#Mafia Yoongi

[sxgakookie]

Summary: Your husband has found your behavior to be annoying at best, and he knows exactly how to make sure you’re back in line. Genre: Smut (dom! and mafia!Yoongi x reader) Rating/Warning: Adults Only (Strong language, explicit sexual content including dom-sub roles, anal sex, sex toys, oral sex [f receiving], unprotected sex, light choking, spanking, praise kink, daddy kink, degradation kink, female and male orgasm, brief aftercare.) Word Count: ~ 2.5k

When Yoongi walked into the bedroom, he was happy to see that you obeyed him for the first time that day. You, his beautiful wife, had acted like a brat since that morning. Whiny, demanding, spoiled, calling his office and interrupting meetings. He knew he spoiled you, and in all honesty, he knew he’d continue to do so. Being the wealthiest crime leader in Korea allowed him to. A closet of designer clothes, the best vacations and the most expensive restaurants for your date nights together. But when you acted like a brat, he knew he needed to discipline you properly and remind you of your place. He was your husband, and he demanded respect. 

You were bent over in the center of the bed, with your head resting down in the soft pillows. Your eyes were covered with a silk black blindfold, preventing you from seeing anything. You wore only black lace panties, with your breasts exposed. The panties themselves were a revealing pair of thongs, presenting your body for your husband to use as he liked. You waited patiently, as Yoongi rolled up the white sleeves of his button-up dress shirt. 

“What a fucking slut.” He murmured, walking over with the tap of his shiny black loafers hitting the floor. He caressed the soft skin of your bottom, before grabbing a handful to grope you properly. “You’ve been a real fucking brat today, honey. Did you know that?” 

“Yes, sir.” You mumbled. 

“Louder.” He demanded, earning you a harsh smack on your ass. 

“Yes, sir!” You repeated louder, feeling your skin grow hotter after the hit. 

“That’s better.” Yoongi said, walking away to go to the special drawer of your shared dresser. Your ‘toy box’, he often referred to it. “Speak up when I ask you a question. When you’re bratty, you know I don’t have a choice but to discipline you. What are the rules of your punishment, honey?” 

“Red light means stop. Yellow means we need to take a break. Green means go ahead.” You repeated your previous lessons. 

“Very good.” Yoongi said, kneeling on the bed behind you. “So it seems like you can listen when you want to.” 

Your breathing picked up in anticipation with your husband being so close to you. You hadn’t had disciplinary sex in quite some time, and you knew your husband enjoyed bringing you to your breaking point. Yoongi loved watching you sink deeper into your submissive headspace, as he coaxed all the attitude out of you, leaving you fucked out and compliant. 

“You’ll receive 20 spankings.” Yoongi’s tone sounded nonchalant, teetering on boredom. “You’ll thank me after each one, understood?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Very good.” He nodded, starting off with another soft caress of your skin, before landing down a hard, loud SMACK onto your skin. 

“Thank you, sir.” You cried, feeling your skin sting. 

Another. “Thank you, sir.” Another. “Thank you, sir.” Another. “THANK YOU, SIR.” You sobbed, feeling the hot sting of your skin. 

“Color?” He paused, looking at the bright red marks your ass. 

“Green, sir.” You responded, gripping the sheets. 

“That’s my good girl.” He hummed, continuing his assault on the soft skin of your ass. 

Yoongi grew hard in his slacks, watching as you took each hit. He loved disciplining you, and loved how quickly your body reacted to it. You melted so easily, complying with thanking him, as he could see the wetness growing between your legs. You loved it just as much as he did.

“One more.” He said, placing one more hard hit onto your ass. 

“Thank you, daddy.” You whimpered. 

“You did very well.” Yoongi praised. Your skin was red, glowing with his punishment. “I’m going to remove your panties now.” 

You felt the fabric slide down your thighs, and stopped right where your knees were. Not taken off any more, just enough to allow your husband access to what he needed, and to expose your body to his eyes. 

Then, you felt his fingers and the cold metal of his wedding ring caressing the wetness of your opening. You let out a quiet “ah!” in surprise. 

“Settle down.” Yoongi’s deep voice said. “Be good, hold still, and take what I give you.” 

A finger, at a painfully slow speed, breeched your entrance. Your lips parted in response, but no noise came out. Only deep breaths, feeling him fuck his finger in and out of you. Rough, calloused skin of his hand pleasured you, creating more sensations as he added more digits. 

“Daddy…” You moaned. 

“Daddy?” Yoongi’s smirk was practically audible. “That’s what I like to hear. Is my sweet girl coming back to me?” 

“Daddy, I wanna cum.” You said, ignoring his question. 

“Tsk.” Yoongi responded. “Even after your spankings, you’re still being a brat.” 

He pulled his fingers from your opening, causing you to whine at the loss of contact. You felt so empty without him inside of you. Moments went by without any contact, driving you crazy, until finally, you heard the pop of a bottle cap opening. 

“Brats don’t get their pretty little pussy’s played with.” Yoongi said, shaking his head as though you could see him. “That's for good girls. But you haven’t been a good girl, have you, angel?” 

Just then, something wet and cold on the soft skin of your ass. Metal. Round. A plug. Yoongi found your anal plug in your “toy box”, and slowly began working it into your hole with the help of wet lube. 

“Relax, baby.” Yoongi encouraged, giving your cheeks soft kisses as he slid the the plug in a little deeper. “Open your ass for me…. Good girl. Breathe in, now back out. That's my good girl. Color?” 

“Green, sir.” 

“Good.” He gave your skin a playful nibble, before sliding the plug in completely. You gasped and your toes curled at the stretch. You kept your ass spread for him, knowing it’s better to do so until he says otherwise. “It’s been a while since I’ve chosen to give your ass a good fucking, hasn’t it, honey?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“When you act like a brat, you get fucked like a brat.” Yoongi explained, pushing and pulling on the plug just enough to drive you mad. “You get fucked like a slut. Bent over for me with your legs and ass spread open, giving me your sweet little holes to stick toys in. What a dirty, slutty girl. Already dripping down your legs."

Yoongi’s voice was heavy with arousal, and before he could stop himself, he licked up the soft skin of your thighs. You shuddered at the feeling of his wet tongue, gathering your wetness to taste, and working his way to the source, pressing a soft lick to your pussy. 

“Daddy…” You whimpered. 

Yoongi had reached into his own pants, palming himself to the erotic scene before him. You tasted delicious, and he lapped at your pussy like it was his favorite drink. He sucked, kissed, licked and nibbled different areas of your sex as he saw fit, creating a collage of pleasure on your skin, and you responded accordingly. You gripped the sheets, you curled your toes, you deepened your breathing. Yoongi listened to every last whimper, whine, gasp and moan, drinking it in alongside the sweetness of your pussy. 

“Daddy… Gonna cum for you…” You whimpered, earning a pressured lick to your clit. “Daddy… Fuck…Please don't stop, love your fucking tongue so much…” 

Yoongi knew you were close to the edge by your babbling. He continued his sweet flicks onto your sensitive clit, bringing you closer and closer to a high. But right at your legs began to shake, and your sweet noises became louder… he stopped. An almost evil smirk appeared on his face.

“No!” You cried, feeling so, incredibly frustrated by your stolen orgasm. “Daddy, please! Please, I need to cum.” 

“Brats don’t cum whenever they want to.” Yoongi’s deep voice said as he began fully undressing himself. He wrapped his own hand around his remarkably hard erection, and slowly pumped himself to relieve some of his own ache. “You’re using your polite words now, baby. That’s good. What do sweet girls say when Daddy gives their pussy’s kisses?” 

“Thank you, Daddy.” You said, voice in a clear pout. 

There she is. Yoongi thought.

Yoongi slowly, gently, began to remove the plug from your ass, making you want to cry at yet another place no longer feeling full. 

“Shhhh, I know, baby.” Yoongi reassured you, speaking gently as he knew your bratty behavior was slipping away, making way for your submissive side. “I'll give you what you need, baby. Promise.” 

When you were no longer filled at all, Yoongi took his hard cock that was desperately throbbing, and lined up his red, frustrated tip with your opening, letting it rest on your cheek. 

“Gonna fuck your ass tonight, baby.” He whispered, staring at the way you waited so patiently for him. “Breathe for me, ok?” 

You did so, feeling his cock sink into you. It made you feel so full. Your husband’s length was large and thick, with textured veins that you could feel, no matter where he decided to breech you. As he pushed further, he let out a deep fuck from under his breath. The lube from the plug helped him slide in well, and he could feel every inch of you as he penetrated further. 

“Gonna fuck the brat out of you.” Yoongi growled, his length throbbing against your walls. “Gonna make sure you remember who the fuck you’re talking to.”

“Daddy, please.” You whined, as he began pushing himself in and out of your ass. You weren’t sure what you were begging for, but the feeling of his dick properly taking your ass for the first time in so long was almost overwhelming. 

“Take my cock, baby. Settle down and fucking take it.” He groaned, throwing his head back and gripping your hips tightly to keep your body in place. The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed across the large mansion bedroom. “Whose pretty fucking hole is this, baby? Hm?” 

“Your hole, Daddy.” 

“Such a good girl. What belongs in this hole?” 

“Your cock.” You squeaked out. 

“That’s right, baby. So fucking smart.” He growled. “But that’s all you need to know, isn’t it baby? I pay for your clothes and shoes, pay the rent and bills, and get rid of anyone who fucking looks at you. All you need to worry about baby, is giving me a pretty little hole to fuck and speaking sweetly.” 

“Daddy, thank you…” You cried, feeling the friction strongly now with every push and pull of his hips. 

“I can tell I’m fucking the brat out of you.” Yoongi chuckled, bucking his hips. “You’re gonna listen, aren’t you baby? Gonna be my good girl?” 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

“All it took was your husband’s cock up your ass to get you to act right.” He tsked, placing another smack to your cheek, causing you to squeal. Yoongi moved your body so that you laid flat on your tummy, allowing him to press deeply into you as he laid on top. His arm snuck between your hips and the mattress, letting his fingers find your clit to play with. Yoongi’s lips were to your ear, so that he could whisper things more closely, and you could feel the warmth of his breath. 

“Ah!” You cried, feeling the soft pressure on your clit, combined with the rough pounding from behind. It made your head spin, the differences of how Yoongi could touch you. 

“Who makes you feel like that, baby?” He whispered in your ear. “Hm? Who makes your pussy that wet?” 

“You, Daddy.” 

“And don’t you ever fucking forget it.” His deep voice growled. “I love to spoil you when you’re listening to me, baby girl. That means letting you make a mess of the bed sheets.” 

He could feel you dripping onto the expensive cotton sheets, driving him crazy. He could hear your deep breaths and whimpers, and feel how close you were to an orgasm. 

“I wanna see you cum.” He finally said, wrapping a hand around your throat gently, just enough to give himself more control. “I know you need to, angel. Let go, and show me what a dirty, messy girl you are.” 

“Ah! FUCK... Love your fucking cock... SHIT...” You shrieked, gripping the sheets. You soaked the bed, crying as you came intensely. Yoongi tenderly peppered kisses to your cheeks, and slowed the harsh pounding to more delicately work you through your orgasm. 

“Good girl.” Yoongi whispered into your ear, pressing more kisses to your face. 

“Thank you for letting me cum, Daddy.” You whispered, a few tears still falling. 

“There’s my girl.” He whispered. “So polite, and so goddamn pretty, cumming so well for me. We’re gonna finish your discipline, ok? But first, give me a kiss.” 

You turned your head so Yoongi could connect your lips to his. As he did, he untied your blindfold, and threw it to the side. His eyes met yours for the first time that session, and as he pulled away, he wiped a tear from your eyes. 

“You’ve been so good tonight.” Yoongi praised, his hips beginning to pick up. “Look at me while I fuck you. Keep your eyes here, I’m gonna cum in your perfect little hole.” 

“Yoongi…” You whimpered, using your husband’s name for the first time that night. 

“Look at me, honey.” He reminded you, keeping his hand on your neck, squeezing gently. “Good girl… Let me see how pretty you look while I cum…” 

With only a few more pushes and pulls of his hips, and a soft kiss to your lips, Yoongi groaned as he emptied himself into you. You could feel his length twitch as he finally released, sighing into the kiss. 

“I love you, honey.” He whispered, deepening the kiss. 

“Love you, too.” You responded. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, angel.” He whispered, brushed a lock of hair from your sweaty face. “Was I too rough with you, honey? Did I really hurt you? Did I say something wrong?” 

You shook your head no, planting a sweet, quick kiss to his lips. 

“I like it. All of it.” You reassure him. Being married to Yoongi meant being used to his dominant side, both in and out of the bedroom. It was a turn on for you, especially when he switches afterwards to treat you so delicately. It was something only you knew about, as you were the only one who knew him so intimately to see it. 

Yoongi, as exhausted as he was, still made sure to bring you to the bathtub and let you soak your sore muscles away while he changed the sheets, giving you both a fresh place to sleep. When you were finished cleaning up, he gave you a shirt from his side of the closet to put on, large enough on your body to act as a nightgown with nothing underneath. 

You settled in to bed, and fell asleep as he took a shower. Yoongi slipped on a clean pair of boxers, and crawled into bed with you, pulling your sleeping figure into his arms. 

“Love you so much angel.” He whispered, before planting a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

[yuyu1024]

Fate

Pairings: Yoongi × y/n

Genre/tags: Arranged marriage

Warning: 🔞🔞🔞 mention of blood/violence/drugs/trafficing, trauma, mention of killing, kidnapping, gun, mention of food/eating/weight, cursing, sensual touching, making out smoking, smut (but not this chapter)

~~~~[lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 5.2k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note:

Until you (mini series)

Part 1 - Prisoner

Part 2 - Escape

Part 3 - Twilight

Part 4 - Fate

A/N: again... im really sorry for being a slow writer/update for this mini series🙏🏻 i can't help it. 😭 I do get msgs asking for updates & i feel bad... so sorry 🥹 I try my best to have time to get into the story/characters whenever i have free time. I work full time and have a 2nd job too so it takes all my energy. I'm really... really sorry.😭

But yeaah, thank you for everyone liking my yoongi fanfic. 🖤🫶🏻 thank you for the patience😭

I hope this chapter is okay ♥️

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(Prologue/Flashback)

"Sshh..." she covers your mouth for you to stay quiet and not make any noise. She reminds you constantly to keep it together or else they will find you. "Just a little bit more, Yoongi." She whispers. "Calm down..."

You try your best to do what she says because you want you guys to survive this. To escape. However you are a kid and you are terrified. And you can't stop yourself from shaking like a twig. Also you are rapidly breathing through your nose. Tears even start to fill your eyes as you look into her eyes.

"You'll be fine..." she says to you. "Noona, will protect you."

"I'm scared..." You whisper grabbing onto her long braided hair.

You two are a few inches apart. If she could only embrace you, she will. However there are metal bars between you two and she is.... injured.

"Me too." She wants to cry to as she must be as scared as you or maybe, more. But since she's the eldest between the two of you she have to be brave for you. "Just go to sleep... I promise... the moment you wake up...when the sun is shining after the storm tonight... we'll be safe... we'll already be at home..."

"P-promise?"

She tries her best to not break down because she knows that she's promising something that's very unrealistic in your situation right now. Both of you are held captives, kidnapped and waiting to be saved.

"I promise." She sniffs "Just hold onto this for now..." she meant her hair and then reaches her hand to you slowly even it's causing too much pain for her. "Go to sleep... Noona will be right here..." the tip of her fingers barely touched your cheek. "I will protect you..." she adds

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[Present]

The silence between you two is very deafening. Even the staffs at the mansion notices how both of you are very distant to each other.

Odd right? They should be used to this situation since Yoongi is the silent type or the one who does not talk that much especially to you.

However for you, maybe this is out of character as every one is not used to you being like this. Well THIS silent anyway.

You usually talk and greet them or make small talks with them or Yoongi even if it's just a random question to make him just...talk. You do anything to make him speak to you. You make small efforts to chase his attention just to get him look back at you per say. Like a dog.

But now, since he made sure to leave you the moment you got vulnerable with him during sex and mentioned a feeling you have, which in the first place you had no idea you have, really hurt you this time. Big time. It is a rejection that you never thought would bother you this much.

"You two are awfully quiet." Mrs. Min says as soon as she puts down her cup of coffee on the table. "You two are both quiet originally... I know... but..." she looks at you and Yoongi back and forth twice. "Did you guys had a fight?"

No one answers.

"Guessing...silence means yes?" Mrs. Min looks at us again, hoping someone will speak up. "What did you do?" She asks Yoongi.

But he didn't open his mouth to speak. He just continued on chewing on his breakfast while his eyes are glued to you.

He has been eyeing you since the two of you left the mansion. He have been silently watching you move along, react and walk from your back. You don't notice it as you are trying to achieve to ignore him completely today. And so far, you are a gold medalist at it. You don't even bat an eye on him.

"Fine... not gonna ask anymore questions..." Mrs. Min gives up. "Anyways, after this lunch... I'll have a meeting with Hannah."

Yoongi flinches, finally reacting and gets interested to whatever his mother is saying. "What for?"

"About the private resort project that she is building... she wants my opinion about what brands to use for the decorations. She have a final lists of candidates of brands and she wants to know my say to it."

"Really...."

"Yes... and as soon as it opens... she says you two can go there... and celebrate... as her gift. Since she missed going to your wedding."

"Celebrate?" You finally spoke after how many years. Even Yoongi whip his head to look at you.

"Yes dear," Mrs. Min smiles so brightly and holds your hand. "You're 2nd anniversary... next month... right?"

"Ah, yes... right." You try to smile it away. But deep inside, you are not looking forward to it.

Why would you? Last year Yoongi didn't even greeted you Happy Anniversary. He probably didn't care back then so why would he care now and celebrate this year? This marriage is nothing to him.

"Is she coming here?" Yoongi asks his mother, changing back the subject to Hannah

"No... I am meeting her at her office."

You are holding on for dear life on your gold medal for 'Ignoring my husband award'. You are so curious to look at him. To see his beautiful face, how he reacts when they talk about her. Hannah. The girl you saw more than a year ago. The girl you saw on the driveway, talking to your husband while she hooked her arms on his'. The girl that Yoongi seems interested about. The girl he seems to.... like.

"How about you guys? What are your plans today after our brunch?" Mrs. Min asks

"Hmm.." he sighs heavily and then takes his phone from the table. "Probably fuck my wife " Yoongi answers nonchalantly making you and Mrs. Min almost choke on nothing. That sentence made you even look at him with wide eyes and red cheeks.

"Omo..." Mrs. Min is too stunned to even comprehend what she just heard. "Well... okay... too much information but..." she then takes a sip of her coffee. "You do you."

"I'm sorry..." you apologize to your mother-in-law.

You are embarassed. This topic should be a private matter. Everyone in the mansion already seem to have the idea what you two do on a regular basis but you do hope that outside, no one has to know.

It's not that you are embarassed of having a sex life. It's normal. Yes. But to have to talk about it to his parents, oh dear god, no.

"Why are you apologizing?" Yoongi's face looks so damn serious. "We are husband and wife right?"

You scowl at Him. You don't like how he acts or portrays like sex is just a hobby for him and it's nothing to be embarassed about. Especially in front of his mother while you are present. He really does not treat you like you have any feelings. He is evil.

"Okay... children...children... don't fight about this... it's okay. You already have issues before we got here so... it's fine." Mrs. Min tries to sooth the situation up.

She's so nice to try. Though she does not know the real reason why there is a huge distance between you two today. It's not that simple. You don't even know if she knows how his son treats you.

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"Sir." Mr. Kim bows as both Yoongi and you arrives at the driveway, about to leave Mrs. Min's property.

"Get in." He orders you

You glare at him then roll your eyes away. You are in no mood now. You have scowled at him earlier already so why not do it more now that he is irritating you.

"Hold on..." he suddenly grabs you by the arm, stopping you from getting in the car. "Did you just fucking roll your eyes at me?" He scoffs

You try your best to pull your arms from his grip but he is stronger than you. "Let me go." You grunt

"What are you doing?" He asks, "You've been.... acting up lately..."

"I don't know...what you're talking about..." you finally freed yourself from his grip.

"Don't act innocent on me... I know you."

"Know me?" You snap. "How? We barely talked these past two years... You only look for me when you want something done and someone to fuck...besides that, I am nothing to you. So how the fuck will you know me?"

Finally! You've said something. However you can't lie to yourself how terrified you are right now. Your legs are shaking. You have never risen your voice like this before. Not with him. Plus Yoongi is so freaking silent. There was no reaction from him not like Mr. Kim who just coughed because of the sudden tension.

Is he in shock? He must be surprised to hear you speak out after all this time. He had never heard you talk like this before. You can't even read his expression. He is just looking down at you, straight on.

"Ahm... Sir... Miss... I'll leave you two... alone." Mr. Kim finally broke the awkward silence. "Just message me if... we're going home."

You glance at him and bow. Also giving an apologetic look since the situation got a bit serious.

And as soon as Mr. Kim is gone from our sight, Yoongi takes a step forward closer to you, making you back up and your behind bumping on the car. "Is that... what you think?"

You glare up at him. "Yes."

"You think... I don't know you?"

"Yes."

He chuckles. "I know you more than you know..."

You frown. "You only see me when you are horny... you don't even talk to me unless to I ask you... unless you tell me what to do and what not to do... so, how would you know anything about me...?"

He scrunches his face. He looks irritated "I see you more than you think." He mumbles. And then he took a step back and looks at you and watch you tremble,"Do you regret it?" He asks

"W-what? Regret what?"

"The sex... do you regret it?"

"W-what? What do you mean...?"

He then puts both his hands on the car, trapping you between. "Just answer the question... do you hate and regret the sex?"

You look away. "No...."

"Do you want us to stop fucking?"

You sigh heavily. "Why are you focusing on the sex?!?" Your brows are furrowed. You are really showing your frustration. "It's not about the sex, Yoongi! There is nothing wrong with the sex... what I just want is... I just..." you look back at his face and you see an empty expression from him. Does he not get what you are saying or is he ignoring the other parts of what you told him. That the only thing he thinks about is your sex life. "Never mind..." you lower your gaze. "It's not like my opinion matter..."

"Y/N..." Yoongi begins. You look back st him waiting for whatever he's about to say. You think he was about to response to you or maybe say what is on his mind as well. (Maybe.) However, both of you got suddenly distracted by the honk of a black sedan car entering the property.

You have seen that car before. It is familiar. And then when it stops and someone steps out of the car...

"Yoongi?" The woman that came out of the passenger seat, is Hannah. "What are you doing here?"

She is smiling ear to ear. Her smile is as bright as her tear drop pear earrings that is perfectly shown under her tucked bob hair. She's... so pretty.

"Oh... Hi..." she waves at you when she finally notices you

"Hi." You try to smile as brightly as you can.

"You must be Yoongi's beautiful wife." She is sweet. She looks like a friendly and easy going person. "I'm Hannah by the way... I'm Yoongi's friend since we're... toddlers..."

"Nice to meet you." You bow

"What are you doing here? Mother said..."

"Ah... yes... we we're supposed to meet at my office but I just came from another meeting and since we will pass by the house I decided to just meet her now..." she explains

"She must be in her room now.. preparing to meet you."

"Oh. I see... well, I guess I'll just surprise her." She grins. "Are you guys leaving?"

"Yeah... we just had brunch with her..."

Fuck. What is going on?

Just a second ago, you're having a serious confrontation with your husband. You guys are about to talk about the situation between you two. Yes, it may not be the ideal 'talk' but it is a start. But then, here you are. Hannah arrived and stole his full attention. Literally, she have all his eyes and ears. You suddenly became a shadow.

Then you are also hearing Yoongi converse. You are hearing how is he when he's not alone with you. You are hearing a side of him that you are not familiar with. 'Fuck Y/N, stop it.' You say yourself

Maybe, you just need to stop. Just stop complaining about his attention and him not liking you. Maybe he is not the problem. Maybe.. it's you? They forced him to marry and got stucked with you. YOU are the problem. You are NOT the person he wanted to marry. You just got selected just because.

You are the problem. As always. Like what everybody says to you.

"I'll just email you my thoughts after..." Hannah says

"Why not discuss it now?" Yoongi suggests

"Hmm...but you're about to leave..." she glances at you

"It's okay." Yoongi then pulls out his phone and messages someone. "I asked Mr. Kim to come... wait for him... I'll be quick." He says to you

You look at him for a second before you turn your back on him. "Sure." You sound lifeless. You sounded like you've given up already.

"Y-yoongi... you're going to make her wait?" She whispers to him but you care definitely hear it

"Let's make it quick. I don't want to work over the weekend."

He's more worried of working on the weekend but not making you stay and wait all alone.

They start to walk away. You could see their reflection through the windows of the car.

They left you alone.

He left you alone.

Then as you are standing there, waiting for Mr. Kim to come back, you slightly bend over your torso, holding onto the yourself as soon as you felt a little uncomfortable feeling on your lower abdomen. It's not painful but it is a bit of discomfort.

"Fuck..." you hiss under your breathe.

You should be careful now. Atleast until it's fully confirmed. Yes, you are pregnant. Well, that's what the PT told you a few days ago.

You took the test, in your bathroom, scared and shaking like a twig. You have never felt this terrified in your life. Ever. And the freaking 3mins of waiting felt like forever whilst you are in there, sitting on the floor.

But yeah, after the torture of waiting, the test did show two lines. It was a faint but it is positive. And during that moment, your world suddenly stopped spinning. You had to gather your thoughts and emotion within the span of 30mins that you have. (Because your maid will enter your bathroom to help you get ready after 30mins). That was one other toture you had to endure. And to add more spice on this never ending problem is that you were all ALONE. You had no one to hold hands or hug for moral support.

You are, all by yourself.

After testing, you did processed the result in your mind and managed to get back right to reality and decide by yourself to be... okay. To take it as another good day. Because this is not something bad. It is a miracle. It's a life.

Though, you can't lie. It was a whirlwind of emotion. And you don't know what to feel yet about it. You are not even sure if you are able to share it with anyone, even Yoongi since you still need to see a doctor to really confirm it.

Confirmation.

You fucking need that final 'yes you are pregnant'. Because your further decisions in life will revovle around that one thing. Decisions that might affect this marriage and basically affect your whole life. So, you really have to find a way to get a doctor's appointment in secret. For now...

"Miss?" Mr. Kim arrives and sees you slouching, "Is everything alright?"

You turn around, stands up straight and smile. "Yes..."

"Are you hurt?" He asks

"I'm fine... but I just think... my stomach feels heavy a bit from eating... I did ate quite a bit." You lie.

"Okay, let me bring you home quick so you could rest." He says

"Thank you."

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[Yoongi's side]

Yoongi can't sleep. He got home earlier just an hour after Y/N got home. He asked the maids to call her, to have dinner with him, but unfortunately Y/N was already fast asleep.

He waited for her to wake up from what he thinks is just a quick nap. But whenever he asks the maid if she's up, they just shake their head and say sorry.

They fought. He thinks. It felt like they fought. It's his first time hearing her talk to him like that. She have been always timid and her patience with him is very long. However, she finally have had it.

How can you make your wife, who is clearly showing you that she's falling in love with you, start to hate you?

Well, Yoongi knows what he did and is doing to her. He is very controlling, cold and distant. And these are the traits that can't be part of your life especially of you are married. However, this is how he is. As a child no, but ever since the incident happen fifteen years ago, the trauma and the life he had to put through made him, This.

Outsiders might call him as the devil or the punisher of the Min Family because of all the work he is doing inside the office and outside. He is a fighter and his hands are always covered with blood. Though what he's doing is not a crime. The Min's business is not illegal. They control everything that they can do end everything that is illegal in the most legal way possible. If that makes sense.

They were just a business before. A typical rich family. But yeah, since what had happened to them years ago, they changed their rules and how they do it now.

And that's why Yoongi have this cold exterior. He needs to show to everyone who's watching him that he can't falter. That no one could try to even break him like how those monsters break his father. How those monster took them and made them hostages.

10 million. That's all it takes, for some uneducated humans do the most horrendous thing in this world. To hurt and kill an innocent child. A 16yrs old girl and a 14yr old boy.

Their parents were willing to give the money and even more, just for them to surrender their children. However, the fear in them when they know that the children saw their faces, made them decide to end it all.

Yuna, his older sister, sacrificed her life to save Yoongi. She is one brave young lady. She managed to push his brother just in time to fall on the edge, to roll down small hill and get away through the woods. She got shot and died on the spot. Yoongi saw everything but didn't had the time to grieve then and there because he had to survive yet. To run.

It took two more days before he was found. How he survived? No one knows. But since that day, the happy and cheerful little boy grew up and became the cold Yoongi everyone knows now.

He knows that what he have been through is not an excuse to treat his wife so coldy like this. She was only forced the marry him. She didn't even know him. Which is his fault as well because he didn't allow her to enter his bubble. Up to now...

However, through all the times that he have been with her little by little, as per his therapist's words, 'You are slowly breaking.' She said.

She said that before, whenever she asks him about his wife. He is usually nonchalant or indifferent. Like he's just talking about someone he randomly met. But then one day, the therapists said, she saw a glimpse of change in his eyes the moment she asks about his wife. His expression is the same but his eyes started to shift like he's thinking about it more before he speaks.

'You care. You just don't know how to show it' she said to him.

At first, When Yoongi heard that from his therapist, he got worried. Not because He is starting to have this feeling for his wife. No. His wife is never and will never be a bad thing that happened to his life. He is worried because, what if he breaks his cold exterious and somewhere out there in the world takes advantage of it and what happened years ago will happen again?

That is his only concern. That is why, he added more men. That's why Y/N can't leavr a house alone. That's why he always tracks her phone wherever she is. That's why he can't sleep without know if she is fine or not.

If only... he never had these issues, these traumas from the past, maybe... it's easier.

"Please... don't quit on me..." he says out loud as he closes his eyes, imagining the smiling face of his wife. "Don't... leave me..." he mutters

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After what it seems like a very, very long day for you you're finally home. You are so tired that the first thing you did after getting changed is sleep. It feels like this is the longest you've slept in like forever.

You keep turning and waking up every now and then but your body kept forcing you to not wake up. It's like its telling you that you needed this. After all of the worrying you have been having these past few days. This sleep is for you.

But then maybe after hour five of sleeping, you felt something cold touch your skin. It didn't sting. It oddly felt good.

Slowly opening your eyes, you see a blurred figure in front of you. He's so close that you could actually smell his scent. The smell of baby powder.

"Yoongi?" You ask softly as your eyes slowly adjusted to the little light of your lamp shade. But no one answered back. You then rub your eyes to wake yourself up a bit more. Just to be surez you saw what you saw.

No one. There's no one there.

"Did I... just dream about him?" You ask, looking at the ceiling. "But I swear..." you trail off. "How funny... even in my dream... I see him..."

But you swear you smelled his scent. Your imagination of him is getting stronger. Your memory of him is getting move vivid. Even the smell now. That's how longing you are of him.

You miss him. Even though he is there  you miss him. Oddly, you miss the time that both of you are just sitting down together in his home office and just reading. You miss casually asking him questions. You miss hearing him talk even though he's talking about his work and not to you. You miss him even though you just saw him earlier. Even though... he hurt you.

His scent. The scent you really, really like. His smell whenever you two have sex. It's not strong but it's there. Whenever you close your eyes and drift away from the high, you know you are okay as long as you could smell and hear him.

Fuck. Is this how being in love is?

Just thinking about him makes you want to cry. You are frustrated at him but at the same time frustrated to yourself as well. Why is communicating is so hard? You know that's the issue. Both of you are not good with talking nor expressing yourselves. Well, that's what Taehyun told you earlier.

Yeah, you went on a side trip earlier before going home, to meet your friend at his work. You needed someone to talk to and you know Taehyung is always there ready to listen to you.

You poured your heart out earlier, crying and all. You were sorry for disturbing him at work but you needed that cry and that hug. You had to told him your feelings about Yoongi. You have to say it out loud for you to truely understand the situation and yourself.

You needed someone's opinion to point out the obvious so it could stick in to your brain.

Growing up to a family where your opinion does not matter took a toll on you as well. Especially to an adoptive family. A family that only needed you for money.

To them, you always feel left out and does not deserve a voice. They always tell you that they only gave you a roof above your head and food to eat because you are what they needed. A piggy bank.

Your parents died in an accident years ago, when you are just 12yrs old. There was a police chase in the highway that rainy day. Every one is on high alert and giving way. But well, the criminals weren't exactly running away and trying to avoid cars. They hit quite a few vehicles during the chase and one of them was your parent's. The crash caused an explosion, killing them in an instant.

And like any drama stories on TV, yout aunt took you in because of your parent's insurance. They are not big but it is a decent amount. However, they could not actually touch it since it is saved for your education that's why the first month of you staying with them was torture. They beat you, make you work and starve you from time to time because they said, 'you don't deserve to eat unless you work for it'.

One reason why starving yourself was easy for you when you need to.

But then things changed a bit when someone knocked on the door one day and gave your adoptive parents a good amount of money. You remember the man saying 'this is for the trouble and lost we caused your family during our battle for saving our children.' You do remember you aunt, being a good actress that day, crying and all. You even saw them be in a good mood. Everyday because of that money. So since then, whenever you have a part time job or one good seasonal job, you save up and give it to them.

You do this not because you want them to be happy. You do this because you wanted peace for yourself. They will not hurt you if you give them what they need.

This is one reason too why you accepted this marriage. Even though, you know you will have trials too. But atleast you know, no one is going to hurt you physically anymore.

Though, you are having troubles now too.... it is still different. Like you said, it is the communication.

Is it all Yoongi's fault? No. Taehyung said that maybe, since I'm very submissive and him being very dominant, grew up giving orders or not listening to anyone because he is who he is, it affected the talking part in the relationship. Though he cannot say that it is a hundred percent fact. Because he explain, everyone have different stories of growing up and these affects every facet of their whole being when they get old.

Well, that's what you got from all his talk. Half of it, you are numb from all the crying and can't hear properly.

Though that talk with Taehyung,you needed that. Now all you have to do is talk to Yoongi.

If.... you have the courage too.

It is so hard to start a conversation not knowing how he feels about you. It is scary and a risk. But you are hoping it will turn out good especially now that you are expecting.

"Oh, right! The result!" You got up immediately and grab your phone.

You visited Taehyung in the hospital and he got to help you get a blood test to confirm. You forgot to talk to him about the result because you two are busy with doing friend therapy. He said, he'll just email you the result.

But then as you were scrolling scrolling through your emails your stomach growls. "I'm hungry..." you mumble and pause. "Taehyung said that if I am really pregnant... I need to eat properly now..."

And you haven't eaten dinner since you just slept since you came home. You need to eat.

Looking at the time it's pass 10pm already. Everyone must be asleep now or getting to bed so you must go and make yourself food yourself.

"Just one toast." You say as you push your blanket away. "Or two..."

You walk along the hallways as quietly as you can and then take the stairs instead of the elevator, going to the upper ground, so you could not disturb anyone.

There is still minimal light coming from the kitchen area. 'Maybe someone is still there?' You thought to yourself and hoping it is one of the maids so they could help you grab the things in the pantry. Since you don't really know how they organize it.

But then the second you turn to the corner, to enter the doorway

"Ah!" You hit your head first at something. Or at someone

Then after collecting yourself from bumping on someone, you look up to see who it was. "Sorry, I wasn't looking at--"

Fuck! It's not Yoongi nor anyone of the staff.

You tried to run back and scream but it was too late. He was quick to cover your mouth with a cloth. A scented cloth. The smell quickly pierced your nostrils and immediately made you feel dizzy and sleepy.

You are barely awake but you know he carried you over his shoulder. You could see the floor and the lights slowly to flicker. You are about to loose it.

'Help... Someone.... Yoongi... please...' You say to yourself before totally loosing consciousness.

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[btsugarush]

Hide & Seek | myg (m.list)

❝do you find me sadistic?❞

summary: desperate to rid yourself of crime and murder for the sake of your unborn child, you escape your mafia husband and start fresh with a new man and new identity; but just as life seemed perfect, your former husband shows you that he isn’t too keen on letting you go. you didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?

pairings: mafia boss!yoongi x f!reader, kim taehyung x f!reader.

warnings: smut, violence, blood and gore, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, tattooed!yoongi, gunplay, use of guns/swords, dom!yoongi, manipulation, abuse, drugs, decapitation, possessive behavior, kidnapping, angst, murder, strong language, torture, 18+, minors dni.

author’s note: oop, another one. hope the anons get mad like it truly affects their life and send hate. anyway my favorite movie in the whole world is kill bill, and when i saw this image of yoongi with a sword it gave me kill bill vibes, so yanno i had to do that for the one time.

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[wildestdreamsblog]

Latibule: II

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which you didn’t know who he truly was- until it was too late. Or in which he found heaven in you.

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: don’t do tag list my loves. Thank u for showing love to this fic, and also! Leave a comment and reblog

Masterlist, Latibule I

“Who’s that handsome man, dear?” Your elderly neighbor asked you as she peeked over your shoulder to look at the man who just wouldn’t tell you his name. He was trailing behind you, his face showing his apparent displeasure at having to wake up early in the morning. He detested the sun and he glared at the sky like it did him dirty. Who the fuck was sane enough to wake up at five in the morning?

Definitely not him.

You crinkled your nose at your neighbor. Handsome? Sure he was. But his grumpy attitude annoyed you and it did outweigh his good looks. You didn’t even know why you agreed on him staying- not that he asked. Yet when you inquired if he was in danger and he nodded his head, you agreed without another thought.

You wouldn’t turn away someone who was seeking solace.

You knew what it was like.

Additionally, it was as though you didn’t even have a roommate. What you seemed to have acquired was your very own shadow who just wouldn’t leave you alone. In his defense though, he was trying to have a read on you. It didn’t make sense to him that you were living alone. Yoongi wasn’t blind. He could see that you were an attractive woman who somehow had peculiar habits.

Like walking at night in the dark. Or looking at the stars every night without fail. Or the fact that you hadn’t kicked him out despite his unpleasant attitude.

Which you were seriously considering right now.

The man looked at you with brows raised as though anticipating how you would explain his existence in your life to which you merely rolled your eyes and smiled at him with contempt.

“That’s-“ you started as you gestured at him with your arms full of groceries that he never even offered to lift himself, “That’s a full-time problem and the human form of nuisance.”

You offered her a kind smile as she blinked in confusion at what you said. Meanwhile, he looked affronted by what you said.

Him? A nuisance? A full-time problem?

His enemies had insulted him less than you did and they all ended up getting tortured. Yet you had the audacity and courage to call him names that belonged to kindergarten.

Your neighbor frowned, confusion glinting in her eyes. “I’m sorry, dear. I’m afraid I heard you incorrectly.”

“Oh, I said he’s an extremely problemati-“

“Hi, ahjumma,” he walked closer to the two of you, his face painted with a charming smile as he extended his hand to her. Suddenly, he was a different person. This two-faced asshole, you thought to yourself. “I’m her-“

“-problem,” you whispered behind him.

“-her cousi-“

“-her nuisance,” you mumbled behind him once again.

“I’m her first love and I’m here to marry her,” he said with a grin so wide you could see his adorable gummy smile.

Wait. What?

Adorable?

First love?

Marry????

You turned your head so abruptly that your hair whipped on his face as soon as the two of you arrived at your home. You got into his space, your now empty hands pushing him against the door. He couldn’t even defend himself because you forced him to carry the groceries because he should be a good as fuck boyfriend. Yoongi gulped when he met your eyes filled with storm. And strangely, he felt his heart skipped a beat. It never did that- not when he was staring at the barrel of his enemies’ gun, not when he was looking at the chief of police, not when he was literally dying outside your house. Never.

But now that he was looking at your eyes, it strangely skipped a beat. It wasn’t as though he didn’t spend majority of his time observing you, or watching you wander in the dark at night, or following you out in the shadows when you took your evening walks. However, he never really spent time really looking into your eyes. It was only now that he realized your forehead had little sparse of faded wounds.

He tilted his head in perplexity. You were hurt. You were hurt so deep it left a scar…like his.

“What the fuck was that?!” You hissed at the nameless man. You looked up to glare at him only to find him putting the carrot in between the two of you as though in defense. “Did you hit your head during the accident? No, right? So why then did you spew out the worst lie ever known to mankind?!”

He gulped when you stepped closer to him. For someone so small, you sure did have a lot of anger in you. “I merely adjusted to what happened accordingly because what you were about to say would sound suspicious!” He replied in defense, the pack of sugar joining the raised carrot as an added barricade to your anger.

“I was about to say you were my cousin!”

“No. I clearly heard you said I am your problem.”

You nodded, seeing no issue in that. “That, too. A cousin and a problem!”

“Well, now I’m your boyfriend.”

“Fake.”

“Yup,” he agreed with a pop before smiling at you innocently. “Telling her that I’m merely a cousin will be a complication that I do not fucking need. For starters, I look nothing like you.”

You squinted your eyes at him, “Is that an insult?”

He nodded without hesitating. “Yes. Obviously. For starters, I’m prettier than you. Have you seen your skin? Have you seen how white and smooth my skin is?”

Taking the deepest breath known to mankind, you sighed before going straight to your kitchen. “Yes, fine,” you shouted in a deadpanned voice, having enough of this man’s incredulous statement. “You have a good skin. White skin. In fact, your skin is too fair that your name is now Suga.”

His face darkened as soon as you renamed him. He was stalking to the kitchen without any thought ready to fight you. “You will not call me Suga! You do not-“

“Shut your mouth and slice these carrots!”

Yoongi couldn’t sleep. He had always been a light sleeper. Or maybe, he just suffered from insomnia that he was used to staying up all night. Or also, maybe it was because the littlest sound could set him off just like now. These were all why he found it peculiar how he was able to sleep peacefully, albeit injured and fighting for his goddamn life, in your bed a few weeks back. God, he missed sleeping in your bed. The sofa sucked. And he hated it with a vengeance.

He watched you from the sofa he had made his bed. You were walking in the dark once again. Seriously, how difficult was it to turn on the light? Were you that considerate to walk around blindly in the dark just to not wake him up?

He watched you with his feline eyes, following your every movement. You made it seemed that you already memorized every turns in this house, and maybe you did. Yet what you didn’t anticipate was the chair he failed to return at the rightful place and with that, you fell to the ground.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you rubbed you forearm that took the most and painful hit. You almost jumped when light flooded the small living room with Yoongi looking unimpressed as he stood near the switch, his dark hair swept back from his face. From the looks of it, it did not seem like you disturbed his sleep.

“You do know we have electricity, right?” His deep voice asked in a mocking tone. “You know how to turn this on, right? If not I can teach you. You just press this gently or not, depends on your mood, really,” he explained like you were a child, even going so far as conducting a demonstration.

You glared up at him so hard from your position on the floor, wishing that your irritation at him could somehow turn into weapon and disintegrate him. “I know we have electricity because I pay for it!”

He smiled indulgently at you as he nodded his head, “And I thank you for your service. Now,” he trailed off as he walked to you, crouching down and resting his arms on his spread knees. “Does it hurt?”

“Nothing hurts more than looking at you,” you snapped back as he inspected your forearm without asking.

He hummed in agreement. He raised his dark brow when he saw the redness forming on your skin, “I know. It’s because my beauty shines too bright.”

You looked heavenward and groaned at his audacity. You were starting to question what you did wrong in this lifetime that you were burdened with this full-time problem. “What are you doing up at this hour, angel?”

“I was thirsty.”

He rolled his eyes before he unceremoniously pulled you up with him. But then…he was too close. He was so close that your front brushed up against his. So close that you could feel the heat emitting from his body. You spent the first week trying to keep him alive and after that, you spent it regretting your choice.

You really hadn’t looked at him for quite some time now. But now, this close and you could see him- all his perfections and imperfections. This close and you could see how he could looked so menacing, could see the lingering madness in his eyes and the swirling darkness in him.

And then you wondered how he came to be who he was. You wondered what made a man such as him to keep so much anger in him.

And while you were busy analyzing him, he was consumed by you. Notwithstanding his unparalleled intelligence, he did not, for the life of him, take his time to analyze why having you in his proximity calmed the demons in him.

He didn’t take his time to wonder why touching you calmed him. And instead, he opened his mouth to spew out another nonsense to you.

“You’re looking at me like you wish I’m your real fiancée,” he stated in a teasing way. His hand snaked on the small of your back, pulling you abruptly closer to his front. He was smirking as he leaned in, his hot breath tickling your ear. “You wish I was yours, don’t you?”

To which, you kicked his shin and stalked to your room, uncaring of his pained hiss. You locked the door for good measure.

It wasn’t much of a surprise that you woke up hours later with parched throat. Sighing, you opened your bedside lamp only to find a glass of water.

D-did that asshole put it there?

Latibule III

[pennyellee]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐗 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

LACRIMOSA | MYG MAFIA YANDERE AU

pairings: mafia leader!yoongi x f!reader

genre: mafia!au, yandere au, historical au

summary: Their interlocking gaze served as a butterfly effect on his heart, stirring it to the core. She, in turn, only dreams to find a way to escape. But perchance, over time she might forcefully learn to love the man who has taken so much from her.

Thus unfolds a twisted tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of life and death. The music reverberated through the dimly-lit streets. Tears of sorrow, weeping symphony - reflects the hurt, the scars that linger deep within and the wounds that never healed. Lacrimosa.

chapter warnings (preview only): minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, yandere, implied age gap, hoseok-sshi being tired of yoongi, …

beta read by @chaoticpuff17

word count: 646

release date: 7/12/24

disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone.

author’s note: WELL AT LAST INNIT? Y'all I swear I’m as impatient to put this out but also so nervous. This is the longest chapter of Lacrimosa to this date and there is a reason. A lot is going to happen here and in part two. That’s why I decided to split this into two parts, and perhaps if this would be only one part I would have to write “the end” which I’m still not contemptuous with soooo yeah. But this has been such a long ride and looking at the almost 300 pages long document I’m sitting here like damn. The first draft of Lacrimosa can be traced back to 2021 and I can’t believe we are almost at the end of it all.

ANYWAY - for those who asked a lot about Y/N’s and Yoongi’s age gap, kudos for your patience. Also, I have another fic that is setted in the world of champagne confetti [now i’ll know if you’re actually reading these notes hihi] of which preview will come, probably this week too, or maybe the next one, again, very excited to push it out finally AND, yes to all of you if you’re still reading this note - CHAMPAGNE CONFETTI [now you just looked up to see what i’m talking about right] will come around as soon as i’m finished with UNI this year. If yall be good I can pull out a preview out of my sleeve for Christmas. SO, see you all on 7/12/24, the usual time :))))

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“You don’t just do that without having something bigger planned.”

Seokjin’s eyes flickered to observe Yoongi’s reaction to their brother’s words. “He is right, Yoongi. She has always been emotional, and driven by her heart. But this—" He shook his head. “It’s different.”

Jimin shifted in his seat, looking between the men, the concern in his eyes growing.

Hoseok stood straighter, his expression softening as he spoke with conviction. “She had a choice. She could have walked away or stayed neutral, but instead, she chose to act. And what she did, Yoongi, was not just for herself. It was for all of us. For you. Do not dare to doubt her loyalty, when she worked hard to finally be contemptuous here!”

Jungkook, his voice quieter than usual, spoke up listening to Hoseok’s words. “She did what she had to do. And whatever her reasons are, I trust her.” His gaze met Yoongi’s. “You should, too.”

Yoongi’s expression hardened, trying to keep his emotions in check. His mind raced, the weight of everything that had happened in the past hours pressing down on him.

Taehyung’s voice broke through the silence once again, more serious than usual.

“She has changed—” Yoongi exhaled sharply, his mind still reeling. “I just need to understand why. Why now? Why this?” His voice dropped to a near whisper, the vulnerability slipping through despite his best efforts to hide it. His heart... his heart wanted to believe in her, wanted to believe she was doing this out of devotion, not manipulation.

“Of course, she has changed!” Hoseok’s frustration was bubbling at this point. "You were nine when she was born," he continued the quiet force in his voice, not backing down.

“Nine years, Yoongi. You have had that much more time to figure things out. To live your life, to become who you are now. She did not have that—” Yoongi’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. The truth was there, raw and unfiltered, and it stung.

“She had three pathetic years to enjoy what life can be and then she went to be your wife.” He took a breath, trying to steady himself. Y/N had spent so much of her life suffocated by the things that had shaped her, by the violence and manipulation that had plagued her existence long before she ever crossed paths with him.

The silence that followed was thick, the air heavy with unspoken emotions.

His voice was quieter than it had been, softer, as he spoke the words he wasn’t sure he was ready to say. “I just… I need to—”

“Even if she is plotting some grand escape, we will stop her, Yoongi.” Yoongi’s head snapped up at the interruption, his eyes narrowing at Hoseok’s words. For a moment, Yoongi’s chest tightened, the idea of Y/N plotting against him threatening to undo everything he’d been trying to hold together.

He stepped forward, his hand resting gently on Yoongi’s shoulder, an attempt to ground him in the present. “You all are too busy doubting her, instead of trusting her.” Yoongi flinched slightly at the rawness in Hoseok’s tone. He had been too caught up in his own doubts to truly see the bigger picture.

“Maybe you are right,” Yoongi muttered, his voice low, almost to himself. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling back to the surface.

“She is not running, Yoongi. She is not playing you. What is happening now is what happens when you have been given enough time to think.” Hoseok’s gaze softened, his expression becoming more contemplative.

For the first time in a long time, Yoongi allowed himself to take a breath, to breathe out the doubt, and let himself hold onto the belief that maybe, just maybe she was done fighting him for good.

“I genuinely hope that you are right, Hoseok-sshi.”

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coming soon

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[chaoticpuff17]

Amygdala

masterlist

part 18

Namjoon’s showing up at the restaurant had not been a part of Margot’s plan, and Yoongi’s resulting reaction had been a less than ideal outcome to their outing.

The ride back to the penthouse was tense and silent, Yoongi’s hand’s clenched around the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckled turned white. The entire interaction at the restaurant had left him with a vein in his forehead throbbing so badly that Margot was half afraid that it was about to burst. The other worry that kept playing through her head was that he was going to turn the car around and punch Namjoon in the face.

Despite the dark cloud that remained around him the entire journey back to the penthouse, Yoongi didn’t say a word the entire time. The entirety of his focus remained on the road. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing Margot had yet to see. She hoped for everyone involved that it wouldn’t blow up in their faces, but from what she knew of Yoongi, if he was still anything like the Yoongi that she had known, it didn’t bode well for any of them that he was stewing in his anger.

Yoongi’s anger had always run cold. He didn’t react rashly. If he was going to retaliate for the incident today, it would be well thought out, and he would strike where it hurt. It was the disadvantage to Yoongi’s particular brand of anger. At least when someone lashed out in the moment, it was over without any time for them to plan out something worse, but Yoongi would think through the cause of his anger and the target of it and find exactly what would hurt most when he retaliated.

Margot hoped that he wouldn’t strike back, but she also knew he was unlikely to forget what had happened.

She had started coming up with contingency plans the moment he’d shoved her into the car. She wasn’t confident that any of them would work, but she at least had contingency plans if she needed them which she had the very distinct feeling that she would. Placating had worked to get him out of the restaurant without any punches being thrown, and she was hoping that it would work again once they made it back to the penthouse. If there was anything that Margot had experience in, it was the art of placating people.

Growing up, her own parents had been constantly at odds with one another, and it had been Margot and her sister’s jobs to help smooth things over. It hadn’t worked in the long term, their parents deciding to split up when Margot was in high school, but she couldn’t help but think that that had been for the best. The pair had had a penchant to ruin anything they touched including their own lives and their children’s, but the skill of smoothing over turbulent emotions which was going to server her very well if she planned on surviving Yoongi and his delusions.

Yoongi continued in his seething silence as they arrived back at their building. Silently, he dragged her out of the car and to the elevator which had turned out to be a horribly awkward ride as Yoongi remained silent the entire time, quietly fuming and adding onto Margot’s anxiety.

The silence was slowly killing her, but she was too afraid of what would follow once it was broken. She didn’t know what Yoongi was thinking, but her own wild imagination had come to the conclusion that it was something horrible. Yoongi’s tight grip on her hand hadn’t helped to ease her anxiety either. His grip was almost bruising in its intensity as though he was afraid that she would slip away from him the moment that he let go. To his credit, that particular fear wasn’t all that delusional. If Margot had had her way, she would have run for the hills already.

As they entered the penthouse, Yoongi slammed the door behind him, one of the few outward signs of his current dark mood, and released Margot’s wrist as he stalked into the kitchen. Here in his own space Margot noted that he looked less like the predator and more like a puffed up kitten.

Slowly, Margot followed him into the kitchen tentatively calling out to him with the modicum of confidence that had returned to her.

All thoughts of Yoongi looking like an angry kitten quickly fled as he turned his gaze towards her. He hadn’t looked at her since dragging her out of the restaurant, and she was frozen in place by what she saw in them. She didn’t think that she’d ever seen such anger in Yoongi’s eyes, not even when he had realized that she was trying to flee from him. Yes, he had been angry then, but something about this was different. This held something darker and more territorial, and it was narrowed in on her.

Before she could react, Yoongi was striding back across the kitchen towards her, reaching her in only seconds. His hands came up to frame her face, eyes searching for something there though she didn’t know what.

They stood there for what felt like ages, Yoongi’s gaze focused in on Margot and Margot staring back in wide eyed apprehension until finally Yoongi spoke.

“I didn’t like seeing his hands on you.”

“Namjoon’s hands?” She asked, speaking slowly and carefully as though to a feral animal. She wasn’t entirely sure that Yoongi wasn’t one in this situation.

“Don’t.” Yoongi hissed, thumb brushing across her cheek bone in a motion far gentler than his tone. “Don’t say his name.”

“He’s just a friend.” She kept her tone even and placating still uneasy by Yoongi and his actions.

“He wants to take you away from me.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Don’t patronize me, Mari-ah. I know what he wants to do. I saw the way he tried to play hero.” Yoongi’s hands fell away from her, one of them running through his hair in a hurried motion that left the strands falling in all directions.

“He’s a cop.” Margot pointed out. “Playing hero is literally part of the job.”

“I saw the way he looked at you.”

She scoffed at that. As nice as Namjoon was and as much as Tae-il might like for her to date a young man just like him if not Namjoon himself, nothing had happened between them apart from the fake date he’d taken her on to get her out of talking to Yoongi that one evening.

“And how does he look at me?” She asked, crossing her arms under her chest and waiting for Yoongi to answer.

He scowled, crossing his own arms over his chest. “You know how he looks at you.”

“He’s a friend, nothing more.”

Yoongi chuckled, a twisted little smile on his lips though the expression had no joy in it, only bitterness. “He’s a man, Mari-ah, and you are a beautiful woman.”

“You’re jealous.”

He bristled at that, his whole body tightening up at the accusation. “I have nothing to be jealous over. You’re my woman, and he can’t have you.”

“I’m not your woman or anyone else’s for that matter.” she pointed out. “You kidnapped me. That doesn’t make me your woman. Technically speaking it makes me your prisoner.”

Yoongi’s gaze narrowed, his jaw clenched. “You’re mine, jagiya. You were mine the moment I laid eyes on you again.���

She sighed deeply, tucking a stay strand behind her ear. “That’s not how that works, Yoongi. You don’t get to unilaterally decide we’re in a relationship just because you want us to be in one.”

Yoongi paused, looking at her strangely as though her words were too ridiculous to comprehend. “Jagiya, this is forever. What we have will be forever.”

“We don’t have anything.”

He sighed deeply. This was an argument he had a nagging feeling they would continue to have until Margot gave up her delusions of leaving.

“What we have is everything, jagi. I love you, and you love me.”

She spluttered out a noise that was more of a squack than anything else at that. “I certainly do not!”

“Jagi…” The warning was clear in his tone, but Margot proceeded on, all previous caution thrown to the wind in favor of her current indignation.

“You can’t just decide that I love you even if you have lost your damn mind! You are a fully grown man not some delulu twelve year old! You have to realize how crazy you sound!”

“Mari-ah.” he cautioned again not liking where this was going at all.

“I would literally rather step on glass again than be here with you!”

Yoongi’s gaze hardened, his jaw set as he fought to reign in his own growing temper. “That’s enough, Mari-ah.”

“I would be lucky if Namjoon wanted to take me away from you! At least he’s not fucking delusional!”

Yoongi cut her off, one hand reaching out lightning quick pulling her in by the back of her neck as he ducked down to press his lips to hers.

A small “eep” escaped Margot at the unexpectedness of the action, and she stood there frozen as Yoongi’s lips moved fervently against her own. It was passionate and frenetic. It was both jealous and tender, conveying all of the emotion that Yoongi didn’t have the words to say in that moment.

Yoongi had certainly been touchy before since coming back into her life, but he had never crossed the line towards intimacy like this. She knew his intentions. He’d made them more than clear especially after kidnapping her from her home, but he had not acted on any of his delusions in such an intimate way until now, and Margot didn’t quite know what to do with herself.

It wasn’t as though she’d never been kissed before. She had, but she’d never been kissed by Yoongi, and that had been something of a dream of hers back in her college days. Her crush on Yoongi had been a dream that she had let slip away as the years went by and had been completely crushed as soon as he’d walked back into her life as a delusional criminal. As much as her mind knew that this was wrong that it wasn’t what she wanted, another part of her that was still that girl from college was swooning.

No one had ever kissed her like this before. No one had ever kissed her with such passions, such need. He held her as though she was something precious, as though she was going to slip away if he moved even an inch away, and the part of her that was a romantic swooned a little more at that, but as Yoongi pulled away, resting his forehead against hers as they both caught their breath, the part of her that knew who and what he was took over.

She brought her hands up to grip his wrists, gently beginning to pull his hands away from her and was mortified to realize her hands were shaking as she did.

“Enough, Mari-ah.” He rasped, staring deeply into her eyes as he did. She opened her mouth to say something, but Yoongi shook his head, stopping her before she could get a word out. “I can take a lot, Mari, but I can’t listen to you say you hate me. I can’t listen to you say how you would prefer another man. Please, Mari-ah.”

She nodded dumbly, still a little dazed from the suddenness of his actions and a little taken aback by the vulnerability in his eyes. In that daze, it suddenly hit Margot that he was entirely serious. He couldn’t stand to hear her talk about Namjoon as an option. He couldn’t stand to hear her say she hated him. He might have been delusional about her feelings, but his own were one hundred percent genuine. He actually had feelings for her.

She had thought that every declaration of love, every affectionate gesture had been a product of his delusions. She had assumed, or rather hoped, that with time he would snap out of his delusions. He would realize that he didn’t know her any more, that he certainly didn’t know her well enough to be in love with her, but that wasn’t the case.

Staring into his eyes in that moment with him staring back into hers, Margot had the horrible sinking realization that Min Yoongi was deeply, madly in love with her.

“Fuck.”

[smileyoongle]

Want You to Want Me (Mafia!BTS Reaction to you being the rival’s daughter/sister || Members 4/7)

A/N: Hey guys, after years and years of playing hide 'n' seek with you all, I'm back! I know a lot of your are probably mad but here is an apology for you. This is the second half of this reaction that you guys were dying to read. I'm so sorry but ilysm so have fun :D

Warnings: Explicit content, includes a hell lotta sexual tension and intimacy. Proceed at your own risk!

Min Yoongi:

The night air was crisp and chill as you stood before the towering gates of Min Yoongi's mansion, the weight of your desperation heavy in your chest. The guards, recognizing you as the daughter of their boss's rival, regarded you with wary eyes.

"Miss, I'm sorry, but we can't let you in," one of the guards stated firmly, his tone tinged with sympathy.

You felt a surge of panic, knowing each moment delayed put your father at greater risk. "Please," you pleaded, your voice trembling. "My father's been kidnapped. I need to speak to Mr. Min. It's a matter of life and death."

The guards exchanged uncertain glances, unsure how to handle your unexpected request. Finally, one of them reluctantly agreed to seek Yoongi's permission.

Minutes stretched into eternity until the guard returned, his expression guarded as he nodded silently and gestured for you to follow. Heart pounding, you stepped through the imposing doors into the opulent foyer where Yoongi awaited.

As he stood there, a figure of quiet authority, his gaze piercing as he recognized you, Yoongi's mind briefly flashed back to that lavish party months ago. He remembered the swirl of opulence, the clink of glasses, and the murmur of conversation that had momentarily paused as you entered the room.

In that moment, you had stood out to him—not just because you were the daughter of his rival, but because of your undeniable beauty. Your presence had been a breath of fresh air amidst the sea of familiar faces, your innocence and grace drawing his attention like a moth to flame.

He recalled how he had watched you from across the room, captivated by the way you moved with a quiet confidence that belied your youth. Thoughts of you had lingered in his mind long after the party had ended, your image haunting his thoughts in quiet moments and sparking a curiosity that he couldn't quite shake.

Now, as he stood before you once more, Yoongi's gaze held a hint of that remembered fascination, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected connection fate had woven between the two of you amidst the tangled web of their families' rivalry.

A flicker of something unreadable crossed Yoongi's face before he composed himself, his features softening imperceptibly. "What brings you here, risking so much to seek my help?" he inquired, his voice gentle yet probing.

Summoning your courage, you explained your father's plight, the urgency in your voice betraying your fear and determination. "My father's been taken," you managed, your voice steadying with resolve. "I know you don’t owe us anything, but please, Mr. Min... He's all I have left. I beg you to help him."

Yoongi's gaze held yours, considering your plea with a measured silence. Finally, he spoke, his tone softer than expected. "Call me Yoongi," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "And tell me, what can you offer in return for my help?"

You hesitated, weighing your options. "Anything," you replied earnestly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do anything you ask."

A thoughtful hum escaped Yoongi as he closed the distance between you, his presence commanding yet strangely comforting. "I'd like to take you out," he confessed quietly, his gaze searching yours for a reaction.

Surprised by the simplicity of his request, you couldn't help but question, "Is that all you want?"

Yoongi's smile widened slightly, a rare expression of amusement. "For now," he replied, his tone teasing yet sincere. "I'm tempted to ask for more, but I wouldn't want to scare you away so soon. Let's start with that."

Relief flooded through you, mingled with a tinge of curiosity and apprehension about what lay ahead. "Okay," you agreed, unable to hide the blush that painted your cheeks and the way your heart fluttered in your chest. "I'll go out with you."

As you made your decision, Yoongi's demeanor shifted quickly. He began issuing swift orders to his attentive guards, his authority in stark contrast to the gentle smile he had shown moments before. Watching him take command with such effortless control, you couldn't help but feel a newfound admiration for the man others painted as a ruthless figure.

Amidst the orchestrated chaos of Yoongi's mansion, you found yourself drawn to him in ways you hadn't expected. The kindness he had shown you now mingled with the formidable presence that commanded respect from everyone around him. You wondered how such complexity could exist in one person—how the world could brand him a monster when all you had witnessed was compassion and strength.

As you followed Yoongi through the bustling corridors, a sense of anticipation and uncertainty settled within you. You knew that stepping into his world meant navigating treacherous waters, but in that moment, you were willing to take the risk. For your father's sake, and perhaps for your own curiosity about the enigmatic man who had agreed to help you.

Jung Hoseok:

Under the dim glow of the city lights, the night had turned dangerous, and you found yourself under attack by an unknown adversary. Fear coiled in your chest until Jung Hoseok, one of the most powerful mafia leaders and your family's long-standing rival, appeared like a guardian angel, effortlessly pulling you from the brink of danger and into the safety of his arms.

As he drove you away from the danger, the tension between you was palpable, thick with unspoken words and the weight of your shared history. You had known Hoseok since childhood, your families locked in a bitter rivalry that had shaped your lives in ways neither of you could escape. Yet, amidst the animosity, there had always been a mutual respect and a silent understanding of each other's strengths and vulnerabilities.

"Why did you risk everything for me?" you finally managed to ask, your voice a fragile thread in the otherwise heavy silence of the car.

Hoseok glanced at you briefly, his expression guarded before softening with a rare vulnerability. His hands tightened slightly on the wheel, betraying the turmoil within him as he struggled to find the right words. "Because I couldn't stand the thought of you being in danger," he admitted finally, his voice laced with raw emotion. "And because... I've realized that I care about you more than I should."

His confession hung in the air, the weight of his words sinking in as you processed the depth of what he was revealing. The realization of his feelings for you, buried beneath years of rivalry and unspoken desires, left you breathless and unsure of how to respond.

"I... I never knew," you confessed softly, your voice tinged with a mix of surprise and a hint of longing.

Hoseok's gaze softened, a faint smile ghosting his lips as he focused on the road ahead. "Our families have kept us apart," he murmured, his tone tinged with regret. "But tonight, when I thought I was gonna lose you…I couldn’t hide this anymore."

The car came to a stop in front of your house, the familiar sight of home contrasting sharply with the strange emotions swirling within you. Hoseok turned to you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of understanding or acceptance.

"This is where I leave you," he said quietly, his voice heavy with resignation.

You met his gaze, emotions roiling within you as you struggled to make sense of them. "No," you blurted out suddenly, the words escaping before you could fully process them.

Hoseok's brows furrowed in surprise, his gaze searching yours for clarity. "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." you began, your voice trembling with uncertainty yet fortified by newfound determination. "I can't let you go. Not like this."

A flicker of hope sparked in Hoseok's eyes, his features softening with a mixture of surprise and relief. "But you know the risks," he cautioned softly, his voice filled with both caution and a burning passion.

You nodded, tears shimmering in your eyes as you reached out to touch his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw with trembling fingers. "I know," you whispered, your voice filled with conviction. "But I can't ignore what I feel either."

Hoseok's breath caught at your touch, his heart racing as he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours. "Then come with me," he urged, his voice husky with emotion. "Let me keep you safe."

In that vulnerable moment, surrounded by the echoes of your families' bitter feud and the uncertainty of your future, you made a choice— your lips embracing his in a sweet kiss that sealed your fate forever.

Park Jimin:

Jimin leaned heavily against the crumbling wall, his shirt stained crimson where the bullet had grazed his shoulder. He watched you warily as you tore a strip of cloth from your skirt, the tension between you palpable.

"This is your fault," Jimin muttered through gritted teeth, his voice laced with pain and accusation.

Your eyes flashed with indignation as you knelt beside him, your movements brisk and efficient despite your anger. "My fault?" you shot back, your voice sharp and cutting. "If you hadn’t insisted on taking charge—"

"We wouldn’t be in this mess!" Jimin retorted sharply, his dark eyes blazing with frustration.

You scoffed, tying the makeshift bandage around his shoulder with forceful movements. "Don't play the victim, Jimin. You knew the risks."

Jimin winced as you tightened the bandage, his jaw clenched in pain. "And what about you?" he challenged, pushing himself upright with a hiss of discomfort. "Running headfirst into danger like you’re invincible?"

"I was trying to salvage what little peace we have left," you snapped, standing abruptly and tossing the bloodied cloth aside. "Not that you'd understand."

Jimin’s gaze hardened as he pushed off the wall, advancing towards you with purposeful strides. "You're reckless," he accused, stopping just short of invading your personal space.

Your pulse quickened as you met his intense gaze, your defiance wavering slightly under the weight of his presence. "You're one to talk about recklessness," you shot back, your voice lowering with suppressed anger.

"What was that?" Jimin demanded, closing the distance until you could feel the heat of his body against yours.

"I said," you swallowed hard, your voice trembling with a mix of fury and desire, "maybe if you weren't so obsessed with power, we wouldn’t be in this mess."

Jimin’s eyes darkened, a dangerous glint flickering in their depths. He reached out, his hand cupping your jaw with a possessiveness that both infuriated and excited you. "Obsessed with power?" he growled, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "And what are you, then? The innocent victim?"

Your breath caught in your throat as his thumb traced your lower lip, sending shivers down your spine. "Maybe I am," you breathed, defiance and a hint of vulnerability mingling in your voice.

Jimin’s gaze lingered on your lips, his expression unreadable for a fleeting moment before he closed the distance, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss. His other hand slid around your waist, pulling you against him with a fierce possessiveness that left you breathless.

You responded with equal fervor, your hands gripping his shoulders as you kissed him back hungrily, the anger and longing between you igniting into a fiery inferno. The kiss was a clash of wills and desires, each of you fighting for dominance and control in a dangerous game of seduction and defiance.

Jimin backed you against the wall, his body pressed against yours as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a desperate dance of need and frustration. Your fingers curled into his hair, pulling him closer as the world around you faded into oblivion, leaving only the raw, unbridled passion that had been simmering between you.

Breaking away for air, Jimin’s forehead rested against yours, his ragged breaths mingling with yours in the close, intimate space. "We shouldn’t," he murmured, his voice thick with desire and conflict.

"Yet here we are," you whispered, your voice husky with need, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

Jimin’s grip tightened around you, his gaze dark and intense. "This changes nothing," he warned, his voice a low growl. "We're still enemies."

"Enemies," you echoed, your voice tinged with regret even as you pulled him back into another searing kiss.

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook sat at the head of a long, polished table in his penthouse, the dim lighting casting sharp shadows across his face. Around him, a group of hardened arms dealers discussed their latest shipments and prices, but his mind was elsewhere. He absently traced the rim of his glass, his thoughts consumed by the plan he had meticulously set into motion.

The offer he had made to your father was perfect, impossible to refuse. Your family’s business had been faltering under the pressure of law enforcement crackdowns and internal betrayals. Jungkook knew that your father needed his resources and connections to stabilize his empire. So, he proposed a solution: Jungkook would provide the necessary protection and support, but in return, your father had to agree to marry you off to him. The look of defeat in your father's eyes when he agreed had been immensely satisfying. Soon, you would be his, and life would be exactly as he envisioned—powerful, controlled, and complete.

One of the dealers, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, leaned forward, drawing Jungkook’s attention back to the present. "So, what do you say about the price, Mr. Jeon?"

Jungkook forced himself to focus, nodding slightly. "The price is acceptable. Ensure the delivery is on time, and there will be bonuses."

The men around the table nodded, their discussions continuing, but Jungkook's thoughts drifted again. He imagined you living here, in his penthouse, by his side. The idea of having you, controlling you, brought a rare smile to his lips.

He had first seen you months ago at a charity gala, your elegance and fiery spirit catching his eye immediately. Since that night, the thought of making you his has become an obsession. Jungkook knew he had to have you, and he was willing to play the long game to secure you.

Just as he was about to lose himself in his reverie once more, the door to the penthouse burst open. You stormed in, your eyes blazing with fury, completely oblivious to the men seated around the table.

"Jeon Jungkook!" you yelled, your voice echoing through the room. "How dare you! How dare you manipulate my father into this… this marriage!"

The room fell silent, all eyes turning towards you. Jungkook’s expression hardened, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he stood up slowly. The arms dealers exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the brewing storm.

"Y/N," Jungkook said, his voice low and controlled, but with a sharp edge. "You're interrupting a business meeting."

You looked around, finally noticing the other men in the room. Embarrassment flickered across your face, but your anger quickly overpowered it. "I don’t care who’s here! You have no right to dictate my life!"

Jungkook took a step towards you, his presence dominating the room. "Everyone, out," he ordered, not taking his eyes off you.

The dealers hesitated, then quickly gathered their things and exited the penthouse, leaving you and Jungkook alone. The silence that followed was thick with tension.

"You think you can just buy me, control me like one of your deals?" you spat, your voice trembling with rage. "I’m not some commodity, Jungkook!"

He approached you slowly, his gaze intense. "This is more than just a deal, Y/N. It’s about our future. Our families."

"Our future?" you echoed, incredulous. "You think I want a future with you?"

Jungkook's eyes darkened, and he reached out, gripping your wrist firmly but not harshly. "You will see, Y/N. I will make you understand. Your life with me will be better than anything you can imagine."

Jungkook's grip tightened slightly, his proximity overwhelming. "You can’t force me into this," you whispered, the fight in your voice mingling with a hint of desperation.

"I don’t need to force you," he replied, his voice a low growl. "I will make you want this. Want me."

The air between you crackled with tension, the line between anger and attraction blurring. Your pulse quickened, a part of you wanting to believe him despite everything. You took a shaky breath, trying to regain your composure.

"And how exactly do you plan on convincing me?" you snapped, lifting your chin defiantly. "By throwing money at me? By trapping me here?"

Jungkook’s smirk was dark and dangerous. "I have other ways to convince you."

Before you could retort, Jungkook’s hand moved from your wrist to your waist, pulling you against him. His other hand slid into your hair, gripping it tightly as his lips crashed onto yours. The kiss was fierce and demanding, leaving no room for hesitation.

Your initial shock quickly gave way to a whirlwind of emotions—anger, defiance, and a surge of raw desire. You tried to push him away, but his hold on you only tightened, his body pressing against yours with an undeniable dominance.

"Is this your idea of persuasion?" you gasped, breaking the kiss, your breath coming in ragged bursts.

"No," Jungkook growled, his eyes locked onto yours. "This is just the beginning."

He spun you around, pressing your back against the cold, hard surface of the table. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve with a possessiveness that left you both furious and wanting. Your breaths mingled as he leaned down, his lips trailing hot, hungry kisses along your neck.

"You’re insane," you hissed, your hands clenching the edge of the table.

"Perhaps," he murmured against your skin. "But you’ll see, Y/N. You’ll crave this as much as I do."

His hands slid down to your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the table, your body responding to his touch despite your resistance. The heat between you was electric, a dangerous dance of power and desire.

As Jungkook’s lips captured yours again, the intensity of the kiss deepened, leaving you dizzy with a mix of rage and longing. His hands gripped your thighs, lifting you onto the table, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

"This is madness," you whispered, your voice trembling as he placed a hand beneath you and unzipped your dress.

"Madness you’ll come to love," he promised, his voice a seductive whisper in your ear. "I will make sure of it."

[euno11a]

Can I get a mafia yoongi Drabble where they are forced to get married. But at the last second the reader runs away and thinks the coast is clear but yoongi finds her and smut ensues??

Nah because I actually had a lot of fun writing this one 😭😭 I also tried writing with “Y/N” so let me know if you like it!

Warnings: mentions of smut (not completely tho), slight angst in a way??, runaway bride 🏃‍♀️👰‍♀️, kinda yandere vibes

The rain pounded against the windows of the small church as Y/N stood at the altar, her heart racing with fear and uncertainty. She couldn't believe this was happening. She was being forced to marry one of the most feared mafia leaders in the country, Min Yoongi.

She had always known about Yoongi and his infamous reputation in the underworld, but she never thought she would be caught up in it. Her father, who was deeply in debt to Yoongi, had made a deal with him to marry Y/N in order to clear his debts.

Y/N's hands were shaking as she held onto her bouquet of white roses, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But she knew deep down that there was no way out. She was trapped in this marriage and there was nothing she could do about it.

As the priest began the ceremony, Y/N's eyes darted around the room, searching for any possible way out. But her hopes were dashed as she saw Yoongi's men stationed at every exit, guns at the ready.

'Y/N, do you take Min Yoongi as your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?' the priest asked, his voice echoing in the quiet church.

Y/N's heart was pounding in her chest as she looked at the man standing before her, his dark eyes filled with a mix of determination and anger. She knew she had no choice but to say yes.

'I-I do,' she stuttered, her voice barely audible.

'Yoongi, do you take Y/N as your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?' the priest asked, turning to face Yoongi.

Yoongi's gaze never left Y/N's as he answered, 'I do.'

The priest pronounced them husband and wife, and Yoongi wasted no time in pulling Y/N into a searing kiss. Y/N tried to pull away, but Yoongi's grip on her was too strong. She could feel his anger and frustration through the roughness of his kiss.

As they pulled away, Y/N's mind was racing with thoughts of escape. She needed to get out of here, before it was too late. But before she could make a move, Yoongi's voice cut through her thoughts.

'Let's go home, Mrs. Min,' he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Y/N's heart dropped at the sound of those words. She was now officially married to one of the most dangerous men in the country, and there was no turning back.

As they arrived at Yoongi's luxurious mansion, Y/N was greeted by a group of women who were to be her new servants. They showed her to her room, which was more like a prison cell. It had no windows and only one door, which she knew was guarded at all times.

Y/N couldn't believe the situation she was in. She was trapped in a loveless marriage to a man she barely knew, and she had no way out. But she refused to give up. She would find a way to escape, no matter what it took.

As the days went by, Y/N tried to make the best of her situation. She would often find Yoongi in his study, surrounded by his men, discussing business. She could see the ruthless side of him during those meetings, and it only made her fear him more.

But as the nights went by, Y/N found herself drawn to Yoongi's bedroom. She couldn't explain the pull she felt towards him, but she knew she needed him. She needed to feel something other than fear and resentment.

One night, as she lay in her bed, she heard noises coming from Yoongi's room. She couldn't resist the urge to see what was happening, so she quietly made her way to his room and peeked through the slightly open door.

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw Yoongi with another woman, his hands roaming her body as they kissed passionately. Y/N's heart shattered at the sight, but she couldn't look away.

Suddenly, Yoongi's eyes snapped open and he caught sight of Y/N standing in the doorway. Without a word, he pulled the woman off of him and stormed towards Y/N.

'What are you doing here?' he growled, his eyes blazing with anger.

'I-I heard noises and I-I wanted to see what was happening,' Y/N stuttered, trying to keep her voice steady.

'Get out,' Yoongi spat, his hand grabbing Y/N's arm and pushing her out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Y/N couldn't hold back her tears as she made her way back to her room. She couldn't believe that Yoongi was already cheating on her, just days after their forced marriage. She felt so alone and trapped, with no one to turn to.

But little did she know, Yoongi was also feeling trapped. He didn't want this marriage any more than she did, but he had no choice. He needed to maintain his reputation and keeping Y/N as his wife was the only way to do that.

As the days went by, Y/N couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. She could feel Yoongi's gaze on her at all times, and it only made her more anxious. She knew she needed to get out of here, before it was too late.

One night, as she lay in bed, she heard a noise outside her room. She cautiously got up and made her way to the door, hoping it was someone who could help her escape.

But as she opened the door, she was met with darkness. Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her from behind and a cloth was placed over her mouth. She tried to scream, but the cloth muffled her voice. Before she could fight back, she fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up, she found herself in a small cabin in the middle of nowhere. She looked around, confused and disoriented, until she saw Yoongi sitting in a chair across from her, a cold expression on his face.

'What is this place?' Y/N asked, her voice trembling with fear.

'It's a safe house,' Yoongi answered, his voice devoid of any emotion.

'Why am I here?' Y/N asked, her heart pounding in her chest.

'Because you tried to run away. I can't have my wife trying to escape,' Yoongi said, his eyes never leaving Y/N's.

Y/N's heart dropped at the mention of her forced marriage. She couldn't believe that she was still stuck in this situation.

'Please, just let me go. I won't tell anyone, I promise,' Y/N pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

'I can't do that, Y/N. You know too much about me and my business. I can't risk you going to the authorities,' Yoongi said, his voice cold and calculated.

Y/N's heart shattered at his words. She was just a pawn in his game, a means to maintain his power and control. She felt so helpless and alone.

But as the days went by, Y/N and Yoongi's relationship began to change. They started talking more and slowly, Y/N began to see a different side of Yoongi. He wasn't just a ruthless mafia leader, he was also a man who had been forced into this life, just like her.

One night, as they sat by the fire, Yoongi reached out and took Y/N's hand in his. She looked at him, surprised by his sudden gesture.

'I know this isn't the ideal situation, Y/N. But I want you to know that I won't hurt you. I never wanted this marriage, but I promise to protect you and keep you safe,' Yoongi said, his voice sincere.

Y/N's heart melted at his words. She never thought she would find any sort of comfort in this situation, but Yoongi's words gave her a glimmer of hope.

As they sat there, holding hands and talking, their conversation turned into something more. Yoongi's lips were on hers, and she couldn't resist him any longer. She needed this, she needed to feel something other than fear and resentment.

Their kiss turned into something more passionate and intense, and before they knew it, they were making love on the floor of the cabin. Their bodies moved in perfect synchronization, their moans filling the small space.

As they lay there, tangled in each other's arms, Y/N couldn't believe what had just happened. She had just made love to her forced husband, the man she was supposed to fear and hate.

But as Yoongi held her close, she couldn't deny the feelings she had for him. She knew that this was wrong and that she should hate him, but she couldn't. She was falling for him, and there was no turning back.

From that day on, Y/N and Yoongi's relationship changed. They were no longer just a forced couple, but two people who had found solace and love in the most unexpected situation.

As they returned to the mansion, Y/N knew that things would be different from now on. She was no longer a prisoner in this marriage, but a willing partner to the man she loved.

And as they walked through the door, hand in hand, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected turn of events. She had found love in the most unlikely of places, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

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Mafia!Yoongi x reader

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You entered your house after an exhausting day after college and your part time job. 

Your muscles were aching, thoughts of having a nice warm bath and then going to sleep were clouding your mind as you opened the door to your home. 

However your  well deserved rest had to wait.

Because, instead of your mother coming to greet you in her apron with a spatula in her hand, you were greeted with silence. 

The entire living room was surrounded by men in black clothing, your parents on their knees in front of ,what you assumed was, the leader. 

Everyone paused for a second.

The leader turned his head towards you and you saw an incredibly gorgeous pale man with his long hair. 

Then ,the chaos began.

As soon as both of your eyes met with each other, two of his men grabbed you by each of your arms. One of them grabbed your chin and turned you to face him. 

"What do you say boss, should we have a little fun with this one here?" 

As soon as the statement left the man's mouth , two loud bangs were heard and both the men loosened their grip on you as they fell down to their death. 

You tried to hide it but you started hyperventilating and shaking as you kept your gaze to the ground.

You just saw two men die in front of you.

You were surely going to get killed today.

" Oops, guess i didn't warn you to not touch my woman".

Came a rather deep voice. 

You didn't bother turning your head towards the source of the voice. One wrong step and you'll have the same fate as the men that held you a few moments ago. 

Wait-

did he just call you his woman?

Again your face was held,this time rather gently and you came face to face with the leader of those men in black,the one who posessed the deep voice and dark ,raven hair.

"Oh Darling, you look so pretty this close."

The handsome man smirked and turned to your parents.

"I came to take what's mine."

With that,he held your hand and pulled you away from your house,with your head turned towards your mother and father who kept screaming to give them more time. 

You didn't resist the man.

If you did, God knows what he would do to your parents or you. 

"Don't worry  your parents didn't sell you out because of their own needs. They borrowed money for your college admission." The pale man said as he sat beside you in the car. 

I wouldn't have gone to college if they had told me they didn't have the money. I made their life so miserable.

Tears escaped your eyes and you tried to remain as silent as possible, afraid of angering the man sitting beside you. The death of those two men had still not left your mind. 

The man reached out to wipe your tears "And I never asked for money in return, I asked for you, sweetheart." 

You turned your tear stricken face towards him in shock.Why would this man ask for you instead of money in return? Wasn't he a loan shark? 

"It is easy to find about people when you are in the mafia. I have had my eyes on you for so long, my dear, I can't believe that you are here right in front of me."

He gently caressed your face and stared at you as if you were a precious gem. 

"Yoongi. Call me Yoongi. Say my name. The name of your future husband." 

You called out his name,stuttering.He closed his eyes, pleased and ordered you to keep calling his names a few more times. 

Then he nuzzled his head into your neck and told you to sleep.And strangely enough, you fell asleep in the car, intimately close to a man whose only thing you knew was,his name. 

The next time you woke up, you found yourself in violet coloured silk nightwear, on velvety sheets in a king sized bed situated in a large room.

You started crying. You were no longer in your small bedroom, waking up to the smell of your mother's pancakes. You could no longer hear your father yelling at you to get ready quickly so that he could drop you off at college. You could no longer have night outs with your friends or party with them. Most of all, you could no longer continue your education. 

Because you were stuck with someone from the mafia who claimed that you  will be his wife.

You could no longer have a normal life and the thought scared you. 

Yoongi opened the door to his bedroom  to greet his beautiful fiance, and to take her to breakfast, only to see your face brimmed with tears. 

"Who made you cry? Who made my baby cry? I'll kill them.You're missing your parents, right?Don't worry I'll kill them. I'll kill your friends too. Then you'll only have me. Just me.You all to myself ."

His worrisome face upon seeing your tear stricken face quickly morphed into a smirk and he began laughing like a psychopath, happy at the thought of you only having him. 

You lunged yourself at him, grabbing his arms tightly, pulling yourself closer to him. 

"Please no! Don't kill them! I'll do anything! Just don't kill them."

You took a deep breath before forcing your mouth to say words that your heart didn't agree to. 

"I'll marry you and try to be a good wife. Just please don't hurt them." You started begging, getting on your knees. 

Yoongi loved the sight.

You were begging.

Begging for him to marry you. 

"Okay, anything for my darling. But in return, I want two kids. One boy One girl. You'll be the mother of my children, right baby?" 

"Ofcourse, Yoongi!I love you!" You say putting on a fake smile. 

Yoongi had a bright smile on his face as he pulled you in for a deep kiss.You gave into him and kissed him back. 

You had just signed a deal with the devil. 

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Rear View | MYG

> part of the Highway to You series <

~summary: yoongi can protect you now, even if it may be too late. ~pairing: yoongi x reader ~word count: 833 ~genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, mafia!au, friends to lovers (approaching the lovers end👀) ~rating: pg15 ~warnings: violence, past trauma, gang activity, guns

~a/n: so if anything was gonna resurrect me, you know Haegeum was gonna do it😆 this one is a proper drabble (I keep saying it’s a drabble series but all I’ve posted are firmly over 1k or even 2 lol), so there’s some stuff.. hinted. keep an eye out for future stuff to get the full picture! for now, have fun- this is the furthest on in the timeline that I’ve posted so far, it takes place some time after Highway to You remember, I will keep the series masterlist in timeline order rather than order of posting, in case you ever wanna check anything! what I have up atm is fairly spaced out anyway, but hopefully that will evolve👀 enjoy and leave a comment if you do!!💜

“Hurry up, I don’t know how long I can keep this open. If one of them finds it first…”

Yoongi pounded furiously down the corridor, not needing Jungkook’s encouragement. The shots that had echoed in the building moments ago were not anything he wanted you to face, let alone by yourself in there.

Mercifully, the door was only around the next corner-

He skidded around it, seeing the opening… and a shape lurking against the doorframe. Without slowing his pace, he reached a hand to the holster on his waist. It was only a matter of time before they noticed him anyway, what with his noisy running. And if they thought he was going to stop on his path to get to-

The figure’s head turned wildly towards the approaching footfalls. For a moment, you looked hunted, eyes sharp and alert, but all that fell away as you saw it was Yoongi sprinting straight for you.

It felt as if life flooded his oxygen-starved lungs again as he found you. Barrelling towards you, he came to a clumsy stop, only to grasp your hand. He meant to turn straight away, pull you with him towards escape, but instead he fell towards you, unable to help himself.

For a moment, his flushed face was close to yours, loose hair falling past his temples. His hand caught the doorframe behind you, a panting breath hot over your face, eyes searching.

He didn’t like what he found.

Now was not the time to stop. Swallowing, he finally got his feet working and you readily followed, the two of you tumbling through Jungkook’s escape route that he fed to Yoongi’s earpiece. But Yoongi couldn’t quite chase away that look…

Eerie quiet wrapped around the night outside, no whisper of the spectres who had discovered you.

Luckily bangtan lived up to their bulletproof name.

Still wary, Yoongi kept your hand securely in his as you both crept away, slipping into back streets and weaving a maze with worryingly practised ease. It was never only him who knew how to do this; it was your city too.

The van was a little distance away, but it seemed you weren’t in a hurry to get there.

Together, your momentum had run out, pace slowing the further you got from danger. Eventually, Yoongi rounded a corner and stopped entirely, falling with his back against brick and tugging you to his chest.

Not needing to exchange a word, you pressed your face against him, breathing him in. How could you ever have thought…

Gunshots ringing in the unknown space beyond this flimsy shelter… The sounds that could rip apart a life… A steely look in unapologetic eyes, not sparing another glance from that exit, a breath but a lifetime away-

“You’re alright. Hey.”

Yoongi started murmuring into your hair, but now pulled back a fraction to look down and catch your eyes.

He caught them, held them for a long breath.

“Hey.”

His voice alone was grounding. Low, soothing in its simplicity, the same as always, since forever. It could almost be his old bedroom, just the two of you between covers, and not…

Here.

Or maybe it made the here suddenly bearable. His voice drew you straight back in, where you still rested between his arms, aware of his steady gaze on yours.

Yes, how could you have thought that? Yoongi’s eyes were the opposite of those, forever warm. Yes, you were all right, this was not the same as that night-

“You’re shaking.”

Yoongi’s brows had drawn down into a frown. In response, you swallowed, curling inwards.

“I’m fine.”

Yoongi sucked in a breath.

“I know it’s not the cold. We just ran a bloody marathon.”

“If that was a marathon, I think you ought to get to the gym more often,” you teased lightly.

“Maybe,” he rolled his eyes, but refused to be distracted, “but I mean it. Are you okay?”

This time, you hesitated. Patient as ever, Yoongi simply waited as you chewed your lip, all the time in the world ready to give.

He did, however, bring a thumb up to gently tug your lip from the offending tooth.

He kept it there, steady but without pressure. Enough to make you focus on his earnest and open eyes.

“You know I would never… leave you there, right?”

He didn’t miss your shaky gasp, the parting of the lips he was gently touching. How did he always hit the nail on the head? But then, when were you not able to read him? Being through so much together taught you things about the other that no amount of time would tamp down.

“I know,” you admitted with a sigh, looking down.

Yoongi’s eyes had turned dark, while yours glistened faraway again. He was sure he wouldn’t enjoy knowing whatever you were surely thinking about – but he needed to know. Something was grating at you, and it did the same to him without even needing to know the truth.

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All Shall Fear Him |MYG ~ Teaser/Intro|

Pairing: Mafia!Yoongi x F!reader

Summary: Everyone has, and should, always feared Min Yoongi. They knew never to one, cross his path and two, make him mad. Oh if ever you made him mad, you better hope to god he’d make it easy on you. One man, however, didn’t understand the reason why this man, ‘the great Min Yoongi’ should be feared. That mistake, costs him his girlfriend, all he can do is hope it didn’t cost her life.

Genre: Angst, Mafia au, smut, eventual fluff…

Teaser word count: 1k

A/n: I hope this will be good, Yoongi will be kind of a dick for a while, but I promise after a while Y/n with grow on him and he’ll be nicer to her.

Released on September 7th, 2023 read it here

You huff, shifting your gaze from your phone to scanning around the room, attempting to look for your boyfriend. He’d asked to meet you at your favorite restaurant for a date, yet he said he wasn’t going to pick you up, claiming he had something to do.

You smile when you finally see him walking through the doors and straight to you, hiding something behind his back. “Hi, baby.” He greets once close enough with a smile, claiming the seat across from you. “You took so long.” You say with a pout, staring at him.

He sighs before a matching pout breaks out on his face, “I’m sorry. I had to get something.” He says, placing a box on the table before sliding it over to you. You look at him before eyeing the box skeptically. You grab the box off the table, undoing the small bow before opening it.

You gasp, pulling the oh so pretty necklace out of the box, placing the empty container back on the table as you admire the jewelry in your hands. “You like it? The heart” he points to the ruby red heart in the middle of the chain “is made of real ruby.” You look at him with a gasp. He smiles at your shocked expression, standing up and rounding the table, kneeling in front of you and gently taking the necklace from your grasp.

He gestures with his finger for you to spin around, which you comply quite easily, moving your hair away from your neck. Once he attaches each end of the necklace together, he gently pats your shoulder before getting up and moving back to his seat.

—

The rest of the dinner went by good, and quick, and before you know it he’s walking you out of the fancy restaurant and down the street to his car. “Thank you again, for the necklace. And dinner. It was all amazing, baby.” You say, leaning your head on his shoulder as you both walk.

Your boyfriend chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Of course, anything for my girl.” He says, giving you a squeeze.

“Cole. It’s been forever. How’ve you been?” You immediately stop in your tracks, peeking behind you to see a man staring at the two of you. “Baby? Do you know him?” You ask, tugging on your boyfriend's suit jacket. He turns around and freezes, holding you tightly to him.

“Namjoon! So good to see you! I’m sorry I can’t stay and chat. I really gotta get me and my girlfriend home.” Your boyfriend rushes out, turning back around and moving to take a step, only to freeze in his tracks yet again.

“Oh-ho I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere.” Another, deep, voice speaks up. You turn around to see another man standing in front of you. You furrow your brows, taking a step back and closer to your boyfriend. “Cole..what’s going on?” You ask, voice quiet with a tremor as you eye both men cautiously.

“What’s going on, sweetheart, is that your boyfriend made a wrong move with me.” You stiffen at the voice. The oh so familiar one you’ve been warned to avoid at all costs. You slowly turn to face the owner of the voice, the man slowly walking out of a nearby alleyway.

“C-Cole.” You whisper, slowly moving behind your boyfriend's back and into the street, dragging him with you as you eye all three men. You keep your gaze lingering on the one man you fear most at the moment.

Min Yoongi.

Said man takes another step forward making you take one back. His eyes flick to the road before he walks forward, making you stagger back and into the street. You trip over something, landing flat on your ass as you stare at the three men with wide, teary eyes.

“See, your sweet, dear ole boyfriend made a mistake with me. Took something very important from me. So, I’ve come to take something important from him.” Your breath hitches as Yoongi takes a few more steps forward, crouching in front of you.

“And that’s you.” He whispers, booping you on the nose. You scrunch your face, maneuvering away from him, making Yoongi frown. “Now, we won’t have any of that.” Yoongi says, grabbing a fist full of your hair and tugging your head forward.

“Ah!” You whimper, pinching your eyes shut. “You belong to me now, sweetheart.” Yoongi whispers in your ear before pulling you up by your hair. You whimper, wrapping your hands around his arm as he drags you to the middle of your boyfriend and the two men.

“Y-Yoongi please, I-I’ll do anyth-” Yoongi holds up a hand, cutting off your boyfriend. “Take this as your one warning. Next time, it’ll be your life I’m taking.” Yoongi says, finally releasing your hair from his grip. You wobble before catching your balance, attempting to make a run for the road. It’s hardly even a second until you’re pulled into someone’s arms.

You scream, punching the man’s arms to no avail as tears make their way down your cheeks. The man walks you back to Yoongi, letting go of your waist only to grip your arms tightly, keeping you in place. “Looks like I’m gonna have to teach you about trying to run away from me.” You shiver at Yoongi’s tone, looking up at him through bleary eyes.

“Aw. Sweet little thing.” Yoongi coos in mock sympathy as he places a finger under your chin, making you hold his gaze. “We’ll be going now.” Yoongi says, looking at Cole. Cole's gaze is directly fixated on you, practically limp in the man’s arms.

“She isn’t yours anymore, Cole, so I suggest you stop looking at her like she is.” Yoongi warns before looking in your direction again, “Namjoon, please escort Miss Y/n back home, I have some other business to take care of. Taehyung, stay behind, you’ll help me.” You take one last look at Cole, seeing his gaze fixated on the ground as his body shakes lightly.

The man, Namjoon, is already pulling you away from the scene by the time you hear a sickening crack, whipping your head around to see Cole laying on the floor, covering his face. You whimper, fighting against Namjoons hold as Yoongi crouches down to your boyfriend. Namjoon moves to block the sight from you, continuing to lead the way to a black car hiding in the shadows.

A/n: as the fic goes on I’ll add more warnings, I kinda (really) suck at warnings from the get-go, so just bear with me with the warnings! If anyone would like to be on a tag list for this fic, feel free to comment, dm me or do an ask 😁

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D-DAY/ 2

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 3.8k

Includes- oral, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, love making, multiple orgasms, fluff, very graphic violence, torture, blood, murder/killing, death, guns, knives, Yoongi is not playing, Yoongi is ruthless and mercilessly

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Movement next to me stirs me from sleep

"Mmm", she moans and I sit up immediately, looking for her

She's tossing around in the bed, making sounds of pain

"Jo", I whisper

"Yoonie", she whimpers

"What's wrong baby?", I ask, immediately alert

"Hurts"

"Where baby?"

I hate that she's in pain

"Everywhere Yoonie", she whines

"I'm sorry baby", I say as I take her in my arms, "I'm so sorry. Do you want any pain meds?"

I know her answer

It's no

Those things make her sick even when she eats a full meal

But it's the only thing I can think of to offer

"No Yoonie", she whimpers, burying her face in my neck, "I don't want to be sick"

"I know jagi", I answer, running my fingers in her hair

She loves that and maybe it'll help

She cries softly against me and my heart is breaking

I'm trying to think of things that could make her feel better

What meds would work or what I can do to distract her from the pain

And I do think of something

"I know what could help you baby", I tell her

"What naekkeo?", she asks, looking up at me

"Just trust me baby ok?"

"Always Yoongi. You know that"

I nod, I do know that

Pressing a soft kiss to her lips, I gently move her to her back

I get up, moving down her body and opening her legs

We're already naked from coming out of the bath and straight to bed

She was exhausted and falling asleep in the tub

Laying my tongue on her pretty pussy, I lick up slowly, pressing into her cunt as I pass through her pretty lips all the way to her little clit

"Yoongi", she moans softly

Moving my tongue back down, I lick up again and again, her pussy getting wetter with each pass of my tongue

Fuck, she tastes so fucking good

I love eating her pussy

I can legit do it for hours, pulling orgasms after orgasm out of her

It never gets old

Moving my tongue faster, I press my face into her pussy more, pushing her slit open with my tongue

My face is drenched and I fucking love it

"Yoongi oh god", she whimpers, her legs shaking around my head

Rolling my tongue over her clit, I lavish her with small, fast licks, flicking her throbbing bump over and over

She grabs a handful of my hair, pulling hard, turning me on

I keep her legs wide open, not able to get enough of her pussy

"Need you to cum for me", I tell her, "Fuck, cream my face jagi"

Latching onto her clit, I suck harshly right away, her beautiful screams breaking the silence in the room

Her clit throbs so fucking hard against my lips, each pulse going right to my hard cock

"Yoongi! Oh Yoongi!", she cries, her body arching as she orgasms

I suck her through it, watching how beautiful she is when she's in that much pleasure

Fucking gorgeous

As soon as she's finished, I immediately move my tongue to her hole, lapping up her sweet cum, reveling in her taste

"Mmm, so fucking good jagi", I tell her, cleaning her cunt right up

Spreading her lips open, I plunge my tongue into her hole, letting her tighten on it

"Yoongi fuck"

Pulling my tongue out, I thrust it right back in as far as I can

Repeating the movements, I fuck my tongue into her, softly rubbing her clit with my thumb

The inside of her cunt feels so soft, so wet, so tight on my tongue and it drives me fucking crazy

I always want my tongue, my fingers, my dick inside her

I'll never say no to that

Never

Her pussy spasms get faster around my tongue and I know she's gonna explode any second

Pressing my thumb harder into her clit, I move it in circles, slipping my tongue inside again

"Fuck!", she cries, coming around my tongue, her pussy tugging on it so pleasurably

I let her cream enter my mouth, swallowing over and over until I'm sure she's finished

Pulling my tongue out, I lick her cunt to get any extra cream, then get up, moving next to her

"Good jagi?", I ask, nuzzling into her neck

"So good Yoongi", she assures me, "But what about you baby?"

I shake my head, "I'm ok baby"

"You're hard naekkeo. I can feel it against my leg"

Yeah I'm hard but it'll go away

There's no way she's hurting herself more by giving me a blow job or a hand job

I don't need it

And I tell her as much when she tries to get up to do something to me

"But Yoongi!", she protests

"No baby", I say firmly

She huffs, "Fine. If you won't let me do anything then come be with me"

I raise my eyebrow, "Jagi I'm not having sex with you baby. You're hurt-"

"I want you Yoongi", she whines

"But Jo, your body is full of bruises and cuts. I'm not going to hurt you more"

She cups my cheeks, softly stroking my face, her eyes looking right into mine, "Min, Yoongi, you will never hurt me. I know you won't. I trust you with my life baby. With my heart and soul. Don't be afraid. I'm not breakable"

"I know you're not baby", I tell her, "But you...you almost were. If I didn't get there in time-"

"Shush", she says, "You did and I'm ok. A little banged up but I'm ok. I'm here with you and I want you naekkeo. I always want you"

"I always want you baby", I assure her

I know she knows that but sometimes it's nice to hear

"Then be with me baby. I know you won't hurt me"

I hesitate

I want to but I'm so scared

"If it hurts you tell me and I'll stop", I answer

She nods

"I'm serious baby. Don't try to hold it back or try to toughen anything out. The second it hurts, tell me"

I know her

She's my tough girl and she'll pretend she's not in pain to keep me from worrying

But I'm not having it

Not this time

"I will Yoongi. I promise"

I nod, "Ok"

She pulls me to her, her lips crashing into mine, kissing me deeply right away

I fall into her kiss, her tongue against mine and I'm in fucking heaven

Her kisses are heaven

Being with her is heaven

I slowly move on top of her, her arms around my neck, the kiss not breaking as I move her legs around my waist

Gently laying on her, her soft skin is right against mine, feeling so good

Pushing into her slowly, I sink down, inch by inch, moaning against her lips at the feeling of her small pussy opening for me

Her cunt sucks me in, keeping a tight grip once I bottom out, spasming softly

Moving my arms around her, I hold her right against me as I pull out then slowly thrust back inside

I'm not fucking her hard

No way

I'm not hurting her more

And I don't want to do it that way anyway

I want to make love to her, show her how much I love her

We make love all the time, more so than just fucking because I fucking love it that way

I don't know what it is but with her, I rather have her that way than roughly all the time

I just love everything about making love to her

Feeling her pussy open for me, like she is right now, clenching down around me constantly

I move one of my hands up her body, starting from her hip, just feeling the way her skin trembles against my fingers

Her arms move from my neck to around my body, her small hands on my back, her fingers sending fire everywhere she touches

She kisses me over and over and I swallow all of her pretty little moans

She's so wet, drenching my length as I move into her, my head rubbing against her spot, her pussy throbs feeling out of this world

She close

I know her signs by now

Her rapid breathing, the way she presses her body into mine, the way her fingers grab onto my back

Sliding into her spot again, her body shakes against mine as she orgasms, her pussy clenching my cock repeatedly

Pleasure hits me hard as she cums, her orgasms my favorite thing about sex with her

I don't know what it is but fuck, her orgasms give me pleasure like I never felt before

I'm addicted to them and I'll do anything to make her cum, over and over, reveling in that feeling

I keep thrusting into her to get her through it, her legs tightening around me more

My moans break the kiss as I lean my forehead against hers

"Yoongi", she whimpers, shivering in my arms

I fucking love hearing her call my name

It turns me on like nothing else

Hiking her legs higher on my waist, the new angle lets me hit deeper inside her, my pelvis rubbing against her clit

Fuck, I can feel her clit throbbing against me, driving me crazy

Her cunt smothers my cock, the constant tugging and spasms bringing me so close

But she cums first

Always

It's like I need her orgasm to start mine

"Mm jagi, so close baby", I whimper, feeling her pussy lock onto my cock in a vice grip, throbbing like crazy

"Fuck, fall apart for me jagi"

"Yoongi! God, Yoongi! Yoongi!", she cries, coming for me

Ecstacy falls all over me as her pussy squeezes my cock and I let go, moving fully into her, coming deep inside her , "Joanne. Jagi"

"Fuck Yoongi! You feel so good baby", she moans, her cunt milking my cock, "Fuck love feeling your cum inside me"

I know she does

That's one thing she's always said

She loves being filled with my cum

"Fuck jagi", I moan, the bliss going on, "Fuck, fuck, don't stop milking my cock baby. Don't stop"

We both moan in pleasure as her pussy keeps working on my dick until my orgasm ends

I pull out slowly, laying next to her, pull her in my arms

She snuggles into me immediately, both of us holding each other tightly

"I love you", I tell her

"I love you"

"Do you feel better? Did I help at all?", I ask worriedly

"You did baby", she replies, sleepily, "I feel better"

I don't know if I really did do anything to help but if she thinks so then ok

"Sleep jagi. You didn't sleep for a long time. You need more rest"

"Mm what about you?"

"I'm ok jagi"

"Ok. Are you going to do work?", she asks softly

"No baby", I assure her, "I'm staying with you"

"But that's boring"

I chuckle, "No it's not jagi. I'm staying right here, holding you. If I fall asleep then I fall asleep. If I don't, I don't. But right now I'm not letting go of you anytime soon"

She gives me her dazzling smile, "Ok baby"

I smile back, leaning down and kissing her soft lips gently

"I love you"

"I love you Yoongi"

She closes her eyes and I immediately start playing with her hair

I know I have a lot to deal with soon

Garam, finding Baek-Hyun, ending his group

But right now, she's more important than anything and I'm going to take care of her first

Right now, I'm exactly where I want to be

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"Where is he?", I demand as I walk into Bangtan's interrogation hideout

"In interrogation room three", Hobi answers, handing me sterile gloves

I don't need this asshole's blood on me

"He's tied up in a chair. I don't know what you're going to do to him so I put a large tarp down under him

Good

Easy clean up

Getting to the interrogation room door, I peer in through the window

Anger flashes through me when I see this asshole leaning back in the chair asleep

He's fucking sleeping

He hurt my jagi and he's sleeping?

Not fucking happening

Storming into the interrogation room, I get to Garam, pulling my arm back and punch him in the face

"Wake the fuck up!", I yell

He yelps as his eyes snap open, pain in them

Oh he doesn't know what pain is

"Where..", he mutters, looking around

I slam my gloved hand on his leg, my fingers digging into his bullet wound

He screams in pain, but I don't care

My rage is beyond the boiling point

"Oh does it hurt?", I snarl

His eyes snap to me and his face pales, "You"

"Yeah me motherfucker"

"You...you said you'd let me go"

Is he for real?

Even I wouldn't believe that

"I lied motherfucker", I snap, "You hurt my wife. My jagi, the love of my life. Did you really think I wouldn't come after you?"

He shakes his head, "I didn't-"

I snap my fist across his jaw, his head snapping to the side

"You are not going to lie to me"

"But it wasn't me", he lies

Grabbing his hair, I take my phone out and make him look at it

Bringing up the security video, I yell, "You're telling me that's not you? Hitting her with your gun? Demanding she be a good bitch? Knocking her unconscious?"

Tossing my phone on the table, I pull out a knife and hold it to his face

"Is that you?", I roar in his face

"Yes! Yes!", he admits, fear in his eyes

He should be afraid

Swiftly I move the knife from his face and bury it in his thigh

Blood pours as his shriek echoes in the room

"If you think you're going to do that to my girl and fucking live, you have another thing coming"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry"

I just laugh dryly, "Sorry doesn't cut it"

Pulling the knife out, I slam it in his shoulder, ignoring his screams

All that's in my head my baby

Her bruised and cut body

The stitches in her face

The look of pain on her face when I left her with Tae to come here and deal with him

The sounds of pain she made in her restless sleep

She didn't sleep well after we were together, tossing and turning, whimpering in her sleep

He needs to pay and he fucking will

"Where the fuck is Baek-Hyun's base?", I growl

"Fuck you", he snaps

Putting my tongue in my cheek, I glare at him

"Fuck me? Fuck me?", I shout

Reaching into my waistband, I pull my gun out and put the barrel against his other thigh

I pull the trigger, the loud bang along with his shriek reverberating in my ears

"Fuck me? Are you fucking crazy?", I bellow

Cocking the gun, I hold it to his temple

"You have a fucking choice. You tell me where Baek-Hyun's base is and I kill you quickly. Or you don't and you die a slow painful death"

I already know how I'm gonna kill him

Exactly like she said I would

But I need to find Baek-Hyun

Fast

I will find him eventually but with Garam I can find him faster

"If...if...I tell you...you let me go"

I raise my eyebrow, "Not a choice"

Then I shoot him in the arm

His screams are annoying and I wave my hand to tell him to speed it up

"You don't get to negotiate", I inform him, "You hit my wife. You hurt my wife. You knocked my wife unconscious. You're fucking lucky I didn't walk in here and shoot you in the fucking head"

He actually sneers, "You need me. That's why you didn't kill me"

His smart mouth is tiring

Still holding the gun to his head, I use my other hand to pull the knife from his shoulder and stab him in the side of his torso, embedding the blade to the hilt

As he wallows in pain, I lean over to his ear, "Get this straight bitch. I will find Baek-Hyun with or without your help. I don't need you. Right now all you're doing is prolonging your death"

He wheezes in pain, his eyes screwed shut, sweat pouring from him

"I have no problem making your death last for days"

His eyes snap wide open in fear

"I know how to inflict pain. How to make small injuries that will cause destructive pain but won't kill you. And who knows, maybe after a week or two, I might let you die. Or I'll keep you around for longer. Depends on how pissed off I am"

His body shakes in fright, his head shaking, "No"

"You see you assholes underestimate what I will do for my wife. The lengths I'll go to kill the asshole who hurt her and the motherfucker who ordered her kidnapping. You underestimate what I will do to make sure she is always safe"

He whimpers but I couldn't give a fuck

I look him right in his eyes, "I will do anything for her. Nothing is off limits. Nothing is too extreme. So if I have to keep you alive for a fucking month to prove a point, I fucking will"

"Nnn...no please no"

"Where is his base?"

He stutters but he does tell me

The base is in the penthouse above a club that he apparently owns

"Are you lying to me?", I growl, not believing him completely

Luckily I have Namjoon working on Baek-Hyun's location since last night

"No! I'm not. I swear! His office is the back room past the living room. The...the passcode for the security is 0984! Baek-Hyun goes there everyday after work. I swear"

I just look at him in disgust

He gave his boss up

My jagi was tortured too and she never gave me up

She told me the threats they told her and still, she never folded, didn't back down

It just makes me aware at how rare and precious people like her are and how incredibly lucky I am she's mine

"All right then", I say

"Are you going to let me go"

I snort, "No"

"Fuck", he sobs, "Just shoot me"

I shake my head, "Nope"

"You said you'd kill me quickly!", he panics

I shrug, "I lied"

"What?", he shrieks

"Remember how my wife said I'd kill you?"

I see the second he remembers, terror in his face

"No!", he yells just as I grab the hilt of the knife and swipe it hard across his abdomen to the other side

His shrill screams are loud, blood pouring from him, along with some intestines

With that done, I stand up and head towards the door, leaving him screaming

Opening the door, I walk out, heading for the exit

I need to get back to my jagi

"Yoongi?", Hobi calls, as I peel the gloves off, dumping them in the garbage outside the interrogation room

"Leave him to bleed out. Then dump his body in front of the noodle shop we got him from"

"Got it boss", Hobi says

"Be on standby. I'm gonna call you and we're gonna take out Baek-Hyun"

"No problem", Hobi agrees

Taking my phone out, I call Namjoon

---------------------------

"How is she?", I ask Tae as I get through the hideout door

"She's ok. She didn't come out of the room. I checked on her a few times and she's tossing and turning while she sleeps"

Fuck

She's still in pain

I offered her pain meds again but I knew she wasn't going to take them

I was right and she refused them

I hate feeling so helpless and I hate letting her stay in pain but I don't know what else to do

"Thanks Tae. Don't go far. I found Baek-Hyun's hideout and we're hitting it in an hour"

He nods, "Great. I'll run home and grab a few more weapons"

Tae loves guns

It's ridiculous how much he has but at times like now, it's good he's obsessed

"Lock the door on your way out", I tell him, heading towards the bedroom

Going inside, I see her laying on the bed on her back, her eyes closed, the blanket half on her half off

Walking to the bed, I sit down next to her, just looking at her

She's so ethereal, so gorgeous it's insane

My angel

Her arm is tucked under her face, her legs turned to my side of the bed

I so very softly run my fingers in her soft long hair, not wanting to wake her

"Mmm", she yawns, her eyes opening slowly, "Yoongi?"

I smile at her, "Yeah jagi. It's me"

"Hmmm, how'd it go?", she asks

"Well. I killed Garam", I tell her

"Good", she says, taking my other hand, holding on tightly, "How?"

"Just like you told him"

She raises one eyebrow, "Gutted?"

I nod

She scans me over quickly

"How do you not have blood all over you?"

I shrug, "I'm neat"

She laughs softly, "Guess you are"

I smile at her, glad she can at least laugh a little

"Did you find out anything?"

I nod

"Are you leaving again?", she asks quietly

There's worry in her eyes, like there is every time I leave for business

I always try my hardest to soothe the worry but it just can't be helped

She loves me, so she worries

"I found Baek-Hyun's hideout. Or at least where Garam said the hide out is. Namjoon confirmed it is a hideout of his, I just don't know if it's the main one"

"You're going to take him out aren't you?"

I nod, "Yeah jagi. Him, his entire group and whoever is left of his family"

Baek-Hyun didn't have a wife or kids and his parents had already died when he came to work for me

He has a few brothers and if he dragged them into his little group they're dead too

Every one who is around him is dead

She nods

She already knew that the second he sent those assholes to take her, he signed everyone's death warrant

She told his as much too

"You're taking everyone?"

"Yeah. Inner circle and as many guys as we can get", I tell her, "But I'll have a few here with you to protect you while I'm gone"

"Alright. Please be careful Yoongi", she whispers, "Please come back to me"

"I will", I promise, "I'll always come back to you"

I'm not dying

No way

I have too much to live for

I have too much to do

I have to protect her and I will be here to do that

"Can you lay with me until you go?"

I smile, "Yeah jagi"

She moves over so I can lay with her, coming straight into my arms, snuggling into me

I fucking love it

"I love you naekkeo"

"I love you jagi", I whisper, kissing the top of her head, "More than the stars in the sky baby"

[btsugarush]

GANGSTA | myg - 003

summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, and gang related activity; four things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention.

pairings: gang leader!yoongi x f!reader

warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni

warnings for this chapter: attempted sexual assault.

authors note: sorry if you asked to be tagged but weren’t. some accounts wouldn’t let me tag, so if you asked but you’re not here it’s likely because tumblr wouldn’t let me tag you.

word count: 3.3k

The erratic sound of banging on your front door startles you, nearly causing you an untimely death as you almost had a slip and fall in the shower. You regain your balance, groaning in the process as it didn’t take a village to figure out who exactly was pounding on your door at this time of night. You turn the valves, shutting off the water before grabbing a towel from the towel rack and wrapping it around yourself. 

You step out of the tub, your wet feet pattering on the living room floor to let in who you could only assume was Mina. You pull open your front door, and Mina speeds past you without saying a word. “Mina, it’s late. What are you doing here? You know I have work tomorrow,” You frown, shutting the door. 

When you turn to your friend, you notice her eyes were bloodshot red from crying. “Woah… what's wrong?” You scrunch your eyebrows, now feeling worried. “I think Jin is cheating on me.” She sniffs. Your eyes widened, and your mouth dropped open in shock. Jin? Cheating on Mina? You somehow found that hard to believe. Jin was in love with Mina. 

“How can you be sure? Did you catch him?” She shakes her head, plopping down on your couch. “No. It’s just that he’s been acting so weird lately. He’s anxious, jumpy and he’s always checking his phone. He’s been so secretive.”  You make a “tsk” sound, grabbing a chair from your table to pull up across from her, not wanting to sit your wet body on your couch. “You’re overthinking this. You said yesterday that he’s struggling with work, so it’s only plausible that he’s stressed and anxious.” 

“Yeah, but he just doesn’t seem like himself. I’m worried he’s going to leave me.” 

“Mina, Seokjin loves you. I’d be surprised if he was cheating. The guy literally worships the ground you walk on.” You smile softly, trying your best to reassure her. “He doesn’t seem to worship the ground I walk on much lately…” she wipes away the stray tears on her cheeks. “So talk to him, see where he’s coming from. Give him an ultimatum if you have to, I don’t know. But don’t assume the worst.” 

Mina lets out a heavy sigh, slowly nodding her head. “I guess you’re right…” you knew you were right. Jin wasn’t even the type of guy to sneak around. He was always calling you in regards to Mina. What to buy her for her birthday, Christmas, Valentine’s Day. It just didn’t seem likely. “Can I sleep over tonight? I’ll drive you to work tomorrow.” You couldn’t refuse the offer, it beats taking the bus. 

“How can I say no when you drive such a hard bargain?” You chuckle, standing up from the chair and dragging it back to your table. “Did I interrupt something?” Mina asked, just now noticing you were wrapped in a towel. “Only my shower.” You walk back into your bedroom, pulling open your wardrobe to grab a nightgown. You slip on the gown before lazily tossing your towel atop of your dresser. 

Mina comes into your room after you’re dressed, throwing herself into your bed. “How was work today?” She asks. You grimaced. You didn’t even want to think or talk about work after what happened with Yoongi today. That guy seriously gave you the creeps. “Same old, same old until Mr. Kim made me deliver food in Gongdan.” 

Mina gasped, sitting up in your bed. “You went to the devil’s playground?” You nodded, climbing into bed with her. “Yes, and that isn’t even the worst part. The person I was delivering to was that psycho Yoongi.” Mina gagged upon hearing the raven’s name. “I’m still creeped out from your altercation with him and his gang yesterday. What a coincidence.” 

“I wouldn’t quite call it that…” you mumble, your mind wandering back to him knowing the details of your personal life. “What do you mean by that?” She raises a brow. You bite down on your bottom lip, contemplating on whether or not you should tell her about Yoongi and his “connections”. Mina wasn’t the type of person to handle news like that lightly. She’d be freaked out constantly looking over her shoulder. 

“Nothing, I’m just overexaggerating.” You played it off.  “I should get to bed. Don’t wanna collapse on the job tomorrow.” You stood up from your bed to switch off your lights before climbing back in to snuggle under your blanket. “Goodnight.”

“Night.”

“I’ll pick you up when you’re off, alright?”

“Sounds good. See you, Mina!” The blonde waves goodbye before pulling off. Hopefully she takes this time off to talk to her boyfriend, you could tell she was still sad about it. You enter Makoto, the door dinging as you do. “Oh, kid, thank god you’re here. I thought you were going to call off too.” Mr. Kim says upon your arrival; the older man was on the floor taking orders. “Too? Jimin isn’t here?” You frown, looking around for the brunette. 

“No, that unreliable little shit called off. Apparently he has the flu. So hurry up and clock in, then come take over these orders.” You nod, walking to the back of the kitchen. You grab a time card and swipe it through the clock before taking an apron from the hook. As you’re tying the cloth around your waist, the kitchen phone begins to ring. “I got it.” Mr. Kim says, appearing from the cut. 

You grab a notepad and pen from the pen holder, taking Mr. Kim’s place on the floor. There weren’t a lot of people in today, nor did you have a lot of orders to take considering Mr. Kim had already taken most of them. You were shocked that Jimin called off today. He never missed a day of work, you would’ve thought he was immune to any kind of disease. 

“Well, aren’t you a better exception than the old man.” A young brunette says as you approach his table. He’s sitting across from a woman, who doesn’t seem to mind his eyes raking up and down your body. She must’ve been his friend, and not his girl. “Can I get you anything?” 

“Your number.” He chuckles. You roll your eyes, letting out a sigh. You didn’t have time for this. “My name is Taehyung, beautiful. But you can call me Tae.” He bites down on his bottom lip in a sultry way. You shake your head, turning your attention to the girl instead as you saw you were getting nowhere. “Ma’am, can I get you anything?” 

“I’ll just take some water, nothing else.” You write down her order, slowly nodding your head.‘You could’ve had water at your house.’ You thought, feeling as though these people were here to waste your time. You turn back to the man, Tae, seeing if he was finally ready to put aside the flirting and order something. “Now can I get you anything?” 

“Rice cakes.” He replies dryly, looking off put at the fact you rejected him. He must not get too many rejections. You write down the order, throwing a smile their way. “I'll be back with your orders.” You stumble off into the kitchen, catching Mr. Kim stuffing a brown bag into a plastic one. “We’ve got another delivery order today.” He says, holding out the bag for you to take. You look from Mr. Kim, to the bag in his hands. “No way. Last time I went it was that thug, Min Yoongi.” You crossed your arms, refusing to take the bag. 

“Yeah, so what? Like it or not, he’s still a customer. We can’t refuse people just because we don’t like them.”

“It’s more than that, Mr. Kim–” 

Mr. Kim cuts you off before you’re able to continue protesting. “Take the damn order, y/n.” You sigh, snatching the bag from the older man’s hand. When you check the order, you’re not surprised that it’s the same address you went to yesterday. If you didn’t know any better you’d say Mr. Kim knew that Yoongi was stalking you, but he was too scared to put his foot down. If Jimin was there, he’d be the one doing deliveries. Was he actually sick?  You weren’t so sure anymore. 

You exit the kitchen through the back door, same as yesterday. As you pick up the red bike from the ground, you ponder on whether or not you should truly go to the address. You could just ride around, eat that jerk’s dumplings and then come back to work as if you made the trip. ‘What if that asshole calls though? He’ll probably get me fired.’ You pout. Guess you didn’t have a choice. Maybe you’ll just ring the bell this time, sit it out front and leave before he comes out. 

You mount the bike, tie the bag to the handle just as you did the other day and ride off to Gongdan. You didn’t use your GPS this time around, seeing as you knew exactly where the destination was. As you cross over into the devil’s playground, you notice the same group of men standing on the corner smoking weed again. They watch you, whispering something amongst themselves. 

‘Is this a daily routine for them?’ 

As the streets get emptier in this general territory, you knew you were close. For some reason people never seemed to venture where Yoongi’s little headquarters were, except for a few homeless folks. You make a turn, coming up on the warehouse. You ride your bike around to where you remember the front door was, and your face goes grim. 

Yoongi was standing outside, puffing on a cigarette. The raven notices you pull up, and a smile forms his face. So much for leaving the damn food in front of the door. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite delivery girl.” You halt the bike, kicking forward the brakes before dismounting. You hand the raven his food, which he takes. “What? Not speaking to me?” 

You keep your mouth closed, not giving him the satisfaction of you bantering back and forth. You don’t get very far before he’s stopping you from getting onto the bike. “Hey,” the raven grabs your wrist, twirling you around to face him. “I’m talking to you. I don’t take well to being ignored.” 

You snatch your wrist away from him. “And I don’t take well to being stalked. I thought I told you to leave me alone?” Yoongi smirks. “And I thought I told you I get what I want?”

You scoff, crossing your arms. “You may get what you want, but I won’t be one of them. Next time you call my job under false pretenses, I’m not showing up.” You climb back onto the bike, kicking back the brakes before riding away from the warehouse. You don’t even spare a second glance at the man. 

How long was this going to go on for? Was he constantly going to call on you for deliveries on your work days? Perhaps you should adjust your schedule. That way he wouldn’t know what days you worked. Your mind was so clouded with Yoongi that you neglected to pay attention where you were going. You end up making a hard stop as you notice a man in your pathway. “Hey!” You shout at him. “Don’t you know not to stand in the middle of a bike lane?” 

The man doesn’t respond, casually spitting on the ground. You squint your eyes, the stranger looking vaguely familiar. It then dawns on you; he was one of the men that stood on the corner smoking weed. You feel slightly uncomfortable as the guy made no effort to speak, or even move out of your way. “Okay… guess I’ll just go around you then.” You try to maneuver around him, but he blocks your path again.

“What’s your problem? Move.” You say, once again trying to go around. Unfortunately it was all to no avail. You decide to back away instead, but bump into a figure. “Going somewhere?” Another man vocalizes from behind you. Your heart thumps against your chest, knowing no good was going to come from this situation. “We’ve seen you come down this way twice now. Not many girls like you ride through here.” The guy who blocked the front of your bike finally speaks with a gruff voice.

“Look… I don’t want any trouble. I’m just trying to get  back to work.” You tell the guys, attempting to maintain a calm composure. You didn’t want to look as afraid as you felt. They both laugh, sharing a look of amusement with each other. “Heard that, Yejun? She doesn’t want any trouble.”

“Guess she shouldn’t have come to Gongdan then.” 

You look between the two men, trying to come up with some course of action to get out of this predicament. You’re hardly able to make a move before you're suddenly snatched from the bike and being dragged into an alleyway. “Let go of me!” You scream, thrashing your body to get free. “She’s a feisty one, huh?” They simultaneously cackle. 

You notice that the rest of the men you’ve seen standing on the corner were in the alley as well. This was surely premeditated. You're roughly thrown to the ground, two men immediately taking action to pin your arms down before you could get up. “Get the fuck off of me!” You screech, kicking your legs. “Hey, Jiwon, hold her legs down.” One of the guys instructed. Your legs were suddenly held down; you were completely restrained, and at the mercy of these sick men. 

“Stop! Let go!” Another man is straddling you, pulling out a pocket knife. “Scream all you want, girl. You’re in Gongdan, no one’s gonna come to your rescue.” The man takes the pocket knife, cutting the top of your shirt. Your eyes flutter shut, tears rolling down your cheeks. ‘This can’t be happening… I can’t believe this is happening…’

“Don’t you peons have anything better to do?” A monotone voice speaks behind the men. The group turns around, coming face to face with none other than Yoongi. “Yo, it’s Agust D.” One of the guys holding down your arms whispered. ‘Agust D? Yoongi?’ You opened your eyes, lifting your head to see the raven leaned against the brick wall, his hands in his pockets as he eyed the men. 

“Get off her and get the fuck out of here.” He says in a calm, but warning tone. The stoic look on his face unwavered. All the men spared glances with one another, mulling over the threat. The guy with the pocket knife nods, flipping the blade closed before climbing off of you. The men released you, dipping off down the other end of the alley, avoiding Yoongi at all cost. You were surprised they actually listened to him, seeing as there were more of them than there were of Yoongi. He must really strike fear into people’s hearts. 

You sit up from the ground, staring down at your ripped shirt in embarrassment. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, sniffling. Yoongi approaches your shaken figure, crouching down to your level. You look up at him, and the raven tilts his head slightly. “So Wonder Woman, you ready to accept a ride today?” 

You sigh, slowly nodding your head. You didn’t think you could ride back on the bike after this. Yoongi stands up, extending a hand for you to take. You stare at this hand, your mind only thinking about all the blood that’s probably covered it once before. “C’mon, sweetheart. You gotta get back to work, don’t you?” 

You hesitantly take his hand, letting the raven pull you up to your feet. “H-how did you know I was back here?” You ask him curiously. “I saw your bike.”

‘Yeah right, you were following me…’

With your hand still in his, Yoongi leads you to his black Nissan Sentra. He opens the passenger door for you, and you climb in. The raven rounds the other side of the car, grabbing your bike from the bike lane. He opens the back door, adjusting his seats so he could fit the bike in. “That’s as good as it’s gonna get.” He mumbles, shutting the back door. 

He finally climbs into the driver’s seat, slamming his car door close. You sit quietly as the car peels off. “Are you hurt? Did they–” 

“Can we just not talk and sit in silence?” You cut him off. As if this jerk really cared about you. It’s his fault you were at the devil’s playground in the first place. The raven nods marginally, sitting in silence per your request. As the two of you kept the peace, your eyes ever so slightly peered over to him. “You know,” you started. “This is all your fault,” Yoongi smiles as though he knew you weren’t going to keep quiet. That just didn’t seem like your style. “If you hadn’t called me down here again, I wouldn’t have been assaulted.”

“So much for silence.” He chuckled.

“You think because you're a self proclaimed bad boy, with a horrific rep, and a cute smile that girls are supposed to fall at your feet. Well, I refuse to be one of them, okay? So, give it up.” The raven now has his eyes on you, a grin on his face as if he enjoyed your little outburst. “You done now, sweetheart? Did you get it all off your chest?” You huffed, looking out of the window. “Good.” The car goes mute again,  and you gently bite down on your bottom lip. You wanted to ask the raven questions that had been on your mind since you met him, but you were afraid of his reaction. You decide to take the risk anyway, considering your circumstances.

“Is it true what people say about you?” 

Yoongi quirks a brow. “You’re gonna have to be more specific, princess. People say a lot of things about me.” You look away from the window, facing the man of many names. “Have you… killed people before?” You watch Yoongi’s facial expression change; it’s serious, dark. “If I’ve killed people do you really think I’d tell you?” 

You shrug. “Probably not, but If you haven’t it would be a simple no.” The raven looks over at you, his eyes boring into yours. “No. I haven’t.” 

One would feel relieved upon hearing that, but for some reason you didn’t quite believe him. Not with the way people seemed to stop breathing at his very presence.

Yoongi pulls up in front of Makoto, getting out of the car first to wedge your bike from his backseat. You open your door, following suit as you move around the car to take the bike from the raven. He closes the car door, leaning his back against it. The two of you stand in silence for a moment before you let out a deep sigh. “Thanks… for getting those guys off of me. Even though it’s your fault.” You mutter the last sentence. Yoongi smiles. “Don’t mention it, Princess. Maybe you can thank me in another way sometime.” 

He pushes himself off of the car, pulling open his driver’s door. “You got something wrong about me yesterday in your little autobiography,” Yoongi stops, raising an eyebrow at you. “Jungkook isn’t my boyfriend. Yet.” You inform him. The raven hums. “Noted. That makes this even easier.” 

“Easier?” You deride. “You really think you have a chance with me, don’t you?” 

Yoongi shakes his head. “I don’t think I do, I know I do. You called my smile cute, remember? Pretty sure I’ve already got you.” He flashes a cocky smile your way before climbing into his car. The raven looks at you one last time before driving away, and you watch as the car flies down the road, disappearing from your sight. 

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[yuyu1024]

I've been waiting for next chapter after prison and escape loved reading your story it was amazing enjoyed reading when will you update don't wanna rush but dying to read the next

I'm so sorry if im really slow at updates.. I do have something written already not that much...

🥹 but yeeey... thank you for liking my simple writing.. 🖤🖤🖤

[xjoonchildx]

Atp i need all mafia dom yoongi fics that's available in this platform 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫

YES! LET'S TALK ABOUT YOONGI MAFIA FICS 🥵 🥵 🥵 

okay so right off the bat i know @anotherbtswriter has a new one that i'm dying to read (i've been reading/reviewing a long fic the last few days) but i'm going to check it out very soon because evie is a killer writer. check it out here.

now as for others. i wanna hear y'all's recs! you guys know my brain stutters whenever i get a specific kind of fic request so i would love it if you guys would rec (OR SELF REC!) yoongi mafia fics 💕

[pennyellee]

this is literally my last f*cking semester yall, why the fuck it is so time consuming, anywaaaay here is a sneak peak for you fairies 🤓🫶🏻



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