tusiastic

[tusiastic]

Fighter - Three

Synopsis: YN, a young student in her final year of a master’s degree in international business, is forced to move. She is in a “bad” part of Seoul, without much income. Prostitution, drugs, and violence are commonplace, and the police think twice before setting foot in the area. Jungkook, a young student living alone in this cruel world, is forced to fight underground to earn money to pay for his rent and expensive studies. Unfortunately, the two young people meet in a very inconvenient situation and will see their lives change overnight.

Warning: Mention of alcohol, violence (fight), bad words, flirting that will make you sleep upright; the rest you will discover as you read, no spoilers. 😉

Word count: 12.8k

Chapter song: Unstoppable - NEFFEX

n/a: English is not my first language, so I may have missed some mistakes while proofreading. Happy New Year to all! May this year be full of joy and success. It took a long time, but it's finally here! I had a lot of fun writing this part, and I hope you enjoy it. Enjoy reading, and please don’t forget to vote, comment, and ask questions if there are any. 😁.

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Hearing the garbage truck outside because of the windows' poor insulation, you estimated it was early morning, around 6:30. It's often around this time that they pass through your neighborhood.

Changing position in your bed, you toss and turn, trying to find a more comfortable position to immerse yourself in the world of dreams a little longer.

Since you hadn't found an internship, there was no point in getting up early. The deadline for finding and applying for an internship at your university was yesterday. It was too late to find anything; even the meaningless internships wouldn't serve.

Fortunately, you had the chance to try your luck the following school year. But this was your one and only chance. If you hadn't found anything by the start of the new school year, you'd be off to do it again. Since you'd passed your previous semester, you didn't have to attend classes; you only completed your six-month internship before writing and defending a thesis before finally graduating and bidding farewell to student life.

In the meantime, you had plenty of time to find something to do, so you wouldn't rush things and enjoy a little more time to make up for missed sleep.

Besides, you couldn't even remember how you got home. Still with your eyes closed, yet wide awake, your brain hadn't allowed you to sleep peacefully, projecting a few vague, disordered images.

You only knew that Jungkook had told Minjun he was taking you home... Jungkook...

You jumped up, sitting on the bed, finally awake and disoriented. Once you knew where you were, you concluded you weren't home.

You turned on the bedside lamp and noticed the room was tiny and dilapidated. The curtains blocked out the sun's rays, but given the time the alarm clock indicated, the sun hadn't risen yet, at least not entirely.

The walls were in a deplorable state. There were holes here and there, probably from bullet holes. Some of them had been shabbily plugged with plaster, but nobody had bothered to repaint over them, leaving big white marks on a disgusting salmon-orange wall.

An old wooden cross stood just above your head, and the bed's headboard was made of old bars.

There were two single beds in the room. Your bed was the one against the wall, just below the window, while barely a meter away from you was another identical bed, with only a pitiful little bedside table separating them.

The state of the other bed indicated that you hadn't spent the night alone. Jungkook had been keeping you company. But you didn't know that the poor man hadn't slept a wink all night and watched over you with his eyes glued to the bedroom door.

He knew what went on inside the walls of such buildings. Prostitution, kidnapping, and worse. But there was no way he would let a stranger into his home. Sure, he'd saved you on your first night in the neighborhood and offered to keep an eye on you for tonight, but deep down, he didn't know you.

He didn't doubt your innocence, but you never know. That's why he preferred to bring you to this hotel so that you couldn't say where he lived in case you got into trouble and were asked where he lived.

Jungkook was no fool. If you lived a life like he did, fighting underground for a few years, you'd have accumulated countless enemies, and almost certainly, unfortunately for you, some of them must have interacted with you.

Living in the neighborhood and frequenting the Den, you'll quickly learn that rumors travel faster than the blink of an eye. So it's for your own good to avoid each other.

Although you were not close, and Jungkook had no intention of becoming so, it was best to maintain a distance between you both. This protects you from further harm and ensures that he does not waste his time unnecessarily saving a stranger. He has more important matters to attend to than playing the hero.

Before ending whatever you guys had, he left the room quickly to buy you hangover medicine and haejangguk, a soup known for its effectiveness against hangovers. Haejangguk is a soup with Chinese cabbage, vegetables, and meat cooked in beef broth.

Having no table, he had left them on the bed he had occupied at night. As you approach the latter to take the contents left by Jungkook, you notice that he has left a note.

"Eat quickly. Come to your senses and get the hell out of here. Your car is parked in front of the entrance on your left. Stay out of trouble, princess. - JK. "

"Tsk." A simple good morning sufficed.

Barely awake, and you were already in a bad mood. Even when Jungkook wasn't around, he still managed to annoy you. On the other hand, you had to admit, it was nice of him to think of your hangover. He didn't have to.

Although you like to contradict and annoy him, you followed his instructions today. You do not even eat the haejangguk; instead, you take the hangover medicine, pack your things, and leave the hellish place. Opening the bedroom door, you stumble into a sinister, dark corridor.

"And they dare to call it a hotel. This is more like a place straight out of hell."

A few holes in the wall allowed the first thin rays of sunlight to enter. As you turn at the end of the corridor, you encounter a man lying on the floor, who appears to be heavily intoxicated. It is unclear whether he is breathing, and you wouldn't approach him to find out.

You quickly exited this gloomy place, taking the stairs despite the strong smell of urine and vomit. You passed through an empty reception area before leaving the key on the counter and skipping out.

As indicated in Jungkook's note, your car was parked near the entrance to this so-called hotel. Thank goodness you found it in one piece and in its original condition.

It was time to go home, shower, and enjoy the haejangguk.

The rest of the day had been dull. You tried your best to find something to do but soon ran out of options. It had been a few weeks since you'd watched the last game of AOT (Attack on Titans), and you'd finished it for good. It was the same for Naruto and Naruto Shippuden. You'd started Boruto but weren't too hooked after watching a few episodes. Maybe it was because you'd watched both Naruto series in succession. So you will let some time go by before picking it up again.

So, that afternoon, you opted for something different. You've been watching a Thai BL series. You even came to envy the characters. Sure, their stories had plenty of drama, but at least they weren't alone and had someone who shared their feelings.

In these moments, you realized just how alone you were in this world. No parents, no family, no friends, let alone a boyfriend. You even acknowledged that no one would notice if anything ever happened to you.

If at least you had a job or were still going to class, your absence would be noted, but you had neither. In your current situation, the only way your disappearance will be noted is by your landlord when you stop paying the rent, which would be too late.

"You lead a sorrowful life, my poor girl." Sighing, you look towards the wall clock and notice that the day is drawing to a close and sunset is just around the corner.

Grabbing your plaid, journal, phone, AirPods, and small portable photo printer, you headed for your fridge, grabbed a couple of cans of beer, and headed up to the rooftop to which only you had access.

With all the events that had taken place in your life over the last few days, you'd still found time to do up the roof, which from now on would be your safe place in this corrupt and hellish world.

You had bought artificial turf to cover the rough concrete floor. On the left-hand side, you had placed a small round garden table in case you wanted to eat quietly one day while admiring the view and take advantage of the sunny days to sunbathe a little. Moreover, the timing was perfect, as you had no neighbors. No one would notice if you felt like sunbathing in the nude, which was an idea to keep in your mind.

Continuing your property tour, you added plant pots and flowerpots here and there. Garden gnomes would keep you company on days like today when you came alone, which would be very often until proven otherwise.

There were a few comfortable bean bags where you could take delicious naps. You'd hung a few rows of garlands that could be recharged using solar panels. You'd hung a few more on the concrete railing.

You still had some things to buy, but for the moment, it was already better and more comfortable than before.

Although you'd invested in a table and some footstools, you decided to stand on the concrete balcony railing for now. You use a small bench already there the day you moved in to do this. You climb on it before finding yourself with both feet dangling in the air and looking off into the distance.

You had an incredible view. The sky was painted in a multitude of colors. Even though the sky was still blue when you looked overhead, the blue faded to violet in the distance, then pink, red, and finally orange. This orange color revived to become brighter, even golden, as the sun was setting. The clouds, too, took on a completely different color, blending in with those of the sky.

From where you stood, you had a view of the Namsan Tower. But unlike its usual size, it looked tiny to you.

At this very moment, to put you in an even more relaxed mood, you put on your Airpods and switch on your chillax playlist on Spotify before pulling out your phone and taking many photos.

Still enjoying the presence of the sun and its last majestic moments, you open your first can of beer and take a sip.

You take a deep breath before releasing it all.

"Now that's what I call living." You didn't understand how quiet moments like that scare some people.

Not that you judged them, because you're no one to judge others. But you didn't understand how people can't stand to be alone and have quiet moments. You didn't understand how people lived constantly surrounded by many people. A loner as you are, the little time you get to hang out with your classmates, your social battery runs out in a snap. Living like this, going out and partying every day, you'd end up losing your mind or shooting yourself between the eyes. But that was just your personal opinion. Everyone was free to live as they wished.

The music playing in your ears, matching the comfortable atmosphere, was interrupted by Siri's robotic voice.

"You have an incoming call from 'My Hero.' Would you like to take the call?" Who the hell is my hero? You had no idea you'd registered a contact under that name. Especially as you didn't have any friends, you got on well with only a few classmates, but not enough to call them that.

Curiosity killing the cat, you decide to take the call anyway.

"Hello?" Your voice sounded uncertain.

"Isn't it very cordial to take pictures of your neighbors without their knowledge?" An unfamiliar male voice sounded from the other end of the line. "What about other people's image rights and privacy rights?"

You were confused. What was your neighbor talking about?

"Excuse me, but I think you've got the wrong person." You were about to hang up when his voice rang out again.

"Ouch. You offend me, YN." The sound of your first name calls out to you. "It pains me to see you not recognize your savior's voice." There was sarcasm in his voice, a far cry from the sorrow he claimed to feel.

"My savior?" You twisted your brain in all directions but didn't recognize the person. The only person who could have that title was-

"Jung... Jungkook?"

"Bingo. Princess." The more he spoke, the more his voice sounded like Jungkook's. How did this moron get your number?

"How?"

"Face ID is great these days. You should be more careful when you sleep in the company of strangers."

"Don't worry, after that one, I learned my lesson. The question is, why?" This question had been burning your lips since you learned of his identity.

"As much as I don't want to, we'll see a lot of each other. So I thought, 'Why not?' "

"Bold of you to think I'd want to see you."

"Stop giving yourself such big shoes to fill, princess. We both know you're dying to see me again. In fact, to make it easier for you, I will give you a little present." You could tell from his voice that he was smirking.

"Oh, yeah? What?" You expected anything but what he was about to tell you.

"Look ahead." By pure automatism, you look in the direction of the ground, which makes Jungkook laugh.

"I said before you, not toward the ground, dummy." You're about to throw a good one in his face when your gaze fixes on a point across the street.

In the house opposite yours was a shirtless Jungkook perched at his window.

You'd already seen him shirtless on your first visit to the Den when he was fighting Bazooka. But his constant movements had made it hard for you to get a good look at him. But now that he was standing in front of you, motionless, you had all the time in the world to look at him and analyze him in depth.

He looked like he'd just stepped out of the shower. He had a small white towel around his neck, which he'd probably used to dry his hair. His pecs were well-rounded and prominent. Since his forearms were resting on the window railing, you couldn't see his abs very well, but you could see two small valleys announcing their start.

"Take a picture, it'll stay longer."

Out of your contemplation, your defensive mode is directly activated.

"Like I'd want to waste space on my phone's storage with a picture of you. Although, I could use it to scare the monsters out from under my bed."

"That's perfect, princess. That way, I'll be your hero once again."

You pretend to find his words hilarious. "In your dreams, Quasimodo."

"Are you aware that in the end, Quasimodo is considered a hero? So that little nickname coming from you sounds like a compliment." From your perch, you see Jungkook bring a hand to his heart as if your words had gone straight to it.

"It wasn't a compliment, you fool. You're insufferable." This makes him laugh and brings a smile to your face.

Although you pretended you couldn't stand him, you couldn't hide that he wasn't unpleasant to look at and that his company wasn't unpleasant either. Moreover, he seemed alright from the few times you'd been around him. He was a bit like you, a good person in a world of bullies, trying to survive as best as possible.

Besides, it reminds you that you hadn't had a chance to thank him for caring for you and saving you from a massive headache again.

"By the way, thanks for last night and this morning."

"Stop it, princess, you'll make me shed a tear." He teases you again.

Rolling your eyes, you reply. "No, forget what I said. I'll take it back. That'll teach me to be polite to a guy with an ego as big as his head."

His laugh was soft, childlike, though infectious, provoking yours in return. "But seriously." He says once he regains his seriousness. "Watch out. I won't be around all the time. Remember, some weirdos are lurking around."

"I told you yesterday, and I'm telling you again, I don't need to be taken care of. So you don't have to worry, Mr. Vigilante."

"Ha. Right," Jungkook figured you were too naive for this world. He didn't know your situation or even if you had a family, but he said you seemed to have been raised in the world of Care Bears. The few times he'd seen you, you'd been wrapped up in a mess, or almost certainly would have been if he hadn't intervened yesterday.

But he didn't know anything about you or your story. He didn't know that you were an orphan and that, for a time, you'd been living on the streets. Fighting tooth and nail for an expired milk carton before entering the orphanage. He also didn't know how many times you'd moved from family to family before finding the right one, only to have it savagely ripped away from you overnight.

But that was too topical for him to know. You doubted he'd ever find out.

"Anyway, thanks again." He doesn't respond verbally; you just see him nod. "Hey? You going to the Den tonight?"

Jungkook didn't understand the reason for your question but answered you anyway. "No. I only go there when I have fights."

If you only knew how much Jungkook hated this place and its atmosphere. He only goes there because the pay is attractive, which allows him to pay his rent and schooling, as well as what will enable him to make ends meet.

"Why do you ask?" You couldn't see, but Jungkook raises an eyebrow skeptically.

"No reason. Pure curiosity, that's all."

"YN, curiosity killed the cat. And a little friendly advice: you shouldn't go back there."

"Tsk, I didn't know we'd become friends." You retort.

"Us, friends? Ha. No, baby, you're the bane of my existence, a far cry from what I call being friends. It's just that I don't want to have to step in again to save your pretty little ass from the brink again. I've already had my fill."

"Don't worry, dear, you're the last person I'd ask for help in a jam." You could hardly believe it yourself, so Jungkook's following reaction was well and truly understandable.

"We'll see about that."

"Your lack of faith in me is hurtful." You tell him falsely offended.

"And justified. Remind me how we met?" Silence on your part had answered him. "That's what I say."

"Shut up, Quasimodo." For all answers, Jungkook sends you a floating kiss, which you pretend to dodge, almost falling backward.

Regaining your balance, you send an embarrassed smile toward your hero slash neighbor. In worry, Jungkook straightens; if looks could kill, you'd already be six feet under.

"YN, I swear you'll be the death of me."

To kill your discomfort, you retort, "Like that will keep me up at night. Sounds like a you problem, buddy."

For all answers, Jungkook shakes his head.

"That's not all, but I've got to go, princess. I remind you, I have a life."

You give him the thumbs-up and thank him again, but Jungkook says one last thing before you hang up. "Good night, neighbor. And try not to kill yourself coming down from your perch."

"I might come and haunt you." You hear him laugh. "Good night, Quasimodo." Then you hang up.

You watch as your new neighbor closes his windows and sinks into his home. On the other hand, you decide to stay outside a little longer, admiring the starry sky, while the music picks up where it left off.

It's crazy to say that some stars you're looking at now no longer exist. The sky is something that will always fascinate you. The days go by, and not for a single day will the sky resemble that of the day before or two or even three centuries ago. The same goes for the stars.

Many of today's stars are already dead. Some are so far away that their light takes billions of years to reach us. In the meantime, something may have happened to them, causing them to disappear from the universe.

That's why we say looking at the sky is like looking into the past.

It's also why you didn't understand people who bought stars. Sure, it may be romantic and incredible, but in the end, they're probably buying something that no longer exists.

But then again, you're not judging anyone or anything. Once again, you're just stating your opinion. Still, if someone were to tell you and prove that they'd bought you a star, you'd be touched by the gesture because, in the end, it's the gesture and the intention that counts.

Opening your second can of beer, you take a few sips before turning your attention to your phone and the little photo printer, long abandoned on the low wall beside you.

Like all other youngsters and children from your orphanage, you participated in a therapy session. And during one of them, the psychologist suggested that you take some time to write down everything that was going on in your head in a journal. This would allow you to clear your mind of all the toxins, doubts, and questions that poisoned your spirit to make way for serenity.

So, for years, you'd been playing the game. At first, you were a little lost, not knowing what to write down. Then, as time passed, you gave your imagination desires and needs free rein. You wrote about your experiences during the day. But also your doubts, your sorrows, the words of a song running through your head. Inspiring phrases that matched your life and state of mind at the time.

Tonight, you decided to put up the photo you'd taken of the sunset and, with it, your thoughts of the moment.

You thanked the heavens for having put Jungkook in your path, which at the moment was proving to be a beautiful encounter. Just like the magnificent sunset, he had brought a little color into your dull life, dulled by time and the deeds and accomplishments of recent times. And even if Jungkook's presence in your life is as fleeting as the time of a sunset, you'll always be grateful to him.

As night falls, you return to the shelter of your home. Leaning back on your bed, you gaze up at the ceiling of your room, asking yourself: "And now, what?"

You'll be out of school for a year with no source of income. If you wanted to continue living under this roof, you'd have to work your ass off to find something to pay the rent and make ends meet. You had no choice but to work and no longer rely on the government aid given to young students in times of hardship.

From now on, you have to rely on your own resources and manage to bring home the money and the food, like the big girl you are.

You spend about two hours looking for ads for odd jobs here and there on the Internet, but nothing comes up. At least, nothing exciting or close to home. Most ads come from the center of Seoul, only a few kilometers from where you live. Doing a thankless job, finishing very late at night, and having to take public transport for forty-five or even an hour's journey is demotivating.

But just as you were giving up hope of finding anything tonight, a flash from the night before comes back to mind.

Before you were entirely out of your mind, you remembered that Minjun had put up an ad saying they were looking for a bartender.

Admittedly, there were better kinds of jobs than this - you were bound to come across some insufferable drunkards and guys who would be quick to want to have you in their bed. Not to mention the harmful, violent, and damaging atmosphere for your little person, but on the other hand was that it wasn't really far from home, and you already knew Minjun.

You've got nothing to lose by trying. You can always break the contract if it becomes too much of a burden.

You didn't have Minjun's number and couldn't find the bar's contact details online. You had no choice but to go there and talk to him face-to-face.

It was still early, so the place was closed to the public. You hoped, by some miracle, that Minjun would already be there and that they'd agree to let you talk to him.

The two substantial black doors were closed, so you knocked forcefully on the door without wasting any more time and praying to heaven that you'd be heard. The place was vast, and you had to go down some stairs before you could access the main space, so you wouldn't typically make yourself heard by knocking.

A few moments later, having achieved nothing, you try again. You were about to knock a third time, but the door opened, almost hitting you in the face.

A man, no... a gorilla opens the door. He was most certainly two meters by two meters. You could even bet he was wider than your fridge. Dressed in black from head to toe, while he had an earpiece in his ear.

"Drop by later, we're closed." The man grunts and shuts the door in your face without even giving you time to express yourself. Except that, before he's had a chance to close it completely, you block it with your foot, just like you've seen people do in the movies. Except in the film, they don't show how much this shit hurts.

Swallowing a complaint, you try to negotiate with a gorilla. "I know, but please, I need to talk to Minjun. It's about the barmaid position." Scrutinizing you up and down, the man opens the door a little more, barely enough to let you in.

"Thank you."

He lets you pass him before locking the large doors and asking you to follow him. After descending the few steps separating you from the main area, you notice that everything has stayed the same as the previous day. The only difference was that all the lights were on, and you had a better view of the space.

"Minjun, there's someone here for you. It's about the bartender position." Announces the gorilla, immediately stepping aside to resume his activities, leaving you alone facing an empty bar. Empty until you hear the clink of glass bottles before a brunette head appears in your field of vision.

"Good evening-" Rising to his feet and looking in your direction, Minjun seemed surprised to see you standing before him.

"So, just like that, little one wants to play in the big leagues." He teases.

"Yeah, well, I'm not necessarily thrilled with the idea, but I'm really in need."

"Do you have any experience in the field?" Minjun rests his forearms on the counter, putting down what he is doing to give you his full attention.

"If you consider drinking everything you can get your hands on when you find out your ex is cheating on you, then yes."

"Tsk." He shakes his head, escaping a small laugh. "That's not exactly reassuring, little one. But you're lucky we're actually in need." This isn't very advantageous for him because whoever says no experience says training and lack of time to train you. But on the plus side, you're already there, and there are still three hours to go before the first customers show up. So he had some time to show you the basics, and he'd show you the rest as time went on and as you needed it.

"Join me behind the counter. I'll show you where things are and the most basic and common recipes. But before that, I'll show you the staff changing rooms where you can get rid of your stuff." He said once you'd joined him behind the bar counter.

You passed through a door linking the bar directly to the storeroom, which gave direct access to a corridor that only staff could use, leading to a checkroom and toilets. There was also another door on the left, providing access to the outside. "You can go through there when you start your shifts instead of through the front door, but also to smoke during your breaks or just to get some fresh air."

Having cleared away your belongings and returned to the bar, you give Minjun a hand. You restocked the drinks and other things you would need during the evening. You were also allowed to familiarize yourself more with where everything was placed.

Minjun also took the opportunity to explain a few recipes to you. "Don't worry if you can't remember them; just have some cheat sheet on the worktop." Indeed, some small laminated sheets were stuck on the worktop and on the counter's inner barrier, sheltered from the customers' view. "Cheater."

"What? Sometimes even the best have memory lapses." He pats you on the shoulder teasingly.

"Anyway, the most important thing is not to panic at the sight of the crowd. Do the orders one by one to avoid getting lost, and if you have any doubts, don't hesitate to come and ask me or Sohan, the other barman."

You nod and continue to prepare the drinks he asks you to practice. It wasn't all plain sailing. Tonight, you had to prove to him and the others that you were trustworthy and that you did indeed belong here. Besides, it was one less thing to worry about.

"When do I start?" You ask.

"Are you free tonight?" You nod, "Then tonight will be."

Oh. That fast? At least you won't have to wait long to have an answer. Mentally unprepared, you start to feel your hands becoming sweating.

"Be thankful tonight's fight was between amateurs and not Bullet Fists. Otherwise, it would have been hell for you."

Bullet Fists. Jungkook. Quasimodo.

You hadn't thought much about it, but working at the Den - if it became official in the days - meant you might see your beautiful neighbor more often than you'd imagined, which, in all honesty, wasn't unpleasant.

"Good." He says, clapping his hands and pulling you out of your thoughts. "Let's talk about the payment." Now you were starting to speak the same language.

"For tonight, if you can make it to the end and manage properly, you'll be paid 1 .291 .689₩" (€900 │ $991.30 │ £780.41).

"That much?" Shocked to earn so much for a few hours of work.

"Yeah, not counting tips from customers. And if you ever come to do business with us, you'll earn double. Don't forget, darling, that you're working in a place that's underground and where money flows freely."

No wonder, even in places like this, some people like you accept work without worrying about the risks.

"We've got half an hour before we open. Do you think that's enough time to get dolled up? I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for in the lost and found." He points to you.

"Did you guys find make-up?"

"You'll be shocked at how much we find once the customers leave."

Wasting no more time, you head off to the changing rooms and rummage through the lost and found. Everything: lipsticks, pencils, liner, mascara, perfume, clothes, and even shoes and telephones. It's in circumstances like this that you realize how absent-minded people can be when they're drunk. Worst of all, no one seems to have come to claim them.

It was barely ten o'clock on a Saturday morning when Jungkook's phone rang while he slept peacefully. The only sound in his house was his snoring, which clattered against his bedroom walls.

At first, Jungkook thought the unbearable noise from his phone was a dream, but when his subconscious awakened, trapping Jungkook in between the real world and the dream world, he realized it was his phone ringing.

He groped his mattress for his phone without even opening his eyes.

"What?" His morning voice was hoarse, low, and raspy. He knew very well who was on the line. That dog-bark ringing was registered to his "trainer," or the man who only called him when he had to fight for large sums of money.

"A little respect for your elders, you moron." Jungkook didn't care; he only wanted to go back to sleep. The night before, Jungkook stayed up until four to finish a job due first thing Monday.

This assignment was a group project, but Jungkook did it alone as usual, refusing to waste time socializing with his classmates.

"Get on with it." he barks again, becoming increasingly grumpy.

"All right, then. Tonight. The Den. Fight against Bazooka. See you at midnight. Is that short enough for Sleeping Beauty?" His trainer teased, knowing full well that this was playing on the younger man's nerves.

"Hmm." Jungkook grunts, rubbing his face against the mattress for lack of a pillow. "I've told you before that for this sort of thing, you can leave a message just fine."

"Yeah, and run the risk of you not reading it."

"Tsk. As if I'm going to miss an opportunity to kick this bastard's ass. Besides, it looks like last time's beating wasn't enough for him."

"Apparently not. Jung-Ho's trainer kept bombarding my phone with calls and messages to arrange a meeting between you."

"That guy must really be a masochist." Says Jungkook, referring to his opponent, fully awake now.

"Or maybe he's fallen for your charm." Jungkook rolls his eyes as his trainer laughs at the possible situation.

"It's possible. He's not the first and certainly won't be the last. Everyone falls for Bullet Fists' charm and charisma."

"Okay. That's my cue to cut this call short. You're fully awake, and your oversized ego has resurfaced."

"Oh, come on, coach, fess up. You've fallen for it too."

"Yeah, right. Well, come on, kid. Don't forget, midnight sharp." Then he hangs up.

It had been a week since Jungkook had set foot in the Den, and he wasn't unhappy about it. The farther away he was from this place, the better off he was.

Since the death of his parents a few years ago, when Jungkook was just eighteen, his life has been turned upside down.

This happened during the summer vacations when his parents were away on a romantic evening without Jungkook. On their way home, they were hit by a car belonging to a group of young people returning from a night out.

The news sent Jungkook into a frenzy, and he was only calmed when he made those responsible for his parents' death pay.

Before the death of his parents, Jungkook was what we consider a good boy. Polite, kind, helpful, and very shy. Especially towards girls. Today, Jungkook was a completely different man. Rude to some, no longer shy and charming. He was a massive hit with the ladies.

But deep down, he was still the sweet boy he once was; it's just that after all the shit life had thrown at him in the dark hours of his life, Jungkook found himself trapped in a darkness that refused to leave him.

It was pure chance that one night, he came across a man who later became his coach. It was this man who had introduced him to the life of an underground fighter he led today.

He had no ill intentions towards Jungkook. He wanted to help him, but he didn't have the means to do so, so he did it the only way he knew how. He had seen a glimmer of hope and life in Jungkook that he hadn't believed in for many years.

So the man welcomed him into the cubbyhole that was his apartment and taught him how to fight. Introducing him to street fighting was the only way he could help Jungkook make a decent sum of money fairly quickly.

In return, without realizing it, Jungkook brought a glimmer of life into the man who had taken him in. He let him know what it was like to be a father. For the man, Seokjin, life wasn't all rosy either, and Jungkook had given him a breath of fresh air.

The relationship between Jungkook and Seokjin was not just that of coach and fighter. It was that of a father and son but also of two brothers.

Seokjin sometimes regretted his decision to introduce his dark life to Jungkook. But as he looked back on Jungkook's living conditions when he first met him, he felt the poor boy could have fallen even further.

For the rest of the day, Jungkook prepared for his evening fight. With all the money he'd made from his fights, he'd been able to save up enough to buy some body-building equipment.

But while taking a break after having already trained for an hour and forty-five minutes without respite, he allowed himself a break to drink water and smoke.

Opening his windows, his gaze wandered in the direction of your home. Who would have thought that the distressed young woman he saved one evening would turn his thoughts upside down?

It had been a week since your last interaction, but it was still fresh in his mind.

It may have been wrong and out of place given the circumstances in which your paths crossed, but Jungkook still remembers the shape of your topless, perfect body.

The image of the valley of your breasts, though covered by your bra, haunted his memory. The curves of your body, right where it should be, the warmth of your body caressing his. Your scent still wafting through his car after he dropped you off at home.

Then, that famous night after his fight just a week ago when he'd realized you were his kind of girl. Sweet and naive, but also a strong woman with much fight.

The cat-and-mouse game you two played over the phone was like sweet music in his ears.

That night at the dingy hotel, Jungkook couldn't close his eyes all night, his gaze riveted on your silhouette, which he glimpsed thanks to the moonbeams seeping through the window. And although you found yourself in a nauseating place with a man you didn't really know, you slept so peacefully. As if you trusted him completely.

"Idiot." Yet a gentle, blissful smile that gave him a boyish air had taken possession of his soft lips.

Realizing how silly he looked, Jungkook shook his head to chase away these ideas that would get him nowhere. On the other hand, even though he hadn't heard from you since that famous time, he had noticed that you'd been going out at the same time for the past week and coming home at noon.

And here you are again.

Not that he was worried but curious. What could you be doing alone at such hours when you'd only just moved into a neighborhood like this?

"What are you meddling with, man? What she does or doesn't do is none of your business." And with that reprimand, he closes his windows to get ready.

"Hey, Little one. So, are you ready for the big night?" Minjun and Sohan were already behind the counter, preparing the necessities for tonight.

"What do you mean?" You shook off your belongings as the two men exchanged a look.

"You don't know who's fighting tonight?" You shake your head. "Bullet Fists versus Bazooka. So expect to get ripped off at the controls." Sohan was a tall man with blue hair and black eyes, although he opted for green lenses tonight. He also had muscles, and from what you'd seen during his last fight, Sohan seemed a little less muscular than Jungkook. He wore his hair up and back, which highlighted his face.

Like Minjun and you, he was dressed entirely in black. A slim black shirt with a few buttons undone and jeans pants adorned his legs, while his look was finished off with a pair of combat boots.

Minjun was dressed pretty much the same as Johan, the only difference being that he wore a tight T-shirt, revealing his muscles and pectorals. As for his black hair, it was in its usual form, with its fringe parted in the middle of his forehead. Giving him a bad-boy look.

Without planning it with your two colleagues, you'd opt for an all-black look tonight. Loose hair with a few curls, prominent make-up with smoky eyes, making your gaze bewitching. You wore a tight, sheer lace crop top. Accompanying your femme fatale look, you wore a high-waisted leather skirt with a slit up the right thigh. And while heeled boots would have been perfect, you couldn't forget that you would spend the rest of the evening standing behind the counter, so you left it out, opting for combat boots with clutches, which was very handy for putting your tips in.

"Awesome. I'm going to get my first rush. Not stressful at all." You give them a tense little smile.

"Don't worry." Minjun places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "We'll do as usual. You take orders individually and ask us what you need."

The two men are pretty pleased with your work. They see that you're giving it your all and already have your bearings, although you haven't been here long.

"Don't worry about it. Don't think about it; everything's going to be fine."

"Now go and get ready because the first wave of customers is coming."

It had already been two hours since you'd arrived, and the crowd was still growing, but the good news was that you were keeping up just as well as your two colleagues. 

As you prepared the orders, you couldn't help glancing around the room in search of just one person. You kept wondering if he was already there? Was he too stressed? And would he stop by the bar for a drink before his fight? 

And yet, five fights had already taken place, and the sixth had just begun, with no sign of your neighbor. As the show's highlight, the Bullet Fists and Bazooka fight was decreed to be the last. It's all very strategic. The organizers know that their audience's two favorites are these two fighters - mainly Bullet Fists - so by making them fight last, they're sure to attract more customers and make a maximum profit from the beginning to the end of the evening.  

Meanwhile, you hoped to see Jungkook before he entered the cage, but your hopes were dashed as his fight drew nearer. Deciding not to dwell on the subject any longer, you return the drinks to one customer before moving on to another. 

"Good evening. What can I get you?" You change your look of disappointment to a broad business smile. 

When your gaze settles on the customer in question, you have a vague impression of having seen him somewhere before, but you are having trouble remembering where and when precisely. 

"I'd say the bombshell I'm looking at." Pfff. So, he falls into the category of annoying, redneck customer. But hey, you're not going to criticize and try to make him understand nicely that you won't go any further than serving his order. 

"Ha. That's going to be tricky, buddy." You were trying to say it with a teasing attitude. It's not like you were with Jungkook, but a little more distant, leaning more towards sarcasm than anything else. 

It's well known that barmen/barmaids are known to be flirts; it's part of the show if they feel like ending up with tips; after all, they have to make a living from their trade. 

"Nothing's really complicated when you really want it to be." You hold back from telling him that so he has his answer, but you hold back, not wanting to be rude and risk losing your job just a week in. 

"What can I put you down for?" Not wanting to waste more time in his company, you change the subject directly. Not to mention that the line is getting longer and longer, so you've got your work cut out for you. It's either he orders, or he bolts. 

"Pint of ruby, baby." Boy, did you hate it when someone as reluctant as him called you baby? 

It's crazy because you'd never talked to him about your life before, and yet he was already pissing you off. Some people like that don't do anything to us, but just seeing them or hearing their voices takes us out of our depths. It's something inexplicable, and yet you were ready to put your hand on the fact that you weren't the only one in the world to feel that way, and secretly, it reassured you. 

"Right away." Unfortunately for you, the draught beer tap was right in front of you, so you had no escape route, but on the bright side, you could quickly give him his order as soon as you'd finished serving it and hope he'd get out of the way as soon as possible too. 

Misfortune never comes alone. While the man already had his order in hand, he was still perched on the counter, clinging on as if his life depended on it. Worst of all, his gaze never left your side, and you hated the feeling of being spied on.

"I've never seen you around here. You must be new around here." Your only response was a vague glance in her direction as you continued to prepare another customer's order. 

"I would like to be a dead leaf in front of your door so that you can overwhelm me with your beauty every time you leave your house." Hang in there, YN; you'll be fine. Just don't roll your eyes at him. 

Sohan, who wasn't far from you, seemed to have heard the shit flirty floppy pickup lines the stranger was trying to throw at you because when your eyes met, he laughed.

Returning the order to the customer, you moved on to the next one. Fortunately, this time, you had to prepare a cocktail, and what you needed was laid out on the worktop behind you, giving you a little respite from the dolt guy starting to get on your nerves. 

You tried to drag out the process of preparing the cocktail as best you could, taking your time and making the pleasure of not hearing the sound of his voice last, but all good things must come to an end, and you had to turn around to give the customer his order back and cash it at the same time. 

As you waited for the customer to enter his credit card code on the EPT machine, the guy took the opportunity to pull another bullshit. 

"Your ass is so beautiful; it's a shame you have to sit on it." You'd like to know where he comes up with these ready-made moronic phrases. 

"Let me guess," you say, addressing the guy, "Last night you had trouble falling asleep, so you couldn't think of anything better than searching the internet for 'the top 50 worst pickup lines for hitting on a girl?" 

Sohan and Minjun were preparing their own orders without losing any of your interaction with the stranger and couldn't help but laugh at what you said, which had the knack of nipping the other guy in the bud for a while. 

Unfortunately for him, just as he was most certainly about to come out with some new bullshit, a slightly older guy interrupts him. 

"Jung-Ho, man, I've been looking for you for ten minutes. Hurry up; it's time to get ready for the fight." Without the annoying guy - Jung-Ho, from what you'd heard - even having time to retaliate, his buddy drags him by the arm away from the bar. 

Unaware that you were holding your breath, you let go of it suddenly, a sign of relief, while you gave a small smile to a customer who hadn't lost anything for some time. 

Some time had passed after Jung-Ho had been dragged off somewhere, and in the meantime, the previous fight had just ended. One of the fighters ended badly banged up by his opponent's blows. 

"YN, flee. Go take a five-minute break." Minjun takes the bottle of vodka from your hand.

"But there are still plenty of customers."

"Don't worry, the crowd is thinning out. We can handle it." Sohan takes you by the forearm and gently pushes you toward the back door. 

"All right." Crossing the storeroom and the back corridor leading to the checkroom, you enter the room before grabbing your pack of cigarettes and your lighter and using the door leading to the back exit for staff members only. 

And to think you never smoked before. It all started three years ago when your life became a mess, and you found yourself with your head underwater. Alone in the world, with no one to turn to or confide in while your life took such a rapid turn that you couldn't keep up. 

You were aware that this wasn't the best solution, but the temptation had been stronger, and you took up smoking. 

It's unfortunate to say, but smoking takes away all the pressure you build up over a day. Sometimes, you manage to go days without smoking, but these past few days, when you're faced with a heavy, tiring day, you sometimes smoke a few. Ironically, as a smoker, you hate the smell of cigarettes and, even worse, the smell of cold tobacco. That's why you invested in an electronic cigarette. Not only could you control the level of nicotine you consumed, but you could also have the possibility to change the taste, and even better, you didn't have the stench of cold tobacco.

You used it more at home because even though you had a roof terrace, you were sometimes too lazy to go out just to smoke even more when the evenings were cold. And that awful smell was out of the question.

But in the evening or at work, you'd allow yourself a few normal cigarettes. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, delighted to see so many of you here. The moment of the long-awaited evening is finally upon us. The fight we've all been waiting for is about to begin." 

That was your signal to go back inside. The fight you, too, had been waiting for was about to begin, and the boys could finally take their break in turn. 

"So, without further ado, give your champion a fervent cheer to encourage them." Back at the bar, you noticed no more customers surrounded the counter, all drawn like flies had taken their places around the cage. "I hope you've made your bets, and may luck be with you." 

Since there were no customers, Minjun and Sohan went off to take their break simultaneously. "Let's start immediately by calling the young stallion, the handsome one, the tall one I named Ba-Zoo-Ka." 

As last time, cheers and jeers are heard in the hall. When the named Bazooka enters the cage. Your drink in your mouth goes down the wrong hole when you swallow. 

Bazooka is none other than Jung-Ho, a.k.a. the super-boring guy with the stupid pickup lines. 

Showing off, he waves to the crowd and sends flying kisses in the direction of the ladies before stepping into a corner, wisely awaiting the arrival of his opponent. 

"Now, let's all cheer for your favorite, the charmer, the beast, the god. I named Bullet Fists." 

Once again, it was to the sound of NEFFEX that Jungkook decided to enter. But this time, he changed his sound, opting for Untoppable.

I'm unstoppable (yeah)

Do the impossible (that's right)

I'm irresponsible (oh)

Yet I'm phenomenal (oh)

I got an arsenal (oh, yeah)

I'm dropping bombs, you know (oh, yeah)

No, I'm not stopping, no (let's go)

Conquer the obstacle (yeah)

Jungkook usually chooses his songs according to his current state of mind. Tonight, he chose this song because he wanted his opponent to understand that he would do everything he could to win this fight and make his opponent bite the dust. Jungkook was unstoppable and had come tonight to conquer the obstacle and return home with the spoils.

To the top, here I go, think I'm chosen

To be the king of rock, think the people have spoken

I can hear the tic toc of the clock, I'm in motion

So, now I'm gonna pop, causing all this commotion, yeah

Entering the cage in his turn, just like his opponent, Jungkook makes the rounds, charming the women with smiles and winks.

Positioning himself on the opposite side of the cage from Jung-Ho, Jungkook discards his black-and-white silk bathrobe before baling it up and tossing it over the cage towards his coach, Seokjin.

When the ring girl finishes her turn, holding high the sign indicating the first round, she exits the cage, closing the door behind her. In no time at all, the ring gong sounds, signaling the start of the match.

The crowd holds its breath, and so do you, waiting for one of the two opponents to throw the first punch.

Impatient to make his opponent pay for the beating he had given him the previous time, Jung-Ho launched himself first, advancing toward Jungkook before trying to throw his fist in his face. However, Jungkook was beginning to know his opponent's habits, as he didn't play on the element of surprise, making him predictable for his opponent.

Sohan and Minjun return from their break, and you hand them their drink, which you had prepared in advance, knowing the two men's predilection after the week spent in their company.

Rounding the balcony, the three of you sit on the high stools while enjoying your drink and well-deserved rest after charcoaling like mad for over three hours without a break.

"So, what did we miss?" Sohan asks, his eyes still riveted on the battle ahead.

"Nothing. It just started." Sohan nods. "Did you know the pathetic guy was Jungkook's opponent tonight?" The two men look at each other, laughing.

"Yeah. He's a regular here."

"And Bullet Fists' number one opponent." Says each of your colleagues in turn. "Every week he's there, trying to get his revenge on the previous time, but every time the result comes back to be the same." Adds Minjun.

"Let me guess, defeat." You ask without really asking.

"Bull's-eye, young lady," Sohan replies as your conversation dies and you focus on the fight.

Jungkook does nothing but take Jung-Ho's blows, much to the frustration of his supporters. He parries them without a care, but some manage to hit him.

"What you're witnessing is typical Bullet Fists." Riveting your attention in Minjun's direction, you waited for him to elaborate. "The fans don't understand that Jungkook takes his opponent's blows not to waste their time but to analyze his opponent."

"You see," Minjun continues his explanation. "By cashing in Bazooka's blows, Bullet Fists analyzes his power and strong and weak points. From the strength of his blows to the stability of his body and fighting style. That way, once Jungkook has deciphered his opponent a little, he can strike at Jung-Ho's weak points, ensuring victory."

"Besides," Sohan continued, "it allows him one more thing."

"What?" You ask.

"It allows him to tire out his opponent faster."

"What do you mean?" It's super nice of them to explain the fight to you. It's nice to watch the proceedings before you, but it's better to watch and understand the tactics and techniques of the fight and the fighters.

"Take a good look at Jung-Ho; how does he seem? Focus on the movements of his breathing, the expression on his face, but above all on his current performance compared to what it was at the beginning of the engagement."

In turn, you analyze the fight, and some things have changed.

"His breathing seems to be getting faster and irregular. He seems irritated and annoyed while his blows are slower and less frequent than before."

"I'm proud of you, little one. Give me five." Minjun says to you.

"So, in conclusion...?" Sohan asks you.

"As a result, I feel that Jung-Ho is already tiring." You conclude.

"Right on the money. And get ready because, in the next round, Jungkook will make mincemeat of Jung-Ho. For a change."

Again, the three of you focus on the fight while sipping drinks.

When the three minutes are up, the gong rings again, indicating a one-minute break for the boxers.

A few people return to the bar to replenish their drinks before the next kick-off. Only a few people, just a handful, return to their seats once the gong has sounded again. You take the opportunity to refill your glass with your favorite drink and those of the boys before joining them on the high stool you occupied before.

As Sohan told you, Jungkook makes short work of his opponent without finishing him off. But this time, he's not only taking the blows, he's also delivering them, which revives the crowd with every impact, raising the excitement level.

Unlike the rest of the room, the bar was also lit, which was pitch black except for a few neon lights and the ring light. Not with a powerful light, but somewhat subdued, allowing you to work in good conditions. As Jungkook shifted position, his gaze wandered over the crowd. But against all odds, his gaze landed on the bar where, despite the poor lighting, Jungkook noticed three people sitting there.

It's true that, returning to the Den today, Jungkook had vaguely heard that they had recruited a new person for the bar and that, this time, it was a young woman. But he hadn't given it much thought. Now that he could see her in the dark, he couldn't suppress the feeling of familiarity.

So, dodging a last-second blow from his opponent. Jungkook looked back toward the bar, and with a bit of prodding to adapt his view to the necessary condition, he saw that the young woman in the company of the usual bartenders was none other than you. YN. The woman who, for a week, had been haunting his thoughts.

"What?" His contemplation is interrupted by a right hook from his opponent, which causes silence from the people in the room and jubilation from Jung-Ho.

Unable to retaliate, as the gong sounds again, indicating the end of the second round, Jungkook returns to his corner.

From where he stood, Jungkook had a perfect view of the bar. If his memories were correct, he told you not to return to the Den during your phone call. So what the hell were you doing here. He only hoped that you weren't the new barmaid the others discussed.

"Pighead." You were pretty true to yourself, just going through the motions when he'd told you otherwise.

During his whole minute's pause, Jungkook hadn't taken his eyes off you, which didn't go unnoticed by Jung-Ho. Had Jungkook had a case with this chick? That was the question on Jung-Ho's mind. Were you related to him? He didn't know that; all he knew was that you'd attracted the attention of his sworn enemy and that he intended to use it to his advantage.

The Ring Girl finishes her round after indicating the third round, leave, the gong sounds, and the third round begins where the previous one left off.

Jungkook throws Jung-Ho a straight punch right in the face. As the punch was thrown and Jungkook's fist made contact with his opponent's nose, he felt a crack coming from his opponent. He had just broken his nose. Confirmation followed as soon as Jung-Ho's nose bled.

The blow had knocked him back a few steps, and instinctively, Jung-Ho brought his hand to his bruised nose.

"I see you saw my chick at the bar. So don't try anything with her because she's mine." Jung-Ho was playing with fire and knew it very well; he knew full well that Jungkook would retaliate, but the game was worth the candle. He wanted to get him off his back, and he was going to succeed. He would try with words if he couldn't rattle his opponent with blows.

This was precisely why Jungkook didn't get involved with anyone, to avoid this situation. To prevent his opponents from finding his weak point(s) and turning them against him. Yet he hadn't been able to help himself tonight with you, and as feared, his opponent had caught on and was now making him pay for his imprudence.

On the other hand, Jungkook wasn't fooled; he knew what Jung-Ho was up to by using you against him. But if his aim was to piss him off, he must not have been very clever because Jungkook was going to let off steam. So, in both cases, Jung-Ho would come out as the loser and more humiliated than on previous occasions.

"Once I'm done with you, I'll take care of her. Take her back to my place and fuck her so hard, she'll forget her own name."

Jungkook knew reacting or feeling affected by these words was pointless, especially since he was nothing and no one to you. He was just a simple guy who was lucky enough to be around when you needed him and who helped you out a few times before you found out he was your neighbor. Your 'relationship' ended there.

Then why did he feel a lousy emotion surging inside him? Usually, when his opponents tried this childish tactic on him - Jung-Ho was not the first and certainly not the last to do so - they couldn't succeed. Usually, they'd try it with the few booty calls Jungkook had, thinking they were his girlfriend, but they'd just turn out to be chicks he'd slept with.

With you, however, it's not the same. The man feels possessiveness, no, rather a protective instinct towards you. An attraction that's still difficult for him to determine is whether it's because he wants to have you constantly with him or whether it's simply physical attraction. In either case, he wasn't going to try to figure out which one turned out to be his.

You didn't understand what was going on between the two men. All you could see, however, was that Jung-Ho was engaged in a monologue, and by Jungkook's facial expression, you'd be willing to bet it was getting on his nerves.

Although there had been no physical exertion on the fighters' part, Jungkook's breathing was jerky. His face was closed, eyebrows furrowed as he played with his tongue, caressing the inner corner of his cheek. His closed eyes made him vulnerable to his opponent, yet Jungkook didn't care. He was trying to channel his nerves and calm down before committing the irreparable.

Although, as an underground fighter, Jungkook avoided having a man's blood on his hands. For the stupidest, most inconsequential thing Jung-Ho could be, for Jungkook's psychological sake, he was trying not to kill him tonight.

But the more obscene things came out of Jung-Ho's foul mouth, the more difficult it became.

From your point of view, everything happened very quickly for the human eye and brain to properly assimilate and transmit what happened to the brain. The only thing you and the supporters knew was that one second, Jung-Ho, a.k.a Bazooka, was standing with a goofy grin, and the next, he was knocked to the ground.

The crowd went wild, and the referee entered the cage to start the countdown to ten. Inwardly and unconsciously, you prayed that Jung-Ho would stay down and that Jungkook would be the big winner.

At the end of the ten seconds, Bullet Fists is crowned the winner after knocking out his opponent.

Once all the evening's fights were over, people went home. It's been almost an hour since everything ended, and still no Jungkook in sight. So you get on with life and work with Minjun and Sohan, who can't stop talking about tonight's fights.

Meanwhile, you continued wiping glasses, Minjun washed and disinfected the counter and worktop, and Sohan cleaned and put away bottles.

"Hey man, what can I get you?" Sohan's voice snaps you out of your concentration, and you rivet your attention to the person he is addressing.

Finally, Jungkook showed up. You couldn't see his full clothes, but he wore a black hoodie. He was kindly seated on the counter's high stool.

"As usual, but give me a triple shot." With that, Sohan grabs the bottle of Whisky and, as requested, pours a triple shot before adding a large diamond-sized ice cube.

Although you try to make eye contact with Jungkook, he seems determined not to meet your gaze. Pretending to be focused on his glass and its contents before drinking it and asking for more.

Finish wiping up and putting away the last glass, you take the bottle of Whiskey from Sohan's hands.

"Don't worry, I'll manage." You dismiss him as he takes the opportunity to grab the mop and take care of the floor.

Meanwhile, you pour the bottle's contents into Jungkook's glass before handing it to him. Reaching for the glass, his fingers brush yours. It's undoubtedly a cliché to say it, but as you do so, a gentle warmth seizes you while an electric current runs through your body, causing goosebumps.

But as if burned by fire, Jungkook quickly moves his hand away from you and sips the drink. You didn't understand this distance on his part. You knew he was ignoring you, but the question was, why?

During your last exchange, everything had gone well, so you didn't understand his hostile behavior towards you. Ignoring all this, you tried an approach.

"Hey, Quasimodo, that was a hell of a fight. What did he say to you, Bazooka, to get you all worked up and send him to dreamland." You try to tease him to dispel the electricity between you.

There's nothing worse in this world than the silent treatment and being ignored by someone. Jungkook heard you all right. You had no doubt about that. You were alone in the room, Minjun having finished his duty while Sohan had gone to put the mop away in its place.

Instead of answering you, Jungkook empties his glass and stubbornly does not address you or even look at you; he gestures for you to serve him again.

"No." Two could play this stubborn game.

Surprised, Jungkook decided to look at you at last, one eyebrow raised as if to ask if you were serious, which you were. You close the bottle and put it back to show him you weren't joking.

Jungkook gives a little laugh, taken aback by your audacity. "All right."

He stands up, throws a bill on the counter, and heads for the exit without giving you another glance.

On the other hand, in total incomprehension, you let out a loud sigh.

"Trouble in paradise, sexy?" Startling you by not having seen him coming, you turn your head to come face to face with a rather severely banged-up Jung-Ho.

"Not in the least." You pretended to be busy so as not to have to interact with the individual. Luckily, you still had Jungkook's glass to wash.

"Can you pour me a drink?" Jung-Ho asks.

"Sorry, but the bar's closed, and I don't know if you realize it, but tonight was pretty hectic, and I just want to go home."

"All right, what do you say we go back to your place, and you buy me a drink?"

The audacity of this guy. What could you say to get him off your back once and for all? It was late at night, and your socializing battery was at minus a thousand, so you were planning to make it clear to him word for word that you weren't interested in him, but you didn't have the time to do it.

You were so absorbed in avoiding Jung-Ho that you hadn't noticed that Jungkook was still present, standing in the middle of the stairs. He had caught all of your interaction with his opponent.

He was determined to ignore you and head home for a hot shower to relax his tense muscles. He would also take the opportunity to treat his wounds before throwing himself on his bed, but once again, you eradicated his plans.

He couldn't ignore the obscene images playing in his head. Imagining everything, Jung-Ho told him he would do to you once the fight ended. He turned around and walked back down the steps towards the bar.

"For fuck's sake, Jungkook." He berates himself as he braves the distance between you.

"Get your stuff, we're going home." And lo and behold, once again, Jungkook holds out the stick to be beaten.

"Excuse me?" Stunned by his nerve. First, he ignores you for no good reason, and now he wants to take you home? What a joke.

"Grab your stuff, and let's get out of here." Minjun and Sohan return from wherever they are and stumble upon a scene they never thought they'd witness, especially from Jungkook.

In all the years the two men had worked in the Den and rubbed shoulders with Jungkook, they'd never seen him in such a state.

"Who's we? You, you mean."

Closing his eyes and sighing, Jungkook blurts, "YN, don't play smart with me. I'm exhausted and want to go home." He finally opens his eyes, and his gaze is dark. "Get your damn things, and let's go home."

"The lady doesn't want to go home with you, buddy. So fuck off." Swings Jung-Ho finds the situation amusing and throws more fuel on the fire.

"You shut up, you prick." Jungkook was ready to knock him out again, but Minjun intervened.

"Okay, guys, let's take it down a notch. The fight's over."

"Here." Sohan hands your jacket and bag before gently pushing you out from behind the bar.

"See you Tuesday," Minjun tells you as you walk past him.

"All right, I'm going home, but definitely not with you." You walk past a greatly annoyed Jungkook and pretend to ignore him as you put your leather jacket back on before adjusting your bag over your shoulder.

"I'm going to kill her," Jungkook mutters to himself before taking you by the hand and dragging you to the exit.

"What the fuck, man? I can walk on my own."

Suddenly, just as you'd reached level zero and were walking down the short corridor to the exit, Jungkook pushed you against the wall, trapping your body between the wall and his body.

"Don't play with my nerves, princess. I think I've had enough for tonight."

"Then leave me alone and go home." You shake off his hold and leave the building before starting to walk in the direction of your home.

"Don't be stubborn, YN, and let me take you home."

"How kind of you to come to my aid, my good man. But I can get home just fine on my own." His attitude and mood swings were beginning to make your head spin and play with your nerves.

"Goddammit, woman, get back here." Jungkook couldn't take it anymore. So he runs after you, grabs you in bride mode, being sure you can't get out of his grip, and walks towards his car the opposite way you'd gone.

Arriving at his vehicle, Jungkook unlocks it and opens the passenger-side door before sitting you in the front seat and buckling your seatbelt.

"I know how to buckle myself in. " You clap your hands to ward them off. Your eyes met no sooner than you felt electricity in the air again.

"Great." With that, Jungkook straightens up before slamming the door. He walks around to his car, climbs on the driver's side, puts the keys in the ignition, and starts the vehicle toward your respective homes.

All the way home, you sulked, refusing to speak to him as he had done to you. For his part, Jungkook was seeing red. He gripped the steering wheel angrily, driving like a madman while his knuckles were white.

He wasn't angry with you, even though you didn't listen when he told you to not set foot in the Den, and as usual, you didn't listen to him. No, he was pissed at himself for giving his opponent something to get at and, even worse, for succumbing and getting involved with you once again.

"Fuck." He punches the steering wheel as he accelerates again.

"You're fucking crazy. Slow down; I don't want to die." Once again, he ignored you, and the current speed exceeds 100 km/h.

"Jungkook." You could see that he was no longer present among you; his gaze seemed lost in the vague. You really were going to die tonight because of a fool.

Images of you and Jung-Ho replayed in his head, making him even more angry. But luckily, you had just entered your street. Stopping short in front of his house, Jungkook barely had time to save you from banging your head against the space just above the glove compartment.

"Sick bastard." And with that, you undo your seatbelt and get out of the car, not forgetting to slam the door.

That snapped him out of his delusion. "Shit." He gets out of the car just in time as you circle the car to cross the road and finally return to the comfort of home.

You had two days off, so you would enjoy forgetting this catastrophic evening. But your plans were postponed, as Jungkook managed to pin you against his car and wedge you between it and his muscular body.

"What's the matter with you?" You shouted in his face.

For crying out loud, Jungkook says nothing. Taking your cheeks between his calloused yet gentle hands, he seals your lips. He draws you into a kiss filled with passion and desire but also filled with frustration. His frustrations. Deepening your kiss by inserting his tongue into your mouth and pressing his body to yours, Jungkook takes you out of this world and into a whole new one.

You didn't know why you let that kiss go on. Indeed eager for Jungkook, too. Of their own accord, your hands pass under his sweatshirt, making direct contact with his skin and those iron abs he had. Your lips let themselves be led by his, engaged in a frenzied yet sensual dance, while your tongue was carried away by the rhythm. Your kiss was torrid initially, but Jungkook still built up the intensity.

Your body reacted well to his, fitting together perfectly despite your size difference, like chemical elements that, when stimulated, became incandescent with desire.

You let yourself be carried away by his hands that roamed your body, memorizing every curve. Your hands got lost in his hair, and out of pure reflex, you tugged gently on it, eliciting a grunt of pleasure from him. You both needed oxygen but feared that the reality would spoil everything if you paused to catch your breath. But Jungkook tried anyway and went for your neck.

He leaves his mark as he sucks on the sensitive skin of your neck, in the joint between your neck and shoulder. Running a hand over your back, you feel his broad hand move down to your butt before he takes one of them in his hand. A delicious moan escapes you, going straight into his ear and cock. With his hand still positioned on your butt, Jungkook greedily pulls you against him, pressing you even closer.

You resume your torrid kiss again, which causes you to lose all signs of strength in your legs, and you have to hold on to him to keep from collapsing to the floor. The streets were empty, and the brothel below your house was already closed, given the late hour. Only the moon and stars witnessed your moment.

Your moans mixed with Jungkook's grunts were a sweet melody in your ears. Tongue dancing together, teeth chattering, and his hands on you were the perfect mix to bring you to the gates of Nirvana. You felt that with Jungkook, you had unlocked all the keys to liberate yourself from your condition of suffering, illusion, and ignorance.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Jungkook is the one who ends your fiery exchange. Yet his body remains glued to yours as he gently rests his forehead against yours, keeping his eyes closed as he inhales your scent, imprinting it once and for all on his mind. Your scent was sweet and bewitching. Your breaths are jerky and violent.

Caressing your cheek with his thumb, Jungkook succumbed to his weakness one last time before ending your exchange.

"You're driving me crazy." His voice was low, weak, and hoarse. "What are you doing to me, princess." And with that, he broke the gentle contact of your bodies and looked at you one last time before heading off to his home, leaving you alone, still leaning against his car, wondering what the hell had just happened.

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Chapter 12: Purple Marks

Eyes locked on each other, the walls of the pantry seem to narrow as our bodies become enclosed into one singularity. Jungkook’s hands now outline the sides of my waist as I indulge in more kisses on his soft neck. The marks left on each other's skin turn into soft hues of purple need and desire. 

“Baby,” he whispers into my ear, nibbling on the soft flesh. 

“Jungkook, I want you,” a soft moan escapes my parted lips. My legs finally touch the ground as he lowers my form, his gaze is hazed but focused on my eyes. 

“Trust me, I need you, but not here. I want your pretty voice to echo when I have you,” he says, placing his forehead on mine. We stay like this for a little while, our scents mixing into one, before it's all interrupted by the commotion coming from the living room. 

“YAH, where the heck are they? I'm starving!” Tae exclaims, pacing around the dining table for the millionth time. 

“I checked upstairs but they weren't there,” Jimin adds as Jiah places extra napkins around each plate. 

“I'll give Mira a call maybe …” her sentence is interrupted as Jungkook walks out of the pantry with the teapot I was initially looking for. Trying to ease the suspicion I grab boxes of assorted chocolates from the nearby shelf to keep my hands busy.

“Sorry everyone, Mira's poor eyesight couldn't find the teapot in the dim light,” Jungkook scoffs looking back at my face with a teasing smirk. Before I can even react, Tae pulls us both to our seats. 

“Respectfully, I'm about to pass out. Can we please eat now?” he lets out a soft whine, eyes seconds away from tearing up. As everyone falls soft for his desperate state, the Friendsgiving dinner commences. 

“I want to thank everyone, especially Jiah for making all of this happen. It's my first holiday without my family and I don't know what I would have done without you guys,” I raise my glass of champagne, eyes focused on Jiah's soft smile as she blows me a kiss. She truly did save me from a total breakdown. If not for this trip, I would have probably just rotted in my dorm the whole break. 

“Happy Thanksgiving everyone!” Tae exclaims with his boxy smile as cheers and the sound of glass clinking fill the room. 

--

7:30 a.m.

The morning is quiet as the sun paints the sky in beautiful hues of light blue. My body shifts under the soft duvet, one leg out trying to find that perfect cold spot. As much as I want to stay like this a bit longer, I can practically hear my throat begging for some water. So I cover myself in a robe and stop by the bathroom to check my face, which ended up being the least of my concern upon seeing the purple marks on my chest. 

“Shit,” I let out a quiet gasp, tracing the hickeys on my now sensitive skin. Not giving it much thought just yet, I resume my journey downstairs towards the kitchen where I see the culprit behind this mess.

“Jungkook!” I snap at him, careful not to wake the rest of the house. 

“Morning Peaches,” Jungkook leans on the countertop as he holds out a glass of water. Wearing a grey pair of sweatpants he decided to ditch the concept of a shirt, his toned abs on full display under the kitchen lights. As I stomp towards him, he extends his arms reaching for my waist until his intentions are interrupted by a slap. 

“Off! Look what you did,” I exclaim, untying the not on my robe, exposing my black lacey bra. It doesn’t take long for a grin to form on his face as he leans in closer to examine the outcome of his doing from last night. Tightening the grip on my waist, his lips inches away from my sensitive skin I let out a soft whimper before moving his face up to mine. 

“Jungkook, I’m serious, what do I do?” I sigh, furrowing my eyebrows at the mess. 

“Why are you so worried? No one is gonna see it, except for me I hope,” he says as his bunny teeth peek through the teasing grin.

“Um hello, we are supposed to go swimming today?” I remind him as my eyes can’t help but roll. 

“Oh, shit I forgot ... you can’t even swim though,” he exclaims. 

“Yes, I can! I told you I just need some prep time,” I explain to him with annoyance, trying to push myself out of his grip. A short-lived attempt that fails in the end, once I hiss at the sensation of the cold countertop under my robe as Jungkook lifts me onto it.  Spreading my legs his body leans in closer, naturally encompassing our embrace into one whole. Hands on either side of me, his gaze is focused on my lips. 

“Whatever you say gorgeous,” he whispers, brushing my bottom lip with his thumb before giving it a quick peck. Hands dropping to my exposed chest he outlines the canvas of purple marks, careful not to put too much pressure. Letting out soft whimpers as my hands intertwine in his dishevelled hair I lower my gaze on his hooded eyes. 

“I know it hurts but they feel and look so good, damn it” he whines with a certain degree of neediness. Succumbing to his desire, Jungkook leaves gentle kisses on my breast, indulging in their natural scent before meeting my eyes once again. 

“I didn’t take you for a boob guy,” I let out a soft chuckle, grinning at his desperate state. 

“I’m not but yours did something to me,” he exclaims biting his lip rings. Hearing footsteps coming down the main staircase, he helps me cover up before lifting me back down on the ground. Quickly opening the fridge I pretend to look for something, as Jungkook plops onto the couch, turning on the TV. 

“Oh, what are you guys doing up this early?” Jimin exclaims surprised, eyes barely opening. Scratching his head, he makes his way towards the kitchen as I quickly say hi before running back to my room. Looking back I noticed Jungkook’s eyes follow my every move with a shameless grin.

“Jungkookie, can you help me with breakfast?” Jimin's voice echoes from the kitchen. 

--

Rummaging through my makeup bag I search for the one thing that can save me from the public embarrassment. 

“Oh my God, yes!” I exclaim, pulling out the tube of waterproof foundation. Careful not to get it on my ruffled bikini top, I virtually paint over my whole chest, covering up Jungkook’s traces of possession. Analyzing the final product, I let the foundation dry before putting on a sundress and fixing the mess on my head. It looked believable under the bathroom light, so hopefully, no one will be able to notice it, I thought to myself. Packing up my beach bag, I lock my bedroom door and make my way down to the living room where everyone is ready to head out to the lake.  

Jungkook is the first to look up, a frown forming on his face as he notices the absence of his kisses on my skin. Sending him a quick hiss, I try to remain composed as Jiah and Sohee intertwine their hands with mine. 

“Looking good ladies,” Jiah cheers, as the three of us giggle while checking eachother out. We looked hot, what can I say? Our little chit chat is quickly interrupted as Tae leans in and pulls us into a group hug. 

“What did I do to deserve such a visual friend group?” he grins, letting out a boxy smile as I poke his side. Feeling Jungkook’s chest behind me I quickly retrieve my hand before looking up at his darkened orbs. He doesn’t say anything and instead pulls my beach bag over his shoulder before leading the way with Jimin. 

--

Today is probably the warmest it has been since school started. Clear sky, fresh breeze, birds chirping in the background, the ambience is harmonious to say the least. Making it to the lake house, we begin unpacking as Jimin sets up the speakers and blasts some Chase Atlantic. Taking my sundress off I can feel Jungkook’s eyes on my bare skin as he comes right behind me. 

“You’re killing me,” he whispers into my ear before grabbing the sunscreen out of my bag. Turning his back towards me, he takes off his shirt as I spread the white cream all over his broad shoulders, hesitating at first. He hisses at the cold sensation, before facing me, gaze focused on my lips. Trying to avoid his eyes I quickly spread more sunscreen on my hands, rubbing it all over his chest as my hands outline the defined set of packs that are now glistening in the sunlight. Nibbling on his lip ring Jungkook tries to reach for my waist until Tae calls out my name. 

“Yah, Miraya, me next please,” he grins, handing me his sunscreen and straightening his posture. Before Tae attempts to take off his shirt, Jungkook places the sunscreen back into his hands, patting his chest. 

“Do it yourself big guy,” Jungkook exlclaims with a quick wink, before pulling me towards the water. Hearing Tae’s distant whines, I let out a soft gasp at the feeling of the cold lake. 

“Fuck, it’s so cold,” I exclaim, hands already shivering. 

“Miraya come in, don’t be a baby,” Jungkook teases, brushing his wet hair back. 

“No, I’m scared,” I say, as a soft whimper escapes my mouth. Chuckling at my state, Jungkook swims closer to the shore before his torso is exposed again. 

“Come here you baby,” he says, extending his arms for me to grab onto. Which I do as my mouth drops from the feeling of the cold water, our bodies now fully under it. Quickly clasping my arms around Jungkook’s neck I’m left clinging onto his torso as panic completely takes over the control of my body. 

“I can swim my ass,” he chuckles, pulling me closer as his grip tightens around my waist.

[tusiastic]

survival of the fittest ‘prologue’ (jjk)

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: wizardry au | kinda enemies to lovers? (jungkook thinks reader is an airhead & clumsy at times)

synopsis: living in a world where magic defines your own superiority or inferiority complexion was not for the weak. this would only cause many competitions and unknown rivalries, and maybe even death in every corner. but you had no competition or rivalry as you were the weakest caster known to gods creation as this only made you an easy target. but nobody truly knows how you were able to get into one of the most divine academy in gledonia with only an acceptation rate of one percent. was it favoritism? pity? or possibly connections with the head divisions? while being a weaker magic caster than any of your fellow peers on campus how would you be able to manage as they would say, “survival of the fittest”, in a world that heavily relies on magic?

rating: sfw! so pls don’t fret!

warnings: really none tbh, there will be some cussing and lots of enemies made along the way, jk is a little mean to you tho, betrayal???

(UNEDITED)

——

a couple months prior..

the room was absent of any sound. not even magic could break it’s deathly barrier of silence that the room strongly grasped against as a cloaked figure stood in front of the headmaster with a calm, yet stern expression. the tension was thick—thick enough that a ritual wand wouldn’t be able to withstand the pure intensity of it and implode as soon as it attempted to fight through.

two most formidable people being held in one room was enough of a threat. but even then the headmaster believes that this student standing with such great poise and nonchalance who eludes a different kind of power that he has not yet experienced with, could even overcome him if they simply wanted to. even after living a whole decade of his life with great wisdom and discipline, in his many years of living he has not yet met anyone, not even his top divine student who exceeds well in areas than an average student would, still isn’t able to match an unreachable level of prowess that this student has reached.

the air was chilled, both guards standing at the large doors had to politely excuse themselves from the immense pressure being held in the large hall where the headmaster resided in. what finally broke the compulsion was a heavy chuckle that eased the exterior of the unknowing tension.

“my dearest pupil,” the headmaster began with a fond smile. “why must you always be so grave in a lighthearted situation like this? do you have a purpose to scare off big bulky men that are just trying to do their job? we are no stranger to one another, loosen a little young one.”

the student eventually breaks their stern composure, their eyes finally softening with a heavy sigh following afterwards. “apologies headmaster.. it’s been a while since we’ve last spoken like this. it’s a little.. foreign.”

the headmaster nodded. “indeed it has. but i’ve known you since you were just a chil—“

“headmaster.” the student softly interrupts with a knowing look. “i’d rather you not go on a rant about my childhood, thank you.”

a loud and deep chuckle rumbles from the throat of the headmaster as he holds his stomach as if the student had told the most funniest joke of all time, causing his voice to bounce off the walls of the empty hall. “my, there’s no need to be so formal and strict around me! just think of it as a granddaughter-grandfather quality time. we are far no different from that kind of description yes?”

they didn’t say anything.

“yes yes.. apologies for being so unprofessional my dear. the reason i’ve called you over was because i have a very important task for you.” the headmaster finally sets aside his playfulness to catch up on what he really had them here for. they still didn’t say anything which allowed the older man to further presume his explanation. “i need you to watch over someone. i assume they’re the same year as you. i see they have the potential to be much more than we might think. but that potential could lead to possible issues if fallen into the wrong set of hands.”

the student continued to stay silent. soaking in as much information that was being let out.

“i’m not saying to babysit them.. but that’s what i’m trying to say without sounding like it is.” the headmaster says. “i can’t let any unwanted hands take advantage or gain knowledge of this student’s magic. i can’t take them in yet as they’re not entirely ready for me, and that’s why i have you to watch over. i trust you. you’ve been under my wing long enough for me to believe that you have the upper hands to overpower someone like me. keep them safe, help them achieve every existing gold pins there is before the upcoming divine selection, and prevent as much unfortunates as you can.”

“and who is this student?” they finally ask with a furrowed brow.

“jungkook. jeon jungkook.” the headmaster answers.

“jungkook.” they repeat in a slow whisper, letting the name fall past their lips as if to test the waters. “jungkook..”

——

(END OF PROLOGUE).

[tusiastic]

Commitment Part 2

Summary: After finding out the truth about who Jungkook really is, your world - and everything you thought you knew - comes crashing down. Do you begin to give in to your new captive situation, or do you continue to fight? The choices no longer seem so easy when you feel betrayed by the one you love…

A/N: Let’s be real: I bet a lot of you never thought there would be a second part to this (its a far assumption). But I’ve decide to make this a small series, maybe two or three more parts. I hope that this chapter feels worth the wait, and I hope it makes you excited for things to come. As always, thank you for stopping by, for reading, and hopefully, enjoying my work. Much love, Jenn.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 7k

Genre: Mafia!Jungkook, Detective Reader, enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, mutual pining

Warnings: mentions of violence, sexual content (its smut, y’all), graphic violence, slight dom behavior, fingering, cunnalingus, almost p in v.

Previous

If it wasn’t for the searing pain that exploded behind your eyes you could’ve sworn - for a brief moment - that you were home. Safe at home in bed beside Jungkook, who was currently running his fingers softly through your hair. If he wasn’t peppering your jawline with kisses to wake you he was most definitely running his fingers through your hair. 

You’d come to expect it. Your body responded in kind by nuzzling up beside him and claiming his lips with your own. 

Morning breath be damned. 

Unfortunately, it didn’t take your body long to remind you that the bed you were lying in didn’t belong to you. The pain pulsating inside your skull wasn’t just a killer migraine. God - you wanted to believe it was a bad dream and that you’d open your eyes and find yourself nestled against Jungkook’s chest with fresh coffee waiting for you on your nightstand. 

The dried blood crusted somewhere in your hair and swollen lip reminded you that you weren’t that lucky. The only real thing you knew for sure was that Jungkook was in the room with you.

How did you know this? While you weren’t in your shared bed, sunlight drifting through the curtains to remind you it was time to start the day, you could feel fingers playing carefully through your hair. The pattern his fingers took, the way he gently moved through each strand to make sure his fingers didn’t catch it - pull it out of place - was something specifically Jungkook. 

Now, Jungkook was taking even more care not to hurt you. His fingers moved achingly, slowly, through your hair making sure to avoid the throbbing wound. 

You wanted to pull away from him. To open your eyes and scream at him while smashing your fists into his chests. You wanted answers - needed them to clear your conscience that what happened back at the station wasn’t your fault. 

You wanted to hear him say he wasn’t the devil and you weren’t the fool. 

But you couldn’t face him. Sure. You were filled with rage from being deceived, but had he really deceived you? Or had you simply deceived yourself? 

All the red flags were there that his story didn’t make sense. The odd hours. The mysterious phone calls that sent him racing for the door half-dressed with promises to return. When he did come back, he wouldn’t let you touch him - come close to him - until after he showered. He’d ask simple questions over morning coffee about cases that you weren’t sure you’d ever talked to him about. 

All the red flags were flown in your face, and you chose to overlook every single one for a handsome face and great dick. It wasn’t just that, was it? No. Somewhere along the line you both became too entangled; tethered to the same cord that strangled you both. 

Maybe that’s why when he cupped your cheek your body instantly turned into him. You hated him - loved him - were hopelessly devoted to him all at the same time. All those emotions would tear you to pieces as surely as your rage would. 

“Kitten - I know you’ve been awake for the last five minutes. Look at me.” 

“Oh, I’ll look at you, alright,” you snarled. 

You allowed all that anger - your brimming hatred - to burn in your gut. It gave you enough courage to do something either incredibly brave or plain stupid. You opened your eyes just enough to meet his gaze before your teeth sunk down into the soft flesh of his palm. 

In a split second, the love that blossomed in his eyes as you looked at him wilted and replaced itself with a lightening of rage. Jungkook tried to shake his hand loose from between your teeth but it caused you to bite down harder. Never once did he yell or sound out his pain. It should’ve warned you that this flame would burn you. 

You never were one to listen. 

Jungkook tried one last time to violently shake his hand free, and when it failed his hand smacked down across your face. The ringing in your ears was deafening and caused your vision to blur. Your jaw loosened enough for him to slip his hand free, and the taste of copper flowed like a river across your tongue. 

“Don’t ever call me ‘Kitten’ again,” you snapped, spitting blood onto the cold concrete floor.

“Anything else - Kitten.” 

The bastard was smirking. Gone was the unholy look of rage that could destroy whole cities and back was the coy softness you’d grown to expect from him. 

 “Yeah. Don’t fucking touch me either.” 

You expected him to snap. To bare teeth and tell you who you belonged to. Instead, all you got in return was that infamous smirk that spoke louder than words: he thought you were all talk. All venom that dripped from the pain of knowing you did belong to him. Even now with your body radiating with the urge to strike him you knew all it would take was one touch of his lips against yours and your fight would end. 

“We both know you don’t mean it.”

“Don’t I? You’re a liar, Jungkook. A fucking psychopath.”

A sigh left him as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. The smirk now gone as he regarded you with raised brows and a look of indifference. His reaction telling you plainly that you were overreacting. 

“It’s a little late to try and act like a forensic psychologist, don’t you think?” 

“I’ve been to your crime scenes! I’ve seen the fucking carnage that you leave behind. Shit that would make Ed Gein look like a fucking Saint!” 

God. You wanted to keep it together and act as cold as he portrayed himself to be, but how could you? Jungkook had become eerily still. For the first time since you’d realized who he was you felt scared. 

“A psychopath you took to your bed. Who lived in your house, and cooked you dinners with the same hands that were held finger deep by your clenching pussy were also the same ones used to maim and murder. Tell me, Kitten, did it feel better being fucked by a psychopath than the straight and narrow pricks you allowed in your bed?”

You allowed the fear you felt to turn into stone cold dread as it dawned on you that they’d been watching you from the beginning. That he was mentioning your old partner, Christian, that you’d had a relationship with before it turned sour. Before he began to care more about having you sit at a desk job instead of being in the field chasing after bad guys. Bad guys like Jungkook. 

For all the dread that corroded your veins they were stoked to life with a rage so incredibly potent you could’ve sworn, for a moment, you went blind. 

“Get. Out.” When Jungkook showed no signs of moving you grabbed the only pillow off the cot bed and flung it as hard as you could. He dodged it easily. “Get the fuck out! I don’t want to see you ever again. You hear me? I hate you!” 

“No you don’t-“

“Don’t you tell me what I feel, Jungkook!”

“You wish you could hate me, Kitten, but you can’t.”

“Watch me. I’m going to get out of here and I’m putting your narcissistic, psychotic ass in prison for the rest of your unnatural fucking life. Afterwards, I’ll find someone to fuck to wash you completely out of my system! Marry them-”

When you first started your rant, Jungkook was smug. The cockiness of his belief that you couldn’t hate him - couldn’t move past him - kept his shoulders squared in confidence until his eyes met yours. Whatever he saw there - the raw determination - was enough to make that confident facade drop leaving only something much worse in its wake. Your bratty words meant to wound him only stoked a fire that threatened to burn entire cities.

He took a threatening step towards you as his hands dropped from inside his pockets. His fists clenching and unclenching in time with the ticking of his jaw. You wanted to put as much space between you two as possible, but you didn’t want to back down either. 

“I have never loved someone like I love you. Do you understand that? You are mine. And if you think I’m ever going to let you go, you got another thing coming, sweetheart. I am not letting you go.” Jungkook was standing in front of you now. His body dropped down just enough to meet you at eye level as he breathed one final promise across your lips, “Ever. I will burn down a thousand fucking cities looking for you, if I have too.” 

You braced yourself for a kiss that never came. Your pulse felt like at any moment it would burst from your neck. Jungkook noticed. He always did and that seemed to be enough for him, because he didn’t kiss you. He simply pushed back on his feet and turned towards the cell door. He called out and a man dressed in all black with an m16 strapped across his chest appeared. Jungkook shot you one last look as the guard opened the door, and allowed him to pass through just before he began to lock it again. 

Jungkook was still looking at you when he spoke to the henchman. “Don’t you fucking go in there with her. Don’t you let anyone in there unless it’s been cleared with me first.” 

“Sir, what about Namjoon-“

“I said cleared with me first. Got it?”

The man nodded his head too many times. Enough to make you wonder if he’d given himself whiplash before Jungkook spared you one last glance before disappearing back inside the depths of whatever fresh hell you’d put yourself in. 

When you continued to wake up still breathing on the cot, you were surprised. Okay. You were a whole lot of surprised. You half expected to be a lifeless corpse rising from a trash heap than to be found tucked inside bedsheets. It didn’t take you long to know why you weren’t dead yet nor was it a surprise 

It felt like you’d been awake for hours. Your eyes helplessly combed over every painted brick of the walls for any sign of weakness. Without an actual clock inside your makeshift prison there was plenty of room for error when it came to time frames. It could've simply been hours since you’d been in the cell. But because of the trauma you’d sustained to your head - the possible unseen damage - it could’ve been days. The thought alone causes your stomach to somersault violently into your throat. 

Since you woke up that first time and had your spat with Jungkook, he hadn’t returned to visit you. The guards at your cell, however, still followed his orders. Most of them wouldn’t even look at you. 

The headache you’d been nursing with the palm of your hand since you woke up continued to be a nagging friend. It’s persistent poking and prodding against your temple caused your vision to shift into doubles at the worst times. Mostly, those worst times accumulated down to when you were pacing in your cell. The game plan you’d come up with kept constantly changing -forming- and retaking shape. 

When you first awoke in the dank cell, you were quick to notice you were lying on a cot. It’s placement in one of the corners of the room's brick walls made it easy for you to determine the only thing inside it was you and the cot. The exposed lightbulb above the room swaying at odd times. As if the ground above shook with the same rage you felt building in your chest. 

There weren’t any windows, and instead of metal bars there was just a door. It’s rusted exterior letting you know wherever you’d been taken too was very old. No windows and no open metal framework told you simply that yelling for help was out of the question. You weren’t surprised: you’d been reading their files for years. If they didn’t keep you closed off from the rest of civilization, you’d have questioned the whole thing. 

You started feeling the grooves in between the bricks. Every single one painted over in gunmetal grey to make the cell appear darker. Whatever light the flickering bulb above gave off was consumed and tinted by lighted shadow. 

It took everything you had to concentrate on feeling out the grooves for possible signs that the bricks were possibly lose. Or maybe even catch the slightest breeze - making its way through a large crack. You allowed yourself to hope. 

How stupid of you. 

With every inch and glide of your palms against the cool surface, you felt your heart beginning to sink. You were never getting out. The chances of you making it out on your own two legs and not a body bag was dwindling and your hysteria. Well, that was definitely beginning to spring to the surface. 

You’d just taken rapid steps back away from your latest attempt, the panic swelling up your chest was threatening to turn you feral. The only course of action you could think to do was to cause yourself pain. So, your hands flew up to grab at your head. The minute your finger scratched at the dull cut your vision exploded in pain - hissing past your lips with your eyes flinching at the thundering ache. The dried blood flaked down to your jacket, and you stared at the few flakes resting on your shoulder. 

The pain was bringing you out of your breakdown, but barely. You were running out of ideas - of options - when you heard the sound of a large deadbolt coming loose and right after a few larger bolts slid out of place. Your anxiety attack had placed you dead center in the middle of the room. 

The lightbulb’s glow painted you in a spotlight of sunburnt yellows - the blood on your hair and face made you feel like a wounded animal. Every click of a lock coming undone a time bomb to the Hunter coming in to finish the job. 

Your heart was back in your throat as you glanced around hopelessly for an object, anything to defend yourself, and came up short. With the last lock coming undone you decided you would wait for them to enter. Your muscles tensing up in your thighs as you prepared yourself to run at whoever it was. 

You prepared yourself as much as you could but when the door squeakily opened and Jungkook stepped through all your resolve faded. He was just standing there - like nothing happened - looking handsome as ever with a tray held with one hand. The entire night flashed before you. The deceit. The lies. The last conversation you had before he’d left the room. To see him standing there with that smug look on his face - the same one he gave you when he proved he was better at cooking, games, or sex irritated the shit out of you. 

All the dinners you cooked together in your shared kitchen. The trips you’d taken and the little notes you found inside your coat pockets or on the fridge and bathroom mirror. Was it all a lie? Was his smugness due to him winning the biggest game of all? 

The scream that you bottled up broke free as you charged towards him. You hated how unfazed he seemed - how amused. Jungkook wasn’t apologetic for tearing your world apart: for making you love him. If anything, he stood like a god before you. Gluttonous in his pride knowing you couldn’t do anything to him. 

You swung at him, realizing too late it was a wide swing. His hand came up in seconds to grab your swinging arm in mid-air. You were still moving forward with your momentum, unable to come to a stop, and Jungkook used it to twist your arm in his grip and bring you colliding into his chest. 

The tray of food and whatever else he’d carried was an afterthought as its content scattered all over the floor. You tried to wriggle out of his strong grip, but that only succeeded in making him hold on to you tighter. You could practically feel his muscles as they flexed under the shirt. 

“I told you, I didn’t want to see you again,” you seethed. 

“And I told you, Kitten, that I wasn’t going anywhere.”

“Let me go, Jungkook. Let. Me. Go!” 

If you could’ve pounded on his big stupidity attractive chest you would have. Since you couldn’t, you settled for screaming in his face. You tried to take a step back, to try and gain some kind of leverage, when his free hand came up to grip the back of your head. He used that leverage to bring your face dangerously close to his. The wild look in his eyes made you grow incredibly still.

“I need you to get it through that thick skull of yours,” he used your name. Jungkook rarely ever used your name. “If you think for one second I am spending one second of my life without you, you are sadly mistaken.”

“You’re an idiot,” you gasped. You were not going to fucking cry right now. “Why would you want someone who doesn’t want you - who can’t stand the sight of you?” 

Jungkook dipped down and brushed the tip of his nose over yours. The gentle touch shocked you enough that you stopped moving; forgot to breathe.  

“When are you going to stop lying to yourself, Kitten? We were made for each other.”

You wanted to deny his statement. To remind him that he was not only a psychopath, but a delusional one at that, but was he the only delusional one in the room? Or was it you? 

You didn’t get a chance to dispute his claim. Using the hold he had on the back of your neck, Jungkook brought you the last couple inches closer and sealed his lips down on yours. 

The worst part about Jungkook kissing you was how your resistance completely crumbled. You knew he must have noticed it too - the way the fight slowly seeped out of your muscles. How easy it was for his tongue to spread your lips open to dive inside. The grip he’d held on your arm released, but Jungkook made sure he kept you secured to him. His hand on your neck pressing you painfully closer as the hand he’d removed from your wrist now dug its fingers into the soft flesh of your hips. 

You didn’t want him thinking that it was over for you; that he’d won. Your lust may have clouded your mind, but somewhere behind the cloud your common sense was screaming. Unfortunately, common sense was losing when his hand trailed up beneath your shirt to the swell of your breasts. Nimble fingers pulled down the cotton fabric of your bra to expose your nipples to him. 

Jungkook made quick work to take the bud between his thumb and index finger and applied the right amount of pressure. Just enough to make a moan gasp against his mouth right before he moved in to swallow the sound with another heated kiss. 

He pinched your nipple one last time sending a delicious shiver to shoot down your spine. Instantly, your pussy reacted to his touch. You knew if - when - he pulled down your pants Jungkook would find your underwear soaked. 

You weren’t sure what made you do it. Maybe you were annoyed by how easily he made you crumble at his touch. He was a monster. A killer. 

But he’s your monster. 

The thought made your blood run cold. The desire Jungkook had stoked inside you quickly disappeared as that thought haunted you. When you tried to pull away from his kiss, Jungkook’s grip on your neck refused to let you go. So, you did the only thing you could think of. 

You waited until his bottom lip pressed down into a pout to grab it with your teeth. You bit down hard enough for your tongue to be greeted with the taste of blood. A growl rumbled deep in chest; a sound he pressed with violent force against your lips. 

The kiss felt bruising as his hands dropped down to the back of your thighs. You were able to pull away from him enough to let out a small yelp of surprise when Jungkook’s hands grabbed your thighs and hoisted you up. Instantly, you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

His feet carried you over to the corner of the room. You expected to be thrown down on the cot. Your body tensed up as it waited for the coming drop, but it never came. Instead, Jungkook pushed you up against the cold stone of the wall with enough force it pushed a rush of air from your lungs. 

You were about to call out - the jolt of brief pain ready to escape from your mouth - when Jungkook crashed his lips back into yours. His hips rutted up into you. His cock hard and pressed into the fabric of his jeans. 

He controlled the movement with his hands on your hips. Half of your weight supported by the wall and his hips that he moved over your clothed sex. The friction of his clothed cock rubbed against your clit made you moan into the kiss. 

“You want to play rough, kitten,” he huffed against your lips. “I can play rough. I’ll be as rough as you want me to be.”

To prove his point, Jungkook traced his lips down to your neck. His tongue grazed from the hollow of your throat down towards your collarbone. When he reached your shoulder he sank his teeth down into the skin. You let out a small scream, your hands fisting into his hair, as you tried to tug him loose. 

Jungkook kept the pressure of his teeth firmly in their place and, using his hands on his hips, ground up into you. The jolt of pleasure that collided with the pain sent another moan spilling free from your lips. You were close to begging him to stop teasing - to give you what you wanted - but Jungkook seemed to know from the soft pleas that you hummed against his ear. 

Without warning, he peeled you from the wall and flung you both on top of the cot. Jungkook caught himself with his hands at the last second making sure he didn’t crush you against the mattress. You wouldn’t have cared. You couldn’t find time to care as he helped strip you of your jacket and shirt. Your own hands desperately trying to pull his shirt over his head so you could feel him bare and pressed against you. 

When your bra was removed and flung off your arms, Jungkook didn’t hesitate to take each breast in his hands. He dropped down and wrapped his mouth around a nipple. The feeling of his tongue flicking and swirling caused your body to arch into him. Your hands flew wildly to grab ahold of the strands of his hair - fingers curling and pulling as he took a nipple between his teeth. Jungkook made sure he took his time taking each nipple in his mouth; tongue swirling around the stiff peaks. 

You could feel his hand drift down your middle to the edge of your jeans. You didn’t try and fight him as his nimble fingers worked at the button of your jeans, and further down between the fabric and the lace of your underwear. 

When Jungkook’s fingers first felt between your folds - his fingers finding you soaked - he exhaled heavily.  His mouth made a loud pop as he disconnected from your breast with eyes hollowed with hunger meeting your own. 

“Fuck. You’re always so wet for me, Kitten,” he huffed. 

You weren’t sure how to answer him or if you even should. You hated him - wanted to believe you hated him - and everything he stood for. There was no denying, however, that you wanted him. It went beyond reason, because you couldn’t understand it. The only thing you did understand was when he pushed three fingers knuckle deep inside your aching pussy, your body turned molten with a need so deep that only Jungkook could sate. 

The lewd wet sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of you filled the room. The only other sound to try and cover that was your soft moans that only grew louder when Jungkook stripped your pants and underwear down over your thighs, and off your legs and buried his tongue between your folds. 

His tongue traced up from your entrance, and took his time licking his way up to swirl at your clit before giving a large stroke. This time you did scream as his tongue fucked you; stroked and sucked every inch of you until your legs quivered around him forcing your words to become incoherent. 

You couldn’t take it anymore. The need to be filled with him became overwhelming and, using his hair to pull him violently up, you asked, “Jungkook-“ you breathlessly pleaded, “Fuck me. Please.”

He looked up at you from between your legs. His pupils were blown out completely with lust. There was a moment where you wondered if he’d even heard you. There was no recognition in his face that he had heard you until a growl brushed past his lips, and he nipped at the inner corner of your thigh. You let out a sound of surprise as you tried to move back, but Jungkook kept you securely in place. 

“Is that what you want?”

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want you, Jungkook.”

You thought he was going to ask more stupid questions. Couldn’t he see you were a fool for him? Couldn’t he see how much you needed him? At that moment, you were willing to beg him. You were ready to start doing exactly that when Jungkook suddenly moved up with his hands at his belt. His fingers were rapidly unbuttoning his jeans when a loud knock came at the door. 

Jungkook’s response was instant and animalistic. A snarl cut through the room that seemed to suspend time completely. The person behind the door no doubt shitting themselves for making a boldly stupid decision. 

“Whoever it is, you better have a good fucking reason for interrupting me,” he snapped. 

Again. Silence. You were willing to bet they’d run for safety, except you were wrong. 

“I’m sorry, boss, but Namjoon sent me down to find you. He needs you to come back to the lounge, and he requested you bring the prisoner with you.”

Jungkook had gone eerily still above you. The sexually charged air began to change as the lust that had been in his eyes was replaced by something darker; more dangerous. Suddenly, you felt too exposed to the room. Your hands meekly moved to try and cover your nakedness from the room, while Jungkook remained on his knees above you. His buckle loose at his waist and upper body bare. 

He seemed to be deciding whether to do as he was asked or tell them to fuck off. You’d learned, however, that while Jungkook was no doubt the unhinged part of Namjoon’s crew, he was loyal. You didn’t think he would deny a request from his leader, even for you. 

He let out a heavy sigh as he removed himself from the cot, his legs bending down slightly so he could scoop up his shirt and put it back on. 

“Tell him we’ll be there in five minutes.”

 While he didn’t sound happy about it, Jungkook was still going to be a good boy and do as he was told. 

“Namjoon asked for you to hurry-“ 

“Fuck off!” Jungkook snapped. A booted foot slammed against the metal of the door making everything grow still with fear. “I said it’ll be five minutes. Now go.” 

The sound of retreating feet filled the hall outside before Jungkook had even finished telling him to leave. Smart man. You swung your legs over the side of the cot and moved to start picking up your clothes when hands on your waist pushed you back against the wall. 

You looked up just in time to watch Jungkook fall to his knees between your legs. His hands grasping your left thigh to raise it up onto his shoulder. The angle left him closer to the mound of your sex. 

“Jungkook, what are you doing? You told them we’d be there in five minutes.”

The devilish smirk you knew all too well tilted the corner of his lips. The lust that was stripped away seconds ago coming back as his tongue lazy stroked between your folds coaxing a gasp to leave you. 

“I only need a couple to make you come.” 

Jungkook always was a man of his word. 

You walked down the hallways beside Jungkook as he led you through the large building. Wherever it was The Devils’ called home, it was a renovated industrial building. Maybe once upon a time, it had housed machinery of some kind to build cars or maybe make some sort of sweet treat that eventually closed down. Whatever the building was used for originally, it had been refurbished to house evil.

The cold original metal and brick of the interior has been kept with only a few choices of artwork, drapes around the windows, and furniture giving it a sense of life. To you, no matter what anyone tried to place in the building, it would still feel uninviting. 

Jungkook instructed you to follow him as he turned left at the next four way intersection of the building. His hand on your arm gently pulled you along and kept you close to him all at the same time. 

“When we get in there don’t speak unless he instructs you to speak.”

“I’ll speak when I want too,” you snapped, hating the idea of being good for any of them. 

Jungkook sent you a glaring look of warning as came to a set of double doors. 

“Don’t be stupid, Kitten. The only reason you’re still alive is because of me.”

“And should I be grateful for that?” You wanted to pull your arm out of his grip, but it felt silly to do that when you’d just come all over his tongue. 

Jungkook appeared to be having the same thought. 

“Yes. You should.”

That was all the reply Jungkook bothered to give you as he pushed open the door and ushered you inside. This room, whatever it had been, was more updated than what you’d previously seen. The walls were painted a warm tone and carpet was put in. Off to the counter was a large bar that had an actual bartender stuck behind the empty counter with a slew of couches placed like a large C inside the middle. 

Inside that large C is where your eyes found Namjoon. His body positioned in the center of the C and sitting patiently. The second the two of you entered his eyes were on you. The judgment in them was heavy and something that he wasn’t afraid to show. 

Namjoon didn’t seem to like you very much. Well, the feeling was mutual. Jungkook stopped you in the middle and released the grip he’d held on your arm. He moved away from you to go and stand off to the left of Namjoon with Yoongi being at his right. 

You hated being left there like some kind of fucked up prize. It wasn’t just the three of them and a bartender. No, scattered around the back of the lounge stood more lackey’s, the unimportant ones that were used as fodder when shit got heavy were scattered all around. Most of them wear shit eating grins as if your presence in their bad guy lair was just the funniest damn thing. 

You’d see who’d have the last laugh. 

“Welcome, Detective,” Namjoon’s voice boomed inside the room. His arms swept over the area as he attempted to smile in what he must have thought was a greeting. It looked more like a grimace. “I do hope you’ve been enjoying your stay here.” 

You considered him coolly as you thought of how to reply. Jungkook had instructed you to speak when spoken too; to play nice. You always did have an issue with doing what you were told. 

“Actually, it’s been shit,” you started with a shrug. “I’m just waiting to get out of here.”

“And why is that?”

Namjoon seemed to know why. He didn’t need to truly ask you. He was only doing it because he wanted to see if you’d have the guts to say it out loud. 

“You aren’t dumb. None of you are, and I’m willing to bet you all know exactly what I’m going to do when I’m out of here.”

“Kitten.”

One word. Jungkook spoke your pet name as a warning. His face and body had grown stiff as he took a cautious step towards you. Namjoon held up a hand to stop him, waving him back to stand in his spot. Jungkook didn’t like it. It was made apparent by the ticking of his jaw as he continued to watch. 

“No, no Jungkook let her speak. You think you are going to put us away?”

“Oh, I know I can.” You retorted, allowing yourself your own sickly sweet smile. “I won’t stop until I place every single one of you where you deserve.” 

“That's a noble little quest you’ve given yourself, but you’ve got your ideas of who’s good and who's bad backwards, I’m afraid.”

A snort of laughter left you. The disbelief evident on your face as you regarded the men around you. These men who had slaughtered droves of people; families even. Men who had tried to come forward to atone for the crimes they had committed, their conscience finally taking hold, only for you to find the entire home missing or dead. Hospital staff who had been gunned down along with rival gang leaders who’d been inside. 

The terror these men had caused and all for the name of what? Infamy? Power? Money? All the things that didn’t mean shit when you were six feet under. The thing that disgusted you the most wasn’t these men and their atrocities, but your own. 

The very man who was responsible for so much of that carnage had just been buried nose deep between your legs, and you’d let him. All the fight you’d claimed to have - the moral standing - completely went away when he touched you. Where was your resolve then? Where was your belief in Justice for those victims when his hands were digging into your hips and his cock buried inside you? 

Nowhere. 

Looking at him now you knew a part of you hated Jungkook, but the person you really hated was yourself. 

With your eyes roaming back to face down Namjoon, you square your shoulders and make sure your resolve shown through as you speak your next words.  

“I’ve seen your handiwork, and I know what kind of men you are. I meant what I said. I’m going to find a way out of here and when I do, I promise you until my very last breath, I will hunt you down and put you fucking animals where you belong.” 

You hadn’t realized you were shaking - that you’d taken a step towards him until Jungkook and Yoongi took a step with you. Good. Let them know you meant every word. That they weren’t the only boogeymen meant to be feared. 

Namjoon sat forward, his arms resting on his thighs, as he regarded you with a calculating eye. No longer did he think you were trying to talk tough because of your situation. Now, you were positive, he knew you meant every word and that maybe he should proceed with caution. 

“You’d lock up Jungkook, as well?”

He was testing you. Maybe it was a test meant to show Jungkook he shouldn’t have grown soft for you. That you didn’t care for him the way he did you. 

You wished that was the truth but, unfortunately, it was far from it. Maybe that’s why when you turn to look in Jungkook’s direction you will yourself to look callous; completely disregarding what resembled hurt that was scrunching across his brow. 

“All of you deserve to be in cages. No exceptions.” 

“We’ll, I guess we better make sure to keep you locked inside one yourself.” 

You knew that voice. 

Your back went rigid as your mind raced at the recognition of that voice. A part of you didn’t want to turn - to see - the betrayal you felt coming towards you like a speeding train. Unfortunately, this was something you couldn’t run from. 

Turning your head to your right, you watched as your Chief came into view. A smug smile showing all of his pearly white teeth like the Cheshire Cat who’d stumped you at your own riddle. The shitty part about that was that he had. 

You’d always suspected that The Devils’ had some form of inside help. Most gangs were good, but no one rivaled The Devils’ when it came to the amount of intel they seemed to have. When witness protection magically lost informants, or informants were found out while undercover. Good seasoned Detectives who had been doing this for years miraculously were caught with their body parts being dumped in front of the police station with rats festering inside the bags. 

At first, you thought it had been you. That these men and women had paid with their lives all because of some costly fling. The endless guilt of racking your brain wondering what you’d left out; let slip while grocery shopping or relaxing with him on the couch. 

And all along it had been Chief Ebert. 

“You fuckin’ traitor!” You snarled. 

Seconds later, your closed fist collided with his nose and a spurt of blood erupted like a spout. A sharp cry of pain filled the room as you launched yourself at him, but found arms securing themselves at your waist and pulling away. The fast movement off to your left let you know it wasn’t Jungkook who had grabbed you, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know he didn’t like it one bit. 

“Jungkook - stay where you’re at,” Namjoon ordered. “Hyujin, restrain her.”

“I’d like to see you fucking try!”

You felt murderous. Your heart pounded like war drums inside your chest. In a matter of a day, two days, the amount of betrayal you’d experienced left your world spinning. With an even bigger question of, “Who could be trusted?” raging inside of your head. 

“You fucking bitch!” Chief Ebert muttered out. His fingers sloppily trying to stop the blood from running out. “I always knew you were psychotic.”

“That’s rich coming from a treacherous weasel,” you snapped back. “How much did you sell your honor for, huh?”

“Oh, shut up,” he huffed. “Like you have any room to talk. When I requested for Jungkook to follow you to make sure he kept you off leads on investigations, I never would have thought it would’ve been that easy for him to fucking get to you.”

Another flash of red filtered over your vision. With a snarl you lashed out with your foot with your boot connecting with his chest shoving him down. 

“That is enough!” Namjoon’s voice boomed over the room. “Hyujin, take her back to her cell. Ebert get the hell up so we can get this over with.” 

You were still struggling as the lackey in question, Hyujin, walked you back down the long stretches of hallway Jungkook had just led you down. 

Did Ebert say he requested Jungkook to follow you? So, that night at the bar…Jungkook knew exactly who you were. He knew everything about you, because Ebert told Namjoon who had told him. 

Your mind tried to make sense of the carousel of deceit you kept finding yourself in. It struggled to find footing - on a course of action - but at the end of every idea the uncertainty of who could you trust came slamming home into your chest. Hyujin almost had you back to your cell when you finally made up your mind. While you weren’t sure who you could trust, you knew one thing - you could trust yourself. With your mind made up you took in a breath preparing for your next move. 

It was now or never. 

You let out a small scream as you slammed the heel of your foot down on top of the  guard's foot. When he bent down in predictable fashion, you brought your elbow up to crash against his face. It gave you just enough momentum to grab the m16 that was strapped around his neck, to grab at the strap, and move behind him, pulling it tight across his throat. 

It takes longer in real-life to choke someone into unconsciousness, even longer if you’re trying to kill them. Lucky for this guy you only meant to only do the first. When Hyujin finally stopped struggling, you removed the strap from around his throat, completely removing the gun from his body. You put the strap over your shoulder and went to work looking for keys. 

You found a walkie talkie and earbud and quickly put it on. While you didn’t plan on staying long enough to actually use it, it would come in handy as you tried to make your escape. 

After locating the keys, you plugged in the earbud and secured the radio to the back of your pants. With the gun held tightly in your hands, you started making your way back up the hallway in search of an exit. It was time to start your escape. 

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WHO; jjk

Pair¬ Jungkook×(she)

Genre¬ thriller, mystery, slightly mature, oneshot

Synopsis¬ he had the exact same face, but his eyes differed radically.

Words¬ 1.1k

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She finally sets herself down on the bed, after a tiresome day of work. She backs up against the headboard of the bed, and sighs in comfort when her tense and aching muscles finally relax. She waits for her housemate - slash - best friend - slash - crush to join her in their shared room.

Working in a Café as waiters means walking around the place all day long, bowing to, and serving the customers, the result being strained muscles, back aches and dead legs. Also, the pay of it is hardly enough to pay the rent of their tiny shared apartment, and for their studies.

Sweating due to the humid and hot weather, she raises her fingers to unbutton her white uniform shirt, when Jungkook walks into the room unexpectedly, blushing heavily, when he notices her doing so. His wide glimmering doe eyes linger on her for a moment, and she notices the gulp going down his throat.

"Sorry!" he squeaks out, and diverts his eyes from her, to hurriedly walk to his almirah, grab a change of his clothes, and walk out swiftly, the redness on his neck and ears clearly evident to her eyes.

She quietly chuckles to herself. Jungkook has been introverted and a shy mess since she can remember. But this diffident attitude and the bashful nature of his are one of the major reasons for her, falling for him.

She shakes her head, giggling lightly, while unbuttoning her shirt halfway down, and then slides the sleeves of it off of her. She grabs the hoodie from the small pile of washed clothes on the bed, before bending her legs bearer to her, to slide off her knee length socks.

She straightens again, to toss the socks to the other side of the bed, but is startled to find Jungkook, his eyes darker than a few minutes ago, leaning against the column of the door, watching her intently.

As soon as her eyes meet his, he pushes himself off the door frame, and starts sauntering towards her, his steps heavy and thumping against the old wooden floors.

He reaches the edge of the bed, yet doesn't stop, and gets on his hands and knees, to continue to crawl towards her, until he's right in front of her. He reaches out to her shoulder, pressing against it, until she's totally laid down on the bed, still staggered by the radical alteration in his behavior.

He places his knees on either sides of her hips, both his hands set firmly on the sheets near her ears. His eyes never waver from hers, staring into her soul deeply, and she suddenly feels intimidated by him. His presence is strong and dominant, like never before, and he has her daunted and subdued.

One of his hands reach her cheek, and a shiver runs down her spine at both the coldness of his hand, and the surprise. He leans in more, till his face is directly above hers, barely centimetres away.

"Babe..." his voice is octaves lower, coming out in a mere whisper. The hand on her cheek slowly crawls down her jaw, and to her neck, but when she fears it would go further lower, it stops on her collar bone, caressing it with his forefinger and thumb. She realises the fact that her upper body is dressed in only a bra and it sets another shiver down.

His breath hits her mouth, and in a blink of the eye, his mouth overlaps her's. He feels almost weightless on the mattress, yet she still feels the heaviness of him, hovering with dominance over her. His kiss is deep, yet it feels light. Reflex causes her to shut her eyes on impact, but a gasp leaves her mouth, when she feels his other palm against the skin of her thighs revealed by her tight-skirt. His palm travels the length of it up and down, causing goosebumps to appear, which has him chuckle breathily into her mouth. He has her spellbound.

His palm stops on her upper thigh, only to grip on it, while he breaks the kiss to travel lower with his mouth, down her jawline. Open-mouthed kisses are pressed against her skin, which travel down her neck and below her ear. He travels back to the column of her neck, and a breathy moan leaves her when she feels his tongue glide up against her skin.

He continues traveling down to her collar bone, to leave a lone kiss there, and lifts his head up to her face. Her eyes, which had remained shut till now, slowly open, to finds his eyes already fixed on her. His eyes are so, so dark, that it almost seems that they are set behind a shadow. Lust can clearly be spelled out of them, yet there's no other emotion she can find in his orbs.

He is blank.

He flashes an empty smirk, before diving back down, to her collar bone, and without warning, starts sucking harshly against it, licking simultaneously. Her breathing fastens, and so does his mouth. Her fingers clutch the sheets below her, emotions becoming overwhelming for her.

A loud moan leaves her, when he bites her without notice. He sucks the area aggressively and vigorously. Her back arches at the newborn feelings inside her she's never experienced before.

His mouth detaches from her skin abruptly, at a sudden thump from outside the room. He raises his head at the sound, and freezes. Without a warning, he hastily jumps off of her, and she quickly sits back up, and wraps the sheets around her, completely addled.

He walks to the windows speedily, and pushes them open. With a last glance at her, he climbs over the window sill and jumps off, leaving her wide eyed and breathless, in utter shock.

A knock is heard on the door to the room, and she snaps her head towards it.

There stands Jungkook, his uniform changed into a pair of sweatpants and shirt, and his eyes wide and docile, and filled with care.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice soft and soothing, totally opposite to what she'd heard a few seconds earlier.

She opened her mouth to speak, yet no words leave her, as she still isn't able to comprehend what happened just now, what is right, and what is not.

She struggles to understand whether what happened was a dream or not. She wants to believe that it was a mere object of her imagination, yet the darkening bruise on her neck proves otherwise.

If this, on the door is her best friend, then who was he?

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¬ Hajin

[tusiastic]

true evil is, of all things, seductive

[tusiastic]

Little Baby Bear 2.0

✧ Pairings: Jungkook x Reader ⎜ft Taehyung

✧ Genre:  Romance ⎜Hybrid AU ⎜Angst ⎜

✧ Warnings: Hints at Hybrid abuse ⎜ Sad Kook ⎜ Trauma ⎜ Cheating ⎜ Angry kook ⎜Abused Taehyung ⎜ Happy Ending ⎜There will be a part 2...sorry ⎜

✧ Word Count: 5.4k

✧ Summary: You never thought you would see your ex again... especially not at your front door with his hybrid.

✧ Author’s Note: This is the re-written version of Little Baby Bear. I hope people enjoy but please not there will be a part 2. It's different from the original but hopefully people still enjoy it. (UNEDITED)

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“It’s five in the fucking morning. Who the hell is knocking on my door?” You huff, sliding out of the bed, pulling on your large coat, shuffling your way to the front door. You hear the rumble of the car before you even get a chance to swing the door open. One last loud knock before you turn the locks pulling the door open, the sight taking you by surprise. 

“Jungkook?” You question looking at the tall man, down at his two suitcases and then back to the man. He head turned downwards, the car in your driveway revving to life as it speeds backwards towards the main road. You sigh quickly, leaning down to grab the handle of one of the suitcases pulling it inside. 

You make it down the hallway before turning back around to check that he was following you. 

He wasn’t. 

“What’re you doing? Are you not cold?” You sigh, stopping in your tracks turning back towards the front door. Jungkook’s head is still turned towards the floor, his hand gripping the suitcase tightly in his hand. 

“I need to be invited.” He says quietly, his mouth in a tight line the dimple in his cheek standing out. 

“Kook, what are you going on about? Come inside before all the hot air escapes.” You say pushing the hair away from your face as you turn back, pulling his suitcase to the guest room. You hear the front door close and the rolling of suitcase wheels on the hardwood floor come up behind you. 

“You can stay in here, I’ve never used the bed so let me know if it’s uncomfortable and I’ll buy a mattress pad. It should be nice and warm though, there’s even an electric blanket on the bottom.” You say as you pull his suitcase next to the bed, turning to face him. Your eyes meet for a second before his head shoots back towards the floor. 

“Kook, I know that we didn’t end on great terms and that you were upset when I left, but if what I am assuming is happening, we are going to have to learn to face each other.” You mumble, your hands clasped in front of you, watching him move slowly, pulling his suitcase behind him. 

“Did he force you to come here? Or was this your choice?” You ask quietly, taking two steps forwards, reaching out for him slowly, your hand recoiling as he flinches away from you, your eyes scanning over him in shock. 

“I just didn’t want to go to a poun… shelter.” His voice comes out quietly, his eyes still focused on his shoes, the ears on the top of his head flicking back and forth taking in every noise he hears. 

You nod slowly, taking a step backwards, hoping to make him a little more comfortable. “Well, glad to know I’m better than a hybrid shelter.” You chuckle, relaxing a little as the corners of his mouth turn upwards. 

“Look, I’m going to go to bed, I’ll see you in a few hours, make yourself at home, there is a bathroom just down the hall, and my room is upstairs first door to the left, come grab me if you need anything.” You say quietly, patting him lightly on the arm as you walk past, glad you’re not getting a similar reaction to before. 

“We can’t make eye contact. It’s disrespectful.” You hear the soft words as you leave the room, stopping to wait for more information. “The mistress says we should be well trained like the animals we are. Eye contact is a sign of disrespect and aggression so it’s forbidden.” He continues, and your mouth falls open a little. 

You were well aware of who this mistress is. 

“That’s why I can’t look at you. I don’t want to be disrespectful.” He adds his voice barely above a whisper. 

“Jungkook, as far as I’m concerned you’re a grown man, you can do whatever you like. Whatever rules this mistress pushed on you are not continuing here. If it makes you more comfortable to refrain from eye contact that’s fine, but you don’t have to follow those rules anymore.” You say quickly, watching him nod slightly, his eyes firmly stuck to the ground. 

“I’ll see you in a few hours, get some rest.” You sigh, you hand tight beside you as you rush into your bedroom, pulling your phone out from under the covers. 

‘Call me at 9am.’ The text is clear, and blunt, and you shove your phone back under your pillow before tucking yourself back into the warm covers. 

“What a prick.” 

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Jungkook is asleep in a tight ball when you walk past his bedroom - the door wide open his body tucked under the large blanket. You let out a small sigh, slowly closing his door as you pull the phone from your dressing gown pocket, waiting patiently for the phone call you’ve been expecting. 

When the phone finally rings, a cup of peppermint tea in hand, you slip outside answering the call and pressing the phone to your ear. 

“Hoseok.” You say, the man on the other line spitting out words quickly. 

“I swear it wasn’t planned, it was so last minute and you were the only person I could think of. He trusts you and you know how to look after him, you were the only option.”

“Hoseok, why on earth did you dump him here? And how did you get my address?” You interrupt, taking a long sip of your tea as you wait for him to answer. 

“An old friend.” He says slowly, hesitating to continue. “Yoongi gave it to me, he was just trying to help me find a safe place for Jungkook, it was actually his idea to bring him to you.” 

“You have to be fucking kidding me.” 

“I can’t explain now, but maybe we can meet up in a week or two and I’ll tell you everything - please just look after him, he needs someone like you in his life” Hoseok adds, spitting a quick goodbye, before hanging up on you, leaving you in the dust once again. 

“What a goddamn, cock sucking ass— Hey Kook, you’re awake.” 

“It’s alright you can say it, he’s a dick for bringing me here without warning you first.” Jungkook says quickly, standing awkwardly by the back door, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“Jungkook, come take a seat for a minute, we need to have a chat.” Jungkook abides quickly, pulling out the chair across from you sitting lightly on the edge of the wooden seat. 

“Why did he bring you here? Do you know what is going on, cause so far I’ve gotten nothing.” 

“The mistress.” Jungkook says slowly, his head rising, his eye meeting yours quickly. “She didn’t want us anymore, she wants new pets.” He adds. You were well aware of the mistress, also known as Kim Sooyoung, Hoseok’s fiancé, and the women he cheated on you with. She had always been a piece of work, growing up wealthy using hybrids like toys, a way to boost her social status. 

Jungkook was rare, grizzly bear hybrids hard to find for adoption in the modern world, most of them being placed in sanctuaries due to their tempers and immense strength. Jungkook was gifted to Hoseok when he was six. 

A present.

A friend. 

They grew up together, and the fact that some girl had managed to come between the pair was alarming. 

“What do you mean us?” You ask.

“Taehyung, he’s a bengal tiger, he came when the mistress moved in.” You nod, motioning for him to continue. “I head the mistress and Hobi talking a few weeks ago, she said she was looking at a new pair of leopard brothers. He didn’t want to give us up at first, he kept saying they made a promise when we were adopted but she convinced him, said we were misbehaving too much and it wouldn’t look good when they took us to events.” 

“The tiger, is he still with them?” Jungkook nods to your question, his hand tight in his lap. “Are you two close?” You ask again, watching a Jungkook shrugs a little. 

“She always favoured him, we never really spent much time together, she said I was a bad influence for him so we were usually separated” 

“What’s happening with him?” 

“I’m not too sure, I did hear mentions of a breeding facility, they were going to pay over one million for a pure bred bengal.” You watch as jungkook’s face drop a little - despite the two hybrids not being close you could tell there was some sort of connection there. 

You had heard a lot about breeding facilities - more often than not the studs were drugged kept sedated so they were more complying with requests. Most of the times the male hybrids were rare and dangerous, so the facilities always claimed to sedation was to keep staff safe. 

“Ok, leave that with me.” You mumble making a mental note to ask Hoseok about it when you see him next. 

“I was thinking about walking down to the town market today, did you maybe want to come?” You ask, watching as Jungkook raises his eyebrows in question. “I just mean, surely there are some essentials you need, and maybe we can pick you out a few snacks.” You add on, smiling a little as he nods his head slowly, deciding you’d both have a quick shower before heading to the market.

 

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It’s clear as you reach the bustling street market that Jungkook has not been social in a long time. He stand right behind you, almost pressed against your back as you weave your way through the crowd, saying quick hello’s to whoever initiates conversation. 

“It’s busier than normal today - I think strawberries have just come into season.” You speak loudly, hoping the male behind you can hear what your saying. You see him nod a little when you swing your head back to face him. 

“My favourite store is at the very back, I hope they’re not sold out yet.” You say, stopping in your tracks turning to face him a little. “It’s a lot of people, isn’t it?” You question.

“I’m just not used to— I’ve never been around— What if I—“ 

“What if you what?”

“What if I hurt someone? What if I loose my temper and hurt someone who did nothing wrong?” 

“Jungkook, you’ve never hurt anyone before, why are you so worried about it now?” 

“The mistress, she said it’s what I was bred for, that I was made to cause pain.” He whimpers, holding his shoulders forwards trying to avoid anyone who slips past him. 

“Well she’s wrong. You’d never hurt anyone who doesn’t deserve it, you’re still human Jungkook, not some kind of wild animal.” You sigh, looking at the people around you before reaching forwards, grabbing his hand, lacing his fingers with yours before pulling him along to the lone stall at the end of the street. 

“Hi Mr Park, you wouldn’t happen to have anymore berries in stock, would you?” The older man smiles brightly before pulling a bag out from under his small table. 

“Save the best for you, my dear. I see you have a friend with you today.” 

“This is Jungkook, he’s an old friend we’ve been catching up with each other.” The older man sends a quick smile at jungkook before slipping an extra pint of berries into the bag. 

“My grizzly aways loved his berries.” He whispers to you, and you smile back, sliding the money over the table before taking the bag in your spare hand leading Jungkook back towards the main market. 

“What did he say to you?” He questions, his hand still tight in yours as he leans forwards so you can hear him better. 

“Don’t worry about it, just that he picked the best of the crop for us.” 

“Do you have toothpaste? Shampoo?” You question as you slide into the shop, picking out a basket and walking to the toiletry aisle, stopping in front of the mens essential section. Jungkook stops close behind you looking at the cleaning supplies in surprise. 

“Pick whatever you usually use.” You say, looking at some of the different body washes and what breeds they interact with. “It says any type of bear breeds usually like honey scents.” You add, turning to the frozen male. 

“Kook?” 

“I don’t know what I usually use - she never let me pick anything.” 

“Oh, well why don’t we try this one.” You say softly, taking a shampoo bottle of the shelf and handing it to him, “It says it good for moisture and the honey, pine tree scent is good for relaxation.” You add as he surveys the bottle looking at it with a deep glare, you grab the matching conditioner chucking both bottle into the basket before continuing down the aisle. You grab a few more items, toothpaste, a toothbrush as some body wash, stopping in front of the deodorant section, motioning for Jungkook to step forwards. 

“Just pick one that you like the smell of.” You say softly, hovering behind him patiently as he picks up every kind of deodorant and looks over the label quickly. 

“This one seems good.” He says slowly standing from his crouched position in front of the shelves, moving over to the basket to place it inside. 

“Okay, the last thing we need is snacks. Do you have anything you prefer?” You ask as you scan down the list on your phone checking off the things that you’ve already placed in your basket. Jungkook shakes his head, letting out a tired sigh. 

“Well, why don’t I pick a few things, we can try them together and we can always come back if there is anything you really like.” Jungkook just nods, his shoulder starting to sag in fatigue, the anxiety of the days seeming to take a toll on him. 

You’re quick to move through the store picking every snack you think he would enjoy, a few of them sparking your memory from when you previously lived together. You take your items to the front desk, paying quickly with a small smile as the cashier looks over the large man besides you. Jungkook’s fidgeting breaks your concentration on the item screen as you turn your gaze towards the cashier, watching her gaze linger on the muscles just barely concealed below his long sleeved shirt. 

“It’s rude to stare, you know.” You huff, as you pull the grocery bags off the counter, grabbing one of Jungkook’s hands in your own before tugging him out of the store. You and Jungkook walk the rest of the way back to the house in silence, his fingers still laced with yours as he taken longer strides to keep up with your quick steps. 

“I’m going to go out into the garden to pick some pumpkins for some soup tonight, did you want to help or did you want to do something else?” You ask as you walk through the front door, placing all the groceries on the kitchen counter, moving around with quick movement to put everything in it’s designated place. 

“I was wondering if maybe I could wander through the forest out the back, just to get a look at my surroundings.” Jungkook says softly, his eyes following your around the kitchen, as you stop and turn towards him, you catch his eyes darting back towards the floor. 

“Of course, go explore.” You say quickly, moving back to the groceries not noticing the way Jungkook flinches slightly at your tone.  

“I’m sorry for upsetting you in the store.” 

“What?” You question as you spin around, taking in the grizzly’s submissive posture. His shoulder shrunken inwards, his head hanging low, his hand linked tightly in front of himself. “Jungkook, what are you on about.” You ask again. 

“You just seem frustrated, and I wasn’t very helpful at the store, so it must be my fault.” He answers, his thought process astounding. 

“Kook, I’m not mad at you for not knowing which products you need, I’m mad at the girl at the counter for so blatantly checking you out, ignoring how uncomfortable you looked.” You reassure, taking in a deep breath of air before letting your body relax. “I’m not mad, just annoyed.” You say softer, taking a few steps forwards and reaching out to the hybrid. 

When he doesn’t flinch away from you, you take the time to unclamp his hand, push his shoulder back to the natural position and lift his head lightly with a finger under his chin. “I can never be mad at you, kookie.” You whisper, the corners of your lips lifting in a gentle smile, as you take a step away from him, pulling open the bottom drawer in the kitchen pulling out a set of keys. 

“Go explore, I think you’ll really love the river about six hundred metres into the forest, it’s very relaxing.” You say softly, opening on of his hands and placing the key and closing his hand over it. “Come and go and you please Jungkook. You live here now, might as well learn what’s around, the soup will be down around six if you wanted some.” 

“Okay.” He says softly, looking down at the key in his palm, before lifting his head, his eyes locking with yours. 

Those stupid deep, brown, doe eyes stealing the breath from your chest. 

“I’ll see you for dinner.” 

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You had made good progress over the past sixteen days with Jungkook. He made eye contact without hesitation and was making good use of the key you gave him, often leaving in the early morning to explore the forest, finding his way back to the house for lunch. 

Today had not followed the typical routine. Jungkook sat on your bed watching as you ushered around your bedroom, choosing bits and pieces from the cupboard. You looked down at your white button up shirt tucked into your black dress pants the fitted black blazer hanging over your arm. 

“Do you think this outfit says, I hate your guts and this is just business?” You ask the frowning grizzly bear picking at the pom poms on your white duvet. 

“I don’t think you should be going to meet him alone.” Jungkook says not answering your earlier question. You sigh and close your cupboard pulling your sleek black heels with you to the bed, as you sit across from him. 

“Why not?” 

“He hurt you.” Jungkook answers, his hands gripping the duvet tightly. 

“He hurt me emotionally Jungkook, not physically.” You respond, before adding “And this is about keeping you safe not me, I need to meet with him to get him to handover the adoption papers and I need to enquire about your friend.” 

“But what if he does something again?” Jungkook begins, his head lifting to look at you as you bend down to pull on your heels. “He’s not the person you used to know.” 

“Neither am I, Kook. I’ve grown since I left him and I’m a stronger person now, nothing is going to happen.” 

“What if I came with you?” Jungkook asks, his hands finally releasing the blanket as you stand up from the mattress. 

“I can’t ask you to do that, he hurt you too, and a lot more recently than me.” 

“You’re not asking.” Jungkook says his voice firm. “I’m offering and I’m not taking no for an answer.” He adds. “I’ll get changed and meet you in the car.” 

“Alright then.” You huff in disbelief, grabbing your purse from the front door as you walk out to the car, pulling the keys out of your purse and sliding into the front seat. You type into your phone as you set up the directions, your head shooting up as Jungkook opens the passenger door, sliding into the seat. 

“Let’s get this over with then.” He says, his body coiled tight as you begin the forty-five minute drive into the city. The two of you listen to music, Jungkook replaying the songs he really likes, his eyes brightening as he watches the world fly past. 

As soon as you pull into the carpark of the fancy restaurant, Jungkook’s body tenses, his behaviour becoming similar to how it was when he arrived at your house. 

“That’s the mistress’s car.” Jungkook speaks softly, a small quiver in his voice. 

“You’re not hers anymore, Jungkook. You are your own person and follow your own rules, she can’t control you anymore.” You reassure him, stroking his arm lightly as he nods. “And don’t call her the mistress, don’t let her hold that power over you.” 

You both step out of the car, Jungkook sticks close by your side as you waltz into the restaurant, the hostess at the front taking your coat of your shoulders, as she guides you to the table where you past lover sits. 

“Hoseok.” You say as you reach the table. “Sooyoung.” You add, facing her for only a second as she hisses a greeting, her eyes immediately taking in Jungkook’s form behind you. “Don’t look at him, you look at me.” You mutter, taking your seat and motioning for Jungkook to take the one besides you. 

He hesitates. His eyes whisk over his previous two owners before he looks back down to you. He lets out a shaky breath before he takes a seat, his hands crossing over his lap. 

“Did you bring the paperwork?” You ask quickly. 

“Yes, it’s signed and has already been filed with the government, you should be getting his certificate within the week.” Hoseok responds, his eyes trailing over your grizzly bear sadly. 

“Good, I expected nothing less.” You huff, taking a sip from the glass of water in front of you before continuing. “I actually came here to negotiate the adoption of your other hybrid. Taehyung, is it?” You words seem to shock the two as they both recoil slightly. 

“We’ve actually already set up an adoption for him, he’s not available.” Sooyoung begins but your raise a hand to silence her. 

“Yes, the breeding facility, I’m aware.” The two of them watch as you smile bitterly before digging into your purse for some paperwork. “You see, I’ve done some digging since you dumped Jungkook at my door. I found some interesting information on the most recent laws that were passed two weeks ago, I believe on hybrid rights.” Sooyoung shifts uncomfortably in her seat. 

“I’ve gotten first hand victim statements from Jungkook that this change in homing was not entirely consensual and he was not given much choice in the matter, and I suspect it is the same with your tiger hybrid, under section seven of the hybrid right laws, that paper you signed when they were adopted state that all rehoming must be consensual and of free will by the hybrid.” You state, watching as Hoseok’s head drops towards the ground. 

“Now in Jungkook’s case he has agreed that being adopted by me is in his best interest and is willing to drop the charges, if and only if you agree to re-home his fellow hybrid to a more fitted home.” You finish your statement by taking another sip of your water, reaching your hand over to still Jungkook’s restless leg. 

“You can’t be serious.” 

“Deadly, in face I’ve already ordered a wellness check on Taehyung, I should be hearing back from the any moment now.” You respond a cold smile on your face as you wait for the two of them to react. 

“You are such a cock sucking whore.” Sooyoung says standing from her seat at the table, glaring over at you. 

“I think I could say the same about you, Mistress.” You sneer, not budging from your seat, as she reaches over the table to grab a fistful of your shirt. You have no time to react as a hand snaps out grabbing hold of her wrist pulling it away from you roughly, a pained expression taking over her face.

“You do not touch her.” Jungkook growls, his hand tight around her wrist. 

“Kook, let go.” You whisper. 

“Do you understand me?” He snarls, his hand slamming down on the table waiting for her response. She nods quickly, his hand releasing her, as Hoseok looks at the hybrid in surprise. 

“I think it will be best, if Jungkook and I get going.” You mumble, standing from your seat, straightening out your shirt, before looking down at the male and female still seated at the table. “I do hope you take our offer seriously, you know where to find me if you want the claims of hybrid abuse to disappear. I expect to be hearing that you’re treating Taehyung will the respect he deserves.” You finish before squeezing past Jungkook and making your way to the front of the restaurant the hostess rushing to hand you your jacket as you exit the front doors. 

“I knew it was a bad idea to come here.” Jungkook growl, his ears flat against his hand, as he opens and closes his fists. “I’m rabid and violent and I just scared a whole bunch of people in there.” 

“Jungkook…” You sigh, unlocking the doors of the car, stopping in front of the passenger door. You can hear Jungkook muttering to himself as he paces behind you in the carpark. 

“I’m violent and aggressive and need to be locked in a cage for what I did.” 

“Jungkook, please.” You groan, turning away from the car to face the frazzled hybrid. “Jungkook, stop.” You shout, as you move forwards, grabbing onto his hands to stop his pacing, freezing as he turns to face you. 

“She was right about me.” 

“No, she wasn’t. You are not violent, or aggressive or rabid. You were abused and mistreated and you just confronted someone who has made living hard for you. If anything you should be proud of yourself for standing up to such a putrid excuse for a woman.” You hiss, glaring back at the restaurant, slowly turning back to him, his eyes locked with yours, his gaze blazing. 

“Are you proud of me?” Jungkook asks softly. His eyes softening. 

“Of course, I’m proud of you.” You respond, your eyes flickering between his, his eyebrows furrowed as he stands frozen in your grip. 

“You’re proud of me?” Jungkook says, his tone questioning as he continues to stare down at you, the size of the grizzly hybrid becoming strikingly obvious. Jungkook nods to himself for a moment before he leans down, his lips capturing yours softly.  

“Jungkook what’re you doing?” You question quietly as he pulls his mouth away from yours, twisting his wrist to pull them from your grip. 

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.” He whispers back, his hands landing on the sides of your face as he pulls your mouth back to his, his kiss fiercer, more desperate than before. You lean into the hybrid, your face growing in warmth as you reach for his belt tugging on it softly to pull his body into yours. 

“We should probably go home.” Jungkook says as he pulls his face away from yours, you nods biting down on your swollen bottom lip. “I’ll drive.” He adds, pulling the keys from your clenched hand. Jungkook leans forwards and places one more chaste kiss to your lips before rushing around to the drivers side of the car. 

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“No, thank you for the report, I appreciate the assessment.” You speak into the phone, pacing around your down stairs office as you think over what the hybrid welfare officer had told you. 

‘Malnourished, bruised and timid’ Were the key words which set your hairs on end. ‘Relocation to be sorted out immediately’ joined the list. 

“Officer Kim, if I might request that the hybrid gets located with me, I’m actually going through the process of adopting his brother at the moment, that how I became aware of the tiger and I’m sure they’d love to be reunited.” Your words seem to stop the officers relay of the report as he hums into the phone, you can hear his keyboard clicking as he looks through the records. 

“Ah, yes I see here your are in the process of adopting Jungkook, a grizzly bear hybrid?”

“Yes.”

“And you think you’re suitable to take care of a bengal tiger on top of a grizzly bear?” The officer asks his voice holding doubt. 

“I do, since I already am looking after his brother I feel he will adapt quite quickly, and I work from home with a large property for them both to roam and have space to enrich themselves without causing damage, I feel I am a strong candidate for him.” You answer honestly, the response practiced to a tee. 

“I’ll put in a request, you might hear by as soon as tomorrow afternoon if you are a good candidate.” 

“That would be great, thank you Officer Kim.” The phone call ends a lot better than you were expecting. You sit your phone on the desk looking over at the police report on your computer once again before closing down the document. 

“Did it go well?” Jungkook’s voice is quiet from the doorway, startling your slightly. 

“I think so, they said I’ll know as early as tomorrow afternoon if I’m suitable to care for him. This report isn’t good thought Kook, he’s going to be in quiet a state if he comes here.” You sigh, running your hands through your hair, as Jungkook crouches in front of you. 

“He’s been with her for a long time, but if anyone can give him what he needs it’s you. He’ll be okay, he’s a strong man.” You nod at his words, smiling as he pushes the hair away from your face, leaning up to place a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“We should get some sleep, if Taehyung is coming here there will be a lot to do.” You say, sliding on your slippers and making your way up the stairs into your bedroom, quickly changing into your pyjamas. 

“Do you think maybe I can stay in here with you tonight?” Jungkook asks as he watches you pull back the covers on your bed. 

It doesn’t take you long to nod your head in agreement, Jungkook unbuttoning his shirt throwing it over a chair nearby before walking to the opposite side of the bed, pulling the covers down to mirror you. You both slide onto the mattress pulling the covers up to your chest, your body tense as you try to ignore the shirtless hybrid besides you. 

“You should relax.” Jungkook chuckles, as he turns onto his side, propping his head up with his hand as he watches you fiddle with the covers. Jungkook lets out another low chuckle before his free arm reaches forwards, wrapping over your waist pulling your body towards him, the warmth of his body seeping into your side instantly. 

“Oh, I could get used to this.” You sigh in delight. 

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You hear the loud knocks at 5am, Jungkook shooting up from the bed besides you.”Who is that?” You groan, rubbing at your eyes before slipping out from under the covers, sliding on your slippers and trudging your way to the front door. The knocking continues as you turn the front hallway light on reaching for the locks. 

You swing the door open, letting out a short gasp at the sight in front of you. 

“My name is Officer Lee, I heard you were looking to adopt this Bengal Tiger Hybrid.” The police officer says slowly, his gaze shooting to the figure besides you. 

“Taehyung?” Jungkook questions almost silently. 

“I am.” 

“Due to unforeseen circumstances we’ve had to remove him from his previous location and place him into witness protection, we were hoping you would be able to care for him until his new placement can be sorted.” The officer continues, and you nod, immediately reaching towards the suitcases.

“Of course, he can stay as long as he needs.” You bustle, wishing the officer farewell, finally looking over the shocked hybrid. 

“What has she done to you?” You gasp as the tiger walks into the hall, the light showing the extensiveness of his injuries. The tiger is silent taking in the grizzly bear behind you, and the home around him. 

“You abandoned me.” The first words out of Taehyung’s mouth shock you. 

“You abandoned me.” He continues lunging forwards towards Jungkook before either of your can react.  

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Art by mmumechii

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Taeby x Tan 😭🥺

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hey pretty ♡

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stfu stfu literally nobody has an ugly smile or an ugly laugh its just not a thing. your smiles and laughter are the literal manifestations of your joy theyre gorgeous no matter what they look like or how they sound

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i’m a change person after experiencing action-taker jungkook look

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“i’d rather die than live without passion but the fire in me is fading”