#and then tongue his throat in a dark park like 20 min later

[desperatelyfragile]

genuinely insane behavior to imagine your dead husband staring at you like this while you ignore him

[jjungkookislife]

Puppy love ║ kth ║ part six: I-I can explain

dog dad!Taehyung x dog groomer!yn

wc: 2k

warnings: cursing, fboy!kook, strained sibling relationship mentions, implications of aroused!kook

a/n: writing in between screenshots

Yoonji sighed, shaking her head as she closed her app.  She didn’t want to be too bummed out over a cute guy she didn’t know, but she wasn’t willing to put her heart on the line if it didn’t work out.  She’d rather feel this slight ache now than a major heartbreak later.  

You were bubbling with excitement as the minutes ticked by and you finished wiping the counter.  You’d be off the clock and able to see Yoonji, Jimin and Yoongi at Kim’s.  

“Finally!” You exclaim as you flip the sign on the front door from ‘Open’ to ‘Closed’.  You lock the door before stepping out of the building and straight to your car, hoping nobody stops you to ask for an appointment.  

The second you’re behind the wheel and adjusting your seatbelt, your phone goes off with messages.  You pause, taking your phone out of your bag to check it before you drive off.

You were apprehensive to meet more of Yoongi and Jimin’s friends, not knowing how their personality would mesh with yours.  If you had met them one at a time, like you had with Hoseok, it would be easier on you.  You felt overwhelmed but quickly remembered Yoonji would be there as well and she’d be meeting his friends for the first time. 

The Min twins hadn’t been this close until the past year.  They both had a hard time finding themselves, feeling like they were in each other’s shadow.  That all changed when Yoonji went to school in Busan.  There, nobody knew her as Yoongi’s twin but as just Yoonji.  She liked that, thrived in it and for the first time in her life, she felt like she could be herself and not her brother’s shadow.  

You admired her growth, glad that her self-discovery had made her more confident in herself, and yet she remained your best friend.  The twins were just now melding their friendship, wanting to get back that closeness that they had lost before.  It took effort on both their parts, but Yoonji meeting the rest of Yoongi and Jimin’s friends was a big deal.  The two often kept their worlds separate, but that couldn’t be helped when you were best friends with Yoonji and Jimin, thus bringing in Yoongi into the equation.  

You loved Yoongi though, how could you not?  He was sweet and gentle but wasn’t scared to be honest with you.  He was loyal, immensely talented, and cared about you deeply simply because you were a friend.  

You valued all of their friendships, and you wanted to be able to have fun tonight and put in your best effort in meeting his friends; no matter how nervous it made you.  You found peace knowing Yoongi wouldn’t keep bad company, and with that thought on your mind, you changed your outfit and waltzed out the door to meet your friends. 

Taehyung walked Tannie to the park, holding his leash as Tannie sniffed the surrounding ground.  

Tae wanted to meet up with his friends, but he was in one of those moods where he just wasn’t up to socializing.  He knew if he’d told his friends the truth, they’d understand, but he wasn’t one to make them worry.  Instead, he decided to clear his head by going on a walk with his dog at the park.  He figured the fresh air and Tannie’s excitement would be enough for him to relax and hopefully get out of this mood that weighed heavily on his heart. 

Yoonji was waiting for you outside the restaurant as you walked up. Her face lit up, and she wrapped her arms around you so tight you thought she’d squeeze you out of your dress. 

“I can’t breathe,” you manage to say as you try to hug her back while taking a breath when she eases up on her grip. 

“Sorry!” She’s quick to apologize.  “I’ve missed you!”

“I missed you too!  I hope you weren’t out here too long.” You state, hoping you hadn’t inconvenienced her. 

“Just a minute or two.  Jimin and Yoongi went to greet their friend. Apparently it’s his place.  Or one of them, I should say.”  Yoonji informed you as the two of you walk into the crowded restaurant. 

“Oh? Wow!”  You take in the atmosphere as Yoonji leads you to the back of the restaurant where there’s a large table set up and Yoongi and Jimin wait for the both of you.  You sit beside Jimin, and beside you sits Yoonji, leaving the seat to her left empty.  

“You made it,” Jimin says as he hugs you, kissing your cheek. 

“We’re all back together again,” you grin as you feel slightly at ease to be surrounded by your friends. 

A few minutes after catching up briefly, there’s a loud group entering the restaurant.  It catches your attention and Yoonji’s head whips around to face her brother; a scowl on her face.  

“You didn’t tell me he was coming!”  She hisses at her brother, who shrugs. 

“I didn’t know til last minute.  Taehyung isn’t coming though,” Yoongi says as he grabs his drink and the group of men come closer.  

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he spots Yoonji, looking away, only to realize his friends have filled the remaining seats and the only spot empty is beside her.

Yoonji puts her hand on your thigh, silently asking you what to do.  She had filled you in on her last conversation with him just a few hours ago and you knew the last thing she wanted was to be in the same place as him, much less sitting beside him.  

“Hey guys!” Jimin chirps with a grin and a wave.  Everyone says hi before they’re all staring at you and Yoonji.  Jungkook stares at his lap, his cheeks pink.  

“This is my sister Yoonji and our friend Y/n.”

You wave.  

Namjoon smiles, “so you’re the girl Tae-“

Hoseok elbows him.

You raise your brow, confused.

“The girl he takes his dog too.” Namjoon finishes lamely.  

You nod, “he’s Tannie’s dad?”

“He’ll be bummed he didn’t come tonight,” Seokjin appears with a smile, extending his hand out for you and Yoonji to shake.  

“It’s a pleasure to meet you and Yoonji.  We’ve heard so much about you two.”

“Wish we could say the same,” Yoonji states, glaring at her brother.  Yoongi sighs, “you’ll be fine.  Plus, you’ve got Y/n right there.”

“Y/n?” Jungkook speaks for the first time.  You nodded.  

Jungkook furrows his brows before looking at Hoseok, “isn’t that your girlfriend’s name too?”

Hoseok nods and Jungkook licks his lips, “weird.”

“Ignore him, he doesn’t get out much,” Namjoon says as he pats the seat beside him for Seokjin to sit down for a second.  

“That’s not what I heard,” Yoonji mumbles loud enough for you and Jungkook to hear.  Jungkook’s cheeks turn red along with his ears.  He coughs uncomfortably before he excuses himself. 

“Yoonji!” You hiss the moment he’s gone.  

“What? It’s true.”

You know you won’t get anywhere with her, so you turn to Jimin and talk to him instead.  You didn’t care for rude people, and if Yoonji was going to treat Jungkook like this all night; you wanted no part in it.  Yoonji knew that, so she too, excused herself.  

“I wish Tae had come,” Jimin sighs as you finished the last of your dessert.  

“I’d like to meet him properly sometime.  I like all your friends, even Jungkook that’s been hiding most of the night.”

Jimin chuckles, “he’s not a bad guy, honest.  He just likes to fuck, which isn’t a bad thing, but he’s got a reputation that makes him seem like a fuckboy.  He’s always up front about his intentions.  He never lies to any of his partners about what he wants.”

You nod in understanding.  Jimin plays with the straw in his glass, “however, I’m not messing with Yoonji and Jungkook.  If they like each other or they just want to fuck, they can figure it out on their own.  They’re both adults, and frankly, it’s none of my business where Jungkook puts his dick.”

“Better not be in Yoonji,” Yoongi huffs, but Jimin rolls his eyes and silences him with a kiss. 

“Let her do what she wants.  She knows what’s best for her.”

“I know,” Yoongi sighs dejectedly, curling into his boyfriend's side.  “I just worry about her…”

“She can handle her own.  Come on, let’s go see where she ran off too so we can get you home.”  Jimin helps Yoongi up and you rise from your seat to follow them. 

You linger at the front door, noting the sun is long gone and the darkness of the night has overwhelmed the sky.  You look down the street, giggling when you see a couple kissing quite passionately.  Hands moving up and down the woman’s body while her hands grip the collar of his button-down shirt.  The rest of his shirt is half pulled out of his tight jeans and when his hand comes up to cup her face, you see the tattoos on his hands.  

“Is that Yoonji and Jungkook?!” You gasp, attracting your friends’ attention, now joined by Hoseok and Namjoon.  

“Son of a bitch,” Namjoon huffs, placing a $20 bill in Hoseok’s open palm. 

“I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist her,” Hoseok grins as he pockets the money.  Yoongi shoves them both.  

“When did that happen?” Jimin asks, blinking and rubbing his eyes to make sure he’s seeing correctly.  “She hated him at dinner.”

“And now his tongue is down her throat,” Seokjin chuckles as he joins the group.  

“So who’s gonna go get her?” You ask as you say ‘not it’ right after.  

Unfortunately, Jimin loses and ends up walking toward them, looking over his shoulder every few steps to pout.  He taps Jungkook on the shoulder to get his attention, knowing Yoonji would bite his finger off.  

You can’t hear what he’s saying to them, but when he turns and points at the sizable group, you wave.  Yoonji crosses her arms, shaking her hair out of her face and straightening her outfit.  

She looks at Jungkook, biting her lip.  Jungkook swallows thickly, adjusting his shirt but not tucking it back into his pants.  Jimin shrugs, walking away from them before rejoining the group. 

“What happened?” Hoseok asks when Jimin doesn’t immediately spill. 

“Jungkook is gonna walk her home.  Come on, Min Twin,” Jimin grabs his boyfriend’s hand and leads him away.  You hesitate, taking your phone out to call Yoonji, who is still talking to Jungkook.  

She answers immediately, looking at you. 

“Are you sure you want him to walk you home? I can take you,” you state.  

“Uh… yeah.   It’s not too far from here.  Don’t worry, I’ll text you when I get there.”  Yoonji hangs up, and you receive a text from her with Jungkook’s phone number just in case. 

You nod, waving at the rest of the boys before you get into your car.  They wait for you to drive off before they go their separate ways.  

Taehyung lies on the couch when he gets home, and that’s where Jungkook finds him an hour later after leaving with Yoonji. 

“How was the park?” He asks tentatively. 

Taehyung shrugs, “fine.”

“You missed meeting Y/n.” 

“I’ve met Hoseok’s girlfriend ,” Taehyung answers as he calls for Tannie.  The pup comes running, jumping onto his chest. 

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “no.  Y/n, as in your dream girl Y/n.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen as he sits up with Tannie in his arms, “she was there?!  The love of my life was there?!”

Jungkook nods

“And YOU got to meet her before me?!”

Again, Jungkook nods. 

“That’s not fair!  I didn’t even get her name, and you got to spend time with her and get her name?”

“We told you to go with us,” Jungkook shrugs as he yawns.  Taehyung finally noticed his friend's disheveled appearance. 

“What happened to you?”

“I… met Yoonji.” Jungkook blushes as he unbuttons his shirt.  Pink marks litter his neck and chest. 

“Some meeting,” Tae whistles as Jungkook runs the nape of his neck. 

“Yeah… we’re going out tomorrow.  I’m excited,” Jungkook admits.  Taehyung is glad for his friend. He knew his interest in Yoonji was bigger than anyone else he had ever met, and after she had rejected him, he had been feeling down.  He hopes the date goes well, he likes seeing Jungkook happy.  

puppy love ║ kth

part six: I-I can explain

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[arcadeguk]

coterie

coterie; an intimate and often exclusive group of persons with a unifying common interest or purpose

prompt: “sorry i’m protective over the things i love” + “anyone up for tacos?”

pairing: mainly yoongi x reader, appearances from everyone bc i can’t help myself

genre: fluff, angst, dangerous situations (?) it’s a gang au u know what’s up

a/n: outro tear has me whipped and i couldn’t decide who i wanted in this au so it’s everyone. also i love me a badass female lead character wow i can’t wait strap in bitches

cigarette smoke swirls in gentle columns around your face, tickling your nose and trailing the curves of your cheeks. the air smells of leather, men’s cologne, and dark, amber-colored whiskey - the kind that makes your chest burn and heave, but it brings you one step closer to euphoria, to heaven, to bliss. the lights are slow, and fade in between all the colors of the rainbow, throwing fluorescent spots of light onto the shadows that stand, milling around the room. the figures fail to reveal people, better yet black outlines of who they are, with no color or detail - nothing specific to offer. every once in a while, a blotch of violet will drip down the shoulder of a stockbroker from wall street, who’s currently trying to land at least three girls at once. an explosion of turquoise dapples the face of a woman who looks much older in daylight, but tonight, the darkness and her painted face shave 15 years off her life, and she could almost appear girlish to the men who are too drunk to think of their families at home, of the lives they live from 9 to 5. no - here, now, they’re as free as they’re ever going to be - and they know it. so another shot is downed, another sleazy smile thrown, accompanied by a $20 bill, and the night starts (or ends) for yet another pair.

“so, run this by me again, is this a bar or a super secret sex cult? because, at this point, i’m not entirely sure if there’s a difference” you mention, turning your head towards jung hoseok, the secondhand man on this mission, all while keeping your eyes glued on the multiple scenes going on in front of you. hoseok squints at the same tragedy you’re looking at, and sighs, slumps slightly on the bar you’re both seated at, before taking a long swig of his rum and coke. “god, this place is really like a fucking trainwreck, you wanna look away but you can’t” he murmurs into the glass, before taking another gulp, eyes squeezed shut.

setting the glass down, hoseok pulls his sleeve up slightly to reveal an expensive looking watch - one that you can’t remember if he paid for or he stole - he was awfully nimble, having gone from stealing petty change to slipping rolexes off mens’ wrist before he was 20. long, thin fingers adjust the face, giving an open-mouthed sigh once he realizes the time. hoseok glances towards the ominous looking black door at the end of the bar, the same one your precious, darling, hardened gang leader boyfriend min yoongi had disappeared behind approximately an hour and a half ago.

min yoongi was a creature of the night, a beast to be reckoned with, the fear, and yet the pride, of korea. by the tender age of 21 years old, he’d had korea under his thumb, sitting fat and happy in his 14 room penthouse apartment in seoul. lazing on his throne, yoongi could just watch the other gangs (whom he fondly referred to as the “ants under his feet”), as they fought and battled for their dearest min yoongi’s attention, love, and most of all - money. yoongi, however, needed no more allies, as he had found his family early on in life, creating an invincible bond with 6 other boys, who hailed from all over the country, convening in seoul on one unfortunate night, when a parking lot arms deal had gone bad. namjoon described it simply as “right time, right place”. you had always chuckled at this - solid, sure namjoon, who’d nearly taken a bullet that night for a boy he barely knew - a scrappy young man from daegu who was determined to either watch the world burn or lead it as it crumbled. needless to say, the boys found yoongi’s charisma, drive, and steady leadership irresistible, and that’s how they all ended up where they are now - seokjin most likely hovering over a computer, eyes flickering from surveillance screen to surveillance screen, while yelling at jeongguk and taehyung “to shut the fuck up some of us are trying to work”. namjoon is probably buried away in his office, planning the next job, making sure it’s “even better than the last”. meanwhile, jimin, hoseok, yoongi, and yourself found yourselves at this disgusting bar (sex cult? 50 shades thing? really who knew), ordering drinks and occasionally checking phones, watches, exits, lookouts, and doors.

your story, however, had a little more flavor. the gang, the mafia - it went by many names, but to you, it was home. a long childhood floating in between houses and apartments and police holding cells had left you with a very particular skill set, one that wouldn’t be any use of you to you in the “real world”. after graduating, you found yourself in the shittiest apartment known to man, in the (arguably) worst part of town, beating the absolute shit out of douchebag men on the streets who had been wanted by some group for one thing or another, all while swiping their wallets in the process (for your trouble, of course). however, one night, while desperately strapped for cash, you tried your luck at one of the hottest bars in town, managing to convince the bouncer to let you in (you still thank that red bodycon dress everyday). there, you had spotted a certain min yoongi, who had at least 7 models dripping from his elbows, smiling and smirking his way through the evening, making sure each and every person there was aware of the power he possessed. it would be so romantic to say that your eyes locked from across the room, that in that moment, wordless “i love you”’s had been exchanged, and you saw a flash forward of your lives together - a wedding, children, a gorgeous house, with a golden retriever thrown in to boot. again, romantic. but no.

you’d tried to steal his wallet, nearly salivating at the sight of his silver piercings, thick wallet, the diamond cufflinks, and the numerous rings that adorned his thin fingers, fingers that wrapped around a shot glass so deliciously. moments later, you found yourself bloodied, panting, and pressed up against the women’s bathroom wall. firm hands held you in place, one on your shoulder, the other biting into the soft flesh of your waist. the cold metal of his rings cut into your skin through your thin dress, and the urge to rip them off his stupidly beautiful hands and run away with them possessed you. your hands gripped his bicep and shoulder, as you frantically tried to ignore the way his lean muscles rolled under your fingertips, how his body adjusted under the pressure of your hands, or the devilish smirk he threw you under the dim lights - brown eyes sparkling like a kid on christmas morning. he scanned you up and down as he panted, attempting to catch his breath, tongue occasionally flicking out to taste the blood that bubbled from his lip. once his eyes had finally risen, he’d thrown you another world class smile, and spoke, hot breath fanning on your face, “i like you. a lot. looking for a job? or is beating men to a pulp in women’s restrooms a full time gig?”

you had snorted at his offer, and adjusted yourself in his hold, debating between breaking free or grabbing his face to suck it off for all it was worth. “no need to be such a dick” you sneered at him. pushing him back off you again, only for him to try and pull you closer. he rolled his eyes, casting them heavenward before letting the most sarcastic of smirks grace his face.

“sweetheart, that’s the last thing i’m trying to think about right now.” when his eyes settle on yours for just a beat too long, you’ve convinced yourself of two things: he was most definitely made of pure marble, carved by the gods themselves and whatever he was selling, you wanted to buy 10.

jimin whining from behind you pulls you from your reverie, his high pitched voice reaching your ears, and you perk up to listen. “the fuck is taking him so long?” he grumbles, checking his watch yet again and anxiously looking at the door. “it’s yoongi, he’ll be fine” hoseok mumbles, slightly amused by the younger boy’s worrying. “he shouldn’t have gone in there alone, that was his first mistake…” jimin murmurs to no one in particular. “he’ll be fine” you reassure louder, more yourself than jimin, and hoseok throws you a tight smile.

calmness falls over the three of you, a bliss that is soon interrupted by shouts, yells, and yoongi’s hoarse, deep voice croak out from somewhere in the large room, “fucKING RUN”

what happens next is blur of fists, grunts, muffled curses and the sounds of guns being yanked out of holsters. you manage to land several good punches before you even get a look at yoongi - who’s bleeding heavily from one cheek, sporting the beginnings of a world class black eye under the other. your throat constricts ever so slightly at the sight of him hurt, but your heart swells with pride when he lands a well-aimed kick square on the crotch of a man wearing a finely tailored suit. screams and shoves from the crowd block your view of yoongi, and you find yourself fighting at least two men at once, although at this point, it could be be three. you slam one man’s head into the bar, only to turn around and cleverly block another’s suckerpunch. suddenly, there’s a blur of black hair, and your most recent assailant drops to the floor.

“i had that, dickhead” you chirp to yoongi, who turns around with a grin and gently runs a thumb over your bruised and bloodied eyebrow.

“sure you did, babygirl.”

“i’m sorry, did you not see how i practically threw that dude over the bar? i think his eyes are nestled somewhere nicely at the back of his neck now.”

firm hands are placed on your back, and push you towards a door, with a half-broken and dim EXIT sign hanging from the top of it. “stop flirting and let’s get the fuck out of here, hmm?” is hissed in your ear, and you can’t help but turn around and grin at the very obviously annoyed jimin, who’d tried so hard to avoid blowing the cover this whole time, only to have it all go completely to hell. jimin maneuvers you quickly into the crowd of people yelling and filing out, and occasionally glancing behind him to make sure yoongi and hoseok weren’t far behind.

stepping out into the surprisingly bright night after the near pitch-blackness of the bar has you squinting, but it barely takes a heartbeat for you to recognize yoongi’s decked out black mercedes, looking inconspicuous in such a wealthy part of town. reaching behind you, you grasp jimin’s hand and give it a quick squeeze, a gentle reminder to walk calmly to the car, sinking as far into the shadows of the street as possible. jimin clears his throat twice behind you, indicating he understood, and his slowed gait reminds hoseok and yoongi of the same thing. the most powerful gang south korea had ever seen, who’d just come walking out of a world-class bar fight that will most definitely make the 6 am news? no clue what you’re talking about, absolutely nothing to see here.

you pull open the backseat door, freezing once you hear the tell-tale sirens of seoul’s finest, racing to the scene after a frenzied call from a terrified bar owner. you hurriedly clamber into the back seat, face breaking out into a smile when taehyung shoots you a megawatt grin through the rearview mirror.

“your uber’s heeeeere!” he chirps in a singsong voice. he watches as the rest of the boys shove their way into the car.

“could have gone better?” he smirks, and jeongguk giggles from the front seat, an ipad illuminating his face. “you could say that” you murmur, as you scootch over closer to namjoon, who’s stretching and rolling his shoulders.

hoseok huffs as he climbs into the backseat and makes a noise of surprise when he sees namjoon sitting there. “my god, he lives. i didn’t think you existed outside of that closet you call an office.”

“hoseok, i’m about to smack that dumbass orange hair off your damn head.”

“oh, i’d like to see you try, joonie darling.”

“move, asswipes” yoongi grumbles, shoving hoseok and jimin to the absolute back row, while taking his rightful spot next to you.

“as much as i’d hate to interrupt the playful banter, we’ve got a problem here, boss,” taehyung says from the driver’s seat, directing his comment to yoongi but keeping his eyes fixated on a set of officers, who are walking all-too-calmly towards the parked car. “seokjin is looking for an open route, but the police have almost the entire neighborhood blocked off.” jeongguk says breathlessly, fiddling with the bluetooth in his ear, hanging on every word seokjin yelps into the headset.

“they’ve already set up a perimeter, jesus christ” jimin breathes, and hoseok snorts from behind you and coolly runs a hand through his orange midpart, “what a great night for them to finally do some active policing.”

“taehyung,” yoongi’s cold, calm voice murmurs from next to you, and you know the tone well. it’s the tone yoongi reserves for only specific occasions, for moments when he feels like he no longer has control over the situation. for moments when everything could very easily fall apart. for moments when all other variations of himself are dead and gone, when he needs to make a concise, smart decision, when he’s in pure damage control mode. “i don’t care if you have to drive through a fucking mansion and olympic sized pool. get. us. the. hell. out. of. here.”

taehyung swallows, and his hands flex as they grip the wheel. he slowly puts the car in reverse, and makes more room in front. the police officers pick up their pace, and one of them even has the audacity to flag your car down.

“hard right once we get down the street, then just gun it until we reach that weird strip club namjoon goes to. perimeter should end there.” jeongguk orders from the front seat, reading seokjin’s words verbatim. namjoon whispers ‘it’s not weird god” and taehyung gives a stiff nod. yoongi’s hand creeps onto your lap, and clutches your knee through your dress, and you can’t help but be surprised.

hoseok had said something interesting at breakfast this morning. yoongi had stumbled out of bed, sleepy and unusually clinging with you (especially around the guys). as he’d gone to take a shower, hoseok had casually mentioned the importance of you and yoongi’s relationship. and now you saw he might be right: min yoongi really was going soft.

“go now” jeongguk orders hoarsely, and taehyung slams on the gas for all its worth. the car lurches forward, and taehyung expertly hands the wheel, straightening the luxury vehicle in a heartbeat, and it’s screaming down the open road in a second. “police barrier!” jeongguk yelps, and taehyung sets his jaw, driving right through the wooden stands and police tape. yells and hollers of men are heard outside, and policemen scatter to their cars to begin a pursuit.

“lose them now, tae” yoongi orders, gripping the back of the passenger seat while checking over his shoulder at the army of police cars approaching. red, white, and blue light up the interior of the car, and illuminate yoongi’s creased brow. one hand is planted firmly on your knee, the other hovering just above his right hip. his fingers smooth over the cold metal of the gun, and yoongi makes a split second decision. he unholsters the gun, and you can’t help but snort.

“wanna piss them off even more, babe?” you question, unholstering your gun from the garter under your dress. “if yoongi isn’t actively pissing someone off, he isn’t having a good day” jimin mumbles, blowing his bangs away from his eyes as he cocks his own firearm.

“shoot out their tires” yoongi orders, and you can’t help but stare at him dumbfounded. “doesn’t that shit only happen in the movies?” you squeak. 4 years you’ve been with the boys, and this was most definitely the craziest night yet.

“we’re about to find out” yoongi grunts.

he leans out the window, aims and fires, blowing out the front tires of the first car. the car screeches, desperately trying to slow down, and ends up side-sweeping across the lanes, stopping several cars in its wake. leaning out the window, you, jimin, and hoseok follow suit, blindly shooting at the wheels in the darkness of the night.

the loud pops of gunshots fill your ears, the microphoned voices of policemen ordering you to “pull over, now!” sends a shiver down your spine. adrenaline courses through your veins, making you deaf and numb to the gunshots fired back at the boys’ car. you duck back into the cabin of the car, and grab another magazine to load into your gun.

you glance to the side, catching yoongi’s eyes as he looks down at you. he leans down to your level, and catches your lips on his, in a fleeting kiss that doesn’t last as nearly long as you wanted it to.

“having fun, baby?” he smirks, nudging your nose with his.

“being shot at in a high speed police chase in the dead of night, after narrowly escaping a potentially brutal bar fight? i’d say i’m not having fun, i’m having the time of my life.” you grin at yoongi, and his eyes soften ever so slightly, his face relaxing into a smile.

“we’ve got some distance between us and them, what’s the next move, boss?” jimin huffs as he crouches back down into the backseat of the car. the back windshield gives one final crack, before falling apart completely as soon as taehyung hits a bump. the glass shatters, covering everyone in the two back rows of the car. “as much as i’m sure you’ve enjoyed taking my mercedes for a joy ride, taehyung, i think it’s time we really get the hell out of here.” yoongi hisses towards the front seat, but the anger is all smoke and mirrors: he knows one glorious, exuberant fact: tonight, min yoongi, famed leader of the most powerful gang in korea, won.

taehyung responds with a tight chuckle - “got it”, and presses on the gas pedal even further. “quick left on the side street, another hard right on that sketchy alley, and we should be home free,” jeongguk dictates, and yoongi hums his approval.

seokjin’s face appears on the console screen, and jeongguk leans over, long finger stabbing the green accept button.

“now what the FUCK was that?” he screeches, voice high and tinny through the car speakers.

“just a detour, hyung” yoongi hums softly, turning to you with his scrunched up eyes and full gummy smile on display. half beat to hell and juuust escaping arrest, and yoongi still looks drop-dead handsome. how he did it was beyond you.

“well, the next time you sweet precious angels decide to take the scenic route, throw up a warning, hmm? i’ve been sitting here routing and rerouting you guys. do you know how many police radios i’ve been cracking into, playing through my entire “vines that keep me from ending it all” playlist? it’s a miracle they haven’t caught up to you guys, you really need to be more careful.”

“i’ll file that away for later, thanks. can you get us home now? also namjoon, you’re gonna have to pull whatever magic-trick-harry-potter bullshit you used last time that managed to convince that mechanic guy to fix up the benz without going through the legalities.” yoongi says, the adrenaline in his body finally melting into bloodstream. heart no longer pounding, veins no longer burning, yoongi can finally focus on more than one thing at a time, on the multiple boys and things that desperately need his attention. seokjin grunts his agreement, and hangs up, leaving the car in a gentle silence, cushioned by the blowing of wind through the windowless back of the car. some shuffling, an occasional yawn is the only thing that breaks the stillness. then, muffled from somewhere in the front seat, “anyone up for tacos?”

even from the bathroom, your senses dulled by the ceiling fan and thick air, you can hear yoongi’s huffs and yawns. you shuffle into the bedroom, half getting dressed and half watching him. yoongi stands in front of the bed, sighing loudly as he yanks his jacket and tie off, rolls his sleeves to his elbows, and kicks off his shoes. yoongi collapses onto the fluffy white cloud of sheer divinity, phone in hand, lips pouted as he flicks through emails and messages and timelines. you gently climb onto the bed, wearing your most beloved pair of pj’s - one of yoongi’s old t-shirts, and a pair of your fluffiest sweatpants. you settle into yoongi’s side, and he adjusts to accommodate you. you rest your head on his chest as he tucks an arm under you, involuntarily humming when he can feel the warmth of your body begin to seep through his clothes.

he turns his head to the side, planting a long, warm kiss on your forehead. “you kicked ass tonight” he murmurs, and you hum back, eyes closing too fast for you to even think about it. it’s only when yoongi starts drawing shapes on your back - little hearts, stars, “i love you”’s - that you realize how truly tired you are, how warm and comfy he is, and how there’s nowhere else in this world you’d rather be. “so did you” you whisper back, and yoongi smiles, the crescent shape of his mouth pressed to your forehead.

“thanks for always being there. thanks for always having my back. thanks for going with me on every crazy idea i have. i wish that tonight hadn’t been so...”

“intense? insane? adrenaline-inducing?” you finish for him, and he grins. the air between you two falls silent for a second, and the velvety darkness threatens to drag you even further down.

“just always wanna make sure you’re safe”, he murmurs into your hair, hiding his blushing red cheeks in the strands. “sorry i’m so protective over the things i love, i can’t help it.”

you hum, tiredness and warmth dragging you down to inky black sleep. “could say the same thing to you, babyboy.”

right now, yoongi’s sure of three things: he can’t handle that nickname, he’s most definitely about to cry, and he’s really going to marry you one day.

“and to think, so long ago, you were just a cute little thing in that tight little dress, hiding away in a woman’s room just hoping i would walk in.” yoongi says, eyes scrunching and mouth forming into a massive smile as he reflects back on the night.

“shut up, your breath smells like taco sauce and liquor.”

he leans down to leave a loud, wet kiss right on your lips, one that you can’t help but return to him tenfold. you break away, breathless, and take one long gaze into those yummy honey brown eyes

“oh, min yoongi, hoseok was right.”

he snorts, “about what?”

“you have gone soft.”

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Having a blade in hand walking towards the guy twisting it slowly “You know this is my least favorite knife” I sighed sadly “Do you know why” I asked the guy let out a muffled yell seeing the knife was huge. “It’s because it’s to big I actually prefer a smaller one, more pain and a slower death” I said “But the person who ordered to kill you had a little bit of sympathy they said and I quote ‘Do whatever you want with him but make it fast he is my husband after all’ end of quote” I quoted.

The guys widened drastically “O yeah bud it was your wife, I’m glad my wife hasn’t did that yet” I muttered “You poor basterd” I said before he had a chance to react I slashed his throat let him choke on his own blood. The blood poured down the drain right under his shoes. That didn’t stop it from getting on me I felt half of my face wet my sweater splattered with blood, oh don’t forget my shoes my poor shoes were covered in blood completely soaked.

Looking down sighing in return before moving towards the bag of ‘instruments’ grabbing a blood red lip stick applying it a stamp that was formed into lips. Walking over to the guy grabbing his chin and placing the stamp on the cheek I mean they didn’t call you kiss of death just for nothing. I stood for a while wiping down the ‘instruments’ and throwing the rag on the floor removing your black gloves and putting them inside a bag so you can burn later even your clothes.

Hearing your phone ring was surprising no one was supposed to call you during the ‘job’ seeing the caller ID made you pick up your phone as fast I could “DAD” I half-yelled “I haven’t seen you in almost four months” I said leaving my phone between my shoulder and my ear while packing up my stuff and taking them to the car. “Hey sweetheart I know this isn’t how I was supposed to start the conversation, but I need a favor��� My dad asked “Of course anything for you, so what is it” I said.

My dad filled me on the details while I packed and got out of the lot to drive back home to prepare for 20 min trip to Charming. During the ride after he gave me details I talked to my dad about what was going on with grandma, my life in general it was good to talk to your parents about certain things. “Of course dad I just got home, yeah no worries I’ll tell him, ok bye dad love you too” I hung up on my dad parking in driveway of your home making sure your Harley was covered because it was going to rain tonight.

Seeing the lights to your bedroom was surprising because well it was late around one in the morning, grabbing your bag from the concrete slinging it over shoulder, grabbing your house keys in the process of your jacket unlocking the door peeking in the hallway where was the bedrooms to see the light still on. Leaving your bag in the laundry room before going into the kitchen to eat the sandwich that was left for you, finishing it quickly chugging a glass of water down to wash it down. 

You removed your bloody shoes before changing them to slippers heading back to the laundry room you started removing every article of clothing and grabbing a clean towel before walking to the ‘guest’ bathroom to take a quick shower making sure rubbing every part of your body was squeaky clean. After finishing up and changing into your pajamas you walked back to the laundry room getting the contents out of your bag, putting your ‘instruments’ into a very high place because your little boy was very curios.

After dealing with that you walked back to the hallway before turning into your boy’s room seeing him sleeping with a snoopy plush, walking in turning of the nightlight before re-tucking him again and settled a kiss on his forehead. Heading out you looked back just one more time and closed the door just enough to let the light from the hallway in, heading towards the master bedroom was one of the most exhausting and refreshing things you did today.

Seeing your wife with her hair sprawled out across the pillow watching friends re-runs was literally breathtaking. “Hey you, did you eat already” She asked concerned “Of course I did who do you think I am” I said fakely offended putting a hand on my heart. Laying down she turned the TV off before readjusting her body to where it was facing me and her face were mere inches from each other.

“Let’s go to bed” I muttered before closing my eyes and letting the dreams roll around me.

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Arriving at the TM was very funny for you at least people turned around to see a woman on a Harley was a bit surprising but you could care less in all honestly. Perching your sunglasses on your head looking around for your dad you saw a dark curly headed guy walking towards you, walking towards him meeting him halfway “What do you need sweetheart” He asked he definitely didn’t try to hide the fact he was checking you out.

“Yeah, I’m looking for my dad” I said I tried to look around him put he put a hand on my shoulder to prevent me from doing that, he then continued to put his whole arm around your shoulder leading you to the office “I don’t know about you sweetheart, but I can be your new daddy” He flirted with you.

Shrugging of his shoulder you grab his hand and pinned it behind his back before lowering yourself to his ear “I asked nicely the first time and you don’t want to know what I’ll do to you if you make me ask the second time” I growled into his ear. “HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH HIM” a blonde guy came running from another building that caught the attention of two other guys before following him.

“You see what you caused all because you couldn’t bite your own tongue” I muttered before letting him go and putting my hands up “I asked nicely but he didn’t reply so nicely so yeah” I said rolling my eyes “Jesus I wonder how you would be in bed” The curly one said before anyone had time to react you turned around punching him right in the jaw knocking him on the ground when you felt someone grab your waist you threw your elbow behind your head.

Feeling your elbow wet you knew you got him to bleed next thing you know the one with the tribal tattoo on his head had his gun pointing it at you.  Hearing another click beside you grabbed both of your guns from your back and pointing at both men the men you had injured were behind them, inspecting their injuries. “Alright lass put the guns down and we won’t do anything” The Scottish man asked you scoffing your took the safety’s off “I’m not putting down shit, you Scottish jackass” I mumbled glaring the one with the tribal tattoos laughed softly before he stopped completely realizing that it was definitely the wrong time to laugh.

“Don’t stop laughing you tribal headed idiot” I mumbled again feeling a gun behind your head you raised your eyebrows “Really now I’m going to have to take down five guys oh how fun” You said sarcastically feeling the gun drop from your head “(Y/N)” You heard the person mumble glancing back you saw your dad looking at you with a smirk. You smiled before putting your guns way in your holsters you reached up and you hugged him “Already causing problems aren’t you” He murmured into my shoulder “Always” I said.

“Uh Happy aren’t you going to introduce us to this very very lovely creature” The curly headed one said “Actually Tig she’s my daughter” Tig jaw dropped “You know I kinda figured that out, because of the whole exchanged we just had seconds ago” The blonde one said. “Boy’s this is (Y/N), (Y/N) this is Jax, Chibs, Juice, and Tig” You nodded looking over at Chibs “Sorry I said that to you if I knew you were my dad’s friend I would have not said that to you” I said “Or you Juice” I said. “Right what am I here for anyways” I clapped my hands “Let’s talk about that in the clubhouse” Jax said walking towards the clubhouse.

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Finishing the job that needed to be done for the club they wanted it to celebrate it by throwing a party, picking up your wife leaving your child with a close friend you trusted very much. Arriving you can hear the music pumping from the outside fixing your top before turning your wife looking down at your hands. “Hey what’s wrong” I asked I put my hands on the side of her face she put her hand on my left hand “You don’t have your ring on” She muttered nodding my head understanding I usually don’t wear the ring because of my job.

I let her place my ring on my finger before interlocking our hands and walking inside “(Y/N)” Tig yelled making everyone turn around “Oh, who is this fine piece” Tig said before looking over at your very gorgeous wife “This is my wife” I said and thrusted my hands towards her showing her off. “You’re kidding right because you didn’t have a ring earlier” Tig looked baffled Happy walked over “She’s telling the truth brother she’s my daughter in law and adopted a boy together” Happy said before slipping his arm over both of shoulders.

“I swear You were a 9.5 now you are a complete 10” Tig said “Then I learned you’re a mom and I think you just broke the scale you’re a MILF” he yelled out at the end my wife step forward grabbing his wrist in the same position I did when I first met him. “You don’t get to talk to my like that only I can so I suggest go finding somwthing in your standers because she way out of your league” She whispered dangerously.“Ah this is why I married you”

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