#gummibearyoongi

[gummibearyoongi]

hold on, we’re going home | 3

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4

pairings: yoongi x reader

words: 3.4k

genre: smut, angst, fluff, romance

summary: After a night to celebrate the reclamation of Daegu from the hands of a rival mafia Jo-pok, Yoongi comes back to find that his wife has been kidnapped by them and held ransom for a very sinister and personal reason

a.k.a the mafia!au no one asked for

warnings: manic behavior, Jackson being crazy, Namjoon’s slightly an ass, partial nudity, violence, language

part 3: Let’s Go Home

Yoongi gazed at the screen with such intense concentration, that Jin, his teammate, gave him a confused look.

“Yoongi-ah, are you trying to absorb yourself into the video feed?” he asked, attempting to break the tension with a joking observation. Yoongi flashed him a dark glare, and Jin fell quiet. Yoongi was with Jin and his younger brother, Jungkook, in the main headquarters of the transport divisions. The security guard for the night was out ‘taking a walk’, enjoying the extra pocket money he now had. 500,000 won exactly.  

If the police found a member of the Jo-pok meddling in government headquarters, they would use it as an excuse to crack down on the gangs. Yoongi had to play his cards right.

Jin squinted at the grainy camera feed and exclaimed at something. ��Suga, look!”

Yoongi was startled, and took a closer look at the screen. Jin jabbed his finger at something in the corner, and he caught it. A car and a license plate.

 He mentally exhaled a sigh of relief. They had finally found a lead.

 Jungkook leaned forward, head tilting to the side. Yoongi could smell the cologne the two brothers wore, and it made his nose crinkle. He always thought Jin went overboard with his fashion choices, but he clearly hadn’t met his younger brother. Just shy out for college, Jungkook was nearly the same height as Jin, and held a magnetic presence like his brother. The truth was, they weren’t brothers by blood. Jungkook was adopted by the Kim family when he was only a baby, having lost his parents in a car crash. Jin’s mother took one look at him and decided that she couldn’t let him go. Jin had an older brother as well, but he was estranged from their activities. Jungkook filled the position as a little brother perfectly, and with the way how they both looked similar, no one could doubt that they weren’t real family.

They were both clad in long trench coats with turtlenecks. To anyone else, they would have appeared like rich students or classy young bankers; no one would suspect that they held body counts and blood on their hands. The only thing that marked them as Jo-pok was the small tattoo of a cross they sported under their left ear, easily hidden with a lock of hair. Yoongi had the same tattoo as well, prickling uncomfortably as a reminder of what was to come. 

“Jin-hyung, run the car plate and see if we can come up with any matches,” Yoongi ordered, and Jin nodded, conversing in low tones with Jungkook as the younger man brought out a laptop from the side of his carry-on bag, setting it on the table and typing quickly. Yoongi waited, counting the broken tiles under his feet as he held his breath.

A pair of footsteps outside alerted the three men that they had company, and Yoongi thrusted his hand into the pocket of his coat, fingers gripping the handle of his .45. He saw from the corner of his eye the brothers following suit, their gazes locked on the door, anticipating bloodshed. It was only Namjoon who appeared, uncharacteristic frown deepening when he saw them in the room.

Yoongi exhaled and released his grip on the gun, rocking back on his heels slightly. “Joon. What are you doing here?”

Namjoon raised a brow. “I could ask you the same thing.” He sounded royally pissed. “I was expecting this to be on the low. Did you know I had to bribe Inspector Chae to get him to shut up? Some officers were starting to suspect when they saw our cars out here.”

“We already have a lead,” Yoongi argued, unperturbed by his leader’s stoic expression.

“You better watch your mouth, Min Yoongi,” Namjoon said coolly. To anyone, it would sound like a statement, but Yoongi knew it was a threat. He snapped his mouth shut and directed his glare to the floor.

“I’m sorry, leader.”

Namjoon sighed. For the second time tonight, he had to make a choice. “Yoongi, I know how much Y/N means to you, but I can’t have the Wang Jo-pok and the police on our tail. We just took back Daegu and I don’t want this distraction to make us lose that foothold.”

Namjoon was no longer that kind friend he met on the street who told him to be careful; he was the hardened young Jo-pok leader now. 

Yoongi understood where his leader was coming from, but he couldn’t just abandon you. He folded his arms and leveled a surly look to Namjoon. “Leader, with all due respect, Y/N means more than that. If you were in my position, what would you do?”

“Yoongi, you misunderstand me,” Namjoon reiterated forcefully. “I’m not saying that Y/N isn’t worth it, I’m telling you to watch your fucking back. I can’t be the one to always save you–”

“Really, Namjoon?” Yoongi growled, taking everyone in the room by surprise. “I took care of you when your father passed away. I was by your side the whole time in Daegu. I sacrificed so much for you and you can’t even help me get my wife back?”

Namjoon narrowed his eyes, and Yoongi immediately regretted his outburst. Pin drop silence enveloped the four men, and he could sense Jin and Jungkook share a look. They weren’t as close to Namjoon as he was. Yoongi was more than just the young Kim leader’s right-hand man – he was his best friend. He could tell that the two brothers were uncomfortable and if it came to their leader’s orders, they couldn’t – wouldn’t – hesitate to put a bullet in his head.

The leader in question inhaled deeply, as if centering himself before he spoke. “I’m sorry, I forgot how much you’ve helped me. But, I wash my hands from this mission. It’s all on you. I can’t expand anymore manpower on this when I have the police and the Wangs to handle.”

He made to leave, but turned, looking as if he was struggling to say something. Instead, Namjoon shook his head and stalked out from the room, leaving the three men in stark silence, and his words unsaid. 

Jungkook cleared his throat, breaking the ice, as he swiveled the laptop screen towards Yoongi. “Hyung, I managed to track the car plate to a place in Gyeongju. It just passed the toll and shouldn’t be too far from here. If we leave now, we could still catch the interception signal.”

Yoongi nodded curtly. “Thanks, Jungkook.”

Jin shrugged. “Well, if you ever need backup, we don’t have anything to do.” The older brother looked towards the younger, and he just nodded.

“I’d rather fight than play Overwatch,” Jungkook admitted.

“Aish Kook, that’s cause your account got suspended again,” Jin jabbed, and his younger brother flushed.

“I could use the help,” Yoongi accepted, cutting short their bickering and gestured with his chin towards the door. “Load up and I’ll meet you at the park and ride before the highway.”

Jin seemed to be ruminating on something, and he surrendered to the curiosity. “Yoongi-ah. What about Namjoon?”

Yoongi’s jaw tightened in annoyance. “You heard him. He doesn’t care what happens as long as we don’t alert the police and directly fight the Wangs.”

Jungkook pursed his lips. “But, we will be fighting the Wangs. We don’t know how many men are in this abduction case.”

“We won’t attack yet,” Yoongi said. “We’ll check their fortifications and see how many men they have. Strategy is the key here.” He noted how quiet Jungkook was and took pity on the kid. He had just turned twenty, and Yoongi remembered how lost he had been at that age. That was before he met you, a serendipitous meeting in Ikea when you accidentally bumped into him and he fell in love with you the moment you bowed in mortification at your clumsiness.

“You could always go back and play Overwatch,” Yoongi commented, giving him an out.

Jin agreed with the younger man. “Yah. You don’t have to if you don’t want, Kookie.”

To their combined surprise, Jungkook scoffed. “Overwatch ain’t got nothing on the real thing.”

Yoongi spared him a smirk, and walked out the room, making sure to avoid any wandering eyes that could be lingering around. Jin and Jungkook followed behind, closing the door inconspicuously, as they made their way to the car park.

He entered the car with purpose, determined to find you. I’m coming, baby.

 “Are you sure this is where her signal ended?” Yoongi demanded.

“I’m pretty sure,” Jungkook said, as he peered back at the computer screen, making sure that he had pinpointed the right place where he suspected you were being kept. Forty minutes of driving had led them to this unspecified area. Yoongi glanced at the warehouse looming in front of him, a dull grey that blended ominously with its surroundings. The quiet was starting to unnerve him, and he kept his attention peeled at the front door, as if anticipating that someone might walk through. The wind whistled through the crack of the car window in a high pitch, whipping the front of his bangs into casual disarray.

Jin was patting himself down, checking on his guns and ammo. Jungkook was peering through a pair of binoculars, documenting every bit of movement he could find under his breath.

“I see two people. One’s on a chair and the other’s standing.”

Yoongi swiped the binoculars from him as he trained his eyes on the scene. He could only make out the silhouette of those two people, and it appeared that the younger man was right. “It could be anyone,” he mumbled, and darted his gaze above the floors, but there didn’t seem to be any other signs of life.

“It looks like there’s only those two,” he announced, and Jin snorted.

“Two people? Sounds like a piece of cake.”

Yoongi mashed his lips together. He knew two people was a lucky shot, but he had to be careful. One of those could be you, and he didn’t want to accidentally maim his own wife.

“Hyung, there are three exits around the perimeter,” Jungkook informed. “We can each take one and go in at the same time. It would lead us to the main unit where we saw those two figures.”

“Good call.” The youngest man was proving to be an asset, and even Jin was impressed.

Yoongi loaded his pockets with ammo and clutched his trusty .45 Glock close, determined not to make a sound as he let the car door close on itself. The two brothers kept near to him, each of them taking one route. Yoongi tested the door he was assigned to, and noticed that the locks were rusted and old. It didn’t take much to break it, the chains slithering down to the ground with a dull thud, coiling around his feet like a dead snake. 

Through the shared feed, he heard Jungkook muttering that he was in, with Jin giving his second confirmation.

“The locks are pretty old,” Jin mumbled.

“No kidding,” Jungkook scoffed. “This whole place looks like it’s going to collapse on itself.”

Yoongi stayed alert for a sign of you, and when he heard a stuttering cough from behind the corner, he knew he had found you.

“I hear someone,” he said.

“I do, too,” Jin whispered, “Someone’s coughing.”

“…Y-yes.”

Yoongi’s blood boiled, and he almost burst from his hiding place, the sound of your hoarse voice filling him with dread and anger so potent that he wanted to attack instantly; damn all consequences.

“I found her,” he breathed. You choked back a sob, and the sound pierced through his chest, breaking his heart.

“…please…”

The young Jo-pok member couldn’t take it anymore. He switched his safety off, the clicking sound loud in the cavernous room and emerged from his hiding place, wearing a terrifying glare like an angel of destruction.

It wasn’t a pleasant experience being under Jackson’s care. Your ex was pushy, hovering over you as he forced you to drink, his reasoning being that your lips looked ‘a little too dry’. He sighed for the third time this evening and fixed you with a glare.

“I swear Y/N, it’s like you’re trying to make this intentionally hard for yourself,” he murmured, eyes flashing dangerously.

He shoved the bottle into your mouth and clamped down on your throat, forcing you to drink until you choked, head jerking forward and sputtering water onto the cement floor, coughing violently to expel the water from your lungs. You wheezed and blinked tears from your eyes, attempting to keep him in sight in case he tries another time.

Jackson kneeled and gently wiped the water from your upper lip. “See? It wasn’t that bad, wasn’t it, jagi?”

You narrowed your eyes, throat raw and voice hollow as you said, “Y-yes.”

A satisfied smile broke across his face, and he stood up, pleased. “We’re getting on well. Are you hungry?”

Afraid that he was going to shove food down your throat, you nodded, eyes wide and beseeching.

“Okay,” he chuckled, and walked behind you, where you heard a bag unzipping and the sound of a wrapper crunching. He appeared once more, and fed you bits of a sweet muffin, making sure to wipe your lips after each bite. You kept your eyes down, trying not to let the tears fall as you swallowed every bitter morsel of food he placed in your mouth.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, leaning in close. You shut your eyes when he pressed a kiss onto your lips. It made you feel nothing, and all you wanted was to lash out at him, but you kept your anger under wraps. There wasn’t any use making him angry only to put yourself in danger.

He released your lips and your whispered, “please,” sounded pathetic even to your own ears.

A loud clicking sound ricocheted across the room, and you flinched. Jackson snapped to his feet, and you glanced up to find a familiar figure making his way across the floor to you, gaze blazing with anger.

Your mouth fell open and a relieved cry escaped your throat. “Yoongi!”

It was a flurry of movement that left you disorientated, before you felt the cold barrel of a gun pressed to your head. Jackson moved like the snake his Jo-pok represented, and turned the tides quickly.

Yoongi lowered his weapon, throwing Jackson a glare that could incinerate him from that distance. You whimpered when the barrel dug deeper into your temple, and your breath stuttered when he switched the safety off.

“Take one more step close, and I’ll blow her brains out,” he warned.

“Jackson Wang,” Yoongi grunted.

He looked to your husband, and back to you, eyes widening in shock. “Fuck Y/N, you didn’t tell me you were married to another Jo-pok member.”

You merely leveled him a glare.

“Well, isn’t this just perfect,” Jackson said, with a grin on the verge of a maniacal breakdown. He jerked his gaze back to Yoongi, who was muttering something under his breath. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” he asked, instead of replying to Jackson.

Jackson clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “One more time you talk to her like I’m not here and I’ll have you licking her blood from the floor.”

The threat was enough for Yoongi to pay him attention. “What the fuck do you want?”

Jackson seemed to be placing Yoongi from somewhere, and his gaze sparked with recognition. “Ah, yes. I know why you look so familiar. You’re Namjoon’s bitch, aren’t you? The one that asks, ‘how high?’ when he tells you to jump. Suga.”

Yoongi bristled, raising his gun. “You talk big yourself for a bastard who doesn’t have a leader.”

Jackson’s eyes flashed. “I quite remember your leader decapitating his head. But, if you ever make it out alive, let Namjoon know that I give him my thanks. It was the fastest promotion I have ever gotten in my life.”

Yoongi’s listless gaze narrowed with surprise. “You’re the new Jo-pok leader?”

The other man’s grin grew lazy. “Killing my brother wasn’t really the best idea, huh?”

You understood that this was big news. It was no secret that the second Wang brother was a little unhinged, and that Jackson’s older brother was the diplomat who wouldn’t shed blood if territories were respected. Now with his death, it was a war brewing. One wrong move would bring the two Jo-poks to a head. You prayed that Yoongi would make a calculated decision.

“Why my wife?” he growled.

“Oh, didn’t she tell you?” Jackson drawled, sounding comically surprised. “She was married to me before. I’m merely recollecting what was mine.”

You could hear Yoongi’s breath stuttering, and you quickly shook your head. “N-No! It’s not—he’s not telling the truth—”

The sharp dig of the barrel rendered you mute, and you communicated with your eyes, hoping that your husband would understand.

“You know what they say, Suga,” he started, with a cocky smirk. “One man should never touch another man’s whore.”

That seemed to be the signal, as two more figures appeared on the scene. A click of a gun and there was a loud explosion, Jackson’s body crumpling to the ground, as warm blood splattered onto your face, hot and steaming, copper scent filling your nose. You screamed, eyes squeezing shut instinctively, as you heard a scuffle in front of you. 

Yoongi was the first to reach you, as he cupped your face, wiping the blood from your cheek. “Baby, baby, it’s me,” he breathed, and you opened your eyes, whimpering when you saw that he was unharmed.

He worked quickly on the ropes binding you, and the moment you were free, you launched yourself into his arms.

“B-baby, you can’t b-believe him. W-we broke up ages ago and h-he was lying,” you tried to explain between sobs. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing his face in your hair.

“Jagi, jagi,” he whispered repeatedly, running his hands down your back, trying to absorb as much of you as possible.

You lifted his face and smash your mouth on his, the kiss as desperate as it was jubilant. Yoongi held you like you were a porcelain doll, careful not to break you into pieces.

A cough came from behind, and you were both reminded that you weren’t alone. You pulled back first, caressing his face, as you drew in a shuddering breath.

Yoongi glanced past your shoulders, and you turned your head. You only recognized Jin from your husband’s group of friends, but you didn’t know who the other man was.

He helped you up, and when he saw that you were almost half naked, unzipped his bomber jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. The two other men turned their gazes away out of respect, and when you were decently dressed, they looked towards you, assessing you for any injuries.

“Y/N,” Jin said with a bright smile, like there wasn’t a man bleeding on the ground in front of him. “Have you met my younger brother? Jungkook, this is Y/N. Y/N, Jungkook.”

You meet the younger man’s gaze and nodded your greetings. He gave you an awkward wave.

“Okay, now back to the task at hand – is he dead?” Jin said, bracing himself on one knee as he pressed two fingers onto Jackson’s pulse. There was a ghastly wound on his right shoulder where the bullet had pierced through, leaking blood onto the floor.

“He’s still alive,” Jin grunted, rolling his eyes. “Great shot, Yoongi.”

Your husband raised a brow. “You heard Namjoon. We don’t want a turf war on our hands.”

“I think it was a good shot,” Jungkook commented, shrugging.

“Should we call the police?” you asked, pensively gazing at your ex.

“No,” Yoongi said, a little too quickly. “We should just leave him here. He’ll survive on his own.”

Jin pursed his lips and nodded. “Sounds like a good plan.”

“Should we let them know that it was us?”

Yoongi rummaged in his jeans pocket until he found a crumpled piece of paper, smoothing it out and placing it on Jackson’s rising chest. It was the Wang clan’s insignia, placed into an almost comical way on their leader’s unconscious body.

You pressed yourself closer to Yoongi, and he drew you into his side.

“Come on, jagi,” he said, sounding utterly exhausted. “Let’s go home.”

You have never been more relieved in your whole life at the word ‘home.’

A/N: Things will be heating up in the next chapter, so stay tuned 😉😉