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The Queen has arrived

Kwon Miyong

Wife to Jinyoung, Dae, Mason, & Alex

Mafia Queen CD

Kpop Idol C Dragon

Daughter to Lee Chae-Rin and Kwon Ji Yong

CL AND GD ARE MY PARENTS

Mother to Kim Lizzy and Kim Taehyung

Mafia Queen of Eclipse Dragon Mafia

Sister to Kim Mia

Sister in Law to Min-Jun, Joo-Won, & Beom-Seok

Favorite Song: Bang Bang Bang

Favorite Kpop Group: Big Bang

Favorite Solo Artist: Jay Park

Favorite Solo Song: Me like Yuh

Best Friend: Park Jimin

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[theharrowing]

Collateral 🗡️ POV: Jimin

Jimin learns that his boyfriend played a role in his recent attack and he decides to get revenge. 

Or, the one where Jimin attempts to kill a man, but needs to call for help, and 2seok arrive to take care of more than just a dead body.

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❗ THIS IS A CHARACTER POV CHAPTER!!!

if you do not wish to perceive any POV that is not the main character, please feel free to skip this one!

🗡️Jimin x his ex, Jimin x Seokjin x Hoseok

🗡️ word count: 9.7k

🗡️ mafia au, complicated relationships, graphic violence, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit, 21+

🗡️ warnings: power bottom Jimin with ex; bottom/sub Jimin & top/dom Seokjin with allusions to top/dom Hoseok. drugging someone using cocaine laced with pharmaceuticals with the intention of killing them; use of anal plug; anal sex; restraining someone against their will; sex pivots from consensual to dubious; cocaine use; murder; being cradled in the bosom of one friend while the other suffocates his dying boyfriend with a pillow; bdsm dynamics; wearing a collar; sounding - use of sounding rod; safewords; subspace; allusions to blowjob & anal fingering with the promise of sex.

🗡️ notes: mc is referred to in 3rd person (she/her) pronouns for this chapter! i don't have Jimin's relationship tagged in the overall fic because this is the first and last time we know him by name and it feels insignificant. this chapter is a bit brutal at times. heed the warnings.

🗡️ early draft beta read by @blog-name-idk - but it has undergone some pretty big non-beta’d edits

🗡️ posted feb. 2024 - originally nov. 2022 | read on ao3

Jimin stares at his reflection in the vanity mirror. He has recently colored his hair a nice medium brown, and his gaze traces the waves that perfectly rest over his forehead, marveling at a job well done. 

Beauty is a weapon that Jimin hones and uses expertly, and this new look of his is simply an act of sharpening his blade.

R&B music plays constantly through speakers placed in every corner of the room, setting the mood while Jimin slowly and delicately applies a dusting of pink eyeshadow, highlighting with white below the brows, and finishing with soft black lines along his lids that peak in a faint cat eye at the ends. Then he applies mascara and dots gemstones along his brows and beneath his eyes.

His right eye is still bruised with deep blues and purples surrounding the socket, but the swelling has gone down, and Jimin rather likes how dramatic it looks dusted in shimmery pink. 

To complete the look, Jimin applies a light pink gloss to his lips, then gently blots on a deep red eyeshadow just to the scabbed-over slit on the right side that has been healing nicely. The injury stands out, and one would never know a touch of powder has been added to accentuate it. 

"Perfect," Jimin says with a grin as he sits back in his chair in only his briefs and takes in his reflection. 

Jimin promised Yoongi he would lay low because it was the only way he figured he would have the freedom to return as quickly as possible and enact his revenge without the others worrying too much about him. The moment he left the mansion, he drove straight to his suite at Paradise. He feels guilty for lying, but lying is one of the few privileges Jimin has always had, and at times it comes as second nature to him.

Taehyung had let it slip that Jimin's soon-to-be ex-boyfriend is associated with the man who attacked him. While the family men were beating information out of the man, he name-dropped Jiyong and mentioned he is one of Ryujin's men who had been sent to spy on the family. 

Jimin hates that he was not a bit surprised to hear the rumor. He had been having suspicions for several weeks that Jiyong may have been up to something, and he has recently been keeping him at arm's length and not inviting him to any of the mansions. Since keeping Jiyong away from the property, his attitude has begun to take a turn, and he has been unpredictable and moody, which Jimin now attributes to him being unable to complete his mission. 

So, naturally, Jimin has decided the only thing left to do is corner the man, apply a little pressure, and force him to speak, all while slowly killing him. And what better place to do so than in the comfort of his suite at Paradise, where no one will dare interfere with his actions? 

His usual guard, who is already stationed outside his room, has been informed to ignore any screaming he may hear—aside from a safeword that Jimin has chosen, of course. The room is bugged for his safety, and Jimin tries not to imagine all the things his trusty guard has heard over the years. After all, that is how he was saved from the beating that could have ended up being a lot worse.

Jimin steps back from the vanity and gives himself one more glance before sliding down from his tall makeup chair and walking to his closet. The room is nearly the size of his suite, with rows of clothing, costumes, bondage gear, jewelry, footwear, and other accessories. He walks to the first rack, which is lined with robes and lingerie, and he grabs a mesh black knee-length, long-sleeve robe with feathers lining the hems. 

Beneath the robe, all Jimin wears is tight pink briefs, and he ties the black cord around his waist loose enough to allow plenty of skin to stay exposed, showcasing several semi-faded bruises on his chest and neck. Jimin considers painting over those with a little makeup as well, but a light knock on his suite door indicates that his time to prepare has come to an end. 

"One moment, jagi!" Jimin calls from the closet. 

He smooths his hands down the soft mesh of his garment and pulls his lips into a sweet, practiced smile. All the world is a stage, and Jimin is ready to put on a final performance for Jiyong. 

With one last glance around the suite, Jimin confirms that everything is in place, and he turns off the closet light and walks to the door. The room is simple, with a large bed in the corner and shelves of sex toys between the bed and the closet door. There is a tiny kitchenette between the closet and the en suite bathroom, where Jimin can prepare something small to eat, but he only uses the space to store alcohol and the occasional snack. 

There used to be a small dining table and chairs, but after the attack, Jimin had all superfluous furniture removed, leaving only the bed, makeup chair, and vanity. He had come too close to getting the back of his head bashed into the corner of the hardwood of the table, and he does not want to take the chance again. 

The lighting is dim, with pink and purple lights giving the room a bit of a romantic glow. On the bed are black satin sheets with wrist restraints tucked just below the pillows for bondage play. 

Jimin loves being restrained and made helpless during sex. There is something he finds so addicting about handing over all control and being used as his partner pleases. Of course, bondage play is reserved only for people who Jimin trusts. Even so, the restraints he ordinarily uses have a safety mechanism to allow him to break out of them easily, should he need to. 

The restraints currently nestled under Jimin's pillow have no such mechanism. 

When Jimin opens the door wide and takes in the sight before him, his smile nearly falters. Jiyong's hair is black, short, and messy—framing his handsome face nicely—like he rolled out of bed moments before arriving. He wears a simple white tee tucked into blue jeans, and Jimin wonders how it would look with bright, deep crimson red spreading over the thin, white fabric. 

"Hey, baby boy," Jiyong says as he eyes Jimin's attire with a smirk. "When you said you wanted to speak in private I didn't realize you meant you wanted to fuck. I would have put a little more effort into my appearance."

Jimin takes a step forward and rubs his hands over Jiyong's chest. He can feel his heart beating gently behind his ribs, and he tilts his head slightly down to capture Jiyong's lips in a chaste but sweet kiss. 

"I had plans to just talk," Jimin mutters against Jiyong's lips. "But then I thought about how long it's been since we've had some time for just ourselves and I couldn't resist changing into something more enticing."

"Enticing?" Jiyong responds with a grin. "You're absolutely breathtaking, baby." 

Jimin doesn't miss the way Jiyong's gaze lingers on his bruised eye and split lip as he grips onto his shirt and backs into the suite. He glances over Jiyong's head, making eye contact with the guard who stands with his arms crossed in the hall, just opposite his door. The guard nods once, and Jimin tugs Jiyong over the threshold and closes the door, which locks behind them. 

"Let me fix us a drink, okay?" Jimin suggests, and Jiyong nods as he eagerly reaches for the black cord around Jimin's waist that holds his robe closed. Jimin swats at his hands and giggles as he backs away. 

"Have a seat," Jimin says as he nods to the bed.

Jiyong does as instructed and sits on the edge of the bed. He rubs his hands over the dark sheets and keeps his eyes fixed on Jimin, who saunters over to the kitchenette while keeping his attention partially on Jiyong as best as he can. 

Jimin pulls two short, round glasses from a small drying rack on the counter and grabs a decanter of whiskey that Yoongi gifted him, pulling the intricately designed triangle crystal top off with an inviting pop as the rubber stopper comes loose from the opening. He pours them both a finger of whiskey and puts the decanter top back on, pushing it nice and firm to create an air-tight seal. 

"Whoa," Jiyong calls from the bed, "using the special occasion whiskey?"

Jimin hums and turns to Jiyong with a smile. "That's right. Jeonggukie also gave me some new product that I would like you to try. I had a sniff shortly before you got here, and I feel incredible."

"Damn, starting without me?" Jiyong chides. 

On a small mirror, Jimin has racked up a nice thick line of cocaine, triazolam, and codeine. He brings it over to the bed with an already rolled-up note and hands it to Jiyong, then turns back to the kitchenette for the glasses of whiskey. Jiyong wastes no time snorting the concoction. 

First, there's a hiss, then a gasp. Jimin turns to Jiyong with wide, worried eyes, and much to his pleasure, he watches as his darling boyfriend struggles to hold his composure. Snorting the medications could not have felt good, Jimin thinks to himself. Probably it burns his cocaine-raw skin like crazy.

"Everything alright?" Jimin asks sweetly.

"Fuck's in this?"

Jimin chuckles, adding a lilt of playfulness at the end. "Cocaine, silly."

Jiyong taps on his nostril with the knuckle of his bent index finger and sniffs several times. "Smells off. You said this was new?"

"Just came in last night."

"And you had some?"

Jimin hums and hands Jiyong his whiskey. "I did," he lies with a soft smile.

The line Jimin racked up was pretty thick, even for an avid user such as Jiyong, and he smiles as he grabs the empty mirror from the bed and sets it onto a nearby nightstand. It is astounding, really, how someone who snorts so much cocaine does not immediately find something off about the powder and refuse to snort it. 

None of the family men would have been that stupid. But, then again, none of them do drugs outside of what Jeongguk supplies.  

Jiyong swirls his whiskey and gives it a smell, then sips it slowly, and Jimin holds back laughter at his newfound paranoia. Originally, he had planned on mixing the pills in his whiskey, but after some trial runs, the powder of the crushed-up medication was always detectable, either visually or by taste. 

"Alright," Jiyong says as he adjusts his posture, sitting up and rolling his shoulders. He winces as he sniffles loudly. "What's the special occasion?"

Jimin holds his drink out toward Jiyong, which Jiyong taps his glass gently against, and as Jimin shoots back the bittersweet liquid, Jiyong follows suit and does the same. 

"Get on the bed, jagi," Jimin says. "I want to give you my good news with your cock buried deep in my ass."

Jiyong coughs, seemingly shocked by Jimin's words, and Jimin laughs as he leans to give him a weak pat on the back. As Jiyong bends forward and attempts to catch his breath, Jimin peels the empty glass from his fingers and sets both glasses beside the mirror on the nightstand. Also on the small, black table is his silver vial of unlaced cocaine.

Perhaps it is selfish, Jimin thinks, but despite his overwhelming desire to dig his claws into Jiyong and kill him with his own two hands, he wants to fuck him one last time. He even went through the trouble of prepping himself, just in case the pills kick in too quickly.

Jiyong stands from the bed and stumbles forward a step before correcting himself, and Jimin watches as panic flashes over his face while he begins to undress. He leaves his clothing in a heap beside the bed and sits naked on the mattress, cock half-hard and looking heavy between his legs. 

"Lay down, jagi," Jimin instructs, and Jiyong smirks as he scoots back on the black silk, then rotates himself to lay with his head on the center pillow. 

Jimin bites his lip and swishes his hips to the soft R&B that plays overhead as he rubs his hands down over his pecs and tummy, then back up, feeling the soft black fabric of his mesh robe. Jiyong watches intently, following the movement of Jimin's hands, and Jimin approaches and bends slightly at the hips as he sticks his hands under the robe to gather the hem of his briefs and pull them down. 

"Gonna keep the robe on?" Jiyong asks with a grin.

Jimin nods, feeling rather femme fatale, and saunters over to the bed, wasting no time to climb on top and straddle his boyfriend's hips one last time. 

"I prepped myself," he says sweetly, giggling as Jiyong's eyes go wide, and he reaches behind Jimin to feel for himself. 

A small burst of pleasure shivers through Jimin when Jiyong's fingers touch the end of the metal anal plug, and he lets out an exaggerated moan and throws his head back. Jiyong tugs on the toy a few times, then slowly begins to pull it out, sparking Jimin to let out a genuine moan as he falls forward into Jiyong's chest. 

"So eager you prepped yourself," Jiyong teases as he tosses the plug aside and presses two long fingers into Jimin's stretched-out hole, forcing a sob to fall from between his lips. 

"Need you now," Jimin moans, rolling his hips and fucking himself onto Jiyong's fingers. 

Jiyong reaches beneath Jimin with his other hand and grabs his cock. He presses against Jimin's hole, in which his fingers are still buried, and Jimin trembles and slaps Jiyong on the chest. 

"One or the other," he complains, feeling horny and impatient. 

Jiyong pulls his fingers out and gives Jimin's ass a light slap, groaning, "Alright, alright." 

As soon as Jiyong presses his cock head into Jimin's ass, Jimin takes over and sits up, rocking his hips gently despite the overwhelming stretch. Jiyong slides his hands over Jimin's ass, grips him with intention, but then drops his arms to his sides. A light sigh leaves Jiyong, and Jimin opens his eyes to find him staring at the ceiling, looking spaced out. 

"What's the matter, Ji?" Jimin purrs as he picks up his pace, rolling his hips up and crashing them down.

Grunts and groans come from Jiyong, and he blinks several times. Finally, he mutters, "What was in that cocaine?"

Jimin slows his hips to a languid pace and grabs both of Jiyong's hands. He pulls both hands above his head and leans forward, leaving a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. 

"What do you mean?" Jimin asks sheepishly.

"I feel...fuck. Tired."

Jimin hums, reaches above Jiyong's hand to tug on a thick black strap that runs from the bed frame, to just under his pillow, and pulls out a black leather wrist cuff. Jiyong does not enjoy being restrained, so Jimin works fast to secure the cuff, which locks in place with a velcro strap that wraps around the entire wrist. 

"What—" Jiyong yanks at his restraint and attempts to claw at the velcro with his other hand. "Jimin, this isn't funny."

Jimin, who continues to slowly fuck himself on Jiyong's cock, fishes out the second restraint and wrestles it onto his wrist. Jiyong grunts in a feeble attempt to beg Jimin to free him, but he doesn't seem to have a lot of strength left in him, and the words die on his tongue. Jimin giggles as he tightens the velcro, then he sits back up and bounces his hips high, slamming them down hard, hoping to cum fast before he loses him completely. 

"Triazolam and codeine," Jimin moans as he throws his head back.

"Wh—"

"The cocaine," Jimin groans as he makes eye contact with a very heavy-lidded Jiyong. "I laced it with triazolam and codeine."

Jiyong rocks his hips as if in a panic, possibly attempting to shake Jimin off, but it does him no good. Jimin is close anyway, and he snakes one hand into his robe to squeeze at his leaking cock head, hissing from the burst of pleasure that the contact brings. 

"Don't you want to make me cum, baby?" Jimin asks, moaning through each word as his high increases.

Jiyong stammers, "Of c-course."

"It's a shame I'll never cum on this cock again," Jimin whines as he rubs the dribbled streak of precum down his shaft. 

"Jimin," Jiyong mutters, "what are you doing?"

Jimin feels so close. He picks up his pace, squeezes his eyes shut, and sobs out as his orgasm rocks through him. He catches all of his release in his hand and leans his weight on his other hand, which presses into Jiyong's chest. 

Despite bringing himself quickly to orgasm, everything feels lackluster, and Jimin sighs as he lifts his hips and drops Jiyong's still-hard cock out of him.

Originally, he wanted to blacken Jiyong's eye and split his lip as the other man had done to him, but now that Jimin comes down from his high, he just feels disappointed. He feels sad. 

"Was this relationship a sham from the start or did Shin recently buy you?"

Horror widens Jiyong's heavy eyes. "Ji-Jimin, p-please."

"Answer me!" Jimin shrieks, balling his fist as his cum runs down his wrist. 

"I'm sorry, Jimin," Jiyong mutters. "Please f-forgive me."

"Forgive you for what, exactly?"

Jimin dismounts Jiyong and gets off the bed. He picks up his pink briefs and wipes his hand off with it, then grabs his silver vial of cocaine from the nightstand, unscrews the top, and brings the attached tiny metal spoon to his nose. 

"I w-was just supposed to sp-spy on the family," Jiyong mutters pathetically.

Jimin sniffs back the drug, dips the spoon in once more, and sniffs a second small pile into the other nostril. Then he screws the top back onto the vial and holds it tight in his fist as Jiyong continues.

"I wasn't...su-supposed to f-fall in love."

Anger and bile rise up Jimin's throat, and he turns to Jiyong with a frown. "Don't you fucking dare!"

"I d-do love you," Jiyong whines, and Jimin's fist trembles. He wants to punch Jiyong until his face is unrecognizable. But he doesn't want to fuck up his hands; Jimin needs his hands. 

"You love me? Which is why you sent someone to beat me up? Weird fucking way to show your love, Ji!"

Jiyong squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head. A tear falls down the side of his face, the sight of which just adds to Jimin's fury.

"I didn't k-know—he wasn't supposed to do th..." Jiyong trails off, face falling to the side.

Jimin approaches and slaps Jiyong several times on the cheek. Jiyong startles and opens his eyes wide and pleadingly. 

"Baby," Jiyong whines.

"If you confess to me what happened I will unrestrain you, force you to vomit the pills, and we can part ways and call this done," Jimin lies. "Otherwise, you are going to die."

Jiyong's eyes open wide, and he swallows hard. "I was Sh-Shin's man from the start. But I stopped giving her inf-information. That's why she sent that guy, who—who—. He was supposed to rough up me. Not you. I'm sor-sorry."

"Ryujin sent you to spy on us, and then you got too close and betrayed her? So she sent a man to set you straight and he attacked me instead? Is that what happened?"

Jiyong nods frantically, eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head. "P-please, you can't leave me here to die. Someone will f-find out."

"People overdose in these rooms every week, jagi. Nobody will ask questions when Yoongi's men are the ones handing your body over to the morgue."

A weak, garbled sob comes from Jiyong, who attempts to scratch at his restraints. He kicks his feet out, but it is clear that his limbs are too heavy to move very well, and he gives up, curling on himself as best as he can as he cries. 

And Jimin, who thought he had everything under control, sobs before he can stop himself. In the six months that he and Jiyong have been spending time together, he has managed to catch feelings. 

They were compatible. They fit together nicely. And it was all a lie, doomed from the start because he was sent by the enemy and chose to keep that a secret even as they got close. 

The worst part is that if Jiyong had been honest with him about betraying Ryujin, they could have tried to make it work. It would have been an uphill battle, but he would have done his best to trust him.

Jimin turns away from the bed in time for tears to fall in heavy streams down his face. He can't do this. He can't follow through with the murder. He needs help. 

On the vanity counter sits Jimin's phone, and he walks over and picks it up in shaky hands, dialing Yoongi's number. Yoongi answers after one ring.

"Hello?"

"Hyung," Jimin sobs, voice squeaking. "Please don't be mad at me."

"Jiminah," Yoongi responds firmly. "I could never be mad at you. Tell me what is happening. What do you need?"

"I c-came to Paradise," Jimin hiccups. "I brought Jiyong and I drugged him but I can't finish him. I need help, hyung."

Yoongi chuckles. It is soft and bright, and it takes Jimin by surprise. He can't help but smile slightly from the sound.

"Jiminah, what did I tell you about trying to do everything by yourself?"

"I know," Jimin whines, feeling pathetic. "I'm sorry."

"Seokjin and Hoseok are at House of Cards. I can send them over now, or I can come to you in the next thirty or so minutes."

"S-Seokjin-hyung is fine."

"Don't cry, okay, Jiminie? Your hyungs will take care of it."

"Th-thank you, hyung."

The line goes dead, and Jimin lowers his phone from his ear. There was a part of him that feared Yoongi would be disappointed in him for going against his wishes of laying low. But he should know by now that Yoongi could never be disappointed in him. He has said as much many times, and he has never shown signs of faltering. 

Jimin takes a fortifying breath and holds it in his lungs before breathing it out slowly. His phone vibrates in his hand, and he lifts it to find a notification from Seokjin that says, "Be there in 5." 

Hyungs will take care of everything, Jimin reminds himself. They always do. 

The room is still and silent, and Jimin glances at the man on his bed—naked and breathing deeply, fast asleep. Jimin wasn't sure how much it would take to force an overdose, and his original plan was to smother him in the event that the pills were not enough. But now that he faces the need to finish the task, his arms feel shaky and weak. 

Jimin is not a killer. He may be family to a pack of ruthless men, but Jimin cannot bring himself to kill someone. 

With one more deep exhale, Jimin returns to his closet and grabs the clothes he came dressed in—a black long-sleeve velvet button-up and lace-front leather pants. 

The intention was to go to the club and find someone to fuck away his frustration with, but now as he slides on the thick leather pants, he does not feel like doing much of anything. He even considers finding something else to wear since it will be Seokjin and Hoseok taking him home, but he doesn't have the strength to choose a new outfit. Maybe his hyungs will consider his outfit amusing. 

Jimin manages to loosely tuck his shirt into the front of his pants before there are three firm knocks on the door. Seokjin always knocks thrice. Jimin smiles weakly to himself and shuts off the light in his closet, then makes his way to the door, keeping his eyes off Jiyong. 

When Jimin swings the door open, Seokjin immediately lifts his hands to Jimin's chin and bends to place a soft kiss on his bottom lip. Jimin gasps and immediately relaxes into the touch, and Seokjin places a second peck on his nose before standing straight and peering over his head. It has been years since Seokjin kissed him, and Jimin stands in a bit of a daze.

"I have always wondered what his cock looks like," Seokjin muses.

Jimin backhands him on the chest with a chuckle, coming back to earth as he shouts, "Hyung!"

"Tell us what you need," Hoseok says softly as his head appears from the side of Seokjin's broad shoulder. 

Jimin takes a step back and allows both men into the room, and as Seokjin walks past Jimin toward the bed, Hoseok closes the door softly and approaches Jimin, gently taking his chin in his hands just as Seokjin had. 

"Baby, your new hair color is stunning," Hoseok says sweetly, eyes sparkling. "You look so much younger."

Jimin sniffles and smiles, feeling tear streaks staining his cheeks. "I look younger because I've cried my makeup off like a child."

Hoseok chuckles and pulls Jimin into a firm hug, engulfing his head and shoulder with his arms. He smells like a freshly picked bouquet, and Jimin wraps his arms around Hoseok, sinking into the feeling; Hoseok has never hugged Jimin like this before. 

Then, Jimin hears it: a muffled voice groaning and struggling from behind him. Hoseok holds Jimin even closer.

"It'll be over in a second, baby, don't worry," Hoseok mutters against Jimin's head, and Jimin nods feebly and lets out a deep breath that he had been holding.

For years, Seokjin and Hoseok have called Jimin baby, and for years, Jimin thought it was condescending at best. But like this, tightly wound in Hoseok's arms, the name brings him comfort. Perhaps, he thinks, he had it all wrong. 

"Did he manage to confess?" Seokjin asks, and Hoseok slowly lowers his arms from around Jimin. 

Jimin is not sure what he expects to see when he turns around, but he is thankful to find that Seokjin has completely covered Jiyong with the black silk sheet. Seokjin glances around the room and begins to collect Jimin's things, grabbing his vial of cocaine and his cell phone and shoving them into his pockets.

"He said Ryujin sent him to spy on us and that he ended up fall—" Jimin stops himself, then sighs and nibbles on the inside of his lip. "When we started dating he began to lose sight of the mission. Apparently, the guy who roughed me up was actually sent here for him. Or so he claimed. I don't know. I don't fucking care anymore."

Hoseok wraps his arms around Jimin's shoulders, pulling him into a tight back-hug while Seokjin washes the whiskey glasses and mirror that had been left on the nightstand. 

"Oh, baby, you clearly do care," Hoseok says as he rests his head against Jimin's shoulder and nuzzles his nose below his ear. "And that's okay. We can help you forget."

"Forget, how?" Jimin asks, watching as Seokjin tidies up the makeup that was left on the vanity, then gathers the clothing that had been piled on the floor. 

Seokjin turns to Jimin and quickly raises his eyebrows a few times. "Any way you'd like, pretty bird. What's your poison, these days?"

What Jimin really wants is to be tied up and fucked senseless until he forgets the way Jiyong's cock felt inside him—until he forgets his own name. But he doesn't know how to ask for that, even if it happens to be something that he assumes is on the table. 

Luckily, Jimin doesn't have to ask because these two can read him like a book. Reading people is one of their many shared gifts.

"Let's get you home and take good care of you, hmm?" Hoseok suggests.

Seokjin smiles and sends him a wink. It all seems innocuous enough, but Jimin can hear it in their voices—can see it in their eyes.

Jimin nods and lets himself smile. "Okay."

On their way out of the club, Jeongguk and Taehyung show up to take care of Jiyong's body. They say Yoongi sent them, and they both give Jimin a warm hug, which is a strange thing to receive from either of them, much less both.

The ride to Seokjin and Hoseok's house is short; Jimin disassociates from the moment they get into the car, with only the sound of the large metal gate at the end of the drive pulling him from his daze. A sedan sits parked in front of the garage, so Hoseok pulls up behind it and gets out. Before Jimin can reach for the handle, his door is pulled wide open, and Yoongi stands before him with his arms outstretched.

"Hyung," Jimin mutters. He pauses before exiting, then steps out of the vehicle and into Yoongi's embrace.

"I'm so sorry for all you have been put through, Jiminah," Yoongi says against the side of Jimin's head. 

Jimin sighs and wraps his arms around Yoongi. Although he is grateful for so much care, he feels embarrassed by all the attention. The youngest two hugging him earlier was the final straw. 

"It's fine," Jimin grumbles.

Yoongi backs from the hug but takes Jimin firmly by the shoulders with both hands. "It is not fine," he says, looking Jimin sternly in the eye. "I know you had feelings for him. And I know you are a softie who hates to kill. But you are not alone. Please do not ever feel like you have to do anything alone."

"I was afraid to ask because you wanted me to lay low, and I went against your word," Jimin confesses. 

"Jiminah," Yoongi whines, knitting his eyebrow in frustration. "You know that no matter what, I will never be upset with you. I told you to lay low for your protection, but you are not a child. I trust you to do what you think needs to be done. Just please do not do everything by yourself. We are a family for a reason, and I am here for you, no matter what."

Jimin wiggles out of Yoongi's grasp and mutters, "Yes, hyung," as he attempts to follow Seokjin and Hoseok into their house, but Yoongi stops Jimin, grabbing his hand and giving him a gentle tug.

"One more thing," Yoongi mutters as Jimin turns to face him. Yoongi looks tired, like he hasn't slept since the last time Jimin saw him, and he wears a black tee with no button-up, which is concerning. Even in his own home, it is rare to find Yoongi dressed down in the middle of the day. 

"What is it, boss?" 

Yoongi sighs and nibbles on the inside of his mouth, crossing his arms over his chest. "Our darling knows you were the queen."

Anxiety drops to the pit of Jimin's stomach. "How—"

"She had a dream about the night she killed Seungri, and it was hard to hold back the fact that we knew all about the incident. She wanted to know how much we knew, so Namjoon and I took her to dinner and did our best to explain the events that led to that night. It...did not go very well."

"Oh."

"I do not think she is angry with you, but it is hard to say. But just be mindful of that, next time you see her. Maybe you two should have a conversation. I did not tell her much about your involvement; after a certain point she no longer wanted to listen."

Jimin swallows a lump and nods. Every inch of him tingles with anxiety, and he hates the idea of having to look her in the eye, knowing that she knows. He had planned to tell her eventually, but he was banking on not having to for a while longer—at least, not until he got to know her a little better. Curse Yoongi and his moments of kindness.

"Understood," Jimin mutters sullenly. 

Yoongi wraps his arms around Jimin once more and gives him a kiss on the cheek, which causes Jimin to grimace and attempt to wiggle away. 

"Everyone is so loving today," Jimin whines.

With a chuckle, Yoongi drops his arms from around Jimin. "The youngest two act like grumpy old men, so I have always kind of viewed you as our baby."

"Great," Jimin mutters as he rolls his eyes, though the thought of being the baby of the group does delight him quite a bit. Of course, he can never let them know that. "I'll lay low for real, this time. If dove needs space, then I can wait but if it seems like she wants to talk, let me know, and I can come right over."

Yoongi nods, flashes half a smile, and turns toward the path that connects his mansion with Seokjin's. With a final, fortifying breath, Jimin faces the house to find Seokjin standing in the doorway. His arms are crossed over his chest, but his body language is otherwise relaxed and patient—head leaning to the side against the door frame with one ankle crossed over the other. It feels oddly domestic to approach the man waiting for him in such a fashion, and Jimin hesitates before he takes a step forward. 

When they were younger, back when Seokjin joined the group and was getting trained to be a family man, Jimin was the only one not sleeping with anyone within the group, to his estimation. Taehyung and Jeongguk never came out and said anything at the time, but there was an abrupt shift in their demeanors one day—a playfulness that Jeongguk rarely displayed with anyone else—that led Jimin to believe that something had been going on. 

Seokjin quickly broke down Jimin's walls and his inclination toward avoiding platonic sex, and they spent a good two months exploring new depths of pleasure and pain, and waking up in each other's arms. And then Hoseok joined the team, and slowly, Seokjin began to replace his time with Jimin with his time with Hoseok. 

At first, Jimin felt salty about it, but as he got to know Hoseok, he understood their bond. Not only do they come from affluent families, but they are both sadistic little freaks with a bloodlust, and a penchant for manipulation. Perfect for one another.

Over the years, there has been an open invitation for Jimin to join them in bed. And over the years, Jimin has nearly caved many times. But fucking one's friends is oftentimes messy, and Jimin has always worried about being the cause of some rift between bonds of irreplaceable men, potentially making Yoongi's life more difficult. 

Not to mention, being his own top whore at Paradise has afforded him the ability to use others as a means to sexual needs and escape. So he has stayed out of their relationship.

But there has always been an inkling at the back of Jimin's mind—not only to see how Seokjin has changed over the years, but to discover what Hoseok is into, as well. Jimin has done well to keep his distance and stave off his curiosity, but today he is feeling rather vulnerable. Today he wants to experience subspace—something only Seokjin has ever helped him to accomplish.

As Jimin approaches the house and walks up the three concrete steps to the landing, Seokjin straightens his posture and holds out his arm. 

"Hoseokie is fixing up a quick stew. Would you like me to draw you a bath, or would you like to stay as you are?"

Jimin considers it. A bath does sound nice, but he would rather not be alone with his thoughts right now. "I'll stay as I am."

"Wonderful," Seokjin responds as he lets his door fall closed behind them and secures two deadbolts. The smell of something hearty and rich hits Jimin's nose, making him suddenly aware of how hungry he is. Jimin toes out of his shoes and kicks them near the neatly stacked rows of shoes and boots, and Seokjin does the same with a giggle—as if he knows Hoseok will be displeased with his carelessness, and he finds it delightful.

Jimin leans into Seokjin's hold as they make their way through the living room to the kitchen. Most of the houses on the compound are the same. Open concept foyer, living room, and kitchen with spare rooms on the first level and stairs that lead up to bedrooms and bathrooms on both floors. Each house has more rooms than its occupant—or occupants—have a need for, so many of the homes have guest rooms, offices, gyms, libraries, and so on. 

Seokjin and Hoseok have tailored several guest rooms to be sexual fantasy havens, decorated a certain way, and stocked with outfits and toys to suit that particular brand of fantasy. Hoseok is rather proud of his dollhouse room and has shown off pictures of pink walls and lavish furniture that appear as if the room had come straight out of a barbie dream house. Seokjin, on the other hand, brags most about his puppy playhouse, stocked full of harnesses and leashes, with various cages throughout.

It occurs to Jimin, as he is led to the kitchen, that he has not been back to this house since Hoseok moved in and began to decorate. There is a certain quality to the furnishings that gives the home a baroque feel—intricately hand-carved wood, gold leaf accents, and velvet upholstery. Count Dracula himself could have assisted with the interior design. Jimin smiles as he cranes his neck to see the various paintings and sconces on high, wainscotted walls.

In the dining area is a wooden table—as intricately hand-carved as everything else they own—that seats eight beside a wall of glass which overlooks a surprisingly minimalist garden. In the distance, Taehyung's mansion can be seen sticking out from a wall of tall shrubs and columnar trees. Just past the dining area, Hoseok is busy in a surprisingly modernly furnished kitchen with black marble counters and black steel appliances, dancing to a tune he hums while stirring a pot. 

"Have a seat!" Hoseok calls over his shoulder, and Seokjin guides Jimin to the chair at the head of the table, muttering, "Guest of honor." 

Jimin rounds the table and sits, then places his hands on the top of the hardwood and stares down at the mauve ceramic bowl and matte bronze utensils. He feels anxious and does his best to breathe deeply—in through his nose, pushing his belly out while keeping his shoulders down, and out through his mouth—to keep the swirl of panic that fights inside him at bay. Meanwhile, Seokjin is in the kitchen, presumably helping Hoseok while Jimin waits.

"Wine or soju, baby?" Hoseok asks.

"Or whiskey?" Seokjin suggests. 

Jimin turns his head, glancing from the corner of his eye to find Seokjin leaning against the marble counter with his black sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His dark hair is pushed off his forehead today, and he looks absolutely stunning—but, then again, Seokjin always looks stunning.

"Soju is fine," Jimin responds with a soft smile, and watches as Seokjin straightens his posture and makes his way to the fridge. Then, Hoseok spins with a large, steaming pot in mauve oven-mitt-covered hands, and Jimin's eyes follow as he rounds their large marble island and brings the pot to the table. 

Hoseok's wavy dark hair falls over his forehead, and after the pot is plopped onto a cloth pad in front of Jimin, Hoseok turns to him and winks, then straightens and makes his way back into the kitchen. Jimin stares ahead at the wafting steam as Seokjin and Hoseok come back and forth, bringing soju and side dishes before settling down.

"You happened to need comfort on a day that I was already planning to make short rib stew," Hoseok says cheerily. "I had everything prepped and simmering since this morning."

Seokjin serves Jimin a bowl while Hoseok fills everyone's glasses, and they dig in. The stew is hearty and does not pack too much spice or overwhelming flavor, which is exactly what Jimin's anxious stomach needs, and he feels grateful for his family men. 

Dinner comes and goes in a bit of a daze. The food is delicious, but Jimin's appetite is not what it normally is, so he slurps and chews slowly while Seokjin and Hoseok hold conversation around him. It is nice, Jimin thinks, to be present without having to contribute much. He is not sure he is really in the mood to talk, but he enjoys hearing the back and forth of his hosts, even if he struggles to catch exactly what they are discussing. 

After their meal, Seokjin clears the table while Hoseok fills their glasses with more soju. Jimin feels satisfied but not too full, and all the soju has helped relax him enough that the anxiety is at bay. Perhaps Seokjin and Hoseok being present has helped in that sense, too. Jimin is not entirely sure. 

"What would you like, baby?" Hoseok asks. "We could relax in front of the television...or we could head upstairs and take your mind off everything in other ways."

Jimin is pulled from his thoughts—most of which are just spaced out staring into nothing—and blinks at Hoseok, who sits to his right with his chin cradled in his palm.

Hoseok continues, "We could relax in front of the television...or we could head upstairs and take your mind off everything in other ways."

"I'm not sure," Jimin admits. "But I could use a distraction...more than what the television might offer. What did the two of you have in mind?"

Hoseok grins, then bites his lip, humming and cocking his head as if in thought. "I've wanted to have you in our home for so long, I feel too overwhelmed with possibility to choose."

Warmth floods Jimin's neck and cheeks, and he flits his tongue out to wet his lips, watching as Hoseok's eyes follow the movement. "Same," he mutters softly, suddenly feeling shy.

"Well," Seokjin offers as he returns to the table and drapes himself over Hoseok's shoulders, "we could tie you up, whip you, and all that usual stuff. Or, we can take you into one of the doll rooms and dress you up like our pretty little princess, then punish you until you cry."

"Or, we can also go easy on him," Hoseok chides as he turns to look at Seokjin with a playful smile.

Seokjin shakes his head and, staring into Jimin's eyes, says, "Baby doesn't want us to go easy. Does he?"

"No," Jimin responds with a delicate shake of his head, still in disbelief that his conversation is happening. "I want to lose myself."

"What a delight to know some things never change," Soekjin says.

Jimin does not miss the way Hoseok's face lights up with delight. The wide, toothy grin sends a shiver down Jimin's spine, and he has to look away, gaze falling to the cup of soju before him. He picks it up and takes a gulp of the cool, bittersweet liquid, then sets it down. 

"I know just the thing," Seokjin says as he stands up straight and holds his hand out to Jimin. 

Jimin scoots his chair back from the table and stands, then takes Seokjin's hand. A gasp escapes him as Seokjin tugs him close, forcing him to stumble into his chest. 

"Come this way, baby."

"Okay," Jimin mutters softly.

Hoseok stands and peers over Seokjin's shoulder. "Okay is an improper response for your hosts. What do you say to us, baby?"

Jimin knows this game—has played it many times with Seokjin before, and is absolutely unsurprised that Hoseok prefers the same. 

"Yes, sir," he tries and is rewarded with another devious grin and a nod of Hoseok's head. 

Jimin is led through the dining area, back through the living room, to a set of stairs beside the entrance, and then up. The master bedroom in these homes is a door at the end of the hall—a large room that takes up most of the second floor, but Jimin knows that he is not being taken there. Seokjin leads him to a large wooden door on the right.

As they approach, Hoseok takes the lead and keys in a passcode, which unlocks the door. When Hoseok walks in, dim lights flick on automatically, revealing a room with large, comfortable couches and chairs, a bed, and shelves upon shelves of sex toys—from impact toys to dildos and plugs, and more. 

Everything is black and dark red, with bursts of yellow and red light glowing from beneath and behind furniture and stationary devices, with no lighting overhead. Hoseok walks to a large black sofa in the center of the room and sits on one of the far ends with his arm outstretched over the back. 

"Go to Seokie, baby," Seokjin instructs, and Jimin mutters, "Yes sir," as he releases Seokjin's hand and makes his way to the couch, slotting himself beside Hoseok's open arm. 

"Jinnie, bear, what did you have in mind for us, today?" Hoseok asks, craning his neck to follow Seokjin's movements through the room. 

Seokjin stands before a large, dark armoire with a door swung open on the left side. Hanging from hooks on the inside of the door are various small toys, and Jimin immediately recognizes what Seokjin is reaching for because this is something they used to do together all those years ago. 

Jimin shifts on the couch, feeling a wave of apprehension return as he watches Seokjin take a small silicon rod and begin to wipe it clean with a cleansing pad. Seokjin has always been meticulous with cleanliness and sterilization after play, but he always gives his toys and tools an additional swipe with a gentle cleanser before use. 

With the door to the armoire wide open, Seokjin turns to the couch and raises an eyebrow at Jimin—a silent question. 

Jimin nods, whispers, "Yes, sir," and swallows thickly while Hoseok's fingers dance over Jimin's shoulder, sending a tingle of comfort through him. 

"Want to wear a collar for us, baby?" Hoseok offers.

Jimin does want to wear a collar, and he turns with wide, eager eyes and nods. "Yes, sir."

"We bought one just for you," Hoseok blurts out. He worries his bottom lip between his teeth before continuing. "I-if you'd like that one?"

"You bought me one?" Jimin asks, feeling affection burst and bloom in his chest. 

"We've been waiting for you to join us," Hoseok admits, blushing pretty and nervous as his cheeks take on a slightly darker shade in the dim light.

Jimin feels overwhelmed with joy but also with regret. Some part of him always assumed that there was no place for him in their bed—that their invitations were a courtesy simply extended to the man Seokjin used to fuck, and nothing more. 

Hoseok scoots to the edge of the couch and slides himself away from Jimin, then he makes his way to the same armoire Seokjin stands near. From a drawer on the right side, Hoseok produces a black, rectangular box, then he stands on his toes and kisses Seokjin on the cheek before returning to Jimin, sitting beside him on the edge of the sofa with his body angled in and their knees touching. 

Jimin waits eagerly as Hoseok opens the box, revealing a very thin black leather collar with pale pink metal o rings hanging from various points around the length. Jimin's breath gets caught in his throat as tears well in his eyes, and he looks up to Hoseok, then to Seokjin, and back at the choker.

"This is—" Jimin begins, but his words get caught. "Thank you."

"Your hair was that pretty pale pink back when we bought it," Seokjin says as he approaches with a small silicon toy in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other.

Jimin smiles and runs an index finger over the hoops. His hair was pale pink when he met Hoseok, which means—

"You bought this for me that long ago?"

Hoseok hums and smiles softly. "We always wanted you to come to us, baby."

"I'm sorry," Jimin mutters quietly before he can stop himself. 

Seokjin tuts his tongue and sits on the couch beside him. "Nonsense. We knew you would come when you were ready. Well, we hoped, anyway." 

Hoseok interjects, "Admittedly, we did get a little jealous every time you brought some new guy around. We began to wonder if you held a grudge."

Gently, Hoseok removes the collar from the box and holds it up to Jimin's throat with a smile. As he wraps the thin leather around Jimin's neck and leans in closely to tighten it, Jimin breathes in Hoseok's floral, musky scent. The cold metal hoops kiss his skin and cause goosebumps to break over his arms.

"Perhaps a little," Jimin admits softly. "I guess for a while, I felt replaced."

Hoseok finishes clasping the collar, then sits back and gently takes Jimin's face in his hands. His pretty lips are downturned in a frown as he says, "I'm so sorry, baby."

"We have you here now, and that is all that matters," Seokjin says as he gets onto his knees on the floor.

Jimin straightens out and sits back on the couch while Seokjin crawls between his knees, and Hoseok's hands slide from Jimin's face, down to his neck, and to his chest. Seokjin sets the items in his hand beside Hoseok, then places both hands on Jimin's knees and rubs them up to his thighs. The warmth of Seokjin's hands and the distant but familiar sight of him looking up at Jimin from between his legs stir up myriad emotions. 

Seokjin leans forward and, with a smirk, finds the end of one of the strings on Jimin's pants with his teeth. Jimin's breath hitches as Seokjin gazes up at him through his lashes and begins to slowly sit back, untying Jimin's leather pants using only his mouth. Jimin finds himself panting as Seokjin runs his hands down and up his thighs, then further, to his waist. 

"Let's get you out of these," Seokjin purrs with a smile. "As much as I love the sight of you in leather."

Jimin nods, already feeling a bit dazed, and he lifts his hips as Seokjin gathers the waistband of his pants and briefs and tugs them down, past his thighs. Seokjin pulls, forcing Jimin's legs straight up in the air and he slides down in a slouching position, giggling softly as his hands grip the edge of the cushions for stability.

Rather than free Jimin's legs from the leather pants, Seokjin stops with Jimin's knees restrained and his legs standing tall, and rubs down the backs of Jimin's bare thighs, spreading him slightly. Jimin gasps and struggles to hold himself in position as Seokjin's fingers tease near his balls and down to his ass. 

"Hyung," Jimin whines, though for what he whines, he is unsure. 

Hoseok helps Jimin by sitting high on his knees beside him and tugging at the pants, freeing his legs. As soon as Jimin's feet fall free from the fabric, his legs spread, and Seokjin takes advantage of the position and pushes his thighs open, spreading him wide. Jimin hardly has a chance to adjust before Seokjin's warm, wet tongue is pressing and laving against his half-hard length. 

A breathy whimper punches from Jimin's lungs, and he shivers as Seokjin leaves sloppy, wet kisses along his thighs and groin in no discernable rhythm or pattern. Jimin slowly, gently lowers his legs and attempts to sit up and get more comfortable, but Seokjin presses Jimin's hips firmly into the couch, and Hoseok removes the cushion behind him, slowly lowering him onto his back. The couch is far deeper than Jimin realized when he sat, and he nearly distracts himself by wondering how thick those cushions are, but the sound of a lube bottle snapping open instantly dissolves all thought. 

"Have you sounded since doing it with me?" Seokjin asks. 

Jimin shakes his head, then remembers Seokjin probably can't see the movement and says, "No, sir."

"We'll go nice and slow, baby," Hoseok says as he pets Jimin's hair. "Just tell us what you need, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

"And if you go non-verbal and need me to stop?" Seokjin asks as he drags his teeth over the soft flesh of Jimin's inner thigh.

"Clap my hands, sir," Jimin whimpers as the idea of becoming so high from pleasure that he might lose his ability to speak tingles through him. 

"Good baby," Seokjin and Hoseok say in tandem, sending a wave of arousal and excitement crashing over Jimin all at once.

All Jimin wants is to be so good for them that he breaks and becomes a shell of himself—a vessel for nothing but pleasure. Jimin does not reach that level of high with anyone else. Not with his now-dead ex, and certainly never with his clients. 

His achievement of subspace relies heavily on not only his level of trust but also on the unique types of pain that he has only explored with Seokjin. He found out about subspace by chance with Seokjin and has never allowed anyone to come close since. 

Jimin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, relaxing into the couch as best as he can while Seokjin gathers his cock and gently holds it in his hand, pointed straight up. Jimin prefers to sound while only partially erect, and he tries only to think of things that will stop him from becoming too hard, replaying the visual of alertness draining from his exes eyes as the laced cocaine pulled him from consciousness. 

Remembering the murder that had taken place mere hours ago is probably a mistake, and Jimin nearly begins to spiral and panic. But then the blunt tip of a small, silicon rod begins to enter the hole of his cock, and Jimin returns to reality. Seokjin is so painfully slow that as Jimin's eyes fly open and he stares up at the ceiling, all thoughts that had previously plagued him are wiped clean.

The stretch of his urethral opening is a familiar sting Jimin does his best to adjust to, and he gasps and claws at the couch as he tells himself over and over silently to breathe, just breathe, in slowly and out just as slowly, breathe, breathe, breathe.

"Does it hurt, baby?" Hoseok asks as he gently pets Jimin's hair.

"Yes, sir," Jimin manages through clenched teeth.

"Color?" Seokjin asks, stilling his movement but keeping the silicon inserted.

In the past, they always used the stoplight safeword system, where green signals for Seokjin to keep going and red signals for him to stop.

"Green, sir," Jimin responds, almost desperately.

Seokjin continues to slowly press in, stretching Jimin open with the small tool. The feeling no longer stings, but it does feel intrusive in a way that makes him want to squirm and claw and fight. It also feels so good—so unbelievably, incomprehensibly good—that Jimin trembles and sinks and does his best to disappear completely. 

"You're doing so good for us, pretty baby," Hoseok says sweetly, running his hand over Jimin's clothed chest, grazing his fingertips over a nipple and sending sparks through him. 

"Th-thank you, sir."

The pressure in Jimin's cock evens out, and Jimin tilts his head to find that the sounding rod has been completely inserted, with nothing but a little black loop sticking out from his tip. Jimin drops his head back to the couch and lets out a deep exhale. Already, he feels tingly and breathless—light as a feather on the breeze.

"I'm going to stretch you open a fuck you now," Hoseok mutters into Jimin's ear, making Jimin gasp. "Does that sound good to you, baby?"

"Yes, sir."

"And if we completely lose you to subspace, what should we do?" Seokjin asks.

"Continue to fuck me," Jimin mutters with a smile. "Use me until you're done and clean me up."

"You're sure about that?" Hoseok asks as his teeth graze over Jimin's throat.

Jimin has never been so sure of anything in his life. "Yes, sir," he whimpers desperately. He trusts them with his life. 

A lube-slick hand strokes Jimin's cock, and his sense of reality cracks. The pleasure feels so intense with the sounding rod snug inside him, that all he can do is gasp and continue to weakly claw at the cushion below him. 

Jimin hardly recognizes the weight on the couch shift, nor his upper half being lifted enough to tug the shirt over his head before his back is returned to the warm, soft cushion. 

When Jimin's legs are spread and a long, slick finger is prising him open, he realizes that he is lying fully on the couch—that he has been shifted around entirely. Punchdrunk on dizzying euphoria, all Jimin can comprehend is what his body feels; nothing else in the world exists. 

And when a warm, wet mouth engulfs his cock at the same time as two fingers stretch him open, Jimin fades completely from his body and floats to the ceiling. 

For the first time in years, Jimin feels the warm, peaceful hug of subspace, and he is totally and completely gone. His body and mind and trusted solely to these two handsome devils, and he is completely at their mercy.

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[beautifulxcara]

Hi, I am Tien Cara

I am known as Queen Lilith of Nephliem's Purgatory Mafia

My Stage Name is Rayne

I'm Vietnamese

I'm 19 years old

I'm married to 4 wonderful men

My adopted dad is Kwon Jiyong, aka G Dragon

My adopted mom is Lee Chae-Rin Aka CL

My sister is Kim Mia

My brothers are Loki, Caius, Alec

My kids are Taehyung, Monica, Riley

My Neice is Kim Aurora

My biological parents were killed by a Rival Mafia of G Dragon and CL, so they adopted me

My parents were vietnamese

Quote of the day: If you have a problem with us say it to our faces not behind our backs or you are considered a Punk Ass Bitch

[kpop---scenarios]

Bound To You

Commissioned by: @skittlez-area512

Genre: Mafia! Arranged Marriage! AU

Warning: Smut, Launguage

Word Count: 5.7k

If you had the slightest choice of the family you were born into, you absolutely would not have picked the one you got. 

Growing up your father drank, alot. He yelled constantly, always slapping your mother when she politely asked him to keep quiet as he was scaring the children. 

"Fuck them kids." Was his response. Your father never told you he loved you, never told you he was proud of you for graduating top of your class in highschool despite him being such a piece of shit. As stupid as it sounded, and as much as you hated the man, you wanted the validation from him. You wanted to know if he had any kind of bond with you, even the smallest. 

But that never came. The only time he was even remotely nice was when he needed something. When they were out of money and you were working so you had to support his drinking and gambling addictions, or he'd raise his hand to you. Your brother, who was 4 years older than you also still lived at home. He did his best to protect you and your mother from your father's fists but he worked a lot. He was responsible for paying the bills since your father refused to work, and wouldn't allow your mother to work, because in his mind she would cheat on him. 

You hated it here, but even at the age of 23, you couldn't leave. Even when he hit you, you couldn't leave your mother alone with him. Your father would kill her. There was no doubt in your mind. 

You sat on the couch, the house was quiet. You could hear your mother weeping in the kitchen, your father nowhere to be found. He had freaked out on everyone, slapping your mother before taking off out the front door. 

His absence was extremely welcomed.  You turn your head focusing on the show playing on the TV, when you hear yelling outside, that seemed to be coming closer. The front door of your house swung open, your dad being shoved to the floor of the entrance. 

"Where is she?" A voice snaps. 

"Ayn! Get over here!" Your father spits from the floor. Slowly you rise from the couch, reaching for your mother who came from the kitchen."Ayn!" He yells again. 

"What?" You snap, standing above the drunk man. 

"This is her." He huffs. 

You look over to the large men accompanying your father,  who are now looking at you carefully. 

"Will he approve." A deep voice says. "Taeyang, grab her." The man says. 

"Thank you! Thank you!" Your father gravels at the man's feet.

"Your debt is cleared. Do not return." He snaps, leaving  To walk out the door. The other man grabs your arm tightly, Yanking you towards him following the other man of the door. 

"What the hell are you doing!?" You snap, trying to fight the man off.

"You didn't warn her?" Taeyang scoffs. 

"Why should I? Useless bitch." Your father laughs. 

Without hesitation, the tall man swiftly kicks your father in the stomach, resulting in the sound of ribs crunching. 

"Your father sold you to Kwon Jiyong, to pay off his gambling debts." He tells you. "You will marry Jiyong in one month." 

"Do I not get a say!? This isn't even his life! It's mine! You can't use me as your payment!" You scream. 

"I can and I did." Your father coughs. "Take her." 

The man throws you over this shoulder, knowing you wouldn't go easily. You fought as hard as you could, but it didn't work. You were stuck, your fate was unknown and you were terrified. The door shut behind you, and all you could hear were the sobs and pleas of your distraught mother fading away as you're put into a van and taken away. 

"Please don’t kill me." You sob. You just knew that was your fate, and absolutely something your father would do. The wedding they had mentioned earlier couldn't actually be true. 

"What?" Taeyang laughs. "You're not dying."

"Although, you will probably wish you were dead." One mumbles. 

"I mean you're not wrong, Daesung." Taeyang smirks.

"Enough. You know GD has microphones in here." The tall one snaps. 

"Right." They both sigh. 

"But I can't actually get married." You scoff. 

"You are. One month." Daesung says. 

"I'm only 23! I haven't even had my first love yet! I wanted to travel and do so much." You cry. 

None of the three men say anything as the van pulls into a gravel driveway, stopping in front of probably the biggest house you had ever seen. 

Taeyang pulls you from the back of the van, holding onto your tied hands behind you back, guiding you inside. 

You walk through a grand entrance, painting littering the walls, sculptures against the walls. It smells of stale cigars and whiskey as you walk deeper into the house, passing through a nosy living room before stopping in front of a pair of grand double doors. 

Daesung pushes the doors open, revealing a man standing there, his back facing you. 

"She's here boss." The tall one says. 

"Thank you, TOP." He snickers, turning around. 

You had never seen someone as beautiful as the man who stood before you. He was wearing a dark blue suit, a neck tattoo visible. His fingers held a few rings, while his face was just.. perfect. 

"She'll do." He says, smirking at you. "Take her to her room." He finishes, turning back around. 

If that was who you were marrying, maybe this wouldn't be too bad. 

Oh how you were so wrong.

That night he lay in your bed, in an unfamiliar room, your eyes staring at the ceiling as the events of that day flooded through your head. You wanted to know what exactly was going on and none of his men would tell you anything. They just tell you to wait for Jiyong, but when was that going to be? 

 Taking the initiative you get out of your bed and open the large door leading to a hallway.  Quietly you sneak down the staircase heading towards the double doors you had stood in front of earlier. Taking a deep breath, you gently place your hand on the door knob Quietly turning it until you slightly pull the door open, without a sound.  You peak your head inside, a gasp coming from your mouth without thinking about it. 

You see a sweaty Jiyong, his hands gripped on a woman's hips as he harshly pounds into her, moans slipping from her mouth. With your eyes wide you look away, closing the door before you're caught, tiptoing back to your room, feeling quite dumb. You had wanted to talk to him, but you seem to forget what type of man he was. He's a mafia boss, the most ruthless. You needed to just stay in the shadows unless asked for or spoken too. Much like living in your parents house. Not to be seen or heard. 

You fell asleep that night actually sort of missing your house, mostly just your mom. 

It was a few days before you actually saw Jiyong, mostly just hangout in your room, with meals being brought to you until he returned from wherever he was. 

** 

One morning, you're woken up to the sound of clapping. It was a struggle to open your eyes, but when you did you saw Jiyong standing there, looking good in a tight fitted suit. 

"Did you enjoy the show last night?" He asks, cocking his head to the side. 

"I.. uh.. what?" You ask, not sure if you should just fess up to what you had witnessed. 

"I know you saw. I'm asking if you enjoyed it. Yes or no, that's not a hard question to answer." He says. 

You get up, swinging your legs over the edge of your bed, your head hanging low. 

"Im sorry. I just had some questions. I didn't see much." You whisper. 

"I have nothing to hide." He smirks. "Anyways, that's not why I'm here. I'm here because of this." He pauses, pointing up and down your body. "Is not going to work." 

"Kim." He calls out. A woman walks in, her face serious as she pulls you off your bed, standing you in front of them both, before forcing off the large t-shirt you slept in that night. 

You stand there, stunned as they circle you, talking to each other about what needs work and what will do. 

"Hair cut and colour, make up. Body is fine. Do something with those nails." Jiyong says. "Have her ready for the engagement party. Tonight." He says, walking out of the room. 

"Lets go." She says, pulling your arm towards the door. 

"Um. Can I put on clothes first?" You ask, looking down at your bra and panties. 

"Oh. Sure." She says, letting go. 

You go to your closet, picking out the easiest thing to put on, a sundress, already dreading what the day had in store for you. 

** 

Five hours later, you tiredly walked into your room, looking at a person in the mirror you didn't even recognize. Your hair was completely different, you never actually envisioned yourself with that colour. Your skin was glowing after being pummeled and smoothed, the smell you radiated reminded you of a bakery your mother used to take you too. 

The glow you had was hard to miss, but you kind of liked it. You smiled at yourself, but we're almost blinded by the whiteness of your teeth, it was almost too much. Your stomach drops, you don't know who this person standing before you is. You try anything to make yourself feel like yourself, but it doesn't work. This was your life now. You had appearances to keep up, better get used to it now. 

You hear a knock at your door before it opens immediately after. "Miss." A man calls out. "You have 20 minutes until it's time to go." He says, making you remember that tonight was the night you announce your engagement to everyone Jiyong knows. 

With a forced smile on your face you slip into the strapless dark satin dress that hugged your curves, as well as showed off your legs with a long slit up the sides. You stared at yourself in the mirror, in a dress that was the most flattering thing you had ever seen yourself in. You may not know who you were, but damn you looked good. 

You slid on your heels, strapping them on before heading out the door, meeting one of Jiyong's men outside your door. 

"He's waiting at the bottom of the stairs." He tells you. 

Without a word, you take a step down, heading towards your fiance that you knew nothing about. 

You see him standing there, adjusting the cuffs of his suit before looking up, a small smile crossing his face before it goes back straight. 

"That looks much better. You look good." He says, walking away leaving you trailing behind him. 

"Thanks." You whisper, rolling your eyes. 

** 

The entire car ride to the party was spent with Jiyong telling you what not to say, so when you finally pulled up to the venue, you were more than ready to get out and talk to anyone else. But before you could go in, he handed you a beautiful and large diamond ring to slide onto your ring finger for your engagement ring. 

You walked into the grand building, everything was so elegant. Waiters circled the floor with the most expensive champagne, waitresses with finger foods, the ceiling sparkled from the chandelier and the lights, gentle music played in the corner of the room. 

It truly was beautiful. 

However, you didn't get to take a lot of time to take it all in. Within seconds there were people coming up to you and Jiyong, introducing themselves, asking to see your ring and how the wedding planning was going. It was all a lot to take in. 

"Excuse me." You smile at the people who circled you and Jiyong, whispering in his ear that you were going to go to the bathroom. 

You needed a few minutes to yourself, to calm down and ease your anxiety. This was just a lot. 

When you finished in the bathroom, you were making your way back to Jiyong when you were stopped by a man. 

"Hello there beautiful." He says, stepping in front of you. 

"Hello." You respond with a small smile. 

"My my my, just how did Mr. Kwon pull someone like you?" He asks. 

"I'm sorry?" 

"I just want to know how he managed to get someone like you? You look like you'd be a much better fit for someone like, oh I don't know, me." He smirks, reaching over to touch your arm. 

"Isn't that a shame, Jackson that she is in fact mine, and not yours." Jiyong spits, walking over to stand beside you. He effortlessly slides his arm around your waist, pulling you in close. 

"Ahh, I suppose. But she could be mine. If she so chose." Jackson winks. 

"I'll pass." You smile. "I'm happy where I am." 

"You sure, sweetheart? I could make you happier." He offers. 

"I don't think you could." You say, turning your head to give Jiyong a kiss on the cheek. 

"I believe the lady has spoken." Jiyong says, clearing his throat. He had not been expecting that from you, but he liked it. 

You give Jackson a small smile before Jiyong guides you away, placing his glass down on the bar before you and he exited the building before getting in his car. The ride was silent, you spent most of it playing with your fingers with your head down, not knowing what you should say or if you should say anything. Jiyong kept one hand locked on the steering wheel, staring straight at the road, but the one thing you noticed was that his knuckles were white as he gripped the wheel hard. Something had made him mad, but what? 

When the two of you arrived back at the house, Jiyong stormed from the car and towards the house before stopping in his tracks. 

"Don't get it twisted." He began. "I don't fucking want you, but you're still mine and I don't share." He spits before going into the house, heading to his office and slamming the door. You stood outside the door for a few minutes, debating on whether you should knock or not when you heard him yelling. 

"Don't you ever disrespect me like that again!" You hear him yell. "I'll pull all my fucking connections from your crew Jackson, don't fucking test me." He snaps before slamming down the phone. 

**

Over the next few days, you had spent your time wandering around, reading, watching shows, but also getting close to some of his men. Specifically Taeyang and Daesung. They made you laugh so often, sometimes you'd catch Jiyong staring at you as you laughed, or watching you when you walked past him. You tried not to over analyze it but your brain couldn't help it. This was the man you now had to spend your life with, you wanted him to feel something, anything. 

** 

The night before the wedding, you couldn't sleep. You were terrified to get married to a mafia leader, especially one as terrifying as Jiyong. You had heard the rumors of what he had done and what he was capable of and part of you was scared that if you did anything to make him mad, he would make you disappear. 

Tired of tossing and turning, you got out of your bed, going to look at the backyard that had been set up for your wedding. The lights, the flowers, decorations, the way the chairs were set up, everything looked beautiful. If you had been marrying a man you loved you would have felt giddy and excited for this but instead you were nervous. 

"Looks good, doesn't it?" You hear from behind you. 

Turning your head, you see Daesung standing there, with his arms crossed. 

"It's beautiful." You whisper.

"You should get some sleep. You've got a long day tomorrow." He says, nodding his head towards the door. 

"I know." You sigh, heading back in with him trailing you. 

"Try to get some sleep." He says, standing at the bottom of the stairs, right across from Jiyong's office. Before you could say anything or go upstairs, you hear a female giggle from inside his office. 

"Aren't you getting married tomorrow?" You hear the girl ask. 

"Yeah, but it's strictly for business. Bitch means nothing to me." You hear Jiyong say before the woman giggles again. 

"Ayn.." Daesung starts but you don't stick around yo hear anymore. You run up the stairs, slamming the door to your room before crawling into your bed. 

This life was going to be hell. 

** 

You fought back tears the entire day of your wedding. You held them back while your shitty father walked you down the aisle to the man who wanted nothing to do with you. 

You held them back as you were announced man and wife by the minister, and Jiyong pulled you in for a kiss while everyone cheered. 

You held them back as the DJ announced Mr. And Mrs. Kwon Jiyong, and your first dance as a married couple. 

You barely touched your food, your smile was forced during pictures, especially the ones with Jiyong. You knew you could see the sadness and hurt in your eyes but everyone chose to ignore it. 

"What's your issue?" Your father asks during the forced father and daughter dance. 

"I didn't want this." You growl through your teeth. 

"Be grateful anyone wants you, but especially a man like him? You should be worshipping me for doing this for you." He spits. 

"Im in this shitty situation because of you! Like hell I'd ever thank you." 

"Ungrateful little fucking brat." Your father sneers. 

"Im done." You say, ripping your hands from his grip before walking away, even though you still had more than half the song to go. 

"You okay?" Daesung asks, sitting beside you at your table while Jiyong mingled. 

"I guess. Shitty husband, shitty father, shitty life. It is what it is." You sigh, watching Jiyong walk over to you with a smile and his hand held out for you, wanting you to dance. 

"My wife." He smiles. You force a smile, placing your hand in his, letting him lead you to the dance floor but you knew it was just for appearances. On what should be your special wedding night, you knew he would likely end up with his dick in someone else, like usual. 

As the night came to an end, you were exhausted as you crawled into your new bed. Now that you were married you had to keep up appearances, according to Jiyong. He has moved you into his room now, incase of any surprise visits or anything. Nothing could look suspicious, or not like the two of you weren't actually married. 

As you rolled over to face the wall, you felt the bed dip beside you. Honestly, you had expected him to work in his office or do whatever, but definitely not come to bed. 

When you woke up the next morning, he was gone, not really a surprise to you. However, what was a surprise was that for the next week, he ended up in bed with you either when you went to bed or a little bit later. He never said anything to you, just crawled in and went to sleep but a part of you liked it. You enjoyed having someone to sleep next too. 

** 

A few weeks later, you said good night to Taeyang and Daesung, giving Jiyong a small smile before heading for the stairs. Your heart fluttered when you looked at him. As much as you tried to stop it, you fell for him and you hated yourself for doing so. It was a little earlier than you normally went to bed but you were bored. 

"Wait." Jiyong calls out. "Where are you going?" He asks. "Not to bed right?" 

"Um, well yeah, I was planning on going to bed." You say, avoiding eye contact. 

"We have that opening. You have to get ready." He says. 

Fuck. Taeyang had told you about it weeks ago and it had totally slipped your mind. "Right." You sigh. "I'll get ready quickly." You say, running up the stairs. 

You finished your makeup in record time, opting for a subtle but dark look to go along with your short dark dress with a slit up the side. You quickly slip on a pair of heels before descending down the staircase where you hear a small "wow" slip from Jiyongs lips. A smile quickly washes over you before it disappears, not wanting him to know you heard that. 

You walk with Jiyong to the car, where he opens the door for you, allowing you to slide in before he goes around to the drivers side, taking off quickly. 

"I have a meeting when we get there at first." He explains. "Say your name at the bar and he won't charge you, just hangout for a bit until I'm done and then I'll come get you." He says, giving you a small smile. 

You nod your head, letting him know you understand as your stomach fills with butterflies.

**

Jiyong gives you a small wave as he walks away from you, leaving you in a crowded club by yourself. You walk over to the bar, ordering a few shots before giving him your name. 

"Under Kwon Ayn." You say, slightly enjoying the look of terror on his face when he realized who your husband was. 

The man gave you your four shots of tequila, which you took all in a row, standing there for a minute while the liquor worked its magic. Just as you felt it kick in, one of your favorite songs began playing, drawing you out to the dance floor. Without any hesitation you walked to the dance floor and began moving your hips, swaying to the beat of the song. 

It didn't take long for you tk feel a pair of hands grip your hips and someone to push themselves against you. Honestly, you had thought it was Jiyong, but when you leaned your head back and you saw it was a man you had never seen before. You felt your body tense up as you tried to move away from him but his grip tightened, not letting you leave. 

"What's the rush, baby?" He whispers in your ear. Maybe it was the tequila, or maybe it was the fact that your husband didn't want you, but it felt nice to be touched, to be wanted. You wanted someone, you had needs too that weren't being met. 

You turned around, sliding your arms around his neck, whispering in his ear. "Im Ayn." 

"Suho." He beams, pulling you in closer. 

For the next few minutes, you couldn't help the giant smile that was plastered on your face as you and Suho danced, while he whispered in your ear. It felt nice to have someone be close with you and make you feel things and want you. You were tired of your one sided love, it was nice to have some sort of feeling returned. 

It was nice while it lasted. You happened to look up, the smile on your face fading as you saw Jiyong staring at you with Suho, his fists squeezed into balls at his sides while his face looked right pissed. 

You quickly try to pull away from Suho but he just laughs, and pulls you in closer. Your eyes widen as you watch Jiyong walk down the stairs, pushing his way through the crowd until he stands behind Suho. He taps him on the shoulder, and Suho turns around. When he does, Jiyong's fist immediately connects with Suho's face, knocking him to the ground. 

"Get your fucking hands off my wife." He spits, grabbing your wrist, pulling you towards the bathroom. 

Jiyong pulls you into the men's bathroom, closing the door behind you. "What the fuck was that?" He spits. 

"It was nice to be touched." You say, shrugging your shoulders. "A girl has needs too, you know." You say, that fucking tequila making you braver than you've ever been. 

"And what kind of needs do you have?" He asks, walking closer to you until you're pinned against the door. 

"I need to be touched, and wanted.. fucked." You breathe, Jiyong's face inches closer to yours. His hands reach down to touch your thighs, slipping his fingers under your dress as you spread your legs slightly for him.

“Touched like this?" He asks, gliding his fingers across your clothed pussy.

You shudder at the feeling, your knees buckling. Jiyong grabs your hand,  bringing you to the counter where he puts his hands on your hips, helping you hop onto the counter. Uoj spread your legs causing your dress to ride up. He pulls you closer to the edge before moving your dress up fully and out of his way as he groans at the sight of your already dripping pussy. 

Jiyong spreads your lips with his fingers, leaning forward to give you a few kitten licks on your clit, just light enough to tease the fuck out of you. 

You let out a small gasp. "More. Please" you beg. The second those words left your mouth, Jiyong quickly dived in, licking you all the way up with the flat of his tongue, moving it up and down. Your hands grip the edge of the counter tightly, your knuckles turning white. Jiyong's hands hold onto your thighs as he suctions his lips directly around your clit, sucking harshly, making you grind yourself on hks face. 

"I'm.. shit. I'm gonna cum." You cry, circling your hips as your orgasm washes through your body. 

“This is going to have to be quick baby" Jiyong smirks, standing up and unbuckling his belt, while you have a few seconds to recover. He slides down his pants just enough to allow his cock to spring free. Your mouth waters at the sight of it, his thick, large cock dripping pre cum already. 

“Please fuck me." You groan, spreading your legs more. Jiyong lines himself up with your entrance, ramming his cock inside of you, making you scream. He quickly pulls back out and thrusts back in, giving you no time to adjust to jis large size. 

"Yeah baby, let everyone know you're mine. Who's making you scream." He grunts as he thrusts himself in and out of you. 

Jiyong had himself angled at the perfect position to be able to have your clit rub up against him as he fucked you on the counter. Your tits had fallen out of your strapless dress, making Jiyong lean forward, taking one in his mouth, sucking on it while never slowing his pace. 

“You gonna cum again?" he breathes. His words build your orgasm, the knot getting tighter and tighter with every harsh thrust.

“Fuck." You cry out, grabbing onto your breast, squeezing as your eyes roll back into your head, the sensation of your second orgasm overwhelming. 

“Cum in my pussy." You cry out, wanting to feel him fill you up with his juice. 

Second later, Jiyong grunts as he releases himself into you, coating your walls with his cum. He pulls himself out of you, pulling his pants up before helping you off the counter. 

"Let's get you home and clean up." He murmurs, taking your hand and leading you through the club where you tried to avoid many looks from people who definitely knew what you had just done in there. 

The ride home was quiet. You had a million things you wanted to ask hkm, like what did that mean but you chose to stay silent. You didn't want to ruin the high of your very good mood, in case the conversation didn't go the way you were hoping it would. 

After you got home and took a shower, you crawled into bed next to Jiyong who was facing your way instead of out into the room. You laid down, facing him, your eye closed, not wanting to look at him. 

"Listen.." je begins. You open your eyes. 

"I get it. You don't have to say anything. That was a one time thing. It's fine." You whisper. 

"What? Why do you think it's only a one time thing?" He asks. 

"I overheard you the night before our wedding." You breathe. "Bitch means nothing to me." You quote. 

"That was then. This is now. Over the last few weeks of watching you, being near you, your energy, your smile, everything about you, I'm falling. Hard." He tells you. "Look at me." 

You open your eyes, looming into jis pleading eyes. He wants you to believe him, to see that he's telling you the truth. 

"I am too." You whisper, a smile creeping up on your face. 

That night you fell asleep embraced in Jiyong's arms, finally everything felt like it was going to be okay. But that's just life isn't it? Making you believe things are finally working out when in reality, everything is about to fall apart. 

The next morning you woke up and stretched while Jiyong's hold on you tightened. 

"Good morning." You whisper. 

"Mhmm." He answers, reaching under your shirt to cup your breast. "Yes it is." 

You stick out your ass into his crotch, his hard cock poking you. "Tease." He moans. 

"Me? I never." You gasp, wiggling from his grip. You roll him onto his back, pull the covers from jkm before you pull his boxers down and you allow his morning wood to spring free. 

You move yourself between his legs, gripping his shaft with your one hand before opening your mouth and wrapping it afound hks cocm. 

"Oh god." He moans, his hands resting behind his head. 

You bob your head up and down, sucking harshly while also moving your tongue around the tip of his cock, making him moan.

"Fuck that feels amazing." He groans as you cup his balls, gently playing with them. 

You force yourself down as far as you can, his cock sliding down your throat. "Please ride me." He moans, bucking his hips. 

You let go of his cocm with a pop, getting up and standing over him. You bunch up the bottom of your shirt, as you lower yourself down, sinking down onto his cock. 

"Oh my god." You cry as he stretches you out. Without any hesitation you begin bouncing on his cock, your hands resting on his chest. He brings his hands to your sides, moving your hips to go back and forward. 

"Shit baby." He groans, moving you faster on his cock. You slow down the pace, dragging yourself against him, rubbing your clit against him, building your orgasm faster. 

You lean yourself forward, bouncing hard on him, craving orgasm, needing to feel it spread through your body again. 

"Cum for me." He moans, his hands still on your hips, now helping you move faster. 

"I'm gonna.." you begin before your orgasm hits, making your body shudder as your eyes roll bzcl. Jiyong keeps his hands on your hips, keeling your bouncing on his cock as he chases his orgasm while you ride through your high. 

"That's it baby." He grunts, moving you faster. "Just like that.. just like.. ahhh." Hr yells out, his cum spitting inside of you. 

"Shower?" He asks, helping you slide off his cock. A small giggle escapes from your lips as you nod your head, making your way to the shower before him. 

**

A few hours later while Jiyong, Taeyang and Daesung had business to attend to, you relaxed on the couch with a good book when your cell phone rang. Looking at the contact you saw it was your mother and you knew she never called unless it was an emergency. 

"Hello?" You answer. 

"Ayn.. please.. help." She whispers into the phone sounding terrified. "Please." She begs before the line goes dead. 

Without a second thought you snuck into Jiyong's office and grabbed the first pair of keys you saw, before speaking to the garage without alerting T.O.P. You couldng risk him coming along and something happening. You got in the car and started it before opening the garage door, speeding out of there as soon as you could, leaving T.O.P behind who had pulled out his phone, no doubt to call Jiyong. 

Forty-five minutes later you made it to your old house, taking the keys from the car you quickly ran inside the house, which was far too quiet for your liking. 

"Mom?" You call out. 

You can hear her whimpering from the kitchen. You go there and see her huddled on the floor, her head in her hands. 

"Mom. Are you okay?" You ask, walking towards her. 

"Im sorry Ayn.. i'm so sorry." She whispers. 

"Sorry for what.." before you can complete your sentence you are grabbed from behind, and taken outside by two men you had never seen. You see your father standing there, a smile on his face. 

"What the hell!" You yell trying to struggle out of the grip of the men. 

"You are his now." Your father says. "He paid me a lot of money for you." He chuckles. 

"What? You already gave me to Jiyong to settle your debt." You say. 

"Yes and now he wants you and already paid a large sum, so you're his." He says. 

"Who is he!? Let me go!" You yell. 

"Hello beautiful." You hear. Looking up you see Suho standing there with his head cocked to the side and a smile on his face. 

"You." You breathe. "Please let me go." You beg. 

"Nah. I wasn't too impressed with your husband last night and now your father has so graciously sold you to me. So you're mine now." He smirks, nodding his head to the side. The men who were holding you, take you to the van, tossing you in there without a care while your father ignores your pleas for help and walks back into his house. The van drives off, leaving you crying, banging on the window begging for someone to save you, hoping Jiyong would save you.

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She Boss | Pt 8

Summery: She's her own boss and theres nothing that can stop her from ruling the world. Except the soft heart she sprouts for the Young, handsome Korean Leader. Pairing: Kwon Jiyongx Reader Raiting: Drama Angst Smut Fluff.

Raiting: Language, Violence, Smut

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

When you woke up the next morning you half felt bad for the way Jiyong and you had locked yourselves away for the rest of the day, but the way your still naked body was held tight to his and the feint smell of sex that still hung in the air reminded you that there was no reason for you to feel bad what so ever. You knew by round three that every one in the house probably figured Jiyong had finally got to you, but you didnt care. All that mattered was the soft smile on the sleeping face of the boy you loved. 

And he loves you. 

His words played again in your mind, this time sounding a little more faded than they did the night before when you thought of him telling you blocked off the demons in the back of your mind. You moved slightly at the thought of him hovering over you with a shaky breath filled your mind next, the space between your legs growing hot once more. 

A soft pair of lips found your temple and brought you back to reality, your eyes opening in time to see Jiyong’s flutter open, his smile growing wider.

“Good morning my love.” He said making the settled butterflies in your stomach erupt with excitement. 

“Goodmorning.” You blushed, smiling up at him as he pulled you even tighter into his bare body. “How'd you sleep?”

“Like a rock, thanks to you.” He chuckled, one eye opening to look down at you with a cocky grin. 

You rolled your eyes causing his chuckle to grow into a light laugh before his lips pressed themselves against your temple. You sat up and shook your head with a smile as you tucked the sheet under your arms. You relaxed slightly as Jiyongs fingers started to trace softly up and down your spine. Your hands ran thought your hair. You groaned at the mess that was attached to your head. Maybe sex right after your shower isn't the best idea for you.

“Im going to go shower.” You said rolling slightly from your sitting position to kiss him.

His hands instantly reached around you as he groaned to get you to stay, but there was no way you were going to let that stop you. Quickly you hugged the sheet tighter to you before pulling away and quickly dashing off of the bed, leaving Jiyong bare naked for the cold air around him to hit his body. 

You giggled as he protested by shouting your name to get back, only to give up when he heard the lock of the bathroom door so he wouldn't be able to sneak in the shower and surprise you. 

Your hands played with the waist tie of your robe as the sound of the water turning back on in the bathroom. The feeling of slight regret for the way things were handled the day before settled in once again now that Jiyong wasn't in the room to distract you. You stood pushin the hair brush you had started to pull towards you back on the table before walking out of your room. You needed to find Carlo to see if there was anything more that you could do to move forward in taking the next step. 

Downstairs you could hear fast Korean being spoken between Jiyongs men making you smile, but as you walked you got more and more annoyed. Should they really be talking and having a laugh while there was someone out there threatening not only to her but to themselves? 

You found Carlo’s door and pushed it open softly a scowl set in your skin now. The sight of him reflected in a mirror that was in the corner of the room was what made you stop where you were and pull the door back slightly to hide you from his view. In his closet Carlo Stood reaching for a white shirt, a towel wrapped around his waist and a hude monster freshly tattooed on his back. 

You crouched down, the monster etched into his skin was the same that was on the sides of the tent at the Phantom village you had visited, but why would it be on his back? You stepped back, softly closing the door. As much as you didnt want to believe it there was only one explanation as to why he would have that beast on his back, and just the thought of it made your stomach drop. 

Quickly you turned on your heels and walked with purpose back to your room, almost slamming the door at the thought of him betraying you once more.  You hadn't even realized you were slightly shaking and your cheeks burning up with the lack of oxygen that seemed to be flowing through your body. 

Jiyong had stepped out of the bathroom almost at the same time as you reentered the room. Instantly he could sense there was something wrong and in three large steps he walked over to your, his eyebrows pushing together. 

“What happened?”

“I think its Carlo.” You said, your eyes seeming to dart everywhere.

“Wha-”

“I think all this thats happening is because of Carlo. He has that thing tattooed on his back and its fresh. Why would he have freshly gotten that done if he didnt have anything to do with Luca or any thing else?” You tried to say slowly. 

“Hold on.” He said turning from you. He motioned for you to quickly dress as he did before pulling you out of the room and into the kitchen where the boys all sat.

You watched as Jiyong nodded to his men in a way that would tell them something was up and looked forward, trying to look as calm as possible. You didnt know who else other than Jiyong you could trust. 

“I need to run back to ours, if you need to get anything you're more than welcome to come with us.” Guying said in a way that was enough for all the guys sitting around the table to stand up but not raise any suspicion from those who called themselves your men.

Jiyong sat in silence in-between you and Seunghyun in the back of the car for the drive down the driveway that lead to your house. It wasn't until you were about three miles off the driveway did he tell Seungri to pull over and told everyone to listen Quietly. 

“Carlo has the symbol that was imprinted on the tents on his back.” You said when Jiyong gave you the floor. You decided it was best to just cut to the reason why you had to leave your home to tell them something. 

“Didn't you say that thing was apart of your family?” Youngbae said turning to face you from the front seat. You nodded.

“How did you see it?” Dealing asked from behind you.

“I walked into his room to talk to him this morning and saw it. He doesn't know I did though.” You said turning to face him. 

You watched as Daesungs face hardened and his bottomless folded between his teeth. 

“Your thinking hard what do you know?” You said after a few seconds of his silence. 

“I was just thinking that now that your suggesting a tie between him and Luca that I have been seeing him do sketchy things. Ive just never thought about it cause he wasn't a suspect.”

“Like what?” You and Seunghyun said at the same time. 

“I usually sit in that front room pretty late every night working and most nights I see him leaving. Now that I think about it, it always looked like he was sneaking out.”

“Has he noticed you sitting there?” Guying asked.

“Probably, I mean i sit facing the door with a lamp on. He's never really taken me seriously though so he probably didnt think id fully notice.” Daesung said with a chuckle. “Were going follow him aren't we?” Dave then said, perking up slightly as he watched both you and Jiyong nod. 

“I need to know.” You said, hardly blinking. “Even thought I'm sure I already know the answer. You need to be careful, he's smart”

“Val, I need you to promise you're not going to confide in any of your men, not even Ule. I can't risk them moving faster.” He said seriously.

You knew he knew he didnt need to scold you, but instead of being a smart ass you nodded and squeezed his hand, relaxing a bit as Seungri pulled off the shoulder of the road to make their way back to Jiyongs house. The entire drive there and back, even when the boys were all grabbing fresh pairs of underwear was completely silent. No one knew what to say or how to say it, and even though you hated to admit it you could slowly feel them going from respecting you to feeling sorry for you, and that was one thing you were never good at. 

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JAY PARK: TARTARUS ESCAPADE (2)

xx~ JAY PARK x Reader ~xx

Note: Read at Your Own Risk ~~ (ง⌐□ل͜□)ง Type: Series Chapter 1 ..  Chapter 3 (to be posted)

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The man looked at you with an evil look that you counter look at him with your eyes full of hatred.

"Oh, don't give me that look dear.. like you look at me like I'm a stranger to you," he said in a seductive tone. Your eyebrow twitched

The man walked forward and crossed his arms.

"Don't ever call me 'dear' again or I'll kill you with my bare hands" you said clenching your fist tighter.

"Whoa! Take it, easy babe. I'm not gonna bite. I'm just here as requested by 'Him'. he said with a grin.

"You're just a newbie. So I'll give you an advise - stay the fvck away from me. You don't have any idea who you are talking to 'sinbyeong'.

Even tho it was obvious that he was a bit older than you.. you called him sinbyeong - rookie because he was just new to the organization, and your status is way higher than him.

You walked past him but stopped when you heard him say...

"Oh, but I do know who you are. The infamous Medusa. Medusa because of those beautiful eyes that turn red when you about to kill your victim. Rarely enough that you can only be seen when the moon is full." he managed to catch up to you and continued "I can't believe that I am now standing in front of the assassin 'The Black Mistress'" he said laughing with joy.

Both of you are now standing back to back.

"Stop with your nonsense. Your not my fan. If you don't shut your mouth, I'll do it for you." you said then the man was holding your hand. It caught your eye as he was as fast as you.

"You!?" you said trying still trying to conceal your anger towards the man in front of you that is currently holding your hand.

"Why you have a cut in your hand babe? This is no good. 'He' will not be happy about this at all" he was about to kiss the cut in your hand.

Your eyebrow twitched again and immediately pulled your hand from him.

"How dare you!" your blood is boiling. You can't take it anymore. You grab him from his throat and push him against the wall - hard. Your eyes turned red cause of the anger inside you.

"Yes! Those eyes! Those stunning eyes that I want to see. Magnificent!" the man said with his devilish smile even when you're crashing his throat - as if he doesn't feel anything.

"Damn you!" you shout out of anger. Your voice echoing in the hall then suddenly a long whip grab your arm that was holding the man's throat.

"That's enough," said the voice from your behind. "The two of you should not be fighting," she said making the whip tighter to my hand.

"Mistress, you're not supposed to strangle the man since he's now part of our team." Hoody said.

"You mean his the -"

"Yes. He is the G-Dragon the Master's talking about. He's Kwon Ji-Yong.

"How can it be.. this man can't be part of our team Hoody. Since when?" you said in disbelief.

"Just now I guess. The Master is impressed with his abilities that he promoted him to be part of our team." Hoody continued.

"You know, it's rude looking at someone else mind without consent," Ji-Yong said to Hoody.

You sighed. Trying to calm your self.

"You're lucky I didn't kill you now, but next time. I won't let someone else stop me," you said to Ji-Yong.

"Hoody, can you do me a favor and told to your Master that I'm done with the mission. I'm heading out," you said and walked away.

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You woked up sweating and catching your breath. You looked at the clock on your wall. 3:30 AM. You had the same nightmare for a couple of months now.

You got off from the bed and walked towards your mini patio to breathe some cold breeze outside.

You looked up in the sky and saw that it's the full moon. Naturally, your eyes turned red looking at it. Thinking about the nightmare you had - you sighed and took one of the bottled milk from your side table.

While you were deep in thoughts, you heard the empty milk bottle fall. You turn around and you see a shadow from the other side of your room. You held the bottle you have tight as you wait for the owner of the shadow come forward...

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Hatred and Love (ft. G Dragon) Mafia AU

Part 6

You receive your punishment.

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Okay, so this is a mafia AU. It has appearances from Daesung, Taeyang, TOP, Mino, Hanbin and EXO (mostly Kai). This continues with the EXO storyline, but again, I have nothing against EXO :)) I love them, but I had to use someone for the plot

Warnings: Violence, Death(not main character), Injury, Blood, Eventual smut, Abduction, Guns and Knives, language, emotional breakdown. SMUT. This chapter is mostly hardcore smut. Includes Master kink, Name calling, Degradation, over-stimulation, light bondage.

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Before doing anything else, he asked you for your safe word. 

“Popcorn.” 

He nodded. 

“I can get a little rough, so let me know if it’s too much.” 

You nodded, watching him with rapt eyes, waiting for him to do something. He tied your hands behind you, eyes still dark with lust.

 “One last thing. Degradation or praise?”

 You practically moaned out 

“Degradation”,

 enjoying the way his smirk deepened and he said, 

“Good” 

when he heard that. He sat down in a chair across from the bed, crossing his legs to watch you with those eyes. 

“What was my whore doing before master came back?” 

You quickly caught on, only too happy that he shared that kink. 

“Your little whore was masturbating to the thought of you master.” 

You gulped hungrily when you saw the growing bulge in his pants. 

“What were you thinking of, my little slut?”

 “I was thinking of you punishing me master.”

 “Didn’t I say I would take care of you when I got back? Did my little slut disobey me?”

 You moaned, loving the way he sounded when he called you his slut.

 “Yes master, I did. I was just too horny to bear it.”

 His voice turned harsher, making you so wet that you were starting to drip down your thighs. 

“If you’re going to behave like a bitch in heat, you should get yourself off like that.”

 You looked at him, not understanding what he meant. He didn’t offer an explanation.

 “Shirt off, slut.” 

You happily removed the shirt, waiting for more. His eyes darkened when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. He slowly spread his legs and gestured for you to come and sit on his lap. Only then did you understand what he meant. He wanted you to ride his thigh until you came. You nearly jumped with eagerness. How had he known? You slowly sat down on his thigh, enjoying the feel of those firm muscles below you in the best possible way. He gestured for you to go ahead and you slowly began riding his thighs, barely managing to sit up straight with the little shocks of pleasure it sent up your body. You tried to speed up, feeling so close to cumming. It only made you more desperate when Jiyong, staring at you coldly throughout, started rolling one of your nipples between his thumb and his forefinger and started sucking on the other. You wanted to just grab his head and keep it there, but your hands were tied. You were shaking from how close you were and you were about to fall off, when Jiyong grabbed your hips, so hard it would leave bruises, and moved you against his thigh, harder and faster, enjoying watching you become a moaning mess just over his thighs. You could hear yourself sloshing against his thighs, and that incredibly lewd sound just got you even more wet. You were so incredibly close. Jiyong took one look at your head thrown back, flushed and moaning, and he added his finger to the mix, pressing down hard on your clit. And with that, you were gone. You began shaking and you came, falling forward onto his chest, your thighs weak. He slowly moved you off his thighs and pushed you back onto the bed, pausing to enjoy how beautiful you looked. Your hair messed up, your lips red, your cheeks flushed, panting as your breasts were thrust forward because of the way he tied your hands.  Jiyong looked down at his pants, which were soaked because of you. In an icy cold voice, he said,

 “You dirty slut. Look how disgustingly wet you were. Look what you’ve done to my pants.” 

You looked up at him, excited and scared for more. 

“I’m sorry master.”

 He eased out of his pants and moved closer to you. 

“I’m going to have to make sure you regret that.” 

He roughly grabbed your hand and pulled you upright, making you sit on the edge of the bed. He knelt down in front of you, smirking at the wide-eyed look you gave him, and forced your thighs apart as far as he could. He looked up at you one last time and said, 

“You’ll definitely never dirty master’s clothes after this.”

 And he began. You were already sensitive from having cum, but he just harshly latched onto your clit and began sucking. He swirled his tongue over your clit, enjoying the way you were writhing beneath his grip. You were too sensitive. You screamed out.

 “Oh my god, Jiyong, I can’t take this.”

 He looked up for a second, his face glistening from how wet you were, eyes dark. And he went back in, sucking on your clit even harsher, and spreading your thighs apart even wider. 

“I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to call you that. But oh, I can’t take this.”

 He ignored your protests and while swirling his tongue around your clit, he slowly pushed a finger into you, curling it gently. That pushed you over the edge. You were twitching and bucking your hips into his face, unable to control yourself. And when he added the second finger, and slowly curled that in as well, you lost it. Trembling from your second orgasm that night, you moaned out 

“Jiyong”,

 starting to see spots at the back of your head.

 You would have collapsed onto him, but even through your orgasm, he never stopped licking, in fact, licking even faster than before. One of his hands reached up to play with your nipples while the other one desperately pumped two fingers in and out of you. You were the most sensitive you had been in your life. It was too much for you to take. You were screaming from how intense it was. But that never stopped Jiyong. He just continued to move his tongue in the most brilliant manner. He swirled his tongue around your clit one last time before pressing the flat of his tongue down on it, increasing the pressure. You were crying from how sensitive you were and by now, you were seeing spots. When he added one more finger to pump in and out of you, and lightly nibbled on your clit before sucking on it really harshly, it was too much for you to bear and came again, for the third time that night. Head spinning, you fell forward on to him. Jiyong gently caught you and held you up, the caring way he was holding you contrasting drastically with the cold look on his face. He gave you just enough time to be able to open your eyes and not have the world spin before he was back to his harsh, dominant self. He then roughly held your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You were flushed, eyes glazed and unfocussed, and panting from everything that just happened. He harshly whispered against your ear,

 “My little slut forgot to call me master, didn’t she?” 

You knew there was more coming your way, and you were both dreading it and longing for it at the same time. He smirked.

 “Well, you know what to do for your punishment. Get down on your knees, slut.”

 You were barely able to sit up straight, but you were relieved that it wasn’t anything for you. You got down on your knees, patiently waiting for Jiyong to strip. He slowly did, and he approached you. Without him even saying anything, you already had your mouth open, waiting for it, wanting it more than he knew, because of your dream. As you gently took his dick into your mouth, he gently ran his fingers through your hair and grabbed it, pulling your head back so he could see your face properly. You fixed your eyes upon his and ran your tongue up and down his shaft, swirling it around the tip, enjoying the way he pulled your hair and closed his eyes. You hollowed your cheeks and began sucking, letting your tongue focus on the tip. You gently licked off the little bit of precum there, enjoying the way he shuddered slightly. 

“Is this what my slut wanted all along? Is this why you couldn’t wait? You enjoy this don’t you?” 

His voice turned harsher, and he began bucking his hips into your mouth slightly. You gagged a little, but after getting used to it, your gag reflex went back, and you took him in even deeper. He groaned, rolling his eyes back.

 “Oh, you little slut. You don’t even have a gag reflex. You just love having master’s cock in your mouth, don’t you?” 

You moaned from his words, feeling your tired body get turned on again. He let out a slight hiss from the vibrations from your mouth, and then, he grabbed your hair even tighter and began fucking your mouth. You loved it. You could feel that he was close, and because of everything he said, you were getting wet again. He suddenly pulled away, panting, incredibly close. You looked at him, disappointed, wondering what he was going to do next. You wanted to make him cum all over your face. He cursed, and said,

 “Fuck, I can’t take this anymore.” 

He roughly picked you up, threw off his shirt and threw you onto the bed. He undid the belt he had tied around your wrists, pausing to rub the sore skin underneath. You looked at him, surprised, wondering what he was going to do next. He spread your legs and stood between them, desperately trying to open the condom packet in his hands. He quickly rolled it onto his cock and pushed one of your legs over his shoulder. You had started shaking your head, realising what he was doing. 

“Master, I won’t be able to take this.”

 You hissed as he pushed into you, loving the way he filled you up, but feeling way too sensitive. 

“But sluts like you love it.” 

He continued thrusting into you, enjoying the way you were writhing under him. 

“Now pinch your nipples for me, like the little slut you are.”

 Barely able to think straight through the over-stimulation, through your tears, you led your hands to your erect nipples, pinching them and pulling them, just like he told you to. You were moaning from how good it felt, when suddenly he pulled out completely. Pausing to smirk at you for a minute, enjoying the way he had made you a moaning mess on his bed, he rammed back in, thrusting harder and faster. Your back arched when you felt him hit the perfect spot and you screamed. Your walls tightened around him. He groaned, throwing his head back. His thrusts got faster and more desperate. You could tell he was as close as you were. And with his next thrust, you were gone. You walls clenched around him and you threw your head back to moan, 

“Jiyong”,

 falling back onto the bed, exhausted, tears running down your face. He came soon after that. The way your walls clenched around him had just sent him over the edge.  He just threw off the condom and lay down on the bed next to you, leaning in to pull you into a soft kiss.

You opened your eyes slightly to see that he was smiling at you, eyes so full of care and affection, before closing your eyes again. You felt him get up from the bed. He returned a few minutes later with a damp washcloth, gently wiping you clean. He lay down next to you and gently pulled you into his arms. He sounded worried when he said, 

“Hey… was it too much? Are you okay?” 

You could barely open your eyes, but you did, and you smiled.

 “No Jiyong. It was amazing. I loved it.” 

You slowly turned to face him, burying your face in his chest, mumbling,

 “Best sex ever.” 

He had a large grin on his face when he heard that. 

“Same here.” 

He pulled you in even closer and gently stroked your hair. He frowned when he saw your red wrist and your bruised hips, wincing a little at how hard he gripped you. He got up and got some lotion. He gently pulled you up, letting you lean against his chest while he gently massaged your hips and your wrists with it. He smiled when he saw the light smile on your face with that. He slowly pulled you closer and scooped you up in his arms. He nuzzled his face into your neck, and carried you to the bathroom. He gently put you down into the bath he had drawn, smiling when he saw you relax because of the warm water. He slowly got in as well and he moved you so that you were resting against his chest. You were exhausted and your eyes were closed. He slowly started massaging your head, knowing you relax that way. You leaned back into him even more, loving the intimacy of the moment. After a while, he got out and towelled himself dry, putting on a pair of boxers and a t shirt. He came back with another towel for you, helping you stand and holding you up while he gently dried you off before picking you up and carrying you back to the bed. He knew your legs were too weak to stand on your own. You wrapped your arms around him like a Koala bear, loving the way he smelt so fresh and so incredibly him. He smiled and slowly unwrapped your arms. He held your arms up and slid his t shirt onto you. It was practically a dress on you, but you loved the comfort of it. He towelled your hair and then ran his fingers through it, gently detangling it for you. You had moved under the blanket, making yourself comfortable near the pillow. He climbed in next to you, gently moving the hair that was falling in your face. You tiredly smiled and snuggled up to him, enjoying the warmth of his chest. He also smiled when his head hit the pillow, gently wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. The two of you fell asleep like that, bodies intertwined, with smiles on your faces. Neither you nor Jiyong had ever felt that comfortable around other people like that before, but you knew, it with different here. You knew that the next day, things with EXO were going to blow up, but for now, being in his arms were enough.

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♡you had no idea that you were chasing him

♡and he had no idea he was running from you 

♡when you both came face to face it was heartbreaking and angering for both of you

♡he had set up a trap for the detective after him to fall into so he could kill them

♡but obviously he didn’t when he saw it was you

♡he gets upset that you dropped out of the case

♡he of course goes free

♡you ignoring him lets him know you don’t want anything to do with him 

♡he came with you with his tail between his legs a few weeks later  

♡he’s a big mafia boss but he loves you lot 

♡after him begging and crying and being a mess the relationship starts up again

♡he becomes even more protective over you now he knows what you do

♡whenever you’re assigned a dangerous job he’ll follow you to make sure nothing happens to you

♡or if you’re doing an interrogation he’ll get access to the cameras

♡if anybody dare threaten you they turn up dead the next morning

♡always consults you on things before doing them 

♡”okay so i have a poisoning planned for today, so if that comes up just ignore it. have a good day at work, don’t forget to drink water, i love you”

♡helps you out on cases when he can

♡he’ll look through the information you’ve compiled and be able to recognise who’s behind it

♡then he’ll work to put together his own information for you to use to make an arrest

♡never asks for credit 

♡he gets so proud when you finish a case

♡”take a week off we’re going to some expensive ass private island to celebrate” 

♡he has an album of clippings from newspapers that you’re in but he won’t tell you that

♡loves the game of cat and mouse you two play

♡it just becomes foreplay tbh

♡somtimes when you’ve been working too much and he misses you he’ll do something to bring you to a scene/to him

♡rlly loves when you arrest him 

♡he likes being manhandled by you ok

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Last drawing of 2018. Happy New Year everyone!

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MADE 🖤 Girlfriend

A BigBang songfic series by Admin B! 🌟Enjoy!

Genre: Mafia!AU

Pairing: Jiyong x You

By Admin B

Loser 🖤 Bae Bae 🖤 Bang Bang Bang 🖤 We Like 2 Party 🖤 If You 🖤 Sober 🖤 Zutter 🖤 Let’s Not Fall In Love 🖤 Fxxk It 🖤 Last Dance 🖤 Girlfriend 🖤 Flower Road

How can you be so pretty? Will you believe that I have more butterflies than when we first met? Day by day, I get nervous that I’ll lose you 

It was still really strange for Jiyong to think... he was dating you now. After so many years of being friends, after months of agonizing separation... you were actually his girlfriend.

So often, he would look at you and wonder how he’d never realized you were so beautiful. I mean, he had, but he’d only known it objectively. It had taken him leaving to see that beauty in a different light, but even then, it had taken him far too long to truly understand.

When he showed up at your doorstep two months ago, the first thing you’d done was slap him across the face. Hard. And he’d known that he deserved it, but he was still scared you were too upset with him to even talk to him.

The next thing you’d done, though, was kiss him. Hard. So that had given him a glimmer of hope.

And now, two months later, here you were. Sitting at his kitchen table, painting your nails. Your tongue sticking out as you concentrated. Your hair up in a messy bun, one of Jiyong’s oversized t-shirts covering your frame. And you’d never been more beautiful.

He was still scared you would leave him, though. Which was the worst kind of karma since that’s exactly what he’d done to you.

When I’m struggling and tired When I sometimes fall Girl, you always pick me up Just like now, by my side Next to me, every single day Stay like that

It had become a sort of routine now. Every night, after you joined Jiyong in bed, he would snuggle up next to you. He would press his forehead to yours, and he would ask the same question: “You’re staying here, right?”

You would answer the same answer, every night: “Yes, I’m staying. Forever.”

You would kiss his nose, caress his cheek, and hold him until he fell asleep.

You’d suffered those months while he was gone, yes, but after about a week of living with Jiyong, you’d realized he might have suffered more. 

He had become weak without the mafia... without you. So you became his strength. You supported him and encouraged him and you loved him like you’d always loved him. Only, now, you were able to actually show him.

Yes, I have a girlfriend And I’m never lonely Just looking at her makes me happy Yes, you are my girlfriend You’re my one and only I don’t wanna wake up from this dream of you

Youngbae chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head as he watched his best friend watching you. Ever since you’d come into his life (or back into his life, if he’d guessed things correctly), Jiyong had basically been a completely different person.

He drank still, but only for fun. Never to get drunk. He smiled. He laughed. He was just... happy.

Even now, Jiyong was watching as you ordered drinks at the bar, and he was pretty much the heart eyes emoji personified.

“I’m really happy for you,” Youngbae told Jiyong as he clapped his friend on the back. “I’m glad you found what you were missing.”

“I didn’t realize I was that stupid,” Jiyong admitted with a snort. “I’ve known her for years, and I’d never... But now...”

Youngbae lifted his eyebrows curiously. “...The One?”

Jiyong simply nodded, just barely holding back an idiotic grin.

Even that night, after finally admitting out loud you were the one he wanted to spend his life with, he still asked you: “You’re staying here, right?”

But you still answered: “Yes, I’m staying here. Forever.”

I thank God again today That I can look at a picture like you I’m enjoying you right now Because you’re more beautiful Than any other masterpiece

To be honest, Jiyong was actually glad things had turned out this way. He hated that you both had suffered, of course, but all that made you more appreciative of what you had now.

At least it did for him.

Everything felt more precious because he’d experienced that low; he knew what it was like to live without you, and he knew he never wanted to go through that again.

He wasn’t exactly a religious person - the mafia had done a pretty good job of stomping out whatever faith he’d had - but he still found himself thanking the Powers That Be in the universe for the fact you were in his life. Not only that, the fact you were his. The fact you still loved him.

“God, you are so beautiful,” Jiyong murmured one night after you’d answered his question yet again.

You blushed, a bashful smirk pulling at your lips before Jiyong took the opportunity to kiss it away. And this his lips moved all over your face before trailing down your neck and collarbone and chest...

“A true work of art,” he mumbled as his lips painted the canvas of your body.

After I met you, I feel strange All the girls on the street look like you Whatever they say, I can only hear your voice After I met you, I became a fool This smile never leaves my face Just thinking about you makes me happy 

Being in the mafia had certainly opened doors to all kinds of things for Jiyong, including all kinds of women. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t taken advantage of that, and while he’d enjoyed their company at the time... he never would’ve imagined a woman could make him this happy.

No matter where he was or what he was doing, he thought of you. And he smiled because he thought of you. He compared every other woman he saw to you. He sometimes actually imagined he did see you, but he kept that to himself. Even he knew that was kind of pathetic.

But, truly, ‘pathetic’ was the best word to describe him. Because ever since he’d wised up and gone after you, ever since you’d come back into his life, he’d been living in the clouds. He’d been foolishly happy.

And, eventually, he stopped asking you if you were staying. Because the part of him which knew you were only grew stronger as time went on.

You still answered him, though. Even when he didn’t ask you, you still told him you were staying. Forever.

You told him with every kiss, every smile, every laugh. Everything you did, everything you said... it all told him you were never leaving his side.

Truly, Jiyong couldn’t have dreamed up a more perfect girlfriend, but that’s what you were. A perfect girlfriend.

Well, you were a girlfriend... for now.

Ain’t nothing in the world Compares to my girlfriend

Author’s Note: This is the final chapter of MADE 🖤 Loser

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I’ve been reading the mafia fic! I love all the name drops! 😂😂 yeah, I wasn’t bothered when you killed of Seungri, though you did technically kill Gd too because of Jiyong 😂😂 I read the latest chapter yesterday because I didn’t realize there was an update 😅 tbh, I would have gone feral over someone hurting soft boi Jimin too so it was fair 😂 (not just because I double bias Jimin and Hobi)

My playlist is definitely a lot longer than yours so sorry about that ahead of time 😅 I tend to mass add music depending on my mood. I think Wings era is about when my best friend and I got into BTS too. We kinda downhill slid. Technically, Got7 is between the two though 😂 and Monsta X for me. (As a girl with both BamBam and Felix as my phone screens 😂😂)

-Brea

OH YEAH I DID KILL GD, DIDN'T I lolol. that was more of a "well, he's in the same group" situation and not a "hahahaha fuck this man!!!" situation that the first one was. i almost had Jimin dating Taeyang, and i was so disappointed when they did the collab bc how funny would that have been lololololololol.

long playlists are great. a friend has a 34 hour anime theme playlist that i pop on often when i just need something upbeat running in the background hahaha. i have thought about making my own with my favorite intros and outros but tbh i just tell him what to add to his lolol.

i dont really mass add songs to lists because i like them to have a certain ~vibe~ but i do have a couple of lists that are chaos (including a massive playlist of ALL MY PLAYLISTS.)

ugh, i love got7 and monsta x. i love so many groups.

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Three Hearts (Part 4)

Pairing: Kwon Ji Yong/ Reader, Kim Namjoon/Reader, Jackson Wang/Reader

Part 1, Part 2 Part 3

Synopsis: You were a normal college drop out, 22 years old and living at home with your parents in a world were different families have different abilities.You always thought your family was apart of the 5% of the population that didn’t have a abilities, that was until the night your family was murdered by a close family friend and you wake up in the hospital with a voice in your head and new abilities.

Tags: Mafia!Au, Hybrid!Jackson Wang, Power!Au, Alternative!Au

I wrote this ages ago and decided to post it here, it’s originally posted here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14394633/chapters/33240786

There will be three, possibly four available endings.

Mentions: 

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You had been walking for what felt like miles, your feet were sore and blistered from the rough pavement below your feet and it was heating up despite the rain storm from last night. You got lots of sneers and looks of disappointment as Jiyong lead you through what appeared to be a high-class area in the city, they shop were filled with clothes that cost more then all the money you had in your entire life.

You weren’t paying attention, your mind kept wondering back to JB’s name for Jiyong. It sounded familiar, but you couldn’t quiet catch why it seemed familiar, Jiyong had barely told you anything about yourself other then the fact in which he was some ominous being with a great amount of power. Nothing about him seemed too out of the odd, when he didn’t use his powers he appeared completely normal. He had some tattoos but other then that, he looked like any other person.

From what you learned in school, summoners and sealers like yourself made connections with beings from a higher plain and either locked them away due to their dangerous ways or used them as a weapon. Was Jiyong a dangerous being? From JB’s reaction, he seemed like someone to be feared.

Jiyong stopped in front of an expensive looking shop.

“Go inside,” Jiyong motioned.

“But,” You looked down at yourself, “I look horrible, they’ll kick me out,”

“Just do it,” Jiyong motioned, waving his hand.

Swallowing thickly, you pushed open the door and walked inside. It smelt clean and the carpet was soft compared to the harsh concrete side walk. The person working at the expensive looking cash register narrowed their eyes at you.

“Get out,” She snarled, “We don’t accept beggars,”

“I, um,” You swallowed thickly, looking at Jiyong.

“Show them our eyes,” Jiyong ushered.

“I don’t know how to do that,” You whispered.

“We don’t take pity on crazy people either,”

You watch as the man’s veins turned purple, he was some sort of bezerker type, you stumbled back until he suddenly stopped. You didn’t notice but your eyes had flashed green just like Jiyong’s, the cashier stopped and fell to his knees. You stayed in your place.

“Allow me to apologize,” He bowed deeply, “I was not aware,”

Jiyong snickered beside you, you softly touched the man’s shoulder and smiled at him gently. He seemed shocked at your actions and slowly stood up.

“Please don’t bow,” You whispered nervously.

“Don’t bow?” Jiyong growled, “He’s below you- “

You drowned out Jiyong’s rambles as the cashier quickly made and call, you were given new clothes and cleaned up as well as a full meal. The taste of food made you thank every god who was listening, you scoffed down the rice and curry to the cashier’s amazement while Jiyong smirked alongside you.

“Hungry much?” Jiyong snickered.

“I haven’t eaten in three days,” You whispered.

The cashier gave you look, you forgot that no one could see Jiyong except for yourself, you probably looked crazy.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” The cashier spoke, “But what are you- “

“That’s not in your jurisdiction,”

You were startled by the voice of authority that came as the store door opened, there was some what tall man standing they’re in a nice dark blue suit with his black hair styled. You swallowed the last of your food as the man approached you, the cashier kept his head down and walked out the back of the store.

“Seung-hyun,” Jiyong grinned, “He’s safe, don’t worry,”

You glanced at Jiyong, it was obvious you were worried.

“What’s the name?” Seung-hyun asked you.

“You mean, Jiyong?” You asked softly.

“So, it is,” Seung-hyun nodded, “How did this happen?”

“Um,” You fiddled with your fingers, “I’m not sure, you just appeared and then I woke up with a voice in my head,”

“Is he visible right now?” He asked.

“He’s sitting right next to me if that’s what you mean,” You sighed, “No one else can see him,”

Seung-hyun nodded, “Alright, let’s go, you can call me- “

“Seung-hyun,” You spoke first, “He said your name was Seung-hyun,”

He leaned his head back slightly before nodding, “Yes, but please call me TOP,”

You nodded before following TOP out of the store to an expensive looking Lamborghini, Jiyong clenched his fists beside you and you’re surprised when a spark of green aura erupts from your hand and cracks the ground near your feet. You jump back while TOP chuckled,

“You’re obviously new to this,” TOP chuckled, “He’s definitely in there,”

“Fucker took my car,” Jiyong snapped.

“I think he’s angry you took his car,” You look at your hand.

“Then he shouldn’t mind you driving,” TOP stated as he dropped the keys into your hand.

You make a sound out of surprise, you had never driven a car before, it was a luxury given to people with higher abilities to learn to drive and own a car. Jiyong crossed his arms when you look at him.

“Jiyong,” You whispered, “I can’t drive,”

“Then I will,”

Suddenly, it was like you had been pushed out of your own body and you were watching as you got into the driver’s seat of the car. You appeared in the backseat, TOP in the passenger’s seat and your body was in the driver’s seat. You watched as yourself turned and looked at you, you looked the same except for your eyes which are glowing green slits.

“Jiyong...,” Your eyes went wide.

“Don’t worry,” He grinned, “You’ll be back in your body soon,”

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I'll Protect You

Pairing: Jiyong x reader

Warning: Violence, kidnapping

Part 4.

Read other parts here! Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

After Jiyong left, you laid in bed for a little longer. Smiling like an idiot. You hadn't even known this man for very long, and here you were giggling like a school girl. Over a mafia boss no less. Yeah, he was scary and mean but to you, he was sweet and cuddly.

Deciding to get up, you got in the shower to get cleaned up before making yourself some food. You took your time in the shower, singing your favorite songs, scrubbing your body. Feeling satisfied, you turn off the shower and wrap a towel around your head and one around your body. Dancing out of your bathroom and making your way to your bedroom to get dressed, you hear some banging around in the kitchen. Did Jiyong come back already? Feeling giddy, you quickly put on a black lace bra and matching underwear. Drying your hair quickly with your towel, you discard it in the laundry hamper and make your way to the kitchen.

"Back already dadd-" you begin saying. Someone turns around who is definitely not Jiyong. Feeling your breath hitch, you distinctly remember this guy.

Kris.

"Not who you were expecting huh? Kris asks you.

"What do you want?" You ask. Shaking slightly, remembering your lack of clothes. Slowly you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to block his view.

"Now now princess. Dont hide yourself from me. Let me look at that beautiful body of yours."

Backing up as Kris gets closer to you, trying to keep some distance between you both. He grabs your hair to keep you from moving anymore.

"Stop trying to back away from me!" He yells at you. Tears slowly start escaping your eyes, despite your best efforts to remain strong.

"Don't cry, princess" he tells you, bringing up a hand to wipe away your tears, while the other hand still has a firm hold on your hair.

Smacking his hand away you spit a strong "don't touch me" at him.

Smack.

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do to you princess" he growls. Bringing a hand up to your cheek, it still stings badly from his hit.

"I'm sorry princess, but don't tell me what to do, okay? I just need you to cooperate". He says while turning around to pace. Realizing he let you go, you make a fast decision.

Turning around quickly, you run to your room. Closing the door and locking it, you fumble looking around your room for your phone. When you finally find it you find Jiyong's number and dial quickly.

Please answer. Please answer, you silently beg.

"Hey baby, what's up?" Jiyong answers.

"He's here" is all you can say.

"Whose there?" He asks, voice raised.

"K-kris" you stutter. Jumping at the sound of Kris banging on your bedroom door. You can't hear what he's saying but he doesn't sound happy. "P-please help me" you whisper, tears now falling down your face.

"It's a fucking set up, Kris is at y/n's" Jiyong yells. "Baby lock yourself in the bathroom okay? Keep on the line with me. We'll be there soon" Jiyong tells you. You nod your head, remembering you're on the phone with him and he can't see you you squeak a small okay.

Moving to the bathroom, you see the bedroom door has started to shake, as Kris continues to pound on it. It won't take long for him to break it down. Locking the bathroom door, you sit in the tub and wait for Jiyong to save you, again.

"Are you still there baby?" He asks, worriedly. Mustering a small mhm, to let him know you were still there. "We'll be there in 15 minutes, just sit tight" he finishes, then yells are Seungri to hurry up and drive faster.

The bedroom door crashes open. Your breath hitches again.

"He's in the bedroom. He's going to get me before you get here. Jiyong, please don't let him take me. Please save me"you beg into the phone. Kris honestly terrified you. Who knew what he was capable of. He was a deranged psychopath with a weird obsession for you, that you still didn't understand.

"I know you're in there princess." Kris screams, shaking the doorknob to the bathroom. An unintentional scream leaves your throat.

"Baby are you there? Y/n? Y/N ANSWER ME" Jiyong yells through the phone.

"Jiyong he's going to get in her soon, please hurry." You cry.

Jiyong POV

"He's in the bedroom. He's going to get me before you get here. Jiyong, please don't let him take me. Please save me" Jiyong heard you cry into the phone, which was on speaker. Even though Daesung and Seungri haven't officially met you yet, they could see why the others, especially Jiyong were so smitten with you. They didn't want anything to happen to you. Taeyang and Seunghyun hearts broke hearing your small cries and your pleas through the phone. They cared for you. You reminded them there was still good in the world. And they would be damned if they let that son of a bitch take you.

Jiyong on the other hand, hearing those words come from your mouth, your cries begging for him to save you only fuelled him. His anger, rage, hatred for this man amplified. Once he got his hands on Kris, he was going to tear him from limb to limb. This was going to end.

Y/n POV

You could tell the door was going to be knocked down with a few more kicks. Honestly you were surprised that lasted as long as they did. They were shitty doors in the first place. Sitting against the bathtub, with your knees pulled up to your chest, you couldn't hear much. Trying to drown out most noises, praying this was all just a bad dream.

Bang.

Looking up, you see an extremely angry and sweaty Kris. He had ripped the door right off the hinges. Frantically looking around trying to find a weapon you could use, Kris charges towards you.

"I'm done playing nice you little bitch" he yells. Grabbing you by your hair, making you stand and tossing you back into your bedroom.

You let out a loud scream, in hopes someone would call the cops or Jiyong would hear you and come to your rescue.

"Shut the fuck up!" Guiding a kick to your stomach. Tears now pouring out of your eyes. He delivers another hefty kick to your stomach, causing you to scream in agony again.

Jiyong POV

He can hear a muffled voice, but can't quite make it out, assuming it's you but not near the phone. They're almost there. Just a few more minutes. He's relieved Kris hasnt made it in yet. Maybe just maybe they'll get there in time.

Until he hears your scream and Kris yelling.

Fuck. He can hear the whimpers and cries coming from you. No. No. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to protect you.

Y/n POV

Covering your face from Kris and his kicks, you can hear him walk away. Peaking out of your arms you look to see what he's doing. He's grabbing a cloth and pouring what you can only assume is chloroform, onto the rag to knock you out.

Making his way back to you, you scream for Jiyong, plead for him to help you, cry for him. Until you simply can't fight anymore. Whimpering, you can only wonder why, until you fade into total darkness.

Jiyong POV

Arriving at your apartment, the boys bust in, in hopes you and Kris are still there. Making their way to the bedroom, they see the blood on the floor, the doors ripped off their hinges and you no where to be found.

More and more rage fills him. He will find Kris and make him pay for this. He knows Kris won't let you go without a fight.

Jiyong won't give Kris a fight. He's going to war for you.

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She Boss | Part 1

Summery: She's her own boss and theres nothing that can't stop her from ruling the world. Except for the soft heart she sprouts from the young, handsome Korean Leader. Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x Reader Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff WARNINGS: Language, light|heavy Violence, light|heavy Smut

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

   The surprise to your family when your father left his empire to you instead of your brothers was enough to raise concern with the heads of three families that followed your name. There was something about following a young woman in a world of violence and theft that rose concern, but your father knew exactly what he was doing.

You weren't like most girls, that's for sure. Hell, you could hear someone behind you make a comment and reach around to shoot them square in the heart before anyone, including yourself, could fully turn around. You were tough and knew exactly how to use your looks to your benefit. This meant you were smart. You knew how to sniff out a shipment gone bad before it was even loaded, which instantly made you gain respect from anyone who ever laid eyes on you; that is if they were lucky enough to do so.

The mafia world wasn't a place for women, you were smart enough to know that so all your business calls were ran through a voice modifier and if anyone insisted on meeting you they would either meet with your eldest brother, Carlo who would have you in his ear the entire time or they'd be shot as soon as you got what you wanted. The Italian Mafia wasn't something that messed around and you were a proud head sitting at the top of the food chain.

It was late one night and you were standing over your impressively detailed oak desk trying to decipher the very vague message that was sent you you by one of the sub heads that supported you when Carlo and your second eldest brother Vince walked in and sat in the two chairs that were meant for guests.

"We got a phone call tonight, Val." Vince said and you looked up momentarily to see Carlo nodding along with him.

"Congratulations." You said looking back down and pulling the next seventh letter to create a full message.

"From Korea." Vince added causing you to chuckle slightly.

"Would you like me to shoot up the phone company so you don't have to pay your international call?" You joked picking out the next 7th letter.

"Smart ass." Carlo huffed watching you sit down back into what a was once your fathers favorite Chair.

"It was an invitation." Vince started, only continuing when you raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at a him. "They are having their annual meeting in Seoul next week and their dying to finally meet the notorious Cappucio family and their fearless, faceless leader. They've invited you for the past four years, Val. Their getting restless and we can't have them thinking that there really is no leader here."

"We'll send them a case of wine and express my deepest gratitude but I'm busy." You sighed, looking back to the letter.

"Doing what, exactly? Spending two hours on a letter that'll tell you 'it's done, he's taken care of'?" Vince said with a hint of stubbornness. You frowned down the the letters you had scribbled into a piece of paper, reading exactly what Vince had said.

"Plus, Val, they aren't taking no for an answer this time. They offered a plane to start flying our way as we speak. Respectfully I told them we'll take our own but they are really desperate." He said making you look up again. A sly smile touched your cheeks as you remembered something.

"Isn't one of their heads like ridiculously hot?" You said making your brothers shift awkwardly.

"You're the bravest person we know and we will be there with you." Carlo said. "You have to do this."

"Fine." You said lighting the letter on fire and using the flame to lite the long white cigarette that you had removed from its pearl and gold incrusted case.

You were a lot less worried than you thought you would be as your privet jet landed safely into Seoul. You looked up to your brothers and tucked your dads gun into your holster before slipping on your heels and coat. The boys grabbed your suit case and filed into a cage around you as you exited the plane, your favorite guard and closest friend since you were young, Immanuel, holding your hand as you stepped down the stairs of the plane.

You had been set up in an incredible pent house apartment with a room for all six of your men to stay in. You, of course, went straight for the double doors that sat along one of the long walls and opened them up dramatically before walking into the room stripping articles of your clothing, smirking as your brother huffed before walking up and slamming the doors behind you.

You were a proud person, and part of the fun of reveling yourself to strangers was the initial shock of your fierce beauty. Thick eyebrows, long dark hair and perfect plump lips that always seemed to accent the beauty mark that kissed the corner of your right eye.  You hated to admit it, but it was fun how easy the men were to bend and shape how ever you wanted them to just by showing a little calf.

Knowing this, as you got out of the shower Immanuel was already hanging up the array of tight bandage dresses you have brought to choose from.

"Really?" He laughed holding up a baby pink cage skirt that tucked right underneath the hook of your knees. You laughed at shrugged as he stuck his hand through one of the many large holes that was placed over the built in underwear.

Ule was the only person to ever see you smile genuinely other than your brothers. To others your smile meant death as it was usually the last thing you did before aiming right through their eye socket, but to Ule your smile was a joke, even in those serious times. You sent a bullet whizzing past his ear once when he tried to cover his snort with a desperate cough and though it worked he couldn't help but laugh with you afterwards.

Before a conversation was able to start between the two of you Vince walked in tailed by two terrified looking women. When they walked fully in you noticed it was because all of the men were flanking them.

"Heel boys." You said giving the two girls a friendly smile. "Sorry about them, they're a little... protective." You said walking slowly up the the two girls, pausing to intimidate them a little more, just for the hell of it.

"My hair will go in lose curls down my back, nothing special. As for make up bold. No eyeshadow just a black cat eye with bold red lips. I'll do my own eyebrows." You said walking back till you hit the large lit mirror and sat down.

The girls rushed to you, one of them sitting against the vanity that was in front of you while the other one took no time in beginning on your hair. They were both extremely sweet which almost made you feel bad for being intimidating. You tried to make conversation with them, asking them how they got into cosmetics and what they like in their free time, but you could tell the six men standing along the opposite wall were making them very uncomfortable.

"Yous. Out." You said sternly looking at the line of men, making the girl who started dabbing your foundation on your cheeks jump slightly. "Sorry." You whispered to her taking her smile as an apology accepted as the men filed out of the room.

"They can be a little intimidating at times." You say as sweet as you can get, which wasn't something you were used to.

"A little?" The one standing behind you said with an amused smile as she fluffed your now dry hair. You chucked at her response. "Jooyoung." She said smiling to you in the mirror

"Mina." The other said.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, what do you do that you need six body guards to watch you get hair and makeup?" Mina said dipping the beauty blender into the foundation that sat on the top of her hand.

"Let's just say I'm a very important person. I don't want to bore you with the details." You said smirking at yourself. She nodded and smiled moving on to a powder.

The small talk was sweet, you didn't have too many girl friends so being able to have some non work related conversations with some girls who weren't whores was something you appreciated. They did everything you asked them to perfectly and you even allowed Mina to talk you into a nude shadow that worked a lot better than you expected it too. They stayed in the room with you, the conversation to fun for them to leave just yet as you walked into the closet.

"So this is a business dinner. Do I go with the red or the black?" You said holding up an skin tight red dress that had long mesh sleeves and and a low back in one hand and a completely mesh black knee length dress that had thick black lines that made squares across the material. The two girls looked at one another before back to you.

"Black." They both said. You smiled and rose a sharp eyebrow at them before turning back into the closet and slipping into a very skimpy black thong and pulling the dress over your head, adjusting the material so all the lines were straight to cover your nipples.

"Black or red?" You said exiting the closet once again holding two pairs of very high stilettos.

"Red." They both said again with excitement in their eyes as they watched you slipped the red heels on.

"I hope you don't mind but I saw these and..." Jooyoung said standing up and reaching into a bag that sat on the vanity and pulled two thin long gold earrings out. You smiled and walked over to her before putting them in your ears and then reached for your mafias signet ring and placed it on your pinky finger.

"What ever business deal your doing is going to go your way just by the way you look." Mina said biting on her thumb as she watched you twirl.

"Then I think it's time to give these boys a piece of my mind." You said with a wink and walking out of the room, now with your long fur coat.

The boys escorted the girls out and with a quick wave back to them you let your smile drop as you entered business mode. You reached your solid gold gun that was actually doubled as lighter to place in the garter around your thigh, slipped your cigarette case in your jacket pocket and then turned back to the boys who now stood in front of you in all black suits.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" You said waiting to be lead out of the room.

You pulled up to the fancy restaurant and set your game face on and despite it growing dark outside you still slipped your black cat eye sunglasses on before taking Ule's hand so you could brace against him as you exited the sleek black car. They walked behind you in rows of two as you strutted, the curls that fell down you back bouncing with every step you took. You were ushered into the direction of the privet room you would be meeting them in and continued to strut that way, giving the bell boy a dangerous smile as you slipped off your sunglasses.

Vince opened the door and before he could even look at you, you had passed by him and let your coat fall off your shoulders for Ule to catch. You made your way to the end of the table where seven chairs remained empty and you placed your hands on top of the chair in the middle, finally turning to see the twenty other men staring at you in awe.

"Hello, boys." You said with that same dangerous smile you'd given the bell boy.

The men surrounding you looked at one another stunned, and not wanting to be the first to ask if you were the mysterious boss they'd been working with. The only one to make a noise was a man to your right. He chuckled lightly as he lent back in his chair, staring at you as he swirled the contents of his short glass around. You winked at him. And couldn't help but notice the very light blush that touched his cheeks as he lent forward to reposition himself in his seat.

That must be the handsome young leader you've heard about. You made a mental note that he was everything you expected him to be. Lean, with a sharp jaw and eyes to match. There was a child like look deep behind his gaze that peaked through as he gave you a toothy smile and brought his glass up to his lips.

Ule came behind you and pulled out the seat, which you used to lift your leg and slip the gold gun out and placing it on the table.

"Oh calm down gentlemen." You started sitting down and reaching for your cigarette case, noticing the uncomfortable look they all held.

You pointed it at one of the older men and pulled the trigger before laughing at all the scared expressions that softened when all that came out was a soft flame. You brought it up to your lips and lit the cigarette, smirking as the handsome one lent over his very stern faced friend to ask you to light his.

"Well. Stall we get started?" One of the older men asked, finally shifting all eyes off of you. You pouted took a long drag but listened carefully to what was being said. The waiter brought you your martini, and you sipped it slowly.  

Every time a new topic was brought up you rolled you eyes, they weren't saying anything new and you were getting annoyed as the three groups seemed to skip around and around the same topics.

"Ms. Cappucio, you haven't said much." One of the older men said.  

You put your drink down and lent back, watching as the men squirmed to not look at the amount of breast you were exposing to the room.

"That's cause I'm bored." You said causing the men to look at one another, the handsome one just chuckled again.

"Excuse me ma'am, but these are important matters." He said, almost looking worried as to what you would do if he was in any way rude to you.

"Sure." You said placing your drink on the table. "But tell me, what part of these situations have I," you pause to emphasize the word. "Not already delt with. Your dock? No ones touching that. You're warehouses? No ones searching those. And your... everything? Well... I've already handled that haven't I?" You said making sure to look at the handsome man last who now just nodded at you.

"And we appreciate you're help, we really do, you're a powerful and great ally for us. But we have to acknowledge that it's happened once. Why won't it happen again?"

"Do you not trust me?" You said calmly.

"Honestly ma'am, not really. Up until a few minutes ago we had no idea who you were. It was like... like a..."

"Guardian angel." The Handsome one said, looking straight at you. You nodded, hiding all facial expressions to hide the fact his words made your stomach flip. "I think we all put our faith in Ms. Cappucio for a reason. I'd be insulted if the group of men whos asses I just saved were doubting me." He said, the two of you now looking to the rest of the men who all bowed their head slightly.

"Well, is there any other business we need to discuss?" You said lighting another cigarette.

"One last thing." The old man said. "We, as grateful as we are for your help, want to create a closer bond with you. To help you as much as you've helped us. We've requested you to move here. Temporarily, of course, so we can really express our gratitude. And I promise it will be worth it." He said with serious eyes.

"So, what your asking me to do is up and leave all my men and their families who put their trust, faith, and love in me to vacation in Seoul and live under your order?" You said, growing a little offended.

"We've all pitched in on a small community. Any family's who feel uncomfortable with you being gone can have their own house.  Think of it was a small Italian community right here in the city you've been so kind towards."

"So now you expect me to up and leave to live in an area all of you know where to find me at? I'm guessing you'll be controlling the gates?"

"Actually, Val," Carlo started. You glared at him for using your pet name in front of these men. "Valentina, we've already done all that. It was going to be a birthday present, you know another vacation home. They don't know where it is, or anything about it. They all just pitched in their gratitude."

"And I wasn't informed about this, why?" You said getting angry, your brother held up his hands in attempt to calm you down, he knew once you got mad there is little you wouldn't do. "Like I said, it was a surprise." You placed the gold gun on the table and looked around the room, the handsome one was the only one with anything more than a worried look on their face. He was amused with you.

"Sweetheart, were all just trying show our gratitude."

You groaned aggravated, and slammed the butt of the gun on the table and aimed it at the waiter who walked into the room and shot him, the loud bang of the gun that the men all thought was a lighter startled them out of their seat as Ule and another one of your boys, Dino, stood to hook their arms under the poor boys shoulders to drag him out.

"Listen here."  You said hitting the butt of the gun again and making everyone jump before lighting your third cigarette of the night. "I'm not your sweetheart, or doll or princess. Technically I own you I'm just polite enough to not make you think I do. If there one thing you want to know about me, since you feel like you know nothing; it's don't fuck with me." You said placing the cigarette in your mouth for a long draw before exhaling and sitting back down in your chair.

"Thank you for the house. I'll consider your offer." You said waving your perfectly manicured hands at them.

They all stood and bowed low before exiting the room, fear still heavy in their eyes. The only person who didn't leave was the handsome one, who instead came around to place himself on the table in front of you. You lent back to see him better.

"You're feisty." He said leaning to look at you eye to eye. You smirked, lifting your legs to cross your ankles on the table next to him. He took that as an okay to talk to you.

"Kwon Jiyong." He said holding out his hand. You gave him yours and instead of shaking it he took the opportunity to kiss your ring, never breaking eye contact.

"Well, Mr. Kwon, it's important to have a little surprise to you." He chuckled at this.

"You walked in this room not as the big fat Italian man we expected basically naked in red high heels and killed someone because someone else called you sweetheart." He chuckled, his eyes full of excitement.

"Almost killed him. I just broke his clavicle. He'll have full use of it in a month." You winked causing his smile to grow even more. You smiled and looked over to see your brothers laughing with two of his men and sighed.

"I like you Jiyong. You're smart, almost as smart as me," you started leaning in and making him smile again. "I think we're going to be good friends."

"Good enough for you to be my plus one to an upcoming event I'm hosting?" He said smirking.

"Are you asking me on a date?" You said raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. A date."

"What a power couple." You joked making his cheeks tingle again.

[sunbaebes]

Epilogue

Summary:Big Bang Mafia AU-

Chapter 1   Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6  Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12  Epilogue

When the members of Kwon Ji Yong’s men take up a deal with the Italian mob, they think kidnapping one young woman will be a piece of cake. But all isn’t as it seems, and soon Ji Yong is realizing that maybe he’s bitten off more than he can chew…..

Disclaimer : Rated M for violence, and  smut.

A/N: Thank you everyone who has stuck around and seen this story to its close. I know it has taken a long time but I’m glad we are finally able to finish this together. Enjoy.

( 1 year later)

Shutting windows and screen doors, you wrap your sweater tightly around yourself. The leaves had just begun to change colors as the first icy chill of autumn crept in during the evenings.

A teapot in the kitchen screams for you attention, and with freezing limbs you shuffle into the kitchen, eager to warm yourself with a promising pot of camomile. Your mind drifts to the week before, body warmed and lazy from the sun and a sigh escapes in mourning for summer. On the counter, you’d let two packs of meat thaw but you still hadn’t come to a decision; beef or chicken?

You shrug and go with the later. Setting up your newest playlist on your phone you begin to hum along to the voice crooning from the speakers as your body moves slowly to the rhythm. You’re just beginning to slice up peppers as a crashing noise comes from the front door.

“Hello?”

No reply. You call out again, peeking your head out to look down the hall. You clench the vegetable knife until your knuckles go white, holding it out in front of you as your brave it down the hall. Looking through the windows, there isn’t a soul outside, and in the stillness, there isn’t even the sound of footsteps, only the vague sound of your music, just a whisper in the kitchen.

You let out a breath, muttering to yourself as you make your way slowly back to the kitchen, the knife lazily held at your side.

It isn’t until you’re in the mouth of the kitchen that you see a man in all black with black  hair sitting at your counter, shoulders slouched as he chops up an onion and moves to throw it into a waiting pan on the stove.

There is a tattoo of an angel on the back of his neck, its wings caressing the sides and wrapping around just slightly where you know the tips end right before neck becomes throat.

He turns towards you, his cat-like eyes turning up into a devilish smile spreading across his face.

“You scared me!” you exclaim, letting a laugh trickle between your lips as you walk back to where you were preparing the chicken.

Ji yong walks closer, his smile easy and his steps light, a king in his kitchen. It doesn’t escape your notice that there is a bruise darkening on his jaw or bits of blood on his throat and freckled on the side of his face where he forgot to clean in his haste.

The banging must have come from him rushing up the stairs, cleaning the gore off his body so you could both pretend that it wasn’t his job to kill and maim.

You wet a rag and let yourself be pulled into his embrace, dabbing softly until his face was completely clear of blood.

Ji yong’s hands traveling adoringly down your sides, resting on your hips that have rounded and expanded over the summer, your belly swelling with your ever-growing (and kicking) little boy.

Ji yong leaves the butterfly of a kiss on your temple, traveling down to adorn one on both your cheeks, and then slipping down to your throat as you begin to giggle.

“Not now, not in the middle of making dinner.”

“The doctor says that you should be staying off your feet.” Ji yong mumbles, his hands sinking lower to cup your behind. “I assume that means that I should keep you in our bed.”

“Keeping ourselves in that bed is what got us into this exact predicament,” you remind him with a rueful smile, returning his kisses with a happy sigh.

Ji yong carefully directed your body against the wall his hands roaming from your backside to your front, fingers squeezing and petting at your thighs.

“How can you be sure it was from being in bed?” his voice had become throaty now, his fingers gliding easily inside your stretching pants, “it could have been the bed, or the couch, or the shower..” his voice faded off with each kiss to your lips until he was tired of speaking, using his tongue instead to seduce your mouth.

As Jiyong kissed you into the next room, articles of clothing falling to the floor… you felt that times like these made it easy to forget about all the things that happened between the two of you. His hands so carefully handling your body as you positioned yourself over him, entering you slowly and watching your face for any sign of discomfort or pain. Yes, it was hard to believe someone with such caressing fingers and loving gaze also showed you a world darkened by violence and terror.

But, there must have been some darkness in you as well, because despite the tears and blood this man had put you through, despite the demons he carried on his back, you loved him.

Your love was crooked, bent and curving away from conventional, but powerful nonetheless. Your heart swelled as your pace quickened over your lover's body, his teeth nipping at every inch of flesh, whispering about how he’d fill you up, how the two of you would make another son, and maybe a daughter too.

“I love you,” he said when the both of you had finished, your body’s sweating and tired on the couch, his smile devilishly crooked.

“I love you,” you replied back, sure your smile was crooked too.