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bratkook · 4 years ago

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deep six: watch yourself (m) jjk.

You wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus, you’d better watch yourself.

part one. ao3 . v-day drabble. prequel

pairing. biker!jk x reader genre. angst, smut, fluff warnings. violence in forms of fist fighting, blood, depictions of murder, use of knives, use of guns, mentions of selling drugs, corrupt cops, breaking of alliances, deep six forgets about their golden rules for a brief moment of chaos and revenge (this is a biker gang au please don’t read this if any of the above is triggering), infidelity, minho is lowkey very abusive but no surprise there, smut in forms of: oral sex (m. & f. receiving), face fucking, fingering, he’s still wearing those mf SIX rings, rough sex thats still super lovey, unprotected sex, riding, spanking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, brief cockwarming, nipple play, love kink!!!, slight possessiveness, spit kink, missionary bc his face is pretty 🥺, he has a gold chain on, sweet loving biker gang!jungkook is back 😌 word count. 29k author’s note. to celebrate the love deep six got, I decided to expand the story and add a second part! (i know this is a lot longer than the first part but i had to add more backstory since pt 1 was just smut w. minimal plot lol) i’m open to doing small drabbles if you request any bc i love this couple sm. thank u all for loving the first part & i hope you love the second just as much. please...hit up my inbox and let me know your thoughts on this, it goes a long way! ily all byeee beta reader. @taestybae thank you for being an irl angel and checking me on my tenses, wonky punctuation and any possible plot holes while simultaneously hyping up the story in your comments and erasing any doubts i had hahaha you’re the best ilu ❣️

Chaos. Pure fucking chaos.

The minute you get Seulgi’s text that stated that simple word, it’s as if you forget how to breathe, your lungs no longer working on autopilot as you start to choke, ready to pound onto your chest with your fist to get your lungs to wake up. It’s Jungkook’s hand placed on your shoulder that allows you to get that first breath of air, gulping it down like your life depended on it, lungs burning as you gasp.

“Relax, breathe. What’s going on?”

“Minho, I think Minho knows.” It’s a guess really, her text didn’t explain much, but the way he had blown up your phone only leads you to believe that he was well aware that you were missing and Minho didn’t take well to misplacing his things.

Jungkook doesn’t know what course of action would be most beneficial, if Minho does in fact know, would it be best to simply keep you here, or would that make it all worse? He really needs Seokjin to answer the phone but it continues to ring, the rhythmic vibrations droning out until it eventually leads to his voicemail. That alone isn’t a good sign but Jungkook can’t allow himself to panic or assume the worst, especially when you currently look on the verge of passing out or throwing up.

“Call Seulgi,” he instructs, keeping his voice calm and level while he roams the room and picks up your discarded clothing. Jungkook knew that although your club and the Vagos had some form of loyalty with each other, your friendship with Seulgi laid deeper than the club itself.

“Right, you’re right,” you stutter out, quickly dialing her number and putting it on speaker, not trusting your shaky hands to hold your device by your ear. Jungkook does his best to dress you in your seated position, gently securing the straps to your bra on and helping you slide into your shirt, your own hands grabbing onto your underwear and sliding them on, nearly jumping when Seulgi’s voice cuts through the air.

“Where the fuck are you?” Her voice sounds tense, muffled by her hand cupped over her mouth to help cut out the noise of the mayhem around her. Minho had in fact made heads roll, beating the orange haired Angel to a pulp while his minions threatened any of the members who tried to step in and help the poor boy. Minho might have taken it too far, Seulgi wasn’t even sure what the boy’s condition was once Minho was done with him, but the second he turned around and tried to walk back to his bike was when the members of Hell’s Angels finally jumped in. With knives and guns no longer pointed in their direction they weren’t going to let Minho get away without trying to take a stand and that's when mayhem ensued.

“Jungkook’s house, is Minho looking for me?” You’re standing now, stepping into your skirt and your shoes and following Jungkook out of his room.

“He thinks you’re with me.” She’s currently deep in the outskirts of the meetup, by all the shrubs and trees trying her best to remain unseen. Once a full on brawl let loose it was only a matter of time before other clubs jumped in. Considering the two of you stuck together during these meets, Seulgi knew if she followed behind her club Minho would know you were gone so she went against her own rules and hid out to keep you safe.

She wasn’t sure what was going on anymore, a few clubs had rode out the second the violence was overstepped and all she could see from her spot was a glowing light of what she could only assume was a bike set ablaze.

“I need to approach him before he comes looking for you or it’s gonna get ugly, I’m sending you an address to a warehouse the Vagos use.” It’s the first place Seulgi can think of, the location just close enough to the meet for Minho to believe she was able to drop you off and come back. “I swear to god Y/N you better haul ass there because if Minho gets there before you, it’s both of our asses on the line.”

The call gets cut off immediately, your phone buzzing in your hand as she sends the location, a skew of numbers that your brain can’t unscramble but luckily Jungkook spots the text over your shoulder and doesn’t need to be told twice before he’s leading you out of his house. He knew exactly what warehouse it was, deep in Vagos territory, used as a cover up for arms dealing.

On a normal day you wouldn’t be caught dead riding on his bike through these streets but considering it was a meet day you knew the rules would be more lax, add the brawl and mayhem that just went down and you’re confident in knowing they’ll have other priorities more important than focusing on you riding behind a Six.

“Fuck, I’m dead,” you mumble, letting Jungkook guide you onto the bike, eyes focused on the pavement of his driveway as he slid the helmet over your head, gently clasping it under your chin and tapping the top of it in an effort to make you smile.

“You’re gonna be fine baby,” he reassures you, swinging a leg over to straddle the bike and turning it on. Jungkook lets out a small breath as he clasps your shaky hands, wrapping them tightly around his waist until you’re secured. “Just hold on okay?”

Your grip only tightens as he accelerates the bike, taking off onto the road, the loud rumble of the motor piercing through the air as the wind slices against you. The scenery blurs around you as he speeds through the streets, not even realizing when he had gotten onto the highway, the determination of getting you to the warehouse before Minho making him push his bike even further.

Jungkook has never been more thankful for driving through this shitty part of town, the minimal cars allowing him to cut corners with ease, coming to a halt a few feet away from the warehouse Seulgi had sent you to in record time.

“Okay, it's up there.” Jungkook can feel your hands tighten around him despite the bike being at a stand still, your fear keeping you rooted in place. It's not until his own hands come up to rest over yours that you finally uncurl your fingers and loosen your grip. “You have to go baby, I’ll see you soon okay?”

With great hesitation you unwrap your arms from his waist, undoing the straps from the helmet and handing it to him as you slide off the back of his Vulcan. He tries his best to keep a smile on his face when he eyes your nervous form, how your hands tug at your skirt while you stand beside him, the gentle way you place your palm on his shoulder as you lean in for a quick kiss, repeating the same words once you pull back. “I’ll see you soon Guk.”

Jungkook’s hands tighten around the throttle as you utter the words, his lips tingling from the simple kiss but the sour taste remains on his tongue at the small possibility that he won’t be seeing you soon if Minho has figured you out. Hes going to get you out of there, regardless of how messy it would get, he had promised you an out and he was going to do it.

It takes self restraint to not haul you back onto his bike and take off, leaving this whole thing behind and starting anew but Jungkook knows it can’t play out like that. He had to be smart, be fifty steps ahead of Minho and his explosive mentality. If he acted on pure instinct it wouldn’t just be you and him on the line but Deep Six as a whole as well.

Jungkook can feel his resolve cracking so he’s grateful when you turn around and make your way towards the building, the growing space making his mind settle. Your feet urge you to speed up until you’re nearly sprinting as you reach the gate, inputting the code Seulgi gave you and stepping inside, relieved that you weren’t instantly greeted by your psycho boyfriend’s voice.

Jungkook’s Vulcan cuts through the silence as he revs the engine, antsy fingers clutching his throttle, not relaxing until you’re safe. He only takes off the second you step inside, not wanting to test his luck anymore tonight, if Minho saw him lingering around he wouldn’t be as quick to shrug it off, and being caught in a fight on Vago territory was not something he wanted to add to the list of chaos today.

You hear the rumble of his bike fade away as he makes his way back home, the pounding in your chest only calming down when you know he’s far enough to avoid suspicion if a Cobra spotted him.

A small sigh leaves your mouth in a cloud as your breath meets the cold air, leaning your back against the exterior wall of the warehouse, refusing to step inside, not wanting to see whatever skeletons the Vagos had buried in here. Your hands continue to shake at your sides while you wait, fingers trembling as you text Seulgi to notify her that you were at the warehouse, hitting send just as another engine fills the air.

This time it’s Minho who rides through the open gate, eyes roaming the open lot until he spots you pressed against the side of the building, hidden in the shadows. The glow your phone casts onto your face dims out as you lock the device and stand up straight, taking a cautious step towards him, still unaware of where you stood on his hit list.

“When did you leave?” His voice drawls out in that lazy way that shows he didn’t really care, shoes crunching the rocks in his path as he gets off his bike and gets closer to you, lit cigarette hanging off his lips. His face looks skeptical, eyes slightly narrowed as he observes you, wanting to catch anything you do or say that could reveal any lies you might be telling. Minho was suspicious and paranoid by nature, it was the main reason he was so quick to start fights so you know to pick your words wisely to avoid digging yourself deeper.

“Once it became too violent.” Your voice is meek, the genuine fear of being caught in a lie making your voice shake, but Minho contributes it to the scene that he thinks you just witnessed happened at the meet. It makes his face light up as he recalls it, your ass successfully saved now that he can only think of himself, stretching his sore fingers out that ached from the constant punches thrown.

“Did you see the way the Deep Six fuckers bolted out of there? Like a swarm of rats, fucking pussies.” He pulls the cigarette away from his lips as he laughs, eyes staring off into the distance as a genuine smile spreads on his face, the pride he felt after successfully beating people into submission evident.

It disgusts you, your lips pulling together to prevent your distaste from spilling out, spewing just how you feel out into the open but you bite your tongue. Minho must be expecting a response, at your silence he cocks an eyebrow and glances down at you, his frame towers over you, only making you feel smaller as his eyes harden. His cheeks hollow out as he takes a practiced puff, cherry lighting up as he inhales, smoke snaking out of his lips and into his nostrils as he glowers down at you, blowing the excess directly into your face.

“What’s got you so tight lipped?” he ponders, a large ringed hand coming up to cup your cheek, cold eyes looking over your features. Your head is stiff in his grasp, jaw tensing up when he tilts it slightly, exposing the stupid hickey Jungkook gave you earlier in the night.

You avert your eyes when he spots it, heart dropping in your chest as you expect whatever explosive response he’s going to have. It's almost impossible for your mind to not think about how this could go down, an argument with him in an empty lot while he had adrenaline still coursing through his veins only made your stomach twist.

Instead, Minho simply laughs, releasing your cheek as he prods at the blossomed bruise, ignoring your wince of pain. “Wow, didn’t realize I marked you up so good earlier.”

Your heart resumes its normal rhythm at his ignorance, assuming the sloppy sucks and kisses he had done hours prior were the sole cause of the hickey Jungkook was fully responsible for. You couldn’t let him talk further on it, scared he’d put the pieces together and realize there was no way he did that to you so you guide the conversation back to him.

“You know I get shaken up when you pull things like this, Minho.”

He scoffs now, eyes rolling as he stares down at you, always hating when you’d attempt to kill his mood. This was a call for celebration dammit, getting the Angels to give up some of their territory in return for attempting to sling on Cobra grounds was a win for him. So what if he had to use his fists and make someone a little bloody to get his way, you weren’t going to bring him down.

“Lighten up sweetheart, Seulgi told me you got out of there before the worst happened.” He tosses the butt of his smoke down onto the floor, crushing it with the heel of his shoe.

His dismissive tone irks you, crossing your arms under your chest as you narrow your eyes at him, needing to keep up your demeanor, grasping at straws to come up with phrases to solidify your alibi.

“So you prefer me walking through this part of town alone in order for you to kick some teeth in?” Your words have the right affect on him, he knew this was Vagos territory and although the clubs ran together their loyalty lies within each other, you were essentially free reign if you ever stepped foot here without him or Seulgi at your side. It wasn’t just them you had to be wary of though, all it would take would be a member of a smaller neighboring gang to spot you walking on this side of town with a Cobra jacket for them to decide to make a statement at your expense.

It was as if you had a big fat target on you, a giant illuminated sign with an arrow pointed right at you, free for their taking. Minho knew this, it was the main reason he never let you stray too far onto unfamiliar territory, why he preferred to have you right by his side unless you were doing runs for the Cobras on neutral grounds.

But something about your statement didn’t settle into his mind right and after a few moments it clicks. How could you tell him you walked here alone when Seulgi had said she drove you here herself, allowing you into the warehouse before returning to her club.

You’re lying.

To what extent, he’s not entirely sure, but he doesn’t allow you to see it. A simple shrug is all he gives you, the act of nonchalance sent your way as he walks back and straddles his bike, needing to get out of here before his anger made him act irrationally. Knowing better than to push his buttons you follow him instantly.

“Maybe next time you’ll stick around and watch the show then.” He watches your reaction intently, looking for any twitch of your face or fidget of your hands but you’ve got your best poker face on, only nodding despite wanting to scream every curse word and secret into his face.

You could never do that, all it takes is one look for him to keep you pliant and submissive. His cold eyes pierce through you, commanding you to hop onto the back, and like clockwork you do as he asks. As you settle on the seat, your small hands wrapping around his waist, he feels like his skin burns at your touch, the anger in his gut growing from catching you in a tiny lie.

Minho liked to think he wasn’t stupid, he was the leader of the Cobras for a reason, so he knew that behind that white lie were layers of secrets he was dying to peel back. His jaw tenses as he revs the engine once, chuckling at the way your hands grip him tighter in shock, fingers digging into him as he takes off, mind already whirring at following your trail of lies.

The switch in his trust comes instantly, so fast it gives you whiplash, leaves you standing there in shock as you wait to see if he’s joking when he tells you you’re not allowed to leave the clubhouse without someone by your side. It trickles into him confiscating your phone, desperate to catch a stray text or forbidden phone call that would catch you in your lies, but Jungkook knows better than to text you unannounced.

The only silver lining to this all is getting a much needed break from Minho, no longer having to go home with him on the nights he had business to attend to. With his added paranoia he’s basically shackled you to the clubhouse, forcing the hangouts for the Cobras to babysit you and ensure you wouldn’t wander off in the middle of the night. He had no faith that you wouldn’t up and leave if you were left alone.

He never explicitly told you he suspected you of lying to him, making up some bullshit about wanting to keep you safe after hearing news of a neighboring gang causing more mayhem than the Cobras did, but you sensed the truth. The guilt you felt kept you from questioning him, from fighting back and digging yourself deeper into the grave you knew you were sinking into.

Choosing to bear through it in silence, desperate to contact Jungkook but you know you need to be cautious, play your cards right in order for it to not blow up in your face. You had faith in Jungkook, trusting him when he said he’d get you out of here despite it all, hoping he was thinking of ways to do so as you lay on the lone bed in one of the extra rooms in the clubhouse, feeling like a grounded teenager.

The sound of chatter can be heard through the closed door, the hangouts put on warden duty awake and lounging in the main room, their laughter flowing through the crack under the door.

Considering the spare rooms in this clubhouse are only meant for members too drunk to ride home at night they’re not the most inviting, a cheap bed frame and plain sheets are the only things provided to make it decent enough. It’s a stark contrast from the spare rooms at Deep Six’s clubhouse, made to feel like actual bedrooms instead of run down sheds.

The longer you lay here the dirtier you feel, hauling yourself up and choosing to exit the room altogether. Your nerves are settled with the fact that no actual members of the Cobras are within these walls now, just hangouts that are too scared to take any wrong step and lose their rank to treat you unfairly. Having been in your shackles for a few weeks now you’d grown familiar with them, comfortable enough to know which ones you could talk to in order to pass the time.

The sounds of whatever television show is playing fills the main room, the blue light of the large television mixing with the warm glow of the light of the kitchen area a few feet away. One familiar tall figure stands there with his back facing you, hunched over as he makes himself a late night snack, the other two sit on the couch, eyeing you as you walk past them.

With a small wave in their direction they avert their eyes and go back to watching their show, no longer interested in where you were going since you didn’t look like you were dressed to bolt out of here. You weren’t stupid enough to think that if you actually tried to run right now they weren’t instructed to do whatever it took to keep you here.

Instead of heading for the main door like you desperately craved, you turn and approach the kitchen area, sneaking up on the man slicing his sandwich diagonally in half.

“Can I have one?”

The man gasps as he clutches the handle of the knife, nearly dropping it in shock at the close proximity of your voice, coming from his left as you settle beside him. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Don’t tell me you can actually sleep on those cardboard mattresses?”

He takes good care in putting the knife away in a spot you can’t reach, splitting his sandwich in half and handing you the smaller side with a grin that showcases the dimples in his cheeks. “When you’re used to sleeping on the dirt, cardboard feels like heaven Y/N.”

You take the sad looking sandwich from him with a shrug, fingers squishing the untoasted bread before bringing it to your mouth for a bite, the first actual meal you’ve had all day since you pulled a hunger strike whenever Minho tried to feed you.

“You need to start toasting your bread Soobin.” It sticks to the roof of your mouth uncomfortably, tongue smacking against it to get it off as you chew but he just laughs, taking a massive bite with ease.

“Why don’t you make your own sandwiches then?” he retorts, grabbing a water from the fridge to hand to you before walking towards the large table a few feet away.

“Did you forget the unspoken rule that I’m not allowed to be around the knives?” It’s not a rule Minho had told you himself but considering you had tried to use a knife days prior only to have it yanked out of your grasp, plus the way he had just made sure to keep the knife far away from you, it spelled it out for you.

Soobin pretends he doesn’t hear you, acting like he was invested in the mumble that droned from the television. You don’t bother repeating yourself, knowing it was pointless to try to get under his skin for your benefit, instead you settle into the chair across from him, eating the sandwich in peace as you eye the clock hung on the wall behind him.

It states the time being 1:27 in the morning and as you stare at the ticking hands you can’t help but wonder what Jungkook was doing right this second. Was he cradling his phone hoping you’d text him? Maybe he was sat awake thinking of a plan of escape, better yet maybe he was on his way here now, ready to bust you out of here–

“So, what did you do?” Soobin’s whispered question pulls you out of your fantasy, eyes drifting down from the clock to meet his curious ones. He looks like he’s nervous for even asking, head lowered and inched closer to you to prevent the others from listening.

“What?”

“You know,” he waves his hand around, “you must have done something for them to put you on lockdown like this.” Soobin is new to the club but he isn’t dumb, it doesn’t take much guessing to come to the conclusion that for you to have a herd of people watching your every move, not being allowed to use a knife, you must have done something disgraceful in order to get this treatment despite being the leader’s girlfriend.

“I’ll tell you if you tell me something first.” His eyes narrow at your proposition, his childish need for wanting gossip outweighing anything else as he nods in agreement. “Why are you here? No bullshit, the truth.”

You had known him for two months, having seen him around a little bit prior to you being put on lockdown, but ever since being forced to be in close proximity to him you couldn’t fathom how a boy like Soobin found himself tangled around Cobras.

He hesitates for a second, eyes looking over to the other boys on the couch but when he notices they’re too engrossed in their own conversation he looks back at you with a sigh.

“My family.” That gets your attention, resting your chin on your palm as you stare at him, needing him to elaborate further and he does. “My mom’s really sick, she has been for a while and you know how it goes, the bills don’t really wait for anyone and before we knew it we lost everything.”

His voice is quiet now, almost like he’s scared to admit the reason why he’s here isn’t because he’s some violence craving fiend. “It’s just us and my sister and part time jobs weren’t cutting it anymore so meeting Minho was kind of a blessing.”

You snort at that, the thought of meeting Minho being considered a blessing sounding like an absolute joke, but in his case it was the unfortunate truth. “You know you get nothing as a hangout right?”

Soobin knows this, lips pursed together as he nods in understanding, fully aware that the little he has done now had left him with absolutely nothing to show for but he was patient. “If I play my cards right it’ll be worth it.”

All he had to do was prove his worth, show how loyal he was. If he managed to gain Minho’s trust he would be golden, ranked higher and in turn getting cuts of whatever profit was made. As you look at Soobin now, it's hard to picture him getting involved in any of it. You could only hope he’d stick to the gambling rings the Cobras had spread out, not wanting to picture him dealing with weapons and drugs, or the more vile side of things that you didn’t even want to think about.

“I’ll pocket the money and it’ll all go to my mom and sister.” His words make him sound so sure of himself. It's almost like he can see the future splayed out in front of him, see it all so vividly it leaves you wanting to ask him what he saw happening to you.

“Well, you better make sure you keep a close eye on me or that plan’s gonna go to shit.” Is the bitter response you throw his way, the chair scraping the floor as you stand up from your spot, ready to leave.

“Wait, you didn’t tell me what you did.”

With both palms pressed onto the table you sigh in defeat, looking down at his seated frame with tired eyes. “I didn’t do anything Soobin. Goodnight.”

Even though his mind tells him not to believe you, convinced that you must be lying to him to conceal the true atrocities you did, his gut tells him to trust you. It’s that same gut feeling that serves as your blessing in disguise, maybe it was coincidental or maybe Minho just blindly trusted Soobin. But after another week of the hangouts being put on warden duty Soobin is chosen as head babysitter.

It worked for you though, you were able to tolerate him more than the others and you can tell he trusted you by the way he wasn’t quick to keep a hand tucked in his back pocket when you walked too fast. You’d like to think Soobin wouldn’t have the balls to shoot you if ordered to, and that same faith is what sparks the brilliant idea in your head.

Approaching Minho as he lingers outside of the clubhouse with a handful of members around him fills your stomach with nerves. You’ve dealt with his personality for years, knowing just the right way to talk to him to get what you want in some form or another but the closer you get to him the more you feel like you’ll throw up. Gone were the days where you could butter him up with a sweet smile, convincing him to allow you to slip away for brief moments. It was a small taste of freedom that you took for granted, knowing you could no longer ask him for something as simple as going to the store before setting him off.

Before he can spot you approaching you lose your confidence, swiftly turning around and heading back inside. You don’t get very far, colliding into a solid form and stumbling back, hands grabbing your shoulders to keep you steady.

“Woah, where are you going?”

Soobin’s voice meets your ears and you furrow your brows in annoyance. “Jesus, do you have to follow me around like a lost puppy?”

He takes no offence to your words and just laughs, smiling down at you as he releases your shoulders and shrugs. “I mean, it’s sort of my job now.”

“Right.” He takes note of the sour look on your face as you side step him, arms crossed over your chest as you continue down your path. His conscience doesn’t allow him to let you go far, knowing your mood hadn’t gone down just because he was behind you.

“Wait, what’s wrong?” His long legs catch up to you in no time, stopping you once more a few feet away from the door, a genuine look of concern on his face and as you spot it you know you can use it in your favor.

“Sorry,” you sigh, softening your features as you look up at him once more. “I just haven’t been able to go to the store recently to get stuff I need, and it’s that time of the month, and I’ve been craving this snack I always get so I’m a little irritable.”

Soobin can only nod in understanding, eyes wide as he tries to pretend like he’s not affected by the information you just told him. Of course you weren’t actually on your period but you were going to use the stereotypical mood swings to your advantage.

“Oh, I can go get them for you if you want?”

It almost hurts you to know you’re using his sympathy to manipulate him but you have to think of the bigger picture here. “Really?” Your eyes are hopeful when he nods, a genuine smile on his face as he does so. “Okay, it's pretty hard to find but they sell it at this store on the corner of 41st and Cypress.”

He looks a little wary now, not because of the store's location but because he knew if he somehow managed to bring back the wrong thing he’d only upset you further. The last thing he needed was for you to yell at him over candy, that’d be an embarrassing way to get knocked down a few ranks.

“You know what, why don’t you come with me to make sure I get the right ones.” Those words are your ticket and you’re hoping your eyes don’t reveal your true intentions as he utters them. “Here, put in the address and I’ll go tell Minho we’re gonna do a quick run.”

As he pulls out his phone you swear there’s a golden glow surrounding it, an angelic symphony playing out as you grab the device between your fingers, no longer paying him any attention as he turns back to notify Minho. It feels odd to hold a phone after weeks of not using yours but the second he’s gone you act fast, opening up a new message and typing in Jungkook’s number by memory.

unknown 5:39pm : it’s Y/N, meet me at the bodega on 41st in 20 minutes. don’t text back.

After hitting send and seeing it was marked as delivered, you delete the message entirely, going onto his maps and entering the address just as he comes back, a pair of keys in his hands from a bike Minho had allowed him to use. It irks you initially, recognizing the keys to belong to the bike that was typically reserved for you to ride but considering those privileges had been revoked you could only bite your tongue.

“Minho said this bike is your favorite.” Soobin twirls the key around his fingers, not catching the way you glare at them as they spin around. Of course Minho would say that, and as you take a glance in his direction you spot him already staring at you, a cold look in his eyes as he mouths out a phrase you recognize too well.

Behave.

“Yeah, it is.” You reply after forcing yourself to look away from his dead eyed look, giving Soobin a cheerful smile as you both approach the bike in question. It was parked between all the others, nestled in the sides from not being used recently but he’s able to pull it out with ease.

“He didn’t say anything?” Your question is quiet as he walks the bike out, handing you the helmet hooked onto the handle. It’s dusty and scratched up but it’s familiar so you strap it on with a small breath of relief.

Soobin wasn’t going to tell you that he said to watch you like a hawk, how he had threatened him that any funny business happening would have his head on the chopping block. He hoped he could trust you, and as he settles onto the bike and waits for you to slide behind him before turning it on, he’s only able to mumble out a ‘nope’ before taking off.

You're grateful the ride is bumpy, able to conceal the nervous jitters in your body with every crack on the road, choosing to keep quiet while he observes the directions from the phone perched between the handlebars. Soobin wasn’t too familiar with the area but he knew where the borders of Cobra territory were, having passed them a minute ago, entering what was considered neutral area in a small radius before entering Deep Six grounds.

As he navigates through the empty streets you don’t spot other riders nearby, the two of you sticking out like sore thumbs as you make your way uptown. The small hope you had to see Jungkook dims down when the bodega comes into view and you don’t spot his black Vulcan perched outside in it’s usual spot.

“Damn, you really come all the way out here for some candy?” Soobin jokes as he turns the bike off, pushing out the kickstand before sliding off his own helmet.

“Yeah, it’s the best.” You’re distracted as you get off the bike, unclasping your helmet as you look around, hoping to see him hidden in the outskirts somewhere but he’s nowhere to be found.

“C’mon.” Soobin stands at the door now, the light jingling of the bells grabbing your attention as he holds it open for you. With a final look you hang the helmet off the side and reluctantly step into the shop behind him. He’s none the wiser as he makes a beeline towards the candy aisle, determined to know exactly what snack was the one that would push you over the edge if you couldn’t find it.

He stands in the middle of the aisle with his hands on his hips, browsing the assortment of candy until he finds the one he personally likes. When you reach for the pack of sour straws he laughs with a teasing smile on his face. “Really, sour straws? You know they sell these at the convenience store a few blocks away right?”

The door bells jingle as someone steps into the shop and you can’t stop yourself from turning around to spot who it is, disappointment evident on your features when it's just a random man buying cigarettes. Soobin eyes you carefully now, standing straighter as he watches the way your hands fidget as you hold the candy, lips pursed together as you try to get your nerves to settle.

“This flavor’s hard to come by.” You stick to your lie as you look back at him, grabbing another pack of them for good measure before walking passed him to reach the refrigerated section. He’s not going to fight you on it, having grown up around just women he knows better than to try to tell you otherwise when you had already stated you were irritable.

Soobin, being as gullible as he is, just follows you through the store as you kill time, grabbing the case of beer along with your candy before going up to the counter to pay. Your heart starts to race at how quick this was going, you were used to going on these runs alone, able to roam the aisles for as long as you wanted without someone tapping at their watch for you to hurry up.

“Did you want something else?” He wonders when you don’t move from your spot beside the beers, his brows are furrowed on his forehead but when the sound of another bike fills the air and your face looks relieved, it suddenly falls into place for him.

Soobin frowns as he approaches the glass doors, peering out of them and seeing Jungkook perched on top of his black Vulcan, parked right beside your bike. He’s not well versed on the neighboring gangs and couldn’t pinpoint someone by their face alone but the massive tombstone patch Jungkook has sewn onto his arms is telling enough.

As he turns to face you, seeing the guilt written all over your face, he feels completely betrayed. “You lied to me.”

“Soobin no–“

“Dragging me here to meet with a fucking Six? Really Y/N, do you want me to get my head chopped off?” He sounds more panicked than angry, already picturing getting kicked off the low rank he had just gotten to, Minho’s threats ringing in his ears in a pitch so high it makes his head hurt. What was he supposed to do now, haul you out of there kicking and screaming?

Jungkook stays perched on his bike, staring at his phone in thought, he recognized your bike instantly as he pulled up. His instinct wants him to storm into the store just to see you but he knows you weren’t alone inside the shop. There had to be a way to enter without causing a scene, act nonchalant and just hope that whoever you were with wasn’t hellbent on serving his head on a silver platter.

“That’s not going to happen as long as you don’t tell Minho, please just give me five minutes.” You plead with Soobin, you just had to tell Jungkook you were okay, needing to see his face after weeks of being put on lockdown, missing the carefree atmosphere that came with being around him.

“Are you cheating on Minho?” He asks in a whisper, face contorted in confusion when you roll your lips together, not being able to even imagine that being a possibility despite the way you’ve been treated the past month and a half. “Why?”

The frustration is evident in your features at his question, angry tears welling up at having to confess your lies to someone new, the guilt eating away at you once more. “Do you really have to ask me why? It’s not a secret that he’s a piece of shit, Soobin. Look at how he treats me, he has me on a leash and you’re helping him!”

Your words have the right effect on him, lips turning down into a frown when he understands how true your statement is, how he’s been following you around like a lost puppy, obeying orders to watch you like a hawk as if you weren’t a human being.

Jungkook hops off his bike now, slowly approaching the entrance with caution when he notices Soobin standing guard at the door, there's a brief moment when he wonders if this was a setup when he doesn’t instantly spot you through the doors. His eyes follow the hand that’s clutched onto the door handle, reaching the baby patch on his arm that showcases his rank as a hangout for the Cobras and it calms his suspicions instantly.

As he looks to the right and spots you a few feet away his excitement is short-lived when he sees the slight panic on your face. For all he knew the hangout was just as unhinged as Minho, that mentality is what prevents him from yanking the door open and going in guns blazing.

Your heart flutters when you realize he’s here, seeing him standing behind Soobin with only the door blocking you from each other. He was too close for this to all go down the drain, your mind spinning to think of what to say for Soobin to allow you to see him, to promise you he wouldn’t rat on you the minute you got back to the club house.

“I’m gonna get out of this Soobin, the Cobras are horrible and you know this, help me and I’ll take you with me. Please.”

The idea seems impossible when you speak it out in the open, a life without the Cobras was like a far fetched reality. It was bold of you to think you’d be able to get away, the statistics of previous Cobra members who attempted to leave to start a new life was non-existent. Soobin knows this, the way the promise of loyalty for life was pounded into his head prevented him from even thinking of leaving but, there's so much hope in your voice, eyes pleading with him to agree with you.

“Minho’s not going to help you take care of your mom and sister, he just cares about himself Soobin. Listen to me, please.”

He can’t find it in himself to jump at your offer, the fear wound too tightly around his spine to make such an impulsive decision but as he turns his head and spots Jungkook a few feet away he just sighs in defeat, hands falling limp by his side as he drops the metaphorical leash he held.

“I’m gonna take a quick phone call outside.” It’s as good as he can do right now but you’ll take it. When you nod, slightly in disbelief, he’s pushing the door open, refusing to make eye contact with Jungkook as he sidesteps him and walks out of the small store.

As Jungkook assesses the situation and figures out that Soobin isn’t a direct threat he doesn’t waste any time opening the door and stepping in, waving at the cashier who was familiar with Deep Six members. She takes the hint and steps into the backroom, letting you have a moment alone.

“Jungkook,” you can barely speak before he’s closing the distance between you and wrapping you in an embrace, arms scooped around you so tightly it pushes the air out of you.

“Fuck I missed you, are you okay?” His voice is shaky as he whispers into your ear, hands gripping your shoulders as he pulls away, face still lowered to look directly into your eyes. You can tell he’s giving you a once over, making sure you aren’t visibly hurt. Being put in the dark for weeks made his mind go wild on whether or not Minho had put you through the ringer.

Looking at him quiets every alarm in your head, dulling them down to a serene silence now that he’s here in front of you. In the weeks apart his hair had grown longer, the tips curling by his cheekbones, messed up from the wind due to the speed you know he must have been driving. His wide eyes still hold the same love and adoration they always did as he stares at you, the worn out leather of his jacket making you wish you were back to before, having it draped over your shoulders like a safety blanket.

“I’m okay.”

He barely believes you, brows pinching together as he cups your face, the familiar chill of his rings on your skin making you smile. Jungkook looks past it though, knowing there was so much you weren’t telling him. “Then what's his deal?” His head motions to the side, letting you know he's talking about Soobin, his tongue fiddling with his lip ring in that nervous habit he did.

“Minho’s paranoid, I don’t know what I said or did that flipped a switch for him but Soobin’s harmless, he’s just a kid.” It’s the only information you give him, not wanting to worry him further with the knowledge that you were essentially confined to the clubhouse only.

Jungkook just stares at you, knowing that you’re being sincere but he can’t allow himself to believe that the boy in the Cobra patch is as innocent as you say he is, because at the end of the day he chose to join the gang he wore on his shoulders. He doesn’t know Soobin as well as you do, not knowing his intentions with joining the gang were purely financial.

“How do we know he’s not gonna throw you under the bus for this?”

“I trust him.” You hope your words are true, the small inkling of fear that he’d turn his back on you to prove his loyalty clawing at your mind. Your answer doesn’t satisfy Jungkook but before he can speak the door jingles again, Soobin stepping into the shop with a stone cold expression, still refusing to look Jungkook in the face.

“Y/N, we have to go.” He doesn’t elaborate but you know Minho must have called him, the two of you gone for far too long to not raise suspicion. His words are like ice water dumped over you, snapping you back into reality in an instant.

“Wait, no.” Jungkook is quick to protest, grabbing your hands to prevent you from leaving, standing tall in between you and Soobin to stop him from taking you. It was his own fault the time spent together was minimal, not having seen your text until twenty minutes had passed, having to haul ass over here in a desperate attempt to see you after weeks of radio silence. He couldn’t allow you to slip between his fingers again. “Come with me, I’ve talked to Seokjin and he’s willing to do what it takes to get you out of this.”

You can feel Soobin’s gaze staring you down, pleading you not to leave for his own safety, knowing if he returned to the clubhouse without you by his side Minho wouldn’t even bother asking questions before his rage took over.

“I can’t, not like this.” Jungkook doesn’t need you to explain why, seeing the way you look up at the younger boy is explanation enough and he doesn’t try to change your mind, knowing that your stubborn and caring mentality wouldn’t allow your mind to be swayed at the direct expense of someone else.

“Was that his number?” he asks you, missing the way Soobin looks absolutely shocked at the fact that you had used his phone to contact a member of Deep Six. When you nod Jungkook turns to look at him once more. “If you know what’s best for you, the next time I text you with a message for her you better tell her.”

Soobin can only utter a weak ‘okay’, his nerves already on edge from Minho’s threat, the last thing he needed was to be on a neighboring gang’s hit list and even though this went entirely against the rule of loyalty, it was obvious that he really didn’t have a choice.

Jungkook accepts the shaky nod in agreement, grabbing the items off the counter and thrusting them into Soobin’s arms in a less than gentle manner. “I’ll pay for it, get out of here.”

The hangout wastes no time exiting the store, stuffing the snacks and drinks into the saddlebags on the bike while Jungkook turns to you again. “Next month, I promise.”

It’s a simple promise but you know he means it, by the time the next meet rolled around he’d have a plan for you and it’s enough for you to breathe again. You could handle a few more weeks of torture if it came with a countdown to freedom.

“Next month.” You repeat in a whisper, eyes falling shut when he bends forward to kiss you, the soft feeling of his cherry sweet lips and cool metal of his lip ring felt on yours being short lived as you pull away, knowing Minho’s temper was already being tested enough.

Jungkook allows you to slip out of his grasp for a second time, the desire to put Minho in his place making his jaw tense as he feels the anger stirring in his gut. His gaze lingers on you as you approach Soobin with a sorrowful expression, the younger boy not saying anything to you as he just waits for you to strap your helmet on and settle in behind him.

It feels like you’re taking your last ride as you grip onto his jacket, the initial trust you had that he wouldn’t rat you out withering away the further you got. Believing Soobin held more loyalty for you than for the patch he wore was a mistake, the instant regret you feel weighs heavy on your chest as you realize that you might have just set yourself up.

That same regret turns into fear when you pull back into the lot of the clubhouse, spotting Minho instantly, still surrounded by fellow members all chatting about who knows what. At the sound of the engine he turns and faces you, the slight flash of relief on his features when he sees you no longer concealed thanks to the alcohol he had consumed.

If Soobin sold you out now there’d be an audience to witness it all, you could only hope he had an ounce of empathy for you to not do this to you now.

Reluctantly, your fingers uncurl from their tense position clutching his jacket, slowly sliding off the bike and unclasping your helmet. You can barely look at Soobin as he does the same, occupying yourself with unloading the saddle bags and attempting to get as far away from him by taking the items inside.

He’s too quick though, long legs allowing him to keep up with you as you shove the beers into the fridge and attempt to make a beeline towards the spare room you had grown to call home. Before you’re even able to sneak between him and the counter his palm is slapping against the wood, a slight wince on his face from the sound he hadn’t intended.

“No way, we need to talk.” His eyes look conflicted as he stares at you, almost like he’s begging you to convince him not to throw you under, desperately wanting to side with you instead of following the stupid rule about blind loyalty.

“We can’t right now, Soobin.” Your voice is quiet, your gaze lingering behind him when you spot other members wandering around, not wanting anything you said to be heard by curious ears.

Luckily he understands, his palm sliding from the countertop as he steps back, lips pursed out in thought. “Tonight then.”

Even as your palms grow clammy at the thought of laying everything out in the open you know it’s not a question, something you can’t say no to, so you simply nod, your lungs finally working once more as he backs off and walks away as if he didn’t have your dirtiest secret tucked away in his arsenal.

As you rest against the counter, the small sense of security of finally being alone wears off too soon, it leaves you hunched over with your fists clenched so tightly your nails are leaving indents on your palms. Every small sound has you on edge, worried that Soobin caved, notified Minho of your antics and he was coming to drag you out to make a lesson out of you.

It’s those same nerves that have you exiting the clubhouse once more with a fake smile plastered on your face, fighting every signal in your body that screams at you to keep your distance as you approach Minho with a cold can of beer in your hand, a peace treaty of sorts.

Your need to get ahead of Soobin in case he chose to rat you out outweighed your distaste for your boyfriend, greeting him with an uncharacteristic kiss to his cheek. Luckily he’s too enveloped in the conversation at hand to find it suspicious, choosing to sling his arm around you and keep you close in that possessive way he always did.

Soobin can’t even get himself to watch from his spot as he and the other hangouts finish wiping off the member’s bikes, his own head spinning as he wonders just how he managed to find himself in the middle of all of this. Maybe he was in way over his head when he decided to join the Cobras.

The saving grace comes a few hours later in the form of Minho telling you they have important business to handle with the Vagos, his loud voice ordering all the members to ride out. A muffled sound of shock escapes you when his hands grasp your cheeks, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss goodbye. “I’ll see you tomorrow–“ familiar code that let you know you’d be spending yet another night in that depressing ass room, “behave.”

“Okay,” you whisper out, forcing a smile when he pulls away and grins at you, his eyes looking behind you and directly at Soobin, the younger boy already approaching you two.

“You’ll tag along to the next one alright, I like you.” Minho praises him, chuckling when Soobin nods enthusiastically. “You know what to do.” He doesn’t give you two another glance as he turns around and walks towards his bike, Cobra patch on display on his back as he hops on and starts to lead the rest of the members downtown into Vago territory.

The rumble of the bikes sounds deafening, slowly fading into a dull hum as they ride off, the floor no longer vibrating as you sigh in relief. Soobin is relaxing right beside you, the release of the tension he had built up from keeping these secrets shoved so far down his throat left him wanting to throw up.

“Look, I don’t mean to be an asshole but, I kind of need you to tell me everything before I throw up from keeping this secret,” he mumbles out, a queasy look on his face as he stares at you with nervous eyes.

The only plus side to Soobin being your glorified babysitter was that with the added trust Minho had in him came the fact that the other hangouts would no longer be around to eavesdrop on your conversation. It leaves you feeling vulnerable, to have to bare everything out in the open for Soobin to judge you, but you know it needs to be done. A few minutes of losing your dignity would be worth it if the outcome wasn’t you being burned at the stake.

“Fine, I need some alcohol in my system first though.”

Two shots of tequila later you feel ready to tell him anything he wants to know, sat around the club table, too scared to place your hands on the engraved surface in fear that the carved cobra would strike you for your betrayal. The fangs of the serpent taunt you, filling you with wariness that leaves a cold chill down your spine.

“I just–how did you get involved with a Six?” He whispers the last part despite the two of you being alone in the clubhouse, “I may not know much about the rivalry but I can’t even imagine how you were able to be around him often enough to even start anything with him.”

Soobin’s gears were turning in his head, wondering if maybe you and Jungkook’s relationship went beyond the gang, old romance sparking before either of you joined but that didn’t make sense.

You can’t look away from the cobra as you smile solemnly, knowing you’ll have to go back to the very beginning. “You know, I wouldn’t have met Jungkook if it wasn’t for Minho.”

It doesn’t seem possible for that statement to be true but it was, not intentionally of course, just a string of events that ended up getting knotted with Jungkook’s by chance. You explain all of this to Soobin, the day still fresh in your mind as if it had just happened.

At the time you had been upset that Minho had forced you to come with him on this trip, not sure why you had to tag along with him and a handful of high ranked Cobras up north. He had told you he wanted you there for moral support, excited at the fact that the Cobra’s would be attempting to expand their club up state. You knew the truth though, Minho needed an emotional punching bag around in case the deal went sour, the loss of potential power needing to be released in bursts of rage aimed at you.

Having the deal go in his favor was the best case scenario for you, being able to handle Minho when he was in a positive mood. In a haste to celebrate what this meant for the club’s future, he pulled into the first store he could find on neutral grounds, desperate to load up on booze before reaching home, not caring just how close it edged along Deep Six territory.

It’s not until he parked his bike alongside the other member’s and was about to get off that he heard the rumble of another bike, Jungkook’s now familiar bike down the street coming into view seconds later.

Minho didn’t trust himself as he spotted the Six, too high off the success of the day the last thing he wanted was to let his tendencies get the best of him, shoot himself in the foot by disrupting the treaty set in place.

Him and the two other members got off and decided to enter the smoke shop next door before Jungkook could spot them, ordering you to go in and get what was needed as he did so. Jungkook only saw the lone bikes parked outside, the only indication of who they belonged to being the sticker plastered on the back. It didn’t bother him though, not giving them a second glance as he pulled in, knowing whatever bad blood the groups had couldn’t be settled here.

You hadn’t given Jungkook a proper glance before stepping inside the shop, not knowing what club he belonged to and frankly not caring much as you walked in. If it hadn’t been for your sweet tooth you would have walked right past him while you browsed, but your mind ran on autopilot as you chose to grab yourself a snack before stocking up on the rest.

Even as you reached for the same candy you hadn’t taken note of the glimmering rings adorning his fingers, golden letters spelling out SIX, his club tattoos concealed by the sleeves of his jacket as he pulled his hand back and apologized.

“You can have it,” he offered sincerely, letting you reach for it once more after he shook the two bags of the same sour straws already in his palm.

“Thanks.” You looked at him properly now, seeing his kind eyes crinkled up with his teeth shown in a bunny smile, the silver hoop around his lips shining in the light. The smile you wore on your own face fell instantly when your eyes landed on the patch adorning his arms.

If there was one rule you knew you had to abide by it was this one, not wanting to test your luck and ruin Minho’s pleasant mood, Jungkook can’t even say anything as you turn on your heel and grab what you need in a haste before leaving.

It should have ended there, a one off meeting by chance, severed by your fear of being unloyal to the club that bounded you, but you’d like to think the string of fate between you two had been tangled too tightly.

Your next encounter wasn’t done on purpose and that much settled your guilt. Minho ordered you on runs often and very rarely did you do them in Cobra territory, he had too many enemies that would hurt you in an attempt to knock him down a few pegs so neutral grounds like these were your only safe bet.

Jungkook’s face of shock when he spotted you again was still clear in your mind, confusion evident on his face when you’re less hesitant to look at him now as you approach him in the same aisle. He knew you were a Cobra by association but your entourage was missing and without Minho eyeing you like a hawk you hadn’t felt on edge at your close proximity.

As you eyed the shelves and saw your flavor of choice was missing Jungkook couldn’t hold in his playful snicker as he flashes his hands, holding the last remaining bags of them before sauntering off in a similar fashion to the way you had last time.

It wasn’t until you left after you settled on something else that he spoke to you from his bike, munching on the sour straws with a smile on his face. “Hey snake!” he had called out with a smirk, waiting until you looked up with a frown to toss you one of the extra bags he held, a smile in thanks being passed his way.

Somewhere in between it morphed into routine, Jungkook found himself visiting the bodega more frequently in hopes of seeing you, the friendly words spoken becoming more casual with each encounter. Tossing you a snack turned into the two of you sitting on the sidewalk as you ate them, distance in between you while you laughed as if your clubs weren’t on each other’s hitlists.

Soobin almost feels bad now as you retell it all to him, seeing the fallen look on your face as you recount the past, wondering just how it had crumbled underneath you so easily. You and Jungkook played a dangerous game, speaking under the guise of an uncanny friendship, but the way you had input each other's numbers in your phone in code that you hoped no one would decipher showed that you both understood how wrong this was.

“Convenience store romance morphed into a battle between the Montagues and Capulets.” Soobin jokes, smiling when you actually laugh, hands finally resting on the table as you lean forward, the initial nerves leaving when he doesn’t blatantly judge you.

“Shut up, it was more than ten minute conversations outside of the bodega.” He lets out a teasing laugh, raising his hands up in surrender as he allows you to explain further.

Being around him was addicting, his playful attitude despite his hard exterior pulling you in instantly and at first you wondered if you only felt like this because of the way Minho treated you, but you know now that your feelings lied deeper than this. Jungkook knew he was going against one of the cardinal rules set in place for his club, a rule he promised to abide by because he knew exactly why it was put in place but he couldn’t help it.

You learned Minho’s schedule, planning around it while Jungkook notified you of any free time he had, friendly hangouts spent during spare time satisfying the empty void you had inside of you. This would have been enough for you but before you knew it a kiss was shared and in a blink of an eye it all changed.

Soobin is spared the intimate details, how you turned it into a game of seeing how much you could get away with, sneaking away at meets to fool around like desperate lovers. All he knew was that it had come back to bite you unsuspected and that was enough.

“You couldn’t leave before it got this messy?” It’s a dumb question to ask and he knows it, the harsh reality that you could never really leave the Cobras.

“I couldn’t, and even if I could I have nothing Soobin.” Minho was smart, ensuring you needed him, and had nothing without him. It wasn’t just his doing, you knew he was trouble from the get-go, looking for love in all the wrong places and stumbling onto him. He was everything a rebellious teenager could want, rough around the edges, decked in leather and riding a shiny bike, but most importantly, he pissed off your parents.

Sure, he pushed their buttons, but you were the one responsible for your family cutting ties with you. They gave you an ultimatum, sick of seeing you going down the wrong path and desperate to tame their eighteen year old daughter before you strayed too far, and you had picked him.

At the time you weren’t aware of how serious they were, thinking you could storm off with a bag full of clothes for a few nights, being able to return days later like it usually went with fights but by the time you had cooled off they had changed the locks.

“They called the cops on me for attempting to break in.” You snort at the memory, the last image you had of your parents being them stood on the front lawn while police handcuffed you and took you away. “That was the last time I saw them.”

You wished now that you had fought harder to keep your relationship with your family alive, left Minho behind before he was able to sink his claws further into you, mended the hole in it all before they disappeared with no warning.

It baffles you how easy it was for him to convince you to not go searching for them, letting you believe it was better this way because it was better for him. He was good with his words, lulling you into a fall sense of security, promises of a good future with him that you believed wholeheartedly.

Even though his short temper had been present from the get go, you believed he loved you in his own twisted way, failing to see the truth, how he just wanted you to need him. The change happened slowly, left you wondering if you were imagining it, hallucinating the way he would treat you. It wasn’t until he managed to secure the spot as leader for the Cobras that things took a turn for the nasty, his love for power over taking any potential love he could have for you.

By the time you decided you wanted out it was six years too late, already accustomed to the personal hell your life had morphed into, and with nothing to fall back on you accepted your fate quietly.

“Do you love him?”

“Who, Minho?” you wonder, brows pinched together at the question.

“No,” he scoffs, “Jungkook.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I do.” And the way you smile as you say it makes him believe it, a small sigh leaving his lips as he pulls out his phone from his pocket. Soobin slides it across the table with the screen lit up to showcase a slightly threatening text from Jungkook.

Jungkook 9:43pm : don’t think i won’t find pleasure in torturing you if you out y/n

“Good, because I’m not trying to risk my own ass for a casual fling.” He huffs out as you read the message, a small shiver coursing through him, “He’s scary, in an unsuspecting way.”

Soobin was used to the cold exterior members had, dead eyes and bruised knuckles with nothing to lose but somehow Jungkook frightened him more. There was something a little more terrifying about being threatened by a man protecting someone he loved instead of some psycho killing for a cheap thrill.

“He’s harmless.” You attempt to reassure him, sliding back his phone with a smile.

“So, he won’t chop my head off?”

“Oh no,” you laugh, doing nothing to settle him, “he would, but not without reason. He’d chop your fingers off first as a warning, that's why he’s harmless.”

Soobin can only frown, the earlier fear of being on a neighboring gang’s hit list coming back full force. You can read him like a book, extending your hand across the carved out table and resting it on top of his jittery ones. “I meant it when I said I’d give you an out if you wanted one.”

“No,” he blurts instantly, face stern at the thought of it all. It was one thing if you decided you wanted to leave, you had your reasons, had security in the form of Deep Six but Soobin’s need to help his family came first. He couldn’t make a decision without knowing what lied ahead, without knowing if he’d have a way to support his mother and sister. The thought of working his way up was risky enough but the possibility of being killed for betraying the club was something he didn’t want to imagine.

“What are you going to do then Soobin? Do you really think you’ll be able to make your way up without getting your hands dirty?” Your voice holds no threat, concern lacing every syllable as you start to picture the horrible things Minho will have him do to further build his trust.

“I know I’ll have to Y/N, I know what I signed up for when I joined.” He can’t look you in the face even as he says this, he knows the possibilities, making his stomach churn as he mentally sorts through them. He had to be willing to do what it takes, stepping on anyone in his way to get as close to the top as he could because that's where the money lied.

“You haven’t seen it all Soobin, I don’t think you even know what you signed up for.” As a hangout he wasn’t exposed to it all, nearly three months only showed him the tip of the iceberg, not having earned enough trust to unveil the dark that came with it.

Maybe he’d get lucky and deal with other aspects of the club that wouldn’t go against his morals but if his main prospect was money then you knew the price that came with it. You wished someone had told it to you straight when you were as young as he is, let you know about the ugly that lurked in the shadows behind it all, which is why you’re intent to have him listen.

“If Minho tells you to deal with skin you’ll do it?” Soobin looks appalled at your question, face twisting up in disgust as the words leave your mouth.

“What?”

“Answer me, you told me you knew what you signed up for right? You think you’ll be able to tell him no if he decides he wants you to trade skin, recruit it even?” It was one of the things you had no idea went on until Minho became leader, the truth revealing itself, leaving you feeling grimey at being associated with it at all.

“I didn’t know–“

“I know you didn’t, it’s not exactly common knowledge.” The Cobras did well enough to hide the vile side of it all, keep it under wraps from neighboring clubs because they knew how wrong it was. “I know it sucks Soobin, but I’m giving you an out.”

It renders him silent, the small bubble he had made to convince himself it wasn’t so bad finally bursting around him. His phone rests in between you, the dark screen reflecting the light from above, taunting him to reply to Jungkook, wondering if it really would be that easy.

Jungkook can only slump in the chair he’s sat in, eyes staring at the center of the wooden table, completely unfocused as he drones out what’s being discussed at the moment. He’s surrounded by ten other members, all of which are intently listening to Seokjin explain how the next shipment would be collected.

In all honesty he didn’t care, he was just waiting for the topic to fade out so he could finally talk about the actual important subject. You.

His ears finally tune back in when Seokjin pauses and asks if everyone understood, for all he knew he had just been ordered to hop borders and hand deliver firearms himself, but still he sits up straighter and hums in confirmation. As Seokjin presses his palm into the oak table and takes a look at the surrounding members, Jungkook panics, assuming the meeting is coming to an end.

“Wait,” he shouts, “what about the Cobras?” He knows it's wrong to disrupt the meeting this way, to interrupt the leader while he’s trying to speak– and if he didn’t know it was wrong, the nice swat to the back of his head from Taehyung knocks some sense into him.

Seokjin eyes Jungkook for a moment, a small smile on his lips as Jungkook winces and swats back at Taehyung in annoyance, ready to fight him as he reprimands him. “Don’t fucking talk about the Cobras!”

“No, he’s right,” Seokjin sighs, leaning back into his chair and gauging everyone’s reactions, spotting the way Namjoon nods at him from beside him in reassurance. “Sorry Jungkook, I was just about to discuss that.”

Jungkook just waves the apology off, knowing that getting you out wasn’t the only topic the club was prioritizing. It was eating him alive though, desperately needing to know if there's been a plan thought out because his resolve was slipping and he didn’t want to go against the club and take matters into his own hands.

Everyone surrounding the table has been a member for enough time to know the root of the issue involving the Cobras, remember the actions that shook the club and nearly started a full on war. Jungkook had joined a year after the chaos, once the dust had really settled, but he had been informed of it all, knowing exactly why rule number three was put into place.

“I think it’s time we finally cut the head of the snake off.” Seokjin’s voice holds no emotion but his hands twitch on the table, curl into fists as he recalls it all. The room is silent, the slight squeak of a chair heard as someone fidgets uncomfortably, no one wanting to speak first.

It had been a long time since anyone sat at the table and discussed the Cobras, so many years passed since the rule was set in place, but the wound was still fresh. Seokjin could still feel it now, a gaping hole in his heart that festered so much hatred, bandaged tightly in hopes of forgetting because the damage had been done and settled.

Namjoon, being Seokjin’s right hand and best friend since the beginning, can only place a hand on his shoulder in hopes of comforting him. It almost sounds like a joke to think that the Cobras and Deep Six used to run together, handle deals like sibling clubs. It wasn’t until Minho stepped into the role as leader that things went awry.

Sungmin, the previous head of Deep Six, held the same values as the club did now, loyalty and no senseless acts of violence, not wanting to tarnish the name of the club to make a point and it worked. The main reason Deep Six was a club with chapters in different states and countries was because they were well respected, considered part of the Big Four with the Vagos just underneath them.

That didn’t sit right with Minho, jealous of the power Deep Six held, greedy about connections and cuts regarding deals, deciding to throw away any alliance had with the head of Deep Six for his own personal gain. It had been calculated, both leaders and their right hands present at the warehouse, discussing the way the arms deal would be managed and dealt with in a way they always did.

That’s when Minho lit a match, mentioning the way specific cops that were on Deep Six’s payroll had begun to follow his men around while they did drops, fueling the fire with accusations of a rat spilling intel, the rat in question being Sungmin. It was common knowledge that rats were to be disposed of regardless of your rank, going against the golden rule of loyalty, and Minho used that to his advantage.

He was lying but he had planted enough seeds of doubt within his own club to have them believe it, have them trust that Sungmin was the only one who knew what drops Minho’s men would be doing so it had to be him. It didn’t matter that Sungmin denied it, Minho was smart and good with his words, and the second Sungmin reached for his gun when he saw the unhinged look on the other’s face it was too late.

Seokjin still remembers the shot that rang through the air, the sound of deadweight hitting the floor as Sungmin hit the ground in a bloody heap.

Minho hadn’t been the one to pull the trigger but he had ordered his right hand to do so, not an ounce of sympathy as he stared down at the way Seokjin desperately attempted to keep Sungmin with him.

“He was a rat, we had to do it.” Were the only cold words he uttered out, a senseless shrug sent his way before he went about the deal as if nothing had happened.

Minho knew his lies had nothing to back them up, killing a leader wasn’t dealt with silently, knowing Deep Six would most likely vote to have an eye for an eye. His only saving grace was the fact that he hadn’t pulled the trigger so when Seokjin, the new appointed leader, told Minho he’d have to kill his own right hand, he took pleasure in doing so.

All of it was worth it to Minho, the loss of a leader left Deep Six scrambling to keep everything in order, allowing him to spread the venom of the Cobras further out. He was comfortable under a false sense of security, creating what he thought were solid alliances with other clubs, forgetting where their true loyalties lied, swinging his blade around like a lunatic to incite fear, deluding himself that fear equaled respectt.

Minho didn’t realize the true predator hid in the shadows, watching, and waiting for the right moment to attack. It might have taken a few years, but Deep Six felt ready now.

“We have to go straight for the top for everything to crumble, the Cobras are nothing without Minho.”

“So what, we kill him?” Jimin asks, dumbfounded at the idea of murdering someone, even as an act of revenge, considering Deep Six’s beliefs went against that. When they had killed the Cobra’s right hand it had been to get even, a mutual agreement between clubs, but it only served as a bandaid for the real problem underneath. This was now a heavy dose of vendetta.

“No, of course not–“ Namjoon attempts to console him but gets cut off by Seokjin.

“Yes.” The leader is straight faced as he admits it. “Technically we wouldn’t be the ones killing him though, the Vagos will take care of the high ranked Cobras, along with handling any deals they had with the snakes, and whoever they don’t get won’t be an issue for the Pagans. Minho though, there’s a special order out for him.”

“What, how?” Jungkook wonders, shocked at the thought of murder in general, he was thinking they’d take them down internally and have the system deal with them. He knew the Vagos had deep loyalty with Sungmin, having it watered down when Seokjin thought it’d be best to create space between clubs that violent after dealing with the Cobras, but the talk of bringing the Pagans into this made Jungkook’s skin crawl.

He’s heard stories of them, knows just how large their club is, spread out further than Deep Six, chapters scattered across the globe with thousands of members with patches to their name. Their history with Deep Six went back to the beginning, their founders being close friends, and although they had ties with cartels and did despicable things, they ran a clean club. Heavy on the loyalty, against dirty moves and cheap shots, but when it came down to it, they lived for blood shed in forms of revenge.

They were perfect.

“I know enough people that owe me favors, they won’t mind having to get their hands dirty to stay on our good side.” Seokjin was a smart leader, not inherently violent in nature but he wasn’t a pushover, you only feared him if you crossed him. If he ever gave you a chance to make amends you would take it, and he knew the Vagos were desperate to make amends after the murder of Sungmin. With the help of dirty cops they’d be able to haul Minho in, take him into a cell where he had more enemies than he could count, more people who owed the club favors and would deal with him accordingly. It would be a chain of events that lead to the downfall of the Cobras.

Deep Six’s alliances ran deeper than the Cobra’s, stretched further across more territories than Minho could even imagine, hidden under wraps because they loved to work in silence.

Minho thought the Cobras were on top, feared by everyone, no one willing to step in their line of sight but he was blinded by his own ignorance, unaware of just how many people were sick of him. There was a reason Deep Six never stuck around when anything turned hectic, all it would take was one nod from Seokjin to get everyone who Minho swore was under his thumb to turn on him.

Seokjin allowed him to bask in fake knowledge, it kept his guard down. He could take the petty words thrown his way whenever they crossed paths, the blatant disrespect displayed by the whole gang whenever the meets happened because Seokjin knew the truth. Song Minho was nothing without his group of minions to fight for him, to hold him up high on the pedestal. All it would take was a weaker link at the very bottom, someone he would never suspect, to be knocked out of place for him to come crashing down.

“Who did you say was with Y/N?”

“Some hangout, his name is Soobin. He doesn’t have a full patch so that’s all I know but I have his number.” Seokjin doesn’t need more, knowing his last name wouldn’t get sewn onto his chest until he was further up but that was enough information for him, knowing Kang Seulgi would do the rest.

It’d work better that way, Seulgi was essentially in charge of knowing everyone, intent on keeping tabs of absolutely everyone who ever crossed paths with her club and those they had alliances with. There’d be a better chance that the hangout would cooperate if she contacted him instead of a member with a patch he had been sworn to stay away from.

“Tell Y/N we’ll handle it.”

Jungkook can feel himself breathe a sigh in relief, knowing the leader’s words were golden.

“Are you sure it has to come to this?” Yoongi speaks up, leaning against the table with sharp eyes locked onto the leader. When it came down to it he knew everyone would do whatever he asked of them, trusting his judgement entirely, but he needed to make sure he knew that this is what had to be done.

“Yes,” Seokjin replies with a nod. The Cobras have been a stain that needed to be wiped out for years now, doing more harm than good in the grand scheme of things. It was best to take care of it now before whatever deals they were attempting to do across states took place. Jungkook’s predicament with you just so happened to be the green light he needed to act on it.

“Then we’re with you.”

The nerves you feel the minute you open your eyes this morning never fades, stomach feeling queasy as you go about your day, hands shaking while you get yourself ready. It was the knowledge that today would be the day your shackles would get broken off that left you feeling jittery, a mixture of fear and anticipation bubbling up inside of you.

Minho was none the wiser now, currently lounging on the couch with a beer in his hand. It’s almost strange to see him in this casual state, a regular white shirt on him with sweats on his lower half, missing the rings and chains around his neck, the heavy worn leather of his jacket still tucked away in his closet. He looked normal, like a regular boyfriend just waiting around while you finished up your makeup.

It’s that same sense of normalcy that makes your head spin, needing to look away from him when he runs his hands through his dark hair, sending you a smile as he watches you from down the hall. His teasing laugh fills the air as you avert your eyes and close the door of the bathroom, needing to have something separating him from looking at you.

“Don’t do this, relax,” you mumble to yourself, shutting your eyes as you hunch over the sink, shaky fingers gripping onto the counter. A trembling breath escapes you, fogging up the mirror when you glance up and stare at your reflection, nervous eyes looking right back at you. Every emotion was flooding your system, the pain of losing your family, regret of every decision you’ve made that led you here, self hatred for letting it get this far, and a small dose of sadness from knowing you’d be stepping away from a six year relationship.

You need this to happen though, knowing your relationship has been dead for half of it, even before you met Jungkook you had already been through enough hell to know you wanted a life without Minho, having been broken down so many times to the point where you hardly recognize yourself anymore. It settles your doubts as you think that meeting Jungkook had been the one thing you’ve gotten right in so long, a decision you fully stood behind despite the consequences that came with it all. He helped you find yourself underneath all of the wreckage Minho had caused, piecing you back together and helping you realize you were worth more than Minho had you believe.

The sound of footsteps approach the closed door, the floor creaking as Minho knocks against it, the sudden noise startling you and making your makeup tumble into the sink. “We gotta go soon, are you almost done?”

“Yeah,” you shout back, scrambling to grab the items and stuffing them into the small pouch you had resting a few inches away. “Just give me a minute.”

He grumbles in response, stepping away and into the bedroom to finally change for the meet happening today. You need to remain calm, knowing he could read you with ease, you have no idea how today will transpire so your best bet at keeping your poker face would be to think that this would just be a regular meet like all the others.

That mentality is what keeps Minho unaware of it all, he only comments on the fact that you’re not wearing the usual skirts you do during these meets, his hands rubbing along the denim of your jeans as you sit behind him on his bike. You’re thankful he can’t see the look on your face as you lie about wanting to be comfortable in the cooler weather, flashes of Jungkook mentioning how much he loved your skirts playing in your mind that you have to fight off. The truth behind it being that you know it’d be best to not wear something as flimsy as a skirt in case you needed to get away, in case things turned messy.

It seems to be enough for him, shrugging in response before turning the key and letting his bike come to life. Like routine, your hands wrap around him as he revs the engine before taking off, the patch on his back burning your skin as you think of what’s going to happen.

You haven’t been in direct contact with Jungkook since the day at the bodega, only being told by Soobin that they had a plan, otherwise left in the dark of it all. Maybe it was best this way, for you not to anticipate anything, not wonder if anything was going wrong.

As Minho pulls into the lot of the clubhouse, the plethora of members fill out the space as they hover near their own bikes while waiting, you catch a glimpse of a nervous looking Soobin standing near the back with fellow hangouts. He’s right beside your own bike, something Minho had graciously given him because he claimed you no longer needed it, another method of ensuring you’d need him if you wanted to get around.

You’re not given a chance to get off and speak to him, Minho’s booming voice is heard over his engine as he instructs everyone to follow his lead. The thunderous echo of all the bikes fill the air instantly, members getting into formation as Minho begins riding once more, his right hand pulling up beside him, going down the double lines in ranks from sergeant of arms down to the hangouts at the very back.

It’s a familiar ride, one you’ve done countless times over the years, recognizing every curve and bump of the road as you near the location. What’s not familiar is the handful of cop cars lingering on the outskirts, police officers sitting inside them, watching as your group approaches.

“Cops?” You find yourself speaking out loud, not used to seeing this many black and white cars observing you all.

“Yeah,” Minho huffs out, turning into the entrance of the lot. “They weren’t too fond of the arson we did last time. They’re just here to make sure we don’t blow the place up I guess.”

His voice holds no suspicion, pure annoyance coating his words at knowing the cops would sit and wait for anything to happen, cops that weren’t under the Cobras and would have no qualms about arresting them.

“Looks like you have to be on your best behavior then,” you joke, nerves calming when he laughs in return, the low rumble blending in with the bikes as they settle into their unofficial spot beside the Vagos.

They all whoop and holler when your club rides in, Seulgi’s smiling face easily spotted in the front lines as she stands beside her bike, eyes following you as everyone circles around and comes to a stop.

Looking around at the lot you can’t help but notice that a few clubs are missing, the amount of patched jackets much more sparse than normal. Hells Angels were missing entirely, probably due to the mayhem that transpired last time, not exactly in a rush to be within close proximity of snakes.

A few other clubs you weren’t too familiar with also had their spots empty, Deep Six included, and Minho notices it right away.

“Huh, no fucking tombstones in sight. Maybe today is a great day afterall.”

Junseo, Minho’s right hand, cackles at this, pausing the act of lighting up his cigarette in favor of joking around. It only makes you wary as you get off the bike, boldly choosing to walk towards Seulgi without notifying Minho, something he luckily doesn’t reprimand you for, his guard down since he sensed no threat around you all.

Your black haired friend slips away from her group as well, meeting you halfway with a gentle embrace. “I heard Minho’s been keeping you locked up in a tower.”

“More like the rundown room in the clubhouse,” you snort, allowing yourself to enjoy the brief moment of peace that came with being around her, not needing to tread on eggshells when you spoke to each other. “Who told you?”

Knowing Minho wouldn’t go around gloating about keeping you on a leash due to his own paranoia, someone else must have told her. Considering Soobin has barely started getting familiar with neighboring clubs you can’t suspect it was him, which only leaves–

“Jungkook.” she confirms, “we had a meeting with Deep Six a couple of weeks ago and he mentioned your babysitter.” Her eyes flicker over to the man in question, still standing by his bike while he talks with the other hangouts, nervous gaze bouncing around from this being his first official meet. When his gaze meets Seulgi’s he freezes for a moment, giving her a soft nod before returning to the conversation he was having.

“He’s not too bad, good kid, unfortunate circumstances.” You breathe out a sigh as you gesture at the half empty meet. “Where the hell is everyone, half the clubs are missing.”

“With cops parked out front we’re basically like sitting ducks in here, my guess is some clubs aren’t trying to get caught in the crossfire.” She takes note of your sullen expression, clear worry at where Jungkook was, if he was even coming anymore. “Don’t worry, the number one fanclub member of your pussy will be here soon.”

“Shut up,” you snicker, shoving her side as she laughs in that sweet way that lets you forget just how scary she was underneath it all.

“I won’t be here long though, this turn out kind of sucks and I have some important business to tend to.” She cooes at the pout you give her, softly tapping at your lower lip in light mockery. “Be safe okay?”

That makes you frown for a completely different reason, the slight concern coating the edges of her words not settling right in your gut. She pretends like she doesn’t notice the small crease between your brows, the clear confusion displayed on your features at her vaguely cryptic message.

“Be safe?” The end of your parroted question gets swallowed by the sound of thunder, a black cloud in forms of sleek metal and rugged jackets floating in. Flashes of red in between it all let you identify them as Deep Six, finally arriving at the meet in an orderly fashion.

Their turn out is bigger than usual, strange faces you don’t recognize piling in behind them, a flash of yellow and red catches your eye, a glaringly different patch on their backs that you don’t recognize from a club you’ve never seen before.

Minho knows it though, the flames surrounding a strange figure holding a burning cross make the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, eyes locked onto them as they settle in beside each other.

Pagans.

His guard is back up instantly, suddenly hyper aware that you’re not by his side, and when he spots you beside Seulgi the harsh call of your name grabs your attention.

“Go,” Seulgi instructs, already stepping away to approach Deep Six and the new club for a brief greeting before she leaves. “I’ll see you soon.”

With her no longer by your side you have no choice but to retreat back to Minho, his sharp eyes making you cower as you close the gap between you. His hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around your wrist and yanking you the final distance until you’re pulled against his chest with his lips by your ear. “Stay close.”

He didn’t know what was going on but his always present paranoia leads him to believe something was up, the jarring suspicion that someone knows something he doesn’t makes his chest burn with a slow simmering rage. He knows he has to keep it together, has too many eyes on him, on edge from the way he had cracked skulls last time, so when you mumble out a confirmation he lets you go.

Like second nature your eyes search for Jungkook, skimming unfamiliar faces for a split second before moving on, blurs of faces hard to distinguish as they get off their bikes and gather together. He spots you first, wide eyes looking you over, small smile spreading on his lips when you finally find him. He looks handsome in that effortless way he always does, long hair split down the side, framing his face perfectly, all black ensemble down to the shoes, his leather jacket pulling it all together.

The only form of contact you’ve had was between the short spurts that Soobin would grant you, enough information to hold you both together, to ensure him that you were still safe while he worked on a way to get you out.

It's easy now to get lost in his stare, the mutual feeling of relief felt between you, a silent wave of communication pulling you in so much that you don’t realize you’re being watched.

It’s like it happens in slow motion, Minho looking at the dazed smile on your face, following the trail of your sight until it lands on Jungkook. It takes him a few seconds, looking between you as his brain tries to make sense of it all until finally, it clicks.

All his earlier suspicions, the small white lies he had followed until he reached a dead end, for once his paranoia had been right. His jaw ticks out now, feeling like an absolute idiot for not noticing how blind he was, all the signs right under his nose.

You were fooling around with someone else, a Six of all people, and he has the audacity to look at you like that while Minho stands right there.

A sinister smile spreads across his face as he realizes that Jungkook needs to get knocked down a few pegs, kicked off whatever high horse he thinks he deserves to be on, and what better way than to take it out on you.

It starts as a slow whisper, his raspy voice slipping through your ear and yanking you out of your trance.

“I know your dirty secret.” Is all he tells you.

But it's enough. It's enough for your blood to run cold. The sinking feeling of dread settles into your bones as you turn to stare at him, hoping that your worst nightmare wasn’t about to unfold in front of you, especially when you felt so close to finally getting away.

Something about your wide eyed gaze spreads a sick sense of satisfaction through him, curling in his gut and filling him with adrenaline. You’re scared, which is absolutely rich considering fear clearly didn’t live inside of you when you were fucking a Six.

“What are you talking about?” You try to shake him off, act blissfully unaware, but your voice trembles a little too much, your eyes snitch on you, revealing just how fucked you are.

“Oh you wanna play stupid, hm? Does baby wanna act dumb?” He asks with a tilt of his head, his dead eyes boring into you before flicking over to Jungkook for a split second, and it’s enough to confirm that your nightmare had become a reality.

“Tell me, can you count?” He smiles balefully, his hand trailing up your body, around your shoulders, weaving into the hair at the nape of your neck. You don’t register his fingers latching onto your strands until he delivers a harsh tug when you don’t answer, exposing the column of your throat to him, muscles taut from the stretch. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” you gasp out in pain, eyes squeezing shut when yanks a little harder.

“Now I know you know how to count to five, but somewhere along the way–“ his free hand comes up now, the tip of his index finger tapping harshly against your temple in a condescending manner, “you must have forgotten what comes after. Tell me, you know what comes after five?”

“S-six,” you wince, a shuddering breath leaving you when you hear the way he chuckles darkly.

“Yeah, six,” he sighs out. “I know about him.” He murmurs the words against your skin, his lips trailing against your neck as he talks and you know better than to yank out of his grasp, to call attention to yourself. You can feel the low chuckle he lets out, breath hitting your throat and making you cringe as he presses a disgusting kiss against your skin.

Jungkook is still watching you, not quite sure if this was Minho’s way of showing affection because you never really know. It’s not until your own hand comes up to clutch his that was still in your hair that he realizes you’re in pain. His hands clench by his sides, wanting to march over there and kick his teeth in but when his head turns to look at Seokjin, the leader bearing witness to it all as well, he shakes his head. They have a plan and need to stick with it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Minho.” You try your best to convince him, seeing the crazy swirling in his eyes as he pulls back a few inches to stare at you but he’s having none of that.

“No?” His free hand slides into his front pocket, blindly digging in and pulling out what he searched for. It’s not until the cool metal of a blade is pressing to your skin that you know there’s no changing his mind now. “Should I see if he cares if I have some fun with you then?”

Your jaw is tense now, teeth clenching together as he slowly digs the edge into your skin, your face pulled into a grimace when you see the pure enjoyment in his. How you managed to withstand six years of this bullshit and convinced yourself he cared for you was unbelievable, the illusion shattering as he smiles at the wince you let out.

You can feel the eyes on you now, fellow Cobras watching it go down with smug smiles, neighboring gangs wondering if they should step in at the clear display of aggression.

“Minho, please–“

“Mm, yeah go ahead and beg now,” he rasps out, nostrils flaring out as he gives your hair another tug. “Stupid fucking–“

His sentence gets cut off by a mass colliding into him from the side, the force of it causing you to go down with him, his hand tangled into your hair anchoring you down and onto the concrete below with a solid thud that knocks the wind out of you.

The world vibrates for a minute, vision dazed and blurry from the tumble, not realizing you were on the floor until you’re face to face with the back wheel of the motorcycle you had been standing next to. There’s a burning sensation coming from your neck and when you bring your hand up to soothe it you spot the drops of red coating your fingertips, no doubt coming from the surface level cut Minho’s knife had been responsible for.

Your hearing slowly comes back, low vibrations in your ear drums fading out until all you hear is the commotion from a few feet away. It takes you a minute to comprehend the scene, Jungkook perched on top of Minho with pure rage in his eyes, fists swinging left and right, the sound of his rings connecting to the side of Minho’s face blending in with his string of profanities.

It doesn’t last long, by the time you get up to your knees Minho’s minions are already hauling Jungkook off of him, gripping onto his arms and restraining him as their bloody leader stands himself up with a sinister laugh. He spits out a glob of blood onto the floor, splattering over the concrete and onto Jungkook’s shoes.

Deep Six stood by, waiting for Minho to retaliate, knowing members of the Vagos had rolled out the second Jungkook intervened. Their hesitance gives Minho the wrong impression, fuels his ego and makes him think he’s invincible. With confidence, he retrieves the fallen knife from the floor, wiping the blade against his jeans as he approaches Jungkook, seeing the way he refuses to struggle in the hands of the Cobras, in fact he almost looks satisfied with himself.

There’s a knot growing on the corner of Minho’s forehead, blood dripping from a gash in his lip from the club rings that had busted it open and Jungkook can’t stop himself from smiling. His lip ring glimmers as he does so, loose strands of hair around his face puffing out with every pant he lets out, brows raising and eyes widening in mockery when the leader points the edge of the blade at him.

“Watch yourself, Six.”

You know he's unhinged now, fingers clutching the handle of the blade so tightly they pale. Any second now he’ll strike, plunging the tip of his blade in between Jungkook’s ribs with no mercy and you know you can’t let that happen. With shaky legs you lift yourself up and don’t think twice before slipping yourself in between them, caught in the middle, so close you can feel Jungkook’s breath hitting the back of your head.

“Oh what’s this?” he laughs out, finding pure amusement at you coming to defend the man you had just told him you weren’t involved with, body trembling with laughter that showed how off the deep end he was.

“Calm down, there's cops outside just waiting for a reason to take you in.”

“You think I care?” he huffs, brows furrowed as he lowers himself closer to you. “Move.”

“No.”

He nods now, tongue coming out to swipe at his bloody lips as he stands up and takes a slow breath. Your chest trembles as you struggle to slow your breathing, heart pumping erratically, hoping he’d listen to you instead of being determined to add another name to his hitlist.

As his eyes stare at the concrete below, tongue prodding at his cheek, you don’t notice the way he rears his hand back, not realizing his intentions until your heads whipping to the side so hard your brain rattles in your skull.

The chaos ensues instantly now that he got physical, the side of your face throbbing with pain so hot you feel like you can’t walk, stumbling to the side as you hunch over in agony. Your hand clutches your face, swiping at your lips and wincing at the ache, already tasting the metallic copper seeping into your mouth.

All you manage to hear is shouts from all around, bodies shoving past you in an effort to jump in now that Deep Six has stormed over with the help of the Pagans. You don’t see the way Tarhyung, a Six with wild eyes and a crazed boxy smile, tackles Minho down with ease, how Jungkook manages to get out of the weak hold the Cobras have on him with the help of his members. His first instinct is to go to you but his need to stick to the plan he already strayed away from keeps him from doing so.

Through the mayhem he sees Soobin making his way through to you and he relaxes, tuning back in time to dodge a messy punch from a hangout trying to earn respect. Jungkook wasn’t cruel, not intent on hurting someone who doesn’t know better, so instead he grabs their arm, twisting it around their back until they wince in pain. “Get out of here, now.”

Maybe it's the tone he uses or the already present fear in the younger Cobra but he doesn’t fight it, hurrying off and attempting to gather fellow hangouts before the inevitable surely happens.

The only hangout left now is Soobin, his hands grabbing onto your shoulder so suddenly it frightens you, blindly throwing out a punch that lands on his chest. A sputtered cough and groan that sounds like your name reaches your ears, eyes focusing after the small spell of vertigo from having the lights slapped out of you settles, a frantic looking Soobin inches from your face.

“Soobin?”

“C’mon,” he orders, gently grabbing onto your hand and yanking you through the bodies and toppled over bikes, giving you no explanation as he reaches his own bike. He urges you on as patiently as his nerves allow him, the two of you forgoing helmets in the haste to leave.

The sound of the engine cutting through the chaos grabs members attention and when Minho spots you perched on the back of a bike with Soobin his eyes go wide from his spot on the floor. The shock of betrayal written on his bloodied face as he shouts for members to follow you.

Soobin wastes no time now driving off, especially with two high ranked members scrambling to follow you. His hands tremble as they clutch the throttle, your own shaky hands clinging onto his jacket as he speeds through the lot, the additional bikes heard close behind. It’s not until you exit back onto the street that you hear the first bang of a gunshot, heart skipping at the realization that this was happening, a full on coup with public enemy number one being the Cobras.

“Wait, we gotta go back!” You shout through the noise, the fear of not knowing who was on the receiving end of the gun making your gut twist in anxiety.

“We can’t!” Soobin yells back, knowing fully well what sort of blood bath it would become, determined to follow instructions to keep you safe and out of harm's way to ensure his own safety. He flies through the streets, ignoring every traffic law to keep the distance from decreasing, zipping through cars and taking turns so sharp you’re convinced you’re going to wipe out.

Your hands ache from how tightly you grip onto him as turns onto a side street, through unkempt roads and warehouses lining the sidewalk. The still present sound of additional bikes letting him know Cobras were still hot on your trail, just close enough to follow him, exactly where they needed to be.

You recognize this as Vago territory, an uneasy feeling stirring inside of you at not knowing what the plan was, wondering why Soobin was so confidently driving through the streets of a gang who holds loyalty with a club you two have just betrayed.

As he passes the large industrial buildings suddenly two more engines join the rumble of the bikes, pulling out from the shadows and riding steady with the Cobras on your tail.

“Don’t look back,” Soobin pleas, but you don't listen, curiosity eating you alive, mixed with the fear that you’re about to get shot at by whoever the hell just joined in on this chase.

Turning your head with unease, you spot the additional members, dark green Vagos patches sewn onto their chests and a familiar head of black hair that makes your eyes widen. Seeing Seulgi settles your nerves temporarily, knowing she wouldn’t turn her back on you despite her club’s rules.

Neither of the high ranked Cobras think twice at the sudden appearance of Vagos, familiar faces that give them the sense of unity, allow them to believe that they just gained two more people to beat you to a pulp once they caught you.

Your neck is craned back as you observe, seeing the way they greet Seulgi and her fellow member with smiles, the smug look on their faces being wiped clean when they’re suddenly pulling their guns out, pointed right at their temples with insane accuracy.

A scream dies in your throat as the deafening shots ring through the air, mouth dropped open in a gasp when you see the mess it makes, blood splattering in a spray of red as the bullet exits the other side of their head. The way you flinch and tug at Soobin’s waist nearly makes him lose his balance as you continue cruising, his own ears trying to block it all out, wanting to prevent his mind from remembering this moment forever.

For a brief moment their bikes continue to ride, it’s not until the dead weight leans to the side that they begin to steer out of control, snaking along the cracked roads until toppling over with a sickening scratch of metal. Sparks fly at the contact, black bikes skipping on the road and dragging their lifeless bodies until coming to a halt, a pool of blood settling underneath them.

Your eyes are wide as you spot Seulgi perched on her bike, pistol still in her hand as the Cobras lay on the floor a few feet away. She’s only able to give you a wave before Soobin’s turning the corner, the one task he was told to do finally completed.

“Was that a set up? Soobin what the fuck is happening?”

He can’t get himself to speak, not even being able to witness the scene that had just happened seconds prior. The churning of his stomach makes him halt the bike entirely, yanking your arms off of him as he stumbles off and retches all over the dirt.

Maybe he wasn’t cut out for this life.

“Deep Six,” he croaks out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand after he spits. “They promised me a way out of the Cobras if I helped.”

That doesn’t stop the way his skin crawls, he has been in the gang for a few months and because of his low rank has never been around anything so violent. The shock of the gun going off had nearly made him scream and even though he hadn’t seen the aftermath, the pale look on your face was enough to tell him that he didn’t want to.

“You spoke to them?”

“Not directly, Seulgi connected us, she let me know what they were planning.” He coughs as he stands back up, grimacing at the ground, kicking the dirt in an attempt to hide his shame.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this though.” Soobin knew shit would hit the fan at the meet today, Minho being predictable when he ordered the high ranked members to follow after you, allowing him to guide them to the necessary location for the Vagos to strike. But the fight that happened was not supposed to go down, Jungkook acting on pure rage and adrenaline when he saw the way Minho handled you.

The fight made sense to you but you couldn’t seem to wrap your head around what just happened, never picturing the Vagos to be so willing to drive a bullet through a Cobra.

“Our clubs run together though,” you whisper, Soobin situating himself back onto the bike now that his stomach was empty. He pushes up the kickstand once more, overwhelming nerves dulling down, the only thing he has left to do was get into Deep Six’s clubhouse.

“Yeah, Minho’s in for a rude awakening when he realizes no ones under his thumb anymore.”

That rude awakening happens faster than he thinks, the first sound of the gunshot sounding off just as you leave sobers Minho’s mind instantly, realizing that this wasn’t just another brawl happening. He can barely see what’s happening anymore, the crazed Six that tackled him down earlier being able to restrain him with ease, flopping him onto his stomach with his knees keeping him pinned down.

Minho’s cheek is pressed into the cement, a strong grip tangled in his hair while the Taehyung leans forward to whisper in his ear. “Sucks huh? Being forced to watch as your club gets wiped out.”

At first he doesn’t register the words spoken, not until he sees a yellow patched Pagan mercilessly shoot a Cobra. Taehyung chuckles as Minho’s body begins to thrash in the hold he's in when he sees his member hit the ground, the dead eyed gaze of Junseo staring back at him a few feet away. That’s when he understands the plan, eyes bouncing around as best as they could, seeing so many of his members in compromising positions, barely able to fight back before being taken down.

The second shot is the one that sets off the rest, the clear instructions Seokjin had ordered ringing through everyone's ears. Cut the head of every snake.

Jungkook does his best to block out the sounds around him, the high pitched hum in his ears from the shots making it easier to mask the grunts of pain as he kneels above a damn near unconscious Cobra, chest panting with exertion as he throws the final punch that has the snake’s eyes rolling back.

His fingers throb now, covered in specks of blood and aching as he stretches them out, shaking it out as he stands up. Running a bloody hand through his hair he huffs out, shoe nudging along the side of the passed out Cobra to ensure he was actually out. His face is pulled into a grimace, the hatred he felt for each and every one of them fueling his fists, wanting to get back at every horrible thing they’ve done, allowing you to get treated the way you have for this long with no shame.

It's this same hatred that prevents him from feeling guilty when he walks past a lingering Pagan and gestures towards the body on the floor, walking away before he sees the way another bullet finds its home between their eyes.

He approaches Seokjin standing with Kangdae, the leader of the Pagans, as they observe the chaos, satisfied smiles on their faces when they see just how easy it is to crumble them down. A few scared Cobras had rolled out after the first gun shot, abandoning their club and forgetting about blind loyalty, being chased down by Vagos who were determined to make things right. The remaining Cobras lay on the pavement, differing wounds on all of them, faces beaten and mangled, additional holes in their bodies, the only common thing being their lifeless eyes.

Taehyung still kneels over Minho, yanking his hair to crane his neck up so he can properly observe the way the Pagans go through and slice off the patches on the dead Cobras. Collecting the stolen patches like trophies, stuffing them into their pockets to be tacked onto the clubhouse wall later on and for some reason that angers Minho further.

With a final shot ringing through the air, the only living Cobra remains, grunting on the floor as the Pagans round each other up, knowing their job is now done. Seokjin thanks Kangdae with a simple smile, exchanging a handshake as if this was some materialistic transaction before he joins the rest of his club and they ride out.

Just as they were instructed, the cops lingering outside light their sirens the second the Pagans clear out, their black and white cars driving into the small massacre that just happened in the span of minutes.

“Should I get Taehyung off of him?” Jungkook wonders, knowing that although these cops were under Deep Six it was still unsure how much aggression they would show to make whatever lie they told believable.

When Seokjin nods he instantly goes over there, hands curling over Taehyung's shoulder to grab his attention. The older boy's face softens when he sees Jungkook, a few scratches on his cheeks but otherwise unharmed. The glow of red and blue flashing on his features is what gets him to release Minho’s hair, letting his face thump onto the cement without a care as he stands up and wipes his bloody hands on his jeans.

“Is this the one?” A gravelly voice asks, belonging to a cop as he exits the vehicle and approaches the small huddle around Minho. The rest of the cops linger around, assessing the damage of the bodies, planting weapons and adjusting their limbs to make it seem like a different fight happened, one that required the cops to shoot them in self defense.

“Yeah,” Seokjin responds, joining Jungkook and Taehyung with a stone cold expression, watching the way the officer grabs Minho’s hands and cuffs them behind his back. The leader of the Cobras doesn’t fight it, still half in shock at what just transpired, he can barely hold himself up when the cop yanks him to kneel.

“Wait, let me talk to him first,” Seokjin requests, getting no complaints from the cop who just grunts and walks away from Minho’s knelt position. Taehyung decides to walk away now, knowing whatever Seokjin tells Minho will only incite rage from the past inside of him, instead he walks towards Jimin and Yoongi who are perched on their bikes looking just as bloody, leaving Jungkook alone with the leader.

Jungkook can feel his body shaking, the earlier anger of seeing the way Minho held a knife to your throat still present inside of him, the smug smile on his face lingering despite how absolutely fucked up he looks.

“You think you’re tough don’t you?” Minho rasps out, a mixture of drool and blood slipping past his lips as he speaks, a dry laugh blending in with the surrounding noise of the cops shuffling around. “Getting someone else to do your dirty work.”

“That doesn’t sound familiar to you?” Seokjin sighs, arms crossing over his chest as he steps closer to him. “You’ve had everyone do your dirty work for years, we’re just giving you a taste of your own medicine.”

Minho can only laugh some more, spitting out another glob of blood directly onto Seokjin’s boots before his eyes stare at Jungkook now. His teeth are bloody, strings of thick saliva pulled apart as he opens his mouth to speak.

“All of this over some whore–“

Jungkook doesn’t let him finish his sentence before his knee collides with the side of his face, Minho’s face whipping to the side as he laughs hysterically, body hunched over as more blood drips out of his nose. His head lolls to the side as he stares at him, slightly impressed at his strength, the fire behind Jungkook’s eyes showing him just how he felt.

“Watch your fucking mouth,” Jungkook threatens, fingers twitching as he craves tangling them in his hair and beating him until he has no teeth left.

“Okay, you proved your point,” he rasps out, breathing out of his mouth from the blood gushing from his nose. “You can have her, who knew she was worth all of this.”

Nothing baffles them more than that, how Minho fully believed all of this was just because of you, deciding to turn a blind eye on all of the other atrocities he did in the past few years despite Seokjin being witness to the worst of them.

That bandage wrapped over Seokjin’s chest aches now, the old wound burning as salt gets rubbed in, staring at Minho’s knelt form. How easy it was for him to block out all the horrible things he’s done, convinced it was for a greater good. It's the flashes playing in his mind from that day, seeing the way Sungmin had crumbled to the floor, that make Seokjin reach behind him, fingers wrapping around the barrel of his gun before he pulls it out.

Jungkook turns when he sees it, his own eyes wide as Seokjin aims it right at Minho’s forehead. That's what gets the smile to wipe from Minho’s face, the realization that something had switched inside the other leader.

“Seokjin, hey, don’t do this.” Jungkook reaches a hand out to place on his shoulder, urging him to drop the gun. “We have a plan, remember? You don’t have to get blood on your hands, brother.”

Seokjin doesn’t hear any of it, jaw clenched tightly as he stares at the Cobra’s eyes, hand trembling as he points his gun at him, every nerve ending screaming at him to stop, blending in with Jungkook’s pleas. “I want to kill him too, but you can’t do this.”

Minho’s surprise turns into nervous laughter, knowing his luck is coming to an end now that he’s face to face with the end of the barrel. “C’mon, listen to the boy, you don’t wanna do this right?”

Jungkook glares at the bloody Cobra again, his mocking words very well being what determines whether he dies now or not, fueling Seokjin's anger further until all he feels is the flames growing inside of him.

“Do you feel it?” he asks, voice low and emotionless. “That same sick fear Sungmin felt when you turned on him.”

Minho shuts up now, finally understanding why this was happening, what form of revenge this was, and all he can do is kneel here and take it. The few years spent wreaking havoc finally catching up to him, but for some reason he doesn’t feel the fear Seokjin’s talking about.

A sick smile spreads across his bloody lips as Seokjin cocks the safety back. “I’ll say hi to your brother when I see him.”

Jungkook gasps now as Seokjin finally pulls the trigger with no hesitation, averting his eyes as the sound vibrates in the air, the wet thump of Minho’s body hitting the floor a few feet away from his shoes making his breathing falter. He refuses to look at the body, turning his back to it all as Seokjin sighs and replaces the gun back behind his belt.

The dirty cops curse now as they see the new blood, the loss of whatever bets they had placed for how long Minho would last in his cell going down the drain now that Seokjin has finished him off. The leader doesn’t care, looking at the cop that had initially cuffed Minho and waving him over.

“Figure this out.” Is all he tells him before turning to face Jungkook, seeing the way the younger man goes silent at what he witnessed. “Go tell Y/N it’s dealt with, no more Minho, no more Cobras.”

Jungkook knows he's in no position to refuse, giving him a short nod before walking away. The other members stand by their bikes, all shell shocked at what just happened, none of them even questioning Jungkook as he straddles his Vulcan and wastes no time getting out of there as fast as he could.

He’s in a daze the whole way to the clubhouse, mind spinning with possibilities, wondering if you and Soobin had even made it there safely or if you’d been ambushed by the Cobras who followed you.

It’s not until he pulls into the clubhouse’s lot and sees the black Dyna with saddlebags that he lets his mind settle.

Cutting the engine off he practically leaps off his bike, in a haste to get inside and see you after all of this. He throws open the club’s doors, the resounding bang against the wall making everyone inside jump, the member’s girlfriends who sat surrounding you scolding him but he pays them no mind, making a beeline right to you.

You’re standing instantly, clear relief on your face when you see he’s okay. The girls had reassured you it would all be fine but you couldn’t allow yourself to believe it, not until you actually saw him.

“Oh my god, you’re here,” you breathe out, letting him wrap his arms around you, face burying in the crook of your neck as he holds you close. Your fingers press into his back, the rough leather feeling like home as you run over the seams of his patches.

“Yeah, can’t get rid of me now sweetheart,” he laughs out, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck before standing up straight. His words hold more meaning, the knowledge that you’d no longer have to deal with Minho obvious, not needed to be said out loud and to be honest, you don’t want him to. You’d rather believe he never existed, a horrible nightmare you were finally waking up from.

Jungkook takes note of your face now, the beginnings of a bruise blossoming by your cheekbone from earlier, the small cut on your throat no longer bleeding since one of the girls had helped you tend to it. His hand gently cups your cheek, softly rubbing the tender skin but your smile doesn’t falter, looking at him like it was the first time.

His eyes show clear exhaustion but the ever present love is still there on his face, shown on the swells of his cheeks as he smiles, the crinkle of his nose when he sees the way you stare at him. The black strands that fell over his face are raked back now, a disheveled mess that he’ll deal with later, once you’re both home and away from this.

“Do you wanna go?” he asks softly, face inching closer to yours as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Can we?” you wonder, not sure how the club ran and if you’d be allowed to just leave after this mayhem just happened. You desperately want to get away though, needing to be alone with Jungkook, not having the mental capacity to handle talking to the other members when they eventually arrive but one thing claws at your mind. “What’s going to happen to Soobin?”

Jungkook smiles at your worry, spotting the younger boy lounging on the couch, surrounded by a few of the hangouts that belong to Deep Six. “Namjoon will handle him, don’t worry he’ll be in good hands. Now let’s go.”

Stepping through the door of Jungkook’s house makes a weight lift off your shoulders, everything still the exact same from the last time you were here and as you walk into his room you see an additional photo on his nightstand now. It’s a photo of you alone, an older one he must have taken back when you would stick to the small conversations outside of the bodega, tongue stuck out and tinted blue from the candy you had consumed. It makes your heart warm in your chest.

“I missed you okay, don’t flame me for it,” he mumbles when he catches you staring at it, arm loosely slung around your waist as he presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“I would never flame you for this,” you scoff, chuckling when he snorts in response, rolling his eyes jokingly as he steps away from you and approaches the bathroom.

“I’m gonna shower really quick, make yourself comfy please.” He desperately wants to wipe himself clean of the grime, needing to shower in hot water to rid himself of the events of the day and you understand, giving him a simple nod as you settle on the bed.

The door of the bathroom is left cracked open, the sound of the water turning on spilling through, Jungkook’s low mumbling mixing in with it all and you smile. Falling back onto his sheets, the soft fabric rubs against your cheek, the prominent scent of fresh laundry mixed with the musk of his cologne filling your senses.

Your eyes flutter open, locking onto the first picture frame angled to face the bed, the same one you saw before. With a roll you’re able to reach it, fingers curling around the black frame and bringing the picture close to you. The image of the two of you smiling wide, locked in an embrace, is what finally lets you breathe.

Suddenly, the urge to be beside him takes over you, setting the frame back in it’s rightful spot as you stand up from the bed, slowly slipping out of your clothes before sneaking towards the bathroom.

As you push the door open you spot Jungkook through the steamed up glass doors, the ink on his arms looking like blobs from the fog, his head hung forward as he stands directly under the showerhead. He has his eyes shut, letting the water cascade down his back, washing away the stress of the last few weeks.

He hears the sliding of the glass door as you step in behind him, a soft smile on his face as he waits for you to make a move, the pleasant surprise being your soft hands wrapping around him. They gently settle over his chest, your cheek resting against his back as droplets of water flow down you too.

His skin feels smooth, hints of that lemon-rose body wash you know he loves filling your senses, making you cling to him tighter in search for comfort. Jungkook turns to look back at you, slowly twisting around in your grasp, letting you rest your cheek on his chest now.

With half opened eyes you see the swirls of ink centimeters from your face, the familiar wingspan of the owl and grey skulls tucked underneath letting you accept that he was actually here with you, a small hum of content leaving your lips as you press even closer to him.

That's when you spot the gold glimmer hung around his neck, something that was concealed under his shirt earlier, tucked away and kept safe. Your heart skips when you realize what it is, a golden letter of your first initial, long enough to rest between his lungs, right beside his heart.

“What’s this?”

He hums in question before looking down, seeing the way your nose nudges against the small charm resting on his chest, a small blush spreading on his cheeks. “I told you I missed you. I wasn’t lying.”

“Missed you more,” you mumble, pressing a soft kiss against his skin, warm drops of water felt against your lips, the soft beating of his heart lulling you into a state of serenity.

Jungkook’s arms wrap around you now, cradling your head close to him as he bends forward to rest his chin on your head. “You okay?” he wonders, hearing the way you snort before you move to look up at him instead.

“I think I should be asking you that.”

He smiles, face looking youthful as he does so, dewy cheeks shining in the light. “I’m fine baby, I just need you to know you’re going to be okay now.”

His hands move to cup your cheeks, needing you to understand how much he means that, determined to do absolutely anything to ensure you feel safe here, comfortable enough to be yourself, to not walk on eggshells around him.

You get it instantly though, knowing nothing but security when it comes to being around Jungkook, knowing that everything he says or promises you rings true. The feeling of being appreciated and cared for seems like such a minimal expectation, but after being without it for so long anything like this just makes you want to show him how much you care for him too.

So you do, leaning up on the tips of your toes until your lips are slotting perfectly between his, his nose nudging against your cheek as he tilts his head for you. The love you feel for him being shared between this, displayed in soft smacks of your lips, the gentle carding of his fingers through your hair, the breathy laugh he lets out between the splash of the water on the tiles when you playfully nip his lower lip.

“I know, I trust you Jungkook.” You mumble between kisses, your hand gliding down his sides. The tips of your fingers trace the lines of his muscles, familiarizing yourself with each curve of his ribs as you slide towards the center of his body, low low lower, until you’re grasping his cock in your palm.

He groans against your mouth now, weeks of not being around you and left to his own devices leaving him sensitive and needy for your touch. “Fuck Y/N.”

“Feel good?” you wonder, mouthing kisses along his jaw, down his neck and hearing how he hums in response. A shaky exhale spills from his lips when you start to pump your hands down his slowly hardening cock, fingers just shy of touching as you give him a squeeze. He feels heavy in your grasp, veins felt along your fingertips as you glide your hand back up to circle his engorged head, no doubt red and desperate for your attention.

“Yeah, feels good.”

His hands loosen their hold on you as you slowly start to drop down, a trail of kisses placed down his body before you’re settling onto your knees on the shower floor. Jungkook shivers when your nails lightly trace the tattoos on his thighs, following the cursive script on his right thigh before moving to the bold lines of the double headed wolf on his left. He’s patient as you admire his tattoos, knowing the wolf is one of your favorites, how you’ve called it a travesty because it’s hidden under his jeans half the time.

“Pretty,” you murmur, rubbing the skin with the pad of your thumb and a small smile on your face.

“You think so?” he humors you, letting his fingers softly card through your hair, push it off your face before it has a chance to obscure your vision.

“Yeah,” you sigh, grabbing the base of his cock once more, bulbous head already leaking from your gentle touches alone. “Your cock is prettier though.”

He hisses lightly, head dropping down to stare directly at you as you lead your mouth to press a soft kiss to the tip of his hardened cock, lips smearing the translucent beads of precum before you lick it off. With wide eyes you stare at him, looking as innocent as you can be when you gently lick a trail along the bottom of his cock. “Can I make you feel better?”

“F-fuck, please,” Jungkook sputters out, running a hand through his own hair to keep him from pushing you down onto his cock, head dropping back momentarily and letting the water flow down his inky locks before looking down once more.

The desperation lacing his voice makes your core throb, thighs pressing together as your mouth salivates at the sight of him. The tip of his cock peeks out each time you glide your hands down, precum gathering at the slit and looking so inviting. He watches with bated breath as you lick your lips over, jaw dropping open with your tongue pushed out slightly before you let him rest against it, the salty taste of him hitting your lips first as you wrap your mouth around him beautifully.

Jungkook swears he might cum now, slowly sinking into the wet, inviting warmth of your mouth, the slow bobs of your head teasing him as you pull back before sinking in further than the last. Your cheeks hollow out as you suck, eyes fluttering open to stare up at him as you swirl your tongue around his tip before swallowing him once more.

“Fuck, just like that,” he groans, thighs tense as you rest your hand against them, free hand still wrapped along the base of his cock to help you pump what you couldn’t yet fit in your mouth. “My pretty baby always does such a good job sucking my cock.”

His praise makes you hum against him, the vibrations felt along his length, sending a shiver up his spine, leaving his jaw clenched together as you sink down with more determination. As the tip of his cock prods at the back of your throat he lets out a moan of your name, fingers gripping the strands of your hair when you swallow, your throat tightening around him and making him shudder.

Your eyes stay locked on his, seeing the absolute pleasure etched onto his features, top teeth biting down on his glimmering lower lip, coated in his saliva and swollen from your kisses. As you repeat the same motion, sinking as far as you can with a wet slurp, Jungkook’s hips have a mind of their own, thrusting into your mouth without warning, too lost in the feeling of it but as you gag around his cock he pulls back instantly.

“Shit, sorry baby,” he apologizes, fingers pushing up your chin as he makes sure you’re okay.

With a wet cough you’re looking up at him with a glimmer in your eyes, pure mischief in your features and it makes his stomach flip, makes him want to ruin you. “Do that again, please,” you beg. “Fuck my mouth.”

Jungkook curses above you, hating the way his cock twitches at your filthy words, head screaming for him to do it, to do what you ask and have you gagging around his cock. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

“You won’t, I promise.”

He’s not given a moment to protest, the curve of your tongue underneath his cock pulling him in, allowing him to sink back into your mouth with ease, less resistant than before. The saliva gathered in your mouth aids in the slip, the obscene slurps echoing in the shower as you let the hand gripped around his cock fall to the side, a clear indicator for him to do what he wants.

Your jaw drops open further, nice and slack, lips pulled taut around him and he can’t help but thrust forward again, experimentally at first, barely an inch pushing forward but you hum in content, let your eyes fall shut as he repeats the motions.

Jungkook moans freely now, his free hand coming to gingerly cup your cheek, fingers resting along your jaw, soothing your skin as he fucks into your mouth. The small gags you let out bounce off the tiles, mix in with the wet thrusts of his cock hitting the back of your throat, the needy groans of your name flowing from his mouth. You can feel your own arousal coating your thighs, aching want growing inside of you with each cry he lets out.

“God, I love your mouth,” he rasps, smiling when he sees the bit of drool that spills from your lips, coating his cock in a nice sheen before dripping down your jaw and onto your skin. With a quivering breath you’re looking up at him again, misty eyes that reflect the light above you, tears coating your lower lashes before spilling over and down your face. Jungkook shushes you gently, thumb wiping away the stray tears in a sweet motion that contrast the way his hips snap forward, cursing as your throat squeezes around him.

You look absolutely wrecked, wet trails coating your cheeks, mixing in with the drool around your lips. Jungkook can feel his release creeping up on him, cock throbbing in your mouth, begging to be pushed further in so he can cum down your throat but he needs to get a taste of you first. Against all of his urges he’s pulling you off his messy length, slick with your spit and his precum as it bounces in the air.

“What happened?” You can barely speak, throat raw from his ministrations but you wanted to see him fall apart.

“Fuck,” he pants, chest heaving as he sees the way you look at him with swollen lips, tits covered in spit, coating your skin as it fell from your mouth, leaving your nipples pebbled between your piercings. “Don’t wanna cum down your throat.”

A deadly smile graces your face as you smirk, slowly lifting yourself up on weak legs. Your intention is clear as you turn around, palms placed against the damp shower wall and an enticing wiggle of your hips for his enjoyment. Jungkook throws his head back at the sight of your ass, skin smooth and inviting, not being able to resist the way his hand shoots forward to land a swift slap against your cheek, skin jiggling from the force as you giggle.

“No baby, not here.” He leans forward, caging you in with his chest pressing onto your back, sticky length slotted right between your ass as he rests his lips by your ear, slowly rutting against you. “Wanna take my time with you, the way I’ve always wanted to.”

His voice sends chills down your spine, makes goosebumps flare on your body as you bite your lip, nodding instantly at the proposition.

“Bed, now.”

You waste no time listening to him, pulling the shower door open before scurrying out of the bathroom, feet leaving a small trail of water before you reach the carpeted floors of his room.

Jungkook chuckles at your excitement, shutting off the shower before meeting you in there, seeing you perched on the bed already, body displayed like every one of his wet dreams. Your head is resting on the small mountain of pillows he has, pert breasts rising and falling with each of your breaths, feet gliding on his comforter as you slowly open up your thighs for him.

He licks his lips over at the sight, folds coated in your arousal, slick clinging to your thighs and showing him just how much you enjoyed having his cock in your mouth.

Jungkook slowly rests his palms on the bed, that same predatory look in his eyes that made your heart race, creeping forward in a slow glide that fills you with anticipation. He rubs the side of his face along your knee, eyes shut at the soft feeling of your skin, following the slope of your legs until he reaches the swell of your inner thighs.

You’re almost positive he has a kink for this, would most likely want nothing more than to slip his cock between the juncture of your thighs and get off that way, and considering you’d want nothing more than to do the same with his thighs you don’t tease him.

Instead you smile, drop a hand down to wipe away the small beads of water that coat his forehead, tracing the arch of his brows as he presses a kiss to your skin. His large palms come up to grope the meat of your thighs, firm squeezes that make your core throb, loving the roughness of his grip. A flash of gold catches his attention though, eyes widening slightly when he realizes he hadn’t taken his rings off in the shower. As he starts to slip them off you let out a whine in protest, gripping his wrist before he can pull them off, an eyebrow raised in question as you do so.

“Keep them on, please.”

Jungkook chuckles at your request, he knew how much you loved to feel them whenever he touched you so really, he should’ve known better but still he can’t help but tease you. “Dirty girl,” he kisses your skin once more. “Whatever my pretty baby wants.”

Securing the rings on his fingers he smiles up at you, resting on his tummy with his face inches from your pussy. He lets his hands trail teasing touches to your skin, inching towards your center before circling up to your mound.

“Miss your skirt,” he admits, his horny tendencies making him wish he could eat you out with it on just like last time, remembering all of the filthy things you’ve done with that flimsy article of clothing.

“I know you do, you horn dog. I’ll make sure to wear it next time,” you promise him, twirling a strand of his hair in your hands, giggling when he visibly perks up, wiggling his eyebrows at you before placing a firm kiss to your pussy. The first touch always sends you reeling, knowing exactly what's to come with Jungkook’s tongue you just lay back and enjoy.

His index finger comes down, gently pressing against your clit in a touch so light it makes you whimper, teasing circles intent to frustrate you judging by the smug smile on his lips.

“You’re so beautiful.” Is all he says before he’s licking a stripe up your folds, tip of his tongue collecting each drop of your arousal and groaning at the taste of you, still fully standing behind his statements of wanting to live between your legs.

His tongue feels like heaven, curling up as it flicks against your clit, his fingers spreading you apart so he could get a better taste. Plump lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently until you’re sighing above him, hips just barely rutting into his face, searching for more and he gives it to you. Nose buried into your mound as he sucks with more force, chuckling against your skin when your fingers yank at his hair, a moan of his name reaching his ears that he indulges in.

“Guk, ah!” you cry out as he hums around your clit, the soft vibrations shooting through your core, leaving you gasping as you throw your head back. There was nothing you loved more than having Jungkook ravish you, letting him break you down into a stuttering, crying mess all because of his mouth and he lived for it. He lived to see you whining, begging for him, it made his heart throb and his cock ache, getting absolute pleasure from seeing you enjoy yourself.

He knows what you really want though, his index finger slowly sliding down your slit, prodding at your entrance and the way your tight ring of muscles clench at his teasing makes him chuckle darkly. “Mm, so needy.”

“Shut up, want you.”

He circles his finger once more, letting the tip of it just barely sink into you. “Want me or my fingers, baby?”

“B-both, fuck Jungkook, please.” He finds your begging so cute, never one to deny you. Knowing you must be just as desperate as he is he finally lets his finger sink in, slipping into your warmth like it was meant to be there. Your walls suck him in, wrap around his digit until he’s pressed to the hilt, the cool sensation of his golden band felt against your skin and you mewl filthily at it.

Fuck you were dirty, but you were his and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

His lips resume what they were doing, lapping at your pussy as he pumps his finger into you, the gush of your arousal leaking around his fingers, dripping down your ass and onto the sheets below in a sticky mess. He doesn’t need you to beg for more, his middle finger quickly joining the first and stretching you open further, scissoring inside of you, curling up and rolling in a come here motion until you’re twitching in the sheets and rutting your hips up with more force.

“Again, f-fuck Guk,” you whine, words stretched out, dripping in lust and want and it was all for him. His lips latch around your clit again, slow pulses sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth, sending your mind spinning as he pumps his fingers into you in a smooth rhythm. The wet smack of his palm against your folds sounds like music to his ears, needing to hear it louder he adds his third finger in, the letters spelling SIX pressed flush against your cunt.

Jungkook knows it’s wrong, to find so much enjoyment in seeing his club name shining back at him, coating in strings of your arousal as you scream out his name, knowing he shouldn’t get this turned on after all the shit that happened today. But he lets himself have this moment, knowing you love feeling the rings press into your skin, fueling your desires and making the hunger grow in your mind.

He shuts his eyes now, fully savoring it all, smiling against you when he finds the soft patch inside of you, your hips writhing around as he rubs against it, walls fluttering around his digits.

“Close, don’t stop,” you laugh out, hysterical with lust as he shakes his head side to side against you, the ticklish feeling making the coil tighten inside of you. His fingers buried into your cunt, spreading you apart as he pumps them into you in a beautiful rhythm, it lights your skin up and leaves you craving the stretch of his cock, leaves your walls clamping around him in search for more.

Your hips work together with his tongue now, searching for your release in desperation and Jungkook is set on finding it for you, never ceasing his motions. He keeps the flow going, can feel your thighs twitching around him, your feet gliding uselessly on the sheets, chest hiccuping as your tummy tenses up. He knew your pussy well, could read your body with ease, and when you crane your head down to look at him, seeing his dark eyes boring into you with his lips latched onto your clit, you’re a goner.

“Oh fuck!” you scream out, hands pulling at his hair with force as your mind blanks, body set alight as your climax washes over you. White pleasure crashes against your skin, pulls you in with each wave, leaves you limp and sinking into the shores of your mind. Jungkook smirks at the way you go pliant in his grasp, hand dropping from his hair as he continues to suck against you, loving the small twitches of your body as he slurps the last drops of you with his tongue.

“Taste so good,” he murmurs, kissing your inner thighs, leaving a trail of wetness from his lips coated in your orgasm, sticky fingers clutching onto your hips. “Wanna have you for every meal.”

“You’re so corny,” you giggle out, spreading your thighs further apart as he slowly kisses his way up your body, his tongue peaking out and licking up your stomach, curling under the swell of your breast before he’s wrapping his lips around your nipple. The warmth of his mouth makes you gasp, pushing your chest up as you grip his hair again. His ringed hand grabs your neglected breast, squeezing the supple flesh before circling the hardened bud, the cool metal of your piercing felt against his fingers.

“I thought I was a horn dog,” he retorts as he pops off your nipple, leaving it coated in his saliva, glimmering in the dim light of his room.

“You’re both, like a two for one special.” Jungkook smiles at this, bunny teeth exposed as he chuckles, a slight shake of his head making his slowly drying strands fall around his face.

When you pucker out your lips for a kiss he reaches up to meet you, slick lips pressed against your own, swallowing the soft sighs you let out as you place your hands on his firm chest. He lets you push him over, flopping onto his back as you settle on top of him.

“Wanna ride you.” You say it so sweetly, like you’re asking him for a small favor instead of telling him you wanna rock his world in better words.

“Whatever you want baby,” he breathes out, back propped up by the pillows. He can feel your drenched core against him, his cock still hard and pressed against your ass, begging for your attention.

Large palms slide up your sides, roaming up your back in a soothing motion as you smile down at him, hand reaching behind you to grab his thick cock and position him at your entrance.

His tip prods at your entrance, a hushed sigh concealed by your lips as you slowly sink down. The stretch of his cock feeling like a delicious ache that you welcome with each inch you take, having missed the full feeling that came from this. You slide down all the way with a humph, thighs pressed flush against his as you moan unabashedly.

Jungkook feels like everything is right with the world now, buried inside your heat, feeling the small trembles of your body as he holds you close.

“Hold on,” he sighs out, hot pants of breath felt against your skin, palms digging into your back until your chest is flush with his. The last thing he wants is to bust his load this early, your warmth intoxicating him, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he groans. You need the time to adjust to his size anyways, a teasing smile on your face when you pinch his chin in your fingers, tilting his head up to stare at you before you’re crashing your lips against him once more.

Jungkook doesn’t know if this is any better, enjoying kissing you as much as he does fucking you but he can’t pull away, allowing you to lick your way into his mouth as his cock remains buried in your pussy. The curve of it nudges just right inside of you, pushes against the sweetest spots as you fidget in his lap, your tongue licking against his, tickling the roof of his mouth in that way he loves. He can feel his cock pulsing inside of you, the small flutters of your walls pulling him under, the puddle of your arousal dripping down his length and settling into his skin only making him want to thrust up into you.

His lashes flutter against his cheeks, the plush feeling of your lips making his heart race, eyes finally slipping open when you pull his lower lip back and let it snap against his teeth before licking at his lip ring teasingly.

“Ready?” you whisper, eyes half lidded and clouded with desire. Jungkook can only nod, exhaling a shaky breath when you lift your hips up slowly, tight walls dragging against his cock as you do so, the slick glide allowing you to raise until only his tip remains before you’re sinking back down. His hands glide down your back, rings leaving a cold trail on your skin as he reaches your ass, palms grabbing a firm handful as he helps you find your rhythm.

You loved when Jungkook took control, held you down and fucked you until you couldn’t see straight, left you crying as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you. But there was something special that coursed through you when the cards flipped, some sick rush that you know he felt too when you were on top, setting the pace. In reality you knew he was still in control, only letting you think you were in charge, mind convinced you were using him like your own personal sex toy. But the rough grip he has on your ass reminds you of the truth, and it instills that same thrill in you.

“Shit Y/N,” he drawls out as your hips gain fluidity, riding him with ease, walls sucking him in each time. His hand rears back, landing a sharp smack against your ass, smarting your skin as the sound echoes in the quiet room, your velvety walls tightening around him deliciously.

A small whimper leaves your mouth, begging him to do it again, to mark you up, make you remember this moment tomorrow so he does. The slight burn of the metal on your skin leaves you panting above him, picturing how pretty it’ll look tomorrow thanks to him.

With each smack of his palm you’re falling apart, arousal gushing out of you, increasing the volume of the wet squelches of your pussy being split open. The curve of his cock makes you dizzy, leaves you stuttering on top of him each time it rubs against that sweet spot inside of you. He can’t look away from where you connect, mesmerized by the way you cream his cock, leave it shiny and covered in your essence with each lift of your hips.

“Fuck you feel so good,” you mewl, gasping as his mouth once again envelopes around your tit, tongue lapping at your nipple, flicking it with a satisfied hum as you drop your head back, pushing your chest further into his mouth.

The added stimulation of his mouth turns you into a puddle above him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, hips never losing their motion.

Jungkook swears he’s never seen you look more beautiful than when you’re lost in your pleasure, jaw slack as you moan for him, eyes barely able to stay open as he fills you up just the way you’ve wanted. It’s the one thing you’ve been craving in your time apart, coming second in terms of spending time with him, but nothing compares to how quickly he’s able to make you fall apart.

“Gonna cum baby?” he teases, already feeling the way your walls tighten around him the longer you bounce on him. Sticking his tongue out, he lets it trail against your nipples as your tits jiggle from the action, enjoying the shiver that courses through you when you meet his gaze.

“Yeah,” you whine, letting his hands guide you, weak thighs slowly giving up on you as your second orgasm approaches you. His skin was slick with sweat now, resting his feet flat on the bed before he began thrusting up into you, meeting your hips each time you came back down, his cock felt deep inside of you, tip of his length kissing your cervix each time, making sparks flash behind your lids each time you blinked.

With a trembling hand you’re sliding it down your body, fingers meeting your sensitive clit and nearly sobbing as you start to circle the swollen bundle of nerves. A choked moan fills the air, eyes rolling back as the euphoric feeling shoots through you, fingers pushing yourself over the edge for the second time this night.

Jungkook looks at you with stars in his eyes, mouth dropped open in awe as you cum around his cock, leave it nice and creamy, weak body resting on him as he fucks you through it until you're keening from overstimulation and retracting your hand from your throbbing clit. His hands slide along your body as you tremble, soft pants hitting his skin and making him shiver.

“You good baby?” he pants, stilling your hips and gently flipping the two of you over once again, sticky length slipping out of you as he rubs the side of your face.

“Never better,” you sigh in a daze, legs spreading apart for him once more, moaning softly when you feel his heavy cock pressed against your slit, still just as hard as it was when he fucked your throat in the shower. “Fuck me, wanna feel you fill me up Guk.”

Jungkook hums at your words as he fists his cock, giving it a few languid pumps before slapping it against your pussy, chuckling darkly when you twitch at the sensation. With a quiet moan he’s guiding his cock back into your messy cunt with an embarrassing squelch, the wet noise filling the room as he starts a quick pace.

You’re beyond sensitive now, soft mewls leaving your mouth with each thrust, tender walls fluttering against him and Jungkook knows he’ll never want to be with anyone else. His eyes lock onto yours, amazed at how easy it is to turn you into a blubbering mess beneath him, to have you staring at him with teary eyes and drool nearly dripping out of your mouth from how drunk his cock made you feel.

His hands cling to your hips now, so tightly it dimples your skin, keeps you in place as he pistons into you. Deliberate rolls of his hips that are intent to make you scream his name, something you easily do when he hits the right spot inside of you, cock filling you up perfectly.

Jungkook doesn’t know where to look, overwhelmed with the moment, eyes floating from your scrunched up face, the way your tits bounce with each thrust, and your drenched pussy sucking him back in each time. It’s sensory overload for him, his heart pounding in his chest as he takes it all in, palms sliding further up until he’s gliding up your ribs. His thumbs rub the undersides of your breasts for a brief moment as he speeds up, hands eventually moving to rest by your head as he leans further over you, desperate for his release.

Each of his thrusts has his gold chain rocking above you, your first initial glimmering in the light as it just barely grazes the tip of your nose. You’re transfixed on it, bleary vision focusing on it as you whine out his name, seeing it sway with each rock of his hips and suddenly it hits you, crashing over you in a sobering realization.

You love him.

Your hands slide up, tracing the bold six on his upper right arm and for once not feeling ashamed at the sight of it, gliding further up and around his shoulders while you desperately wrap them around him as you stare up at him. “I love you, fuck I love you so much.” It comes out as a cry, sounding delirious from the way it slurs together but you mean it just the same.

His fluid hips falter for a moment, shocked at first, brows pinched together in confusion when he thinks he heard you wrong. “What?”

“I love you Jungkook,” you repeat without hesitation, a nervous look on your face that slowly fades when you see the realization on his features, eyes wide, relief on his face in the form of a smile at knowing you loved him too.

“Fuck, I love you too baby,” he moans deeply, bending forward to kiss you, sloppy as you pant into each others mouths, teeth knocking from the force of his thrusts but it does the job. “So fucking much.”

Your heart swells at his confession, everything wrong in your life becoming obsolete because of this moment. Every single wrong decision, horrible days lumped on end with rays of light found in the slices of time spent with him feels worth it now. All that matters is him, seeing him above you with pure adoration on his face, looking at you like you were the one responsible for the sun coming up every morning. You hope he knows the feeling is mutual, runs just as deep inside of you because you knew he was responsible for the stars in the sky.

A particular thrust brings you back, gasping for air as his hips snap against yours, thighs slapping together as he picks up his pace, feeling the way you tighten around him. Your hands rush to cup his face, staring up at him with love floating around you, seeing his doe eyes gleaming as you do so.

He smiles as you start pulsing around him, knowing how sensitive your pussy is after cumming twice back to back, angling his hips to fuck you just right, snickering when you squeal in pleasure. “You close?”

“Mhm,” you mewl, hooking your legs around him, keeping him close as his pelvis rubs against your sensitive clit deliciously. “Guk,” you whine out and he knows what you want, not even needing you to ask before he’s smiling down at you.

“Open your mouth love.” You comply instantly, eyes fluttering shut as he revs his throat and spits into your mouth, thick glob of saliva hitting your tongue and you moan at the sensation, throat moving as you swallow the load before sticking it back out for more.

“That's my good girl, fuck,” he grunts when your moans raise in pitch, eyes locked onto his as your pleasure spikes, blooms in your stomach and starts to spread, pleas for more begging him not to stop. “Wanna feel you cum around my cock again baby, c’mon.”

“Guk, please.” Your hands hold onto him for dear life, face pinched together in the cutest scowl, lips swollen from how hard you bite them, moans still managing to slip past as you let the feeling take over you.

With a few more thrusts you’re pushed over the edge, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure rocks through you, buzzing felt all the way down to your fingertips as you cum. Jungkook is in awe once more as he watches you, the prettiest face as you fall apart and cry out his name.

“Fuck you’re mine,” he grunts, hand sliding up your throat and towards your face, cupping your cheek until his thumb glides across your slick lower lip, tracing the curve of it tenderly.

“Yours,” you slur out, tongue peaking out to lick his finger before he’s slipping it into your mouth, groaning as you suck on it, swirling your tongue around it and hollowing your cheeks as if it was his cock.

“Fuck, fuck,” he chants, loud slaps of your skin connecting sounding like pure sin. “Never getting rid of me baby, mine forever.” His hips thrust sloppily now, your mewls of pleasure spurring him on.

“Gonna fill you up,” he grunts out, needing to fill you to the brim, claim you as his the way he always did, wanting nothing more than to see globs of his cum leaking out of you.

“Please,” you plead around his finger, and it's the last sound he hears before he’s spilling his load inside of you with a string of profanities, thick cock twitching as spurts of his cum warm up your walls, shallow thrusts into your messy cunt riding him out until he’s stilling his hips altogether.

His whole body trembles for a minute, brain wiped clean as the feeling rocks through him, finally coming back and seeing you sprawled out underneath him with a satisfied smile. Your chest heaves as you attempt to catch your breath, a soft mewl escaping you when his softening cock slips out of you, the gush of cum dripping out making you want to clamp your thighs shut but his hands stop you.

Jungkook shushes you gently when you whine as his fingers gather the globs of white, slowly pushing them back into you until you’re fully stuffed once more. He admires your sodden folds, resting back on his haunches with a proud smirk.

Your foot playfully nudges along the tattoos of his thighs, both of you panting and sweaty on the sheets, in a warm daze from the ecstasy still coursing through your veins. Jungkook looks down at you with a lovestruck smile. “I love you,” he repeats, needing to say it out of the throes of pleasure, to confirm it wasn’t something he imagined.

“I love you more,” you reply, squealing as he lunges towards you in favor of attacking your face with kisses, wet and sloppy, his large hands cupping your face and smothering you with love. You don’t fight it, letting yourself bask in it, in the soft laughter that spills from his mouth, the warm embrace around you as he pulls you close to him, flipping you over until you’re nuzzled by his side.

For the first time in months you’re no longer on borrowed time, being able to enjoy Jungkook's company longer than a few hours at a time and it makes you smile, snuggling into his chest so cutely he looks down at you.

“What?”

“Just thinking that I get to sleep with you for the first time tonight,” you whisper it out, almost like you’re embarrassed at admitting it, but he feels the same, his arm tightening around you with a soft sigh.

“Mm, yeah, we get to wake up together too.” He enjoys the smile on your face at his words, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple now. “Why are you thinking about sleep though, I told you I wanted to take my time with you tonight.”

You look up at him with wide eyes, your body still thrumming from the three orgasms you had, knowing you couldn’t do another this soon. “Jungkook, I can’t.”

“Sounds like a challenge,” he jokes, hands tightening around your hips and laughing as you try to wiggle yourself out of his grasp, his competitive streak making him determined to have you falling apart if it’s the last thing he does and from the look on his face you can already tell it’s going to be a long night.

“Put the fucking hat on!” Taehyung scolds Soobin from beside him, thrusting the fuzzy Santa hat at the younger boy with a threatening glare. Soobin knows he doesn’t mean any harm, the small smile on his face showing his true intentions so he accepts, huffing dramatically as he puts it on, adjusting it just right until Taehyung is smiling in appreciation.

You watch from the sidelines, a smile on your face as you see the families gathered at the front of the clubhouse. Deep Six was hosting their annual toy drive for Christmas, something that may seem a little bizarre with all things considered but it was something that Seokjin stood strongly behind, wanting to do something for the children of the community.

Soobin and Taehyung stood at the front lines, full tombstone patches on their leather jackets and obnoxious Santa hats on their heads in order to appeal to the children. It seems to be working, kids not shying away as they crouch down to speak to them with smiles on their faces.

“So, when are you two popping one out?” Jimin speaks from beside you, a knowing smirk on his face when you and Jungkook both whip your head to look at him so fast he swears you must have gotten whiplash.

“Woah woah, let us enjoy our time together as a duo before you come over here manifesting a child.” Jungkook huffs jokingly, slinging an arm around you and pulling you into his side.

Jimin pouts, dramatic like always. “Sorry, I just wanna be an uncle dammit!”

Hoseok walks out just in time to hear the end of his sentence and a scowl is immediately on his face. “Fuck you, you’re already an uncle,” he grumbles, his ten month old daughter hiked on his hip, the cutest pigtails on her head with a baby leather vest on, the words baby six embroidered onto it.

Jimin spins around instantly, cooing at baby Yeona with his arms outstretched, a smile on his face when she reaches out for him. Hoseok's wife shakes her head in disbelief as Yeona allows herself to be scooped out of her fathers arms way too easily. “Of course I am, I love my little niece.”

Jungkook sighs beside you at the interaction, looking down at you to see you’re already staring at him. “Do you want kids?”

It takes you a second to think about it, nodding as you smile at him. “Yeah eventually, do you?”

“Yeah, when the time is right.” He smiles back, eyes locking onto Yeona and Jimin now dancing around the lot while she giggles, showing the dimples on her soft cheeks.

You hum in agreement, also looking at the families lingering in the clubhouse before spotting the plethora of bikes lined against the back wall. “I don’t think I'm ready to give up riding on a bike just yet.”

That sobers Jungkook up in a flash, his hands coming up in surrender. “Hold up, who said anything about giving up riding bikes?”

“Jungkook, if we have a baby we need an actual car, for a car seat?”

He scoffs, waving his arm around. “Nonsense, we can just get one of those sidecar attachments.”

You pause for a minute, letting the gears turn in his head and hoping he would come to his senses, but when he says nothing you press your lips together. “Guk, our baby can’t ride in a sidecar, I'm pretty sure that's illegal and also immoral.”

“Fine,” he sighs, “what about a dog?”

“You want a dog?”

“I want four.”

“You want four?” you laugh, not knowing where this was coming from at all. He had grown an obsession with checking the local dog shelters late at night and showing you the available puppies with tears in his eyes but he had never mentioned anything about adopting one.

“Yeah, do the math. I can double strap, have one on my chest and the other on my back right?” He waits for you to nod before continuing, “And you can ride your bike and double strap the other two, just picture them with their little goggles and helmets.” He coos so sweetly, lips pouting out at the thought of it, already picturing the two of you cruising around with dogs strapped on like fucking backpacks.

You can’t help but smile at your boyfriend, cupping his cheeks as you kiss him gently. “You’re fucking crazy,” he kisses back with his own smile. “One dog.”

“Deal.” He agrees without putting up a fight, the call of his name grabbing his attention, pulling away from you to go help Yoongi and Namjoon as they pull the full boxes of donations away.

You watch him with those same lovesick eyes you always had, seeing when he goes back to the front and speaks to the children out there, allowing them to trace the patches on his arms with a wide smile on his face, animatedly telling them stories that make them giggle.

Maybe four dogs and a baby wasn’t such a bad idea if it was with him.

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