#ch: kijung

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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 45 (Epilogue)

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

Previous

MASTERLIST

Aprox. time of reading: 10 minutes

Chapter warnings: Forced use of drugs, violence

Over the last techno tracks of the playlist, drowned by the thick walls separating the nightclub from the basement, the dry and hollow sound of the wooden bat against the stomach and chest of the man collapsing on the floor echoed between the four walls.

—You really thought there would be no consequences? —Minho carried the wooden stick, placing it over his shoulder while he looked at the man kneeling in front of him— What did you expect? —he asked, squatting in front of him— Give us the money.

—I promise I don't have it —the man whimpered, moving his gaze down.

—You don't have it? —Minho was getting ready to use his bat again, before he was stopped.

He recognized that thick voice, which immediately made him drop the stick to the side of his body before he turned to his boss. Jungkook appeared through the darkness, followed by two of his men as he strutted his way next to Minho.

—So you don't have my money? Yet you kept my drugs? —Jungkook raised his eyebrow, looking down at the man— Look at me when I'm talking to you.

His jaw clenched as his fingers tangled on the greasy locks of his black hair, pulling him up and forcing his scared eyes into his cold gaze.

—Je... Je... Jeon, I promise I tried to, but I wasn't able to get people to buy it —he managed to speak while his lips trembled—. Please, don't do anything to me. I promise I'll work harder if you give me a second chance.

Jungkook bent over, slightly but enough to be heard without speaking too loudly, smirking maliciously.

—I'm not the one you should be scared about.

Kijung looked up at Jungkook, unable to hold back his lips from pouting when he heard that sentence. Everybody in the room knew what it meant. And the fact that it wasn't just one or the other, but the two of them dealing with the issue, showed how serious it actually was.

Every man in the room stood straight when they heard her sighing. Every man, except Jungkook. He looked at Y/n with a proud smile, waiting for her to join him, at the same time he stepped back slightly to allow her to get control of the situation.

—You had two months to sell what we gave you, what are you talking about? —she questioned, relaxed— Either our product isn't good enough or you aren't doing your job properly. So which one would it be?

Kijung was unable to hold her gaze, dropping it back to the floor as he tried to keep her from seeing his tears flooding from his eyes. Y/n felt her patience vanishing slowly, unable to hold back her fingers from hooking on his jaw to force him to look at her.

—I will guess you've been trying your best, because not only we trusted in you, but we gave you a business you feed from, right? Because if you weren't doing your job right, that'd be like an insult for us. So I'll assume the problem is with what we sell.

Jungkook looked at her from behind, impressed by how her Korean kept improving every day, but also finding himself admiring the woman she had become. He had been witness to similar situations a few times, but he was still surprised at how the sweet and kind soul she was behind closed doors was also that tough and intolerant freak that was about to teach Kijung a lesson.

Aware of where it was heading, he motioned Minho to open one of the small bags. Taking a small metallic straw from her pocket, she handed it to Kijung.

—Take it or I swear I'll mop the counter with your head until you snort it clean —Y/n warned him.

His hands trembled before he took the straw, getting up under the supervision of everyone in the room, heading to the messy amount of coke that was poured over the surface. He was about to make some lines with it, but Y/n stopped him.

—Snort until I tell you to stop —she instructed.

A thick gulp was visible on Kijung's throat, clearing it up before he took a deep breath, barely inserting the straw in the hole of his nose and starting to snort the white dust they had prepared for him. She was supporting her weight on her hand, comfortably resting on the edge of the counter, a few steps away from him.

As she motioned him to stop, Jungkook walked between them, holding Kijung down, and keeping him from taking the straw out.

—Is our shit good? —Jungkook pressed his head down, making the metallic stick sink a bit deeper into his nostrils— Or is it so bad that you'll have a problem selling it?

Kijung shook his head in panic, feeling Jungkook's hand down his nape pressing his head into the counter, letting him feel the straw sinking deeper, millimeter by millimeter. And he'd have gone on if it hadn't been for Y/n patting his back gently, reminding him they couldn't waste any more time there.

—You better sell it all out and have our money by the end of the week.

Again leaving it all on Minho's hands, Y/n and Jungkook left together, hopping inside the car they came in. Y/n kept checking her phone, huffing when she realized the time it was. It was already past eight in the morning, and she wasn't ready. She was already seeing themselves being late to their own wedding.

✸ ✸ ✸

Opposite to Y/n worries, they both were on time. He had it easy to get ready, but even she managed to get everything done on time.

And for sure she was ready.

There was something indescribable in the way she looked that day as she showed up with that long beautiful dress. Y/n had always been gorgeous in his eyes, but there was a brightness in her in that moment that he wasn't able to describe. And that same brightness made him hopeful, ready for the future they were heading to together. Y/n felt something similar, but her feelings were more related to the way he looked at her. His eyes shined bright under the lights, and there was a shy smile dying to burst all over his face that confirmed to her how everything they went through was worth it. And how everything they'd live together would always make them stronger.

All that ceremony was simply a way to let everyone know what they already had proved to each other.

Although maybe she needed to vocalize it to be completely convinced everyone understood.

"My whole life I've been looking for a place to stay, a place where I could feel safe. I've been looking at all the wrong places, not knowing what was exactly what I needed. Until you showed up in my life. I know we didn't have it easy, but it only made us grow closer to each other. It made us realize how much we're willing to risk to be together, and that's one of the purest ways someone has ever proved how much they love me. You showed me the meaning of home, of dying to run back to that roof that kept me away from everything that hurted me. You made sure to let me know I would never be alone as long as you were with me, and I want you to know that you will never be alone as long as I live. Today, we promised each other to keep by each other's side until we die, but I want to let you know that it won't be like that. Because this isn't something that could last only one lifetime. Even after we die, in all the lives I have to go through, I will always find you. It doesn't matter what happens, you will forever be my safe place".

Jungkook had tried to hold himself back from getting up, but he wasn't able to, standing up to kiss her forehead and wipe some of her tears away. Y/n hardly ever was the one dedicating that type of words to him, it was always the other way around, but the fact that she took the courage to say all those words to him, in front of all the guests... He indeed had no words to describe all the love that was pouring from the bottom of his heart.

He barely moved away from her throughout the party, which was more related to keeping the connections they already had than actually celebrating their union past the two hours. It certainly was one of the perks of working with her: she'd be by his side, and she'd be aware of every business he was in.

She also knew all the guests that were in the party, going from the Bangtan members to smaller families in Korea, including the Choi family, that agreed to go to build those buildings Jungho had tried to destroy months back.

As she mentioned once: they were both a team.

But even then, and especially that day, he couldn't wait until the party was finally over so they both would be completely alone. Ever since the day started, they had been surrounded by people. And, even if they were by each other, it felt completely distant at some point into the event. Y/n had been with her husband the whole part of the morning and afternoon yet, except for the slow dance they shared together, it didn't feel intimate.

A pair of hands trapped her hips from behind, breaking her short time alone by herself outside. Y/n smiled when she was aware of Jungkook behind her, slowly moving her arms around her body to pull her back against his chest.

—What's my wife doing alone here?

Her head cozied on his shoulder, rubbing her cheek against his jaw as she breathed in deeply, feeling completely relaxed in his arms.

—Were you planning to run away from me? —he joked with a cheeky smile— I'm afraid it's too late.

—It just... doesn't feel real.

While looking at the lights that emerged from the tallest buildings in the city, she thought that maybe life was treating her a little bit too good out of nowhere. After so long, she finally had everything she could ever have dreamed of.

—This is real, babe —he kissed her exposed collarbone—. This is our life —he hugged her tight.

Y/n turned to him, wrapping her arms around her shoulders while his hands kept their place on her hips.

—We're already done suffering, Y/n —he assured her—. And I'll be by your side to make sure you never feel any pain again. I promise.

Before he was able to bend over to kiss her, a loud whine caught her attention, making her move her head back to look at the direction that sound came from. Jungkook tried to draw her attention back to him, but it quickly went back in that direction.

—Sounds like a dog —she frowned.

—You won't stay still until I go to see what it is, right?

Y/n didn't need to do much more other than smiling to answer. With a huff, Jungkook motioned her to stay in the terrace, as he stepped forward into the darkness, following the invisible path the noise was creating in front of him. He headed downstairs, hearing those sounds closer with every step he took, until the light from his phone found a pair of puppy eyes in the darkness, in between two cars that were parked outside the building. It only took Jungkook to take one step closer to notice how one of his paws was trapped in the gate that limited the area, seeing the small dog battling with the metallic bars to get out.

Y/n, who had been waiting for him, looked at the way his flashlight moved among the part least lighted in the parking lot, feeling a bit anxious until she saw him walking back upstairs with her.

With the difference that he was bringing something with him.

The brown dog, with big floppy ears, was cuddling, scared, to Jungkook. It wasn't too big, and it was obvious it was still a puppy.

—It was trapped there —Jungkook pointed with his head back to where he was—. And it seems like it has no collar or anything.

Y/n was too busy petting the dog to care about anything he was saying at that point, smiling foolishly at the small animal.

—You're so beautiful, aren't you? —she said with a baby voice— Yes, you are.

—I'll tell someone to take it to the animal shelter.

But the whine that came out of his wife's lips stopped him from even thinking to move.

—Bam has no business in an animal shelter.

—Bam? —Jungkook frowned— Did you already find him a name? —he was surprised by how fast she acted.

—I think we should keep him —she ignored him—. Let's adopt him.

—These beasts get big as hell —he insisted—. He won't be this cute forever.

—Come on, love —she playfully pinched his arm—. He will be our spoiled kid.

The dog didn't flinch when she took him from his arms, carrying in hers as if she was carrying a baby. Actually, the dog seemed even more relaxed and comfortable after she picked him up.

Her smile was so wide, and it radiated that vast amount of happiness he knew he wouldn't be able to ignore. He'd kill and die to keep that smile on her forever, he couldn't see why he wouldn't let a dog in the family.

Whatever made her happy, he'd give it to her without a second thought, just the same way she was willing to do so. 

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