#hoesok mafia

[yeh-kaali-kaali-ankhein]

Its been a long time since I have been scared of kim seokjin

I need mafia seokjin recos please

[sopebubbles]

Chapter Eleven

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you’ve gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you’re far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can’t seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they’d do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

A/n: I'm sorry this update is a little shorter than the others! I think thematically it made sense to separate them this way. Also I swear I did not mean to post this on beastie-writes 😪 so I'm sorry if that threw anybody off! I made the update and saw my draft was saved under the wrong name and didn't want to start over. The other chapters will continue on sopebubbles!

A/n 2: I am re-posting this chapter because t*mblr did a t*mblr thing and deleted @/beastie-writes, where this chapter was originally posted. It's not new. Now back to our regular programing.

Warnings: angst and lots of feeling (hopefully good ones too!!)

Word count: 3.8K

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It was easy to fall into a routine at the Bangtan house. You’d wake up in the morning, grab something to eat and chat with Jungkook by the poolside before he left with Namjoon to fulfill their duties. Then you’d “go for a walk” around the house. You told yourself that this was to wear off some of your excess energy and become familiar with the grounds in case you needed to escape, but the fact that your walk ended every day with you finding Yoongi was not lost on either of you. 

Yoongi was endeared to see the way you would shuffle and stare at your feet, asking him what he was up to when what you really wanted was to sit on the couch and watch dramas together. You may not have wanted to take him away from his work or maybe you just weren’t in the habit of asking for what you wanted, but regardless of you never expressing your wish, Yoongi was always happy to be the first one to offer.

“Do you want to finish watching that drama from yesterday?” he’d ask, watching your face brighten as you’d nod eagerly. “Lemme finish up here and you can go grab Jimin.”

And you would. Because their roles rarely required them to leave the grounds, Jimin and Yoongi became your natural drama buddies. Every afternoon you’d pile on the couch together while Yoongi gathered snacks. They always seemed to be able to spare a couple of hours for you. Even Jimin, who at first seemed apprehensive around you, was showing signs of enjoying your company.

Jimin started sitting closer to you on the couch and offering you some of his snacks. He liked to look up fan theories on his phone while you guys watched and would often share them with you and ask your opinion about them after each episode. 

But Jimin noticed the way you never closed the distance when you sat near him on the couch, how you kept your muscles tense even as Yoongi catered to you. There was a calculation in your movements so that even as you were at-ease in your body language, you were never quite relaxed. Jimin wondered if he was contributing to your tension. He thought he was demonstrating his acceptance of you, but maybe he needed to do more.

“Val, do you want to cuddle?” Jimin asked one afternoon while you were both waiting for Yoongi to bring snacks.

The question caught you completely by surprise, your face heating with embarrassment, “I…um…”

“You don’t have to,” Jimin added nonchalantly. “I just thought it would help.”

“What would help?” Yoongi asked, setting the popcorn down in front of you.

“Us cuddling with Val.”

“And that would help with what exactly?” You kept your face to the paused screen in front of you, not trusting yourself to look at either of the men giving you their full attention.

Jimin shrugged, “You just hold yourself like someone who’s been rejected, but we’re not rejecting you. So I thought maybe us holding you would make you realize we’re not rejecting you.”

Yoongi chuckled awkwardly. Jimin’s brand of matter-of-fact honesty always toed the line of refreshing and uncomfortable. Jimin was sharply attuned to people’s body language, but not in predicting how his words could make other people feel. “There’s no pressure. You don’t have to,” Yoongi offered kindly, giving you an out.

“It…it might be nice,” you whispered shyly. You thought back to the tender touches and closeness you shared with Taehyung and how nice it used to feel. But back then, it always led to something more. “Only cuddling, right?”

“If that’s what you want,” Jimin shrugged again, leaving the implication that you could want more hanging in the air.

“Only cuddling. And if you want to stop, just tell us you want to stop,” Yoongi assured.

“Okay,” you agreed, feeling awkward about what to do next.

Jimin scooted closer to you, tapping on his chest, “Go ahead, snuggle up. I’m softer than Yoongi-hyung.”

Yoongi scoffed and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you as you curled up against Jimin’s chest. He was comfy and warm, smelling of clean laundry as he let his arm hang lazily around you.

“You can lay out your legs across mine,” Yoongi suggested, scooting closer to you and Jimin. You were still a little worried as you stretched yourself across Yoongi, but he gave you a reassuring pat. “It’s like I have a Val blanket,” he giggled.

You could have laughed at that too, lost in the giddiness of how cozy you felt. But instead, you hummed in acknowledgement, already being lulled by Jimin’s heartbeat and the warmth of his chest. 

Jimin glanced down to see you completely slack against him, eyes heavy as your breath evened. He smirked, satisfied that he had finally gotten you to relax as he started to play with your hair, earning a happy sigh from you. 

>>>>

“You look rested,” Jin mentioned, as he finished chopping up some green onion. His usual “Kiss the Cook” apron was tied around him while he reached for mushrooms to chop. 

Your stomach swirled with uneasiness as you thought back to how you fell asleep on Jimin’s chest during your afternoon cuddle session. You’d woken up to a gentle nudge from Yoongi, your fists clenched tightly in Jimin’s shirt and a small drool stain where you had rested your head on Jimin’s chest. Jimin was unbothered, and rather amused to see how relaxed you had been, but the thought of you letting go of your well-practiced control, even for a moment, unsettled you. You made a quick apology and excused yourself to help Seokjin, who had started the habit of coming over to make dinner in the evenings. 

“What’re you making?” You asked, pointedly ignoring his comment and hopping up on the stool across from him.

“Doenjang-jjigae,” Jin answered with a happy hum, expertly cutting up the vegetables in front of him. Having watched him for several days now, this was not the first time you wondered what other skills Jin wielded with a knife.

“Jjigae? Is that stew?” You guessed.

Jin nodded, “It’s made with a soy-bean paste. It’s a pretty common dish.”

You gave a thoughtful hum, but said nothing more.

“Is something bothering you?” Jin asked, combining the vegetables together. “Normally by this point you’re asking how you can help and taking it upon yourself to add seasoning to everything. Yesterday I nearly had to wrestle you to the ground to prevent you from dumping a whole tub of gochujang into the japchae.”

“Gochujang is good though,” you grumbled, poking at a bit of mushroom that rolled across the counter.

“Yaeya, dong-uihae! But the secret to good japchae is the right balance of soy sauce and brown sugar and I have been perfecting that balance for decades.”

“You’re not that old.”

“I started young. Do you think I let my mother eat bad japchae after I was conceived? No! She had terrible morning sickness because of me and lots of bad japchae,” Seokjin was basically shouting as he dumped the vegetables into the bubbling broth.

You laughed heartily, hands covering your face at Jin’s overzealousness. With a spirit like his, you imagine his mother probably did get indigestion.

“Why’re you always coming over here to cook dinner if you have your own place?” You asked once your laughter subsided.

“I asked you a question first.”

“I’m ignoring it.”

Seokjin shrugged as if to say “suit yourself”  before responding, “Namjoon asked me to. He wants to make sure you stay well-nourished and I’m the best cook in the bunch, so…” he gestured openly with his arms, “here I am.”

“No offense, but you don’t really seem like the type to follow orders,” you mused.

“None taken,” he replied, focusing now on on the slow-cooked beef from the oven. The smells in the kitchen were starting to blend together and permeate the air, making your stomach rumble inaudibly. “There’s no shame in following orders. Plus, I get to enjoy your company.”

You pouted, unsatisfied and hungry, “I don’t believe you.”

“That there’s no shame in following orders or that I enjoy your company?”

“Both.”

“Well, the most powerful thing you can do is believe you have power in the first place; regardless of if you’re on the giving or receiving end of orders,” Seokjin explained, putting the beef into the stew and lowering the temperature on the stove to a simmer. You grunted, still not impressed. Power was power in your mind. You either took what was yours or you didn’t. “And as far as your company,” Seokjin continued. “It’s a tragedy you’re the last to know, but you’re kinda cool to hang out with.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed. “All I do is sit around all day.”

Seokjin’s eyes widened dramatically and, putting a hand to his mouth, he gasped in mock-horror, “I hadn’t considered that. I guess I am having a terrible time.”

“Cállate, pendejo,” you laughed.

“Once I figure out what that means, I’ll have a very witty comeback,” Seokjin grinned, wagging a finger at you. “Go get the others, dinners ready.”

>>>>>>>

You wouldn’t want to admit it, but you enjoyed the cacophony of the Bangtan dinner table. So often you were left to eat dinner either by yourself or, on rare occasions, with Joaquin, that you weren’t sure how everyone could be so noisy and chew their food at the same time. Even just the hums and moans they made as they ate and complimented the food made the meals loud even without active conversation. It seemed like every meal was the best meal they ever ate. And to be fair, every meal was delicious. Perhaps Seokjin really was the best cook in the bunch, though you hadn’t tried everyone else’s cooking to compare it.

You liked to sit next to Yoongi during dinner. Partly because Yoongi was good at loading your plate while explaining what you were eating and how to eat it. But mostly because, even if you were still embarrassed from earlier, Yoongi always had a way of making you feel safe and unjudged.

“Keep your thumb steady and only move your pointer finger. And remember, we have forks,” Yoongi advised as he watched your kimchi sliding off your chopsticks again and again.

“She’s got it, she’s got it,” Hoseok chanted in Korean. You were sticking your tongue out a bit in concentration, studying carefully with furrowed brows as the red piece of cabbage made it to your lips. The entire table erupted in applause and you scooted your chair back to stand up and take a bow.

“To Val!” Namjoon cheered, raising a shot glass of soju, the other men echoing “To Val!” as they downed their shot.

When you plopped back into your chair, you reached for Yoongi’s hand on the table and while everyone was laughing and carrying on you whispered, “Thank you for always looking out for me, Oppa.”

Your heart swelled while you watched his ears turn red, “Always,” he whispered back, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. 

The dinner continued on in a light-hearted, joyous mood with little talk of Bangtan’s work life or your dire predicament. You tried to let yourself be lulled by the conversation, but the unease you were familiar with was back, bubbling up through your stomach and clawing its way to your throat. You kept quiet though, looking out over the table, listening to the blend of Korean and English around you, wondering when they might confront you about earning your keep or when they might get sick of taking care of you and ask you to leave. No one could really be that impressed with your ability to use chopsticks. It was silly and stupid and everyone else could do it anyway, so why did they need to pretend on your behalf? Were they setting you up for something? Trying to gain your trust? You became acutely aware of how you had slumped in your chair and were no longer contributing to the conversation. Were you killing the mood? Were the boys aware of how untrusting you were? Would they care? Your eyes settled on the empty spot where Taehyung still failed to show up for dinner. He wasn’t there because you didn’t want to see him. You knew that. You had asked for this space and he was giving it to you. It was kind, more kind than you were used to or expected. Everything here was. But why did it feel ominous now? Where was the catch?

“Excuse me,” you said, standing up with a polite smile before you finished your plate. “Everything was delicious, Seokjin, thank you.”

If anyone noticed the way your mood was faltering, no one said anything. Seokjin had been laughing at something Hoseok was telling him when he passively said, “My pleasure! It’s nice to have your moral support in the kitchen.”

“Do you need me to get you anything?” Yoongi asked, searching your face for an explanation as to why you were leaving early.

“I’m good, Oppa,” You lied. “Just a little tired.”

Yoongi nodded, “I’ll clean up your plate. Don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you.”

It felt like miles before you got to your bed, but when you finally reached it, you buried your face into a pillow and let yourself cry.

>>>

The light from outside your bedroom shone underneath the door creating dramatic shadows from the furniture in the room. Sitting up slowly, you blinked and rubbed your puffy eyes. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep but you were grateful that it was dreamless. Unfortunately, it meant that you would have an even harder time falling back to sleep. You sighed, the heaviness of your emotions had subsided but the echo of them was still there. You let yourself be ebbed by the flow of your aimless thoughts until your mind found itself back to when you had napped earlier that day. Between Yoongi and Jimin. Against Jimin’s chest. There was no pressure or expectation in listening to Jimin breathe and the way he and Yoongi avoided clinging to you made you feel secure in the fact that you could leave whenever you wanted. It was nice and you missed it. It was warm and you wanted more.

Before you could chastise yourself for being greedy, you left the room quickly to find Jimin. You told yourself, at the very least, you could apologize for drooling on his shirt earlier. Lucky for you, no one was around as you made your way to the basement, so you could avoid explaining your true motives.

When you approached the door, you heard gunfire and shouting. Jimin was clearly yelling at his TV. You knocked on Jimin’s door tentatively.

“Fuck this, man.” Jimin grumbled from the other side of the door. The noises from the action sequence stopped suddenly as he called, “Come in!”

“I think you’re loosing your touch–” another voice teased as you opened the door to see Jimin leaning back on his couch, game controller to his left as he idly played with Taehyung’s hair and watched you come in. It took you a second to register what you were seeing. Taehyung was stretched out on the couch, head in Jimin’s lap, game controller in hand. Neither of them were wearing shirts and their sweatpants hung low around their hips. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before, but you still looked away. “Sorry, if I’m interrupting something…” you trailed off, rubbing your arm to get rid of the goosebumps.

“No, no,” Taehyung shot off of Jimin’s lap and to his feet. “I’m sorry. I can leave, it’s getting late anyway–”

“It’s okay,” you said, finding his eyes to show him you meant it. “You can stay. It’s, um…Nice to see you.” Even this small confession left your heart aching in your chest. After everything that happened, you hoped Taehyung didn’t hate you, but you also hoped you wouldn’t have to explain yourself tonight. “Please stay.”

Jimin watched the two of you, not sure of what to make of the exchange. He ultimately decided it wasn’t his responsibility to figure out why the two of you looked so uncomfortable, so instead he said, “Did you need something?”

“I just wanted to apologize for earlier,” you answered, sheepishly. Now that you were actually in Jimin’s space, your plan felt very silly. 

“What happened earlier?” Jimin said, confused. He was genuinely unaware of something you had done wrong and you had never visited him before, so all of this seemed highly uncalled for.

“When I drooled on you…” You replied, feeling more and more embarrassed by the moment.

“Oooh,” Jimin realized. “Oh that? It’s fine. Sometimes people drool when they’re relaxed. I think it’s kind of nice.”

“Did you guys play together?” Taehyung asked, trying to hide his shock.

“Play together?” You echoed, having no idea what Taehyung meant.

“Nah, she fell asleep on my chest and drooled on my shirt,” Jimin said easily. “I have an extra controller. Do you want to play with us?”

You looked at the screen with the words Call of Duty across the top, “I’ve never played video games before.”

“This wouldn’t be a good one to start with then,” Jimin thought out loud. “You guys should sit down. I’m gonna get the Switch so we can play Mario Kart. I’ll be right back.”

Jimin stretched as he stood up, cracking his neck as he did so, and briskly walked out of the room, leaving you and a shirtless Taehyung standing in the middle of the room, dim lighting letting the weight of each other’s presence be known.

“Are you sure it’s okay if I stay?” Taehyung asked hesitantly.

“Yes, but could you put on a shirt please?”

“Right,” Taehyung said, suddenly embarrassed. You turned your eyes to him, watching as his white tshirt fell loosely over his tanned shoulders, hiding away the muscles in his back that you once knew so well. That ache you had returned again and you were suddenly desperate for being held. Your emotions bubbled up to your throat as you struggled to swallow them back, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to be soothed. 

Taehyung’s heart broke as he turned back to look at you. You were only a few feet in front of him and closer than you had been in weeks, but standing there, looking so small as you held yourself away from him, he thought you were farther than ever. He wanted to kiss you again and keep you safe in his arms. He wanted to explain that when he called you his before it was only because his heart knew it found its missing piece when he met you and that he was wrong to think of himself as entitled to you and he was sorry he ever did. He was a monster in your life while you were the light in his and he was so, so sorry.

When Jimin walked into the room, he noticed that you were both on the brink of tears. He knew that you both had history with one another, but he wasn’t quite sure what could cause such a reaction when neither of you had even been talking to each other.

“Do you guys need to hug?” Jimin suggested.

“Um..” You knew your answer before Jimin had even asked the question, every nerve in your body was begging for it. 

Jimin narrowed his eyes like he had formed some conclusion while observing you, “I think you guys need to hug.”

“Please,” you had barely gotten the word out when Taehyung closed the distance and wrapped his arms around you. Breathing in the familiar scent broke the last defense you had in protecting yourself from your emotions. You nuzzled into his chest and let the tears fall from your face, feeling a wetness against your shoulder as Taehyung buried his face in your neck.

Taehyung tried not to squeeze you too tight despite the overwhelming sense of relief he felt with having you in his arms. He told himself that even if this was all you were willing to give him for the rest of your life, he would accept it. He would never again ask for more than what you were willing to give. His shoulders shook as he wept against you and eventually he felt you rubbing his back, still not moving away or asking him to let go.

Jimin was content to let the moment continue for as long as you both needed, seeing that there was a lot that you guys needed to process even if neither of you had words for it yet. 

Eventually, your tears had stopped and you whispered gentle shushing against Taehyung, feeling warmth spread throughout your body at feeling the weight of him in your arms. Slowly, he pulled himself away from you, looking down at you with a sense of wonder that you hoped you returned in kind. Whatever the embrace had done for you, it appeared Taehyung had needed it just as desperately.

“Do you guys still want to play Mario Kart?” Jimin asked, already moving to set up the switch as if you had said yes.

You giggled wetly, still high from your relief, “Sure.”

Taehyung also laughed, a little awkwardly as he ran his fingers through his hair, “Yeah, that sounds fun.”

Jimin turned back to the two of you, noticing something he had missed before, “Do I need to put on a shirt too?”

“If you don’t mind,” You said.

“I’ll wear a fuzzy shirt so you can lay against me again,” Jimin announced. “I think you like cuddling.”

You had experienced too many emotions today to be embarrassed anymore or try to deny it, so instead you nodded, “I think you’re right.” You turned to Taehyung. “You’ll stay and cuddle too, right?”

Taehyung could have cried again if he hadn’t already drained himself of all of it. He sniffled, happily, “If you want me to.”

“I want you to,” You assured, taking his hand and leading him over to the couch. Jimin plopped on the other side of you, wearing a fuzzy black sweater. You were all snuggled up together, you leaning into Jimin and Taehyung leaning into you. Your leg was trapped between Taehyung’s body and the couch but you wouldn’t complain. You didn’t want anything to change. 

Chipper music began as the start menu loaded, looking at the tiny controller in your hand, you couldn’t help your fit of laughter.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” you said, not sure if you meant the game or in general.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin said, quickly making selections on the screen before you were able to choose your own character. “We’ll help you.”

[grudge-core]

Checkmate pt.3

tag: Brutal, betrayal, mafia

tropes: angst, enemies to enemies.

pairing: Jeon Jungkook x reader

PART 1/PART 2/PART 3

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The crime scene investigation scene reached there with Hoseok as people started to crowd the place I was talking to the cat-looking guy Min Yoongi "Sir did you spot someone suspicious?" I asked him and took out my small notebook and a pen "I didn't and I was inside my house with my friends" he said nonchalantly "What are their names, sir?" I asked, "Why do you want to know?" I gave him the 'really ni**a' look and he said "Whatever their name is Park Seon-jin and joo hee sung" he said "Okay thank you you may go now" I closed my notebook and said "If you see something suspicious please inform on this number" I gave him a card "yeah yeah whatever" he walked away with his hands on his pocket and I scoffed "what are rude guy" I mumbled then I walked over to Hoesok "take the blood sample and run some DNA test on them and also this mask" I gave him the mask "this is one creepy looking mask" he said "I know right" then my phone started to ring I took out the phone from my pocket and looked at the caller ID it was my mom, I picked it "is everything okay?" I asked her "Young lady why aren't you at the house right now?" she asked angrily, I rolled her eyes at her nosiness "I am at a crime scene Mom for goodness sake and I'm literally 26 years old, stop babying me" I said getting a little angry "I don't care wherever you are I want you home this instant" she shouted "It isn't safe for a woman to be out so late, especially when you wear that kind of clo-" I cut her off "there is nothing wrong with my cloths, and I'm a fucking detective and goddamn adult. stop being so fucking nosy Mom, and I can protect myself" I snapped at her and cut her phone, I went back to the crime scene and so everybody was almost done. I sighed as I sat inside the car with Hoseok and rubbed the temple of my nose as we drove away.

On our way, my phone started to ring again and this time it was an unknown number, I picked it up "Hello?" I asked "Hello there y/n" I immediately nudged Hoseok Hyung and put the phone on speaker "Who is this?" I said "That's for you to figure out..." he said creepily "Who the fuck is this?" I said angrily "You shouldn't have talked to your mother like that detective.....what if you never see her again" My eyes widen as I shouted "IF YOU LAY A FUCKING FINGER TIP ON HER I'LL KILL YOU" Hoseok hyung turned the car around and started to drive to my house "oh please like you can ever catch me" his voice darkened as I heard some giggles in the background "I swear if this is a joke-" "you would find my location and arrest me and all that shit," he said nonchalantly and cut the phone "shit!" I grumbled as we reach my parent's house I got out of the car and ran to the front door I banged on the door violently and my mother opens the door "Why are you bangi-" I hugged her and cupped her face "Did that asshole hurt you? are you okay? I looked at her face "Woah woah sweetheart calm down...what happened" I sighed as I hugged my mom again "Nothing Mom.....I'm sorry for talking to you like that...I was stressed out"

(THERE YOU GO PEOPLE ENJOY!!)

P.S: [18/3/2024] I'm discontinuing this

[justoneday-namjoonii]

It burns, doesn't it? [pt. 11]

Genre/au: Mafia!au, Mature, Fluff, Angst. Violence and all that good mafia stuff. Warning: Depictions of graphic torture and brief/mentioned sexual assault. This story contains graphic imagery, mental health problems, mature subject matter, improper drug usage, suggestive language, self-medication, crude/unnerving behavior, toxic coping, intensity, bloodshed. If you’re easily triggered, please proceed with caution or don’t proceed.

Members: Jungkook x Yoongi x Namjoon x Jin x Hoseok x Jimin x Taehyung  Feat. Got7

Summary: Why am I hurting alone? Why am I in love alone?

authors note: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ means flashback ....nd omg it’s finally out. Im trying to try new gifs for characters highlighted chapters...

| Prologue | Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7 | Pt. 8 | Pt. 9 | Pt. 10 | Pt. 11 | P. 12 | Pt. 13 | Pt. 14 | Pt. 15 |

The moment when you realizes that things will never be the same is bittersweet. As children we rely on the things around us to remain the way they are, young minds don't quite understand the concept of change yet we're impulsive and oblivious to cause and effect. it’s human instinct to crave structure and stability, even if it's through an illusion, even if it's merely a reality we create for ourselves. The discovery of what's perceived as happiness, joy, kindness, trust, and love are vague descriptions of our innermost feelings, those emotions are essential to growth. But for some, their lives are pages from a book torn up and discarded like trash, they feel emotions in a brutal way. Pain, jealousy, anger, sadness, envy, greed—it gets shoved into them with no warning or preparation. Suffocating them until it becomes a desperate means of solitude. The loneliness can be too much to bare and turning to materialistic comfort is a common response. As sad as it may be, cigarettes can be that comfort for some. You get an exhilarating sense of relaxation when you exhale, knowing it’s bad—when you hold it in your lungs, forcing your body to take something so foreign, it's feigning self-control. Through a tiny white stick he controls his pain and pleasure, through it he found solitude; it was more bitter than sweet.

Everything happened so fast. 

He didn’t know what he was going to do from here, it doesn’t help that he hasn't had a blink of sleep. A cigarette sat in the ashtray and he left his quarters to check on his men. Some of them were patching up the wounded, they even lost a few men, so the faint sound of weeping was heard at every other corner. How a man could look upon the friends of the people he let die wasn’t a natural talent, this type of inhumanity had to be created. Those people just happened to be casualties, you win some, you lose some. 

People die under you, that’s one of the high prices you have to pay as the boss.

But the truth is, they signed up for this—if it's for the boss, you risk it all or not at all. They knew that when they joined.

Hoseok went AWOL last night, he came back early this morning but that was only to freshen up so he could go out again. He had speculations on Hoseok’s stance in all of this. Hell, he has speculations about his own stance on the situation. Jin’s response to all of this was the most surprising, he was so levelheaded and prepared as if he orchestrated the whole thing.

Jin had always been sneaky, not completely honest, always hiding some tiny detail. It's not like he grew up surrounded by people he trusted, but Jin, he didn’t trust anyone. In order to survive, he had to keep his guard up. Jin managed to come in and set his own rules into play.

And Jin was always on his own time. Like now for instance, not even five minutes ago he was called into Yoongi’s office and he has yet to come. The boys sent to bring Jin comes back empty handed.

“Boss, I’m sorry, he said he'll be here soon.” He swallowed, Yoongi’s stare is far too threatening to keep contact with.

He has the audacity to make me wait, unbelievable. This whole organization is on Yoongi’s back. Yet here he is, waiting on Jin like a little kid. When the dust settles, Yoongi has to have an answer to everything, he has to know everything—he doesn’t sleep soundly, not with the weight of this responsibility. He has to stay composed though, and that is an overwhelming responsibility at times, more than the boys would know.

“I want him in here, now,” He was stern, eyeing the kid at the door.

“O-okay sir.” 

Like a puppy off to fetch a tennis ball, he ran off.

Yoongi grabbed the pack of cigarettes, his pale fingers pulling at the pack to slip out one of the white sticks. He didn't rush, he secured it between his lips and held up to the white lighter. When it caught flame, he took a deep breath and exhaled, this was his third one today.

Jin finally stepped into the room, a look of impatience on his face.

Yoongi inhaled, taking another puff of the cigarette before saying anything. 

“You had a whole fucking operation going on, and this is how I find out? How long has this been going on Seokjin? How long were you planning to leave me in the dark about this?”

“Listen,” Jin simply shrugged. “I didn't make a decision you wouldn’t have made. You should be thankful that it worked out. Namjoon is on his knees, Jaebums people are in hiding and I have my sister. You know how these things go,” He ran his hand through his auburn look, giving Yoongi a knowing look.

“No, how are they? please, enlighten me.” 

“If I wouldn't have done what I did she'd probably be dead right now! You don't understand Yoongi...He won’t stop, ever...He'll keep trying to go after me and now her, and to be honest it's partly your fault.” He sneered, not really caring if that pissed Yoongi off, it was true.

“My fault? So I'm supposed to be your fucking savior or some shit? Hell, I didn't know she existed until Hoseok and Jimin brought her ass here. But even then, that girl is not the problem, you are.” Yoongi grumbled, already fiddling with his favorite dagger to ease his stress—it wasn’t working.

“Why are you doing this? Honestly, just give me one good reason why because I just don’t get it.”

“Do you not understand the concept of doing a bad thing for a good reason?” Jin was sort of tickled, amused at his robin hood philosophy.

“Yeah, I do. But it’s you who doesn’t seem to remember your place here. I made this group, from the ground up. I've carried it on my back since I was 18. I call the shots. Not because one day I thought, ‘oh you know what, I think I'll be the leader today.’ No. Because I earned it, I earned the right to say what goes, not you.” He was pretty irritated already and one wrong move would set him off. Bug Jin was just waiting for Yoongi to be finished so he could get out of here. In his eyes, Yoongi’s just blowing hot air, this was nothing he hasn’t heard already.

“I really don't know why you felt the need to interfere, I had it under control. He wouldn't have killed her, I knew that. I knew it the whole time, Kim Namjoon is still dramatic, he'd put her through hell before you have to mourn her death.”

“I wasn't gonna wait around for that to happen, I couldn’t waste any more time. Admit it, she was second priority to you, but not me. He had my sister Yoongi, she’s not just some girl, she’s my flesh and blood and he knew that the moment he decided to keep her there.” That very sentence appalled him, his stomach twisting in disgust at the thought. 

“He’s a weed—he’s cancerous, he needs to be cut out. And you can't cut without causing a few abrasions.” Jin was serious, Yoongi knew all of those things to be partly true, but Namjoon used to be his best friend. Even now, Namjoon was almost the same, nobody really changed significantly. Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, they were all just like he remembered. Just more...broken. They can’t stand each other now. The feeling of hatred was more than mutual, friendship was a distant memory between the two groups that once worked harmoniously. “If it was your mother, you would've done the same thing, maybe even worse.”

Yoongi gave him the dirtiest look, he knew not to bring her up, Jin was the only exception right now. 

“My mother has nothing to do with this. People were killed, on both sides. Two explosions in two highly populated territories, we didn’t go unnoticed,” Yoongi kept his anger at bay, the cigarettes were working this time. He would never say it aloud but knowing Jin could execute a plan that was so complex and to do it without his knowledge, made him feel disrespected. 

“We’re lucky the police aren’t on our backs because of the relationship we have with the chief. Most arrests regarding our men, he let's slide and I'd like to keep it that way.” 

Yoongi tapped the cigarette in the ashtray, a smirk coming to his lips, Jin wasn't sure what he was thinking. “Seo will want more answers. He will start calling eventually, but I'm gonna tell him to take it up with you. You’re responsible for this mess anyway.”

“You’ve never been the type to back down Yoongi, don’t tell me you’re...scared?” Jin laughed, he literally thought that the mere thought was funny. To see Yoongi, the man with a never-changing expression, afraid of something? That was impossible. By the dark look in Yoongi’s eyes, he realized now was no time to tease him. 

He gasped. Before he knew it Yoongi was around the table and pressing a knife against his neck, an intense look on his face. Jin swallowed with some difficulty. “Y-yoongi.”

Min Yoongi wasn't as still as ice, not all the time. There are a few things you better not say or you will regret it the moment you open your mouth.

“Let's get one thing fucking straight, I don't have a scared bone in my body, not one. I don't fear anyone, not you, not Namjoon, not even my own maniac of a father.” Yoongi scoffed retracting the knife as Jin was almost at a loss for words. 

He scoffed. “You have some nerve. I suggest you drop this high and mighty attitude before this knife goes through your fucking neck.” He sneered.

He sighed, straightening up his freshly pressed suit. The visual image of what Yoongi threatened had him touching his neck subconsciously and cringing at the thought. 

He exhaled heavily. “Yoongi, you're stressed, I understand that really I do. But just think about it, think about this group, think about the people involved...This is the game Yoongi, no one plays by the rules, you know that better than anyone.” He really did know that better than anyone—almost too well. Yoongi just stared at him, a stoic expression plastered on his face as Jin slowly exited the room.

Food had never looked so appalling before. Just an hour ago some girl brought you breakfast. She told you to eat it all because ‘Jin said so’. You let the food sit there, now it's cold and inedible. That same girl came back to get the dishes, you didn't want to see her face anymore, you were beginning to despise her persistence.

This bed isn't that much bigger than the one in my bedroom at home, so why does it feel so big? So empty and cold. Jungkook held you so close, the thought of discomfort as you slept had become an unfamiliar thing to you. He was so fragile, despite his exterior he was just as helpless as you. But even so, be tried to keep you from anyone who frightened you, in fear that you'd get hurt, and have to bear those scars for the entirety of your life. You fell in love with someone you never would’ve dreamed of associating with—now he's gone and you’re empty again.

You heard a small knock at the door. Before you could answer Jimin was walking in with a cup and some bottles of medicine. “Good morning.” 

He sat the water on the nightstand along with the pills—he was only here to drug you up, you thought. He hesitantly sat on the edge of the bed as you scooted closer to the headboard, afraid to sit too close to him now. 

“Y/n, it's still the same me, you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you.” The way he looked at you was different, he looked at you as if you were something small—had he always looked at you like that? You never noticed it before. 

“Don’t you?...”

Why was he even asking you that? You aren’t sure about anyone anymore. You can’t trust your own brother, what made Jimin any different? He is just as capable of flipping the switch as anyone else.

“I barely even know you, I put my trust in you, for some reason...” You chewed at your cheek, looking out the window. “Unless you’re here to take me to Jungkook or apologize for being apart of this mess, just go,”

That’s what she’s upset about.

“Y/n, you’re supposed to take this before noon, and you have to eat with it.” He explained, noticing how tired your eyes were—you needed to eat something to keep your energy up. 

“Baby,” There’s that nickname again, “I know you're upset and I’m sorry, but don't star yourself out of spite. You listen to Jungkook, right? Jungkook would want you to eat, I know he would, wouldn’t he?” He convicted you with a guilt-tripping look and you rolled your eyes, that sort of convinced you. That, and you were admittedly hungry.

“Come on, I’ll take you to the kitchen and sit with you until you eat.” You followed him with weak steps and you knew you should've eaten earlier—now you have no other choice but to eat with supervision.

You looked around, realizing you were in a completely different environment. Long gone were the industrial looking rooms and spaces, you were at the first place this all started. Jimin had already made food for you and put it in the microwave to stay warm. He opened it up and sat it at the bar, leading you to the stool to sit beside him.

It was a decent meal. You ate it silently as Jimin sat there with a curious look on his face. You tried to ignore it, Jungkook had a habit of just staring at you so it wasn't anything new. Suddenly Jimin reached for the nape of your neck, causing you to jerk back in surprise.

“What’re you doing?- And why are you staring at me?...” You stared at him, seeing he regretted not asking before trying to touch you. “Please stop...”

“Sorry, I should've just asked. What happened to your neck? It’s bruised pretty bad...” He had his suspicions. Were those scars from Namjoon or Tae, he figured you've endured quite a few physical ailments. “Did they really hurt you that much?” He had a genuinely worried expression.

Your hand went to where he was referring to and you knew those weren't burns, choke marks and neither were they rashes. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment, those marks were Jungkooks doing. They would have normally faded by now but the morning of the accident he got a little carried away with his affection. You really wished you had some makeup or something to cover them up. “Um, it’s not that...” 

When you neglected to give an elaborate reply he took the cues from your facial expression and connected the dots. He cleared his throat for asking the obvious question, of course, if you were in a relationship with Jungkook he would make sure everyone knew. He's always been like that.

“Oh- oh..I um, I didn't mean to...” He trailed off, seeing you were done with your food and trying to end the awkward conversation. “Wait, I have to take you downstairs, Yoongi wants to talk with you.” Jimin grabbed your hand, leading you away from the kitchen. You were shaking your head, insisting that you didn't want to go but he kept soothing you, telling you it was okay.

“What?- Jimin, no, I don't want to, please, I just want to go back to my r-” Jimin shook his head, guilt in his eyes for having to leave you—again.

“Just sit here, it's okay. He'll be here in a minute.” Jimin pet your head in pity, leaving you in this unfamiliar room by yourself. At first, you just waited patiently, but your stomach dropped when you heard the door behind you open. You didn't look back, the man's footsteps were heavy, slow and you couldn't even look up without your heart racing, you were so nervous. After a few seconds, you gathered the courage to look up. Jin was standing beside the desk in front of you.

“Jin?... What're you-”

“Yoongi wants to discuss some things with you, you just have to answer his questions and then you can go, alright? This won’t be long.” He gave you reassuring eyes before your attention was stolen by the man with sugar white skin.

Yoongi. 

The man who damned you to hell. 

He walked around the desk, sitting in the chair behind the desk and his presence was so powerful it made your body shake to look at him for too long. You wouldn't know it but he was monitoring your every move, as he opened the pack of cigarettes, placing one in between his fingers but not lighting it.

“How many fingers am I holding up.” He held up three of his slender fingers.

“W-what?-”

“Answer the question. How many?”

“Um-...three.” This was unexpected and odd, why would he ask this? Even Jin was taken aback. “Why?”

He sort of glanced halfheartedly at you, his brows furrowing at your counter question that he wasn’t going to answer. 

“I need you to tell me everything that happened, start from the moment they took you inside.” That was the first sensible thing he said, not bothering to hassle himself with beating around the bush. You looked at Jin for reassurance and he nodded, giving you the okay to start talking.

“They put me in a bedroom…I fell asleep after a few hours and when I woke up, Jungkook was there. At first I thought he was there to hurt me so I tried to shoot him... that’s how we met.” You spoke softly, knowing good and well that you had never shot a gun before.

“And after that, he let you stay with him?” He furrowed his brows, seeing you were chewing on your lips nervously, anxiously. It wasn't surprising to him, he already knew Jungkook had taken a liking to you, he just didn't know to what extent. 

“He did, it wasn’t bad at first, we actually got along...But one day, we got into a fight. That night, I decided to escape, I ran away the following morning...” You cleared your throat, Jin was listening intently now.

“It was late, I’m not sure what time, but I stopped at a cafe to eat, Jimin found me, he told me that he couldn't help me until you gave the word...He left and for a few hours I just aimlessly walked around the city but-...” You pause, “That's when Namjoon found me.”

The memory itself was terrifying. It was like the devil himself drug you down to his little hell, and you had no choice in the matter.

“I know he punished you in some sick way, he gave you to Taehyung,” Yoongi knew that as a fact. If Namjoon wanted to punish you in any way he would find the sickest way to do so. Your head hung low in confirmation, tears threatened to leave your eyes and you didn't even know why—why can’t you go one minute without crying over this? Jin noticed, he was already pissed that Jimin saw you and didn't say anything, but now he has to hear about your punishment. 

“What did he do?” He asked plainly.

Your mouth opens but nothing came out, you weren't sure where to start. Yoongi lit the cigarette, taking a long drag before licking his lips.

“Does she need to tell you that? We have enough information, what's the point in knowing every little detail?” Jin insisted, running his hands through his hair.

Yoongi sighs, annoyed that he was letting his feelings get the best of him. He ignores your brother’s protests and looks at you. “What did he do, Y/N?”

“He tied me down to a table...” You confess, trying to recall the time in your life that you've worked so hard to forget. “And- and I stayed like that for hours, I don't know how long...and the water, the water wouldn't stop, it kept dripping and dripping- it was...” Tears began to well in your eyes and you didn't bother choking them back. You swallowed, inhaling deeply before exhaling shakily.

“S-someone came to the room, I can't remember his name...but Taehyung left me in there with him...” Tears streamed down your cheeks, you couldn't keep them from coming. Now. You were angry, sad, hurt—all of those emotions were heavy on your heart. Yoongi wasn't phased by your tears, but Jin was teetering on the edge of his limit.

“He did the worst of it.”

“What does the mean?” Yoongi pried further.

“He beat me, I was covered from head to toe in bruises...h-he degraded me a-and-” You sniffled, attempting to wipe your steady tears away. “And-...He wanted me to have sex with him, I fought back,” You couldn't get it out, the syllables of your sentences were jumbled up like a child. “I kicked and bit him-...He got really mad, and tried to- Force me anyway...but-”

“Stop!” Jin shouted in a fit, startlingly you enough to make you whimper. 

“Just stop. Stop talking, I don't want to hear it anymore, I can’t.” He kicked the desk and Yoongi was about ready to shoot this man if he kept disrupting. He was finally hearing some detailed progress and now he has to worry about Jin getting butt-hurt about your unfortunate situation. 

“How could you say that?... You're responsible for putting me in this situation but you don’t want to hear the truth?” You wiped your nose, looking at him with teary eyes in disbelief. “I was the one being abused...”

“Y/N, what do you want me to say? I'm sorry this happened to you and it is partly my fault, I admit that. But that doesn’t mean you have to torture me with the details.” 

“I’m torturing you!? You’re so fucking selfish...I was tortured! It all happened to me!” You pointed to yourself, throat soar from the volume you’ve reached.

“You don’t know what I had to go through, knowing you hadn’t even tried to reach me...” You hissed at Jin, slowly standing up from your seat, your ankle suddenly feeling like it was cut off and stapled back on. 

“I-...I don't feel very well, can I leave, please? I didn't take my medicine this morning,” You looked at him, trying to earn his sympathy but he wasn't buying it. He wasn't done ask his questions, he needed to know more and you were not about to leave before he could get the answers he wanted.

“No, but he can.” He cut his gaze to his Jin. “Get out, you're not helping here, just getting fucking emotional,” Yoongi coughed a little, the smoke affecting his breathing like it often did. 

“Yoongi, don’t take this personally but I'm not leaving her in here with you-”

“And I wasn't fucking asking. I don’t need you in here, get the fuck out,” Yoongi commanded, and to your surprise, Jin actually listened, you underestimated the authority Yoongi had here. 

“Close the door on your way out.” With a loud groan, Jin left the room, hoping you'd be okay while he was gone. The door was closed and the sound made you relieved in some way.

“Now that he’s gone, you can speak freely, I need to everything,” He sighed, getting up to walk to a cabinet behind him. He pulled out a bottle of rum and two glasses, pouring the liquid. “And I’ll know if you’re lying about something, so please be transparent.”

It was silent for a few seconds, Yoongi took this little time to observe you. There was so much he needed to uncover, he just didn't think he'd be uncovering them through you. He studied your features, your nose a tinge pink from the crying, your eyes, arms, everything, you looked close to sickly. Your appearance was immensely different from before—from what he could remember at least. You coughed into your hand, the puff of smoke he just released scratching at your lungs. 

“Are you sensitive to the smell?”

Your furrowed your brows. “What?”

“Are you sensitive to the smell of smoke or are you fucking around? Because I'm not holding your hands until you can articulate yourself. I hope you don't think I made him leave because you wanted him to, I made him leave because we need to continue this without interruptions.” He tapped it on the ashtray, scrutinizing your silence.

“S-sorry, I hate the smell...” You mumbled, rubbing at your nose. 

He grumbled something under his breath, but it was incoherent. He put it out and right after he poured the rum into two glasses, sitting one in front of you and the other in front of himself. 

“So Taehyung stopped him...” He spoke, urging you to continue. “What else?”

“Yes...He told the guy to leave but it was just so he could torture me himself...he got into my head, he gave me the choice to stop him multiple times, I- I could have stopped him but I didn't, I was so stupid…” You grit your teeth. 

“All the scars and pain are my fault. Isn't that pitiful? He fucking stabbed me and threatened to send a bunch of guys in there to finish what that other guy started if I didn't beg him...” You looked up at him, licking your lips nervously. 

“That's when I caved in, I couldn't take it anymore...I begged him not to and he finally made it stop. I went through pointless torture and he only stopped when I gave up my dignity...you probably think I'm pathetic...” Your head hung lower and lower, you began to feel ashamed and self-conscious, he sighed. 

“Actually, you're brave, a little stupid, but brave. To run away from Namjoon, and pull it off for a few hours?” He took a sip of his drink, the harsh alcohol soothing him in a way. 

“You know how to survive, you favor Jin in that aspect,” He thought aloud, and you nodded your head weakly. “That experience must've affected you deeply. Mentally, emotionally, and physically you’ve endured a lot,”

“I'm curious...if Jungkook took you from that room,” He tapped his index finger on the glass. “What kind of relationship do you have with him? He did save you at your lowest point.” He made a question in more of a statement form as if he already knew the answer. 

Jungkook. He was all you really wanted right now, you didn't know how you could talk about your relationship with him without completely breaking down. 

“What’d you mean?...” You feigned ignorance, twiddling your fingers anxiously.

“Did you just sleep together? Were you roommates? Lovers? You have a lot of options.”

“I don’t know but-...But I love him. He saved me, just when I was about to give up on my life, he saved me. He took me when I was beaten and bloody, but he cleaned me up and took care of me anyway. Some girl he didn't even know, he let sleep in his bed when he could've thrown me out...He protected me, from all of them, from the people like you.” You wiped your eyes with the back of your sleeve and Yoongi sighed.

She has Stockholm syndrome.

He didn’t entertain your emotional confession, he instead asked a question that has been on his mind.

“You have quite a few marks on your neck,” He stood to his feet, running his tongue over his bottom lip in thought. “they can't all be bruises. Some of them look like,” He snickered, this was too funny to him, “hickies?” 

You swallowed, he seemed a lot more intimidating now. He wasn't super tall like Namjoon, and he wasn't built like Jungkook, but he was still a lot bigger than you. He took one last swig of his drink, before placing it back on the desk. Suddenly Jimin walked in, but the sound didn't really phase you, your eyes were glued to Yoongi. He came in at the worst time, Yoongi was just about to ease out every little detail he could to mortify you. He had to test the waters, find out what was really going on here. 

“Is he aggressive with you? I can tell you're docile when shown some type of physical assertion, that’s normal but you seem a bit paranoid,” he said that last part more to himself.

“Is Jungkook like that with you?” To your utter surprise, he gently grabbed the tip of your jaw between his two fingers and thumb. Forcing you to look him in the eye, bringing his face somewhat close to your own. Jimin was shocked, Yoongi actually touched your face. He rarely sees scenes like this. He took his other hand and thumbed over the darkest bruise, inspecting it despite your obvious discomfort. 

“I’m curious, does he touch you even if you tell him not to or do you like that sort of thing and it’s all consensual? I’m trying to piece this together,” He tilted his head a bit, furrowing his brow when you grabbed his wrist weakly to get him to let go. “You claim you’re in love with him but you’ve given me no real evidence to prove that, so, I don’t believe you.”

Your cheeks were so blushed that it could've been mistaken for a slap in the face. He wasn't convinced. He wasn't born yesterday, he knows what a consenting adult is capable of. It was embarrassing that everyone was bringing up the marks, was it really that noticeable? You just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. With Jimin's flustered expression at the scene he let you go, he decided he’d finish this later.

“Hyung,” Jimin cleared his throat, “sorry, she needs to take her meds, it’s time...” He always seems to save you in the nick of time, you appreciated him a lot for that coincidental timing.

“Ah, that's right, you're probably in a lot of pain, we'll continue this later.” With that, he was about to walk out but he saw the glass of rum that you didn't even touch. He downed it in one go, groaning as he left the room.

Jimin hesitantly approached you, reaching for your hand to get your attention. He felt sorry for you, he always has. Your innocent blood was shed for Jin’s guilty hands and there was nothing he could do for you. He took you back to your room, telling you to drink plenty of water and take your medicine

—why do you always end up in some room. Alone.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“He’s gone again?...” He walked up beside her at the kitchen table, watching her sew the cut on his favorite black shirt, for the third time this week. He was as active as any other boy, but at this rate, he might as well go out in football gear.

“Yes, he left early this morning sweetheart.” She stopped her sewing, sitting the sweater down and sighing. Her slender fingers reached for the glass of ice water and Jungkook watched her sip from it. “He'll be back soon though.”

“You always say that. He's never home...” I groaned.

“Jungkook, you know that's how he pays our bills, how we get food on the table.” She gave a weak smile, cupping his cheek lovingly.

“Yeah but he's gone so much, I don't even remember his face sometimes...” He whined, furrowing his dark brows, that sentence alone broke her heart a little.

“Don't ever say that, Jeon Jungkook. You always remember your father, always, he loves you...” She knelt down to my level, looking into my eyes. “He may not say it often, or show it like he should but he does...” She embraced me, almost to comfort herself.

Her heart was so warm and kind. For the longest time, he wondered how she could smile through this.

He first got enlisted when Jungkook was 4 years old because he got laid off. the check from the military was decent enough to support a wife and child. Jungkook noticed soon enough that his mother was really his only confidant. She was an angel to him. Even if she would discipline him from time to time, she only had to be strict because his father wasn’t there. That must’ve been tiring.

Jungkook was only 11, he didn’t understand the dynamics and complications of a family. All he knew was that his mother loved him, and he loved her more than anyone in this world. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The white ceiling and white lights were pissing him off for some reason. And the at one point bearable hospital bed felt like a wooden plank. Taehyung was supposed to take him home but the doctor suggested he stay another night. The longer he stays here the more he wants to walk out of here and strangle somebody. Jungkook sat up groggily, sighing when he glanced out the window, this is about the time he'd be out and about, or in some cases, in bed with you. I miss her so much. You were by far the best that’s ever happened to him. Somehow the heavens found him worthy enough to have an angel like you.

He looked down at the IV in his arm and frowned. “I can’t take this much longer...” He groaned. The shoulder he used to break his fall with you in his arms was killing him. The pain alone wasn’t the issue, thinking about how he got the injury was troubling, it kept reminding him how this all came into play, how they took you from him. He was sure you were you two were gonna make it, he planned it perfectly. But it didn't go as planned and it’s his fucking fault. He threw you into the front seat, forcing you to drive in a very tense situation, it was bound to go wrong somehow. You’d be with him right now if he would’ve thought things through instead of just doing what he'd do if it's was just him. It's not just Jungkook anymore, it hasn't been for a while. It's you too.

Even one night apart felt weird, he was so accustomed to you being there for him. Being there to talk to, to hold, to love. He just recently verbally confessed to you, he let himself be vulnerable and said that he was in love with you. You're in love with him but now you’re gone. It seemed like anyone he loved with all of his heart was taken from him. 

You were with Jin and Yoongi, that was the worst part of all. He didn’t know why you kept Jin being your brother a secret for so long. He thought maybe you didn’t know they knew each other, that they were enemies. If you and Jin had such a strong relationship, wouldn’t you have said something?

At this point, it didn’t really matter. You love him, you’ve told him and that’s all Jin and or anyone else needs to know. No one can protect you like he can, no one can love you as deeply as he does. Especially not Jin.

He grabbed his cell phone, throwing his legs over the edge as if to get up, somebody needed to come and get him. Namjoon said he'd come to get him last night, but Namjoon's going through a lot right now. Jungkook is out of the loop and he doesn't want it to stay that way.

Knock knock.

Before the person was granted entrance the door slowly creaked open and Jungkook’s eyes were glued to the man that walked inside. That distinct hair, that nose, that face. A nurse came in beside him, presumably to help Jungkook out of bed.

“You and Dr. Jeon look like twins.” She smiled, checking his clipboard and writing some things down. Jungkook was beyond livid and confused. He glared at his Hyung with the dirtiest look. He never wanted to see his face again but here he is. He and his older brother haven’t seen each other in years, and he wanted to keep it that way. Did this guy really think he had the right to walk into this damn hospital room with his stupid white coat? 

Dr. Jeon

“Could you give us a minute Sue?” He decided to speak, seeing Jungkook was about to go off. Sue nodded, walking off and closing the door behind her. They just stared at each other, taking in the sight of one another, He really does look like me.

“Where the shit have you been.” Jungkook hissed, cutting his eyes to the window. 

Jeon walked over to Jungkook, leaning against the bed opposite of him. “I heard you were in a car accident, with your girlfriend? I was worried about your well being Jungkook so I came from my office to come see you.” He sighed. “Look, I don’t really understand in detail the lifestyle you have, but I know it’s dangerous and reckless, you could’ve been killed.”

“You don't care and you don’t know shit about me ‘Dr. fucking Jeon’ and you never will, k? I don’t know why the fuck you think you can just come and go out of peoples lives as you fucking please.” Jungkook took out his IV for the second time and stood up. His older brother didn’t realize how tall Jungkook had gotten, and how mature he really was now. He looked fit too, his biceps were no joke, even if he still had that same lovable baby face.

“Jungkook, whether you like it or not we’re still brothers-”

“YOU ARE NOT MY FUCKING BROTHER. What in the hell makes you think I see you as my brother?! You're what? 9 years older than me? I didn't meet you until I was 10. We didn't even grow up together, we’re not brothers. You don’t mean shit to me Junghyun. I have real brothers and you’re not one of them.”

That stung.

“When they took mom from me you were still allowed to see her, but you and your shitty degree only sent money, fucking money...she didn’t want that.” Jungkook sneered bitterly. “She wanted me, her real son. She didn’t raise you, so you aren’t really her son, I am. And as far as I’m concerned I cut you out of my life and hers. As soon as I met you I told her you were a fucking joke.”

“Jungkook, just stop it, okay? You’re being a child about this. She is my mother too, I love her just as much as you do. I was closer to dad and when he died, I don’t know, I just went on with my life.” He walked over to the door, pacing a bit.

“You don't love her half as much as I do,...Just get out.” There was nothing else he could say, he didn’t have time to fight with Junghyun. He was wasting his breath continuing this conversation. He needed to get to the base with Namjoon, Tae, and everyone else so he can get closer to you.

“I'll talk to you later Jungkook, just- Think about what I said.” He was finally leaving, Jungkook sighed in relief. Who did he think he was? And how did he find out he was in an accident from a different city? Has he been keeping tabs on me? Those were just a few questions he had for him.

Another nurse peeked in.

“Sir? You have a visitor.” Namjoon immerged from behind the two, looking as tall and intimidating as always. Jungkook, for the first time in 24 hours, smiled.

“Hyung.” Jungkook was ready to get up and go but he looked down at himself, remembering that he had asked Namjoon to bring a change of clothes. “Did you bring my clothes?” Namjoon walked over with a slight grin to give Jungkook his long-awaited change of clothes.

“Yeah, I knew you were ready to get out of here, sorry I couldn’t come sooner,” Namjoon commented, seeing Jungkook attempt to change with a bad arm. “there’s a lot going on right now.” 

“Tell me about it...” He sighed, continuing to slip on his shirt and slide on his pants. They removed his bandage so he only had a smaller one on the gash on his forehead. His shoulder was bandaged, his waist, his forehead. He really took a hit. Anyone else would have the sense enough to rest before trying to get up and go

“Excuse me,” The doctor that first operated on him walked in, “there are policemen demanding to speak with you, Mr. Jeon.” Jungkook’s mouth went slightly agape in disbelief, now was not the time for the police to medal into this mess.

“Okay, give me a minute.” The doctor left and Namjoon glared at the door and back at Jungkook.

“They’re probably here to talk about the accident...” Jungkook mumbled. “But, do they know about Y/n? God, I hope they don’t think she’s a suspect...” He finished dressing, then went to the sink to wash his face.

“Jin has Yoongi’s ties to the police department, he’ll do everything in his power to keep her hidden. If she’s with him she’s safe.” Namjoon tried to reassure him but he kept shaking his head, patting his face dry with a washcloth.

“If she’s with anyone but me, she’s not safe.” Jungkook was serious about that. He didn’t trust Jin, it didn’t matter if he was your brother, Jin wasn’t an ally and that meant he was a threat. 

“I know we can’t afford to have you run in with the cops so you should go, I’ll get to you when I can.” This was the last thing he planned on doing when he got out of here, but it was just one milestone before getting to you—that’s how he has to think about it if he’s gonna get through this.

“Hang in there, Jungkook.” Namjoon ran his hand through his hair, he sighed at the thought of having to leave him. Namjoon pats his shoulder, his conscious telling him to sneak Jungkook out but he didn’t want to risk it— he couldn’t; Namjoon left him, he had to. After a good minute or so, Jungkook watched two cops walk in, a pair of cuffs in one of their hands and a bag in the other.

He cleared his throat. “Mr. Jeon,” The man pulled out a bag with a familiar gun in it. “Do you recognize this?” He held up the gun.

He glared from the hospital bed. “I’ve never seen it before...” 

“Oh really? Well, your fingerprints have been found on this weapon. There is gunpowder under your fingernails and on your hands. This weapon has been fired approximately fourteen times.” The other cop came up to him, cuffing his wrist to the bed railing, making Jungkook furrow his brows in confusion.

“You are under arrest for possession and use of a firearm. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”

“Shit.”

[etherealstories88]

Chapter 4 ❤️‍🩹

[supertweetycherry]

DIE HARD || [i. Prologue]

—Pairings: BTS x OC 

—Genre: BTS Mafia Au, Slight Fluff, Angst (a lot of it), Heartbreak, Thriller 

—Ratings: 18+ | MA Content | R 

—Warnings: Blood, Death, Killing, Guns/Weapons and Violence. 

—Summary: She belong to them. They belong to her. It’s simple as that. Period. —Word Count: 2.8k

Navigation -> Masterlist || MASTERPOST <<FOREWORD || PART 1>>

Prologue - The Tragic Night 

                                                 10 years ago... 

“So, how do I look?” 

A girl in her late teenage years twirled around in a long fancy dress as she beamed at the older women standing infront of her. The dress was a long ball gown in the shade of pale pink with flowers coating the blouse in elegant designs. The back was encrusted with shiny, twinkling diamonds, embedded into the dress by her own mother. 

“You look gorgeous, Yoona.” The older women beamed, caressing the young girl’s hair in affection. “A true beauty in her most simplest form. That’s what you are.” 

“Unnie...” The girl whined, pouting at her older sister’s words. “Please be serious. I want your true thoughts on this.” 

“I’m serious, my baby.” The older sister said, coming closer to capture her little sister’s pouting face. “You are going to be turning 16 soon. You look gorgeous in anything that you wear.” 

“But unnie... kookie said I look chubby.” Yoona whined as she glanced at her figure in the mirror. It’s true that the gown looks beautiful on her, but with her puffy body, she can’t help but think that maybe... just maybe, the long gown wasn’t the right choice for her. 

“That’s just your baby fat which will wash off as you grow up, sweetheart.” Her older sister assured her. “And besides, when did you start taking that stupid bunny’s words to the heart?” 

Yoona gulped. She wasn’t ready to tell her sister about the hurtful rumours that circulate around the school on daily basis. Rumours that are starting to affect her as she realised what the boys meant to her. 

“It’s just...” The girl tried to say it but she couldn’t. Instead, she let out a defeated sigh. 

“Yoona. My dear little Yoona...” The older women cooed, bringing the younger girl into her arms. “Don’t take anything to the heart, sweetheart. Life is weird. Things will happen. Words will be said. Hearts will be broken. No matter what happens, don’t ever look down on yourself, okay?”

Yoona pursed her lips and nodded, hugging her sister back. She loved the fact that her big sister always knew how to cheer her up. 

“Okay, Unnie.” 

“Good, lets go downstairs so we can reach the venue on time.” 

Yoona smiled and nodded. Today is a very special day for her. She’s going to be the jewel of tonight’s party. She’s turning 16 today. A big step in her life. Her family has organised a grand lavish party just for her. She was excited but also at the same time, nervous. 

As they descended down the giant staircase, a group of men stood waiting for them at the bottom. Both the sisters looked at each other in confusion. 

“Chen? What’s going on?” Yoona asked as she saw her trusty personal bodyguard, waiting for her. The boy was only few years older than her. He has been her companion and her saviour since birth. 

“Forgive me, ladies. But we are here to escort you both to the venue safely.” 

“All of you?” Yoona spoke, glancing at the other three guards, staring at her with complete blank faces. 

“Yes.” 

The girl didn’t question any further. She’ll just have to pretend that this is one of those days where her father is being a bit too possessive over their safety. But as they reached the bottom stair, Yoona couldn’t help but feel a small pit of dread gather inside her. A very peculiar, bad feeling has started to bubble within her. It raised red flags in her head. 

It was only her sister’s hand that kept her at bay. 

As they headed towards the entrance of their mansion, a tall man with broad shoulders, stood waiting for them, right on their doorstep. 

“Uncle Sung-woo...” 

Both of the girls smiled at their only uncle who stood smiling back at them. He was dressed in one of the most expensive suits, especially tailored for him by the best designer in all of Seoul. 

“Ahh... girls There you are.” The man said, flaunting around his shiny black hair as his hands clapped against each other in excitement. “You both ready?” 

The two ladies nodded. They could see a line of expensive SUVs, parked behind him. 

“Good, Good. Let’s get going.” 

And with that, both of the ladies were piled into the waiting cars. 

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“Nervous?” Her older sister whispered in her ear as their car rolled into the venue. It was a beautiful lake-side resort that her family booked for the weekend. The party was being held at the second floor, where a large ball room was built to accomodate the style of Lee’s legendary parties. Everyone was invited. Anyone that had connections with her family was invited.

Sometimes, it shocks Yoona at how big her family’s influence is. Being one of the top businessmen in the whole nation was quite an achievement. But something about this high status never sat well with her. It had never bothered her before, but as she starts to realise things, it was becoming hard for her to be ignorant these days. 

“A little.” 

Their uncle was sitting at the front of the car, so they had to make sure to keep their voices low. 

“You’ll be fine.” The older women whispered, grasping yoona’s hand in a comforting manner. “Just be honest with them.” 

The younger nodded before looking at her charm bracelet given to her by the boys. She’s going to be upfront with her feelings today... and hopefully, she’ll make it through in one piece.  

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“Yoona!” 

The girl looked up just in time to see a tall, handsome figure engulfing her in his arms. Her face flushed as the familiar strawberry smell filled her nose. 

Taehyung. 

“You’re suffocating me, Tae-Tae.” The girl cried as the boy was literally squashing her. 

“Oh...” The boy instantly unwrapped himself off her and sheepishly smiled. “Oops, sorry.” 

Yoona shook her head and glanced at the other five boys who have managed to cover her entire view of the Grand party hall. Sometimes, she hated how small she was compared to their towering figures. 

“Hello boys.” 

They all beamed at her. The six boys infront of her plays a major role in her life. They were her best friends and only friends in this cruel world. Everyone else just uses her for her money. Her family was one of the richest families in the nation. So, finding good, true, die hard friends was a bit problematic for her, especially when she’s envied for being the rich girl. 

“So, how do I look?” She asked, twirling around once again in her long, pale pink ball gown, making sure to flaunt her braided hair that her older sister took the liberty of braiding it into an elegant piece of artwork. It was filled with little pink flowers, and solid shimmery glitter. 

It was the cute, teasing bunny who started complimenting her first... or should she say ‘tormenting her’. 

“Aigoo... my chubby little princess looks so cute and fluffy in her poofy dress.” He cooed with a baby voice, pinching her cheeks in the process. She glared at the boy who just shrugged and continued poking and pinching her. 

Then came his partner in crime who had suffocated her earlier in his developing arms. 

“Awww... Yoona baby looks so cute.” He gushed, cupping her face and squashing it lightly. She managed to push him away before another happy boy jumped onto her with a huge sunshine smile. 

“Angel! You look so pretty!” He beamed, making the teenager flush. “Twirl around for me please.” 

And she did, letting her dress do the magic... atleast she hoped it would. 

“Pink suits you a lot, Yoona.” Another voice chimed in. Yoona’s eyes shifted to the brown-headed male who was also smiling at her. He lightly caressed the loose hair on her side and licked his lips unconsciously. 

“Thank you, chim chim.” 

Yoona then looked at one of the tallest members of the group who stood watching her with calculating eyes. He looked as handsome as ever. 

“You’ve grown.” He commented, coming closer and poking her body in odd places. “Reduced a bit in size too.” That’s when his eyes narrowed at her. “Are you skipping your meals?” 

“No?” She tried to lie but failed miserably. 

“Yoona..” he warned, now grabbing her arms and pinning her with his pointy gaze. 

“I’m fine, Jinnie Oppa.” She assured the boy. He was the oldest among them so she needs to be calm and respectful towards him. “I have just been doing some... extra exercises.” 

He didn’t seem convinced but none-the-less nodded and moved back. 

In an instant, another figure hugged her. 

“You always look beautiful Yoona. Please ignore hyung. He’s just being a mumma bear again.” The sweet, raspy voice of her closest companion said in her ears. She smiled at the blonde leader of the group. His dimples were popping out and she couldn’t help but poke them. 

Her eyes then searched for the seventh member of their group. Her favourite boy among them. 

“Where’s Yoongi Oppa?” She asked the leader. 

“He’s just running an errand.” His voice turned a bit grim. “Don’t worry, he’ll be back soon.”

She frowned but the none the less nodded and continued mingling. 

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As her celebration party progressed forward, Yoona’s peculiar, bad feeling returned with full force. Red flags raised up in her head. Something felt wrong to her. Something bad was happening, and her instincts were warning her of an upcoming danger. Call it her luck but her instincts has always been right. If there’s something wrong then, there is something wrong. That’s just how it is. That’s how her father has taught her. 

And soon, that feeling came true. She was just standing in the grand balcony of the party hall, looking at the large lake below her in wonder. Her thoughts were running wild. Her fingers were rubbing over the silver ring that sat on her left hand, showcasing a dark red ruby glancing back at her. It was beautiful in every aspect. The perfect gift she could ever get by him. 

It was the sudden extra weight that broke her wishful thoughts. A flash of mint-green hair and a huge body stumbling into her arms. 

The first thing she noticed was the blood and a deep wound on his right shoulder. Then, the bleeding head injury on his forehead. 

“Oppa!” She screamed, grabbing numerous eyes on her. Worry build up inside her as she caught the man before he could loose his balance. He seemed sweaty and tired. His breathing was shaky and ragged as her fingers glided over his bleeding forehead. His knuckles were also bruised and his lips mouthed her name over and over again. “O-Oppa...” she said shakily, holding onto the man in fear. “w-what happened t-to you?” 

Before he could reply to her, a loud boom filled the entire hall. The ceiling shook as the ground below them moved. That’s when screams started. Loud, blood curling screams as everything around her erupted in fire. 

“Yoona...” Someone tucked down on her arms. She looked down in her arms to see Yoongi looking at her with guilt and regret written all over his face. His breathing was thick due to his punctured wound on his shoulder. “R-run... r-run Yoona!” 

Before she could react, someone pulled her away from him. The grip was tightened around her hair, making her scream in pain. She looked up to see a man, dressed in all black clothing, pulling onto her, dragging her across the floor. She screamed and wiggled in his grip as she saw another man in black, hovering over her lover’s wounded body with a gun. 

“No, YOONGI!” She yelled but it was already too late. The gun fired with a loud bang and the bullet was embedded straight into Yoongi’s chest. Everything seemed distant to her as she fought harder to get closer to him. Her eyes teared as she saw her lover’s eyes drift over to her in pure pain and longing before closing. 

A heart-wrenching scream left her lungs as she realized what this meant. 

Suddenly, another shot was fired, and the man behind her dropped dead. She looked up just in time to see Jungkook holding a gun in his hand. His nicely tucked in tuxedo was now in creases as his eyes showed complete fear. Not for himself, but for her. 

“Yoona, get out of here! NOW!” He screamed just as another loud boom echoed. The ground below them cracked. “Yoona, MOVE!” 

In an instant, Yoona felt adrenaline rush hit her as she picked herself up and ran to lover’s dead form. She was hoping that he was still alive. He wasn’t allowed to die this easily. He has always promised her to stay next to her till the end, so there’s no way in hell she’s going to leave him. But before she could reach him, the ground around him broke off, plunging his body into the depths of the lake below as the rest of the balcony followed soon. 

“YOONGI!” She screamed in tears. She could hear her other boys screaming for their lost brother too. 

Her figure was frozen as she leaned onto the sides of the broken balcony. Her fingers digging into the chipped wall beside her. Her Oppa has just died. One of her dearest friend and one of the person she loved just died right infront of her. 

“Yoona!” A familiar figure covered her view. It was her older sister. “Yoona, What are you doing? Let’s go!” 

The older women pulled her back towards the hall, oblivious to the danger pointed in her direction. Just as they made it few steps in, the unmistakable sound of yet another gun shot was heard. As if on cue, Yoona felt her older sister’s grip loosened. When she turned around to see what happened, a horrid sight greeted her. A red bullet hole was embedded right in between her sister’s forehead. 

“No! UNNIE!” The girl screamed for the tenth time as her older sister’s form dropped dead on the ground. The expressions on the dead women’s face was horrifying and mentally scarring to Yoona’s mind. She tried to shake her sister awake, begging and crying for her to wake up. But, nothing moved. 

“No, no, no! Unnie! Wake up Unnie! You can’t leave me!” Yoona begged, tears staining her cheeks as another round of gunshots were heard just few spaces away from her. No matter how much Yoona shook the dead corpse, her sister wouldn’t wake up. 

“Unni...” she cried, a tight lump forming in her chest.  

She looked up at the destructive party hall. There were dead bodies everywhere. Some of them shot to death and some of them crushed underneath the caving ceiling due to the explosions. What is going on with her day? Why is her family being targeted? 

She sat there, clutching onto her sister’s dead corpse, as her eyes managed to locate her parents, already dead and crushed under the destroyed ceiling. Her heart filled up with pain as she wailed loudly at her dead family and at her dead love. 

Suddenly, a creak was heard and the ceiling above her, caved in on her. With no will power to move, she just sat there and let it crush her. That was the last thing she remembered before blacking out. 

                                                     **********

When she did open her eyes again, she found herself in her Uncle Sung woo’s arms as the building infront of her exploded into a giant mushroom of fire and smoke.  

Her uncle hugged her as her brain tried to piece together the time gap. Her dress was now torn from all sides, and there was a large gash on her right arm that she doesn’t remember getting. 

“I’m sorry, Yoona. They’re all dead. They are all dead!” He cried, clutching her as his face filled up with pain and tears. 

The teenager just stood there in his arms like a dead corpse. The lake-side house erupting into flames infront of her made her body go limp. Her family was gone. Her whole family was gone. Just like that. 

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. 

“T-the boys... w-what about the b-boys, uncle? Where are they?” She asked him in desperation. 

Please let them be alive. Please be alive. 

But they weren’t. Her uncle’s grim expression and a shake of his head confirmed it. 

Everyone that she ever loved or knew was dead. Gone and poofed away into that firey smoke. 

And for the second time that night, her vision blacked out. 

[tenchittaphonlee-blog]

DRUNK IN LOVE??

DRUNK IN LOVE??

//So, this was based a little on the song Without Me by HALSEY I thought it went really good with story uhm the first chapter I left a lot of details out kind of think of it as a prologue to the actual story.//

I woke up on the couch, I sat up looking for Taehyung because I knew I feel asleep with him on the couch last night after he showed up at the house. I stood up walking into the hallway looking to see if he went into one of the other rooms.

“Y/N?” I turned looking to see Jungkook standing there staring at me.

“Hey… When did you get home?”

“Why were you with Taehyung?” Why did he need to know that when he left me at home alone in tears?

“He’s not good for you Y/N. He’s a dangerous man, you being anywhere near him is dangerous, so I’d leave him alone get him out of your life, I don’t want anything to happen to you.” What was he talking about?

“How is he dangerous Jungkook? Have you gone crazy you have NO right to tell me what to do when all you do is drink and have sex!”

He just shook he’s head telling me to trust him, but if i was being honest I didn’t trust Jungkook. Not anymore.

I was at the entrance of viper, one of the biggest clubs in the city. The bright neon light shown onto the street and you could her the bass from outside of the club. I walked in the door immediately greeted by sweaty bodies and loud music along with drunk men, thinking they were going to get some. I walked up to the bar taking a seat on one of the stools.

“What can I get ya?” A man asked his shoulders were very broad and he looked like he could be a model, there was no way he was a bar tender not with his looks.

“Whatever gets me drunk the fastest.” I said. The man smirked. His name tag read Jin.

“Oh one of those days?” He asked getting to work on my drink.

“Yeah my roommate Jungkook is being a dick.”

“Jungkook? As in Jeon Jungkook?”

“Uhm yeah, you know him?”

“In a sort of way.” He said giving me a drink before quickly scampering of behind the bar through a door. I picked up my cup and chugged my drink before standing up and heading up to the dance floor.

I was dancing my heart on really letting lose, I was dancing with a man who smelt like clean laundry. He was not very tall but still taller than me and most definitely a better dancer than. I could tell just from being close to him that he had a very nice body almost as good as Jungkook’s but not quite.

“I’m Jimin.” He whispered seductively in my ear, sending chills down my spine.

“Y/N.”

“What do you say we leave this place, and do something more,” he paused “Exciting.”

We slowly moved to towards a door that was not the way I came in. We walked through a set of double doors almost like the entrance to Viper but much nicer. Suddenly there was a pain on the back of my head before I quickly got really dizzy, the passing out only seeing Jimin’s and another man’s face.

 001

[goldensugarywaffles]

Curiosity Killed the Cat

Summary: 

You run a crime syndicate, an empire, a kingdom of chaos, and nothing can stop you. Not even Korea's most elite special task force that is specifically designed to take you down. Yet there is something different about these men, something you just can't figure out. But didn't they say curiosity killed the cat?

Notes:

Inspired by @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue

This work is heavily inspired by one of my favorite writers, and they were a massive inspiration to writing this story. I know it's short, but this is just a prologue, and it is my first time writing fanfiction of any sort, so please be gentle with me. Also, please check out the author's original story here!

Warnings: Mentions of murder, mentions of drug and weapons dealing, future possessive themes, future mentions of stalking, unhealthy and dangerous behavior, organized crime, blood/gore, etc.

Please feel free to let me know if I missed a warning, and I will fix it asap.

You can also read it on ao3 here.

Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoesok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook. Seoul’s finest police force. A special task force dedicated to taking out some of the largest crime syndicates in the country. Yet here they were hiding in the shadows of your conference room like common criminals. You weren’t stupid, and neither were they. Or so you thought. To think they could infiltrate the largest mafia in the country without you noticing is beyond stupid. You should kill them right now and move on.

But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued. Such high-rank police officers don’t usually do the dirty work that any low-level officer could do. Not to mention they are taking their sweet time with the infiltration. It’s been months, and they haven’t made a single move. Not being one to waste time, you decided to help them out and speed up the process of your inevitable arrest. You had even become more flamboyant with your crimes and were messy, leaving behind obvious evidence for them to find. After all, the sooner they arrest you, the sooner you could either escape jail or legally wiggle out of trouble and get back to work as you usually do. Yet nothing happened—all that time messing around only to end up disappointed with this new development. You were still here, free as a bird with the entire city in the palm of your hand. Only now, you had seven little pests following you everywhere.

You shifted in your seat and adjusted your glasses as you felt seven pairs of eyes follow the movement. Tilting your head, you directed your attention back to a low-rank soldier who was currently trying to babble his way out of trouble. However, he wouldn’t be in trouble if it wasn’t for his incompetence. “W-well despite the loss, we can r-recover. If you give me more time, I-I’ll fix this mess.” Scoffing, you sat up straighter and fixed your gaze directly on the soldier. You don’t remember his name, nor do you care. “More time? You’ve managed to waste my time, money, and patience all while losing an important shipment and alerting the police of our activities,” you stand up and immediately feel the shift in the room. Your powerful aura intimidates everyone around you, even the seven who think you don’t notice them.

Walking towards the soldier, you mull over what to do with him. You could let him off with a warning, but you feel that would be too kind. Maybe you could severely punish him, but that seems to leave room for resentment, and he could always take revenge. You should kill him. After all, no need to worry about a dead man, and this certainly wasn’t his first mistake. Gripping his face and digging your nails into his skin, an excellent idea pops into your head. “RM I need a favor,” you practically purred the fake name the commander had given himself. Namjoon, or RM as he calls himself, immediately sits up looking shocked that you noticed his existence but managed to regain his composure quickly. Tightening your grip on the soldier’s face, you pull him towards you and make him face Namjoon while you give Seoul’s favorite commander your best pouty face.

“Kill him for me,” you can barely contain the glee at knowing you’ve trapped the commander in a rock and a hard place while simultaneously getting rid of the pathetic man whimpering in your grip. But what you didn’t expect was the smirk that appeared on Namjoon’s face and his following words, “Of course, how should I do it?”

Suddenly this situation may be much more interesting than you initially thought.

[taesbetch]

02 | Blood//Water

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Gory, Smut (eventually) Mafia!AU

Summary: Taehyungs life has become consumed with the gang lifestyle. But when he becomes a bit too greedy he endangers the only person he's ever truly cared about. Fighting fire with fire is never a good idea, but Taehyung is lit match in a room full of gasoline, will everyone make it out unburnt?

Word Count: 2.5k

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Normally waking up in the morning wouldn’t usually include a panic attack due to the unfamiliar surroundings and the foggy memories of the night before. But there you were, clutching your chest as it tightened in fear, throwing your breathing into a haze.

Gasping for air you tried to silence yourself as not to draw attention to your room but the sobbing and inevitable noise that came with your bodies need for air was too much for you to hold back.

Your eyes stung as they adjusted to the light breaking through your curtains; controlling your breathing you allowed your body to shake in confusion, your suddenly exposed skin covered in Goosebumps. Missing the warmth your bed had provided you dove back under the covers still weeping uncontrollably You let the remaining tears fall onto your blanket as you wrapped it around your body.

Finally normalising your breathing pattern, you let the silence of the room you were in relax you and let your mind drift to anything other than focusing on what your future held. Your body felt sticky and gross, probably due to the amount of sweating you had been doing both during the extreme events and through the night.

Looking towards the bathroom you thought it wouldn’t hurt to wash yourself. You had been blessed with amenities, so you might as well take advantage of them. Turning on the shower you thought about why you were being treated so nicely, why you were being protected.

Taehyung wouldn’t confirm anything, but all of this must mean the two of you would’ve met.

Trying to rake your mind for answers you let the hot water hit your skin as you thought hard through your memories trying to find him hidden in one of them. Flashes of your childhood ran through your mind, pressing their painful edges to the front of your mind.

“Take her with you! I don’t want her! You’ve successfully fucked up our child so she’s your problem now!” you saw the outline of your mother as she shoved you towards who you knew to be your father-

Shaking your body out of replay mode you breathed out with a heavy grunt as you let the water hit your face, cleansing yourself of the painful past you had tried so hard to move past. Thinking back to the day your mother left you with your alcohol addicted father you never fully understood why.

Your childhood was filled with gaps in your memory, things that your mother and father would fight about that just didn’t make sense to you. not only did the love to argue over who made you worse, they constantly fought over who would have the burden of taking care of you – successfully making you feel like shit.

Getting out of the shower, you looked at the clothes you were given. All the clothes were either black, grey or white – their shape long or baggy to hide whatever they were placed over. You rolled your eyes before grabbing one of the many sweatpants and jumpers.

Timing seemed to be on your side, just as you readjusted the heavy material you heard locks moving and keys jingling. As the door opened you were greeted with a cheery smile from hoseok, his calm demeanour making you gravitate towards him, almost like a safe place in this unfamiliar mess.

“Come with me, I got permission to take you to the rooftop, you’ll feel better up there” Hoesok smiled as he held your door open, signalling with his hand to follow him. You walked towards him with your eyes wide. You could leave your room???

Of course, leaving your room with an escort was not freedom but if you were to pick someone out of the people you had met last night, it would be hoseok.

The walk up to the rooftop was silent as you took in your surroundings the halls ways consisted of the same colours in your wardrobe. Black, grey and white. You heard the chatter of others every now and then, but you saw no faces to match their voices.

As you reached the door you realised how much taehyung must trust taehyung and how capable the man must be. He was the only one guarding you and the only one watching you.

“You probably have a lot of questions – I know it must suck so now that it's just you and me. Ask away and I’ll let you know what I can” He stated. Your lips parted in awe as the two of you walked onto the roof, the view of the lake below knocking the breath out of you.

As you sat yourselves down on a bench nearby you sighed as for the first time in a hot minute you felt relaxed.

“well, what did he do? Why does he have to protect me?” you asked as you watched the lake glisten underneath the suns gaze. Hoesok was right about the roof making you feel better. The breeze was soft and cool, and the day was bright and warm. It was almost impossible to have a bad mood on a day like this with a view like this.

“we were supposed to be working in collaboration with the block boy’s gang but taehyung scammed them to get what he wanted. Told them he’d give them fifty to off someone for him and only gave them twenty not to mention the gang that we were working together to take down is not one you wanna mess with. Taehyung purposely withheld certain information from the block boys to get them to agree with his plan. In the end, they lost both their scout and chameleon. ”

“fifty dollars seems a bit cheap for murder” You muttered as that was the only piece of information your brain had take from what he said.

“no, I mean fifty thousand” He laughed as he threw his head back.

“sorry what?!” you chocked, your breath catching in your throat.

“what you think you can just pay people fifty dollars to take a life?” he asked, his eyebrow raised as you looked at him like a deer in headlights.

“well…yea some of them” you said as you shrugged your shoulders.

“anyway, what did you mean by scouter and chameleon?” you asked as you turned yourself towards him, trying to get comfortable on the steel bench.

“well those are just nicknames for whatever part we play” he explained.

“So, each person has a position in the gang?”

“yep, there’s the scout, the sniper, the shadow and or chameleon, the hitman, the planner, the hacker and the leader. It’s pretty much just as it sounds. I could go into more detail but taehyung doesn’t want me telling you too much” Hoseok smiled as you closed your eyes in frustration.

“which one are you?” you asked as you analysed him, trying to figure it out.

“which one do you think I am?” he said with a cheeky grin. His eyes were sparkling and kind, his face always seems familiar and the way he held himself was that of everybody else.

“to be honest, you don’t really look like you’d be in a gang” You stated looking at the man who you assume was just a regular guy. That’s when it hit you. chameleons are known for blending in…

“ohhhhhh, you’re the chameleon!” You exclaimed excitedly.  

You smiled happily before remembering you had restrictions on what else he could tell you.

“So what else am I permitted to know” Your voice laced with sass and annoyance. Hoseok smiled before thinking for a second.

“ask and I’ll answer or deny” He added as he folded his arms over his chest.

“mmm, how did taehyung get into all this gang shit?” You asked hoping the answer would somehow help you understand how you were involved in all of this.

“Sorry, denied” he sighed.

Grunting you bite your lip trying to think of another question.

“How did you get into all of this gang shit?” You asked, the guy seemed to nice and to normal to be into this stuff.

“I needed to pay off my sister's hospital bills. Taehyung was nice enough to take in an untrained useless piece of crap and turn him into who I am today. I owe a lot to him” He said as his eyes travelled to the view in front of you.

“How's your sister doing now?” you asked hesitantly, sensing what the answer was.

“She unfortunate didn’t make it but its okay, she’s better off now,” He said before taking a deep breath of fresh air.

“I hate to do this to you, but I've gotta take you back now,” he said giving you a sympathetic look.

“thanks for talking to me, don’t tell the others but, you're my favourite” you joked while sending him a wink. He laughed before the two of you stood up.

Making your way back to your room the two of you were silent again, your ears were listening out for any discussions going on, one that would maybe tell you something about the man who was ‘protecting’ you.

“Taehyung!” Hoseok greeted as the two of you approached your room.

“I guess I'll be leaving you here” Hoseok said giving you a supportive smile before walking away. You looked at taehyung as he unlocked your door. staring you down as you started walking inside his hands reached out to grab your arm, his grip soft.

“wait-“before he could continue what he was saying a voice you knew all to well yelled out to you. The blonde-haired man you were best friends with appeared out of nowhere, the man who broke the heart of your other best friend was now standing in front of you, grinning from ear to ear.

Your heart stopped; for a split-second, happiness ran through your body. Your friend who had gone missing was alive and well…but why was he here? When the realisation hit you – anger and hurt consumed you.

“Mark what the fuck!” You shouted in shock, the feeling of betrayal setting in quicker than that of happiness. His smile dropped as he realised his current dilemma.

“You haven’t told her that Sana and I were sent by you?” he asked in confusion – taehyung face tightening at the sudden revelation. He looked at you sadly before his mouth opened, no sound came out as he tried to explain himself.

You marched into your room, running a hand through your hair as taehyung dismissed mark.

“So your telling me that you’ve infiltrated every aspect of my life?! What the fuck? Why!” You yelled as taehyung closed the door behind him, clearly already tired of this conversation.

“For your protection”

“FROM WHAT! THE BLOCK BOYS! Have you thought that maybe I would have been safer without your interference! That maybe if you would’ve just stayed the hell away from me I would have had a happier and safer life. God! What is wrong with you! My whole life is basically a lie, all because you have some obsession with me, for reasons I don’t know and that you won't let me know because ‘you can’t explain it right now!” You yelled at him, your fists clenched so tightly that your nails draw blood from your skin.

“calm down” he ordered, his eyes narrow and dark. Though he didn’t seem shocked at your sudden outburst he defiantly wasn’t pleased with it.

“no! I’m not gonna calm down! I don’t know you! I have gone through every memory possible and I have no freaking clue who you are!” You shouted, your face red with fury and your heart heavy with the knowledge that your life had been filled with subtle lies.

“every memory possible?” he asked his voice deep and taunting.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, not letting his intimidating voice scare you into submission.

“Even the ones you can’t remember? The ones locked away in the blank spots in your mind?” He asked, his voice harsher than before. You could see some form of hurt in his eyes but it was for reasons you didn’t understand. You stood there in shock, no one knew out your blank spots – but here he was, calling you out on them.

“How do you know about that…” you said quietly, your eyes tearing up from confusion and pain. Wer4e the people you called your friends ever your friends? Why was this boy from parts of your life you can’t remember so determined to keep you in his life? What were you missing?

“You don’t know me because I’m the part of your life you can’t remember. And trust me. It's better that you don’t”  He growled. His voice booming with authority. Although he wanted to leave the conversation there, you were keen to keep it going.

As you inhaled, ready to shout about how unfair it is for him to keep the information he knows about you hidden a loud banging on the door interrupted you.

“Boss!” A voice that you identified as Jungkooks shouted.

“WHAT!”

“we just got news that the block boys are planning an attack” He answered. His tone unbothered by taehyungs

“on the mansion? That’s ridiculous” Taehyung shot back, his ear getting closer to the door.

“apparently they’ve got help” you heard before the sounds of feet running got further away from the door.

Taehyung shot you a look before grunting and angrily exiting your room. As the door slammed shut You sat on your bed with a huff, still too emotionally riled up by the argument to fully comprehend what jungkook had said. Taehyungs rival was planning an attack. They were coming for revenge. Which means they were coming for you.

AN: Its short but it felt weird to have the other part i wrote in with this chapter - like...well i can’t spoil anything but the next chapter will be longer and more...mmmm action packed.

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Chapter Twelve

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you’ve gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you’re far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can’t seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they’d do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

A/n: heyooooo!! I am very happy to be posting this in full. I almost broke the chapter up because I didn't think that all the parts would be ready. As we move forward, please let me know if you prefer long chapters less frequently or short chapters more frequently. Maybe it won't be a problem at all, but I'm starting school again so I'm worried about managing my free time. We're not caught up to what's written yet but we might be soon *cue JAWS theme*

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*cue Looney Tunes theme* Th-th-th-th-that's all, folks. Thank you for reading and enjoy the update! ^_^

Warnings: language, gun violence/blood...I think that's the only real warning but uhhhh......buckle up....

Word count: 8K

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Yoongi woke up extra early the following morning. Ever since he had felt you so close to him, he felt like every nerve in his body was a livewire. Seeing the life within you and witnessing the depth of your strength in such small and intimate ways was one thing. Maybe, at first, he could have blamed his protective energy on his profession. You needed his tenderness and care and he was more than willing to give it. But this–this was something different. These weren’t just tender, warm, melt-inside-you kind of emotions. These were burning and aching, wanting to taste the salt of your skin emotions that Yoongi had never known before. If he had convinced himself before that his feelings for you amounted to fondness only, he was now acutely aware of what a shallow attempt it was to placate the ferocity of his desire. How was he going to contain himself in your presence knowing now what it feels like to have the curve of your ass press against him as you wiggle against Jimin unconsciously? How had he survived dinner last night, with you so close to him, knowing how much of you he wanted? And knowing that he would give even more of himself, give himself a hundred times over, to have you in his arms? 

Yoongi wondered if you were still sleeping. His thoughts carelessly wandered away from him and into your bed where you’d let him press against you once again, moving hair away from your ear so he could whisper all the secrets of his heart to you and press his lips against your neck. He knew you needed your space. He knew you needed to invite him in. He knew he would never push you past what you were comfortable with, but if you would, if you could let him in, he knew what he’d find in your arms, what you were both looking for and what he hoped you might feel with him…home.

“Thinking about Val?” Jungkook called out.

Yoongi didn’t even realize he had made it to the kitchen, didn’t even see Namjoon and Jungkook at the breakfast table, sitting close with legs intertwined, clearly sharing an intimate moment that Yoongi had interrupted.

“Sorry,” Yoongi mumbled, reaching for the coffee. Namjoon scooted closer to Jungkook, pulling him on the side so that he could rest his head on his shoulder. Jungkook smiled and kissed the top of his head. They weren’t a couple that often displayed their affection. Not like Hoseok and Seokjin who were nearly inseparable. Namjoon valued personal space and privacy too much. Jungkook and Namjoon had separate rooms, though they were next to each other, but even still Jungkook occasionally would skip the comfort of his bed to sleep outside by the pool on cool nights. Jungkook liked his freedom and Namjoon respected that. Having an open relationship worked well for both of them.  

Yoongi was one of the rare people, even within Bangtan’s inner circle, who Namjoon felt comfortable showing his attachment to Jungkook. They had grown up together as kids, Yoongi suffering the same control issues from his father that Namjoon did his. They had also lost both of their fathers the same night several years ago; an event that left Namjoon in charge and many people within the organization feeling bewildered but relieved. Neither of them talked about their past much. There wasn’t a need to. They understood each other, they trusted each other, and that was enough. 

“You don’t have to apologize,” Namjoon said, letting Jungkook wrap his arm around him and trace designs into his shoulder. “We were thinking about her too.”

“Everyone’s thinking about her,” Yoongi acknowledged, swirling his coffee idly even though there was no cream in it.

“That’s probably true,” Namjoon agreed.

“She’s sexy,” Jungkook admitted, no hint of shame in his face.

Namjoon hummed, “That’s definitely true.”

Yoongi wondered if he should feel jealous of these men who could easily talk about how sexy you were. But the truth was, he understood it. He couldn’t blame them for wanting you in the exact way he did. Though he wondered, maybe selfishly, if anyone else experienced the same degree of torrid longing he did.

“I don’t want to scare her,” Yoongi sighed, taking a sip of his coffee. “I’m afraid of how much I want her.”

Namjoon leaned away from Jungkook, considering his friend carefully, “Have you ever had sexual feelings before, hyung?”

“I thought so,” Yoongi shook his head. “It wasn’t like this. It was never like this.”

There was a girl in college that he enjoyed. But that was it. He enjoyed her. He was happy with her, but he was happy without her. When they had slept together, it was nice, but Yoongi didn’t feel any great desire for it. He didn’t mind meeting her needs, but sex and attraction just weren’t that interesting to him.

Yoongi took another long sip of his coffee, contemplating how overwhelming it might be for you not only to receive his affection, but the affections of every man in Bangtan. What would it take for you to accept that seven different men would do anything for you? How could he or anyone convince you that every part of you was worth being accepted and cherished and praised and adored and loved?

But with you, just holding your hand was enough to keep Yoongi awake for hours at night, “It’s hard to hold myself back.”

Jungkook puffed out a laugh, “If by ‘hold yourself back’ you mean you want to stare at her like a lost puppy dog and not like some kind of wild animal that is going to mount her and breed her for your own pleasure, then I think you’re fine.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, “Not everyone is as kinky as we are, Jungkook.”

Yoongi hoped his friends didn’t catch the shiver that ran down his spine at the suggestion.

“I’m just saying you come across as kind and patient and maybe a little mopey and everyone knows you’re in love with her, but you don’t come across as intense as you make yourself sound,” Jungkook explained. 

“Val will make her own decisions,” Namjoon advised. “The members will support what she wants.”

“We lost him again,” Jungkook mumbled with a nudge to Namjoon, who smiled light-heartedly at his lover.

“Sorry,” Yoongi repeated. “I was just thinking about how hard it will be for her to accept that we genuinely care about her.”

“I know,” Namjoon nodded. “But she’ll make that discovery in her own time. We know how special she is, so she’ll see it too. Even if she’ll need our help pointing it out to her.”

“She doesn’t even have to be with me, I just want her to be happy,” Yoongi’s vision blurred with his admission, but no tears fell. As far as he was concerned, you didn’t have to be with anyone from Bangtan as long as you learned to love yourself the way you deserved to be loved.

What she wants. 

“Her wound is looking good and she’s getting stronger every day. I think some light exercise will be good for her.”

Yoongi realized there was something you wanted desperately and while he couldn’t offer it to you, he knew someone who could, “Jungkook, do you think you could teach Val some low-impact exercises?”

“She’s cleared for training?” Jungkook asked, surprised.

Yoongi thought back to how your shirt lifted as you snuggled against Jimin, your caramel skin exposed and allowing him to catch a glimpse of the way his stitches were nearly healed. He had gently adjusted your shirt, knowing how you were modest about exposing yourself, making you moan against Jimin in your sleep. Yoongi and Jimin had shared a pained look, but kept completely still, not wanting to risk waking you up further. Yoongi cleared his throat.

“Anything for my lovesick hyung.”

“Pilates might be good,” Jungkook wondered out loud. He looked to his partner who nodded in agreement. “Okay, yeah, I can do that.”

“Thanks, Jungkook.”

You had slept in that morning, making it into your bed late after countless rounds of Mario Kart. It was hard to leave the warmth of Jimin and Taehyung, but you weren’t going to ask them to cuddle you all night long. Eventually they’d get tired of you, so you politely took your leave once your eyes started to get heavy. But, despite your drowsiness, you tossed and turned all night, leaving you cranky.

Jungkook found you in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge, “Hey, Val! Do you–”

“Would it kill you guys to have some chorizo around here?” you asked, slamming the fridge shut with a heavy sigh after settling for a yellow yogurt drink you had grown to like since living here.

Jungkook considered a moment. “I can have Jin-hyung make some Korean Army Stew.”

“Does it have chorizo?” you asked skeptically.

“No,” Jungkook conceded. “But it does have some spicy sausage.”

“Hmm,” you pouted as you downed your yogurt, not seeming to notice the way some spilled out the corner of your mouth. Jungkook did his best to keep from laughing. Clearly, not being able to work out was souring your mood, but he couldn’t deny that he found your morning grumpiness endearing. You probably had a lot of excess energy you needed to release. He imagined a morning when he might be able to help you with that. A morning when maybe you wouldn’t mind if he snuck up beside you to lick away the extra yogurt as an excuse to kiss you. A morning when he could sit you up on the counter or hold you against a wall while he rutted against you and hear you beg for more, a morning he could–

“You guys eat a lot of stew,” you said absently as you tossed away the yogurt and wiped the side of your mouth. “Do you have a reason for bothering me?”

“Do you feel like working out?” Jungkook accepted being pulled away from his fantasies if it meant he could give you some good news.

“No me engañas,” You scoffed, but you were unable to hide the excitement in your voice. “You know that Yoongi won’t let me train.”

“Not train, per say. But we can definitely work to keep you strong. That is if you don’t mind learning some new–”

“I’m in. What do I need?” Your administrative tone caught Jungkook by surprise. 

“Just your body. And some clothes you can stretch in.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Stretch?”

“Trust me, you’ll be convinced that it’s enough.”

At first you weren’t. The movements Jungkook showed you were regular stretches and exercises you’d use to get warmed up for boxing and your body was itching for something more. Jungkook sensed your restlessness and started suggesting more advanced poses and techniques, using your body weight to both keep yourself centered and lift yourself off the ground. Soon enough, you were working up a sweat and feeling giddy at the ache in your muscles as your body strained against itself.

“Slowly,” Jungkook stressed as he watched you do lunge squats. “You think that by doing it faster, it means you’re stronger, but your body has to work harder when your movements are controlled. Make your body work.”

“Make you work,” You grumbled, incoherently.

“What was that?” Jungkook asked, raising his pierced eyebrow at you amusingly. 

“You could work out too, you know,” you suggested, trying hard to keep your movements slow and deliberate despite your back-talking.

“Do you want me to work up a sweat too?” Jungkook smiled playfully.

“Solidarity is important in an institution like this,” you asserted. 

“Joon,” Jungkook greeted the leader with a smile, staying on his back as he wiped sweat from his brow, you rising and falling on his chest with heavy breaths.

Jungkook threw his head back in a gleeful chuckle before kneeling down on the ground in front of you, “I’m more than happy to work with you. Grab your left elbow with your right hand, and my right elbow with your left hand,” he instructed. Your arms made a square between you as he matched your movements of rising and falling with your squats. “Breathe. We’re not in competition with one another, the goal is to make fluid movements.”

He knew as soon as he said competition, it was a mistake, as you immediately started pushing toward him. He pushed back, struggling to keep his balance, “Wait, Val…Wait…”

It was too late, you had already tumbled on top of him, laughing wildly at your success of making him lose his balance. You didn’t even mind how his arms wrapped around you to prevent you from hitting the ground, in your eyes you had won and that was all that mattered.

Jungkook couldn’t help but also fall into a fit of laughter, half from the ridiculousness of the situation and half at how happy he was to have you so close and carefree.

There was a creak on the other side of the room. 

“We have to go,” Namjoon announced, trying to keep his focus sharp despite how beautiful you and Jungkook looked, sweaty and tangled up with each other. If circumstances weren’t so dire, he would– “Some jjapsae have been sniffing around some of our warehouses. I think they’ve been tipped off.”

Your stomach dropped, you knew this was La Familia’s doing. You shuffled to your feet, trying to fight off the guilt gnawing away at you. “I can help,” you said, looking Namjoon in the eye.

The leader looked you over seriously, more for his own benefit than for yours, his eyes lingering on the way your shorts hugged your hips. But the fact of the matter was, he couldn’t let you walk into danger like that, with or without your injuries still healing. “You know I can’t do that,” he reasoned. “Even if I didn’t think this was a set up, Yoongi would have my head for putting you in action before you're cleared.”

“If you know it’s a set up, then why do you have to go?” You hated the ache in your voice. It betrayed everything you had built in your life about who you were. You had no one in your life to love and rely on other than yourself. So what if the men who opened their home to you and treated you like one of their own were in trouble because of you? Your goal was survival. Your goal was freedom. Following Bangtan into a potential turf fight gave you neither of those things. If they wanted to act out foolishly on your behalf that was their concern, not yours. Right?

“I’m not leaving my men and women out there to get arrested or killed,” Namjoon explained. “I would never put someone else in danger I’m not willing to put myself in.”

Your mind flitted over to Joaquin and all his talks of power and loyalty you had heard over the years. He had never once put action behind his words. He always made sure that someone else got their hands dirty so that he could walk away clean and unscathed. He would have jumped at the offer to use you for his business purposes. That is, if he didn’t have other ideas on how to use you…

You shook the thought out of your head, not wanting to get lost in your emotions while you needed to stay present for the night’s events. “What kind of weapons will we need?” Jungkook’s question brought you back to the moment at hand. Namjoon considered a moment before saying, “The usual stuff, maybe some explosives. I don’t want to lose any product, but if things escalate we might need to get rid of some evidence.” 

You weren’t expecting to run into Hoseok on your way to reach Yoongi. Hoseok had been turning the corner too quickly for you to prevent your collision. His eyes were hard as he steadied you. “Oh,” was all you could manage. You had learned that Hoseok had two modes: playful and deadly. And he was currently operating out of the latter. The look in his eyes made you take a step back subconsciously. 

Jungkook nodded, “I’ll have Taehyung pack some flame retardant suits.” He looked to you meaningfully, knowing you well enough now to know that you wouldn’t sit idly by when something like this was occurring. “You can let Yoongi know what’s happening and help him prepare medical supplies. If this goes as south as we think it might, he’ll have some burn injuries to tend to before the end of the night.” The warning didn’t make you feel better about the circumstances, but you were grateful to have a task.

“Entiendo,” You said, moving quickly to find Yoongi and leave Namjoon and Jungkook behind, not trusting the way your stomach was bubbling with concern for them. 

He blinked at you, not saying anything but seeming to register your thoughts. He relaxed his expression, tension leaving his shoulders as he looked to you with sincerity, “You’ll be staying here tonight?”

You sighed, unease leaving you for frustration instead, “Boss’ orders.”

“I’m glad,” Hoseok said with an easy smile on his face.

“I’m not,” you grumbled, the anxiety making you edgy. There was nothing you could say or do to make them stay, but there was also no reason that you should want them to stay. This was their way of life. One you were familiar with. You told yourself that your stomach being in knots was because you were being excluded from the action.

“Is it so hard to believe that Bangtan wants to keep you safe?”

“Is it so hard to believe I'm not una niña patética e indefensa?” You spat, feeling sorry and hurt as you heard your harsh tone but not being able to stop yourself.

Hoseok turned a bright crimson, not knowing what you said but understanding the force behind your words. He didn’t want to make you angry. If things were his way, he would have the time to make you see how your worth did not depend on being useful to others. But he didn’t have time, and truth be told, he knew from his own experience that being useful was the best protection against feeling useless. He wished he could tell you what it was like on the other side of that, but even circumstances weren’t dire, he wasn’t sure if he could say it in English the way he truly meant it.

You didn’t want to be here anymore, so you turned your heel and headed toward the supply room. Hoseok sighed, wishing he had more time with you, but knowing he needed to return to the task at hand. His priority was getting to the docks before the others to survey the situation. He left quickly and silently, the severity returning to his face.

“I’m sorry,” Hoseok said, looking you in the eye. He hoped that on some level you would understand the depth of what he was apologizing for.

“Whatever,” you scoffed, internally cringing at your callousness. Would Hoseok be okay? Would you get to kiss him again?  “At least tell me where Yoongi is.��

“He’s in the supply room,” Hoseok responded. 

Yoongi was already aware of the situation when you reached him in the supply room, loading a cart with blood bags, saline solution, and humidifiers.

“What are those for?” You asked, pointing to the humidifiers. You could guess the rest.

“If they have to use explosives, there’s a good chance people will end up with burns,” Yoongi explained. “Even third degree burns heal best in a humid environment.”

You shivered at the thought, “What can I do?”

“Sure,” you said, kneeling to rummage through a series of bottles. The gibberish on the bottles didn’t make any sense to you. “What color are they?”

“There are some water soluble antibiotics on the bottom shelf over there behind the morphine, can you grab some?”

His phone rang, “Yeoboseyo.”

“They’re the orange bottles, kind of see-through. They’re behind those white containers,” Yoongi paused. “Actually, take those white containers too, I don’t know if I have enough morphine in the clinic.”

“Where do you get all this from?”

“I have a friend at a hospital in the area,” Yoongi disclosed, loading on the final humidifier before adding, “Well, several. I have several friends at several hospitals in several areas.”

“Ne, ne,” Yoongi tucked his phone between his ear and shoulder, gesturing with his head for you to follow him as he made his way to the clinic. He was silent for a long time and you didn’t bother trying to understand the Korean on the other end of the phone, but when you reached the clinic Yoongi looked at you seriously, “Ne. Josimhae.”

“Oh, fuck,” You gasped. 

“What’s going on?” You asked as you helped Yoongi unpack his cart. You had become pretty familiar with the layout of his office. You weren’t really sure what everything was, but you could easily match up the bottles with those that looked similar and the gauze and bandages were simple enough to distinguish. Yoongi was working quickly, clearly used to the rhythm of events that were unfolding, “That was Jin-hyung. He and Hoseok just arrived at the docks to survey the situation. The cops somehow made their way inside the warehouse and are taking pictures for evidence.”

“Hoseok will take them out.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but smile at your knee-jerk reaction, “There’s only two cops. As long as we get rid of the evidence on their phone, it’ll be fine. And worst case scenario, Jin is good at making things look like an accident.”

“What about the cops?”

“What if they call for backup?”

“They’ll only do that if they see us coming.”

“Won’t they?” You stopped unloading the supplies so you could study Yoongi’s face. You couldn’t explain the reason why you needed reassurance for everyone’s safety in this moment. You had never needed it before. Not for yourself or anyone else. You trusted Yoongi; trusted him in the way that he touched you gently during examinations and never more than he needed to; trusted the way he gave careful consideration to what you like and don’t like; trusted him in the tenderness he shared whenever he looked at you. But right now you needed to know if you could trust him with something else entirely–honesty when you felt insecure and out of control.

The smirk on Yoongi’s face was exactly what you needed to give you confidence when he replied, “Looks like you still have a lot to learn about Bangtan.”

“This is all we have to do?” The cop speaking had a wiry, gray mustache. His face looked too small for its features, mustache seeming to cover half of his face and wide, doe-like eyes with thick, wiry eyebrows to match. His tone was mocking, pleased even, as he took several photos of Bangtan’s contraband items. The warehouse was down by the docks near a garbage barge, an area that cops normally would have no reason to patrol. Most of the warehouses around here sat empty for long periods of time and without people or product; why would they waste their time?

Wiry sighed angrily, “What?”

Unless they get tipped off by a rival gang.

“It seems too easy,” his partner was nervous, pale and clean shaven. His eyes were sunken and sullen despite his youthful appearance.

Hoseok was watching them from the shadows of the catwalk overhead, keeping his footsteps silent as they traveled through the storage facility. He snuck in using the vents so that the cops wouldn’t be alerted to his arrival. If the cops had bothered to look up, they might have noticed the shine of his eyes like a jaguar on the hunt, movements just as fluid and deadly.

Truth be told, Hoseok did feel bad for the men. It was common practice to keep cops on your payroll. Usually, organizations did their research to see which cops might be the most susceptible to bribes. Did they have a history of being corrupt? Did they have secrets that could be used for blackmail? Did they have financial trouble? If the answer was yes to any of these questions, then they’d be approached by someone random, maybe at the grocery store, maybe at the DMV, with an envelope full of directions, cash and a meeting time. If they showed, then the organization would explain the terms of the agreement which would start simply as “Just take the money.”

That was the thing about bribes. Most of the time, there was nothing asked in return. Which made the deal too good to be true. Why not take a bunch of cash when the alternative is threat of exposure or financial ruin? The catch is…one day, we will need you. And on that day, you better do what we ask. Only rule? Don’t ask questions. The tasks were normally simple too. Maybe you’re asked to slow down a response to a distress call. Maybe you’re asked to shred an unknown document. Maybe you’re asked to take pictures at a random warehouse. Fulfill the assignment and you still get your payments.

It’s just business.

“How much more is there?” Sullen asked, looking around like he sensed Hoseok’s eyes on them.

“This is the last row,” Wiry growled, seemingly annoyed by his nervous companion. “You don’t have to be so worked up. This is a criminal organization, too, you know. We’ll be department heroes for turning in all this evidence. No need to have a guilty conscience.”

“It’s not my conscience I’m worried about,” Sullen mumbled, turning to look at something on his phone.

Hoseok smirked. If he was in one of those Marvel movies Jungkook likes to watch he’d jump down and say, “No, I’m the one you’re worried about.” But it would be better for everyone if he went undetected. He had been thinking about you and your aversion to killing. He could easily knock these guys out without being noticed, destroy their phones and dump them on the garbage barge. That would be enough to scare them away from coming back here and Joaquin would know that Bangtan was onto his tricks.

“Hey, look at this,” Sullen said, holding his phone up for Wiry to see.

“We have a profile on this guy for Bangtan.”

“So?” Wiry asked, eager to get to the point.

“He’s also in the system for La Familia and The Triads.” The hair on Hoseok’s neck stood up.

“Oh?” Wiry snatched the phone from Sullen. “Do you think Moreno knows about this?”

“Wouldn’t he have mentioned it if he did?” Sullen snapped, taking his phone back from Wiry’s grubby fingers.

The ends of Wiry’s mustache twisted upward in a devilish grin, “We’ll definitely get a bonus for this.”

Hoseok crouched to see the photo on the phone. His stomach dropped when his suspicions were confirmed. On Sullen’s phone was a photo of Kim Seokjin.

These men would have to die after all.

Once Yoongi’s office was stocked, there was nothing for you to do but wait. Something you hated.

“Are you hungry?” Yoongi asked, watching the way you organized and reorganized the bandages needlessly.

“No,” you lied, deciding that the antiseptic should go to the left of the bandages instead of the right as you began to take them out again.

“I did.”

Yoongi hummed in response, trying to suppress a chuckle. He knew you well enough to see through the way you tried to hide your needs. He stood up, deciding to try a different tactic, “Well, I am, so you should make me something.”

You stopped organizing to peer around the cabinet, narrowing your eyes suspiciously at Yoongi, “Did you actually ask me to cook for you?”

You narrowed your eyes further, waiting for Yoongi to retract his request. Instead he smiled at you haphazardly, like a child who doesn’t know how to pose for photos yet, all gummy and exaggerated. If anyone asked, you would say something like “he’s such a dork,” but in reality, your heart ached for him just enough for you to give in. You sighed, hands on your hips when you asked, “Okay, what do you want?”

Yoongi considered, “What can you make?”

“Enchiladas.”

“Is that it?”

“No, but it’s what I’m in the mood for.”

"Let's check the kitchen. Anything you need, I'll get you." He was smiling again. This one was more natural and boyish than the one before, making your heart race when your eyes met his. You tried not to let your feelings show as Yoongi gestured for you to lead the way to the kitchen.

“I thought you weren’t hungry,” Yoongi teased good-naturedly.

Your cheeks warmed and you decided to ignore his comment, “Do you guys even have tortillas?”

After digging through their refrigerator and pantry you gave Yoongi a list of ingredients you would need and he put in an order to a local store, promising an exorbitant tip for quick delivery, just so he wouldn't have to leave you.

"Could we fill them with kimchi?" Yoongi asked as you showed him how to roll the filling in the tortillas. You had just told him you liked chicken enchiladas best, but you didn't have time for that. You could fill them with anything though, and he was getting creative.

You wrinkled your nose. You had found out you really like kimchi, but it seemed like a strange combination. "I mean, I guess you could. The real question is if you should."

"Can we try?" He seemed excited, voice high and eyes wide and you didn't want to dampen his fun when he was being this cute. You nodded and he went grab a jar of kimchi from the refrigerator. He set the container beside you and waited expectantly. 

"What are you staring at? You want kimchi enchiladas, you gotta get your hands dirty!"

Yoongi snickered but didn't argue as he rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands. You walked him through the steps again, instructing him to add more sauce and not to overfill the tortilla, giving him a good natured "I told you so," when the wrap tore. You agreed to make a whole tray for the others to enjoy whenever they got home. The two of you got into a rhythm working side by side, and the butterflies in your stomach went crazy every time your elbows bumped or your hands touched when you reached for the same spoon in the sauce pan.

As you slid the pan into the oven, the genuine smile on your face made his heart light. Yoongi liked your smile. In watching you, he noticed you somehow managed to get sauce under your eye.

“You have something on your face,” Yoongi said, pointing to the spot on his own. You used the back of your hand to wipe it off, which only ended up smearing it further. “Here,” Yoongi said, getting up to wet a rag in one swift motion and bringing a warm cloth to your face before you knew it. He was gentle in the way he touched you, getting close to your face to make sure it was gone. When he finished, he didn’t move away. Your eyes met and you watched how his eyes flicked down to your lips before he pulled away, clearing his throat.

“Thank you,” you whispered, heart racing again.

“Always,” Yoongi said, cheeks turning red as he put the rag away. He knew what he meant: “I will always try to do things you are grateful for.” But even the small, cowardly admission of that felt childish when said out loud. He hoped he hadn’t given too much away or made you uncomfortable.

If you were uncomfortable, you didn’t show it, moving on by telling Yoongi that the next time you cook together, he better not tear the tortillas. His whole body warmed with a promise of a “next time” and he happily offered to clean up the dishes while you sat and waited.

“You were right about the kimchi,” you conceded between bites when you finally sat down to eat.

“Everything's better with kimchi,” Yoongi said proudly.

“Kimchi ice cream?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It exists.”

“Yeah, but is it good?”

“Everything’s better with kimchi,” Yoongi looked at you seriously, “Everything.”

You rolled your eyes, but that smile was back on your lips.

“My mom used to make enchiladas,” you said once both yours and Yoongi’s plates were clear. There was an ache in your voice that made Yoongi want to reach out and grab your hand. Maybe he would have, but you moved your hands to your lap as you avoided his gaze. “Or at least I think she did. I have this memory of us going to the park, just me and her, and there was a boy there twice my age and he told me I couldn’t play with him because I was a girl, and I told him I came from a long line of luchador wrestlers and he’d be sorry if he didn’t let me play with him. He ignored me so I dove for his feet and made him fall on his face. I tried to run away before he could get up, but he caught me pretty quick and tackled me to the ground. I think I got several smacks to the face before my mom pulled him off of me.”

Yoongi suppressed a giggle, imagining you, exactly as you are now but miniature, chasing down men twice your size to prove a point.

“She wanted me to apologize to him and I told her I would’ve rather he kept hitting me.” At this, Yoongi did laugh, causing you to look up to find his shoulders shaking and head rolling back. You were so lost in your memories you hadn’t considered the ridiculousness of your story. You smiled warmly at Yoongi, leaning your elbows on the table and resting your head in your hands with a sigh, “I guess it was kind of a silly thing to say. I wonder if my mom laughed, too.”

“You don’t remember?” Yoongi asked, leaning forward as well.

You shook your head, “The next thing I remember is crying and going home and my mom made enchiladas. And at some point she said, ‘Mija, eres mi dulce pequeña luchadora. Pero sigue así y te llevarás a ti mismo a una hermosa prisión.’”

Yoongi would have sold his soul to hold you in that moment. There were no tears in your eyes, but he knew you were breaking your own heart. Was it really better to believe that your mother didn’t exist at all than grieve for someone you might have loved? How could Yoongi convince you that you deserved all the love you’ve been denied by the world? Denied by yourself? Watching you hurt yourself in this way, hurt him too. Shattered him. He needed to tell you you were worthy of love. His love. And of all of Bangtan. And of anyone else in the world. Everyone else. He needed desperately to tell you how he felt. You needed to know.

Chills ran up Yoongi’s spine when he heard you speak Spanish. He loved the tone of your voice in it. Warm and inviting. Like coming home. “What does that mean?”

“My child, you are my sweet, little fighter. But keep it up and you’ll carry yourself to a beautiful prison.”

“Sweet, little fighter. I like that,” Yoongi meant it as his eyes traced over the smoothness of your forearms, the richness of your skin, the way your hands cradled your face so delicately. He wished he could hold your face in his hands like that and whisper how you were his sweet fighter.

You hummed, absently pulling your hair out from your ponytail and letting your thick waves frame your face. You didn’t notice how Yoongi scooted ever so slightly toward you. “Sometimes I think it was a dream,” you admitted. “Or maybe a song.” You shook your head. “It’s the only memory I have of her. Or only full memory. Everything else is just imprints like worn out photographs. A smile here, a kiss there. Falling asleep in her arms. Nothing concrete like the playground.” You ran a hand through your hair, trying to comb it out. Keeping your hands busy helped with the heaviness you were starting to feel in your chest. “Maybe she didn’t make enchiladas at all. Maybe it’s a cook or nanny I’m remembering, I don’t know.”

“How did she die?” Yoongi prodded gently.

You shrugged, “One day she just wasn’t there. My dad never mentioned anything about it. Maybe she never even existed.” You laughed bitterly, “You know, I always think my life sucked after my dad died, but maybe it wasn’t that great while he was living either.”

“Val, I–”

Yoongi’s phone was ringing, breaking the spell in Yoongi’s thoughts. Under any other circumstances, he would have ignored it to give his full attention to you. But tonight, his brothers were risking their lives and they needed him and by the way your eyes held his as he answered the phone, he knew you would do anything to help them too. He didn’t have time to even say hello before he heard Jimin on the other end of the line.

“Hyung, it’s Hoseok. He was shot in the chest. It might be his lung, hyung.”

“What? What is it?” You were already getting up from the table, putting the plates away quickly before following Yoongi back to his office.

“Anyone else?” Yoongi asked, motioning for you to grab the morphine in the cabinet behind him.

“No, he was the first to get there. We had just arrived on the scene when we heard the gunshot,” Jimin explained.

“Did he sustain any other injuries?”

“He has some blood on his head. He might have hit it pretty hard.”

“Shit,” Yoongi blanched. He wouldn’t be able to put Hoseok under for surgery if he had a concussion.

“Jin-hyung is driving him to you now,” Jimin continued. “The cops called for backup, but I was able to intercept and cancel the signal. Jungkook is finishing the job. We made it in time. We won’t have to burn any product.”

Made it in time, my ass. Yoongi thought. Making it in time would mean that he would not have to dig a bullet out of his friend’s chest tonight.

“He lost a lot of blood, hyung.”

“Yeah, okay,” Yoongi’s mind was already going through the procedure. Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook were all type A, which he had plenty of. And if need be, he and Jin could donate because they were both O. He tucked the phone against his shoulder as he set up the IV for transfusion. “When will they be here?”

“Less than 10 minutes.”

“Thanks.” Yoongi hung up without a goodbye, knowing that Jimin wasn’t the type to get offended, especially in a situation like this. “Hoseok was shot. We need to prepare for surgery,” he instructed.

Your stomach dropped as you nodded, not letting on to how scared shitless you were. You fought to keep your last exchange with Hoseok out of your mind, knowing that you needed to stay present. You had no skills to help in this kind of situation, but it didn’t change the fact that you could be useful. And for Hoseok, you could do it.

When Seokjin showed up, Hoseok looked small in his arms. There were no words exchanged between you as Seokjin placed Hoseok gingerly, like he was the most precious thing in the world, on the exam table. His breathing was labored and he was barely conscious. As Seokjin stepped away, he let his tears fall freely knowing there is nothing he could do for the love of his life now. He trusted Yoongi, but feeling how his bloodied shirt clung to his body, he wasn’t sure if that would be enough this time.

“I know a fighter when I see one,” You said, placing a hand on Seokjin’s arm as Yoongi took a quick survey to determine the damage. “He’ll be okay.” To be honest, you weren’t sure if you were trying to soothe Seokjin or yourself.

“The good news is that the bullet missed his lung by a good couple of inches, we’ll have to be careful in getting it out though in case the trauma causes a collapse,” Yoongi advised. “He has at least two broken ribs.”

Hoseok moaned and Yoongi tapped his face urgently, “Hoseok, this is very important. Stay with me.”

“Y-yoongi?” His voice was fried.

“Did you hit your head?”

“What?” Though it was more groan than question as Hoseok coughed, making him writhe on the table. “Hurts.”

“I know it hurts, but did you hit your head?”

“No, he-he cut me. The little one cut me,” Hoseok choked out, reaching for where the gash was on the side of his head.

Yoongi sighed in relief, “That’s good. Good job, Hobi. Val, can you fill a syringe with 20 ml of morphine for me please?” Yoongi called over his shoulder and then turning back to Hoseok, he smiled reassuringly, “You’re gonna be okay.”

You squeezed Seokjin’s hand, heart clenched in your chest, telling yourself over and over again the only thing that you’re sure of…You trust Yoongi.

All things considered, the surgery was routine, the transfusions were successful and everything went as well as it could have. Bullet injuries were relatively common amongst the greater Bangtan clan. Remove the bullet, pack the wound and use stitches if necessary. But Yoongi hadn’t performed something like that in such a critical area on someone he cared for so dearly. Under much duress, he had convinced Seokjin to sleep in one of the guest rooms in the house. Seokjin had insisted, nearly hysterically, that he keep watch over Hoseok all night, but Yoongi eventually convinced him that he would be a better help to Hoseok when he woke up if he was rested and alert. 

Yoongi sat tiredly in the seat next to yours at Hoseok's bedside. Leaning heavily on elbows pressed into his knees, he applied pressure to his temples with his fingertips and groaned softly. The sound made you turn your head. The man had been so composed since you'd known him, you'd never heard him complain of anything before.

"Headache?" You asked softly, voice barely coming out at all.

Yoongi hummed and nodded. 

The corners of your mouth curled in a grin, but you tried to hold them down as you sat up and turned your body more toward him, your knees knocking gently against each other, his stiff denim against your bare skin. "Let me." 

Yoongi looked up curiously, watching you rub your hands together. You pressed your palms to the crown of his head. "Sana, sana, colita de rana," you sang softly and slowly before running your hands down the side of his head, your fingertips barely skimming his scalp.

"What does that mean?" He desperately hoped you couldn't see the blush rising on his cheeks because of your hands touching him as you raised them to repeat the motion.

"Heal, heal, little frog's tail," you murmured in response. It didn't sound so melodic in English. 

Yoongi swallowed hard when your hands stopped, cupping his jaw as you examined his dark eyes that looked back at you, full of genuine curiosity. "What is that supposed to do?" He licked his lips.

"Make you smile."

That was enough to make his lips pull up to show you his perfect teeth and gums. His happiest smile. The one that made your heart skip a beat and your stomach flip. You let your hands fall away when he leaned back a little.

"Sorry, I didn't go to medical school."

"It was the least I could do," you shrugged. "I asked Namjoon not to go, since he knew it was a trap, but he wouldn't listen. And it wouldn't even have happened if it wasn't–"

"It worked. Sometimes home remedies are best." His smile dimmed but lingered on the edges of his lips. He looked down and gently placed his hand over yours. "I don't know what I would have done without you tonight. It's been a long time since we had a night like this." His shoulders relaxed as he sighed out, but it had more to do with his fingertips touching the skin of your thigh over which your hands rested. 

Yoongi cut you off with a squeeze of your hand. "It wasn't your fault. None of this is your fault."

"I could've at least gone with them. Maybe Hobi wouldn't–"

"Hobi is going to be fine," he assured you with a shake of his head. His free hand lifted to push hair behind your ear. "I'm glad Namjoon didn't let you go. You have a tendency to get hurt and I can't stand it," he admitted softly. 

You felt your skin burn where his hand rested against your neck. He was closer than you realized. Close like he'd been earlier. Your eyes traced his features, his small cat-like eyes, his soft round nose, until they landed inevitably at his pink lips just at the moment that the tip of his tongue darted out to wet them. 

The mere thought of you laying here instead of Hoseok caused Yoongi unimaginable grief. How was it you had become so important to him in such a short period of time? Why did the possibility of your suffering frighten him more than his friend's, more than even his own? He didn't know but he wished he could keep you just as safe as you were now, in his small clinic, under his warm hands. 

Was he leaning in or were you? It didn't seem to matter once your lips touched. His lips pushed softly against yours, molding to your mouth like they wanted to make a copy, so as never to forget what they felt like. He was warm and gentle, even as his hand shifted slightly to clutch tighter at the back of your neck. 

Your shaking hand moved from your knee to his, fingers feeling his jeans, grounding you and letting you know this was real. This was happening, even if you couldn't understand why. You couldn't have imagined kissing Yoongi; wouldn't have dared. Among all the men you'd ever known, he was probably the only truly good one, clearly far too good to be here locking lips with the likes of you. As good as it felt, it seemed wrong, too. How had you managed to force him into this? You felt for a moment that you should push him away, but just as the thought crossed your mind his hold on you tightened, pulling you closer still. If this was a mistake, maybe you could enjoy it just a little longer.

Your thoughts couldn't have been further from Yoongi's mind. 

He couldn't say just how long he'd dreamed of kissing you, but now that it was happening it couldn't feel more right. He turned his head to get a different angle, your lips smacking weakly before they reconnected and you shifted slightly closer to him, making the butterflies in his stomach flutter madly at the thought of you wanting to be closer to him. Every bit of exhaustion he felt from the long night eased out of his body the longer your lips stayed pressed to his, moving gently as your hand grabbed firmly to his thigh. A small sigh escaped him as you nipped at his bottom lip, teeth grazing the plump, pink flesh, a shade more red than they were a minute ago. 

Your eyes fluttered open for a moment, allowing you to glimpse his serene expression while his eyes remained closed. But it was enough to knock your brain back into reality, where you certainly shouldn't be kissing Yoongi, no matter how good it felt, even though you really wanted to, even if you hadn't known you wanted to until just now. You leaned further away, straightening your posture. You looked down to see Hoseok sleeping peacefully and cleared your throat.

"We should probably get some sleep. It's been a long night," you mumbled.

Yoongi swallowed and nodded, wiping his suddenly clammy hands on his pants. "Yeah, you should get some sleep."

You stood up too quickly, making the chair you were in scrape loudly against the floor. You both turned to look at your patient, but he was undisturbed, face peaceful, unlike yours, which Yoongi didn't fail to notice. Worry and guilt began to churn his stomach like molten lava.

"Val, I'm sorry," he whispered, his fingertips brushing his lips, stinging slightly from your absence.

You stared into his eyes for a moment before you shook your head and ran out of the room.

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