacrificed the one thing he cared about most.

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B.A.P Le Noir AU (Himchan): Ch. 10 Confused Hearts

Yayzzz!!! Here is the chapter of Himchan’s route! Woot woot toot toot! Sorry if there is shitty grammar! Finished this last night and well since school is starting I won’t have time to proof read much so I hope you all understand! But enough of my excuses! Thank you everyone who answered my question of whether another kpop idol should make a cameo sooooooo I did it mehehe. The role isn’t that big, only one character is kinda important and it only last for a few chapters. So don’t worry BABYZ! 

“Look at this mess…” The police detective groaned as he kicked a piece of charred rubble formerly belonged to the Emperor Dragons's’ hideout. CSI officers scoured the rubble excavating any evidence they could find, but beside the charred corpses they couldn’t find much else since the fire took care of most of the evidence.

“The Black Scorpios were taken out just recently as well…” Another detective noted as he bent down and examined the crime scene before him. “Do you think it was some sort of gang war?”

“Possibly, but the Emperor Dragons weren’t just some no name gang like the Black Scorpios…” The detective chewed the butt of his pencil. “We couldn’t even book them on charges we know they’re responsible for. These guys were professionals so for some other group to take them out…”

“Okay everyone, stop what you’re doing!” The two detectives turned around to see a two men in a black suits and tie climb up the rubble, their hands in their pockets. The one that seemed to be the leader was young, clean shaven and his dark brown hair was slicked to the side neatly while the other was equally young but his hair was light brown. “We’ll be taking over the case from now on,” He nonchalantly told the detectives as he turned his attention to his colleague. “Tell CSI to send all the evidence they find to our techs at our HQ.”

“Hey who the hell are you guys!?” The detective growled at the sudden intrusion to the crime scene.

“Special Agent Im Jaebum and Special Agent Choi Youngjae,” The special agent still kept his attention on his fellow agent, boredly answering the detectives. “And as I’ve said before we’ll be taking over this investigation. Thanks for your work gentlemen.” Jaebum turned to the detectives and flashed them the most professional smile he could muster as he handed them the papers to show them that they were relieved of their duties. The two detectives grumbled as they snatched the paper from his hand.

“Jaebum,” Special Agent Choi came up beside Jaebum after fulfilling his first task, handing him a phone. “Jinyoung called saying he got something.”

“Yah, Jaebum,” The voice on the other end was muffled and a bit staticy. The reception must have been poor. “Me, Yugyeom, and Jackson went and….interviewed some of the gangs and it seems that the Emperor Dragons were hanging around a popular nightclub in these parts lately. Maybe they went too off script and got offed instead…”

“Thanks Jinyoung. We’ll discuss more about it when I get back. CSI is going to send in a slew of evidence in. Help Mark out with the analysis once you’re done...interviewing.” Jaebum hung up shortly after, handing the phone back to Agent Choi.

“Well there goes our lead to Infernum…” Agent Choi let out a sigh as he scratched the back of his head, overlooking the mess.

“Not exactly,” Jaebum smirked. “Not all of the Emperor Dragons are dead and gone. Plus we got a new lead,” He squatted down and picked up a small scrap of money that managed to survive the blaze. “A club huh?” He let out a small scoff as he crumpled the scrap in his hand.

It had been a few weeks since the….incident. The girls refused to let you come into Le Noir, fearing that you would work. Hell, even Sam and Padrino played along and dragged you off to relax, whether it was just a night on the town with the boys or a shopping spree. The last thing they wanted you to do was to drown yourself in work. Though you loved them for the sweet intentions, you were beginning to get bored. Staying at home and watching TV can only kill so much time. You did, however, enjoy the late night walks at the park near your home. It wasn’t some big, grandiose parks that those in the upper town had. It was a quaint place. Small flower bed and brick walkways. Patches of fresh grass and a small fountain in the center. It was a place that the local children often came to, a place that no gang was willing to mess with. A sanctuary within hell.

The cool night breeze under the night stars was comforting to you. It made you feel free. A gate into another world of peace and solace away from your usual hectic life. It gave you a place to think. About yourself. About your choices. About Himchan… Just the single utterance of his name made you want to chew your bottom lip. That moment the two of you had. It seemed to replay repeatedly in your head. Yes you were in a vulnerable state. Yes you may have been seeking some form of comfort. But was that it? Was that your only excuse? Or was there something more behind that kiss? You would let an occasional groan at your over thinking. It was a fact that there was some attraction between you and him. This wasn’t some complicated drama. No need to deny the obvious and cause a ruckus. But were you ready for another relationship? Move on from Scotty? You didn’t know.

“Y/N! You can’t be here!” One of your girls screeched as she saw you enter Le Noir. You had grown tired of your lonely TV binges and late night walks. You missed the company of your girls as well as your boys.

“I’m just here as a customer, sweetheart,” You smiled sweetly at the girl, removing your thick red peacoat of your form. “Promise.” You gently tapped the girl’s nose, which caused her to have a slight pout.

You let out a small chuckle as you saw her scurry off to tend to customers. You took a deep breathe as you enjoyed the scent of familiarity. The booze, the smoke, the musky cologne. You missed home. You rested your head in one of your hands as you examined the club around you. The people chattering. The smiles and laughs. The sight made a small smile creep on your face. But you felt something was missing. Something like a spark. A grit. A roughness. Chaos.

“You took care of their headquarters right, Bang?” Yongguk replied to Himchan with a slight nod, a smirk on his face as he played with his lighter. There it was. Chaos. Unwisingly you turned around to see the person the voice belonged too. Himchan’s eyes went wide when he made eye contact with you and the usual talkative suave leader fell silent. The rest of the boys, however, didn’t catch on to the awkward tension in the atmosphere and came up to you with smiles on their faces. It had been too long since they last saw you and the last time they did see you, you looked so broken and miserable. Seeing you at the club with a smile on your face, that was worth more than any heist  they accomplished.

“Looks like you’re all in one piece,” Youngjae came beside you, gesturing for the bartender to pour him a drink. “You had us scared there.” Youngjae grinned at you.

“Aww thanks for your concern,” You teased, pinching Youngjae’s chubby cheek. Youngjae reeled back immediately his mouth agape in shock as he rubbed his cheek. There was the shocked fluffy chick again. “Plus, I’m full of surprises remember?” You winked at him, causing the boy to scoff.

“You’re not here to work right?” Yongguk cocked an eyebrow at you, a stern look in his eyes.

“No I’m not, Mr. Papa Bear Bang.” You chuckled at Yongguk’s protective nature. A small gummy smile revealed itself on his lips.

“Looks like, marion, here is made of tougher material than I thought.” Jongup chuckled as he leaned in closer to you, a playful spark bouncing in his eyes.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You flashed him a polite grin.

“Okay okay, you vulutures, get moving,” Himchan let out an annoyed huff as he pulled Jongup’s shoulder so that the space between the two of you was greater. “We still got work to do.” Jongup shot Himchan a glare and the two had a small stare down before Jongup let out a bored shrug and walked to the backroom of the club. Youngjae let out a sigh, taking his drink with him. Daehyun followed after him, his arm around Youngjae’s shoulder, as he attempted to get a sip of Youngjae’s drink. Youngjae was not having of that.

“Um...I’m glad that you’re better….” Zelo’s voice was barely above a whisper as he made split-second eye contact with you before scurrying off to the backroom. Yongguk gave you a firm shoulder squeeze before following the shy little lamb. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at the sight. A grizzly bear taking care of a little lamb. How amusing.

You looked up to see that Himchan hadn’t follow the rest of the boy, instead he stood there in front of you. The air between the two of you was awkward and unsettling. You would rather have the former relationship the two of you shared. Snark, sass, and flirt. Not this. This was too serious for your taste. You decided that it would be best to just deal with the elephant in the room. Get it over with. Plus the tension in the air between the two of you was bad for business. You kept repeating in your mind that you were not a giddy school girl with her first crush standing in front of you. You were going to woman up and deal with the consequences of your actions head on.

“Y/N….” You gave a slight jump at the sound of your name leaving Himchan’s lips. “About before...I’m sorry I left so abruptly.” He beat you to the punch. He let out a small sigh as he tiredly leaned against the bar counter. Himchan needed some alcohol in him fast.

“I’m sorry too….I know how my actions might have looked…” You closed your eyes for a moment, composing your thoughts and formulating them into coherent words. “I’m not upset that you kissed me. Hell, I practically attacked you. You have no need to apologize for stopping me and my dumbself…” You let out a sad chuckle as you looked elsewhere.Your eyes not wanting to meet Himchan’s just yet.

“I didn’t regret kissing you. I regret the circumstances that it occurred in.” You turned and stared at Himchan wide-eyed. His expression was stern, unfaltering as he sipped his glass of scotch. He wasn’t joking. Teasing. Playing.

You bit your lower lip. For the first time you were flustered. It wasn’t by the fact that he was attracted to you (many men were), it was the fact that you may be attracted to him. When was the last time you were genuinely cared for by a man who wasn’t from the old generation of gangsters. Who cared about your well-being and not how well you could perform in bed. Who could see your strong facade and accept your weakness. Most men who hitted on you wanted the thrill. The thrill of taming a wild animal. A woman who wouldn’t submit to them even if a gun was pointed at her head. But Himchan saw everything. Your weakness. Your depravity. Yet he was still kind to you, caring, motherly even. That side of him, that made your heart swell. But were you ready? Ready to open up your heart to another again?

“Himchan, When I kissed you… it wasn’t just because I needed comfort...I think…” Your words were being tongue-tied for the first time in a while. Himchan started to shift as well at your sudden loss for words. You were never loss for words. “I think a part of me-”

Your words were cut of by the sudden silence that entered the club as a man in a nice black suit in tie entered the club. He was too neat. Too put together. It was obvious he didn’t belong. It was obvious who he was. The man paid no mind to the glares and stares he received, merely scoffed as he approached the bar counter towards you. “Don’t worry boys, I’m not here to arrest you yet,” He smirked and turned his attention back to you. At the sight of you his eyebrows furrowed a bit, an expression of confusion and familiarity painted his face. He closed his eyes for a short moment, pulling him back to the current job he had on hand. “You’re the owner of this establishment, m’am?”

“Yes, and how may I help you…” You flashed him a professional smirk, despite the fact you worked in a criminal infested bar it didn’t mean that you would start fights with police. Your club was neutral ground and you intended to keep it that way.

“Special Agent Im,” He stated plainly, glancing at Himchan who was glaring holes into his head. BAP was notorious criminals. Special Agents were top law enforcement officers. Oil and Water. “Kim Himchan,” Jaebum smirked. “I hope you and your boys haven’t gotten into any trouble lately.”

“Nothing that you’ll ever prove.” Himchan flashed the man a cocky smirk as he leaned on the bar counter, closer to you. Himchan had heard of Special Agent Im Jaebum and his unit. Well known for bringing large gangs all over the nation as well as international level. Youngjae had kept tabs on them just in case they began snooping around in BAP business.

“Do you need anything, Special Agent Im, or are you just here to harass my patrons?” You leaned back in your chair, arms folded across your chest.

“Just some information and I’ll be out of your hair,” He scoffed. You were feisty. “I’ve heard that the Emperor Dragons loitered around here recently, but they weren’t your common patrons. Just wanted to see if you knew why they were suddenly checking in.” He caught how you stiffened at the sound of Emperor Dragons, causing Himchan to move closer to you in a protective stance. That small glimpse of weakness, however, was quickly overshadowed by a devilish, fiery smirk.

“Maybe they simply wanted the booze and good company,” You chuckled as you leaned back in your chair. “Either way. I am no snitch. Exits to the right, Special Agent Im,” You smiled at him politely. Jaebum let out a huff of air at your audacity. If he really wanted he could haul your ass back to HQ and interrogate you fine ass till the next morning till he got the answer he wanted. He glanced around the club, however, and knew that if he even touched you he would be filled with bullets. And with the glares Himchan was sending him, not only he would be filled bullets, but Himchan would guarantee that his unit would be a target. Jaebum scoffed, ran his fingers through his hair as he headed towards the exit.

“As fiery as ever,” Himchan smirked as you shrugged. “Pretty as flower but got a tongue full of poison.”

“Wouldn’t you know since you got a taste of that poison just of few weeks ago.” You raised a playful eyebrow. You were starting to fall back into the situation the two of were before. Playful. Teasing. Nothing too serious. A part of you felt relief. But you felt a pang in your chest. A pang that you wanted more than just playful flirting.

“It’s not nice to tease you know.” Himchan leaned him, a devilish smirk on his lips. Himchan was relieved that the two of you were back to this playfulness. You were too close to his heart. He knew that the first thing he should do when he found himself being attracted to you more than just physically he should have squandered those feelings immediately. You were a distraction for him. A possible weakness. But you were too tempting. Too seductive. A poison that he was addicted to.

“Snitches get stitches, good girls get kisses, and bad girls rule the world.” You smirked back. At your words Jaebum immediately stopped, his hand on the door handle of the club. The words. He had heard them before. The last time he had ever heard he was just a mere rookie detective chitchatting with his mentor and best friend.

“Missus got you whipped yet?” Jaebum chuckled as he finished the last of his paperwork.

“Aye, shut up you brat,” Scotty came over and ruffled the young boys hair. “And did you get another piercing you punk!” He playfully tugged the young boy’s ear.

“Shouldn’t you be more worried yourself than my piercings? Boss is on your ass with this case, third murder this month with gang related ties to Infernum. And you got the missus whipping you into shape.” Jaebum smirked as he sipped on his coffee.

“Haha very funny,” Scotty rolled his eyes as he looked through his files. “If you must know, my wife refuses to tells me any information about the possible witness that saw the murder. She has some...ties within the community and she refuses to tell me…” Jaebum raised his eyebrows at Scotty’s words. Scotty never mentioned his wife very often and if he did it was always very vague. Jaebum only knew two things. She was young and her name was Y/N. That was all Scotty was willing to divulge about her.

“Why don’t you go all police detective on her?” Jaebum teased. Scotty stared at the boy blank faced before tossing a paper airplane at the boy’s face.

“You know what she says to me when I tell her to be a nice girl for once and help me out? Her and that fiesty sexy as hell smart mouth of hers,” Scotty groaned, but an obvious grin was on his face. “Snitches get stitches, good girls get kisses, but bad girls rule the world.”

Jaebum immediately turned around, his usual professional and polished expression morphed into one of shock and confusion. “Y/N!” You jumped at the sound of your name leaving Special Agent Im’s lips. “Scotty’s wife Y/N!”

Your eyes went wide at that. How long had you heard those words together? Scotty’s wife. You weren’t the only one that was shocked, however. Himchan stared at you wide-eyed at the Jaebum’s words. You were married? Then the picture he found in your room...everything seemed to click. He didn’t like it. That you loved another man. That you were held and treasured by another man. Himchan felt as if someone punched him the gut. Was it jealousy? He didn’t wanted to admit it was if it was true. He had to keep telling himself after that incident that you were too poisonous, too dangerous. If he got too close to you....either he or you would end up hurt. Either ending was not ideal to him. He was a criminal, a gang leader. Emotional investments...they were dangerous.

“Out…” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “OUT!” You shouted glaring at Special Agent Im. But when Special Agent Im didn’t budge you immediately got out of your seat and went up to the man, dragging him out of your club, you leaving along with him and leaving a dumbfounded and confused Himchan behind.

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