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Title: Web of Lies  Pairing: Leader!Jungkook X Journalist!Reader / Bartender!Junmyeon X Journalist!Reader  Genre: smut, angst, fluff, violence, gore, mafia!au  Summary: Jungkook was your boyfriend, after coming home with a gunshot wound you demanded the truth of who he was. Not expecting to find out he was part of the mafia.But remember, everyone has secrets.  Warnings: Unprotected sex, violence, fighting, oral, few deaths; probably some other stuff I forget to mention  A/N: Hope you guys like it very much. This has taken me a while to do. It’s not a series but it’s a long ass one shot so strap yourself down. Also THANK YOU ALL FOR 1,000 FOLLOWERS I KNOW WE AREN’T CRAZY ACTIVE BUT WE TRY TO BE. WE LOVE YOU ALL AND HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR ANY REQUESTS THAT ARE TAKING A WHILE.

“Cover me.” Jungkook said as he forward rolled across the hardwood floor. Gun ready to shoot anything, he glanced around, standing up suddenly and aiming at the target.

They went down quickly, he sighed of relief.

“Boss watch your back!” He spun around and shot the next one. He turned to his partner and high fived them. The sound of a door opening alerted him and he aimed his gun at the hallway.

“What are you two doing? And why are there nerf bullets and pillows everywhere?” You asked, glancing at your boyfriend and the child you two were babysitting.

“Looks like our cover has been blown boss. How do we proceed?” Taeyon asked as he looked up at Jungkook with his small nerf gun reloaded.

“Kidnap.” He said, they both placed their guns down and ran towards you, you were ready to bolt but they had already grabbed you. Jungkook throwing you over his shoulder as you squealed.

“Nice work Monster, we got her. Time to tie her up and question her.” Jungkook said as he high fived Taeyon once again. The sound of the door knocking pulled them out of their game and their eyes towards the door.

“Sir, she must have called for back up. Should we take them down?” Jungkook nodded, keeping a stern face as you rolled your eyes. They both shuffled to the door, opening it and Taeyon jumping out and holding his hands in a gun format.

“Hands in the air and give us your money.” He said causing his parents to laugh and smile.

Jungkook appeared from behind the door with a smile, you decided to get up and join them. Taeyon’s mother picked him up and held him in her arms.

“Thank you again for taking care of him. I hope he wasn’t too much.” She said but you shook your head.

“Nope. He’s adorable. Him and Jungkook really get along.” You said looking at him with a small smile.

“Boss, the girl mustn’t escape. You have to keep an eye on her.” Taeyon said pointing to you and Jungkook nodded.

“Don’t you worry Monster, she won’t leave my sight.” Jungkook said hand snaking around your hip and pulling you into his side more.

“What’s next weeks game?” Taeyon asked, leaving his role quickly as excitement lit up his face.

“Hmm. How about hunting crocodiles in the jungle? Two explorers and survivors from a plane crash?” Jungkook said causing Taeyon to nod eagerly.

“You two are so good with kids. Have you thought about maybe tying the knot and having some?” Yuni asked but you shrugged your shoulders.

“It’s a bit hectic right now. I have my job as a journalist, Jungkook has the night shift as a guard. It’d just be too hard.” You said and she nodded, understanding.

“Alright well thank you again and same time next week?” She asked and you nodded, saying goodbye before venturing back into your apartment.

Jungkook threw you over his shoulder once again causing you to yelp suddenly. He placed you down on the couch so he now hovered over you. He kissed your lips hungrily, like he’s been dying to kiss you.

“Maybe she’s right, maybe having a kid wouldn’t hurt.” Jungkook mumbled against your lips as his fingers began to play with the buttons on your blouse.

“Jungkook, how can we take care of a kid? Our lives are so busy right now I don’t think it’d be a healthy environment.” You said, breathing heavily as you helped him unbutton your blouse.

“C’mon it wouldn’t hurt to have a little you and me running around.” With that he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head while he attacked your neck with open mouth kisses. Sucking harshly from time to time.

“We can try.” You finally gave in, pushing your hips up to grind your core against his thigh. Trying to find some relief. With that Jungkook unbuttoned your jeans and threw them somewhere on the floor.

Sitting back up and peeling off his white t-shirt and his own jeans as well. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to he bedroom, laying you down softly before connecting your lips once again.

Your fingers danced in his hair and pulled at his roots. Causing him to groan as his tongue massaged yours, his hands grabbing at the skin on your hips, sure enough to leave bruises tomorrow.

His lips trailed down to your jaw, to the valley of your breasts, down to your panty line. His eyes met yours and you could see how dark they were. His teeth gripped the material and slowly began pulling them down your legs.

As soon as they were at your knees he grabbed them and ripped them away. Pushing your legs open and placing his thumb against your clit. His tongue gliding along your slit. Collecting your juices before his lips replaced the position of his thumb and began to suck.

Your back arched as your let out loud high pitched moans, with every suck you got closer to your climax. He could tell because every time he did your moans went an octave higher than the last one.

Soon enough he had you cumming all over his tongue while his fingers digged into your thighs. Sure enough to leave some kind of marks there the next day. As soon as you had ridden out your orgasm you pushed Jungkook back so he was now the one laying beneath you.

Connecting your lips to taste yourself on his tongue, your hand rubbing over his growing bulge before fiddling with the belt buckle and pulling down his jeans with his boxers as well.

His cock sprung out, and no matter how many times you see it Jungkook never fails to surprise you with his length and girth. It was red at the tip with beads of precum spilling from the tip. The vein on the bottom of his shaft prominent and pulsating.

The sight made you lick your lips before gripping him tight around your hand, your eyes looking up to see his head thrown back and a hiss to escape his lips. You smirked, mouth moving down to lick the underside of his cock.

Sucking on his balls while your hand moved up and down, twisting at the tip every time as he let out choked moans. You switched so now your mouth was wrapped around him and your hand was rolling his balls in your palm.

“S-shit, keep going.” He groaned, pushing his hips continuously up while you worked him. His tip hitting the back of your throat with each push causing you to gag but continue. Your other hand worked what you now couldn’t fit in your mouth as you began bobbing your head up and down faster.

“I’m going to cum, fuck!” His fingers laced in your hair to keep you going, his hips stuttering in thrusts as ribbons of cum coated the inside of your mouth. Swallowing the substance that never fails to taste disgusting but Jungkook loved the sight of you swallowing him.

The roles were the same as Jungkook pulled you into his lap and gave you no time as he slammed himself inside you. A shriek left your lips as he began using his hips to start pushing you, his hands gripping your sides hard enough to leave marks there as well.

“Fuck!” You threw your head back and continued bouncing, Jungkook fingers coming down to rub your clit as you chased your high. His cock hitting all the right spots.

“You like that princess? You like me playing with your cunt while you ride me?” Jungkook was never one to really dirty talk during sex but when he did oh holy fuck it was heaven. He knew all the right things to say that had you cumming around him in no time.

“I’m going cum, fuck I’m so close I’m going to cum!” Jungkook laid just on his back so he was able to fuck up into you in a different angle, continuously hitting your g-spot with force. Your hands pressed on his chest while your nails dig into the flesh.

“I’m cumming!” You yelled, Jungkook grunting as he too was close; within seconds you were tightening around him and cumming, Jungkook thrusts never coming to a stop until he emptied himself inside you. Sweat and heavy breathing as you both calmed down from your highs.

Jungkook pulled you off him and got up to run a warm bath for you both. Sitting you down in the tub so you laid on his chest. Letting the steam surround you along with silence.

“How was work?” Jungkook asked, fingers running through your hair softly as he kissed your shoulder.

“Good. I’m still missing pieces to that story.” You hummed and Jungkook held a confused expression.

“Story? What story?” He asked as you sighed.

“The one about the gang, you know the guys who have been buying strip clubs so it’s easier to make those drug deals and all.” You explained, eyes closed and unable to see Jungkook’s worried expression. If anyone found out you were investigating the mafia it won’t end well.

Jungkook sat in silence contemplating whether to tell you now or not.

“Have you considered maybe a different story babe?” Jungkook regret the words as soon as they left his lips. Your eyes opened and you turned to look at your boyfriend.

“What are you saying I can’t handle myself? That this story is so juicy? Are you afraid that I’ll be the one earning the income here?” You spat annoyed, Jungkook sighed.

“I think you should leave; obviously you’re not in a good mood.” Jungkook said bluntly, no expression on his face.

“Fine if you’re going to be a dick, you can fucking jerk off for the next few weeks cause I’m not coming around. I think I’ll take that business trip with my boss.” You grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your body and stormed off to the bedroom.

That was enough to make Jungkook snap, Park Jimin was your boss and he offered to take you on a business trip to Hong Kong to help investigate a story but Jungkook didn’t like the idea. Your boss was only two years older than Jungkook and mildly attractive.

He knew your boss’s intentions and warned you about it but you knew better. Jungkook was very easily able to be jealous. You’ve seen it happen many times when the barista wrote his number on a napkin for you.

Or the time the cashier complemented your shirt that was an extreme low cut one too. Jungkook got out of the tub and followed you into the room.

“I don’t fucking think so! I’ve seen the way your boss looks at you and it’s not good intentions y/n! He wants to fuck you!” Jungkook spat as he watched you pack your bag.

“Who fucking cares at this point, hey maybe he’ll give me a raise if I blow him, a promotion if I go all the way!” Jungkook pushed you up against the nearest wall with force. Honestly you were scared right now, but Jungkook would never hurt you.

“Don’t go with him please. You’re beautiful, bold and brave but I’ve heard about people who have gone looking for gangs and writing about them. It-I can’t lose you.” Jungkook’s tone was soft and it cracked on his last words. ‘I can’t lose you.’ Your chest twisted, hating the sound of his voice when he was upset.

You tilted his chin so his watery eyes met yours before pressing your lips against his.

“You won’t lose me; I promise. If it makes you feel better I’ll stop. But I’m still leaving, when you can learn to love me for who I choose to be. Including my career.”

“After all this you’re just going to go off and fuck your boss?! How can you ask me to respect you when you act like a whore?”

You slapped Jungkook across the face, shocked but you didn’t regret it. He called you a whore, accusing you of going off to cheat on him. You stormed out of the apartment, Jungkook already blowing up your phone with missed called and apologies.

“I don’t fucking think so!” Jimin yelled, pushing the butt between his lips and inhaling. You hated the smell of cigarettes and this early in the morning you were about ready to throw up.

“Jimin, people have gone missing. The closest anyone has gotten to finding out the mafia is just shits and giggles.” You explained, throwing printed copies of online news that you found explaining the disappearances of other eager journalists.

“Y/n you came to me with this, you said you could handle it, you wanted this and you promised to take on any trouble or back lash. The disappearances are bullshit that an insider of the mafia wrote to scare ‘em off.” He spat, digging his cigarette into the tray so it’s joined the other 100+ in there.

“Think of it this way, you do this story and it’s a hit. You’ll get a promotion, maybe we can even be…” he paused, licking his lips slightly. “Partners?” The position sounded tempting. But Jimin looked like he had other ideas in mind.

“No. I’m risking my life every day because of this. I don’t want to get myself or the people around me that I love in trouble.” I explained, standing to my feet as Jimin took a seat behind his desk. Pulling another cigarette out of the blue box.

“Oh yeah, how is Jungkook? Still jobless?” Jimin smirked before placing the lung cancer stick between his lips and lighting it.

“He has a job. Security. And by the way; I quit.” Jimin nodded, blowing smoke from his lips before he finally processed your words.

“Wait quit? What the fuck? Where are you going to get a job! There ain’t no other top news paper companies around here who will take your sweet ass!” You flipped him off before storming downstairs and into your office. Grabbed an empty box and threw all your belongings into it.

Stopping and all your anger vanishing when you glanced at the photo of you and Jungkook. How happy you two looked that day. It was taken on the beach, your first date with Jungkook. You both met on a dating app and well you’ve never been happier. In fact you deleted the app after the first date.

Even though nothing was official at that time; you couldn’t think of anyone else other than him. Your heart melted and the strings tugged. ‘Go see him,’

“I can’t, he doesn’t care about my career or my feelings. He called me a whore. ”

‘He cares about you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt.’

“Yeah well he should have said that before calling me such a vulgar word!”

“Miss l/n?” Your assistant’s voice was heard from the other side. You opened the door and saw her standing there.

“Your boyfriend called, he left this message.” She handed you the white A5 piece of paper that had what he wanted to say written on it.

‘Don’t go.’

Your heart raced and once again your heart strings played a tune for Jungkook. You had to go home; there was a reason he wrote this.

“It was good working with you Minhee.” You grabbed your stuff and left the building. Four years you’ve been stuck in there having to write bullshit that your boss wanted before you got to offer something that wasn’t the best idea. You got in your car and left; going home to Jungkook.

“You’re here.” Jungkook cooed, arms wrapping around you softly as he pressed his lips to your temple.

“I’m sorry; I should have listened to you when you said it was dangerous. I just got so caught up in the whole thing, I wanted that promotion.” You explained as Jungkook nodded.

“And my stupid boss could give a shit, and I guess maybe that’s why…I-I quit.” Jungkook froze. Pulling back and looking at you.

“You quit?” He repeated and you nodded.

“I’m sorry for what I—what I called you. You’re not that type of girl, you never have been. I just get so worried about someone else taking you away. And Jimin has that chance with you.” He said softly, avoiding eye contact.

“It okay. My boss is a coward who just wants to get into my pants and get a good scoop. My job is costing me threats from people. Everything is just not right there.” You explained as you both moved towards the couch and laid down. Talking about your day. Only for you both to fall asleep, listening to the sounds of each other’s heart beats.

“Fuck!” You shot up from your spot on the couch, hearing Jungkook hiss and scream as if in pain. You stood up, Jungkook not seen and the room dark with only the light from street lamps outside. Jungkook had burst through the door, hand on the door handle to keep himself up.

His other covering just below his rib cage. You ran over, he was soaking wet from the early rain that had calmed down.

“What happened? Babe?!” You were by his side, you could hear yelling and all of a sudden Jungkook took his hand away from his bleeding wound and grabbed a gun that was hiding inside his boot. Aiming it outside and shooting it a few times before pushing you both inside and closing the door.

Leaning up against it as he placed his hand back over his wound, the other still holding the weapon. You stood back, shocked and confused and scared. Where did Jungkook get that? Sure he was a security guard but he wasn’t certified to carry a gun not until he passed the test first.

After a few minutes Jungkook tumbled into the bathroom and slipped off the black material before opening the cupboard and starting to clean the blood gushing hole in his flesh up.

Jungkook heard the slam of a door, did you just— he wobbled his way out of the bathroom and downstairs to see you gone. You were gone, you were outside. Shit.

He opened the door, using all the force and energy he could to catch up to you.

“Y/n get inside!” He yelled, grabbing your wrist and turning you so you were facing him.

“No! Don’t fucking touch me! This entire time you’ve been living a lie, are you even a security guard?” You asked, only silence at this point.

“No. I’m part…of the mafia.” Tears welled up in your eyes as you pushed him away, walking away from him and finding a cab to take you somewhere.

“Y/n please listen—“

“I’m done listening.” Right on que a cab pulled up by your side and you got in. Telling the driver an address of an old friend you knew you could always count on.

“He did fucking what to my best friend?” Taehyung blinked twice at you as he brought over two cups of hot chocolate; you sighed. Moving over on the couch and sniffling.

“He cheated, I can’t understand why he would but I don’t want you to press it further please.” You know you should have told him, you know you should have told someone the truth about Jungkook. But you weren’t that horrible you would go as far as getting him locked away?

He was a bad person and did bad things but—

“But I still love him.” You cried, Taehyung sitting there awkwardly watching you sob away and not drink your hot chocolate. He placed a hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles.

“If he loved you; he wouldn’t have cheated.” Oh Taehyung if you knew the truth. You didn’t want Tae to go after Jungkook so you had to tell him to not get into it or say anything to Jungkook. You knew you had to go back and get your things, but you also knew Jungkook would be there waiting for you to return.

“Hey.” Tae greeted as he got to the door. Jungkook looked tired, dark circles under his eyes and slightly pale skin.

“Uh hi, can I help you?” Jungkook asked, clearly annoyed with the guy standing across from him.

“I’m y/n’s Friend Taehyung, she sent me over to get her stuff.” Jungkook scoffed, biting down on his bottom lip.

“Of fucking course, she couldn’t come over herself she had to send a new boy toy—“

“Excuse me? You’re the fucking cheater!” Taehyung bit back, silence consuming there for a minute as Jungkook pondered on the thought. Why would she tell this guy he cheated?

“She loves me.” He said out loud, Taehyung rolling his eyes and waiting for Jungkook to move so he can get your things.

“Yeah; she did. But you fucked stuff up. Now can I get her things and leave before I leave with a bloody fist?” Jungkook said nothing else and let the guy in to grab your stuff. As soon as he had opened your underwear drawer though Jungkook was onto him in seconds.

“I can fucking pack that for her.” Jungkook snapped, grabbing the small pile out of the drawer and stuffing it into the bag Taehyung had brought over.

After Taehyung finished and left; Jungkook fell to the floor. Tears sprung into his eyes and for the first time…he cried for someone else. He cried because the girl he loves, the girl he wanted more than anything was gone probably forever.

You sat in the apartment waiting for Tae to return eagerly. You wanted to know everything; if Jungkook was there or not. If he was what did he say? How did he feel? What did he look like?

The door slammed shut and you were up and heading towards the front where Taehyung had returned with suitcase full in hand. Taking the key out and putting it on the bench.

“Hey, how’d it go?” You asked, slipping your hands into the back pockets of your jeans.

“Well, he was there. He looked pretty tired, sick. Was pretty pissed but went quiet after I told him off for cheating.” Shit. How did Jungkook respond?

“I don’t know why, but he is a dickhead and had no right to do that to you. You’re not the problem at all y/n he is.” You just nodded your head and listened to Tae rant before he walked off into the kitchen to make you both something to eat.

“So you quit your job at one of the highest news paper companies to join us…why?” You watched as he placed the cigarette butt into the small glass bowel.

“I didn’t feel free there. My boss was a pervert and wanted me to do crap that would get me killed. But I came with a good scoop. And I have it in this folder; with my knowledge and sources we could top any other company. All I need is the front page and my own office. And 75% of sales—“

“50%!”

“60%.”

“Deal.”

And it was done; You got yourself a job. Sure it wasn’t the best but it will be. And you know you promised Jungkook you wouldn’t continue it, but he’s not around to stop you.

“So what’s the plan?” Your new boss asked, lighting another cigarette as you stood to your feet and walked around his office.

“Well, I’ll go undercover. I know this gang and where they hang out. They refer to themselves as Mist. I have all their pictures and information about each member.” You began throwing different manilla folders onto his desk.

“What did you do to get these sleep with a cop?” He asked glancing down at them.

“You’d be surprised how far a little cleavage can get you.” You replied, he opened up the first one.

“That’s Min Yoongi. Goes by Suga as his code name. He’s the money hog. The one who collects and pays in other words. Keeps the money locked somewhere safe.” His eyes scanned over the profile before closing it and opening the next one.

“Kim Namjoon. Goes by RM for his code name. Supplier; knows where and when there is going to be a large weapon delivery. Hijack the trucks and take the weapons.”

“Zhing Yixing. Goes by Lay for his code name. He’s the seducer, uses words and phrases to flirt receptionists or anything with legs and a vagina basically.”

“Kim Seokjin. Goes by Jin for his code name. Driver. Used to do drag races in the streets before he was recruited. Used to be a professional too before he got addicted to cocain.”

“And finally the Dopgle Leader. Don’t know his name or face or anything. Couldn’t pull anything up. He’s the head of their little business. Doesn’t leave or has some special way of getting out without being seen. Those who have seen him well, haven’t lived to tell the tale.” You explained, closing the last folder that held only a code name.

“So, are we in?” You smirked at him. He looked stunned but impressed.

“You better know what you’re fucking doing. So how are we supposed to get you undercover?” He asked, placing the lung cancer stick between his lips and inhaling. The tip burning and turning to ash.

“You want to be a bartender?” The man asked you and you nodded.

“Any experience? Have you mixed drinks before?” You nodded your head.

“Fine. You got the job kid. But you better know what you’re fucking doing. Junmyeon will fill you in on the rules.” The man walked off but not before throwing an apron at you.

You caught it easily before walking behind the counter and towards the tall guy with black hair. You had to admit he was completely hot. He had a sleeve of tattoos on one arm. A few on his other arm. He looked like he worked out quite often.

The tight black shirt clung to his body like no tomorrow.

“I’m y/n, a new bartender.” You said holding out your hand.

“Junmyeon. Now first thing is first. Female uniform is the same except you have to wear booty shorts. You go and deliver drinks to tables only because I don’t believe you know how to mix drinks. I’m thick and moody and tired so stay on my good side and we won’t have a problem. Also a gang of men comes in here often; they won’t hurt you but they get drinks on the house. Any questions?” You shook your head and put the apron on.

He ushered you out of the bar space with a tray of shots. The small number on the tray told you where they were seated by the number on their table. You walked over, smiling and giving their drinks out before grabbing the empty glasses on tables and bringing them back to the counter.

“How was that?” You asked, biting your lip.

“You did well.” He said as he wiped over a large glass in his hands.

“Don’t get cocky on me now kid you still have more tables to do.” This guy was going to be the person you hate. He’ll be that guy that bosses you around all the fucking time. Telling you to do shit.

You would listen and do your job anyway, it allowed you to listen in on any information from people and you’d have to make sure you wrote it down later or once you left. This was going one fucking scoop.

After a few hours people began to leave and there were barely any people in here. You were doing your rounds and collecting all the glasses left on the tables. Walking back over and placing the tray by the sink while Junmyeon washed them.

“That’s the last of them.” You said as he nodded, not even glancing your way. It was only your first day and your fake boss already hated you. You turned around and started walking to exit the bar when you heard him speak up.

“Hey y/n!” You turned around and he threw a white rag at you, your hands coming out to catch it quickly. You understood what he wanted and walked back over to the other side of him. Grabbing glasses and drying them off with the small towel.

“So how long have you worked here?” You asked curiously as he chuckled; preferably to himself.

“Too long. Why did you want a job here? This place is very different from your personality.” He stated and he was right. You would rather be at home watching TV than to be stuck in a place like this late at night.

“I wanted a change. My boyfriend—ex. Boyfriend. He isn’t who I thought he was. And I was so sure he was the one, after relationships with lying and no loyalty, but I was wrong.” You refrained from crying, you wanted to show you were tough.

“Well you don’t deserve a shit bag whose going to lie to you. I’ve had my fair share of girls and most of them are just around for the amazing fuck.” You rolled your eyes at his cockiness.

“Yeah I’m so sure it’s that amazing.” You said sarcastically causing Junmyeon to raise his brows at you.

“Oh baby I’m not like your ordinary quick fuck guy. I bet I could make you cum in under two minutes.” You wondered how someone could just be so open about this shit, and so far up on their high horse. You hadn’t noticed how the entire club was officially empty and it was just you two now left.

“The day that happens, is the day I’ll stop regretting shit.” You said stepping back and it all happened pretty fucking quick what came next. Junmyeon had turned around and hoisted you up onto the bar counter, your body hitting some bottle causing them to clank together.

“What the fuck!?” You looked at him shocked while he looked at you and smirked.

“You better start thinking about every single thing you regretted and let it go.” You were confused when your shorts and panties were pulled down and hanging at your ankles.

“Tell me you want this. If you don’t we’ll stop right now and you can punch me or quit and leave. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” Junmyeon was staring up at you waiting for your consent. You nodded and Junmyeon attached his lips to your clit. Sucking and flicking it harshly with his tongue.

His fingers digging into your thighs sure enough to leave bruises but only ones you’ll be able to see. Your fingers found their way to his hair and ran them through the raven soft locks. Your head thrown back and out body arching into his touch.

Your body wanting more of his touch, his fingers found your entrance and ran up and down in a teasing manner. Junmyeon’s eyes met yours and you could feel him smirking. You decided to spice things up a bit.

“You still have 52 seconds left.” His demeanor changed right then and there. Shoving two fingers into you causing you to yelp slightly at the feeling. His fingers curling upwards and his tongue working your clit had brought you right on the edge.

I’m going to—“ your sentence was cut when a loud moan was brought from your lips and your juices coating his fingers and tongue. He worked you through for a few more seconds before pulling back.

His lips glistening along with his fingers which he didn’t mind sucking off while keeping eye contact.

“1 minute and 57 seconds. Told you I could.” He grabbed a washed cloth and wiped over your core, helping you stand to your feet as you pulled your underwear and shorts back up.

Part of you didn’t know why you were okay with him just eating you out on the bar counter. Maybe you wanted a different taste. Your life had been vanilla up until now. Not that it was a bad thing but the taste that was left in your mouth was from another man who knew what you wanted.

There was just silence as you stood in front of the desk. His chair was turned so he was tilted slightly from you. Flipping over the notes and pages of your first day at ‘work.’

“I like it so far. The whole part about how you described the club and everything was very pleasing. I can see a bright future for you here.” You smiled and thanked him before leaving his office. You felt a little nervous about releasing the story, how Junmyeon would feel if he read it and how you described him.

‘A tall man, dark hair and a cold exterior. He acts as if he has no heart for anyone but he is indeed on the inside broken by one girl who is the reason he’s distant.’

He may be upset but you were just using him. You had no feelings for him even after the bar incident. You walked out of the building feeling slightly guilty before glancing at the time on your phone.

“Shit!” You yelled realising you had to be at the club for work in ten minutes. Rushing to your car and getting in before taking off to work. Your clothes sitting in a bag in the back seat.

You sped to the club, not giving a fuck about anyone or anything else. You made it just before open. Running inside and last Junmyeon who had a smirk on his face as he watched you run into the locker room and quickly changed.

After getting dressed and coming out you grabbed a tray and wiped it over and got yourself prepared. All the while avoiding any eye contact or conversation with Junmyeon. You hadn’t spoken to him since that night.

The doors opened and in the people came, the music blasting through the speakers making it almost impossible to hear anyone. Junmyeon hadn’t said much to you except the occasional ‘take these out’ so things were a little tense between you two.

Well after all it was literally the other night you had your legs spread across the bar counter with him between them to prove a point to you. All of sudden the atmosphere felt like it changed. Like it was darker or something, your eyes landed on the door and in they came.

The men you had been getting information on for the last few months. The reason you and Jungkook ended, the reason for anything horrible that happens on this world. The mafia.

Junmyeon has this hard look, like he hated the men that just entered the room. You grabbed a tray and notepad and pen and headed on over. Junmyeon has opened his mouth to stop you but you were already across the other side and had the pen in your hand.

“Gentlemen, what can I get for you tonight?” You asked, catching their attention.

“Well, what are you offering?” One sneered, you knew who he was. Zhang Yixing aka the seducer. His charming face, and upper body covered by a simple t-shirt and black blazer.

“Blowjobs are a hit tonight.” The other men around him had all cackled and scoffed at your answer. Yixing raised his eyebrows and licked his lips which twisted upwards into a smirk. His hand was held out and he was waiting for you to take it.

You were hesitant and the look in his eyes was telling you that he knew you wouldn’t take it. But challenging him sounded like a good idea; taking the enemy by surprise. You placed the rounded tray down and took his hand.

He stood to his feet, he was taller by a head and a half. You suddenly regretted your decision but didn’t want to show it. He pulled you to the dance floor where bodies has been rubbing against each other.

He shot the DJ a glance with a nod following shorty after it and the music changed from the fast tempo to something classical and slow. It was weird, he pulled you so your body was flush against his own. You could feel his heart beating calmly against your chest.

His hand planted low on your waist and the other pulled your arm to wrap around his neck. His lips close to your ear as they brushed the shell, goosebumps arising on your skin as they did.

“Now what’s a beautiful girl like you, working in a shit down bar like this?” His voice was husky and sensual, the perfect mix that had your knees rattling like a locked door.

“I needed a job, and money.” You answered, you voice shaking slightly even though you didn’t intend for it to.

“Hmm, Junmyeon must have some interest in you. He doesn’t look too impressed right now, with my hand here. I wonder how he would feel if my hand was—“ his hand travelled down over your ass and now gripped your bare thigh. Tilting your body back in his arm as you held on. Your eyes boring into his deep brown ones.

“Here.” He finished with a smirk, your chest was heaving up and down and he could feel your heart beating rapidly against your rib cage he thought it might jump out at any second. You now understood why he was the seducer.

The song ended and he let you go safe and sound, you walking back towards the bar and Junmyeon’s glare going from you to Yixing, who just returned a smirk his way. Raising his glass of scotch and tilting his head slightly before returning to the conversation.

“What the fuck was that?” Junmyeon spat as he watched you place shot glasses onto the tray.

“I was talking with him. Is that a bad thing.” You asked turning away from him and strutting towards the other side of the club. Junmyeon throwing the wash cloth on the table with a loud slap and storming towards you quickly.

Pulling you into an empty private booth and placing the now knocked over drinks on the tray on a table.

“Junmyeon what—“ his lips crashed against yours, whatever it was going through him right now all you knew was that he needed you. You opened your eyes and Jungkook’s features were before you. Quickly pushing him away Junmyeon looked at you oddly.

“I have to go.” Was all you said before running out of there. Tears rushing down your face mixed with the rain that was pouring down outside. You were cold and lost at this point. Lights were seen ahead and you didn’t know why you chose the stupid decision but you ran into the middle of the street waving your arms about to gain the attention of the driver.

They came to a sudden stop, the tired screeching and your clothes drenched. The door opened and you weren’t sure who would be getting out but you were surprised when you saw his face.

“Y/n? What are you doing out here? What happened? Are you hurt? Look at me!” His hands held your wrists at first but moved t hold your face so you had to look at him.

“Talk to me please.” Your felt the ground disappear and your body start to limp. Your eyes shutting and your body completely losing balance before you were pulled into a sleep with no dreams.

You woke up, the first thing you see is the black familiar sheets. The ones you used to wrap yourself in at night. You knew where you were, but maybe if you closed your eyes and opened them again you’d be at Tae’s apartment. But when you did open your eyes you were faced with the fact you were here for real.

That last night wasn’t a dream or hallucination at all. That it happened.

“You’re awake. I wasn’t sure if you would wake up. I mean, I was worried when you just passed out like that.” You weren’t sure what to say at this point. What were you meant to say?

“Thanks. But I have to leave.” You said slipping out of the bed and starting to look for your shoes.

“Y/n look—“ you stopped him before he could even get started.

“No Jungkook I’m tired. I’m tired of listening, I’m tired of trying to look at other ways of your job just so it doesn’t freak me out. I’m tired of lies and shit that could get me in trouble. Here I was trying to do my job and uncover the mafia and there you fucking were, lying to my face about it all. YOU were the enemy. That’s why you wanted me to stay away. Not to protect me, to protect yourself. Fuck you Jeon Jungkook.” And with that you stormed out of the apartment and didn’t look back.

Life really sucked right now and you wanted to hit a brick wall for hours. You wanted to pain to go away. You wanted it to just fucking be over. If taking down the love of your life is what it takes then you’ll do it. Jungkook is now officially out of your life, he was never your boyfriend, he was never your friend. He was never the man you loved.

You sighed as you called a cab, telling them your location and everything before seeing it pull up. Opening the door you got inside, immediately your body was held and a cloth was placed over your mouth and nose. Whatever on it you were inhaling it quickly and it was causing your body to go limp and your eyes lids to fall shut.

Your mind putting you into a sleep, your eyes opened probably hours later. At first you didn’t react. Your eyes were still blurry and trying to focus. When you moved your hands to wipe them though you reacted to this situation since you couldn’t move your hands at all. Your eyes were wide open and your vision was 20/20. You wiggled and jolted in the chair you had been tied to, trying to loosen the ropes in any way you could.

But you only failed, you glanced up and there stood what you were praying for a grim reaper but instead faced with Yixing. A smirk plastered on his face as he walked over towards you.

“Well, it’s nice to see you again y/n. I must say I am impressed with Jungkook’s work.” Your eyes widened at the name of your ex boyfriend.

“Oh yeah, Jungkook has been on this plan from the beginning. Want to hear a story?” He asked stepping back and pouring a cup of water.

“You stupid son a bi—“ your words were cut off when he stuffed a cloth inside your mouth gagging you completely.

“It all started seven months ago, you had decided to start the story on the mafia. You did the usual research you know, finding out about disappearances, interviewing people, blah blah blah. Like I said; the usual.” He had picked up a green apple and pulled out a small Swiss knife and began peeling it with that.

“One day we get a tip from none other than Jungkook himself warning us someone is onto us. And of course we decided to play a little game instead of killing you right away. You see every clue, every detail, everything you added to your research was all…fake. Purposely set up to play with your mind, so you would play right into our hands. And it worked! Look at you, you did so well for your first time digging dirt on the dark side!” He tried to make it sound like he cared but he didn’t.

He was being sarcastic and a dick, two things that made you want to punch him in the fucking face.

“Jungkook was the one helping us all along. Giving us tips, sending little bits of your research. I’ll thank him the next time we cross paths.” He bit into the now skinned apple and smirked. Licking the juice off his lips.

“Now, I know you’re probably going to say the cliche ‘you’ll never get away with this!’ Or some basic movie shit but we already have. You see we’re smarter than other people. I mean why rob a bank when you can hack into billionaire’s bank accounts? A lot faster and easier.” You wanted to scream, but your body had gone into shock.

Tears left your eyes one after the other, you were stupid. Thinking this entire time you had been onto them, they had been onto you. He walked over and pulled the gag from your mouth, you took in deep breaths.

“What do you want from me?” You sobbed, looking down at the floor that had blood stains from god knows when. The place was cold and dark and nothing like you’d seen before.

“Well you see killing you would be boring as fuck so I’ve decided instead I want to play a little game. Bring them in!” Suddenly the door opened and in came Namjoon and Suga, pushing three people with black bags over their faces so you couldn’t see who they were. They were pushed to their knees in front of you.

Yixing walked over and stood between two, using the knife to flip off the black cloths and revealing who those three people were. Your heart sunk, your stomach twisted and your throat contracted as if trying to warn you that you were going to puke.

“Taehyung! Jungkook! Junmyeon” You sobbed looking at the two, their hands bound behind their backs and their mouths gagged with cloths like had been done to you.

“We’re going to play a little game of ‘truth, truth, lie.’ Do you know that game baby? Or do I need to explain the rules?” You were breathing hard through your nose as you glared at him.

“Okay well you have to tell two true things about yourself and one lie. But it’s different. I’m going to say the three and you have to tell me which ones are lies and truth. You get one wrong, oops.” Your body began to shake, people’s lives were on the line. People you knew, who knew you. People you shared a bond or connection with.

“Okay let’s start with, you met Jungkook in college, you slept with Taehyung and Junmyeon hired you because of your body.” You whimpered, not wanting to play. You didn’t even know which was true or not.

“I-I don’t know.” You whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut praying for a miracle.

“Tick tock babe.” You opened your eyes and looked at the three.

“Junmyeon hired you because of your body?” Yixing asked, loading his gun up.

“True.” You sobbed.

“You met Jungkook in College?” He asked, placing it down on the table next to him.

“Lie.”

“And that leaves you fucking Taehyung, but we can’t forget this was when you were with Kook.” Jungkook’s eyes met yours.

“Are you—are you fucking serious?” He cried, wiggling slightly and obviously pissed.

“It was a mistake! I was drunk! It didn’t mean anything I swear!” You sobbed. You wanted this to just be over.

“Oh come on we have only just started. Moving on. Jungkook killed your brother, Junmyeon ate you out on his bar counter and Taehyung is in love with you. Go!” Your body froze.

“What?” You asked, your voice soft and hoarse as you tried to think of you heard his words correct or not.

“My brother, what do you mean?” You glanced at Jungkook who had a guilty face.

“Jungkook you said my brother died in a car accident when you drove him to the airport?” You questioned but only heard the small ‘oooooh’ from Yixing.

“Uh Oh, you didn’t tell her did you Kook?” Yixing added, you could feel the tears welling in your eyes. Not wanting to cry but they fell anyway.

“Well darling little brother wasn’t killed in a car accident. He wasn’t killed in any accident. I guess determination runs in your family. Well your brother and Jungkook went for a little drive to the lake house, the one you used to go to as a kid. Well looks like baby bro knew about Jungkook and was going to reveal it to you. But instead of getting to do it Jungkook bashed his head in with a stone. He threw the body into the river and let the car drive off into it was well. Making it look like there was an accident.” Jungkook avoided eye contact the entire time. It was true.

“Now back to our game. Y/n you still need to pick. Jungkook killed your brother? Well we all now know that one. Truth! Taehyung is in love with you?”

“Lie.” You muttered, your chest tightening. You felt like the walls were crashing down on you. This was as close to hell as you wanted to be.

“And Junmyeon eating you out on his bar counter. Wow! You were so quick to jump his bones weren’t you?”

“Fuck you.” Junmyeon spat, Yixing turning his attention to the bruised and beaten man.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise it was your turn to play!” Yixing shoved the knife into his shoulder, before twisting it slightly and pulling it back out.

“Still waiting y/n….” Yixing clicked his tongue and you sighed.

“Truth.”

“Good girl. Last round. Jungkook was sent here to kill you. Junmyeon was sent here to rescue you. Taehyung was sent here to die.” Your heart skipped a beat. No.

“I can’t know the answer to that. Don’t do this please!” You cried out, Yixing only smirked as he grabbed the gun off the table. The familiar sound of clicking heard as you watched him hold it in his hand by his side.

“Tick tock, Tick tock. Jungkook was sent here to kill you?” He waited, holding the gun towards Jungkook’s temple as you whimpered.

“Truth.” You managed to sob out, waiting for the gun to explode but it didn’t. It clicked, the bullet not coming out because there wasn’t one in it for that round at least.

“Correct!” He yelled, you looked and Jungkook who still couldn’t look you in the eye.

“Taehyung was sent here to die?”

“No!”

“Yes!” He imitated your tone and shriek. Your plead to not continue the game. He had the gun placed to his temple and smirked. Taehyung looked at you, licking his lips as he awaited his answer.

“Lie.” You cried, watching as Yixing smirked.

“I wish you got the answer right. Even if you did he would’ve died.” And bang. You screamed as you watched his body go limp. Blood run down the side of his face as the bullet disappeared into the side of his head.

“And last But not least Junmyeon was sent to rescue you.” Which we all know, is a fucking lie but since you’ll get the answer wrong anyway—“ he held the gun up to Junmyeons head. Preparing to pull the trigger.

“You’re wrong.” Junmyeon muttered, hands grabbing the gun and knocking it out of Yixing’s hands before pushing the male back. Grabbing the gun that had fallen to the floor and pressing it against Yixing’s head.

“Bang.” He whispered as Yixing now joined Tae on the floor. Dead and bleeding from the head. Junmyeon ran over to you, cutting your hands free and helping you to your feet. Jungkook watched, hoping you could forgive him.

“Y/n please, help me. I’m so sorry about your brother. I’m so sorry. I wanted to tell you so bad. So so bad.” He cried, your cupped his face before kissing his lips softly and pulling back.

“Oh Jungkook.” You pushed some of his hair back out of his face.

“I wish I could. But you messed up. And when you mess up you end up like Tae and Yixing.” You said smirking, the look of horror on his face right now was what you loved the most.

“W-what?” He asked confused looking up at you as you brushed some hair out of your face. You placed a cigarette between your lips, Junmyeon lightning it for you and watching as you took a drag from it.

“Sleep tight love.” And with that Jungkook was knocked out.

“Baby are you going to be much longer? This boner can’t take care of itself?” Junmyeon whines as he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“I will! I have to finish this up first. And then you gave me for the rest of the weekend.” You smirked pulling his lips in for a short teasing kiss. Not allowing his tongue to enter your mouth.

“Ten minutes.” You said as he walked off to the room. You licked your lips and faced your computer screen.

‘The gang was caught, Jungkook arrested and stuck in prison for god knows how long. Downside is they never did find the Dopgle leader. Theories are it was Jeon Jungkook or Zhang Yixing. Some even say it was Kim Taehyung but I believe it someone else out there. Someone who had skills and the guts to pull it all off. Someone who knew everything and anything from the beginning. You’re all reading this and on edge about everything and probably wanting more to the story. Wanting to know more of my theories and who I think it could be. I think the Dopgle leader is off loving life in a mansion with too much money to count. I bet you’d love to know who it was.’

You sighed trying to find the last words.

“Baby~~!” Junmyeon sang yet whined from the bedroom causing you to chuckled as you got up and made your way upstairs. Leaving your screen open with your finishing sentence.

‘And wouldn’t you kill to know what she was doing right now?’