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Summary: A damsel in distress and a lonely mafia leader. Different but not too different. The two worlds collide on a rainy night when Kim Namjoon, a renowned Mafia leader is called for an emergency and Y/N Y/L/N is on the run from her abusive father. Feelings stir and he rescues her. But one of them is a liar. And the other's life is on the line. It's only a matter of time until all secrets are out in the open.

Will love be born? Or will death conquer?

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ: ғᴏᴏʟ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ

Evil.

Pure evil.

No matter how much she thought about it, Hana couldn’t come up with any other word that would define what she was doing right now. Sitting in the darkness of the van, she sat before your unconscious figure, trying to give a name to the whirlwind of emotions brewing in her, holding herself back from simply blowing your head off. Every glance she threw your way was filled with hatred and jealousy, the reason behind it being as obvious as the existence of the sun. And with every passing minute, with every urge she dodged, she feared that she was turning into the very monster she ran away from years ago.

Hana sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of the hand that held her gun while staring outside at the cliff she knew all too well, recalling how the scene before her looked exactly like what she had seen with Namjoon on that one unfortunate night, all those years ago.

It was the night when he had first told her that he was going to follow in after his father’s footsteps. She still remembered how her heart broke, how all the trust and faith she had in her best friend had disappeared without hesitation. In all the time she had known him, joining his father in doing something so gruesome was the last thing Namjoon would do. Or so she thought. She had hoped that he loved her just enough to leave all of it behind and spend forever with her. Hoped that he would give up this life that would do nothing but tear them apart. Because even in her wildest dreams, Hana couldn’t imagine loving a murderer. And that’s exactly what Namjoon had become.

Pulling her phone out of the pocket of her coat, she dialed Namjoon’s number with teary eyes, the rage in her heart begging to be unleashed. Pressing it to her ear, she counted the number of rings before hearing a click, indicating that he had picked up the call.

“Who’s this?!” He barked, annoyance evident in his voice upon being interrupted in his search operation by an unknown caller. But Hana wasn’t about to blame him, she wasn’t even using her actual phone. Correction, she rather couldn’t. Because the last thing she wanted was to watch him choose someone over her, once again.

“Why her, Joon?” Hana whimpered, losing her mind piece by piece as she struggled to keep her sanity in check.

“Why her?”

The silence that followed after her question was deafening, to say the least, the only other sound being that of Hana’s soft cries. She had heard him gasp upon hearing her voice, clearly surprised that she had called him after daring to kidnap his precious little lover.

“Hana, where are-?”

“No!” She replied sharply, her sadness morphing into anger at the realization that all he cared about was where she was, just so he could get to you and save you. But not tonight. Hana had plans for you and she was gonna make sure she executed them.

“Not tonight, Namjoon. Because I am going to make sure you never see her again,” she glanced at you with gritted teeth, “gonna hurt you just as bad as you hurt me.”

“Hana! Are you even listening to yourself? This isn’t you! Just tell me where you are,” he begged, making Hana smile at the irony.

'This isn’t you.'

Wasn’t she?

“That’s what I thought about you but you proved me wrong. And so, it’s only fitting that I do the same to you,” she mocked, a smile on her lips that was almost the perfect definition of insanity being wiped off just as it appeared at the sight of you starting to squirm and frown, sirens ringing in her head to cut the call now.

“However, I’m gonna give you one last chance to fix this.” Hana said, using the barrel of her gun to brush your hair away from your face, “Meet me at the place where you last met me as you. Just my Joonie and not Kim Namjoon.”

Pointing the gun right at your forehead, Hana closed one eye, placing her finger on the trigger before giving her long-gone-best friend the ultimatum.

“If you remember, great! But if you don’t, then it’s all over for your girlfriend here.”

Namjoon stayed frozen, his phone simply slipping away from between his fingers and falling to the ground with a sound that didn’t quite reach his ears. Ever since he saw the van leave, he had stayed right there with the rest of the members. It was a little too difficult for him to get a grip on the situation and Hana’s phone call only made things worse. Never had he ever imagined that his Hana, a girl he had known all his life, would do something like this. Moreover, never had he ever imagined that he’d be the reason behind the pain Hana was ready to inflict on you.

“Namjoon!” Feeling a tight grip on his shoulder, the man in question forced himself back to reality and away from his overbearing thoughts, his eyes holding no emotion when they met Yoongi’s.

“What was Hana talking about? Where do we have to go?” Yoongi questioned, eyebrows pulled into a frown and sweat beading on his forehead upon seeing his friend so out of it. He could tell that Namjoon was in no state to even begin to register his words but he, himself, was feeling helpless. The things that happened between Namjoon and Hana were unknown to them all, being only between the leader and his now ill-wisher. Even if Yoongi wanted to take charge, he couldn’t and that drove him to feel much more panicked than he already was.

“I couldn’t track her, the signal kept jumping. She knows what she’s doing,” Taehyung stated worriedly, earning frustrated glances from everyone as he went back to trying again on his laptop in the back of the car. It was almost unbelievable that Hana was so cautious, even to Jungkook who had known her as a girl who didn’t like risks. Because this kind of cautiousness wasn’t something normal people took to in their daily lives. Contrary to the torture theory, Hana was most definitely a part of something bigger in her time away. There was no other explanation as to why she met that cop and there was no explanation as to why she had become this vengeful all of a sudden.

“You know, you can’t just stay mum when Y/N needs you!” Rex pointed accusingly, looking a little bit more worried than Namjoon himself, as Jungkook noticed. The newbie’s bloodshot eyes were corroborating his suspicion which Jungkook simply blamed on him being new to all of this. With time, Rex would soon come to understand that this was what they did every single day, deal with nothing but betrayals and tough decisions, exactly what Hana had thrown their way.

Glaring at Rex, Jin gestured for him to shut up, not feeling disappointed in the least as the youngest lashed out. Sighing shakily, he moved to kneel beside Namjoon whose limbs had given up on him, glancing around them at the chaos that was slowly coming to an end as the sound of a siren indicated the arrival of a fire brigade along with a few ambulances.

“You’re the only one she has, Joon.”

And it seems that was enough for Namjoon to look up at his friend, several emotions filling his eyes as he heard what Jin said. In a blink of an eye, his mind began flooding with all the moments he shared with you, also recalling how it felt to fall a little more in love with you every passing second of every passing day.

He remembered dancing with you when you had figured out just how stressed he was, feeling grateful for how much it mattered to you that he stays happy. He remembered kissing you, his heart thrumming at how alive he had felt that night. He remembered the smile you gave him before entering the maze, him being your comfort place being the last thing your eyes told him. And for all you were worth, he was willing to do anything to save you.

Even if it meant forgetting what Hana meant to him once upon a time.

A smile played at Namjoon’s lips, not the good kind at all. Suddenly, the leader’s aura had changed, the man you had never had a chance to see making an appearance. Low laughter sounded through the air as everyone watched Namjoon stand up, his eyes darkening with malice.

“I know exactly where she is,” Namjoon announced, walking towards his car whilst ignoring everyone’s confused glances. He sat in the driver’s seat, gesturing for everyone to get into action before looking at the seat beside him. The phone he had gifted you sat there inside the white box, his jaw clenching as he longed to get to you before Hana even laid a finger on you.

“She wants to play? I’ll fucking play.”

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“Please, please let me go. I don’t wanna do this, dad,” you begged, your back pressed against the basement wall of your childhood home as your father loomed over you with a damp cloth in his hand. The dim lights on the ceiling made him look more like a monster and less like the man you had known all your life.

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t you wanna help me earn money? Don’t you wanna be rich and live in luxury?” He questioned, tilting his head as if to wait for your response. And just as you began to shake your head furiously, his eyes turned cold, staring at you like you were a stranger who didn’t matter to him. Didn’t matter at all.

“I wasn’t giving you a choice, sweetheart,” he knelt before you, running his fingers through your hair, “when girls like you grow up, this is how they earn money. By selling their bodies.”

Hearing your father say those words made you grimace in disgust, your tears showing your disapproval towards who he had become. Only if your mother was still alive.

All of a sudden, you felt your hair being tugged at harshly, your head being forced to face the ceiling. You screamed, gripping your father’s hand and digging your nails into his skin with all your strength. He hissed in response, cursing under his breath before looking into your eyes and placing the chloroform-doused cloth over your mouth. And as you closed your eyes, you realized your father was long gone. You had no one to fend for you anymore.

Just you.

Only you.

You shot your eyes open immediately, not wanting to be a part of that awful memory that had managed to resurface in your mind. With a heaving chest, you blinked a few times in an attempt to adjust to the darkness around you, a strong smell of gasoline taking over your senses along with the leftover panic from your dream. Shivers ran down your spine as you realized that your hands had been tied together, the discovery only adding to your stress.

“Wha-” you cried, pulling at the thick rope which further dug into your skin. Your eyes caught sight of a pair of boots before you, your cries fading into silence as you slowly looked up at who sat before you. And as the moonlight filtered in through the windows of whatever vehicle you seemed to be in, you saw her staring right at you with an amused expression.

Hana.

The sight of her face was enough to help you remember everything that had happened before you blacked out, the lingering smell of chloroform giving rise to a strong feeling of nausea along with flashes of the maze.

Mirrors.

Red lights.

Namjoon.

“From the look on your face, I can tell you know me,” you heard her say, your eyes taking her in as if you had never seen her before. But of course, you had. The night you had seen her for the first time had been an unfortunate one and you had deemed it unforgettable, her face etching itself into your memory without any intention of being forgotten.

“Why am I here? Where is Namjoon?” You questioned, your voice coming out small and fragile instead of strong and intimidating but there was nothing you could do. It was already a pain trying to keep yourself from bawling your eyes out after seeing your father’s face so fresh in your mind. On top of that, you understood perfectly well that Hana had abducted you without the knowledge of anyone. There was no way to even tell if Namjoon was coming to get you but you were trying your best to stay hopeful.

Because you trusted him.

A lot.

“You, my darling, are here to serve a great great purpose. And as for Namjoon,” she began, smiling at you with an aura so bright that it made her look crazy, “what makes you think he’ll come here for you?”

Her question made you frown, leaving you confused as to what you were supposed to say that. Nothing had ever been said between you two except for that night when he kissed you. Apart from that, what he felt or what you meant to him, you had no idea.

“Cat got your tongue, Y/N?” Hana pouted, her mocking tone making you much more upset than you already were. The real reason wasn’t even her though. It was the fact that you didn’t know who you were to him but you did know who Hana was to him. From the way he didn’t hesitate for a single minute before leaving you behind for her, it was clear that she was someone he cherished dearly. But you?

What were you to him?

“Here’s the truth, Namjoon will choose that disgusting life of his over you any given day. You mean nothing to him just like I meant nothing to him,” she chuckled bitterly, her eyes tearing up at the sad words she called the truth. Looking at the floor of the car, you pursed your lips, not wanting to sympathize with the girl who had kidnapped you. But at the same time, it was difficult for you to ignore her words.

What did she mean by disgusting life?

“His life is anything but disgusting,” you pointed out with a hint of hesitation in your voice, eyeing her expression carefully since you didn’t wanna say anything that would upset her. Maybe Namjoon being busy most of the time didn’t sit well with her. That’s why she called it disgusting. Because what was disgusting about being the CEO of a company as big as his? As far as you could think, nothing was the correct answer here.

Suddenly, a cackle echoed through the dark, Hana’s head tipping back as she barred her teeth to you. A flash of fear ran through your veins, giving rise to goosebumps on your skin as you inhaled deeply at her reaction to your words. But everything fell silent soon enough, her eyes now boring into yours as she leaned forward.

“What kind of a person do you have to be to justify the fact that he runs a fucking crime syndicate?”

It was as if everything around you faded into nothing, your eyes freezing on Hana’s face as her words rang in your head. Crime syndicate? What was she saying?

“What are you…-you’ve got it all wrong, Hana. Joon runs Kim Enterprises, not some…some mafia gang.” You stuttered, a part of you wondering if you were convincing her or yourself. Because suddenly, a lot of things started making sense.

His late-night meetings. Your father fearing him. That gun.

Shaking your head, you took in a deep breath, yelling at your conscience for doubting Namjoon like that. He had saved your life and was constantly taking care of you. How could you doubt him? There was no reason for him to lie to you. Especially since he got mad at you for working at that club. There was no way he had lied to you.

Right?

“One of the members of his gang, Kim Seokjin runs that company. And that too so the group can have some kind of leverage with finances and their illegal shit.” She rolled her eyes, making your heart drop to your stomach.

Hurt. Betrayed. Foolish.

These were only some of the feelings you could name on the tip of your tongue, the rest of them collectively working to rip your heart into pieces. It felt like someone was stabbing you again and again and again, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to breathe.

Namjoon had lied to you? And you had been dumb enough to believe every word that came out of his mouth since day one. Even when your father had cowered in fear before him, you could tell nothing. But you knew nothing scared your father. Then how did you not know who Namjoon was to be able to hold that power over your so-called guardian?

Just how?

You whimpered, feeling too weak to even sit up as your body leaned forward and your forehead met the floor of the car. Your skin was hot all over, tears falling down onto the black leather mat which also smelled like dust. With a heaving chest, you let out a loud cry, not caring about the fact that you had been kidnapped. All you knew was that you didn’t wanna face him. Moreover, you didn’t want him to come to save you.

Because what could he do to save you when the truth was already killing you inside?

“Wait a minute, you had no idea, did you?” You heard Hana say, her tone making it evident that she was enjoying this. She was enjoying how upset you felt and she was feeding off of your sorrow. Feeling a hand at the back of your head, you shivered, closing your eyes tightly as fingers ran through your hair.

“Don’t worry, darling. You won’t feel anything in a minute. None of this pain. Just nothing.” She whispered, her hand leaving your hair before the door of the car opened. Inhaling sharply, you sat up, watching her move to the driver’s seat and turn the engine on.

“What are you doing?” You asked, frowning deeply while watching her move around outside the van to pick up a rather heavy rock. In response to your question, all she did was grin, your heart beating harder and harder.

“It was nice knowing you, Y/N. But I told you, right? That you’re here to serve a greater purpose?” She breathed heavily, wincing at the heavy rock in her arms. Shaking your head, you still had no idea what she was going to do but it couldn’t be good. So you began thrashing in the back, trying hard to get your hands out of that rope while mumbling a string of no’s.

“You are here to make sure I get my revenge,” She said, making your eyes widen at her statement, “time to get to it.”

With that, you saw her place the rock on the accelerator, quickly shutting the door as she moved away before the van began to move. Your jaw dropped in horror, your eyes taking in the expanse of the sea that lay ahead of the cliff.

“No!” You screamed, moving your arms around wildly as blood seeped through the rope and painted your hands behind your back. And just as your hands freed themselves from the restraints, the wheels flew off the cliff, your eyes screaming in silence as the water came rushing to you from all ends.

Once again, it was just you. Only you.

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A/N: Hiiiiii!! So... surprise ig?? Anyway, why are Tumblr taglists such a pain. I've removed all users whose accounts I couldn't find. Comment to be tagged in the future though. Also how did you guys like the revamp? Deception has a new feel now and I'll soon be applying this to all the previous chapters.

Okay bye now. I missed you guys and I love you all so much😭❤️

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amoc94 · 3 years ago

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My Yandere BTS Fanfic Recommendation.

Read the warning carefully. As with any yandere story, expect some gory scenes, non consensual / dubious consensual sex, some dark kinks. (Everything under the term, you know the risk).

Minors DNI 🔞

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Damn, been a while since I updated this list. Now finally got the time to read again.

For non yandere recommendation, check full Navi here.

1. Allurement , Yandere Namjoon. Series of Drabbles, Slick and deceptive yandere CEO Namjoon.

2. Beloved, long oneshot. Yandere King Min Yoongi - My all time favorite, if you like asian historical dark romance, you'll love this.

3. Excitus Acta Probat, oneshot. Soft Yandere, Mafia Yoongi, feat. OT7.

4. The Tarot Series, A Collection of yandere oneshots based on Tarot Card.

5. Charming, oneshot. Cinderella AU, obsessive Prince Park Jimin. This is very beautiful the way the author describe the scenes and everything.

6. Ultimatum, miniseries. Yandere Sugar Daddy Taehyung, feat. Jimin.

7. Case Closed, miniseries. Yandere Detective Namjoon.

8. Boys Don't Cry, miniseries. Yandere husband Yoongi, feat. Hoseok.

9. Beastly Gods, oneshot. Yandere hybrid Taehyung, feat OT7.

10. Level of Restraint, long oneshot. Office AU, Yandere Jimin and Namjoon. BDSM undertone.

11. Something Wicked, series. Yandere CEO Seokjin.

12. Let The Villain Win, oneshot. Yandere thriller writer Namjoon.

13. Baby Mine, oneshot. Yandere mafia Yoongi with OC.

14. Poison Apple, mini series. Yandere Taehyung feat. Yoongi. This is not for the faint heart. Proceed with caution. Hard non con.

15. A Dangerous Game, Yandere Mob boss Namjoon x reader. Long series, there is sequel. Hard non con in one of the chapters.

16. Solar Eclipse, long oneshot. Yandere Hoseok, time travel / after life AU.

17. The Stranger, long oneshot. Yandere Doctor Seokjin.

18. Persephone, long oneshot. Yandere mafia leader Namjoon.

19. Bad Guy, ongoing series. Mafia boss Seokjin. This one is not really yandere, per se, but the way Seokjin loves the MC is quite you know...obsessive.

20. Addiction, long oneshot, yandere student Jungkook x reader. He was insanely lusting over you and just how much he was willing to pay for it?

21. See No Evil, long oneshot. Yandere ghost Taehyung, feat. Namjoon.

22. Nightcall, oneshot. Yandere Taehyung, mafia au.

23. Lovesick, oneshot. Yandere Taehyung is your sister's ex-boyfriend.

24. Trigger Happy, oneshot. Yandere mob Jungkook, undercover agent reader.

25. Visitation of a Lover, long oneshot. Yandere ghost Taehyung, feat. Jin.

26. Until I Saw You, oneshot. Yandere mob Namjoon.

27. Fucked Up, yandere OT7. Polyamorous - Idol AU. This is actually a series, look in the author's masterlist. The full version is in author's AO3. (Beware tho, the long version is just like the title says, pretty fucked up, lol.)

28. Illicit Photography, series with a sequel. Soft yandere Jungkook with reader as his teacher.

29. Promise, long oneshot. Yandere boyfriend Jimin.

30. Break My Mind's Eye, series. Jungkook as mob boss x fashion designer OC, yandere undertone.

31. Every Breath You Take , oneshot. Stalker Jungkook x reader, feat. Namjoon & Hoseok.

32. Butterfly, oneshot. Your stepson, Yoongi, fucks you in the kitchen while your husband eats breakfast.

33. Actually, The Devil Wears Gucci, oneshot. Wicked CEO Taehyung with assistant reader.

34. Positive, quite long oneshot. Yandere richman Yoongi, waitress reader is pregnant.

35. Forbidden Fruit, long oneshot. Jhope as mafia member, reader has inability to feel fear.

36. Predator, oneshot. Vampire Jungkook stalked on reader. I felt goosebumps reading this, nothing too gory tho.

37. Brother Knows Best, ongoing short story. Yandere Jungkook, reader is his step sister.

38. Tea For Two, oneshot. Yandere Prince Namjoon x reader, arranged marriage AU.

39. Falling for A Lounge Singer, oneshot. Yandere mafia Taehyung, reader is a singer.

40. Black Swan, long one shot. Swan Prince Jimin x reader as a Princess. I'm not usually fond of story about faeries, this one is an exception. Hard to describe this, along with the hair that stood on my nape and that tingling feeling of fear and excitement while reading this. A truly masterpiece.

41. Making of A Lover, yandere Jungkook with his assistant reader. It's short but darkly entertaining.

42. Expectation x Reality, oneshot. Jungkook x reader, Taehyung x reader. Some hard dub con. With plot twist. 🤭

43. Delphinium, long oneshot, King Taehyung x queen reader. Soft yandere, angst. Beautiful with, ... again, plot twist.😈

44. In The Pain Of The Roses, long one shot, yandere king Yoongi x princess reader. Beautiful, poetic narrative. Read the tag warning, because it's really dark.

45. Anti Hero, long oneshot, yandere Yoongi x idol reader. Not many yandere story in idol universe, this one is not only one of the few, but also oh so so good.

46. Broken, oneshot. Seokjin x reader. Some dub con borderline to non con. Proceed with caution, because it's quite dark. I read this like a year ago, but everytime I read it again, it never failed to give me a shiver. It's on AO3.

47. Infatuation, series of one-shots. Light reading, darkly entertaining. Always fun to reread. It's on AO3.

48. Cardio, long oneshot. Personal trainer Jungkook x rich wife reader. Infidelity, angst, thriller. Very well written. On AO3.

49. War Lords, miniseries. Namjoon x Detective reader x Hoseok, both men were crime lords. Heavy angst, very well written. Totally NSFW! You probably soak your panties in front of your colleagues or classmates if you do read it during work.🤣

50. Deviant Affairs, long one-shot. Jimin was your stepbrother who was crazy in love with you.

51. Motive, long one shot. College AU. Jungkook x reader x another girl. Angst, thriller, love triangle. It will keep you on edge dragged by your curiosity before 💣💣 boom! There it go, the plot twist.😂

52. Still With You, one-shot. King Jungkook x servant reader.

53. The Mansion, long one-shot. Jimin x another man's wife reader. Very good, give you those old house horror scenes vibe.

54. Énouement, long one-shot. Doctor Taehyung x trophy wife reader. It's a part of interconnected stories with other members. Look at the author's masterlist. This is the one that I like the most.

55. Polarity, miniseries. Yandere Jungkook x reader. Infidelity around bestfriend relationship entangled with twisted obsession. It's really good!♥️

56. Arte Factum, long oneshot. Yandere android Jimin x reader. Jimin is a sub here.

57. Knight in Bloody Armor, club owner Hoseok x reader. Ongoing series. Very well written and chilling. It's on AO3, and you need to log in to be able to read it.

58. House of Serpents, ongoing series. OT7 x high class escort reader in organized crime AU. A shitload twisted men with twisted sex flavor. I have no words to say other than it put me on variety of different emotions until its latest chapter, and I have love and hate relationship with all of the men here. Polyamorous dynamic, heavy BDSM vibe. It's very well written on AO3. As always, read the warning.

59. Love Pages, long oneshot. Yandere Jimin x slight yandere reader, inspired by "Death Note".

60. Kill to Kiss You, long oneshot. Jungkook as mob boss x escort reader. I got cold hands and feet reading this. Chilling and put you on edge till the end.

61. Lesson Learnt, miniseries. CEO JK x ex gf reader. My ultimate weakness, BTS members as CEO with power and obsession. This one is pretty dark, read all the warning.

62. Code Red, one shot. Doctor Jimin x patient reader.

63. Saving You, short oneshot. Yandere husband Tae x reader.

64. Single Side Line, mini series. Yandere tennis player Tae x reader as ball girl. There are two alternate endings.

65. A Thriller Film, movie director Jungkook × reader as his stylist. It's well written and chilling.

66. Killing Me Softly, yandere OT7 x reader. Polyamorous AU but quite realistic thus give you chill to imagine what you would feel if this indeed is real.

67. Daffodil Dreams, yandere patient Taehyung, MC is his therapist. There are two parts - Dreams and Nightmare. Chilling and hair-raising.

68. Cruel Intentions, yandere mobster JK x reader in South Korea setting, my favorite AU. Love it❤️

69. Mindless, patient Hoseok x psychiatrist reader. Oneshot.

70. Roses, oneshot. Yandere dynamic between JK x reader. Just, wow.

71. Sinner, oneshot. Yandere fugitive Jungkook x detective reader. I reread like ... 6 times? That's just how good it is😙

72. The Broken Vow, attorney JK x reader as his ex wife. This one is so well written, leave you with mixed emotion, love and hate at the same time. Just ❤️

73. Cabin in The Woods, Jungkook as werewolf, reader as his mate and prisoner? Lol. Stockholm syndrome. I can't hate him here. Somehow he indeed protected her.

74. Cathexis, three parter, Jimin x reader. Based on Firestarter movie. 'There was no way in hell he would let anything happen to you and he would raise literal hell to make sure you were never hurt. If anyone tried to take you from him he’d burn the entire world down'.

75. Snatched, two parter ongoing. Yandere harpy Taehyung x nurse reader. Dystopian AU, dark and chilling. Very well written.

76. Obsesión, oneshot. Yandere pro rugby player Jungkook x sport journalist POC reader.

77. Code of Conduct, long series. Finally got the time to indulge in another long series. Just ♥️

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 4 years ago

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BTS DRABBLE-OT7

Contrary to peoples' opinions-surrounding the fact that you're dating seven men that belong to the mafia-you're not helpless. You can defend yourself. But a close brush with some dangerous people has your boyfriends questioning that fact-wondering if you can protect yourself enough-and true to their natures, they're not going to stand idly by if you're in any sort of danger whatsoever.

Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS Drabble, OT7, BTS x you, BTS x reader, OT7 x reader, OT7 x you, Poly!BTS, Mafia Au, Angst, Fluff, Kim Seokjin, Min yoongi, Jung hoseok, Kim namjoon, Park Jimin, Kim taehyung, Jeon Jungkook

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Title: Protect You

The garden that surrounds the mansion is usually quiet this time of morning-the sound of birds just starting to sing their songs, the trickle of the fountain that runs down into a meandering stream through the trees-but this morning, the clear morning air is broken by the harsh, insistent sound of a squeaky toy.

"Tannie, Tannie!" You hold aloft the rubber duck and squeak it once more enthusiastically, the small dog dancing around your feet-eyes bright, ears perked, tongue lolling-as he waits for you to toss the toy once more. "You want it? Go get it!"

You throw the duck across the open space of the courtyard and the dog streaks off in a flash of black and tan fur, tiny legs churning, as he barks happily, chasing after the bouncing rubber toy.

You sit back down on the bench, slightly laughing to yourself at the dog's almost maniacal enthusiasm, and reach out a hand to caress Holly's head where he sits beside you, paws folded neatly, on the stone seat beneath the shade of the fruit trees.

"To have that kind of energy, eh, Holly?" You ask gently, glancing over at the older poodle, who gives you a slight wag of his tale, pink tongue hanging past his lips, though he has been doing nothing but sitting in the shade. You stroke his head affectionately, rubbing his soft, silky ears between your fingers. "Yeah, I know. I like the shade better too."

Tannie appears back at your feet again, panting hard, dark eyes glittering, as he proudly drops the duck he has retrieved at the toes of your sneakers.

"Good boy, Tan!" You exclaim, leaning over to pet the other dog, as he dances in place and his tail wags furiously at your praise. "You brought me your toy! You're so good. You did so good."

You stand from the bench, reaching down to round up the toys Yeontan has been playing with, and Holly rises-stretching languidly-beside you, as you glance between both eagerly waiting dogs and ask, "You guys want some water? Wanna go inside and take a break for awhile? Let's go get some water."

Yeontan, circling your feet, yips happily and bounds toward the back door, leading the way back toward the house, as you glance back to make sure Holly is following-albeit a slower pace-behind the two of you.

And that's when the pair of men step out from behind the trees that line the tall wall that surrounds the property.

The shorter one grins at you, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his slacks, and flicks the toothpick he holds between his teeth around with a light twitch of his tongue. "Hello there, Mrs. Kim."

You watch the pair warily, as they continue to advance toward you on slow, stalking footsteps. "Gentlemen. Can I ask what you're doing in my garden?"

The man who had spoke before-the one with the long greasy hair tied at the nape of his neck-spits his toothpick onto the ground and arches a brow in your direction, hands still hidden in his pockets, though his shoulders raise slightly as he gives you a casual shrug. "Just out for a walk. Thought we'd stop in for a visit."

Holly growls at your feet, hackles raised, as the two men step closer still, and you reach down to pick him up, sheltering him in your arms, as you ask calmly, "Really? Because I don't recall that we've ever met."

"Oh, we haven't." The man replies, flicking a finger toward his taller counterpart, who has yet to speak. At his motion, his partner circles to your other side, so that you're now backed into a corner of the garden-the men on either side-and no easy escape in sight. "But we've met your husband many times." He flashes you a dangerous grin that has your insides squirming.

They're referring to Namjoon, you're sure of that. That's always been the agreement between the eight of you-you belong to all of them-but Namjoon is the public face of the relationship.

"He's never mentioned you." You state simply, trying to keep any micro expressions off your face that might hint at the fact that you're starting to get nervous. Your eyes flick toward the back door of the house, about a hundred yards away and blocked by the trees.

"Hmmm." The man leans beside you on one of the tree trunks, and you can almost taste his sweat and his rumpled suit jacket smells of damp and something resembling smoke and cat piss. "Really? Odd." He cocks his head, and his dark eyes hold a dangerous glint, as he reaches up to stroke a finger down the side of your face, Holly baring his teeth in your arms at his close proximity. "Speaking of, where is our good friend Mr. Kim? Away at work?"

There's no use trying to lie. You know-by the way he's watching you, and the stupid leer that crosses the other man's face-that they already know quite well that Namjoon isn't here.

"Yes." You nod, just barely, and jerk your skin away from the man's still trailing finger. "He had business in the city today."

"Oh, well that's too bad." The man clucks his tongue against his teeth in a display of fake disappointment, and his eyes darken as his gaze sweeps down your body. "It's a shame we missed him." He grins wickedly. "I guess you'll just have to tell him we stopped by and relay our message for us."

Before you can react, the shorter man has grabbed your wrists in clammy fingers, Holly frantically barking and snapping in your arms as he closes in on the two of you.

"Get the damn dog out of here." The man barks, struggling to maintain his grip on you as he dodges Holly's flashing teeth.

The taller man rips Holly from your arms and tosses him across the garden away from the three of you, and though he yelps, you're grateful they've released him and not tried to harm him.

Because the pit in your stomach is telling you you won't be so lucky.

The shorter man, his grip on your wrists still tight and painful, has become distracted in that moment, watching his partner toss Holly, and you take the opportunity to slam your shoe down hard on his foot.

He yelps, releasing you for the briefest second, and that's all the time you need to dart past him and toward the door of the house.

You hear the man swear behind you and yell something to the taller man about catching you before you make it inside, but all you can focus on is not tripping and tangling yourself in the foliage as you sprint toward the house.

Your salvation is within maybe ten yards, when the taller man catches up with you.

He catches your wrist and before you can make a sound, slams you with the weight of his body back against the stucco wall of the house, right beside the back door and your only bid for freedom.

You're all breathing hard when the shorter man reaches the two of you, fire blazing behind the dark rings of his irises.

"Stupid bitch." He growls out between loose lips, before hitting you hard across the face with the palm of his hand.

The slap sends your head careening back against the stone wall behind you and leaves your cheek stinging, and as you orient yourself once more-still breathing hard-you can taste the copper sheen of blood on your tongue from your newly split lip.

The man reaches for the buckle of his belt, still glaring at you, and spits on the ground at your feet, before he addresses the taller man who still holds you pinned against the wall. "Hold her still. I think it's time we taught Boss Kim and his little bitch here a long overdue lesson."

The taller man nods, and the way his fingers tighten around your wrists has you wincing slightly.

"Now." The other man steps up to you, and the stench of his warm, putrid breath washing across your face has you feeling as if you're about to vomit. His fingers close on either side of your chin and wrench your gaze up to his own. He smirks wickedly. "I hope you know, I'm going to enjoy this."

You spit in his face violently, saliva and blood mixing into a pink spittle that splashes across his face, which instantly darkens, as he releases your chin and raises his hand into the air to once again deliver a stinging blow.

And then, the sound of a gun cocking has everyone freezing in their tracks.

"What the-" The man glances at his counterpart, who has gone still and is staring with wide eyes beyond his shoulder line, and then directs his gaze in the same direction behind the three of you.

The scene he's met with instantly has his previously venomous gaze filling with terror.

Yoongi's finger is steady on the trigger as he holds the gun on the two men, features dark and deceptively treacherously calm as Jin flanks one of his sides, Hobi on the other-and their faces are just as unreadable and blank-though you know there is a dark, dangerous current of emotions brewing just beneath that calm surface.

Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin complete the half circle surrounding your attackers, and glancing at the absolute and utter fear on the two men's faces, you can't blame them.

Looking down the ready, waiting barrels of six guns would make anybody-no matter how brave-wet themselves where they stood.

"I told you the truth." You speak into the suddenly electric silence that has fallen over the group, and your assailant glances back at you, as if he had forgotten you were there, mouth agape, eyes wide. You offer him an innocent smile. "Namjoon is at work. But I didn't say the other six were."

The sound of another gun cocking into position has the two men whirling back to face the circle of men surrounding you.

Taehyung's finger finds the trigger of his pistol, and-normally warm eyes dark-his lips quirk upward into just the hint of a humorless smirk as he stares down the two men beside you, and when he speaks, his voice is cold and absolutely murderous as he parrots back the words the intruder had used just moments before.

"I hope you know, I'm going to enjoy this."

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"What happened."

It isn't a question as Namjoon strides into the room, loosening his tie as he enters, usually unruffled attitude an odd mixture of humming danger and worry.

Yoongi glances up from where he sits in the corner, polishing his gun, and grunts out darkly, "Couple of goonies thought they'd get the upper hand and take out the boss's wife."

You can tell, by the way his normally controlled movements are jerky on the barrel of the weapon, that he is still worked up.

Namjoon crosses the room to where you sit on the sofa, coming to stand before you and the boys that surround you, though Jimin doesn't look up at him, focusing on cleaning the wound that cuts across your bottom lip.

"Ouch!" You hiss out as he hits a particularly tender spot with the antiseptic, jerking back from him, as he meets your gaze and offers you a slightly apologetic look as Hobi, who sits beside you, arm around your shoulders, gives you a comforting pat on the hand.

Namjoon crouches down and ignoring Jimin, pushes past the younger man, eyes softening slightly as he runs his thumb carefully over your split lip and up the purple bruising that is just starting to show on your cheekbone. "Whoever did this, I'll make them pay. I swear it."

You lean your cheek into the palm of his hand, his skin warmed by the afternoon sun, and offer him the hint of a smile, though it hurts your lip to do so. "I know you will."

"What do we do if this happens again, Namjoon?" Jin asks from where he is leaning against the desk, watching the interaction between the two of you with careful gaze. His hands are buried deep in his pockets, and he shifts from one foot to the other, brow furrowed as he regards the younger man. "If next time-"

"There's not going to be a next time." Namjoon cuts him off abruptly, standing up once more, as he sends the other man a hard look. "This is never going to happen again."

"But what if it does." Jungkook speaks up, and his normally large doe eyes are flashing with anger, irises no longer warm, but dark, as he slams his palms down in frustration on the desk his elder leans upon. "What if it does happen again, hyung? What then? We can't keep putting her in danger like this."

"I'm really fine-" You start to protest, speaking around Jimin's fingers, who has moved back into position to keep cleaning the long cut on your lips. His fingertips press into the plush skin of your mouth, effectively cutting off your words with a gentle admonishment.

He tilts his head and stares at you, full lips curving into a gentle smile, eyes crinkling, making you feel slightly better in the way only Jimin can, and when he speaks, his voice is gentle, just like his touch.

"No one is doubting you can take care of yourself, baby girl." His fingers caress the line of your jaw and his gaze is thoughtful. "We just don't want to put you in situations where you have to."

"Hyung." Taehyung steps up beside Namjoon, who is now staring out the large window behind the desk and down onto the gardens below, and when his hand rests on the leader's arm, you note that his fingers are still speckled with blood from the stand off earlier.

When he speaks again, the deep timbre of his voice shakes slightly, as if he's still so pissed off that he can hardly control himself. "Those sons of bitches almost touched her. If we hadn't been here-"

You wince at his choice of words, because he's right. Without them, you would have been left to an incredibly dark fate at the hands of the two intruders.

"I'm with Jungkook." Yoongi finally speaks up once more, and he stands from the corner, laying his now sparkling gun aside, as he approaches Namjoon and Taehyung, still silhouetted against the window. He heaves a sigh and glances in your direction, before addressing Namjoon seriously. "She needs to be able to protect herself. God forbid, there's another time, but if there is, we can't just leave her defenseless."

You can tell that Namjoon does not take the older man's opinion lightly, and you can visibly see him weighing his hyung's words before his shoulders slump in defeat, and he lets out a tired sigh. "All right."

He strides across the room again and crouches down in front of where you sit once more, long legs folded beneath his body, as his eyes meet yours in a firm gaze. He reaches out to take your chin in his hand, in a much gentler, much more loving grip than the man had used earlier, and his lips purse into a serious, stern line, before he intones quietly, eyes soft, "It's time to teach you a few things, darling."

******

The first thing you can think when Jin leads you into the armory and you see all the weapons lining the walls is holy shit.

The second thing is how have you never noticed how many different guns the men you love have at their disposal?

"So, you've got your assaults, your machines," Jin gestures to each rack of guns as you pass by on your tour, Jungkook trailing along behind the two of you, sometimes running loving fingers up certain weapons as you walk by. "Pistols, handguns, snipers, rocket launchers-"

"Have you guys used all of these guns?" You ask, mouth agape, as you glance around the huge room full of deadly weapons.

"No way." Jungkook shakes his head, bounding up to stand beside you, as he slings an arm around your shoulders and gives you a deceivingly innocent bunny smile, as if he's not talking about guns that kill people. "Some of these are specialized. We have to hire professionals for those."

"Aren't you professionals?" You question curiously, grinning slightly as Jungkook laughs at your query.

"Okay. Eventually, you can pick what feels most comfortable for you, princess." Jin reappears from another smaller room, cocking and loading a small handgun into his palm, as he approaches you and Jungkook. "However, we're going to start small for now."

He offers the gun to you, and you hesitate only a moment, before reaching out and taking the gun from him. The metal feels cold against your palm, as you fingering the gun, trying to get used to the weight.

A low whistle sounds from the entrance of the room, and you glance up as Taehyung enters, eyes scanning the racks of guns almost fondly, as he states lightly, "Look at all the pretties."

Jin sighs from beside you, rolling his eyes, though you catch the hint of a smile, before his expression becomes neutral again. "Can you please stop talking about assault rifles the same way you talk about shoes, Kim Taehyung?"

Taehyung smirks and winks at you, eyebrow cocked cheekily, as he reaches your side and throws his arms around you and Jungkook's shoulders. "C'mon hyung, lighten up. You know our girl's gonna be a natural." He chucks you playfully under the chin. "Right, sweetheart?"

You shrug, still trying to get used the feeling of the gun in the palm of your hand. "I dunno. I hope so?"

Jin takes your hand in his and leans over to press a kiss to the side of your forehead. "I'd believe him if I were you. He's uncannily good at predicting what other people are good at."

Taehyung grins at the praise. "Yeah! Like I can tell you that I predict that Jungkookie is gonna be shit at Fortnite when we play later tonight."

"Hey." Jungkook leans around you to try and catch Taehyung with his fist as the older boy laughs.

"All right, all right." Jin berates them lightly, though you can tell he's trying not to grin at the younger boys antics. He waves toward you and the gun you still hold in your hand. "Let's get (Y/N) to the shooting range then."

Taehyung slings his arm once more around your shoulders as you all follow Jin toward the range. "Trust me, sweetheart." He offers you the hint of a soft smile and squeezes your fingers between his own. "You're gonna get so good, next time those bastards try anything, they won't know what hit them before you blow their brains out."

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hollyhomburg · 4 years ago

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Reasons Wretched and Divine (Pt. 6) (Yoonminjoon x Reader)

Genre: hybrid au, polyamory au, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, Pregnancy, Mafia au

Parings: Snake hybrid! Yoongi x Dog hybrid! Jimin x Dog hybrid! Namjoon x Pregnant! Reader, Platonic Vmin, allusions to 2seok,

Summary: After years of abuse, you’ve all finally found each other. But for one of you- the fear still lingers, hidden in the shadows. Yoongi doesn't want much, just a few more weeks, but he only has until the end of the summer.

Tags: Hurt/comfort, physical abuse, polyamory negotiations, Post-traumatic stress disorder, low self-worth, bonding over trauma, themes of healing, mute characters, scent-marking, brief gore, themes of deception, complex characters

W/c: 10.6k

Song Rec: Hozier ~ Eden

Series Masterlist

An informative bulletin on Hybrid sense of Smell:

Out of all of the positives that hybrids inherit from their animal dna- their sense of smell is simply unparalleled. It’s one of the more peculiar and therefore interesting subsets of hybrid behavior. Hybrid sense of smell is just like any of the other senses though, in terms of the amount of sensory information contained, it is more on par with sight than the fragile human nose. It is possible that the vast majority of hybrid to hybrid communication is completely pheromonal. most scent glands are found on the wrists and neck.

When an owner or human initially comes into contact with a hybrid, the flush of new sensory information will be hard to parse out for most hybrids (and all but those with the most sensitive smell). At first, a hybrid will only be able to sense if you are feeling “good” or “bad” the same way we can often only tell when food smells good or bad.

But as time goes on, and hybrids become more accustomed to the particular hormonal balance of their humans they become more adept at deciphering their emotional state through their scent. Eventually, a person smelling simply ‘happy’ or ‘sad’ becomes “amused” and “contemplative” or any other host of emotions. This is one of the reasons why hybrids make intense emotional partners, as hybrids become accustomed to their owners or pack mates and they become extremely attuned. Some hybrids are even able to smell their female owner's ovulation cycle and if they’re pregnant before the owner themselves.

Scent is one of the most highly individualized parts of hybrid society, with no two hybrids smelling exactly the same (some exceptions can be made for close siblings and twins) scent-marking behavior is something commonly seen only between hybrids and their owners, as well as between hybrids in the same pack. As scent-marking leaves sort of an imprint of hybrid's emotional state on their partner. It is also a nonverbal queue for other hybrids “this person makes me very happy- please be kind to them for me” or “this is my human, please stay away” a negative impression will also be left on a human if they cause a hybrid distress.

Of course, certain species hybrids are more adept at this kind of empathy than others, with rabbit hybrids having the most sensitive sense of smell and therefore pungent scents, and most exotic hybrids including bird hybrids and snake hybrids, having a less sensitive nose and more mild scents which are harder to discern.

Many other tidbits of information can be conveyed through scents, weather a possible partner will be compatible for a heat/rut cycle, if they are upset and if they are injured or hurt, and their emotional state. There is even some debate that deception can be gleaned through scent (but that claim will need further research).

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- You wake with a start, started into wakefulness by a piercing shriek and then shouting. Out of all of the times you’ve suddenly woken out of a dead sleep this is by far the least violent. There isn’t anyone in your room but you, the covers overly warm, golden early morning light seeping through the windows, peaceful and idyllic.

- it isn’t one of the times that your late husband had dragged you out of the bed, kicking and screaming because he’d found something on your phone, a strange charge on your credit card, or woken to the feel of him above you, or woken to his screaming at Namjoon.

- You tell yourself that it’s just any other day, that this morning isn’t one of those. but your heart dosent understands that. thundering, your hands shaking.

- The days when you wake up slowly in Namjoon’s arms- those are the best mornings. But Namjoon isn’t next to you- and somehow your heart won’t start shuddering. Namjoon isn’t here and you want him there and your mind somewhere else entirely as you shakily exit your bedroom, tying your robe around you deftly.

- One benefit of living in an old house is that you can hear nearly everything that goes on, and you can hear Jimin's words below you “Yoongi- don’t look”

- Sometimes- you still have days where you hate your bedroom. Days where you won’t cross over the threshold with Namjoon already there, his every presence comforting to you- willing away any bad thought that might arise, any trigger or memory. You’d painted the walls a different color- the dark green changed to a light pastel blue- but some of the memories still linger even though it looks different and far warmer than it did when it was your husband's old bedroom.

- Most of the positive change has to do with Namjoon’s presence, the countless pillows that he likes to sleep with, the fluffy throws, his organized but slightly wry shirts in your open closet, his small stack of parenting books by your dresser. It might be the same room you were hurt in, but it feels different most of the time, especially when you’ve got namjoon all stretched out in your bed, All of the peace you have starts and ends with Namjoon.

- But maybe that’s changing, maybe you find a certain calm in Yoongi and Jimin too. Jimin is the first one you see, sending you a panicked glance as Namjoon cleans his face of blood, trying to stand in front of Yoongi for whatever reason the snake hybrid looking a little paler than usual.

- You stumble to the bottom of the stairs in your thick fluffy robe, some of your hair sticking up at the back. You take one good look at the snake, rub your eyes a bit, and then turn to the cat hybrid sprawled in the grass. Your eyes are steely, unflinching as you help her up, ask if she’s okay. All the while, Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jimin blink back the sleep from their eyes, not knowing what to do about the snake, hanging flayed open on your front door.

- You take one long look at the snake too. All of you silent for a moment before you jump into action. “We’ll get this cleaned up before you get back with the others, wake Taehyung too if you wouldn’t mind? Tell him I’m calling a meeting before breakfast to make sure no one slips away for chores.”

- That Jimin understands, Many a time had he seen the younger and teenaged hybrids leave the table the second their plates where finished. Though he has to admit- this feels less like a prank gone wrong and more like I direct threat with the way Yoongi is blinking behind Namjoon, the other hybrid talking to him in his low voice. Hands out like they might touch him, Namjoon’s tail hanging low between his legs.

- You’re just about to turn away when Jimin grabs your arm. “There’s something you should know,” he’s quick to explain what happened last night, who kicked him out of his bed and the reason why he’d been asleep on your couch. Your mouth turns down the more he talks. “Bring Minhyung too okay? Are you okay lovely?” you keep Jimin’s hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

- The cat smooth’s out a wrinkle in her skirt and clears her butt of any dirt that might have gotten on it when she’d fallen backward, her tail flicks agitatedly “I’m okay miss, it just gave me a fright.”

- “I can’t imagine how none of us heard anything,” Namjoon says- finishing cleaning the blood from his face, thanking Yoongi for the towel. He looks a little shaken but mostly all right. “I know” Jimin agrees- “it was barely 10 feet from me and I didn’t hear it.” You grimace, still looking at the door and the snake, Namjoon finished wiping the blood off his face and you gesture for the rag.

- Jimin steps up “I’ll do it- you don’t have too” surprisingly the nail isn’t that deeply driven into the wood once Jimin gets over his initial squeamishness over handling the dead animal. Namjoon heads off as soon after Jimin gets it free to bury it in the garden. Still in his pajamas. You usher Yoongi upstairs while Jimin cleans the door of blood.

- You’ve been in Yoongi’s room a handful of times (when it was just your husband's house it used to be an office) but the dark blue walls fit Yoongi better now. His queen mattress pushed in the corner, an old ladder that Yoongi had repurposed hanging with half a dozen thick blankets and fluffy duvets, assorted space heaters and fans sitting on the desk pushed up against the foot of his bed. It’s cozy mostly- the curtains all drawn so the room feels more like a den or a cave. Dark- but warm and comforting, it feels safe even.

- Now that Yoongi’s away from the others it looks like he doesn’t know what to do with himself, raking his fingers through his hair and twitching a little, He can’t relax or standstill. You set a cup of coffee for him on his bedside table and linger. Unsure if you don’t want to leave him alone or if he wants to be to regroup for a second. “Yoongi” he turns and looks at you, and sometimes- like this time. It almost seems like Yoongi wants to say something to you- but just- can’t get the words out.

- You wonder more than you’d care to admit- if his muteness is selective or something physical. Namjoon wonders too, what his voice sounds like if his laugh is more of a giggle like Jimin’s or something crackling like Nam Joon. “Do you-“ a little noise stops you, Yoongi’s hands clench and unclench by his side.

- You reach out a hand unthinking, stopping a second before you actually cup his cheek. You and Yoongi are no stranger to almost touches, especially on his good days. Many times you’ve felt the almost brush of his hand on your lower back when you stand, sometimes you actually do feel it.

- You were no stranger to slight touches either, always in the secluded privacy of your garden or the house when it’s late and the curtains are drawn. In front of namjoon too. You’d linked pinky’s more than once over a bed of flowers when you were taking a break. as he fed you a sweet strawberry or green beans from the garden. The pad of his finger lingering on your lower lip for just a second too long to not be intentional.

- But never had you initiated the touch, not like this. Your hand cups his cheek and Yoongi leans into it, eyes fluttering closed. The bags under his eyes are almost black-purple. The scales under his chin feel cool under your fingers, only slightly smoother and cooler than the rest of his skin.

- You’d asked Namjoon about it, pacing in your room after one day when you’d seen Namjoon watch you and Yoongi with a strange look on his face. You didn’t want to do anything that made him uncomfortable. At the end of the day, it will always be Namjoon. You won’t leave him or hurt him- not ever if you can help it. Thought at the beginning, you feared you could hurt him by accident with Yoongi.

- It was back when your baby bump had barely been visible- not like now when even your baggiest dresses barely conceal your bump. Nothing but a strategically placed pillow concealing Namjoon’s nakedness as he laid back in your bed late at night. Namjoon scrolling through his phone (new, a gift from you. though it will only last about a week until he decideds to try and ‘wash’ off the dirt that got on it and compeltly ruin it)

- You’d had minor disagreements over other hybrids in the past. Namjoon was mostly okay with you giving out pets like they’re one-dollar bills at the strip club. And was equally as nonplussed when some of the younger hybrids that don’t know any better cuddled close enough to you that you ended up smelling like them. But there had been one incident where one of the older canine hybrids had mistakenly scent marked you.

- Namjoon had been a little angry growling at you the second he’d smelled the fox’s scent on you and demanding you shower. Rightfully upset, he’d explained that that was practically a claiming mark. He’d been touchy and a little bit grumpy the rest of the week, an arm thrown around your waist whenever the other hybrid was around.

- But Yoongi Doesn’t seem to upset him in the same way. “I don’t get what you’re so worried about- it’s fine- it’s not like he’s not part of our pack or a stranger.”

- You’d stopped where you’d been pacing a hole in your carpet. “What do you mean- apart of the same pack?” Namjoon sighed, tossing his phone to the side (he doesn’t quite understand that he needs to be gentle with it yet). “it’s like- it’s not the same as if it was a random farmer across the street- because it’s Yoongi and he’s one of us, it doesn’t make me feel possessive because he’s mine too you know?”

- They had been getting close recently, there aren’t many hybrids at the farm yet, and Yoongi, Taehyung, and Seokjin are the only ones who’ve stayed any length of time you’d consider significant. You’d woken alone late at night a few times in the last week and gone down to the living room lower level only to find Namjoon and Yoongi asleep on opposite ends of the couch.

- “But he’s not a canine hybrid Joonie? Don’t you only form pack bonds with other dog hybrids?” Namjoon shaking his head, ears flapping a little, “not at all, though it is rarer- and Yoongi won’t exactly feel it the same way I do, he’s still apart of this too.”

- It hits you like a truck, “you mean- you love him too?”

- You’d been meaning to ask Namjoon- if the pack bonds now extended to Jimin too, you had a feeling they did but it was probably better to ask…before anything more significant happens.

- You know that Yoongi is okay with touch as long as it’s not skin on skin and if he can control it. But you can’t not offer the affection now- not when you think it might help- not when Yoongi looks like he’s about ready to jump out of his skin with how afraid he is.

- You can tell his whole body is shivering but he doesn’t move to pull away when you lift up your other hand to slowly cup his cheek. He doesn’t move away when you get up on your tippy-toes to press your lips to his forehead. He smells soft and sweet like freshly done laundry. His hands come up too, loosely settling around your waist like he’s not sure he wants to pull you in for a hug yet.

- “We’ll get to the bottom of this yoongi, I promise” you give him one shorter squeeze and then separate. And Yoongi looks like he wants to keep holding you and also like he doesn’t. So you figure it’s best. You hover in the doorway, “take your time coming down today okay? We’ll have the meeting and then we can have breakfast up here if you’re not feeling up to being around the others today.”

- Your front door is clean, the light blue wood spotless when you come down the stairs, and By that time the cat hybrids have already returned to the kitchen. after changing into a loose knee-length dress, spotted with little flowers. It’s too hot for anything-tight today- but with your growing bump- everything feels tight. You’re only a few weeks away from the end of your second trimester, and you’re thankful that so far- you haven’t felt much morning sickness. You think you have a doctor’s visit later this week though- you’ll have to ask namjoon, he’s better at remembering that sort of thing than you are.

- One hybrid comes through the backdoor with a clutch of eggs from the chicken coop, the egg basket piled high, Jimin is with them too- holding a few eggs in his shirt- held out tight to make a basket, the cat hybrid smiles at you, “got almost 3 dozen today miss!”

- “Perfect for the frittata?” Jimin asks, unsure. “Quiche.” you and the cat hybrid correct at the same time. The three of you filing into the kitchen, Jimin careful not to break the eggs.

- A certain sleepy wolf hybrid is already sitting at your prep table, looking nervous, his scent souring when he sees you and Jimin. Jimin stays, this time crossing his arms and leaning up against the cabinets to watch Minhyung squirm. You sit down at the prep table across from him and pour him a cup of tea.

- He looks worried- sending a glance back and forth to Jimin and then to you. He knows what he did last night was wrong- and though Jimin can’t see any snake’s blood underneath his fingernails, the suspicion and dislike of the wolf hybrid still linger.

- But he doesn’t look like he’s trying to conceal anything. He just looks scared, eyes flicking from hybrid to hybrid, to the door and then the window and anywhere but at you and Jimin. Before the conversation’s even started, Jimin’s suspicion dissipates. While he agrees that Minhyung may be a dick, Jimin can’t believe that a hybrid would do this- they all know what discrimination feels like. Which is what makes their distaste of Yoongi particularly abhorrent.

- “I hear you have a certain problem with how I treat Yoongi, Minhyung. Would you like to elaborate? Or maybe explain why you kicked Jimin out of the bunk room last night? Or why you left a snake nailed to my front door-“

- “What?! I didn’t- I promise that wasn’t me,” Minhyung is smart- he understands what the commotion this morning was about. By now Taehyung must have woken everyone up- must have already told everyone about the meeting. Jimin doesn’t know if they’ve ever had one before, but judging by the general tense atmosphere in the kitchen alone- it must not be a regular occurrence.

- “I’m sorry,” he says, turning to Jimin, “I honestly thought you would be sleeping up here. I don’t sleep well and when you woke me up- I reacted badly. I promise I’ll be kinder- just don’t- please don’t throw me out.”

- “It’s not up to me,” Jimin says, his voice small, he gives you a look- that he hopes you interpret as ‘it’s up to you- I’m done with this’ and leaves the room. Only to find Yoongi hovering just outside, hidden behind the wall listening in.

- Jimin hears you and Minhyung starting up the conversation again, mostly it's him speaking this time- talking about his old owner who used sleep deprivation as a tactic to make him obedient. You don’t say much, just listen sipping at your tea. Yoongi lifts a finger to his lips and hands Jimin a carefully folded piece of paper. “I don’t think it was him.” By now Jimin is used to the way Yoongi sometimes converses on paper when he needs to communicate.

- “Do you know who it was then?” Jimin whispers, Yoongi shakes his head, but there is something about the tilt of his eyes that Jimin can’t find it in him to trust. But if there is a reason that Yoongi has for lying to him- then Jimin will trust it’s a good reason.

- He goes back into the kitchen, summoning you; you stand and walk to the door so that you won’t be overheard. Teetering a little bit, you look a little shaky too like you aren’t quite awake. Maybe that’s it- or is there something else? A shakiness behind your eyes too? Jimin can’t decipher it. Minhyung stays there, sitting looking contrite and like he’s close to tears. Fiddling with his hands under the table.

- “What are you going to do?” Jimin asks, Yoongi waiting too, his note crumpled in his fist. Namjoon comes thundering down the stairs in his work boots, looking intimidating as ever in all black. He must have snuck upstairs to change after he buried the snake in your garden. “I don’t know,” you say easily, crossing your arms over your baby bump, looking at Namjoon and sighing before you meet Jimin and Yoongi’s eyes. “Do you think he did it Yoongi?”

- Yoongi shakes his head, pursing his lips and Jimin decides that damn- he’s either a convincing liar or what he noticed earlier was just something else. Maybe Yoongi feeling uncomfortable. The buttons on his usual linen button-down aren’t buttoned right and his hair doesn’t have that usual perfectly swept out of his face look. Jimin is the only one still in his pajamas (which actually belongs to Yoongi) but he’ll try to change during the meeting.

- “If I throw him out there is a chance I could be punishing someone innocent, and if I let him stay there is a chance he could be guilty” Namjoon sits across the armrest of the old couch. “You’ve never thrown out someone before,” he says, bending down to tie his work boots.

- “No,” you say, eyes sharp on Namjoon, “but I’ve let you do it.”

- Namjoon freezes, standing up looking contrite, “I didn’t know you knew about that” Yoongi sends Jimin a panicked look; worried they’re about to witness some sort of fight between the two of you. But you just raise an eyebrow at Namjoon looking more tired than annoyed. “I’m not angry, but this should always be a joint decision,” you fiddle with Namjoon’s sleeve, tenderly smoothing over the edge of it. “So it’s settled then?”

- “This isn’t only our home anymore” you peer into the kitchen, keeping part of your body hidden by the wall. Minhyung still sits hands underneath his thighs, his head snaps up, black ears still buried in his hair. “You can stay, I trust you know that if anything else happens…” you trail off, he scrambles up from the prep-table. “Well, I trust you’ll have more sense than that.”

- He scrambles up from the prep-table. Minhyung almost breaks his back bowing to you, promising that he won’t do anything, that he’ll be the perfect hybrid again and again before he’s off down the hill- back to change out of his pajamas.

- It’s a humid day out and it isn’t even sunny, the moisture in the air oppressive. The hybrids are sleepy- hair and ears ruffled from sleep, some of them in work clothes and some of them still in their pajamas.

- Jimin sees one of the little ones make grabby arms at Seokjin (who looks clean pressed as ever) and the alpaca hybrid heaves the young one up into his arms, where it promptly closes its eyes and leans on his wide shoulder- the perfect place for a nap. Seokjin blushes when the new hybrid from a few weeks back, the otter Hoseok, comes over to coo at the little doe hybrid. His hands smoothing up and down her spine.

- Someone gets you a step stool and though Namjoon makes a face- he lets you use it to climb up onto a table. His hands anxiously hovering around your waist to make sure you won’t fall, he whines. But you ignore his instincts to be overprotective. Jimin can see the tension in Namjoon’s arms- he seems so worried that you’re going to fall- it’s almost cute.

- “This morning, a snake was nailed to my front door.” This is greeted by a few murmurs, nervous glances, and internal cringes. You hold up a hand, and the gathered hybrids all fall silent again. “You should all understand what safety means for a hybrid, and the fact that you would make one of your own feel unsafe and unwelcome- it hurts me. Because I obviously haven’t done a good enough job of taking care of you if you’re lashing out at one of your own. Yoongi is not to blame for your hurt.”

- Jimin is impressed by the way that you command their attention, The surrounding hybrids look scared; some look contrite, but most just look uncomfortable at being called out. They all know that Yoongi staying up in the main house and not in the barns isn’t a result of favoritism, but a necessity because of his inability to regulate his own body temperature. And even if you were playing favorites- it’s not like you don’t do the same with Namjoon?

- “If anyone has any complaints or is upset by the way I treat any one of you- you should come to me and talk about it. Not take it out on each other or my front door for that matter.” that gets a few chuckles out of the crowd. And it’s mostly the cat hybrids that have left the dishes in the kitchen to simmer rather than miss your announcement.

- After the meeting and breakfast, the four of you linger in the lower level of your house. The cleanup crew already blasting country music in your kitchen, and Jimin can see every twang of the country music irritates Yoongi and Namjoon

- Namjoon even making a small noise and rubbing his ears. You sigh, straightening out your dress on the bottom step, your hands shake a little. And you’re not the only one, Yoongi sits, his shoulders hunched. It only takes one glance up at them all for you to stop. Setting your sun hat back on the hook.

- “You know what- fuck this. We need to get out of here today.”

- All of you piling into your beat-up red truck, the same one Jimin had come to the farm in. Namjoon runs back in at the last moment to grab your purse. Yoongi and Jimin in the back two seats, a little cramped. Namjoon gets the front on account of his long legs. None of you talk about a destination as you make a three-point turn rather than try and back out of your near mile-long driveway.

- Not one hybrid lounging in the fields or moving about had given them so much as a look when you’d drove down the long hill. Pausing at the end only because Taehyung was nearby, the hybrid calling to you and trotting over to lean at your car door, his smile as happy as ever. Bear ears flickering in the holes cut out of his baseball cap.

- “Want to come with?” you offer, but Taehyung just shakes his head, “Nah my queen needs me” he tilts his head back in the direction of the bee hutches. is it Jimin’s imagination, or do you look a little crestfallen? “Need anything?” you’d proffered. He’s so tall he has to slouch to be at face level with you. Taehyung doesn't ask where you’re going, only looks as Yoongi leans over the front seat to fiddle with the radio, as if judging how affected the snake hybrid is by what transpired this morning. he flicks from channel to channel trying to find a song he likes. “Nothing really, maybe some more jars for honey if you can find them?”

- You nod softly “that I can do.” Taehyung steps back and waves as you pull out of the gates of the farm. And Jimin feels anticipation build underneath his skin. He’d rarely ever been outside of his old home before and now- now he was leaving the farm too- the destination uncertain.

- “Please don’t speed,” Namjoon says, Yoongi leans back from the radio, finally settled on some song with a low thread beat, more musical than anything else. The snake seems to vibrate with the force of the music and between that, the sound of the engine, and the wind whipping through the open windows, Namjoon has to shout to be heard. The wind tickles, but it’s the only relief from the muggy June heat since your air-conditioning is busted.

- You smile at him lightly; at 10am on the dusty dirt road there isn’t a sing soul with you on the road. You gun it. Namjoon grips the handle on the roof looking green, but when jimin looks over and sees you and Yoongi smiling at Namjoon’s queasy ness- his anxiety dissipates. It doesn’t matter that your truck is rusty and that you’re barely going over 40 in a 35- to Namjoon, one mile over the speed limit is breaking the law.

- You stop at the drive-through before you get on the highway, iced coffee for Yoongi, blended lemonade for Jimin, a hot chocolate for Namjoon (a travesty when it’s this hot) and an iced tea for you. The yellow lemons in your tea Jiggling with the ice as you hit potholes with little care for your truck. Yoongi leaning over periodically to change the song. Namjoon telling Jimin what genre is playing when he confesses he doesn’t know one, “is it jazz or ska?” Yoongi holds up two fingers- indicating the second choice, Namjoon nods.

- You look over your shoulder- sharing a special secret glance with jimin, rolling your eyes a little. Now he understands why you rarely ever play music when you work- if you did yoongi would get up to change the music every few seconds.

- “So where are we going?” you tap your fingers against the steering wheel, waiting to turn south onto the highway. “Probably not the beach, but maybe the State park? What do you think Joonie?”

- “I wouldn’t mind the state park, it’s got a pretty view” Jimin tries not to let his Disappointment show, especially when Namjoon turns to Jimin, sensing the whine that died in his throat. Yoongi nudges Jimin's foot with his own. The light turns green and you start to turn onto the highway. “I’ve never seen the ocean.”

- “What!?” you and Namjoon shout in tandem, you lurch to a dead stop, suddenly turning, around instead of just turning left. Yoongi turning to jimin mouth open. “Yeah- I’d never- I’d only been outside of like one block before coming to you?” Yoongi shakes his head as you get going the opposite way on the highway- getting into the slow lane because your truck just can’t handle going over 60 no matter how much you want it to be able to do that. “You don’t have to” Jimin tries to say; you smile when you glance over your shoulder at him. “I’m already on the highway Jimin.”

- Jimin pretends it doesn’t make his heart hurt a little bit to see you change so easily for him, the truck thudding along. Yoongi holding out the last half of his ice coffee for Jimin to try, smiling when he makes a face at the bitterness. You hold out your ice tea too, trading it for a sip of Jimin’s frozen lemonade. Namjoon offering him, but you being a little snarky, “sorry babe but I don’t think anyone but you want a hot chocolate in the middle of June.”

- Namjoon turns his full lanky body in your direction, thighs bulging out on the pleather, tipping his back and out of the window. “It just makes me unique,” you swallow, and jimin sees how viscerally you’re affected by the long line of him stretched out in the front seat of your car.

- Yoongi’s writes something on his notepad and handing it over to Jimin. “Yoongi wants you to know that you’re as unique as a dog sticking his head out the window of a car.” Namjoon scoffs, you laugh, Namjoon’s smirk as he looks at Yoongi is shy, and Jimin knows how that feels- the pride you feel at being known enough to be teased. “At least I know the difference between Ska and jazz now, that has to count something for uniqueness.”

- Jimin scoffs, “you gonna keep an imaginary tally or something?” Namjoon flicks his ears in Jimin’s direction, grinning, happy to be teased. “Yes- we can keep track, start being really weird like cutting our shirts into crop tops and painting them and shit,”

- “Oh please do that,” you say, and it’s a surprisingly attractive offer. Jimin has seen Namjoon’s stomach, all hard lines, and juicy skin when it pulls up or when it gets really hot and he takes off his shirt. And he can’t say he disagrees and judging by the high blush on Yoongi’s cheeks, he dosent either. All of you laugh with the way that Namjoon blushes and grumbles and fiddles with the edge of his shirt. The puppy is just too easy to tease.

- After some prodding, Jimin is tempted to lean his head out of the window too, and when he does he has to admit- looking down the narrow stretch of highway, eyes watering, his ears getting battered like hell because of the wind. It is worth it, his sensitive nose catching bits of something that smells like salt and fish the closer you get.

- Even Yoongi is tempted to do the same, though he might not get the same amount of joy the dog hybrids get from sticking their heads out the window. The wind sending his hair all windswept against his forehead. Curling because of the humidity.

- Yoongi’s tongue sticks out a little, as a snake hybrid his sense of smell isn’t nearly as good as Namjoon and Jimin’s, but it’s better when he can taste the air, the saltiness thicker the closer you get to the coast. Namjoon and Jimin’s tails wag out a rhythm on the seats.

- The beach is absolutely beautiful, the waves rolling and curling light blue but stormy the further out you go, Namjoon leaves his workboots in your truck and Jimin gets his knees and shorts all dirty in the sea spray, Yoongi declining to join in the water, writes that the salt makes his scales feel sticky and sits in the sand with your and Jimin’s shoes. Content to lean back and watch.

- Namjoon holding your hand to keep you steady as you dip your feet into the spray, your dress wiping in the wind. Jimin going crazy with excitement for a moment before he kicks at the spray and chases a few seagulls. None of you brought your swimsuits but Jimin dunks his full body once you gesture for him to take off his shirt so it won't get wet. You and Namjoon seem to have enough fun just dipping your feet in the cold water- but Jimin can’t get enough of the ocean now that he’s seen it. The way the waves curl, the thunder, the sharpness of salt on his tongue.

- He gets to knee height, and then to stomach height, the water is cold and a little unpleasant, but it’s worth it for the way the small waves ripple around him. Looking down at his body in the sea spray Jimin realizes- he doesn’t have a single bruise left on his body. It’s been some time since he came to stay at the farm and besides a few scars and aches, he doesn’t have a single mark on his body from what happened to him.

- The marks that lie underneath his skin- on Jimin’s soul could never go away as easily as that- but for a moment, he lets himself believe that the water could wash away even the wounds unseen. The last few weeks have taught Jimin that it’s not that easy, but if grief is the cousin of healing then Jimin will let himself feel sad about this if it means he can hope that one day he’ll barely feel broken.

- When he submerges his body and feels the drag of the ocean out to see, he lets himself imagine that the ocean is taking something from him and dragging it to a deep place where it can weigh on him anymore. And maybe when he gets his head above water- he feels a tiny infinitesimal bit better. but only time will tell if it actually makes it better. Jimin is on his way to healing and he knows he only needs time.

- When he gets back out, he almost stumbles in the surf and looks back at the beach, where the three of you are waiting for him. The three of you watch him separate himself from the waves. Your eyes going up and down his chest. Yoongi looking away after a moment. Writing on his pad of paper and scribbling it out angrily after a moment. Handing it over to Jimin

- “Feel better?” “Yeah- it’s” he shakes his body, ears flopping and sticking to his wet hair, the seawater beading in the sand. “It's nice in there. You should go in” “next time,” Yoongi writes. “You look a lot better Jiminie,” Namjoon says, handing over his flannel so that Jimin can use it to dry off. “What do you mean?” you stand to poke playfully at Jimin’s little poochy tummy, “you’ve gained a lot of weight you look healthy, I love it. ”

- He feels the fire in his cheeks, your words making his heart stutter. “Just one second” he turns away and hides his blush in Namjoon’s flannel, a high-pitched and very loud whine building in his chest or something like the need to scream swallowed by his throat because- ah fuck. He’s feeling something he shouldn’t be, isn’t he? But he must make some noise because you’re all laughing, Yoongi’s shoulders shaking as he hides his smile behind his hand.

- Before he’s turning back and handing it back to Namjoon face redder than a tomato. The other hybrid doesn’t say a thing about how it’s soaked in both water and Jimin’s scent, he Just ties it around his waist like Jimin’s scent clinging to him is the most natural thing in the world.

- You go back to the car so Namjoon can get his shoes, you talk about heading back but Yoongi isn’t ready to leave, wants to stay a little bit longer. You walk along the boardwalk; you buy some fried food that the three of you snack on, cyclone potatoes, and fried clams. Yoongi crunches into them happily, his cute little fang curling around his lip.

- Eventually, the boardwalk turns from games and restaurants into a small flea market, kitschy decorations, an overpriced Pepsi sign from the 1950s, a table made out of a glass coffin, curling horns mounted from some sort of creature. You mill about when your phone rings, shrill. “Hey Tae, what’s wrong?” you fiddle with a glass wall hanging; the stained glass fashioned to look like a cherry. Prattling onto Taehyung over the phone as Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin look through the tables of knickknacks.

- Yoongi eyes a silk dress shirt- Kind of garishly patterned. As behind them, a little girl points in their direction. There aren’t many other hybrids out on the boardwalk today, so Namjoon smiles at her, his scarred lip always moves a little less than the rest of his face, and the little girl’s mother pulls her closer and moves on quickly. Namjoon’s smile falls crestfallen.

- But as quick as the disquiet comes Yoongi is making him laugh by showing him a figurine- a piggybank that looks like a butt, the crack a hole for a coin. And the moment is forgotten. Most of the time- Jimin forgets what Namjoon must look like to the others, the scars that stretch, one from his jaw to halfway up to his cheek, another across and eye, and the newer one- from his chin to his lip.

- Jimin spies a weird metal holder, a sun on the front, mostly rusty, weird holes and test tubes set up so that they can stand in the holes. The man who runs the stand comes over to him. He’s not unkind to them, seems to be something of an outcast himself with his tattoos and gauged piercings. He greets jimin with a wide smile. “It’s meant for flowers, the test tubes hold one a piece” Namjoon smiles at him too. Sidling up behind Jimin, putting a hand on his shoulder. Namjoon’s warmth splaying over half his back “how much is it?”

- By now it's no secret how much Jimin loves flowers, a love both of you share (Yoongi’s thing is more vegetables). “Namjoon you don’t have too- I don’t need it” he looks like he’s about to say something, Yoongi scrawling something but before either of them can say anything, you get off the phone a few feet away. Pinching the bridge of your nose and their attention is diverted.

- You look substantially more stressed and they don’t need to ask what happened. “Apparently everything goes to shit when we’re gone, but a fuse blew in the house and now none of the refrigerators are working. We also got another call but the old owners are gonna drop the hybrid off later tonight. And apparently, a goat got into the garden but Seokjin got to him before he’d done any damage.” Yoongi looks about ready to run back into the truck at that.

- “Probably because he was distracted running after that otter hybrid again” you slap Namjoon’s arm good-naturedly. “Hush they’ve got crushes, and you remember what that’s like right?” Namjoon glances at Jimin and then at Yoongi, “yeah- I think I do.”

- As you’re on the way out you pass by the fruit section of the flea market- the place that is more a farmers market at the edge of the boardwalk. “those watermelons look good” you divert your course, and Namjoon rolls his eyes, “next thing I know her cravings are going to have me putting watermelon in sour cream soon”

- “That doesn’t seem like a bad combination at all” Yoongi makes a disgusting face, suddenly freezing when he looks over your shoulder, someone walks close to him, nearly knocking into Yoongi and his scent, disquieted and afraid fluffs towards Namjoon and jimin, they hover- instantly surrounding Yoongi while you are unaware.

- Which is fine- you’re not a hybrid and you can’t smell Yoongi’s distress like they can, you’re distracted by the lady who owns the stand coming upfront to greet you. Namjoon shrivels his nose, the smell of cigarettes permeating and making it hard for him to smell anything else.

- He tries to waves his hands and tell Namjoon and Jimin he’s fine but they won’t listen, the two of them stand on either side of him, staying close but not touching Yoongi- keeping anyone else in the crowd from coming close.

- You start talking to the woman who looks like she owns the stand. she gives one of the watermelons a hearty slap and yoongi flinches. She’s got long black hair and a wide smile- but she looks nice. She makes a wry comment about your baby bump and the watermelons, which you laugh about good naturedly about even if it is a little rude in Jimin’s opinion. Saying that you’re not at the true watermelon part of your pregnancy yet.

- In the end- you part with 10 (for everyone on the farm- it can never hurt to have easy snacks like watermelon in storage) and a half-bushel of their assorted vegetables. As much as you want to be completely self-sustainable your vegetable garden isn’t nearly ready to support every hungry mouth at the farm, and their English cucumbers are long and hard. You look happy to do business with them all said and done.

- The lady directs one of her farm hands, a big burly man with a bunch of tattoos to help Namjoon, Jimin and Yoongi carry them back and fort to your truck. Yoongi stops you when they’re finished. Shoving a note in your direction. “There’s something I want to go do, can you give me a second?”

- You nod, already taking out your wallet. Behind the two of you Jimin sneaks a handful of grape tomatoes into his pocket- they’re still his favorite. “we’ll get a few snacks for the drive home, take your time” he tries to not take your money but you won’t take no for an answer. Eventually shoving it in the breast pocket of his linen shirt if he won’t take it with his hands. He grumbles, shoving the wad of 20’s deep in his pocket.

- The three of you don’t think anything of it at all. After all- snake hybrids have uniquely tricky scents to parse out. So it’s no wonder why Jimin and Namjoon don’t smell the distress coming from him still. You think you notice something- but you let it slide. You’re never one to let Yoongi’s sudden mood changes affect you or take them personally.

- Sometimes he just gets too overheated to process things right. And you can tell from the way he’s listless that he’s at least approaching overheating. Getting into the car with the air-conditioning will be good for him. You make a mental note to pick him up another ice coffee.

- But meanwhile- while you’re waiting in line at a fast-food stand, Namjoon grabbing a few bags of chips off of a rack and jimin screwing around with a soda dispenser- figuring out how many different types of soda he can fit in one cup. Yoongi is being thrown into the side of a truck with a loud clang. His back hitting it and then his head jarring painfully. The sound alone sending him reeling into the dirt. But the man doesn’t let him fall. A hand savagely yanking his hair back. The unwanted contact sending shivers all up and down his body.

- “And here I thought you’d be more careful not to come so close. Did you think no one here would recognize you? We knew you where here the second you stepped out of that shitty truck.”

- Yoongi blinks, trying to keep the black spots out of his eyes. And she’s right. He did know better, the beachfront has always been their territory. Yoongi remembers the days he’d sneaked out and walked down to the beach in the middle of the night. The only time he ever felt some semblance of freedom. As long as he remained unseen and unheard she didn’t care. But today he’d been the opposite of unseen.

- He can’t respond. And Knows better than to try. His owner has never been fond of Yoongi’s voice, and she’s trained him well enough to know not to use it ever in front of her, his whole body had almost jumped out of his skin when he’d seen her, and seen you in front of her. All of the protective instincts in his body screaming at him to get you away from her to get you away from danger.

- Yoongi might be a liar, and a filthy double-crosser, worth every bit of ire and distrust from the other hybrids. He might not deserve your kindness or your care- not even a little bit and still, he’d never let anyone hurt you.

- She kicks off a crate of peaches; her black boots clicking on something metallic in the dust, cracking into one with a pop of her teeth into the tight skin. Coming close and getting in Yoongi’s face as the man holds him there for a second more, but then releases him. Both of them know they can’t rough Yoongi up like usual- any bruises would be too suspicious.

- “Did you like my little present this morning?” Yoongi flinches and she laughs. He’d suspected but hadn’t really known for sure if the message this morning was from her. But now he knows, he’s even more afraid than he was opening the door this morning. At least he’d come when called, Yoongi doesn’t want to think about what would have happened or what might have popped up on your front door had you gone somewhere else today.

- Yoongi is a good hybrid. Years of getting thrown into walls and slapped and kicked and burned by the stray end of a cigarette have trained him well, he always comes when he’s called.

- “You have until the end of the summer Yoongi- after that if you’re not back and with what I asked for, I’ll make sure that house goes up in flames.” She flicks a lighter, starting up a cigarette that makes Yoongi’s nose twinge uncomfortably. Bad memories. So many bad memories from looks like that as she puffs on her cigarette and blows the smoke in his face.

- “It’s a cute house, especially the garden. I didn’t know you had a thing for that- maybe I’ll have you grow some kale or vegan shit for me when you get back. And then I’ll really be like little miss high brow too huh? Looks like she eats healthy” Yoongi shakes and his owner laughs. So then she has been watching him. He doesn’t let himself wonder who at the farm might be there for a reason like Yoongi. What other snakes you might have in your garden.

- Yoongi can’t be there for long, can’t be absent. But he knew from the second he met his owner’s eyes over your shoulder that she would expect him to report back. That to not come when he was called would be as good as promising violent retribution, something far worse than a snake nailed to your front door.

- She leans in close to Yoongi, and Yoongi can’t resist leaning away, as she breathes the smoke in his face, his hands shaking at his sides. He watches her put out her cigarette in the peachy pink flesh of the peach wincing.

- He knows better than to talk back now or even squirm as she leans closer, barely a centimeter from his face. Even though a hook on the side of the truck is digging into the small of his back. “Remember little viper- if I see you so much as touch them- or let out even a fucking whisper- I’ll kill them in front of you then kill you myself”

- Yoongi understands- how could he not- he’s nothing more than her plaything- her spy. Yoongi wonders what she’d do if she knew he’d already broken the first rule. No touching though there had only been a few times, your hand on his arm when he was in the middle of a heat-induced meltdown, and this morning when you’d cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead.

- Before anything else happens, 3 other men of her’s come around the corner of the truck, two of them hooding up the third who looks close to passing out. blood dripping down the side of his shirt. Yoongi has seen enough fights to know how someone looks when they’ve lost one. What’s more surprising is the fact that they’ve lost one here- the boardwalk is supposed to be his owner's territory. To touch her operation here- that means something significant, but even more strangely, his owner and her right-hand man don’t even look surprised.

- He struggles to put the situation together, Yoongi remembers one time when they were teenagers- back when it wasn’t his owner's gang, but her father’s. How he’d gone into a rage because some rival had decided to even vacation on their beaches- nearly unloading the full clip of a gun into their group in broad daylight.

- If they’re being pushed back- even to here, then there is something wrong- a rival gang or the police- whichever party had earned his owner's aggression this time, was surely soon to fall. But a gang war isn’t something that Yoongi’s ever seen. She fusses over the man two others holding him up, and Yoongi slides away, back into the crowd of the boardwalk. Knowing this time- he won’t be missed.

- Yoongi walks back to the car, telling himself to enjoy every minute that he has left. Because once the summer heat fades. He knows it’s all going to go away. As he walks, even as he knows there’s probably someone watching him. He stops in front of the flea market. His feet unable to take him closer to you, the closer he gets- the less safe you are. and still- he wants to be close to you- for just a little longer, so that he knows what it’s like.

- To have a pack, a family, people who care about him and love him. Before he goes back to how he lived before he wants you to know that he loves you, loves Namjoon and Jiminie too. That he would stay if he could.

- He might not be able to touch any of the people he wants to touch in the way that he wants or say the words that he wants to say, but he can show you all that you mean to him. At least now- before time runs out and it’s too late.

- Maybe some acts of defiance are less about trying to live, and more about making sure you have a chance to live before his misdeeds eventually catch up with him. And if anyone is deserving of some sort of karmic judgment It’s Yoongi.

- He hopes you won't hate him when you find out- if you ever do.

- It’s worth it- it’s all worth it to see the way that Jimin’s ears perk up when Yoongi brings back the flower holder from the stand for him, that and a silk bandana for Namjoon to keep his hair back when he’s working, and the little wall trinket you were looking at. stained glass cut in the shape of a pair of cherries. (He won’t know- but later- you’ll hang it in the window of the nursery of your and Namjoon’s room)

- The puppy holds the flower holder in his lap the whole ride home. Nearly getting his chubby finger stuck in one of the test tubes at one point. That nearly makes Yoongi laugh out loud. As you wind your way back to the farm, snacking on fried dough and blooming onions making Namjoon’s breath stinky enough that you press on his chest when he leans in for a kiss and eventually relents when he lets out a heartbreaking wine.

- Yoongi doesn’t let himself dream for more of this- because however long he gets he know he won't deserve it either way- he doesn’t deserve a single act of kindness from you. Let alone the kind of care and love you’ve all shown him. He just closes his eyes, leans his cheek against the open window, and lets his soul rest. Just for a little longer. All he needs is a little longer.

- Yoongi lies to himself and tells himself that the summer will be enough.

- Later that night, You’re already underneath your covers, turning restless in your too warm sheets. Namjoon lingers in the bathroom brushing his teeth. “Did you notice something strange with Yoongi today?”

- “No- why?” you fiddle with the edge of your coverlet.

- “He seemed super tense on the way how and somehow I got it into my head that there was something more wrong with him than usual” Namjoon sets a glass of water for you on your bedside table pulls himself over the top of your bedspread. Pressing a toothpasty kiss to your mouth that makes you smile. His hand coming up to cradle your hip, thumb rubbing wide strokes over your baby bump.

- He always gets this look in his eyes. A little lost in his own love when he looks at you late at night like this. You pepper a kiss down his cheek and over his scar, making his face twitch a little-you know it tickles in the same way he knows you’re teasing him- just a little. “If you want to go check on him, I don’t mind.”

- Namjoon’s point is clear, the emphasis on check you know what he means and what he wants. The emphasis on hybrid pack dynamics, that it really wouldn’t be strange to Namjoon If you went to Yoongi’s room…and ended up spending a little time there. If anything- it probably seems weird to him if you haven’t.

- You let the moment slide, lean over to turn off the light, and kiss Namjoon a little more, his lips are hot but gentle on yours. Taking the time to kiss you without a rush for more, nipping at your neck once before he settles in- you’re getting into the stage of your pregnancy where its hard to lay on your side too much so instead- Namjoon mimics your usual position, his leg slung over your thighs, head tucked close to your shoulder.

- And he makes these cute little noises, little huffs and small growl groans that remind you of a puppy before he falls asleep. But you can’t sleep- you stare at the ceiling in your bedroom and can’t help but think about Yoongi earlier. How you thought for a second you’d seen him crying on the way home, spied in your rearview mirror, head hanging out the window and his cheeks wet. somehow your bed feels more empty than it used too. Even with you and Namjoon in it.

- after a few more minutes where you wonder if you’ll ever get to sleep, You slip out of your and Namjoon’s bed and sneak down the hallway. Your footsteps cushioned against the carpet as you head down the hall to Yoongi’s room. and you know it’s late but you can’t leave him alone- not when you could fix it and help him.

- You knock softly; thinking about all of the times in which you try to help- on your worst days- when it feels like helping others is all your good for. nothing else in you but that, nothing to appreciate or love beyond what you can do for others because you feels so broken- too broken to be loved without giving up your time like an apology. A lot of the time it feels like you have nothing but acts of service to offer. But on those days, it’s always Namjoon, Yoongi, and jimin that soothe you without even trying,

- Your lover cupping your chin in his hand and telling you that he can’t get enough of you, that he thought about you all day and couldn’t wait to just stand close to you. The quiet care he shows you, massaging the puffy ball of your ankle. The way sometimes he’ll come up behind you when you’re fiddling with your outfit in the morning, his wide hands fisting in the sides of your dress. Making a low whine and scent marking along your shoulder so that every hybrid on the farm knows you’re his.

- The way namjoon can tell just by looking at you if you need his help, and knows better, like today, when you need a little distance to get your thoughts sorted.

- Yoongi’s soft companionship the way he’ll shake his head and take the heavy things from you, the roll of his eyes doing the speaking for him, “what would Namjoon think if I let you carry this on your own” or the way that he’d sometimes tap the edge of your hat with his long fingers making it bounce, lip pulling up to show his cute little fangs.

- When jimin looks at you like you’ve hung the stars in the side for him. Ready to ramble on and on about whatever new thing he’d tried today. Wanting to include you in his process as he became adjusted to the world. The way that he hangs on to every word you say, following you around like a lost puppy, but you would never mind that- how could you? When he was so smitten that it made your heart flutter to be liked with such loving intent.

- You knock on Yoongi’s door, and he answers with wet cheeks, looking startled, rubbing his cheek with the side of his hand. “Yoongi, are you alright?” he shakes his head, hovering, body swaying. You can tell from the hum that the air-conditioning is on high. Not too surprising given the heat of the day, and you know it’s easier for Yoongi to make his room cool and then work up to the kind of warmth he needs then do it the other way.

- His blinds are all drawn, no light on in his room. Thought you peeked outside and sure enough- the stars were shining bright, no moon in the sky. “Can I come in?” Yoongi looks like- fuck- this is going to hurt him, but he nods anyway.

- He scoots over in his bed and moves one of the covers down and lets you climb in on the other side of the bed, and the covers are cool and comfortable beneath your skin, the only light in the room comes from the display panel of the air-conditioning unit and the green makes Yoongi’s eyes glow yellow. “You can tell me- something’s wrong, isn’t it? if its something I can fix you’ve got to tell me- Yoongi- I-“

- Yoongi pulls himself up to hover over you on one arm, his other hand coming up to comb back your hair, you’re stunned into silence. The words leaving your mouth as you find yourself inches away from him, the cool line of his body pressed up against yours. And you think- because you’re both in pajamas and not actually touching skin to skin- you think that is the reason why it might not bother him so much.

- Yoongi is all lithe muscle and harsh edges, but he’s nothing more than gentle with his hands when he softly brushes over your cheek, his eyes molten gold as he tilts his chin up, his soft lips press against your forehead for just a second, the reverse of what you’d done for him this morning.

- Maybe you were both too worn out from the day’s events not too need each other’s company. He tilts his body to the side and leans up on his elbow to watch you. And you might expect it to feel strange- his body and it’s the absence of heat, but underneath the covers it actually feels comforting, cooling amid the summer humidity that just won’t quit.

- He leans in close to poke at your cheek with his nose, nuzzling with slow curling motions as if to tell you- go to sleep, and sleep you do, the coolness of the bed and Yoongi’s body supplying relief to your overheated muscles. Yoongi knows what you needed without you having to say it- the same way that you always knew what he needed. Yoongi stays close and curls around you tightly- his arm and his leg wrapping around you, protecting you both from something you might not see.

- Your last thought before you fall asleep is a question, is Yoongi’s strong grip on you- like he’s holding on for dear life, something to do with his snake genes? Or is there some other reason why his muscles and legs tremble when they hold you close like he’s afraid something is going to be able to separate you.

- Before you truly fall asleep, you think you hear a low voice say something, just a few words, but regardless of what Yoongi might have said- or if he spoke at all, You won’t remember it in the morning.

Kofi

BONUS: Jimin’s little flower holder!

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cherienymphe · 4 years ago

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all of these stories are my favorite of favorites! a good number of them explore darker themes such as non-con, dub-con, manipulation, a/b/o, kidnapping, etc. so please heed all warnings.

➯ dividers by @firefly-graphics

Loki’s Very Special Girl

one of the first dark fics i ever read. loki is so deliciously deviant in this! this fic speaks to my praise kink.

My Little Bird

MY FAVORITE LOKI FIC OF ALL TIME! the writing is so beautiful and its such a unique concept. Loki’s fascination and obsession with the reader makes me wish i could live in this fic!

You Are Mine

A wonderful stripper/prostitute au that turned me into niagara falls

The Distraction

One of the best dark!Steve series out there! I’m sure most of you have read it, but there is no way I could not put it on this list. Made me want to be kidnapped by Steve Rogers

Little One

Its a vampire!Namjoon au that ends in a bloody fuck fest. Need I say more? The smut had me twisted into knots!

The Three of Us Pt. 2

An a/b/o JohnJae x reader fic that had me ready to kill someone while waiting for part 2. One of my fav a/b/o fics of all time! The smut is just...*chef’s kiss* It should be illegal to have made me that horny.

Beastly Gods

The fact that this shit is free is proof that there is a God. No, but seriously, one of the best Taehyung fics I have ever read! The deception, the manipulation, the plot twists! This fic...is so sexy

The Hand That Feeds

Roo never disappoints! Loki is just...downright awful in this fic and I wanted to swallow every inch of him because of it.

Haunted House

If I was an omega escort hired by Alpha!Tony and Alpha!Steve to play some hide and seek and fuck in a haunted mansion, I would not oppose. I would simply assume the position.

Calling to Join Them the Wretched and Joyful

*THIS IS NOT SOMETHING THEY FUCKING MADE, THIS IS SOME PROFESSIONAL LIKE... THIS SHIT IS IN DIFFERENT AREAS WHAT THE FUCK* Original! Never done before! Thor can catch these hands and Loki can catch these hands too after he catches this pussy!

Bagels, Bruises, and Broken Thongs

Peter Parker is hella rough in bed and its so fucking delicious to read. The way its written would put any porn video to shame! Has a wonderful fluffy ending

We Can F**k

Jimin is a cocky hoe who fucks you for two days straight! I love this Libran devil

The Widow

Mob!Bucky? Say no more!

Bankrupt

There are no words to describe what this fic did to me. Steve and Bucky are in the mafia and they’re coming to collect your pussy. That is all

Even Sad Birds Sing

When will Steve Rogers kidnap me? Asking for a friend. Wonderfully written! I’m so used to Steve just taking what he wants by brute force, but in this fic? Mans said aint nobody got time for that and just drugged a hoe

Tastes Like Strawberries

I STG HARRIES ALWAYS BRING IT OK? LITERALLY EVERY HARRY WRITER SHOULD BE CHARGING FOR THEIR SHIT ITS ALWAYS THAT GOOD! The way everything is set up in this fic is just magnificent! Harry’s conflict is so sexy

The Internship

When I say this fic was on my mind for weeks? I mean that. I both love and hate Steve in this fic its absolutely crazy! There’s also a twist ending, that tbh, I did not see coming

Let it Snow

I LOVE THIS FIC SO FUCKING MUCH! Omega!reader trapped with Alpha!Steve? Gee, I wonder what could happen? FUCKING! THATS WHAT HAPPENS

Midnight Cathedral

Loki is a demon. That alone should get your loins burning

Kiss of Death

Loki is so sneaky and horrible omg! But yes, pin me down and fuck me Mr. powerful man

Irreconcilable

Steve is a grade A asshole and I absolutely love it!

Wrapped in Red

One of my favorite Peter fics! There’s some dark!Bucky involved and the smut is just amazing

His Arms Are All Around Me and His Tongue in My Eyes

Easily the best dark!Peter fic I have ever read. The writing is phenomenal and even with how long it is, I still wanted more

What’s Your Escape

A wonderful Sherlock fic that is without a doubt my favorite! The game, the anticipation, the characterization of Sherlock! Everything is splendid!

Naïveté

This is a deliciously dark Ransom fic. Love the way it’s weaved into canon and the way Ransom makes sure he has reader right where he wants her

Golden Boy

One of the best dark pieces I’ve ever read. The characterization is so on point for Steve that this is something I could actually see happening. The internal conflict and his growing ire is just *chef’s kiss*

Bartered

A deliciously dark Steve fic that features some wonderful smut

The Devil’s Tongue

A wonderfully dark Sherlock fic that I literally couldn’t stop thinking about for days

Above The Law

I think about this Lee Bodecker fic at least once a week

Heaven Can Wait

This fic is beautiful! The development between the reader and Steve is everything

Dishonorable Discharge

This fic is everything. Its so well written and is now one of my favorites. Sinfully dark

Night Drive

This left me shook! A masterpiece of a Henry fic that had me on the edge of my seat

For The World

A wonderfully dark fic inspired by the handmaid’s tale that made me terrified of every man in it

More Than A Hobby

This dark!Peter drabble feels like a full blown fic. He’s perfectly creepy and the smut is amazing

School Days

Steve is so creepy in this and his behavior is all too real and reminiscent of weird men irl. You can pinpoint the moment he’s decided that the reader is his

See you in the depths, That ain't a metaphor

The best Arvin fic I’ve read. The characterization, his infatuation with the reader, the way the other shoe drops. Perfection!

Lost In Translation

This is a sinfully dark Steve fic that will fuck with your head, and the added presence of Zemo only makes it better

Lay me in the tall-grown grass in a shallow grave

An amazing stucky fic with some of the best smut ever. So sweet it’ll give you a toothache

A Pound of Flesh

Easily one of the best dark Peter fics! Such a fresh take on an ancient Greek myth that will blow your mind

Dark Angel

Truly captures dark Paul in all of his glory. A wonderful Paul fic to step into the fandom with

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xjoonchildx · 4 years ago

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guarded | jhs x reader | chapter two: i’m screwed

summary: you’ve tried to separate yourself from your infamous crime family, but a new case has your carefully-constructed world crashing down around you. now you have to figure out how to heal old wounds and handle the new man who enters your orbit.

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: mafia AU, E2L, slow burn, tsundere, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 3.1K

A/N: you guys are? the? best? i’m so thrilled that you guys like the story and i hope you like this chapter, too. i’d like to thank my emotional support llamas @ladyartemesia and @taetaewonderland for being the amazing people they are and beta reading for me, too. they really are the best.

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | EPILOGUE

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“What’s with the muscle?”

Donghyuk looks over his menu, eyes narrowed on the man just behind you. You sip your wine as you decide on how you want to answer that.

Jung Hoseok is seated at a table for one, barely three feet away. If you thought spending the last four days with him under one roof had been the most awkward stretch of your entire life, then you were dead wrong.

Tonight is infinitely more awkward.

“Personal security,” you say casually, picking up your menu to peruse the entrees for effect.

Donghyuk’s answering huff of agitation is loud -- probably loud enough for Hoseok to hear and your skin prickles with embarrassment.

“You need security to have dinner with me now?”

“Don’t be silly,” you say under your breath, hoping Donghyuk will take the hint and lower his voice. “I’m getting some heat on the Kwon and Lim case, so it’s just a precaution. Nothing to worry about.”

“Right,” he deadpans, one skeptical eyebrow raised. “I see you every day at work. How is this the first I’m hearing about this?”

“Must have slipped my mind,” you say with nonchalance, looking back to your menu.

You should be deciding on something to eat but your mind is wandering. You wonder if Hoseok has ever been to this restaurant before. You wonder if he purposely picked a table where he could see you but you couldn’t see him. You wonder what he plans to order.

You wonder --

“Well, you’re sending him home for the night, right?”

Your wine glass thumps against the linen tablecloth when you set it down with more force that you’d intended. A flush creeps up your neck.

How much of this conversation can Hoseok hear from his vantage point? The thought makes the tips of your ears warm as you fix your dinner date and occasional hookup partner with a warning glare. Smart as Donghyuk is -- with the law degree to prove it -- he can be downright thick sometimes.

‘No,” you say quietly.

He narrows his eyes.

“No, you don’t want to? Or no, you can’t?”

You blow out one long, irritated breath.

“‘Hyuk, I’m about two seconds from walking out of here,” you hiss. “Can we just drop this?”

He stops just short of frowning, eyes sliding back over your shoulder to Hoseok.

“And for the love of God, quit staring at him.”

Donghyuk slams his menu shut.

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Jung Hoseok is like a ghost in your home.

He moves with a practiced stealth that makes it hard for you to keep track of what room he’s in at any given time. He’s awake when you wake and still awake when you head to your room at night.

You have no idea when the man sleeps or when he eats.

Conversations -- if you can call them that -- are stilted and awkward. Short discussions limited to working out the logistics of your day. You tell him where you need to be and when and he makes it happen.

Apart from that, there is silence -- thick and suffocating and constant.

In fact, Hoseok is so silent inside your home that when you’ve retreated to your opposite corners of the apartment you could almost pretend that things are normal. You could almost pretend that you don’t have a complete stranger living in your home.

But then you catch a scent.

It’s the smell of coffee that greets you when you wake every morning to a freshly-brewed pot.

It’s the clean, masculine smell that wafts under his bedroom door, carried on humid air after he’s showered.

And sometimes it’s the scent of gun oil that creeps into your room at night when he’s cleaning his pistol, bringing back memories you’d thought were long lost. Memories you’d hoped were long lost.

That’s the scent that always brings you back to your senses -- the one that reminds you that the man under your roof isn’t just any houseguest.

He might not look like the battered thugs who worked for your father all those years, but underneath the designer suits and composed exterior is a man cut from the very same cloth.

And you’d better not forget it.

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The sunlight beating down on the window to your office this morning is deceptive.

Behind the protection of the thick glass, it’s powerful enough to make you feel uncomfortably warm in your lightweight sweater -- but outside it’s bitter cold.

Hoseok is parked just across the street from your building, like he has been every day this week. You can’t help but notice there isn’t any steam coming out of the exhaust of the sleek black sedan and you wonder if he’s warm enough in there.

“You busy?”

Hyejin interrupts your thoughts with a knock at your office door.

“Not at all,” you sigh, turning to smile at her before taking a seat at your desk. “I should be busy, I just seem to keep finding ways to put things off.”

“Tell me about it,” she laughs. “Listen, I was looking for the photos we got from the Daerim warehouse. I can’t find them in the file and thought maybe you pulled them for something.”

“No, I haven’t pulled them,” you say, lips pursing into a frown as your hands skate over the papers on your desk. You flip the corners of the folders up, checking to see if the photos are hidden underneath. “They’ve got to be here somewhere. Maybe Hajoon took them?”

Hyejin nods. “Yeah, maybe. I’ll check with him. You alright this morning?”

Tense laughter bubbles up your chest.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just have a lot going on, is all. Let me know when you find those photos, okay?”

“Will do,” Hyejin promises before leaving you alone to your work and your thoughts.

Hyejin is probably the closest thing you have to a friend — but there’s no way you’d tell even her that your brother thinks someone is trying to kill you and you’re living with an armed guard.

That’s not a conversation you can have with anyone.

You grab a drink, straighten up your papers and get to work.

The raid at the Daerim warehouse turned up enough guns to arm the entire city. Police spent hours unpacking weapons from giant crates, hidden inside huge sacks of coffee beans and offloaded from a ship that docked from Colombia. The coffee was pretty decent, actually.

As for the guns -- you knew the Ssijog leadership was furious about the confiscation. In all, investigators estimated they took about 7 billion won worth of firearms out of that warehouse that day. That’s the kind of financial hit that could level any criminal organization, including your brother’s.

What you can’t seem to understand is why the Ssijog seem more worried about the men taken away at that raid than the guns.

You take a close look at the side-by-side booking photos of Kwon Jiho and Lim Joowon.

These are the kind of men who look like the muscle your father kept around. Heavily-tattooed, thick-necked and ears cauliflowered from one too many fights. Their criminal records read like street gangster templates, page after page of petty crimes starting in their youth graduating to more violent crimes in recent years.

Men like these are a dime a dozen in this line of work. So what makes these two so special that the Ssijog are this desperate to get them back?

You pull a post-it note out of your drawer and grab a sharpie. In big block letters you write the question you have to answer before this situation really spirals out of control.

WHAT DO THEY KNOW?

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Car rides are the only time you let yourself get a good look at Jung Hoseok.

When he’s driving, his eyes never leave the road, never stray in your direction -- and you refuse to make him feel like some kind of glorified chauffeur by riding in the backseat. So you use the silent drives as an opportunity to steal glances at him from the passenger seat like a shy kid.

Hoseok has strangely elegant hands for a man with a career in crime, you think. Long fingers free of scratches and calluses; prominent veins that move when his hand works over the gear shift. And then there is his face -- his chiseled jawline and sharp nose and bow-shaped mouth.

He’s handsome, of course, and you -- a woman with a pulse and perfectly-functioning eyesight -- would be lying if you tried to deny it.

Tonight you are so distracted with looking at Hoseok’s face that you miss the fact that he’s skipped the turn he normally takes to get back to your apartment. It isn’t until you are well into the heart of downtown that you snap out of your stupor and take a look outside.

“Where are we going?”

“Your brother wants to see you.”

Your scowl is wasted on the man because he doesn’t bother to look your way.

“So is this how things work now? You and my brother decide where I go and when and I’m the last to know?”

Hoseok is unmoved by your obvious irritation.

“Just following orders,” he counters evenly. “You’ll need to take up any concerns you have about your schedule with Namjoon.”

“I’ll do that,” you murmur, turning to glare out the window.

A short while later you’re walking into your brother’s office, Hoseok trailing closely behind. Namjoon signals for him to leave the two of you alone to speak privately. You round on him as soon as the door latches behind Hoseok.

“If you want me here,” you say tightly, “Then tell me. Directly. I don’t like finding out I have plans second-hand from my babysitter.”

The corners of Namjoon’s mouth lift into a wry smile. “Good to see you too?”

You roll your eyes but you can’t help but smile back. Your brother seems at ease tonight, lighter somehow. It’s a good look on him.

“I want to know how things are going,” he says, leaning back into his chair. “How are you finding Jung Hoseok?”

Let’s see. Frigid? Intense? Unapproachable?

“He’s...quiet,” you say after a long moment. “And maybe unnecessary at this point. I haven’t had any more trouble since that letter.”

“I assure you, he’s still very necessary,” Namjoon returns quickly. “We’ve still got a lot to work out as far as this situation goes. My guys on the street say the Ssijog are in planning mode. I don’t want any of them catching us unaware with some kind of nasty surprise.”

You sigh. “So no end in sight.”

“Not right now. Just bear with this a bit longer, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agree quietly, reaching into your pocket to retrieve your buzzing phone.

Your mouth pulls into a tight line when you read the waiting message.

hyejin: can’t find the pictures. hajoon doesn’t have [ 6:15 PM ]

you: ? i have backup on my laptop [ 6:17 PM ]

hyejin: okay need to make sure we have those tonight? [ 6:18 PM ]

you: yeah, i’ll call you from my place when i get them [ 6:18 PM ]

“Everything alright?” Namjoon asks when you rub your fingers against your temples.

“Yeah, just work stuff,” you sigh, a low-level anxiety simmering in your stomach. “I actually have to go, unless there’s something else you needed?”

“No, just—“ your brother looks like there’s something he wants to say, but decides against it. “— just be careful, okay?”

You nod and send him a small smile.

“I’ll try.”

You’re almost to the door when you hear him call out to you again.

“And Amsaja -- with Hoseok. Try being nice.”

He nearly laughs at the disgusted look you shoot back.

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HOSEOK

Hoseok’s got a pretty good idea of what a prosecutor makes in this town, and it’s damned sure not enough to pay for your lifestyle.

Your spacious apartment in one of the best buildings in town, your expensive furnishings, your fancy car and your designer clothes. Hoseok has done the math in his head and that shit does not add up.

You’re a hypocrite, he decides -- too good to associate yourself with the trash that brings money in for the Gajog, but apparently not too good to spend it. Living comfortably on the backs of men you wouldn’t acknowledge in the streets.

Men like him.

Hoseok wishes that didn’t get under his skin the way it does.

He wishes he didn’t feel resentment simmering under the surface every time he sees you, every time he even thinks of you. You keep to yourself and you don’t make demands and you haven’t really given him a reason to dislike you, but he desperately wants to.

He needs to.

He wishes he truly didn’t give a shit about the idiot you had dinner with the other day. The one straight off the assembly line of some prep school in the Seocho District. The one with the loud mouth and the loafers and the country-club grin. He wonders what you see in that guy, when all he can see is how punchable his face looks.

That’s why Hoseok doesn’t give too much weight to the furtive looks he can see you stealing in his peripheral vision. He doesn’t put too much stock in the way your cheeks color when he looks at you sometimes. He has to remind himself that underneath the polite distance and pretty packaging, you’re just desperate to be done with this entire situation. You’re desperate to distance yourself from him and people like him.

When he finds himself staring at you when you’re not looking, Hoseok forces himself to remember that men like him don’t warm your bed, they pay your bills.

And he’d better not forget it.

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Hoseok can read the agitation in your body language loud and clear the second you slide back into the car.

He can see the way you keep scrolling through your phone, firing off texts and emails from the passenger seat. Tonight, you stare out of the window instead of pretending not to stare at him and he wonders what happened behind closed doors with your brother.

He almost lets it go because it’s none of his business. But he’s curious.

“Are you...upset about something?”

You seem to startle when he asks the simple question.

“Uh, yeah. Sort of,” you admit quietly, eyes falling back to your phone. “Work stuff. I have to find something when we get home.”

Hoseok nods, eyes glued to the road. “We’ll be there soon.”

“Thanks,” you say, turning to look out the window again.

Minutes later, you’re both walking into the apartment. Hoseok turns to secure the deadbolt lock and when he turns back, you’re gone. He hears the room to your bedroom click closed.

He briefly entertains the idea of asking you if you need help, but resists.

Instead he sweeps the open rooms of the apartment like he does every night before heading into his room and closing the door.

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The knock that comes almost two hours later is just short of aggressive. Hoseok jumps up off the bed, ready in the case of trouble.

He does not miss the way your eyes go a bit wide when he opens the door, dressed in a thin tank and sweatpants.

“You need something?” he asks when you don’t say anything right away.

“Uh yeah, sorry,” you say with a shake of your head. “I’ve just never seen you in anything but a suit. For a second I wasn’t sure you were the same man.”

“You think I sleep in a suit?”

“Well I wouldn’t put it past you,” you say hotly. “But that’s not the point. I need you to take me to the office. Please.”

Hoseok glances at his watch.

“Now?”

“Yes,” you sigh. “I know it’s late and I’m sorry. This is super important.”

“Alright, hang on,” Hoseok says, turning to grab his holster from the dresser. He slips into it and notices your gaze lingering on the pistol he fits onto his side. You clear your throat and look down at the floor while he slips a sweatshirt overhead.

“It’s just a precaution, okay?”

Hoseok doesn’t know why he’s bothering to reassure you. You know that he’s armed all the time, you grew up in this life. None of this should surprise you.

You say nothing.

It takes only ten minutes to get across town to your office, in the dead of night and in the absence of traffic. You look almost as irritated as you are surprised when Hoseok climbs out of the car to escort you inside.

“You’re coming in?”

“Yes,” Hoseok fires back, keeping pace just behind you. “It’s well after hours. No one will see us together, since that’s what you’re so worried about.”

You stop for a moment, turning to face him and mouth opening like you want to deny it. But you don’t.

“Fine,” you say under your breath. “Please avoid looking at the cameras.”

“I know how to do my job,” Hoseok manages between gritted teeth.

“I never said you didn’t,” you hiss back.

The two of you stand just outside the entrance to the building, trading glares.

The tension feels like a step backward somehow.

One strained elevator ride later, Hoseok trails you into your office. You flip the lights and immediately get to work going through file cabinets. Hoseok takes a look around.

It’s not a huge space, but the large windows looking out onto the street make it look a little bigger. Piles of file folders and papers are sorted into neat columns on your desk. A desk, Hoseok notes -- completely devoid of personal effects. No pictures, no mementos. He doesn’t know why that bothers him so much.

“Shit.”

It’s the first word either one of you has spoken in five minutes.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

Hoseok turns to find you on your knees at the base of a filing cabinet, a pile of flash drives scattered across the floor.

“What is it?” he asks, crouching down beside you.

“Oh my God,” you whisper, covering your face with your hands.

Hoseok picks up a flash drive, turns it to the side to read the small label. It’s dated three years back, with the name “Cheon” written on the side.

“All of my digital evidence is gone. All of it,” you whisper, voice wobbling with emotion. “I was searching the cloud at home and thought there was some kind of mistake. There’s no way this is a mistake. There’s no way my cloud and flash backups disappeared by chance.”

You’re right, of course, but Hoseok doesn’t voice that out loud. You look stricken already without him pouring salt in that wound.

“What about these?” he asks, handing you the flash drive.

“Old cases,” you say, shoving a hand through your hair. “They didn’t bother to pull my old cases. Whoever took them knew exactly what they were looking for.”

Hoseok almost forgets himself for a moment.

He nearly forgets who you are and who he is and what this is. He stops himself just short of reaching out to put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You turn tired eyes up to meet his.

“I’m screwed.”

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tag list!

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#hoseok smut #hoseok x reader #bts mafia #bts tsundere #hoseok mafia au #bangtanarmynet #btswriterscollective #ksmutclub #ficswithluv #btscreatorscorner #networkbangtan

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slayergroupie0128 · 4 years ago

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K-pop Mafia Au Fic Recs

These are my favorites and I hope everyone will love them as much as I do. 💋💋

https://kpurereactions.tumblr.com/post/167037261699/she-boss-part-1

https://xjoonchildx.tumblr.com/post/625847201205239808/guilty-knj-x-reader-chapter-two-incheon-mall

https://justanotherbtsbitch.tumblr.com/post/183325409131/save-me-2

https://smileyoongle.tumblr.com/post/186580639633/deception-a-kim-namjoon-mafia-au

https://kpopfanfictrash.tumblr.com/post/189026491961/heathens

https://missfluffywriter.tumblr.com/post/622689192995127296/purple-irises-i-mafia-park-jimin-x-reader

https://cait-with-luv.tumblr.com/post/190596518770/jjk-soul-ink-chapter-12

https://xiumin-on-this-shit.tumblr.com/post/158294150501/i-am-an-alpha-ch-7-yixing

https://marshmallow-phd.tumblr.com/post/181878086600/sins-of-the-father

https://kpurereactions.tumblr.com/post/164262819904/im-yours-part-4

https://baekwell--tart.tumblr.com/post/181654186996/trauma-mini-masterlist-this-gif-was-made

https://marshmallow-phd.tumblr.com/post/184932714690/secret-in-his-eyes-mini-masterlist

https://wowiejimin.tumblr.com/post/169255735047/wowiejimin-safe-chapter-list

https://velvetsehun.tumblr.com/post/186164582306/born-to-die-osh-masterlist

https://dreaminghaos.tumblr.com/post/172627821183/gods-monsters-part-i-sehun

https://blogleands.tumblr.com/post/623935621514313728/the-mafias-queen-m-02

https://taegdcl1018.tumblr.com/post/159245388413/3-billion-dollars-part-6-g-dragon-mafiaau

https://softykooky.tumblr.com/post/621500396923502592/sanctuary-mpost

https://oh-so-scenarios.tumblr.com/post/188197943882/%E1%B4%9B%CA%9C%E1%B4%87-s%E1%B4%87%CA%80%E1%B4%87%C9%B4%E1%B4%85%C9%AA%E1%B4%98%C9%AA%E1%B4%9B%CA%8F-%E1%B4%8F%D2%93-%E1%B4%9B%CA%9C%C9%AA%C9%B4%C9%A2s-05

https://violet-epiphany.tumblr.com/post/623682420426915840/put-a-pepperoni-on-my

https://xjoonchildx.tumblr.com/post/623492889884950529/guarded-jhs-x-reader-epilogue

https://taetaewonderland.tumblr.com/post/612347715955867648/the-bird-cage

https://severetimetravelnerd.tumblr.com/post/624833826579939328/hatred-and-love-ft-g-dragon-mafia-au

https://marshmallow-phd.tumblr.com/post/181498241920/the-beauty-and-the-tragedy-mini-masterlist

https://minniepetals.tumblr.com/post/188348663207/when-the-rain-gets-rough

https://crazy4myself.tumblr.com/post/623634884707106816/no-harm-list-masterlist

https://biaswreckingfics.tumblr.com/post/614785617051648000/no-limits-masterlist

https://yoongiandchiminie.tumblr.com/post/163261649850/addicted-mafia-soulmate-au-part-1

https://sugadaddy-min.tumblr.com/post/179209114115/blood-sweat-tears

https://kpopisthereasonihavenolife.tumblr.com/post/179044225922/retracted-claws-01

#kpop mafia #kpop au #bts mafia au #exo mafia au #got7 mafia au

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an-ambivalent · 5 years ago

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BTS Masterpost

A/N: This contains yandere work. Therefore, it deals with uncomfortable behaviours and topics that can be uncomfortable or triggering to read. Read at your own risk. I do not condone this behaviour, nor do I believe any of the mentioned members would display this type of behaviour in real life.

Drabbles / One-shots

JUNGKOOK

A Slave’s Loyalty [Yandere! Peasant! Jungkook]

Deceit [Yandere! Jungkook]

Defiance Gone Wrong [Yandere! Jungkook]

Bad boy & his bad toy [Yandere! Jungkook]

TAEHYUNG

Precious [Yandere! Kim Taehyung]

Deceptive Dishonesty [Yandere! Kim Taehyung]

Desires Of A Desperado [Yandere! Kim Taehyung]

Xanadu of Strokes [Yandere! Artist! Taehyung]

Desperate Love [Yandere! Taehyung]

Dance of the Marionette [Yandere! Puppeteer! Taehyung]

JIMIN

Best For You [Yandere! Jimin]

Mine [Yandere! Jimin]

Protective [Yandere! Jimin]

NAMJOON

Relentless [Yandere! Namjoon]

Bleeding Heart [Yandere! Prince! Namjoon]

HOSEOK

Thirst At First Thought [Jung Hoseok]

23 and 25 w/ [Yandere! Hoseok]

YOONGI

nothing yet

SEOKJIN

Dresses & Despair [Yandere! Jin]

On The Edge [Yandere! Jin]

Yandere! Merman Jin

Headcanons / Imagines / Scenarios:

BTS as fanfiction authors

BTS as what type of yanderes they would be

Yandere! BTS Artificial Intelligence AU

Yandere! BTS Fairytale AU

Yandere! BTS Flowers AU

Yandere! BTS Mafia AU

Yandere! BTS Serial Killer AU

Yandere! BTS Furniture AU

Yandere! BTS Fastfood AU

Soft! Yandere! BTS Hyung Line [Soulmate AU]

Soft! Yandere! BTS Makane Line [Soulmate AU]

Yandere! Hyung line [Organelles Of Cells AU]

Yandere! Hyung line [Hormones AU]

Yandere! Hyung line when you dedicate the song Friends to them

Yandere! Hyung line when they find out about you were emotionally abused

Yandere! Rap Line as antidepressants

Yandere! Makane line [Washroom AU]

Yandere! Playboy! Makane like

Yandere! Makane Line as parts of the limbic system

Yandere! Jin, Yoongi, RM & Jungkook when you want to leave them

Yandere! Jin, Jimin and Jungkook when your female friend likes you

Yandere! Yoongi and RM to another member touching you

Yandere! Yoongi and RM when another member finds out that they mistreat their s/o

Yandere! Hoseok and Taehyung with a unpopular s/o and secretly holding hands in class

Yandere! Jimin and Taehyung punishing their s/o when their s/o misbehaves

Yandere! Jimin & Taehyung with a suicidal s/o

Yandere! Makane line being obsessed w/ one person

Yandere! Jungkook being obsessed with Taehyung & reader

Yandere! King! V & Jungkook when their s/o tries to poison them

Yandere! Mafia V & Jungkook when someone harassed their s/o

#yandere bts #yandere x reader #yandere kpop #yandere jungkook #yandere taehyung #yandere jimin #yandere namjoon #yandere hoseok #yandere yoongi #yandere seokjin #ambivalent writes

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bangtangcorner · 4 years ago

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Schedule for upcoming fics

1.Deception - Park Jimin Mafia AU

First chapter coming on 10th July

2.Sexstasy - Yandere!Jungkook AU

Imagine coming on 14th July

3. Blueberry Muffins - Idol!Kim Namjoon

Imagine coming on 11th July

The link of the masterlist can be found in my bio :)

#bts x reader #bts imagines #bts fanfction #park jimin #park jimin imagine #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #kim namjoon #kim namjoon x reader #bts smut

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bts-ficrecs · 5 years ago

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Hello!! I've been into gang aus recently but I'm having trouble finding good ones :( can you recommend any? Preferably fluffy 🥺

…you.. you want fluffy gang aus???? 😂😂 well you’ve certainly given me a task i’ll give you that loolll. to be completely honest i haven’t read very many mafia aus because it’s sooo drama ridden and i can only take so much A N G S T before i break down ok?😭😭😭

anyway i’ve only read a handful of gang/mafia aus so i went in search of some more to rec and trust me i tried to find predominately fluffy gang aus but you can’t have gang aus without pain and scars and tears. you just can’t. but i did my best to find stories that at least have fluff present throughout the story 😂 there are some that don’t have an ounce of fluff but i’m going to recommend anyway because i can’t just not share it.

KEY: ⍟ = series

Have read:

Always by @kpopisthereasonihavenolife

Yoongi | fluff

Amor Vincit Omnia by @sunshyngal ⍟

Yoongi | smut, angst, fluff

Call and Fold by @kpopisthereasonihavenolife

Jimin | fluff

Cuddling in a blanket fort by @an-exotic-writer

Hoseok | fluff

Don’t Care If It Hurts by @hollyhomburg ⍟

Jimin | fluff, smut, angst

Drug Wars by @plumblackjeon ⍟

Jungkook | smut, angst

Fake Friend by @chimtaesty

OT7

Fast Hands by @today-we-will-survive

Seokjin | action

gang!hoseok drabbles by @an-exotic-writer

drabble 1 | fluff, lowkey naughty

drabble 2 | highkey naughty

drabble 3 | fluff

gangster!jimin by @an-exotic-writer

Jimin | fluff

gang!yoongi drabbles by @an-exotic-writer

drabble 1 | fluff

drabble 2 | fluff

drabble 3 | fluff

Mafia Masterlist by @neonlights92 ⍟

Taehyung/Yoongi/Seokjin/Hoseok | angst, fluff, smut

Maybe I’m a little Dangerous (Maybe Love is Too) by @hollyhomburg

Yoongi | angst, fluff

Monster by @neonlights92 ⍟

Taehyung | smut, angst, fluff

My Beauty My Blood by @7cypher

Jungkook | fluff smut angst

Noted by @an-exotic-writer

Hoseok | fluff, lowkey naughty

Progression by @goldenscript

Jungkook | fluff

Savior by @an-exotic-writer

Yoongi | action

Sequel: Research

Taking A Bath Together by @an-exotic-writer

Hoseok | angsty fluff

Have not read yet:

Angel in the Darkness by @icyhobi ⍟

Jungkook | smut, angst

Bad Guy by @sweetbunnykook ⍟

Seokjin | angst

Blood Princess by @mintchockookie

Namjoon | angst ⍟

Bullets, Blood, Love by @an-exotic-writer

Hoseok | fluff, angst

Change of Heart by @drowsymochi

Jungkook | fluff, angst

Cold by @noirnorineko

Namjoon | fluff, angst

Contradict by @drowsymochi ⍟

Jungkook | angst

Dead Heat by @kimshavacado ⍟

Yoongi | fluff, angst

Don’t Quit Loving Me by @outskziders ⍟

Namjoon | fluff smut angst

Emergency by @drowsymochi

Jungkook | fluff, angst

gangster ceo!jungkook by @jungnoir

Jungkook | fluff, angst

Heartbeat by @joonbird ⍟

Hoseok | angst, smut

Heptagon by @bluesxde ⍟

Taehyung | angst, smut

Hidden Truths by @drowsymochi

Jimin | angst, fluff

In the Darkness by @hollyhomburg

Namjoon | fluff, angst

Knife’s Edge by @readyplayerhobi ⍟

Jungkook | smut, angst, fluff

Limerence by @jiminscenarios ⍟

Jimin | angst, fluff

Long Time Coming by @an-exotic-writer ⍟

Yoongi | smut, angst, fluff

Minor Altercation by @drowsymochi ⍟

Namjoon | angst

New Recruit by @seakay05

Namjoon | angst

Noir by @melikeylikeyjimin

Jungkook | fluff, angst

Once A Killer by @bangtanstanst ⍟

OT7 | angst

Protection by @gukspoc

Jungkook/Taehyung | fluff, smut, angst

Rivalry by @aralty ⍟

Yoongi | smut angst

Safe With Me by @curlyhairedhoseok ⍟

Seokjin | angst

Sanctuary by @softlyjiminie ⍟

Jimin | fluff, smut, angst

Secrets of the Seoul by @pbandjk ⍟

Jungkook | angst

Silver Chains by @btsbiaswreckedwriting ⍟

Yoongi | fluff,angst

Snake Eyes by @bangtan-insfired ⍟

Jimin | angst

String of Fate by @minniepetals ⍟

OT7 | fluff, angst

Sweet Deception by @drowsymochi ⍟

Yoongi | angst

Teacher Teacher by @callmebcby ⍟

Yoongi | fluff

The Little Smeraldo by @bts-imajins ⍟

OT7 | angst, fluff

Undercover by @magic-lina ⍟

Yoongi | fluff angst

Under Fire by @lemonjoonah ⍟

OT7 | fluff smut angst

Untitled by @kdramascenarios

Taehyung | fluff

Virago by @ausblack ⍟

Jungkook | fluff smut angst

You’ll Never Walk Alone by @jungk0oksthighs ⍟

OT7 | angst

#g replies #g recs #anon

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smileyoongle · 3 years ago

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CBH, Deception or Masterpiece?

Hey guys! So I'm just here to ask you guys to help me decide which series I should be focusing on for now. I've come to the realisation that handling three series at a time is a little difficult and it also prevents me from using my goddamn brain with the plots. I just wanna give you guys the best plots possible 🥺

So, if it's not too much, could you just go and vote on this link? Pretty please?🥺

Okay, thank you! Ily!❤️🌟✨

#come back home fanfic #masterpiece yandere jimin au #deception mafia Namjoon au #pls vote #my brain is buffering since i can't decide #bts series #smileyoongle

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sevenincubistolemyheart · 6 years ago

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Black Ties, White Lies

Au: Mafia

Tag list: @xsunnyhoseokx @wilhelminalucinda

Rating: M overall, T for this chapter

Potential Triggers: Slight violence and brief mentions of torture in this chapter but there will be many more warnings added throughout this series. Check the masterlist as I update for all the triggers in the series up to that point.

Pairing: BTS x Reader/OT7 x reader

Genre: Drama, Crime, Angst, Fluff, Hurt & Comfort

Length: 4k+

Summary: When your mother, a Registered Nurse at the nearby hospital passes suddenly from unexplained circumstances, you're thrown into a life you never expected to have to deal with tending to her 7 long-term patients. Of course, they're also apart of one of the most notorious mafia families in the underground, so there's that. 2 hate you, 3 are kind to you and 2 you can't figure out if your life depended on it. All of these boys change the way you once perceived the world, in one way or another, but can you do the same for them?

“Intimidation hits a lot harder through indifference.”

That was always Yoongi’s personal mantra. As lead interrogator in addition to right-hand man to Namjoon, it was words he lived by. He honestly didn't even use much intense physical torture, unlike Taehyung, who seemed to always find a reason to hurt his clients before bringing them to him. He'd never been a fan of such gory methods. Besides, he'd always found that people's minds were so much easier to break. It was almost laughable to him how easy he could make someone spill their guts with simple mental manipulation.

He specialized in it, and a small, sadistic part of him even relished in it.

For tough targets, he'd occasionally call Jin to help, when he wasn't busy gathering information. He found himself surprised at how ruthless the typically joyful man was. Perhaps what made them pair so well was their opposing personalities in the interrogation room. Yoongi was all cool, cocky indifference, whereas Jin was happy, amicable and deceptively light as he tortured. They'd often ask their interrogee who got to them the most toward the end of the session (for the ones coherent enough to speak anyway) and so far Jin was in the lead by two.

When he walked into the interrogation room, he always liked to go in not knowing too much about his quarry. Taehyung was the same, but their reasons were very different. While Taehyung liked to draw all manner of information from his victim's lips before even bringing them to Yoongi to properly interrogate just to fuck with them, Yoongi liked to keep things professional. Truth be told, he didn't really like his job. He excelled at it, sure, but unless the person he was torturing slighted him personally, he didn't really enjoy it.

He couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips at the mental image of the grown man who'd broken Jungkook's nose in his attempted struggle, crying hysterically and begging him for mercy, not 2 hours later.

Ok, so maybe he enjoyed his job a little.

This time, his prey was a girl and was to be a long time interrogee, meaning his personal brand of interrogation would be a lot more gradual and you wouldn't be on his table. Namjoon had said he wanted you completely broken and built back up again. You’d been kidnapped to replace your mother as the medic, as your Mother had been killed during a surprise raid by a rival mafia a week ago, and had reluctantly agreed, though he didn't yet know your reasoning for doing so.

Thankfully, your Mother had the foresight to teach you the basics of what you’d need to know beforehand, and therefore made you useful to the gang should anything happen to her, rather than a simple liability to be killed off. A bitter smirk graced his lips at the realization. Smart woman.

Even after you agreed though, Namjoon wasn't satisfied. You clearly were not meant for the underworld in any capacity. You were weak, with no physical training oncesoever, and your psyche was basically an egg with how easy you could crack, especially with you still grieving the loss of your mother. Upon glancing at you for a moment when you first entered the residence, Yoongi figured Namjoon would come to him, and come he did, not a day after you first joined their ranks. He emphasized that above all else, he wanted you strong and Yoongi couldn’t help but wonder what his reasons for doing so were, but kept his curiosity to himself.

The days passed with nary a sight of you, and he figured Namjoon was letting Hoseok teach you the ropes and getting you acquainted with your new life as the family’s medic, starting with adjusting to the new setting. Hoseok was their drug specialist, so he knew quite a bit about medicine and therefore was deemed the best to help you learn what you needed to. At the week mark, Namjoon told Yoongi you’d be staying with him from now on, and that you’d be formally introduced to him and the others that night.

As nightfall approached, Namjoon called a meeting in the hang out room located in the basement and Yoongi watched casually as the others spread out to their typical places as he himself, lounged on the couch.

Jungkook immediately was at the dartboard to get out some of his pent-up aggression, while Namjoon and Taehyung started up a game of pool. Jin opted to linger by the pool table to observe their game and also keep an eye on Jungkook every now and then in case he hurt himself with a too angry throw. Jimin all but threw himself on the couch and Yoongi had to stifle a chuckle at the irritated glower he sent Namjoon's way. Poor guy looked ready to pass out. “Wake me when she's here hyung.” He muttered and Yoongi’s nod was the last thing the tired man saw before he was out like a light.

All movement stopped as the door opened and Hoseok led you down the stairs. You were clearly quite on edge, even with Hoseok beside you as the boys all eyed you. Namjoon strode forward, ever the confident leader and smiled, though his eyes were cool. “Welcome. It’s good to see you again Y/N, and I’m glad you’re finally able to meet the others. Introduce yourself.” You picked up on the demanding undercurrent within his voice and nodded, noticing Hoseok slipped away to go join Jungkook out of the corner of your eye.

You followed Namjoon’s order like instructed and bowed respectively before returning to standing, smiling shakily. “Hello. I’m Y/N. I’m going to be your new nurse so if you have any injuries that need tending to, please be sure to come to the Infirmary.” You almost flinched at the sudden sarcastic scoff that fell from Jungkook’s lips. “Obviously. Where else would we go?” Yoongi watched as your eyes lowered in shame at your mistake momentarily before you forced a laugh. “Right, of course. Sorry, that was dumb of me…”

To break the tense silence that had fallen, he rose from the couch after giving Jimin a light kick to get him to wake up and walked over to you, typical emotionless expression firmly in place. “Hey, I’m Yoongi.” He introduced simply, nodding at you. “I’m lead interrogator around here. Namjoon said you’d be staying with me from now on.” You seemed a bit wary at the news but smiled and nodded nonetheless. “Ah alright. Sorry if it’s inconvenient for you, I’ll be sure to stay out of your way.” He shook his head, a small smirk twitching at his lips as he leaned forward to whisper to you. “Word of the wise...stop apologizing. We don’t do that here.” You stiffened, but nodded quickly, taking his advice to heart as the next member approached you and Yoongi returned to his position on the couch, simply observing from afar as the other members of their group introduced themselves to you.

The unconventionally attractive male bowed quickly and smiled charmingly at you, making your heart leap despite yourself. “Hey there. The name’s Jin, I hack whoever needs hacking and also work with information. Listen, you shouldn’t worry too much about us harming you. As long as you stay loyal, there won’t be any need for intense violence or intimidation. I wasn’t too surprised to find you really didn’t know anything about us, since I’ve been keeping tabs on you since you were a kid, but just try not to worry too much, alright? None of us are…” He hesitated and finally decided on. “Monsters, like many seem to believe.” He left fairly quickly after that, intent on kicking Namjoon’s ass at pool and you had to admit you felt a bit more at ease after his reassurance.

You looked over in surprise as the guy laid out next to Yoongi on the couch suddenly groaned loudly, and waved you over. “Y/N, right? Be a doll and come over here so I don’t have to get up.” He all but pleaded you and you couldn’t help the small smile that graced your lips at how normal he seemed. Maybe Jin was right after all. “Alright.” You made your way over and he shot a grateful smile your way. “Thanks. Sorry, I’ve been out on a job for a week and just got back, so I’m all kinds of exhausted. Name’s Jimin, I’m the muscle around here along with Jungkook, but I sometimes also get sent out to check on some of our clients.” His casualness instantly made you lose some of your tension, Yoongi noted, filing the information away for later as you made easy conversation with the other.

“Don’t let Jungkook scare you off, Yoongs said he was a dick earlier. He may seem tough, but he’s actually got a soft side.” He confided, before calling the other over. “Kook! Come and meet our newest member!” You looked over and saw him grumbling to Hoseok who simply rolled his eyes and half dragged him over. Jungkook seemed to be avoiding any eye contact at all with you for some reason, and you found yourself a bit worried. Could you have done something to anger him? You hadn’t met him before this, so his coldness was really putting you on edge. “Are you okay?” The innocent question slipped past your lips without so much as a thought and suddenly his fiery gaze met your own and he took several steps forward, getting in your personal space.

You wanted to step back, but Yoongi’s reminder earlier to not apologize filled your ears and you forced yourself to stand your ground. “Oh, I’m just peachy. Why are you asking? It’s not like you actually care, right?” His voice was rising and you felt anxiety twist in your gut as the others by the pool table started to look over and watch the spectacle. “Jungkook, calm down.” Yoongi’s deep rumble to your left reminded you he, Jimin and Hoseok were also present. The latter spoke up also, attempting to soothe the other as he reached out to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Jungkook, where is this-”

The irritated boy shrugged him off and continued, ruthlessly. “You’re just acting nice because you’re scared of us!” He accused and you swallowed, as, despite your best attempts to hide your fear, he was right to some extent. Who wouldn’t be? “Come on. Prove me wrong!!” He was pretty much screaming in your face now as he harshly grabbed your wrist and held it up. You didn’t see it happen but the others immediately tensed up, getting ready to act if he took it too far. He sneered at you, his soft, boyish features full of nothing but hatred and disgust. “You’re shaking like a leaf. Nothing to say?” You steeled yourself, feeling your own blood starting to boil. You didn’t ask for this to happen, didn’t ask to be thrust into this so-called “family”. “L-Let go of me, now!” Your voice broke but your eyes were alight with your own fury as you forced your voice to rise. He smirked cockily then and leaned even closer to your face. “Make me, little girl.”

You lost it. You’d never been one for shouting, or fighting in general for that matter but you had a feeling you were going to need to change that. You were going to need to change a lot of things. You ignored the pain clutching your heart like a vice and hissed at him. “You think I asked for this, you little brat!? You think I wanted to be brought here, forced into a life I never asked for!?” His loudness exceeded yours with ease, as you weren’t used to shouting like this. “Some of us didn’t get that choice! You should be grateful Namjoon even let you join the family! If it were up to me you’d be dead!”

Tears burned your eyes and fell even as you continued shouting, now the loudest you could manage. “I had a family, and she’s dead because you couldn’t protect her!!! You’re supposed to be a bodyguard, aren’t you? The muscle?” A loud crack filled the room, then and you coughed, dazed from his hard slap. You looked up and the smug smile he sent your way, even as Jimin restrained his free hand gave you the strength you needed as you continued on. You spat the blood that filled your mouth at the harsh hit onto him as you tugged at your captive wrist for further emphasis. “Well, where was this strength when my Mother died, bleeding to death, helpless as she was slaughtered in cold blood!?” You didn’t even realize your other hand had risen until it was caught by another's firm, but not painful grip.

Namjoon spoke up then, not releasing your wrist as he met Jungkook’s gaze. “Jimin, get him out of here, now. We’ll talk about this later. Hoseok.” Your mentor was by your side immediately. “Get her cleaned up and then take her to Yoongi’s room.” You wanted to sleep in Hoseok’s room again tonight but figured it best to keep your mouth shut. You opened your mouth, only to shut it again as you recalled Yoongi’s warning. You still ached with the urge to apologize, but the bitter taste of your own blood on your tongue mingling with the saltiness of your tears reaffirmed your decision to keep quiet.

Was this truly what your life had become?

“I just can’t believe he assaulted you like that! Since Namjoon probably won’t make the little bastard apologize, I certainly will!” Hoseok ranted as he tended to your injured cheek and mouth. The sudden hit had more than enough force behind it to have your cheek swelling, and your lip was still bleeding a bit from your teeth cutting into them so hard at the slap. Hoseok had been ranting to you for a while but he suddenly quieted at the sound of a knock on the door. “Come in!” He called, and you didn’t even bother to look up, scared to see who it was. Your mind was still reeling from how angry you’d been. You’d even shouted! You’d never screamed that loud before in your life. It was...strange, to put it lightly.

“Hey. Glad to see you’re not too banged up. Jungkook hit you pretty damn hard.” You finally raised your head and felt a bit relieved to see it was Yoongi and not Namjoon or Jungkook. You forced yourself to nod, and opened your mouth to speak, only for nothing to come out. You frowned and cleared your throat, finally managing to get your voice to work. “Yeah, I’m fine. What brings you here? Hoseok was about to take me back to your room.” Your voice was noticeably weaker and you felt an urge to hit the smirk that twitched at Yoongi’s lips. “Not really much of a screamer, are you?” You didn’t catch the dark humor under his words and hesitantly shook your head, as Hoseok snorted at the double-edged meaning.

“Well, try not to worry too much. I’ll have Jin whip you up some tea. He’s got a recipe that’ll help with your voice. Just so you know, I won’t be back until late. I’ve got some business to take care of, so make yourself comfortable.” Yoongi muttered, before turning on his heel and making his way back towards the door. Hoseok finally finished up and you jumped at the sudden sound of Yoongi’s voice, surprised he was still there. “Don’t touch any of my belongings or get any stupid ideas. I’ll notice if you do, and I’d hate to have you on my table.” A full body shiver went through you and you whirled to look back at him only to see the door closing shut.

“Heh.” You looked back over at Hoseok who was smiling fondly and shaking his head. “That’s Yoongi for you. Don’t let him get you scared. As long as you listen to what he says you’ll be fine. Okay?” He shot a bright smile your way and you couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped you at the familiar sight. Hoseok was the only constant in this godforsaken place.

You’d seen him sometimes as a child when your Mother would get injured and he’d drive her home so your relationship with him already had a strong base. You always based your relationships on your personal experience with the person, rather than what others said, but since he was one of the closest with your Mom out of the boys, it definitely made it easier to warm up to him. Your Mom never told you anything about the mafia of course, but she did regularly tell you stories about her 7 long-term patients. Your heart pulsed with pain at the realization that she was readying you for this situation, even then.

Still, you forced a smile onto your face and nodded at Hoseok. Surely if he trusted him, Yoongi couldn’t be all that bad. “Okay.” Still, you couldn’t help but be a little nervous at the thought of staying with someone you knew next to nothing about. After all, lead interrogator wasn’t very reassuring. Sure they all had jobs in the mafia and did some pretty twisted things, but just thinking of the things he probably did to people on a day to day basis had you cringing. You hadn’t talked to him much, but he seemed so emotionless too. He was so...cold. It would definitely take some getting used to.

“Ready to go honey?” The sweet nickname made you smile as you nodded, hopping off the examination table with the help of Hoseok who led you out and upstairs and to one of the many simple black doors with fancy crystal door knobs. Hoseok turned uncharacteristically serious and you listened attentively. “This is his room. When you go in, it’s imperative that you lock the door immediately after. Jin should be up soon but check through the eye hole there first. Don’t open the door for anyone else under any circumstances unless it’s me, Namjoon or Jimin, alright? Yoongi has a key.” He waved you in with the return of his grin and you locked the door as he had instructed.

Alone with your thoughts, at last, you let yourself finally relax, cracking your neck and back with a relieved sigh. ‘It’s hard to believe this is my life now. I actually almost hit someone…’ You winced at the memory, even as the anger returned. ‘I don’t know what that kid’s problem is. I was just trying to be nice and he was suddenly all up in my space. I’ve never been that close to a guy before, come to think of it.’ You blushed at the sudden memory of his face so close to yours, then cursed yourself for it. You despised how easily you could get flustered sometimes, honestly. ‘That little brat doesn’t deserve to make you embarrassed! Get ahold of yourself Y/N!’ You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself and opened your eyes after a moment when you felt calmer, deciding to look around at the room you’d be staying in.

It was simple, with mainly black, white, brown and red everywhere, no bright colors to be seen in the furniture or objects. There was a keyboard in one corner of the room which made you raise an eyebrow but you decided not to question it and instead grinned at the sight of the nearby bookcase. You wouldn’t call yourself an avid reader by any means, but you’d always admired the power books had to draw you into another world and make you forget all about whatever situation you were currently in. Upon glancing over a few of the titles, however, your grin quickly faded and you instead grew a bit uneasy. It shouldn’t have been too surprising, but Yoongi’s books were mainly centered around psychology, interrogation, and torture. You quickly averted your gaze from the books and instead turned your attention to the closet, opening it to find many expensive looking suits, shirts, and pants. You reached out a hand to feel the material only to hear Yoongi’s voice echo.’

“Don’t touch any of my belongings or get any stupid ideas. I’ll notice if you do, and I’d hate to have you on my table.”

You drew your hand back as if you’d been burned, a shot of icy fear running through you before a sharp knock made you flinch. You held your hand to your heart before taking a deep breath to collect yourself for whoever was at the door. You approached and called on your way. “Coming, one second please!” You looked through the eye hole and smiled in relief when you saw it was only Jin, currently chuckling at something you’d said as he held a cup and saucer in one hand and a bag in the other. You unlocked the door and waved him inside. “So, you’re actually staying in Yoongi’s room huh? Jeez, I wish you luck. That guy’s pretty much an icicle in human form.” He joked and you found yourself smiling, already liking this side of him better than the one you’d met earlier. He seemed to notice this as well, and his eyes softened a bit as he held out the cup for you to take, placing the saucer down himself on the nearby nightstand. “Yoongi said your voice was nearly gone. Best not let Jungkook see you like that, or he’ll never let you live it down. Here, my own homemade remedy. Honey and ginger work wonders and I added sugar too since you seem the type to like it sweet.”

You nodded eagerly and carefully took the glass from his, tentatively taking a sip and nearly moaning at how good it tasted. You cleared your throat to make your voice work better. “This is wonderful, thank you.” Your voice croaked on the last words and you blushed as he laughed, chuckling quietly yourself as his laugh was quite infectious. “You’ve got a pretty laugh there, giggles, I do hope I'll be hearing it more often.” He teased you lightly, a playful smirk adorning his lips before he continued. “In any case, you’re quite welcome, I hope it’ll help. It sounds like you really need it. I’ll let you get some rest though since it’s quite late. Namjoon gave me these for you.” You put the cup down on the saucer as he handed you the bag. You looked inside only to gasp as you saw the quality, quickly trying to hand it back to him. “I-I can’t wear this!!” You squeaked out, eyes wide.

He smirked and rolled his eyes. “Just take it, will you? If for nothing else, do it for Yoongi.” That made you blink in confusion and he snickered at your reaction, answering your unasked question so you wouldn’t have to use your voice. “You didn’t think he’d sleep on the floor, did you? He’ll kill you if you get in his bed with those clothes.” You whirled to look at the bed and indeed there was only one. A quick scan of the room confirmed your fear that there wasn’t a couch in sight either. “B-But-” You tried to protest, cheeks scarlet from the realization but he was already slipping out of the room. “No buts! Leave your dirty clothes by the door, Yoongi will put them out to be washed when he gets back tonight I’m sure. Sleep well and get plenty of rest!” He was gone before you could try and say anything more, making sure to lock the door before he left.

You looked down at the bag still clutched in your grip and sighed in defeat as you pulled out the pajamas and clothes for the next day. The material was so soft you’d be out cold in seconds. Sneaking a glance at the bed, you had to admit that it too looked really comfortable. But you were admittedly a bit worried about sleeping in the same bed with a guy you literally just met. You headed to the bathroom, admiring how clean everything was, all but shining from how white it was. Unlike the bedroom, here it was entirely monochrome, and you closed the door for extra privacy, quickly stripping down and slipping the pajamas on, sighing at how nice they felt on your skin. You liked the shade of purple they were, and the black lace trim added a risque touch you didn’t pay too much attention to.

You exited the bathroom and walked over to the black nightstand to finish off your tea, noticing the corner of a piece of paper peeking out from underneath the saucer that Jin must’ve placed. You picked it up and read it over curiously. ‘Hey, this is Jimin! I didn’t want to bother you since I figured you’d probably not want many visitors but I wanted you to know that I hope you feel better! I’m really sorry about Jungkook, I have no idea what caused him to lash out at you, but I promise he’s not typically like that. I’m sure he’ll apologize soon. In the meantime, try not to let it worry you too much. Sweet dreams doll! ;)’

You stifled a small laugh at his little drawn on winky face and smiled fondly as you yawned, turning off the lights before crawling into bed, your prior worries fading away along with all your stress, the feeling of the soft bed and comfy pillows making your mind turn to your other senses. Instead, your thoughts turned to the silken grey sheets underneath the warm burgundy comforter. To the lingering scent of cinnamon, smoke and natural soap that tickled your nose. Maybe life here wouldn’t be quite so unbearable. At least you had some considerate friends in this unpredictable place. Your eyes finally fluttered closed and you fell asleep much quicker than you thought you would, all thanks to Jimin’s considerate reassurance.

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supersugatrash · 6 years ago

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Welcome. First Time with BTS? Drabble #01

A/N: Annyeong! So, you’re probably wondering why the hell I’ve been working on a drabble rather than the actual story. Welp, I kept thinking about how Taehyung became the way he is now and what was going through his head during the party. Well, 2.6k words later, here we are. I don’t know if I will make regular drabbles from now on, but maybe from time to time. Hope you enjoy… whatever this is.

Genre: Gang/Mafia!AU; Taehyung POV; Angst; Fluff

Word Count: 2633

Warnings: Strong Language, Mental & Physical Abuse, Antisocial Personality Disorder (Sociopathy) – You have been warned.

“Antisocial personality disorder with sociopathic tendencies.” Those were the words the psychiatrist used to describe Taehyung when he was only ten. They echoed in his head like a chant that day as he was sitting at the large wooden dining table and mindlessly poked around in his elaborate meal. He was angry, angry at the world for not understanding him, for not seeing him as normal. He blamed everyone else for making him the way he was. He blamed everyone but himself.

A few years before, he was still craving attention when he blew up his neighbour’s mailbox with a firecracker. Attention from his father, his mother, anyone. But what he got was not at all what he was looking for. No words were spoken as he received his punishment in the form of a stern look, followed by a firm slap across his face from the man he had looked up to. The disappointment in his father’s eyes every time he failed him as an heir and son was something Taehyung would never forget.

But the abuse didn't stop there. Mister Kim blamed the young boy when his mother left them only a year later. "She did it because you're a disgrace. She is ashamed of you," he'd say and the child believed him. Taehyung was angry with himself for driving his parents away from him, for not being more loveable. But eventually, the guilt faded.

When Taehyung was fourteen, he started staying out until the early morning hours. He would spend all night picking fights with people he had outwitted and getting into trouble for hitting on the wrong girls. He was incredibly smart for his age, most of the time finding easy ways to escape dangerous situations just by talking it out or because of his expert levels of deception, but he would eventually mess with the wrong people.

Not even a hint of remorse was left when Taehyung was sixteen, his father's words numbing any emotion he could have. "I will no longer tolerate this behaviour. From today onward I do not have a son." His father said when Taehyung called him from jail, asking him to pay his bail. Being disowned by his own family should have hurt him, it should have broken him, but there was nothing. He expected this to happen, he wrote his father off as unreliable and heartless years ago, so he hung up on him with a straight face and waited.

He waited in his cell for two days when he was suddenly facing someone he had only heard stories about, someone he had never met in person until that day; The owner of The Slaughterhouse and leader of Bangtan Sonyeondan. The infamous Kim Namjoon.

"I'm only helping you out on one condition,” Namjoon said to him as they looked at each other through the bars. “I want you to join us.”

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You had shut yourself in for only a day and Taehyung already noticed the change in everyone's behaviour. Nobody felt like going out, nobody was talking about anything other than you and Hoseok, nobody was interested in him any longer. And soon he was bored out of his mind. Where was all the excitement they felt before? Having you around spiced things up tremendously and Taehyung was enjoying himself for the first time in years with all the action your addition to the group brought. But now all of it was gone. Just because of a simple mistake Hoseok had made on one of his jobs that lead to him being followed to his home and getting shot.

Taehyung needed to change something and quick. He couldn't help Hoseok, he was no miracle worker, but maybe he could get you to open up. Some people are difficult to figure out, but most of the time all it took was a story. A story that would connect him to the other person on a deeper level – even if he had to embellish the truth just a little bit. Telling you about the first person he had murdered was sure to do the trick.

As soon as you started talking and eating again, his brothers became more active as well. He was once again welcome to visit Jungkook at home and observe the people on the street through the wall of monitors and Seokjin invited him over to his place to pick up the food he had prepared. Even Namjoon started giving him minor tasks again and slowly getting the business back on track. Finally, Taehyung had something to do again. Something that wasn't listening to everyone's complaints. And all it took was to spend some time with you.

He had to admit it, you weren’t so bad to have around. At least when you weren’t so depressed about everything. You were funny, had your heart in the right place and you weren’t too bad on the eyes either. If the situation hadn’t been so fucked up he could have even imagined himself making serious advances towards you. But then again, he wasn’t interested in a love quadrangle.

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His first real job, after a week of miniscule tasks, finally came around. Namjoon had instructed him to go to a party and find a certain person that held information of utmost importance to Bangtan. All he had to do was talk, while Jimin got his hands dirty. It was nothing to Taehyung, a job you would give to a newbie, but it was something. Within seconds he thought of multiple ways to sneak in, but ultimately decided the easiest approach would be the front door. He knew the people at the event, he knew the ins and outs of the world they lived in. After all, he was part of the same society for most of his life. And then he got an idea.

“There’s this party tonight the boss wants me to attend, but I’m having a hard time finding a plus one.” He saw the curiosity in your eyes the moment he had mentioned something about his job. Of course he didn’t have trouble finding someone, if he wanted he could have shown up with ten girls on each arm to the gathering, but he simply hadn’t asked anyone else. You were the only one he wanted by his side that evening. Not for sentimental reasons, of course, he simply thought it would be fun. You were in no way trained to act appropriately in those kinds of situations, it was sure to be an eventful evening.

Patiently, he waited for your response, though the outcome was already clear the second he told you about the party. “I can come with you.” It was almost too easy, as if he had put the words in your mouth himself. But there was still a hint of uncertainty in your voice, a tone that carried all your hesitation, which was immediately erased the second he tried to talk you out of it.

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For the first time in over five years, Taehyung was standing in front of his father. It was the first time he had felt uneasy in a while as he inspected the man that threw him out of his house, parading around a woman who might as well had been his older sister. To make matters worse he had called Taehyung son, as if it was a word that carried any kind of meaning to him.

The only form of comfort Taehyung had that night was knowing you were there. You weren’t going to betray him, at least not on that specific evening, you were simply too kind and naïve.

“So, Hanna is your girlfriend? Why have I never met her before?”

Taehyung couldn’t help but scoff at his father’s words. “I don’t know, father. Maybe because you disowned your own son when he needed your help the most?”

“Don’t start anything with me now, son. People could hear your baseless accusations.”

“Ah, yes. I forgot your image meant more to you than the well-being of your child.” He rolled his eyes, the nerves the man in front of him had to tell him what to do were actually laughable. “It would be outrageous if people would think of you as anything other than a loving father.”

“How dare you speak to me this way? I have given you everything you needed and you still turned out to be a disrespectful child.” His father didn’t need to raise his voice to carry out a heavy feeling within Taehyung. But those feelings weren’t pain, all he felt was anger for letting him continuously lie to his face. He worked hard for his father’s attention when he was young. He may have been fed and dressed, but that was nothing compared to the love he always craved.

“Well, at least you have one child with you tonight that’s willing to fulfil every single one of your ridiculous demands. How is that gold-digging wench of yours doing anyways?” Taehyung had a smug smile on his face as he spoke to the man, proud of the insults he had thrown around towards him and his stepmother. But his father wasn’t as pleased as him. Without a warning he attempted to slap Taehyung across the face, but he managed to duck just in time. Too many times had he been on the receiving end of his violence when he was a child, but now he was an adult with the graceful reflexes and speed of a peregrine falcon.

“I see you are still the same violent bastard you have always been.” Taehyung straitened his clothes as he spoke and looked the man in front of him straight in the eyes. “If you’d excuse me, I have more important matters to attend to.” And with that, he left his father, who was fuming with rage at the aggravating encounter, standing by himself.

Besides the little hiccup with his father, the rest of the night went smoothly for Taehyung. He quickly identified his target as he made idle chit-chat with multiple other people and called Jimin to take care of business. Within ten minutes of his go, the short man was inside the venue and knocked out the target. Perfect. Now all they needed was a little distraction.

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Taehyung was pleased with himself as every step of his plan seamlessly fell into place. The proposal went smoothly, even though he was worried for just a second you might refuse him his victory, and Jimin got away without being spotted. This called for celebration.

As the two of you swayed to the music on the dancefloor, Taehyung noticed a shimmer as he looked into your eyes and it triggered something within him. Something he hadn’t felt before. Something he thought nobody else deserved from him. Ba-bump. His cheeks turned a peachy shade of pink as he felt his heart beat freely for the first time. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. An unsteady beat that overpowered the rhythm of the music. As he went to dip you, he felt as if the small of your back was made for his hand, and his only. What was this feeling? It couldn’t have been…

Love is all that I can give to you. Love is more than just a game for two.

It felt as if that single word was mocking him as it stuck out to him like a sore thumb. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. He was sure you could feel his heart was about to jump out of his chest, so he quickly took a deep breath before he spoke. “Y/N-ah,” it was the first time he called you by your name and it scared him how perfect it sounded. Your enjoyed hum against his skin didn’t help either as he had to swallow every bit of nervousness. “I hate to ruin the mood, but we need to get going.” You didn’t, but he did. It was concerning to him how comfortable he felt around you. Was this what genuine affection felt like?

“Please, Taehyung-ah,” he blinked once, twice when you said his name. You said it so softly, so sweet and innocent, yet there was this need for more; a need for him. Nothing could ever compare to how it made him feel like you were just his. “just one more song.” For the first time in his life, he felt at peace. He had been happy many times, but this joy was entirely different, it felt more honest than he had ever been. It reminded him of his childhood, this was what he had always been wanting. Taehyung let out a soft chuckle as he continued holding onto you tightly, afraid the second he’d let go he would realise this moment never actually happened.

Ba-bump.

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As soon as you stepped out of the mansion, you were no longer Taehyung and Hanna. He could no longer allow himself to be deceived by the fantasy he had created. Especially since he was so certain you were merely playing along to keep up the act. He simply couldn’t face you anymore with the emotions in his head driving him crazy. As he walked off, gratified with how the night turned out, he noticed you stopping in your tracks, seemingly a million miles away from him. “You coming, noona?” he was looking at you expectantly, but he continued walking as if he was running away from the urge to go back to the world where the two of you could have been.

As you quietly stomped past him, he was confused. Why weren’t you just as thrilled as him about the successful act the two of you kept up? When you sat down on the bench, he immediately joined you, as if he was pulled towards your very being by a rubber band.

“What was that stunt all about?” Your question was filled with emotions and on top of that list was your anger. As you waited for the car and continued speaking in that tone, one word continuously spun around in his head. Why? Why were you so angry? Why were you not smiling anymore? Why did it feel like every time he looked at your sad face he was burning up inside?

The car ride back to the practice was quiet, but he needed the silence. It was as if his mind couldn’t function anymore, the same word continuously flashing up like a virus. Nothing made sense anymore.

When the vehicle came to a halt in front of the familiar building, he couldn’t keep quiet anymore. He simply had to know. “Hey,” his voice was small, like that of a child that had just been scolded, his usual confidence nowhere to be seen. “We’re still good, right, noona?”

The second the words had left his lips he had realised something. He couldn’t read you anymore, the simple fact he had to ask about your feelings made it clear. The lines between Hanna and Y/N were too blurred as he searched your eyes for an answer.

“No.” It was the saddest word in every language in response to that question. He was thinking about every possible reply you could have given him, except that one. But before he could get another word in, you rushed out of the car and went inside, without looking back at him once.

That night he was lying on his bed. He thought about his past, about the party, but the one thing that kept him awake was you. The way you looked at him with that same disappointed look in your eyes as everybody else in his life pained him. But it was that same night when he realised for the first time how agonising it felt to be hurt by someone he cared for.

#bts gang au #gang au #bts au #bts fanfic #fanfic #bts drabble #taehyung angst #taehyung fluff #taehyung fanfic #bts scenario #bts scenarios #wftwbts #the thing i do sometimes #remember when i wrote less than this and called it a chapter?#yeah me neither

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kpopfanfictrash · 7 years ago

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Blackjack (I)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jungkook

Rating: 18+ (explicit sex, mafia!AU)

Warning: handcuffs, breath play

Word Count: 7,579

Summary: After losing several times to a very expensive card table, you find yourself deep in debt to the notorious mafia group, Bangtan. Taehyung is kind enough to offer you a way out. If you can succeed in taking home any guy of his choosing, your debt will be wiped clear. Then he points at Jungkook.

Fastening an earring onto your ear, you tilt your head to the side and consider yourself in the mirror. It is not often that you dress up – hell, you cannot even remember the last time you did. Lena begged you to come out tonight, though; begged for your attendance at the party Taehyung is throwing and who are you, to deny your best friend.

“Come with me,” she whined, voice rising over the phone. “It’s just for one night – one night won’t kill you!”

“It might,” you said, a kernel of truth to your words. You both knew who Lena was dating – and you both knew what he was capable of. “Who knows what your crazy boyfriend has up his sleeve?” you muttered into the phone.

“Taehyung’s not like that,” Lena insisted. Rustling noises filled the background, sounding a lot like chips as she paused. “Well, not anymore.”

“Right,” you snorted. “I’m sure you can just walk out of Bangtan whenever you want, right? They gift you with severance and a keychain on the way out, hm?”

“Y/N,” Lena hissed. “Don’t say things like that – what if someone overheard?”

And there was the problem. “I hate being worried someone might overhear,” you scowled, obediently lowering your voice to stare into the mirror. “Is my phone being tapped, or something?”

Though you knew you were agitated, it could not be helped. It was impossible not to worry when your best friend was dating a member of the most notorious mafia on the west coast. Gaze flicking down, you considered which would be least conspicuous – pink lipstick, or red.

“You’re not being tapped,” Lena sighed, sounding further away. Likely, she was also doing her make-up and had set her phone on the counter. “Look,” she said, pausing her spiel. “Pretend you don’t know what they are, okay? I know that you’re worried. I don’t blame you. It’s my life though, okay? You’re just a bystander, Y/N. You know nothing.”

“Right. A bystander who attends Bangtan parties,” you laughed, pulling off the top of your bright red lipstick. Conspicuous or not, it was what you felt comfortable in.

Lena snorted. “Yeah, yeah. It’ll be fun, I promise. Besides – I’ll be there, beside you the entire time.”

With a nod, you began coloring your lips. Pursing them once, you sighed at your reflection. “Fine, but you better. I’ll never forgive you, Len, if you leave me.”

“Trust me,” she insisted, returning the phone to her ear. “What could go wrong?”

“I fucking hate Lena,” you mutter to yourself.

You stand alone, near the bar, sliding fingers over your dress and trying to pretend you fit in. Trying, being the operative word because you clearly do not. This is made increasingly more difficult without your phone for distraction. All electronic devices were confiscated at the door, phones included.

This is just a taste of what Bangtan is like; the security measures they have in place to ensure their privacy. There are several mafia groups on the west coast, but few more dangerous, or notorious as Bangtan. Led by their leader, Kim Namjoon, they are undoubtably the most feared group in the area. Namjoon is an uncertain character himself – he learned the business from his father, who disappeared years ago under mysterious circumstances no one cares to discuss.

Then, there is Namjoon’s right-hand man. Kim Seokjin. Seokjin is the face of the organization, if you will – incredibly beautiful with flawless skin and dark, almond-shaped eyes. You glance at him now, drinking in the man’s beauty, but once you realize you are staring, look quickly away. It does not do to dwell on Kim Seokjin, since he is entirely unattainable. Devoted only to his job, and whichever woman happens to be in his bed for the night.

Seokjin is the first a stranger meets within Bangtan. He is the one who welcomes with open arms and a knife, held snug to your back. He is constantly assessing, calculating and not someone to get close with. Right now, he sits lazily at a Poker table, laughing occasionally at the things Hoseok says.

Of course, it is Hoseok beside him – rarely, is one man seen without the other. If Seokjin is the face of the organization, Hoseok is its body. He is the mobilizer of Bangtan, the lawman and the law. Each Bangtan henchmen answers to Hoseok, and wherever there is smoke – Hoseok is near. It is rare to see Hoseok outside of these parties. Most of his real work deals in the shadows; his lift is spent in secrets, pain hidden behind closed doors.

Feeling somewhat nauseous at the thought, you force your gaze elsewhere. Behind you, the bartender pushes another glass of champagne your way – you pick this up without thinking, lips leaving a blunt red stain on the rim. The image is like blood. Hiding a shudder, you turn swiftly away.

By accident, your eyes lock with Park Jimin. His lips curl into a smile; a hunter seeking his prey. Jimin also works behind closed doors, but while Hoseok’s duty is a messy, violent affair; Jimin’s is not. Drugs and weapons – the two main exports of Bangtan and that which Jimin oversees. He knows everything about production line, transportation, final sale and usage. If an export passes through Bangtan, Jimin knows what, where, when and by whom.

There is a rumor that Jimin became involved in Bangtan because of a woman. He was in love – in love with a drug lord’s daughter and would have done anything to remain by her side until she was killed by a rival mafia gang. Since then, the only things to bring Jimin joy are his drugs and his weapons. Not using them, no – just dealing them, owning them. Rumor has it, the man has fucked his way through half the city and by the way he looks at you now – you look swiftly away.

Unsurprisingly, Namjoon is not here. The Head is rarely seen in public, preferring instead to stay unknown and mysterious. You suppose this is smart, although it makes you uneasy. Namjoon is unpredictable, which makes him dangerous.

Taking another sip from your drink, you spot Min Yoongi lurking at the edge of the party. This also makes sense to you, since Yoongi is in charge of all things surveillance. He has always seemed the least threatening, but you know this to be the biggest deception of all. Although Min Yoongi might seem soft-spoken, it is only because he is listening to every word that you say. Were he so inclined, Yoongi could destroy someone completely. He could reach into their past, dig up their secrets and pass them around like hors d'oeuvres. Even now, he watches the party with lazy indifference – all while casually sipping on ice in his cocktail. It seems highly unlikely that Yoongi gave up his cell phone upon entering.

Finally, you spot the last man. Kim Taehyung. The final member of Bangtan; some call him their Treasurer, but this is the wrong word entirely – simply put, Taehyung likes money. He likes having it, making it, understanding the ebb and flow of it. He is the analytics of Bangtan and with each new risk, each new venture which crosses their threshold – Taehyung is the one who says yes or no. The few interactions you have had with him, you cannot understand why Lena continues to date him.

Taehyung is wild, unpredictable and rude. Though he tempers slightly around Lena, you have never much liked him. At least, you have never seen him be rude to her, though – that is bare minimum you could ask for. Aside from Taehyung, there exists a rumored seventh member of Bangtan – the quote, unquote Shadow – but if the position exists, you have never met them. You have never even caught wind of a name; certainly not from the members.

Currently, Taehyung plays dealer at a nearby green felt table. Leaning gracefully forward, he seems immersed in the round, smiling a grin you deem much too wide. His expression is gleeful, overly satisfied and you can only assume he has somehow rigged the game – or, that he is counting. Honestly, you have no idea if the dealer can even count cards in Blackjack. Your knowledge of gambling is limited, at best.

Draining your glass to its end, you turn around and place it back on the counter. Your third drink of the night – and enough to feel more than a little bit tipsy. This was probably not the best idea in hindsight, but you had nothing else to do. Lena disappeared early on, flitting into a back room with Taehyung and doing god knows what before she returned to one of the high stakes tables. Lena loves this place, gets off on the thrills – she is good at it, too and almost always wins. This is what drew Taehyung to her in the first place.

Leaving your place at the bar, you wander towards the table where Taehyung is dealing. Your intention is to watch, to listen but somehow or other, you find yourself in a seat. Somehow, Taehyung convinces you to play and somehow, you hear yourself agreeing. Frowning at your cards, it barely seems the game has begun before you realize you have lost. This happens three more times – embarrassing, but by now your buzz is stronger than any shame you once felt. With a shrug, you move to stand – only for a hand to wrap swiftly around your wrist.

“Just a moment,” Taehyung says. His voice is pleasant, almost inconsequential. “There’s just the small matter of payment.”

Eyes widening, you stare down at his grip. “Oh?” you breathe, nausea rising. “As in... with cash?”

Though Taehyung’s smile remains, his eyes are cold. “Believe it or not, we accept all major credit cards.” He laughs softly, releasing your wrist. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m only joking.”

Exhaling, you straighten your spine. For a moment, you were starting to panic. For a moment, you thought you were screwed, since Lena does not know – you have not told anyone, to be fair – that you are broke. Last year held a few, unforeseen family issues (to put it mildly) and now, you have zero dollars to your name. Well, this is not entirely true. There are one hundred and twelve dollars and twenty-six cents in your account. That is it, though – and until your next paycheck is deposited in your account, you have no idea how you will make rent this month.

Taehyung’s smile disappears. “I was kidding,” he repeats. “We do not accept credit cards.”

A laugh encircles the table, players turning to chat with one another. Blood rushes to your cheeks, the room suddenly hard to hear as your heart leaps jaggedly sideways.

Taehyung smiles. “The price of the table,” he murmurs, leaning in so that his lips brush your cheek, “is one thousand dollars per game.”

Staring blankly at the wall over his shoulder, your eyes widen in shock. “So, that means I owe… fuck.”

It was three games that you lost.

“Three thousand dollars,” Taehyung agrees, pulling away. Tugging yellow sunglasses from his pocket, he slides these on and cocks a brow. “Pay up, babe.”

You just stare at him, unable to string your thoughts into coherent sentences. “But I don’t – I can’t,” you breathe shakily. “What about Lena?”

Though his gaze softens somewhat, Taehyung doesn ot back down. “What about her?” he asks. “The fact that you’re friends? Look, Lena knows the rules as well as I do. You play, you pay.”

A tiny seed of anger plants itself in your stomach. It grows by the second and suddenly enraged, you lean in. “Listen to me,” you hiss, placing your hands on the table. “I didn’t know the price of this table when I sat down.”

Taehyung does not even blink. “Then you should have asked,” he says simply. “Rookie mistake.”

This is when you become aware of the silent table around you. People watch your conversation, no longer pretending that they do not. Struggling to school your expression into neutrality, you pull slowly away. “And what if I can’t pay?” you respond, lowering your voice. “What are my options? Can I pay in installments?”

Taehyung pretends to think it over. “You can – but as your friend, I strongly advise against it. I know the dealer personally,” he says, gesturing to himself. “And his interest rates are steep.”

“I don’t really have a choice, though – do I,” you hiss, gritting your teeth. Fuck, are you going to kill Lena tomorrow.

Taehyung smiles, gaze playful. “But – what if you did?”

Refusing to play along with his games, you pull back. “I don’t understand what you mean, Taehyung.”

His hands replace yours on the table. “How about this?” he responds. His smile stretches even wider. “I will give you an – how should I put this? – opportunity. I don’t deal in only cards, you know. I also deal with other odds.”

Anger somewhat diminishing, your confusion shows through. “What do you mean by that?”

Taehyung smiles, the gesture wicked. “I offer you a different bet,” he explains. “Then, the good people of this table place wagers on it,” he says with a gesture to the onlookers. “If you win, your debt is clear. If I win, though – you owe the house double.”

It does not appear you have any choice in the matter. When you first sat down, you did not understand the rules, but that does not matter to these people. The rules here are malleable, interchangeable and there is no law you can call upon to enforce them. Somehow, you need to find him that money. It is just how Bangtan works, you know this – which is why you debated even coming tonight.

“What’s the bet?” you demand through gritted teeth.

Taehyung’s lips lift in a smile. “Glad that you asked.” Glancing over your shoulder, he nods towards a table. “You see that guy? I want you to get him to leave.”

Swiveling around, you lift your drink to your lips – only to freeze. The man Taehyung points to sits entirely alone. His dark hair is messy, gaze contemplative while staring into his whiskey. The man is beautiful – ruggedly so, and completely out of your league.

Suddenly panicked, your gaze snaps to Taehyung. “Are you crazy?” you hiss.

His smile broadens. “Is that a yes?”

“It’s a...” You sputter, shaking your head. “Why him?”

“Well.” Taehyung leans forward, smile coy. “Word on the street is he’s an undercover cop.” He waggles both eyebrows. “If you can convince him to leave, it kills two birds with one stone. The cops are gone from our lovely establishment – bye-bye,” he says. “And second, your debt to me is clear.”

Though you hesitate, the offer does not sound entirely awful. You would only need to get him to leave. At least then you would be gone, too. “I just have to leave with him?” you clarify, eyes narrowing. You do not trust Taehyung any farther than you can throw him.

His smile widens. “Yes.” Taehyung laughs, head thrown back. “No need to fuck him if you don’t want to, Y/N. I’m not a complete asshole.”

“Nice,” you mutter with a roll of your eyes. Despite all of your reservations, at least this offer would get you away from the party. “Fine,” you announce, standing up from the table. “I’ll need another drink.”

Turning, Taehyung grabs a drink from a passing waiter. The man yelps, a protest on his lips before Taehyung arches a brow. Paling at the sight, the waiter slowly bows. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Kim,” he intones, backing away. “I meant no offense. I’ll go and get another drink.” With that, he whirls back towards the kitchens.

Watching him leave, Taehyung keeps the man in his sights until he disappears behind revolving doors. “Pity,” he says, handing over the glass. “I did like him. He held such...” Idly, Taehyung waves a hand. “Promise.”

“You’re – you aren't going to kill him?” you whisper, appalled.

Scrunching his nose, Taehyung looks at you like you have gone crazy. “Certainly not,” he scoffs. “Or, at least – I wouldn’t kill him. This tie is Gucci, for fuck’s sake.”

Looking up at the ceiling, you accept the glass he hands you. The cup is full of wine: a deep red color you equate morosely to blood. “Alright,” you nod. “I’ll do it.”

“Excellent!” Taehyung spins in a half-circle. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a new game!” Men and women within hearing distance wander closer and you cannot help but wince. “Do you see the woman seated here?” Taehyung says, pointing at you. “She bets she can take home a man,” he adds, pointing to the stranger. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I doubt it. House odds are 2:3 she loses. Are there any bets for, or against her?”

“What in the world,” you mutter, grasping Taehyung’s sleeve to pull him low, “are you doing? Why are you telling them I’m unlikely to win? What kind of fucked up game are you playing?”

Taehyung frowns, gaze suddenly dark. “Listen to me,” he says, low enough that only you hear. “If I make your win seem unlikely – when you do succeed, it means more money for the house. Which means your debt to me would be cancelled. Don’t you want that?”

Hesitating, you see Taehyung is right. If people place bets against you and you win – it means you take all their cash. “Go on,” you say, nodding as you pull politely away.

Straightening his tie, Taehyung returns to his audience. “Let the bets begin!” he crows, a natural showman.

The announcement is met with murmured laughter as players turn to their neighbors. Cheeks burning, you feel placed on display – because you are, you remind yourself. Honestly, Lena is dead meat when you see her. Glancing across the room, you find her locked in her card game, not paying attention.

“One hundred dollars on her loss,” says a male voice behind you.

Taehyung pouts at the statement. “Come on – this is fun!” he says, accepting the bet. “What’s fun about a measly one hundred dollars?”

“Five hundred she loses,” interrupts a woman, forcing you to swivel sideways. The finely dressed lady does not meet your gaze.

“Another five hundred on her winning,” declares a man to your left, surveying your dress.

Cheeks heating further, you feel oddly cheap. You wore this dress on purpose, attempting to blend in but now, you feel like another pawn in their games. Somehow, the betting continues until six thousand dollars ride on your loss. Two thousand dollars on your success.

Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes. “Alright,” you mutter, mostly to Taehyung. “Here goes nothing.”

When you stand, Taehyung places a hand on your arm. “If you win,” he says, leaning in. “You’ll be one thousand dollars up.”

Heartbeat quickening, your head starts to spin. Though you do not dare admit it, you could badly use that money. “Thank you,” you say, wrenching free from his grasp. “I’ll be sure to collect my winnings tomorrow.”

Taehyung’s laughter dies as you march into the crowd. Laughter, people talking; it all swirls overhead as you stride towards the man’s table. All of a sudden, this seems like a horrible idea. This is not something you would normally do. You rarely go out on dates with strangers, let alone ask them to leave clubs with you.

Sudden nerves seize your thoughts, making your palms sweat. When you left, you thought you looked good but that was only because you look like every other girl in this bar. This type cannot be his type. If it were, the man would not be alone because there are many, many beautiful women here and – before you can self-sabotage any further, he looks up.

His eyes are dark, softer than you expected. Realizing there is nowhere to go, you come to a stop beside the curve of his table. “H-hello,” you stammer, feeling woefully dull.

Arching a brow, the man’s finger trails the rim of his glass. “Hello,” he says, tilting his head. The man smiles at you – a dazzling gesture which causes your stomach to sink.

Rather than respond, you sit at his table. Setting your glass before you, you glance sideways at his features. The stranger is tall, muscular – and so beautiful, you find it odd that he sits all alone.

“This is usually the part where you say something else,” the man says, upper lip quirked.

“Oh. Yes,” you say, shaking your head. “What about this? Tell me – were you a Boy Scout?”

The man seems confused by this but nods, playing along. “I – yes, I was. Why?”

“Because.” You smile flirtatiously. “Even from across the room, you have my heart tied in knots.”

The man waits a beat before bursting out into laughter. “Ah, wow. That was truly something. I, that was just – wow,” he chuckles, leaning back in his seat. The ice seems broken, though, his eyes crinkled with laughter.

“Give me some credit,” you say, grinning as well. “This is so much harder than it looks. Honestly, this is the first time I’ve ever felt sorry for men – they have to do this on the regular.”

Raising a brow, he smiles. “Oh? So, this is the only time you’ve ever felt sorry? Before today, what – you walked around feeling envious of the male sex?”

“Sure, sure,” you shrug. “I’ve always been jealous of men for having a penis. Men get to pee anywhere, anytime you want – what’s that like?”

His eyes widen in amazement. “And that’s the only reason you wish you had a penis?”

Seeing his expression, you try to conceal your amusement. “I mean, sure, why else?”

“Well,” he says, arching a brow. “I can think of a few things.”

Raising your glass to your lips, you take a slow sip. “I think I’m okay without that. But, thank you…” Trailing off, you allow him the opportunity to provide you with a name.

Keeping his gaze locked on yours, the man lifts his whiskey. “Jungkook.”

“Jungkook,” you repeat. Downing the rest of your glass, you lower this down to the table. “I’m Y/N. Tell me, Jungkook, how would you normally approach a woman – if my pick-up line was so bad?”

“I wouldn’t say it was bad,” Jungkook responds. He seems casually confident – almost too confident. “I’m still here aren’t I?”

This response gives you pause. It is true, he has not left yet. Jungkook has not yet moved, looking at you in a way which makes your thoughts scatter. It also makes your stomach drop, since this all is a lie. Jungkook seems to be interested in you, but you have not been honest with him.

You are lying about why you approached him in the first place – you are not actually interested in Jungkook, you just came to save your ass. Or – did you? Now that you are here at his table, it is impossible to deny the attraction between you. It is also impossible to deny you are interested.

Fingers clutching an empty drink, you watch him lean in.

“I don’t usually use a pickup line,” Jungkook says, hair falling into his gaze. “I don’t use pickup lines at all, if you must know.”

“Oh?” you murmur, suddenly wishing you had something to drink. You wish you had something to do with your gaze besides stare at the crease in his brow, the way his lips part, or the veins of his hands. Forcing your gaze upwards, you shake your head. “Then, what do you tell them?”

“I tell them exactly what they want to hear,” Jungkook says, voice low. The corners of his mouth lift. “Then I ask them to come home with me.”

Despite your feigned disinterest, you feel your pulse quicken. “What – what do you mean by that?” you say. Tilting your head, you add, “Show me.”

Jungkook smirks. “Are you sure?”

When you nod, you do not look away. “I’m the one who sat down, aren’t I?”

“True,” he nods, gaze falling to your lips. “It is hard, though. You’re actually quite difficult to read – did you know that?”

“And why is that?” you ask softly.

“Because.” Jungkook’s eyes glint dangerously. “I can’t tell if you want me to fuck you senseless – or tie me to my bedposts and ride me until I scream.”

Under the table, your legs press firmly together. It is hard not to show how affected you are by Jungkook’s words. Suddenly, you are no longer thinking of the bet at all – fuck Taehyung, fuck the money and fuck how this all started. Suddenly, you want nothing more than to do as this man says.

Not looking away, you slowly lean forward. “And what if I want both?” you murmur, lips brushing his ear.

On the table, Jungkook’s hand tightens. “Let’s go,” he says, standing so abruptly that his knee knocks to yours. Draining his glass, Jungkook lowers this to the table. “Come on,” he exhales, reaching down for your hand.

You let him, standing when he pulls. As you follow him through the crowd, you stare at his blazer, slowly making your way down to his pants. Any way you slice it, the man is perfect – beyond perfect, with solid, muscular thighs beneath the thin cloth of his trousers and a jaw you cannot seem to stop staring at. From the corner of your eyes, you see Taehyung raising a glass.

Though you cannot hear, you know him to be laughing. Taehyung must be pleased from all the money you just won him. Not only him, you remind yourself – you, as well. A knot tightens in your stomach, since your debt is paid, but at what cost?

As soon as Jungkook steps outside, your debt to Taehyung is clear. As soon as you leave, you should turn to Jungkook and tell him you have changed your mind. It would not be fair to take advantage of him like this, without him knowing the full situation.

Jungkook seems like a decent guy – he has not tried anything untoward, nor said anything you did not want to hear. If you said no, you are certain he would respect your decision to go. Somehow though, the thought is more painful than not. What began as a bet has set your skin aflame, your heart on fire. Jungkook’s middle finger brushes your palm as you walk, leaving you to imagine what could happen tonight.

You imagine his lips crushed against yours, his hands wrapped in your hair while you mold your body to his. Later, you imagine him letting you ride him like he said he wanted you to. A soft moan escapes and Jungkook turns suddenly, pressing your back to his front. “What,” he murmurs, hot against your ear, “was that?”

When his hips find yours, your feel your breath quicken. “What was what?” you respond, feigning innocence.

Already, you arrive at the entrance to the club. Jungkook pauses at coat check, leaning over the counter. He murmurs something to the attendant and you notice the man look up with surprise. He seems almost fearful of Jungkook and you frown in confusion because the response seems out of place. Unless Jungkook is a well-known police officer and this henchman of Bangtan simply knows who he is. In which case – what idiocy for Jungkook to have come. He must have known he’d be recognized, must have known he’d be seen.

Feeling oddly protective, you grab your phone from the counter and take Jungkook’s hand. “Let’s get out of here,” you say, realizing you have made the decision to leave.

This is no longer about the bet. Indeed, you do not mean for this to go any further than tonight – but it has been a very long time since you found yourself wanting something. And tonight, you much want Jungkook.

Nodding, Jungkook pushes open the doors and follows you into the night. The air is cool on your skin and you hesitate for only a moment before Jungkook grabs your hand, pulling you flush against him.

His first kiss is soft, hesitant as his lips brush yours. His hands pause on your body before your lips harden further. They take on a life of their own as your arms wrap around him, pulling his body tightly to yours. Jungkook stumbles forward, one hand finding the wall as his kiss becomes needy. The brick hits your back and you groan, arching eagerly against his body.

Hands sliding under his jacket, his shirt, you grab for his belt – only to find his gun. Recoiling from this, your eyes fly open.

Registering your surprise, Jungkook exhales. “Ah, you caught me,” he murmurs, bending to brush his lips against yours. “I was trying to keep a low profile tonight.”

“Ah,” you say, continuing your slow search of his body. Jungkook stills in your grasp, eyes narrowing when your fingers brush over the metal. The gun sticks out of the fabric of his pants, right over the curve of his ass – alongside a pair of handcuffs.

Jungkook arches a brow. “Find something you like?” he responds dryly.

Rather than respond, you pull away. Tugging him further down the sidewalk, you have no idea what you are doing, only aware that you need him. Now. Your mind whirls, ragged at the thought of Jungkook handcuffed, helpless and writhing beneath you.

Coming to a stop at the curb, Jungkook pushes a hand through his hair. “Hang on,” he exhales, digging in his pocket for his cell phone. While he speaks into the phone, you do not hear what he says but Jungkook’s eyes flicker to the street before hanging up. “Done,” he announces. Before you can ask what is done, a car turns the corner.

The model is black, luxurious but before you can ask where it came from, Jungkook opens the door. He scoots into the vehicle, ushering you in and giving the driver an address – when he sees your response to the interior, Jungkook shrugs.

“Job perk,” Jungkook says, leaning his head to the seat. He smirks. “I believe you were trying to tell me what type of girl you are. That’s where we left off.”

“Was I?” you say, unbuckling your seat belt. Turning around, you swing your leg over his waist to settle onto his lap. Jungkook’s eyes widen when your hands push into his hair. “I thought I said,” you murmur, bending to kiss the nape of his neck. “That is wasn’t nice to place people into boxes.”

Groaning, Jungkook pushes his hips upwards when your lips find his collarbone. You suck, gently kneading with teeth as he hisses.

“No marks,” Jungkook grunts, head falling to the edge of the seat. “Ah, fuck it. That feels amazing – don’t stop.”

“That’s okay,” you muse, lifting your head to move your hips in a circle. Already, feel Jungkook hardening beneath you. “This is nice, too.”

“Nice?” Jungkook’s eyes open. “Nice?”

Grabbing your wrists, he lifts you off of him to fall you onto the seat. Your exhale is sharp when Jungkook moves to cover your body with his. His right knee positions between thighs, bunching your dress up and over your waist. The position is precarious, scantily-clad and when you glance up at the driver, you are relieved to see the partition is already up.

His lips, though – Jungkook bites on your dress, pulling this down until it falls off on your shoulder. When Jungkook sees you are not wearing a bra, his gaze darkens. “Bad,” he chastises, looking up. His fingers brush your breasts, teasing the nipples through the material.

Before you can respond there is the crunch of wheels on gravel, indicating your arrival – wherever the address is, of course. Jungkook pulls your hips sharply to his, forcing the breath from your body as your head hits the glass. His hands slide up your torso and you groan, breath hitching as his lips trace over your skin – and then Jungkook pulls away, leaving your craving unfilled.

The car beneath you has stopped. “Come on,” Jungkook exhales, offering a hand. He allows you to adjust your dress, straightening the material before pulling you outside. “I don’t know what the point of fixing that dress was,” he muses, slamming shut the car door.

“What was the point?” you say, somewhat dazed by the view. The yard before you is gigantic; it is hard to keep your jaw from dropping, staring out at the lawn. Gardens lead up to the main door; even in darkness, you can tell they are decadent. When you turn the next corner and the house comes into view, your feet simply stop moving.

“Holy shit,” you breathe, staring up at the façade.

Paused, Jungkook looks over his shoulder. “I said it’s pointless to fix your dress,” he repeats, walking back towards you. Reaching your side, his fingers lift your face to his. “What’s wrong?” he murmurs, eyebrows raised at your expression.

You can only stare. “You live… in a fucking mansion.”

Jungkook’s cheeks flush. “Oh,” he says, turning to resume his walk towards the house. This time, you follow. “It’s not mine,” Jungkook mumbles, somewhat embarrassed.

He seems embarrassed, so you choose not to pry. It must be his parents place, or something, since he seems out of place here. It is not for you to know, you decide. This is only a one night thing. Stilling your questions, you allow Jungkook to lead you through a side entrance. He tugs you up a back staircase, and you find yourself forgetting your name as he pulls you against him. Nothing matters then but the touch of his hands, the graze of his lips, the feel of his body on yours.

Midway down a hall, Jungkook comes to a stop. Gently pulling you forward, he lifts your hands overhead. Slowly, his hips grind to yours while his lips trail your throat. “This way,” Jungkook pants, breaking free long enough to open the door behind him.

This must be his room, although the word room is inaccurate – rooms, plural, would be more appropriate. He seems to live in a suite, one you gape at for only a moment before Jungkook has dragged you back to him. His body molds against yours, lips mimicking his hips to drag groans from your lips. While his hands push into your hair, Jungkook’s body curves until a whine leaves your throat.

“Jungkook,” you say.

“Yes?” he murmurs, lowering the straps of your dress. “What do you need, baby?”

Shaking your head, your hands find his waist. “Put the gun on the table,” you say because, although Jungkook has not touched it – the very presence makes you nervous.

Jungkook looks up, amused. “Is that some sort of euphemism?” Seeing your sternness, he nods and obeys. Unhooking the holster, Jungkook drops the gun onto his table. “Now what?” he asks.

He looks so good with his hair mussed and smiling – unable to stop yourself, you slide your hands up his body. “Give me your handcuffs,” you purr, while surprise flashes across his expression. Jungkook removes the cuffs slowly, pulling them free from his belt to hand over.

“And the key,” you add, arching a brow.

Jungkook’s gaze darkens, reaching into his back pocket to pull out the small, metal object. He drops this into your palm. “Now?”

“Now,” you respond, glancing sideways. The room is austere; decorated for cleanliness, not enjoyment. His bed is iron, covered in soft grey sheets. Upon seeing the frame, you shove Jungkook backwards until his legs hit the mattress.

“Take off the blazer,” you say.

Without looking, Jungkook tugs his arms through the sleeves and tosses this onto the floor. His hands move towards his buttons before you stop him, grabbing his wrists and yanking them behind his back. With Jungkook’s torso pressed against yours, you look up at him and smirk. Slowly, you lock the first cuff behind him. This is slid beneath the bar of his bed, locking the other cuff into his wrist.

Exhaling gently, Jungkook stares. “What now?” he asks, voice rough.

Taking a step backwards, you survey your handiwork. Jungkook’s lips are swollen, red from kissing and already, a hickey forms below his collarbone. Biting your lip, you run a nail from the nape of his neck to his chest. Coming to a stop over his breastbone, you watch Jungkook’s chest rise and fall under your hand.

You undo first one button, then another; continuing until his shirt is open before you, his chest bare and enticing. Jungkook’s eyes narrow, arms flexing against the handcuffs.

“And now?” he murmurs, so quiet you almost miss it.

Now, you drop to your knees and remove his belt. Tossing this to one side, you start to unbutton his pants. Lifting your gaze to his, you stare rawly while sliding his pants to his ankles. Already Jungkook is hard, straining against boxers while you hook fingers beneath the material. Tugging them down, Jungkook is left standing before you in nothing but his shirt.

When you bend, Jungkook hisses when your lips touch his skin. You slide your tongue down his shaft, positioning your lips at the head. His eyes drift shut when you swirl your tongue over the sensitive tip. His abdominals clench, arms strained when you open your mouth to deep-throat him. His dick hits your throat, as you slide your body forward. Until this point, Jungkook has held remarkably still but when you hollow your cheeks and suck – he groans, thrusting into your mouth. You allow him to do so, letting him fuck your mouth for a while.

When he is rock hard, breath coming in soft groans and grunts, you pull back and let Jungkook’s cock fall from your lips. “Are you done?” he pants out, tilting his head.

Pushing yourself upwards, you stand. “Not quite,” you murmur, sliding both hands beneath the straps of your dress. The material hits the ground and Jungkook groans as you step free. He is unable to touch, completely chained to the bed. With a smirk, you walk forward in just your panties and bra. Sliding both hands around his waist, you press your chest to his and look up. Jungkook’s cock is hard, digging into your stomach with his jaw firmly clenched.

“Please,” he groans, eyelids fluttering. “I need to touch you, I have to.”

“I thought you wanted me to keep sucking your cock,” you whisper, sliding your lips down his chest.

Jungkook’s voice strains when he responds. “I don’t give a fuck about that,” he pants. “I just want to throw you onto the bed and make you scream my name.”

“Hm,” you muse, moving your hands to his wrists. “Lucky for you, I’m in a giving mood.” Unlocking him, the metal cuffs clink to the floor and Jungkook bends suddenly, lifting you against him. You yelp, startled by the ease of him hoisting you into the air.

“Bed,” he grunts, carrying you backwards. Jungkook tosses you onto the mattress, a hungry gleam in his eyes while stripping free of his shirt. Jungkook stands naked before you, pressing one knee to the bed. “Spread those pretty legs,” he demands, biting his lip. “Unless you want to be cuffed to the frame.”

When your eyes brighten, Jungkook pauses, tilting his head in amusement. “You’re fucking filthy,” he chuckles, retreating to grab his cuffs from the floor. He does not waste time, grabbing your waist to deposit you at the headboard. Jungkook kisses you fiercely; warm and wanton while his tongue slips between lips.

One hand caresses your thigh, the other moving higher to graze over a nipple. Jungkook takes both your wrists in his hands, continuing to kiss while lifting your arms overhead. The click of metal greets your ears when he attaches the first cuff. The steel is cold against your skin; biting, while a shiver of pleasure runs down your spine.

At the second clink, you try to move and find you cannot. Your hands are lifted above you, touching with your back arched on the iron. Jungkook sits back on his heels, staring at you spread out before him. “Fuck,” he exhales, scooting closer. His hands slide down your thighs, pushing them slowly apart.

Lowering himself to the bed, Jungkook’s thumbs brush your clit – just once. A groan leaves your lips when he inserts a finger. Jungkook teases your body in a slow, wet circle before he withdraws to bring his hand to his lips. “Mm,” Jungkook sighs, mouth closing around his finger. “So delicious.”

You watch him, eyes glazed. Already, your core is drenched and you are sure Jungkook can see. He bends, fervently using his lips. His tongue touches the sensitive crux between thighs, darting out eagerly to have another taste. He licks, circling before he flattens and drags. The moan pulled from your body is embarrassing, tugging hard on the handcuffs when Jungkook buries himself in your legs. His arms hold you captive, preventing your hips from moving as his tongue continues, relentlessly licking your sex.

It is so hard not to move, since you want to grab on. You want to wind fingers into his hair, ride his face with your body and can barely restrain yourself from grinding messily upwards. Jungkook’s chuckle is the only noise in your ears – he looks up, lips wet with arousal. “Done?” he quips, the same question you teased him with earlier.

You narrow your eyes. “Keep going,” you exhale. “If you want to fuck me into the mattress.”

“Ah.” Bringing his hand to your sex, Jungkook slides two fingers inside to force a groan from your lips. “That’s what you want, is it? You want to be fucked from behind, ass in the air while my fingers circle your clit?” He curls both fingers upwards, sending you reeling. “That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, watching your expression. “Can you take more?”

Nodding, you gasp when Jungkook adds another finger. He stretches your walls, watching your lips part in a moan. Thumb rubbing your clit, he moves in small circles when your legs start to shake. “Jungkook,” you choke out, core tightening around him. “I’m going to come.”

“Good,” Jungkook continues, moving his fingers faster. “You don’t get uncuffed until you come. Come for me, baby.”

His pace increases, fingers burying themselves into you over and over. Rhythm building, your body shakes until you can no longer take it and come apart at the seams. Gasping his name, your orgasm shatters you whole – Jungkook’s fingers slow down, riding your waves until you lie panting, chest heaving on his bed as he smiles.

“Done?”

Feebly, you shake your head. “No,” you breathe, lifting your gaze. “Please, just fuck me, Jungkook.”

“Gladly,” Jungkook grins, leaning over to grab a condom from the table. Ripping this open, he rolls it onto himself and grabs the key to unlock your cuffs. Your hand falls to the bed – Jungkook surprises you by reattaching the cuff. He leaves you still bound, wrists shackled, but no longer onto the bed.

Pulling you close, Jungkook lowers your cuffed hands around his neck. “Don’t be afraid of leaving a mark,” he assures, thrusting into you.

You groan, losing control as Jungkook adjusts his body to yours. He withdraws and enters again, this time more slowly. Pulling down on his neck, your breath turns heavy when his cock stretches your walls. It feels so full like this – almost painfully so – with your body still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Noticing your expression, Jungkook slows the press of his hips.

He kisses you, slow, as you relax your body. Occasionally his hips twitch, needing to move; needing to feel you and lose himself in return – on the third time this happens, you feel your breath catching. Arching your hips upwards, you groan when he slides deeper. “Jungkook,” you mutter into his mouth. “Please go faster.”

He nods, forehead brushing yours as he withdraws. Jungkook hovers for a moment before he reenters. This time, it feels so indescribable that a groan curls from your toes. Jungkook’s lips drift across your neck, hips finding a steady rhythm inside you. His speed slows, torturous as he circles above you. When he finds a spot which makes you whimper, Jungkook repositions himself so he hits this every time. Over and over, you find yourself reduced to a writhing mess underneath him.

Locking your legs over his waist, you pull his ass into your frame. Jungkook’s lips crush yours, meeting your hips thrust for thrust. Clenching around him, you feel Jungkook start to lose it. “Harder,” you moan, loving it when he obeys. “Faster,” you demand, as the tempo increases.

Arms falling above, you arch your back on the bed. Jungkook’s hand slides to your throat – your eyes widen when he squeezes, but the lack of air is exciting. This, coupled with his cock, his hips brushing over your sex is just the right amount of danger and pleasure. The moan this brings is the loudest one yet, and you begin to see stars as your core tightens around him.

“Jungkook,” you gasp, already breaking apart. You find yourself unsure how much longer you can hold out against him. “I, I’m going to – ah! "

Jungkook fucks you harder, hips snapping upward as you break apart all around him. Everything goes black; you cannot see or feel, apart for him. When he lets go, the air returns in a rush and you pull him even closer, allowing Jungkook the last, final thrusts before he comes undone as well.

“Y/N,” he groans – a strangled mutter, before collapsing on top of you. His breath is heavy, chest sweaty while his cheeks flush with pleasure. You stare back, wondering if you look as fucked out as he does. Jungkook smiles, unable to stop as he withdraws from your body.

Removing the condom, Jungkook drops this into the trash and glances at you. The sheets are tangled around his waist and in response, you hold out both hands. Jungkook grins, seeing the harsh metal.

“Whoops,” he laughs, grabbing his keys to unlock you. Placing both key and cuffs on his table, Jungkook pulls you closer. He brings your wrists to his lips one by one, kissing the reddening skin.

“Come here,” he says, lying down on his bed. Sliding an arm around your torso, Jungkook pulls you closer to face him. He stares, almost nervous when he asks, “Will you stay?”

His eyes are large in his face, oddly sincere. Normally, you would not stay over. Usually, after a one-night stand, you find yourself wanting to be as far away from the location as possible – but for some reason, you falter. It could be how his thumb brushes your waist, how his lips curve against your forehead. You find yourself nodding and before you know it, are fast asleep in his arms, entwined beneath his sheets.

The next morning you wake with a start.

The light is early and groggy. You stare blankly at blinds before realizing there is a man wrapped around your waist. Cheeks heating, you recall the events of the previous night. At first, the memory sparks excitement. You recall the taste of Jungkook – his lips, gaze, the words spoken against the skin of your body. You remember how badly he wanted you.

Then your stomach sinks, as you remember why.

You made a bet with Kim Taehyung. The cold, certain knowledge makes you realize you need to leave. You cannot be here when Jungkook wakes up; you cannot look at him and explain that you lied. Because you did lie – even if you wanted him, you used Jungkook to pay off your debts and when he realizes this – exhaling shakily, you close your eyes.

You cannot be around for him to find out.

Quietly, you slip from beneath the sheets of his bed. Tugging on your clothes with slow, practiced movements, you make sure not to wake him. In the doorway you pause, staring at Jungkook’s sleeping form in the sunlight. He looks so peaceful like that, with his chest bare and soft. You know this cannot last, though. Not only because he is a police office, but that is one of the reasons.

He does not know who you are, any more than you do, him. This makes you walk away. Grabbing your purse as you go, you softly close the door of his bedroom.

Once in the hallway, you pause. You came in last night from the right – or, so you think. Scanning the hall, both ways look the same and honestly, you do not recall. Everything happened so fast,and you were distracted by Jungkook. Closing your eyes, you turn left and pad silently down the hall. You are in the middle of ordering an Uber when a throat clears itself from below.

“Holy... shit.”

Freezing in place, you recognize the source of the voice. Sure enough, when you look up, you see Taehyung staring back. He seems half-asleep, hair stuck up in the back and dressed in a plain, white bathrobe. His eyes widen in recognition, glancing down the hall from whence you came.

Slowly, a grin breaks over his face. “Well, fuck.” Taehyung laughs, clapping both hands together. “I can’t believe you actually slept with him, Y/N. Congrats on getting the kid’s dick wet. Damn, I thought you’d just leave, I didn’t think you’d actually fuck Kookie –"

A loud crash comes from behind you, as the door flies out and hits the brick wall. Jungkook races into the hall, jeans half-buttoned and skidding to a stop at the landing. When he sees Taehyung, he straightens, positioning himself in between you. It is like Jungkook seeks to protect you from Taehyung – but this makes no sense.

None of this makes sense. Honestly, you have no idea why a member of Bangtan is here, in the first place. Is Taehyung here to harass Jungkook? If so, why would he tease you into going home with him?

Shoving a hand through his hair, Jungkook stares Taehyung down. Oddly enough, he does not recoil at the sight of the member of Bangtan – he merely seems angry at the disturbance. “Fuck,” Jungkook hisses. “What did you say to her?”

Mouth dropping, your gaze darts between the two of them. The interaction unfolding makes no sense. “Do you,” you swallow, shaking your head. “Do you two know each other?”

Taehyung’s eyes brighten, moving from Jungkook to you. “Of course, Y/N,” he says, smile widening. A long moment passes, pausing for dramatic effect before stating, “Jungkook here – he’s Bangtan’s shadow.”

[ Masterlist ]

Author’s Note: Happy (belated) birthday Jungkook <3 To be continued.

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