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Mafia! BTS - You Give Them The Silent Treatment

Jin

"Princess, you're not planning on ignoring me forever, are you?" asked your boyfriend as he watched you pull your hair in a ponytail in front of the bathroom mirror.

You purposely didn't respond and moisturized your face before putting on makeup.

You had had an argument earlier that day about whether you should go out with your friends tonight or not. You haven't been out in forever as you spent every waking moment with your boyfriend - and you liked it that way. But you wanted to see your girl friends once in a while too. It was F/N's birthday and you wouldn't miss it for the world. You had already bought a gift prior to your argument with Jin, not even expecting him to act that possessive.

Out of pure spite, you lined your lips with deep red lipstick that you knew drove Jin insane. True to your suspicion, it took but seconds before he wrapped his hands around your hips and began kissing your neck. It took every last bit of self-control in you to get away from him, because even though you did not want to admit it, his touch made your knees weak.

You unlocked his arms from your waist, leaving Jin awe. He watched you with his mouth parted while you put on your outfit, not believing you could resist his affections. He frowned at the clothes that fit your body perfectly. He wanted nothing more but to pull you to him and tear them off.

Once again, his arms went around your waist and squeezed you tightly so that you could not escape his grip. He left wet kisses up your collarbone and nestled at your neck, finding your sweet spot.

A quiet moan escaped your lips, blowing your cover. You blushed deeply as your tummy swirled with butterflies and your heartbeat quickened.

"What was that, princess?" murmured Jin and continued to kiss you. He turned you around and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.

You still went to the birthday party, but you arrived very, very late.

Namjoon

You sat on the sofa with a pillow in your lap as you watched a movie on your own, trying not to think about the stupid argument you had with your boyfriend.

"What are you watching, baby?" he asked but you didn't answer him. You simply shifted on the sofa and hugged the pillow in your lap. Namjoon narrowed his eyes at you, quickly realizing what you were up to.

"You're not doing what I think you're doing, are you, baby?" he asked sternly but you didn't respond to him again. You knew that ignoring him will piss Namjoon off the most; he hated it and so did you but you were so frustrated with him. He was very loyal and loving as a boyfriend, but sometimes the control-freak in him just got out of control. He wanted to know everything - where you were, where you were going, who with, how you were going to get there... Upon demanding he trust you, Namjoon showered you with possible scenarios of everything that could happen to you. It was just frustration to reason with him about this side of him.

"Are you not talking to me, baby?" asked Namjoon as he sat down beside you. You kept your gaze on the screen, although you haven't been paying much attention to what was going on in the movie anyways.

"If you don't talk to me, then I might have to stop talking to you too," he tried to manipulate you into terminating your silent treatment. You looked at him harshly.

"Good," you snapped and returned to the movie, squeezing your pillow to calm your nerves beneath the intensity of Namjoon's glare. He frowned deeply and licked his lips as he nodded to himself.

But something snapped within him and he grabbed the remote control, turning off the TV. You looked him in the eye, your anger almost matching his own. You would never admit it, but seeing him with his jaw clenched and his eyes hooded made you a little bit afraid of him.

You got up to leave but his hands caught you and sat you on his lap.

"No, you're not going anywhere until you talk to me," he assured.

"Fine! I'm speaking to you now," you snapped frustrated, trying to get up again but his grip on you was iron-bound.

"Not like that," he growled against your ear. You sighed, battling with the tears that wanted to creep into your eyes.

"Joon..." you breathed, absolutely exhausted of arguing. The fact that you did not call him by his full name made something soften within him. Maybe it was your tone that did it, but he loosened his hold on you. You were free to get up and march away from him but you kept put on your own. Your fingers found his much larger palm and squeezed it gently.

"You still don't trust me," you whispered, swallowing down your tears. Namjoon paused, finally understanding what your argument was about.

"I do, baby."

"No, you don't..." you said, a quiet tear slipping down your cheek.

"I do. It's others I don't trust," assured Namjoon and brought you close to him. You were his safe person, of course he trusted you.

Yoongi

You were curled up on your bed, legs tangled into the covers. A pillow beneath your head, you sniffled away the tears. You had had a pointless argument with your boyfriend and you could hardly even remember what it was about anymore. But the two of you knew perfectly well that you hadn't been talking since. Yoongi spent most of his time in the study, burying himself in work so that he did not have to think about you giving him the silent treatment. He tried to talk to you a few times but you'd just turn away from him and pretend to sleep. It was odd that you spent the entire day in bed when you'd always find something to do on a Saturday.

Come evening, Yoongi shut his laptop and turned off his phone. He left his office and slowly push the bedroom door open. You were still lying in the same position as he left you in hours ago. Yoongi frowned at the sight of you and closed the door behind him as he made his way towards you. Your eyes were shut but he wasn't sure if you were actually asleep or just did not want to talk to him.

He knelt down beside you and tucked a lose lock of hair behind your ear. You stirred from your gentle sleep and slowly opened your eyes. But the sight of Yoongi made you turn around immediately. You hugged the covers close to you and hid your face in the pillow.

"Jagi-ya..." said your boyfriend, caressing your arm. "Have you even had anything to eat since this morning?" he asked very seriously.

"Come on, talk to me, jagi. You can't ignore me forever," Yoongi insisted and kissed the back of your shoulder. The tips of his hair brushed against your neck and suddenly his nose brushed against your cheek, his lips placing a loving kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"But I want to," you murmured and shifted lightly, trying to get him to leave you be, although deep down you wanted nothing more but his soft kisses.

Yoongi smiled at your response, knowing he broke through your walls. "Come on, jagi... You need to eat something," he insisted with a voice as warm as honey. He kissed your cheek again and then your neck and shoulder too.

You couldn't take it any longer. Your hand found his and hugged it close to your chest. "I'm sorry we argued," you mumbled. A smile grew on Yoongi's face because you were too adorable to handle. He sat down on the bed and picked you up easily so that you straddled his lap. You looked down with a small pout.

"Yaaa, you're so cute, jagi," said Yoongi, the smile in his eyes shifting to something much more familiar to you. You kissed him in response and wrapped your hands around his neck. He deepened the kiss immediately, his chest tense as he pulled you to him. Your boyfriend left greedy kisses down your jawline before you came to a realization.

"Heeey, I'm hungry," you whined. Yoongi smiled against your neck and placed one last kiss on top of your sweet spot.

"Okay, jagi. Get dressed, I want to take you out," he ordered as he looked into your eyes again. You knew that this was his way of apologizing. You accepted it by sealing it with a kiss before you jumped into the closet and got dressed.

Hoseok

You had ignored your boyfriend throughout the entire day. He got into an argument with you over the stupidest little thing, frustrating you completely. Hoseok tried to speak to you but whenever he would, you turned away and remain silent.

When you arrived home from the lessons and took off your jacket, you made your way to the bedroom, eager to forget the difficult day you had had.

Yet when you opened the bedroom door, a bouquet of roses waited for you on the bed, a velvet box set down beside it. It was rather big and square-like. Breath hitched in the back of your throat as you dared to open it with every bit of hesitation you could harvest. A diamond necklace lay within it, a blood-red ruby at its centre, matching the roses in the bouquet.

"Do you like it?" said Hoseok as he hugged you from behind. You winced in surprise but his hold caught you. You looked into his eyes while he was already observing your reaction.

"Hobi... W-what..." you stuttered, not even knowing what to say.

"That's me apologizing, Y/N," he explained plainly and took the necklace from the box. You held your hair up as he placed it around your neck, the cold stones making you shiver.

"But... You could have just said..." you tried to collect your words, still in shock of his extravagant gift, although you should have been used to them by now.

"Of course not," he whispered against your neck as he kissed you softly. "You look perfect, Y/N," said Hoseok, pulling you close whilst placing more kisses on your skin. You smelled of wonderful perfume, making goosebumps appear on his arms. The fact that you would not talk to him was destroying him inside out. He would do anything so that you'd forgive him.

But in your mind there was nothing to forgive really, it was a stupid argument and you were just frustrated not actually holding a deep sort of grudge.

You kissed Hobi on the lips, cupping his cheeks while his hands rested on your sides. "You didn't have to do this," you whispered, shaking your head. "I was being stupid, I just-"

"Shh, baby, don't say that. I should have listened to you," apologized Hoseok and kissed you over and over again.

Jimin

Your boyfriend had been acting particularly jealous lately. It showed by keeping an eye on where you were going and who you were going with in particular. Completely sick and tired of his interrogations, you decided to give him the silent treatment. You crossed your arms over your chest as you turned away, curled up on the sofa. He snatched your phone from you, checking who was texting you so relentlessly.

"Who's F/N?" he demanded but it was just one of your classmates that desperately needed notes. You didn't respond to him and stared before yourself.

"Don't you fucking dare ignore me, sweetheart," threatened Jimin, almost speaking each of those words individually. You could slap him for all he cared, but you couldn't ignore him as if he didn't exist.

"Don't fucking insult me with your accusations then," you snapped and used his own words against him. Jimin glared at you profoundly, the sheer anger in his eyes making your skin crawl.

"Don't give me reasons to," he growled, his nostrils flaring as he made his way towards you.

Jimin put his arms on each side of you, trapping you against the sofa. You looked up at him defiantly, doing your best not to cave but his sharp glare made you look away. Frustrated with him, you pushed his chest away and slipped his grasp, storming off into the bathroom. You locked the door behind you, ignoring his threats as you paced up and down, trying to keep the tears in your eyes.

He didn't trust you and it hurt you more than you cared to admit. But the tears forcing down your cheeks made you confess your pain.

"Y/N, open the fucking door," demanded Jimin calmly, although you could sense his anger though his voice. Something snapped in you and you slammed your palm painfully against the door.

"Why don't you trust me?! I'd never hurt you!" you shouted, your voice cracking through the tears soaking your face. There was no response from the other side. All you could hear was a door opening and closing after a few minutes of silence.

Hesitating, you turned the doorknob and peaked outside. You were alone. Your chest gave a painful squeeze as you looked around, wondering if Jimin would even come back again. You sat on the sofa and cried into your hands, quiet sobs hurting your chest. You didn't even realize how much time had passed, but suddenly a gentle hand touched your arm. You looked up quickly and found Jimin in front of you. You threw your arms around his neck and buried your nose in his warm neck. Jimin did not respond at first, puzzled by your actions. He put the roses he got you on the coffee table and hugged you back tightly, realizing you had feared he would not came home again.

"Oh, sweetheart," he said comfortingly whilst petting your hair. "I just went to get you some flowers. I'm sorry, kitten," explained Jimin. His voice remained stoic, however, his touch was as gentle as a feather against your head.

"I don't want to argue anymore," you murmured and hugged him close.

Taehyung

You had an argument with your boyfriend, not even quite sure what it was about anymore, but you knew he pissed you off more than usual. You weren't one to give the silent treatment yet you knew that would frustrate him the most.

"Are you ignoring me, jagi?" he asked you smoothly, leaning against the kitchen counter as you made yourself some tea. You didn't respond, you didn't even look at him. He bit his lip, watching how the curve of your backside revealed beneath your silk shorts each time you took a step.

You set down your tea to soak whilst you were going to take a shower. You closed the door behind you before you stripped of your clothes and pulled your hair into a messy bun. The hot water ran down your back as you tried to wash away the frustration off your body. Not even hearing when the door opened, you could still notice Tae entering the bathroom. He pulled off his black shirt and threw it on the floor, stripping down completely before he joined you in the shower. You couldn't help but stare at his beautiful chest, admiring every inch of his skin. You looked away and ignored him again as you grabbed the shampoo.

"Even if you ignore me, jagi, I can't ignore you," he murmured deeply. Tae's thumb traced the middle of your lips. You looked up into his eyes purposely, driving him crazy. Unable to hold himself back, he kissed your lips hungrily as his arms went around your soft abdomen. You tried to keep from responding at first but you caved in matter of seconds.

"I'm sorry, jagi," he whispered against the sweet spot on your neck, "Do you forgive me?" teased Taehyung.

"Mhm," you murmured absent-mindedly as your craved his touch whilst forgetting you even even argued.

Jungkook

You slept in through the morning long after Jungkook left for work because you were exhausted from so much studying. Yet when he came home, you were sitting in your armchair with your hands crossed over your chest. You stared at the tv screen motionlessly, although you didn't even pay attention to what you were watching.

When Jungkook arrived home, he called you name but you didn't respond. He frowned as he hung his jacket, surprised to find you in the living room where you could hear him perfectly yet chose not to respond.

"Baby?" he asked confused as you'd usually come running to his arms when he arrived home. Again, you didn't respond and only shifted in your chair, hugging one of the pillows.

He narrowed his eyes at you as he got himself a glass of water, wondering what was going on.

"Are you ignoring me, Y/N?" asked your boyfriend, standing almost beside you but you still wouldn't raise your gaze. When he stepped in front of you to block the television you looked down, frowning.

"Why?" he asked blankly, kneeling down in front of you. You pouted like a little child, slowly glaring at him.

"You ate all of my cereal," you snapped, looking him dead in the eye as did he you. The corners of his lips slowly curved upwards until the smile grew into a toothy grin and his grin turned to a heartful laugh.

"Hey, don't laugh at me! This is serious!" you whined, sitting up straight as you hit his shoulder playfully but he only laughed more. "You know I can't eat anything else in the morning!"

"I know, baby, I know," laughed your boyfriend whilst trying to stop himself to keep you from getting angrier. He held your hand in his, an amazing kind of ease and happiness coming over him. Jungkook brought your face to him and kissed you between smiles. You didn't understand his easy-going reaction but ended up giggling as well.

"I'll ran down to the 24/7 shop and get them for you, okay?" he whispered against your lips before he kissed you again.

"You better," you pouted but could not remain upset with him, not when you saw him give you his toothy smile.

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Mafia! BTS - They find out your father is an abusive alcoholic

WARNING: ABUSE AND VIOLENCE

Jin

You stirred the vegetables in the pan, trying to cook yourself some lunch but your mind was elsewhere. You had spend the weekend at your parents', although you regretted it now. Nothing had changed; certainly not your father, who still used your mom as a punching bag every once in a while. With your short return, you took on her role. A part of you was glad that you could take the anger in your mom's stead, but most of you was furious, furious but desperate and weak.

"Princess, what are you doing?" asked your boyfriend, waking you up from your thoughts. You looked at him, not even comprehending what he said. He took the pan out of your hands and turned off the cooker as you did not even notice you had burned the vegetables.

"I'm sorry, I didn't..." you shook your head, unable to get a hold of your own attention. Your eyes were glassy and the thoughts behind them floated far far away.

"What's wrong, princess?" asked Jin.

"Nothing," you murmured, locking your arms around Jin as you leaned your head against his broad chest. He ran his fingers through your hair, but still you couldn't possibly bring yourself to think of anything else but how to save your mom from your abusive father. There was a conscious part of you that knew she would have to take the decision to leave him on her own, that no amount of your persuasion could do it. Yet you also knew that if she had not had the courage to do it in the past twenty-something years, she wasn't going to leave him now either.

"What's that?" questioned your boyfriend as he brushed the hair from your neck.

"Huh?" you rose your head lazily.

"Did that happen while you were at home?" he asked abhorred and enraged, inspecting the fingerprint bruising on your neck. He knew there was no other place he'd let you go on your own. What more, some of his men were ordered to keep an eye on you during the weekend and you had not left the house other than to sit in the garden.

"W-what?" you stuttered. Suddenly, you were on high alert, worried that you had said some of your thoughts aloud. You followed Jin's piercing stare and felt your neck where he was staring at. You winced at your own touch, your eyes widening. A bruise.

It had not showed this morning in front of the mirror so you thought it would not appear at all.

"I-It's nothing," you lied, "I just... I-I..." you tried to think of something but what could have possibly happened to you that would leave fingerprints on your neck.

"Princess, don't lie to me," Jin gritted through his teeth and trapped you against the sink with his long arms. You had never seen him this angry before. The look in his eyes was that of rage, his hands nearly shaking with anger.

"Tell me what happened," he demanded, propping up your chin. You looked at him with pleading eyes, trying not to blink or the tears would slip down your cheeks.

"If I tell you," you began in a voice so small, it was barely coherent, "You can't hurt him, okay?"

Jin scoffed a grin, staring at you with a look of absolute madness. "You're not serious, princess," he spat darkly, "I'll be doing no such thing and you'll tell me anyway."

You knew your boyfriend well enough to know there was no changing his mind. The state of rage he was in could not be soothed, not even by your touch. Someone hurt his girl, his princess. And Jin's hunger for their suffering was insatiable.

"Jin..."

"The truth, princess," he repeated for the last time, defeating you on the spot. You brushed the tears from your eyes, although they kept on falling. You told him the truth. You explained everything from beginning to the end, your voice cracking now and again.

"You should have told me sooner," said Jin once you finished, tucking a piece of your loose hair behind your ear. He brushed the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs, doing his very best to keep himself from snapping in utter fury. But the sight of you and the pain you had struggled to carry yourself forced him to control himself.

He usually preferred his men to do the dirty work in his stead because of the blood that got on his clothes and hands scared you. Yet this was going to be one of the very special occasions that Jin will take care of himself - and enjoy it immensely.

Namjoon

You had been applying makeup to your face for the past forty-five minutes since you returned home from a trip to your parents' place. A dark red mark resided on your cheek, a purple patch the size of almond forming just above your cheekbone. But no matter how much foundation, how much concealer and bronzer you applied, the forming bruise did not stay hidden.

Your hands were shaking as you checked the time on your phone, knowing your boyfriend should arrive home any minute. The sound of his footsteps forewarned you of his return.

"Wait, don't come in!" you called, slamming the doors close whilst realizing at the very same moment that that was the worst thing you could have possibly done.

"I'm sorry," you apologized immediately, "Please just... wait a moment..."

You hurried to apply some more concealer but the door opened slowly, Namjoon knocking. He leaned against the doorframe with a small grin on his lips.

"Did I forget about a date?" he asked playfully as he watched you put on make up. The bruised side of your face was turned away from him. For a moment, you felt like you could hide it from him yet the second you thought of that, Namjoon was already frowning.

He entered the bathroom, gently turning your chin to face him.

"What's this?" he asked confused, rubbing his thumb across the purple-red mark forcing through the makeup. A tan patch of concealer remained on his fingertip as you winced away, unable to hold back a whimper. It hurt even to touch it with the foundation sponge, what more his touch, although gentle.

His chest dropped at the realization, eyebrows coming together as his jaw clenched.

"Baby, who did this to you?" he asked, the tone of his voice darkening severely. You bit your lip and shook your head, looking down.

"Baby?" he asked again, this time more gently.

"I can't tell you," you whispered through your tears, shaking your head again. Namjoon cupped your cheeks, having you look up at him.

"Why not?"

"B-because I... I know w-what you'll do..." you stuttered, tears streaming down you cheeks.

"What will I do, baby?"

"You... You'll kill him," you whispered, your chin quivering as you shut your eyes.

"If I promise not to kill him, will you tell me?"

You looked into your boyfriend's eyes, not believing he would do such a thing. But he was completely serious. You nodded and bit your lip.

"I promise," he vowed, kissing you softly. You nodded and told him everything. How your dad spiralled out of control every time he had a drink, how he hurt your mom at first and then turned to you when that was not enough for him.

Namjoon had you wash off your makeup and apply some ointment instead. He held you close until you fell asleep, then quietly left the apartment.

***

"So, you're the sick fuck that likes to hurt girls?" asked Namjoon darkly. He was leaning against the wall as your father stumbled from the bar. He could barely raise his drunken gaze.

"What the fuck-" began your father but Namjoon's brass knuckles broke through his face. He rained down a storm on him, leaving him unrecognizable. He left your father with a threat on his lips - another promise: he will beg to die if he is ever seen near you or your family again. He will keep him alive tho, just to keep his promise to you.

Yoongi

"Baby..." you said slowly.

Yoongi rose his head from his phone, not quite used to you calling him nicknames. He had learned that when you did, there was definitely something wrong.

"At work... Sometimes... Do people pay you to hurt others?" you asked in a small voice, keeping your eyes on your hands. Yoongi remained silent, forcing you to face him. His brows were furrowed into a frightening frown as he watched you closely.

"We're not talking about my work, Y/N," he spoke lowly, leaving no room for arguments but you couldn't help yourself. Your chest hurt from so much anxiety and sadness.

"W-w-" you began, not getting out a single word. Your voice was about to crack and it was the last thing you wanted. Swallowing down your tears, you spoke again, "What... W-what if I were the c-customer?"

You dared glance at your boyfriend sitting on the sofa across from you yet immediately regretted doing so. His eyes were narrowed at you mercilessly. Thoughts stormed behind his ink-black irises when he got up, making you wince. You looked down immediately, your stomach twisting into knots as your eyes filled with hot tears.

Yoongi knelt in front of your armchair. "Jagi, do you have something to tell me?"

You remained silent, holding in your pain.

"Y/N?" Yoongi spoke more softly, trying to get you to look him in the eye by gently caressing your cheek. Yet the moment your gazes met, all the pain and the fear came tumbling down inside of your chest and mind. A shaky breath escaped your lips as you leaned your forehead against his shoulder, clutching your arms around your tummy.

"Jagi... Y/N, what's going on?" he asked again, his hand holding your delicate body against him. You showed him the bruises on your body from your weekend visit to your parents', explaining how your father had had a long history of alcohol abuse. Although he was perfectly alright when sober, your father turned into a raging beast whenever drunk. Not only did he hurt you, but your mom as well. She was the main reason you wanted it all to stop - it had to stop.

Yoongi listened without saying a single word. His head was in a storm but on the outside, he was razor calm.

"You're never going to see him again," he spoke quietly as he wiped the tear from your cheek with his thumb, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

True to his word, your mom called you the next day. Your father had gone missing and no one knew where he was, not even his drinking buddies. You observed your boyfriend as he came home the next day, but dared no ask about if he had anything to do with it. Your best guess was that Yoongi or some of his men scared your father and he took off, coward that he was. But you were so deeply mistaken. The man who called himself your father was in for a time of biblical torture until he would be praying for death. Yoongi made sure that your abuser would spent every single day for the rest of his life regretting ever setting a finger on you.

You never saw your father ever again, nor did you ever find out what really happened to him.

Hoseok

"Baby, what are you doing in bed?" asked your boyfriend, finding you in your bedroom at six o'clock in the afternoon. He climbed into bed beside you and kissed your cheek. A wet stain lay on the pillow beneath your eyes, Hoseok doubtlessly noticing. He brushed the hair that stuck to your face, caressing you awake.

You rubbed your eyes, turning to face him. Your chin quivered at the sight of your boyfriend, immediately scooting closer to his chest.

"Oh, baby, don't cry... What happened?" he asked gently, continuing to pet your hair.

"I j-just missed y-you so much," you stuttered, having yearned for the security of his embrace the entire day.

You had visited your mom earlier that day. Her wrist was swollen and her eyes puffy. You father has had another one of his drunken lash-outs and hurt her for telling him to keep the television volume down in the middle of the night. You remembered those days perfectly enough because there was not a time that you could recall when your father was not drunk. You'd get slapped for waking him up, yelled at and called names, things were thrown at you... You escaped him when you met Hoseok, although you never told your boyfriend about your life before. You even lied about it to keep him from worrying and reacting on impulse. But you couldn't help but blame yourself for your mother's state. When you were still living with your parents, you could protect her, take the punches in her stead. But now she was on her own and it was all your fault.

"This can't be just because you missed me," said Hoseok as you quietly sobbed beneath his touch. "Why don't you tell me what's really wrong, hm, baby?"

"M-my mom... s-she got h-hurt," you stuttered, unable to hold it in any longer. You told Hoseok everything.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he asked softly, although you could feel his chest stiffen in anger.

"I-I don't know," you whispered, "I w-was scared..."

"What were you scared of?" frowned Hoseok.

"Of... of what would happen... of what you'd do..."

"Oh, but sweetie, he doesn't deserve to live," said your boyfriend easily, kissing your forehead. His words made shivers run down your spine, more tears stinging your cheeks.

"What is it, baby?"

"Please don't hurt my family, Hoseok," you cried into his chest, fist clutched around his shirt.

"Don't call him family, Y/N," said Hoseok, his voice lowering with disgust.

"And besides, he hurt you and I'll make him pay for it," he kissed the top of your head lovingly. His voice drifted off into darkness only his mind knew the way around, "So much..."

Jimin

You returned home to Jimin from spending a weekend at your parents' place. Your mom begged you to visit to which you could not say no forever, what more, you truly missed her.

But what your boyfriend did not know was that you had been hiding a secret from him since the two of you met. Your father had been an abusive drunk since before you were even born. He often abused your mother and even you, and yesterday was just one of those terrible days.

It was an early Monday morning when you hung your jacket in the closet upon returning to your apartment. Your side ached each time you moved your arms but it did not bother you. The wooden cutting board in your father's hands would have hit your mother if you had not stepped in front of her.

You let the hot water fill the tub whilst you unpacked your clothes, slowly taking off your blue jeans and sweater. Suddenly you froze in place as you heard your boyfriend's voice coming from the kitchen. You yanked the sweater off the floor and pulled it back on just in time for him to arrive to the bathroom.

He smiled, turning off the water in the bathtub as it was going to spill over the edge, but you did not even notice.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he greeted happily, propped up your chin and kissed you longingly. "I missed you," he whispered into your lips, his hands slipping around your hips. You disappeared beneath his gentle touch, forgetting yourself completely as he began taking off your sweater.

"What is this?" Jimin breathed, looking up into your eyes. Your heart gave a jolt so harsh it nearly jumped from your chest.

"Nothing," you whispered and pulled down your sweater immediately.

"Who the fuck did this to you? I don't even let anyone even get near you!" raged your boyfriend, his eyebrows arching into a terrifying frown.

"Jimin, please, everything's okay, I'm-"

"Don't say you're okay," he threatened, his nostrils flaring. Your chin quivered as your brain worked ways of trying to figure out how to calm him. Flashbacks from the night before drowned your brain, nearly paralyzing you.

"Take off your sweater," he ordered, not blinking a single time.

"Jimin, please," you pleaded as your eyes filled with hot salty tears but he was in no mood to negotiate. It wasn't that you did not want him to see your body, you just did not want him to see what the other side of you life looked like.

You pulled the sweater over your head and dropped it to the floor. Jimin's eyebrows relaxed in shock, lips parting as he took a full look at the massive bruise on your side, just beneath your bra.

"Sweetheart, tell me who did-" insisted Jimin, cutting himself off as he came to the realization on his own. Letting you visit your family was the only place he ever allowed you to go alone, foolishly believing they would take good care of you.

"Your mother or your father?" gritted Jimin through his teeth as he towered over you. Your eyes widened as they shot up to meet his.

"No, Jimin, please, don't hurt them-" you begged.

"Your mother or your father?" he repeated impatiently, his forehead nearly touching your own.

"Jimin-"

"Tell me which or I'll kill them both," he whisper-growled against your lips. He could almost see his own reflection in the pools of tears gathered in your eyes. Every single second of your pain burned within him like red-hot embers of fury.

"M-my... My f-father," you admitted so quietly it was not even a whisper.

"Good girl," said Jimin gently, kissing you forehead. "Take a bath now, sweetheart."

As you sat in the bathtub, a part of you could not help but feel relieved. If not for your own safety, for your mom.

Jimin was sitting on a chair, legs crossed elegantly as he watched you soak. It took him but a phone call to have his men collect your father from one of his usual bars and bring him to Jimin's office. That is where he will deal with him in unspeakable ways of torture after he makes sure you are safe and protected.

Taehyung

"Where are you going, jagi?" asked your boyfriend. You suddenly caught his attention when you mentioned leaving.

"I'm just going to see my mom, I'll be back soon," you promised, about to put on your shoes.

"Why don't I come with you?" suggested Tae, raising from his armchair. He buried his hands in the pockets of his elegant black trousers, catching you off guard with his proposal. You jumped up, eyes widening as you stood frozen.

"Why?" you blurted. Tae to narrowed his eyes at you.

"You know my family, why shouldn't I know yours?" he asked, but in his case, his family were the rest of the members of his mafia.

"I... I don't think that's a good idea," you tried to think of something. "Maybe another day, I'm in a hurry."

You were about to grab your car keys, but Tae beat you to it. "Perfect. I'll drive," he spoke deeply, a silver sparkle in his eyes.

Your heart beat wild as a drum the entire way to your parents'. Your lip was raw from chewing on it and your palms warm with sweat. The only thing you could pray for was that your father was either not at home or sober. Tae did not know about your past or where you grew up really. Sometimes you made up innocent lies to hide this part of yourself. A part of you was embarrassed to admit how weak you were compared to your father whilst another was petrified of what Taehyung might do upon finding out that your father was a violent drunk.

He pulled up on the driveway of your parents' house and opened the passenger door for you as always. You squeezed his hand painfully tight as you waited on the doorstep for your mom to open the door. Tae smiled at you, although you kept your gaze on the floor. He thought you were nervous about him meeting your parents for the first time, however the truth was far from it.

"Y/N," greeted your mom upon seeing you, "Who is this?" she nodded at Tae as you never spoke of him to anyone. Your parents simply thought you had moved away to the city on your own.

"This... This..." you began but couldn't get out a full sentence. Tae glanced at you confused, offering his hand in a confident shake.

"My name is Taehyung-"

"He's a friend," you interrupted him, earning an outraged glare from him.

"I'm Y/N's boyfriend," he corrected you eerily and kept his eyes on you as he spoke those words. You looked up at him timidly, nodding at your mom.

"Really? Oh, I wish you'd told me, I would have made lunch," said your mom kindly, letting the both of you in. You stole a glimpse through the kitchen window, noticing your father's car was nowhere to be seen. A breath of relief escaped your lungs as you finally hugged your mom and sat down.

In no more than ten minutes of easy-going small talk between your mom and your boyfriend, the front door slammed open. You jumped in your chair, earning a raised eyebrow from Taehyung.

"Maybe we should go," you said and stood up with Tae's hand in your palm, squeezing it even tighter than earlier. But before you could do anything else, your father stumbled into the room, his blood-shot eyes stopping on you and Taehyung.

"Who the fuck's this?" he dragged his drunken words, the smell of his boozy clothes making you sick. Suddenly, you felt clammy all over, little drops of sweat gathering on your forehead.

"Please let's go," you whispered to your boyfriend, your hand loosening grip on his.

"I said 'Who the fuck's this?'," your father shouted.

Tae pushed you behind him gently and stood in front of you as your father tried to make his way at you.

Tae towered an inch or two above him, studying his features with his undaunting glare. Without having to hear a word from you, all the pieces of the puzzle came together in his mind's eye - why you behaved like you did, why you reacted a certain way, why it took you so long to trust him.

"Jagi, wait in the car," he ordered calmly, not releasing your paralyzed father from beneath his ruthless stare.

"Tae, please come with me," you pleaded, feeling your eyes water with tears.

"I'll be there in a moment, love," he spoke with a voice as dark as night, gesturing his elegant hand towards the door.

You tried to walk past him and your father, but he snapped at you the moment his drunken eyes took a hold of you. You whimpered and jumped away, standing in front of your mom to protect her from the violence. But little did you realize you were not alone anymore. With terrible fury, Taehyung grabbed your father and slammed him against the wall. In his hand rested his slick black gun, the hoof of which ended against your father's face repeatedly.

Awakened from your trans by seeing him lay on the floor bloody and unconscious, you jumped in between him and Tae just as he cocked his gun, ready to shoot him on the spot.

"No!" you cried, pushing your hands against your boyfriend's chest. His eyes widened at your reaction.

"Please don't, please don't, Taehyung," you begged him, tears streaming down your cheeks. For the life of him, he could not understand your reaction. He caught one of your tears with the back of his index finger.

Your forgiveness moved him but it did not make him forgive what had been done to you. He put his gun away and caressed your cheek that leaned against his palm as it were a pillow. He would have your father dealt with later, just not in front of you.

Jungkook

"Jungkook, can you come and get me?" you whispered through your tears, clutching to your mobile phone. You visited your mom but your father came home early, drunk and hungry for violence. He dragged your mom from the sofa and despite your every last effort to get him away from her, you were helpless against his massive frame. When you finally did get to him, he pushed you against the wall. You hit your head, a terrible dizziness overcoming you.

"Baby, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" he asked immediately. The sound of car doors slamming shut echoed from the speaker next to your ear, followed by the roar of an engine.

"No, nothing's wrong," you tried to keep your voice calm, "It's just... I-I just want to go home now..."

"I know you're lying, just tell me, is he in the room with you right now, yes or no?" ordered Jungkook. You wondered how he could know something was wrong.

"N-no, no one is here," you hurried, brushing the tears from your face. "I-it's okay, don't worry... I... I'll just take the bus, don't come," you tried, suddenly seeing all kinds of horrors Jungkook was capable of doing if he knew the truth, but it was already too late, and you had no one else to call for help either.

In no more than fifteen minutes, a car pulled up on your driveway. Your heart gave an anxious squeeze as you heard footsteps outside. Your father was almost passed out on the sofa, yet if you dared to move he was at your throat in less than a second.

Suddenly, the front door burst open, Jungkook storming inside with Jimin on his trail. His eyes found you immediately. He knelt down beside you, inspecting the small cut on your temple.

"Jungkook, don't, " you begged him, already seeing what was going to happen. His brown eyes turned blood-shot from ire and his hands balled into fists.

Your father, who barely got to his feet, started calling you insults in regards to Jungkook, but his fists shut him up instantly. The old man dropped to the floor, his nose bust open bloody. Punches rained down on him as you begged your boyfriend to stop. Your father was past unconscious.

"Get her out," commanded Jungkook, pulling the gun from behind his back. Jimin already took your arms and had to carry you outside because you were fighting his grip so hard.

"J-Jungkook, please don't! Don't! Please!" you shouted your voice hoarse all the way. Just as you reached outside the door, two ear-piercing gunshots were fired from the inside. In an instant, your voice quietened and an eerie silence filled your head before a terrible ringing made you dizzy. You went limp in Jimin's arms, remembering nothing more but waking up in your own apartment.

You didn't let your boyfriend touch you, you didn't speak to him and you rather slept on the sofa than share his bed. All you could do was bathe in the guilt you felt in your father's death. It's your fault, it's all your fault, repeated inside your head. Your eyes stung from so much crying...

The next day, word came from the hospital. Your mom was treated for her wounds and might have died if she had not gotten the care immediately as she did. An enormous weight dropped from your shoulders, making you cry tears of happiness.

A part of you knew your father was a terrible man but another felt betrayed, not by him but by Jungkook. You had begged him not to end his life, yet he did not listen to your pleas. However, if he had not gotten you out of that house, your mom would have been dead and that would have been your fault as well.

It was early morning when you received the phone call from the hospital, telling you about your mom. Brushing away your tears, you could not help but feel grateful. It was over... It was finally over. You could live, your mom was safe, you were free.

You got up from the sofa and made your way to the bedroom and quietly turned the doorknob. Jungkook was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning his elbows against his thighs. His gaze rose to you, astounded to see you there. Without a word, you walked to the opposite side of the bed and climbed in, turning away from your boyfriend.

You had your eyes closed, although you were not asleep. He got up from the bed and walked to your side. Jungkook knelt in front of you. He took your palm and kissed your knuckles, finally able to breathe again when he realized you were starting to forgive him.

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Everyone needs to read this 😍

I have spent the last few hours trying to find this and I am so happy I found it

Lava Java🍪

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He Comes Back To You After An Argument ~ Min Yoongi

Walking into your empty apartment was not how you imagined your evening ending. Tonight, was supposed to be your first night back with Yoongi since he came back from tour, it was supposed to be the dream you’d imagined for weeks, but it was anything but.

From the moment you walked into his house you could tell that something was off, he was anything but his usual self. You thought it was just whilst he adapted to being home again, but as the night went on you realised it wasn’t the case.

He knew he wasn’t feeling like himself as soon as he got home, something just didn’t sit right. He hated confronting his frustrations, which ultimately meant he took them out on you. His words ran away with him before he gave them much thought, and before he knew it, you’d run away too.

As excited as you were to see him, you weren’t prepared to sit there and listen to him speak to you so poorly. Every second that passed broke your heart, all the excitement you’d bottled up for weeks was being drowned by Yoongi.

It was only when he heard the slam of the front door, did he realise how stupid he’d been. Of course, he was excited to see you too, but rather than show you that, he just used you as a weapon.

He knew straight away where you’d go when he heard the door close, determined to make it up to you, he wasn’t out of the door much longer than you were. Every little thing he did, he did it kicking himself for treating you so badly. He never intended for the evening to go that way, or to speak to you the way that he did.

Luckily for him, the drive to your apartment wasn’t too far which meant he had a lot less time for thought. His mind wasn’t prepared to let go of all the things he’d done so wrong, reminding him again and again how terrible he had been.

You were just about to head to bed when you were disturbed by a knock at the door. You didn’t even need to guess who it was going to be; it was typical of Yoongi to chase after you after an argument, you’d gotten used to it over the years.

The urgency to go to the door however completely left you. Knowing he was on the other side made you both happy and sad. Knowing that he wanted to fix the situation always made you feel better, but you never enjoyed the conversation that came with it.

Eventually you walked over, still with a great reluctance, and opened the door. He was stood in the middle of the doorway holding tightly onto a bouquet of flowers. You watched as his hand slowly stretched out and offered the bouquet to you.

“Do I need to ask why you’re here?” You challenged, taking him slightly by surprise with your cold tone.

“I’m sorry,” he frowned, brushing his hand through his messy hair. “I shouldn’t have said the things I said and made you feel that way. It just feels so weird being back after so long, I didn’t know how to feel having you back with me.”

Your head slowly nodded, listening closely to his excuses. Your eyes focussed more on his eyes though, you could always tell with Yoongi whether he was being honest or not be the look in his eyes. It was a habit he hated that you’d picked up on.

“I hate that this is how our evening has ended,” he admitted, “I just want to be able to go back and restart and forget all of this happened.”

You slowly stepped aside and encouraged him into your home, in no way was he forgiven, but it was far too cold for either of you to be stood outside. You quickly placed the flowers in the kitchen before following him through to the living room.

“Why were you so moody?” You asked.

His body tensed as you challenged him, taking a seat opposite him. Truthfully, the two of you would have been there all night if Yoongi was to tell you everything that was frustrating him, and that was something you didn’t deserve.

No matter how many things he listed to you that had made him feel that way, not a single thing would justify his behaviour. Reunions weren’t just special for him, they were for you too, and knowing he’d ruined the occasion for you ate him up inside.

“There’s a lot of things that make me moody, but I’m not going to tell you just yet. I don’t want you to think I’m using them as reasons as to why this has happened.”

“Do you not think it would help me understand better?”

His head shook, even if you were understanding, he knew these were things that could wait for another time. Instead, he looked across at you and met your eyes, hoping more than anything that they would be enough to make you see how sorry he was.

After a few moments, he cleared his throat. “Sorry won’t be enough, I’m aware of that. But I hope coming here might go a little way towards trying to clear this all up between us.”

“Sorry is enough Yoongi.”

Just by the look in his eyes you knew he was sincere, and on his first day home from months on tour, you couldn’t let an argument ruin all of it.

“Don’t forgive me so easily,” he requested, “because I don’t deserve it. The way I spoke to you was cruel and uncalled for. For you to forgive me so easily isn’t fair on yourself, you deserve a lot more than what I gave you tonight.”

“We all have moments when we don’t think,” you tried to reason, moving across the room to sit yourself beside him. “This is your first night home Yoongi, I’d rather just forget about this and start again, you’ve just got back after all.”

You cupped the side of his face gently, turning it so that his eyes met yours again, resting the tip of your nose delicately against yours.

“Why are you being so nice to me now? Isn’t this the point where you’re supposed to shout out and me and push me out of your apartment?”

“But instead, I chose to keep you here instead.”

A soft smile appeared on his face as you continued to assure him, moving one of your hands so it wrapped around his waist. Whilst nothing could be done to forget the events of the evening, he hoped more than anything you’d be able to move past things.

Regardless of what had gone on, this was still his first night home, and you were determined to find a time where you could finally enjoy having him back with you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered once again, “do you want me to walk out and come back in and we can start again?”

Your head shook, throwing your arms tightly around him, not even for a second did you want to let him go when you’d just got him back.

After a few moments, his arms snaked around your waist, burying his head into the crook of your neck as he began to settle back in your company once again.

“I am really happy to be home,” he murmured against your neck, “even if I’ve not shown it the right way just yet.”

You chuckled lightly into his chest, “I’m happy to have you home too, I’ve waited for this moment for so long Yoongi.”

“I don’t want to let you go for a very long time,” he noted.

“I don’t want you to let me go either.”

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MASTERLISTS:

BTS:

REACTION MASTERLIST IMAGINE MASTERLIST

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IMAGINE MASTERLIST

KIM SEOKJIN:

MIN YOONGI:

Saviour

JUNG HOSEOK:

KIM NAMJOON:

PARK JIMIN:

KIM TAEHYUNG:

JEON JUNGKOOK:

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Saviour- Min Yoongi

Your colleagues invited you out on a girls night, and gave you no room to reject their offer. So, it was now eight o’clock at night and you were standing outside of the nightclub called ‘Neon Lights’, waiting for everyone else to appear.

Not knowing the dress code, you wore a pair of high waisted black shorts, matching knee high heeled boots, and an one long sleeved black crop top. Usually you wear a pair of jeans and a hoodie, so this was way out of your comfort zone.

“Y/N!” screamed one of your co-workers Momo. You looked over to where she was. only to see an entire group of people following her, none of which you knew. “So glad you decided to come along.”

“Am surprised she did. She doesn’t look like the type of person to go clubbing. Can tell from her outfit,” said a girl from the crowd. Her words made some of the other girls laugh.

“Leave her alone. I personally think her outfit is really cute and it suits her body figure,” said a random guy, followed by a smirk on his face and a wink making me feel a little uncomfortable.

The man was wearing black ripped jeans with a pair of black and grey trainers. The top was grey and had the word ‘bomb’ all over it. Matched with it was a grey beanie and a black leather jacket.

His comment caused a lot of the girls to turn a glare at me. Clearly he was the one boy all of the girls were trying to get with. You on the other hand, wanted to stay as far away from his as you could. He’s persona was very arrogant and there was something off about him.

Momo quickly disrupted the conversation and convinced everyone to get in line for the club. We were waiting for a few minutes until the bouncer eventually let us in.

Inside the club, the walls were flashing bright green with what looked like string lights coming down from the ceiling. On the left, there was the bar that had a few bar stools, on the right was a bunch of table and chairs, and in the middle was a large dance floor that was already halfway filled with people. The group quickly disbursed and you were left to decide where to go.

Deciding to get a drink, you headed towards the bar where you sat and ordered a double Gin and Tonic. The guy from before came along and sat in the free bar seat next to you.

“So, do i get to know the name of the beautiful gal sitting in front of me?” he asked, turning in his seat so that he was staring directly at me.

“ Y/N, and you are?” You asked after silently thanking the bartender for your drink that had arrived. Taking a sip, you turn to face him. If you were being forced to be here, might as well try and get to know the people you came in with.

“Names Jackson Wang. Is a pleasure to meet such a beautiful gal like you,” he replied, with another wink. For the next hour, the two of you got to know each other a bit better, but when the conversation of work came up, he dismissed it.

“You know, I think I have the perfect thing to make your drink taste even better here,” he said after awhile, pulling out a flask and pour something into your drink. You were currently on your second drink.

“I’m alright really. I like it how it is,” you tried saying, but he had already poured it into your drink. He grabbed it and forced it into your hands.

“I promise you won’t regret it. If it makes you feel better, I’ll drink some before you, to show that it’s nothing bad,” he said, trying to calm your nerves down. He took the drink from you and had a slip before giving to back to you.

“No thank you,” you said, standing your ground. You placed the drink on the bar and got ready to leave the bar, deciding you had enough of the bar and from the uncomfortable vibes Jackson was giving.

However, before you could leave, he grabbed a hold of your wrist and forced you into his chest, not letting you go. You thrashed about trying to get out of his hold, but to no use.

“Let me go!” you screamed at him.

“Have a drink!” he said back, in a creepily calm voice.

“I believe the lady told you to leave her alone, so I suggest you do,” said a voice from behind you, before hearing a click. From the look on Jackson’s face, it was someone he did not like.

“She’s mine, back off,” he replied, annoyance evident in his voice. He face was cold and emotionless. Seeing that he was distracted, you were able to yank your arm out of his harsh grip and ran towards the exit.

Even as you got outside, you didn’t stop running. People around you looked at you in a strange way, but you did not care. The throbbing pain in your wrist just made you run even faster. You eventually made it to a park where you stopped and sat at a bench were you caught your breath.

“You forgot this,” a voice said, startling you. You looked up to see the man that saved you in the club carrying the small bag you had brought with you that held your phone and purse.

“Thank you so much. For both saving me from Jackson and for my bag,” you said. “May I know your name?”

“No problem. My names Min Yoongi,” he replied. The lighting was better now than in the club so I got a good look at his face. He had platinum blonde hair that looked almost blue with a black bandanna. “Be careful when heading home.”

He quickly left making you jump up and continue heading to your apartment. Later that night, before heading to bed, your phone buzzed. Looking at it, you saw you had a text message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hope you got home okay. Be careful when going to clubs, I can’t promise I can be there to save you ever time - Yoongi

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Do love this woman 😍😘

rt meme → favorite female member

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Were u planning to write a part two to "you get hurt"? I loved it sm🥺 so this is my request but don't feel pressured :)

Will be writing that up soon, shall be posted some time this week hopefully!! Thank you for enjoying the first part! 💜

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BTS Reaction: You Tending to Their Wounds After a Mission- Hyung Line

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REQUESTED BY @happygirl327

Not sure if this is what you had in mind. Was a bit stumped with this, but I did my best! Hope you enjoy and I will post the Maknae Line as soon as I can <3

Kim Seokjin:

You were sound asleep on your side of yours and Jin’s bed, hugging his pillow as a way for you to feel like he was actually there with you. You two had gotten in an argument a day prior and you hadn't seen him since he walked out in anger. To say that you were worried was an understatement.

Hearing the sound of someone grunting and heavy footsteps that were being dragged along the floor startled you, causing you to get out of bed and slowly make your way to the hallway. In the corner, by the steps down, was Jin leaning against the banister while clutching his shoulder.

Seeing the blood seeping through his fingers, you went into your “Mother Mode” and ran over to him, completely forgetting that you were suppose to be mad at him because of the argument. Hearing your footsteps, he shot his head up to you look at you before you carefully dragged him into your bedroom.

Pushing him down to sit on the bed, you carefully removed his jacket and shirt and then ran to the bathroom to get the first aid kit that was in the cupboard under the sink.

“Jagi what are you doing?” Jin asked, walking into the bathroom, his hand still on the wound covered in blood. On the outside he was acting calm, but on the inside his heart was fluttering.

“Jin get back on the bed, your hurt!” You demanded, pushing him out of the bathroom. He kept on stopping and saying he was fine and that it was a minor wound but you didn’t believe him. “Jin please just let me take care of your wound. You’re bleeding.”

Not seeing the point of continuing this silly argument, he willingly sat on the edge of the bed and allowed you to treat his wound as best you could. His heart was beating so far and he had butterflies in his stomach. You would occasionally look at him in the face and you saw the soft look in his eyes. He felt so lucky to have someone like you as his.

Min Yoongi:

Everyone always thought that Min Yoongi was a cold man who never showed his emotions and didn’t care about anyone else. You, however, knew the real him. How he always did what he could to protect you, even if it meant getting himself in danger or hurt.

Ever night, you stayed awake waiting for Yoongi to come home, and ever night he would tell you off for it, saying your health was more important that him. This night was different. He came home at around 1am with bruises and cuts all over him. Being the caring person you are, you rushed out of the room, into the kitchen where the two of you kept an emergency kit.

Seeing you rush out the room made Yoongi confused as he didn’t realise that you had seen his wounds. He followed behind you, trying to get your attention by calling your name. Noticing him finally, you forced him to sit down at one of the stools you have for the kitchen island.

“Jagi...” Yoongi began to say, finally catching onto what you were going to do. You however, where not going to have anything of it and refused to listen to a thing he said until after you knew he was okay and patched up properly.

“Say whatever you want Min Yoongi, you will not stop me from treating your wounds,” You said, voice cold and demanding, but your eyes said differently. Fear and concern was laced in your eyes making him realise how worried you were about him.

Realising he had stopped struggling and protesting, you quickly opened up the medical box and took out all of the tools you needed to get his treated properly. Although you were too busy looking after Yoongi, he was looking at you with such soft eyes that no one would ever think this man was apart of the Mafia.

Jung Hoseok:

Hoseok knew you better than you knew yourself, so knowing how you would react to seeing his injuries, he tried to hide how he was feeling which worked at first, but he forgot to treat a few of them. Hoseok came home and joined you in bed while you slept peacefully.

Feeling Hoseok’s arm snake around your waist, you turned over so that you were facing his chest and opened your eyes sleepily. You gave him a lazy smile and leaned up to give him a kiss on the check when you felt something like a liquid fall onto your side.

Looking under the cover, you saw red stains on both yours and Hoseok’s clothes, mainly on Hoseok so you threw it off the two of you and sat straight up, looking at his chest. Blood was leaking from his side.

You went to jump out the bed and get your phone to call the doctor or an ambulance, but he grabbed your wrist bringing you back into him. He looked at you with soft eyes.

“Please Jagiya, I don’t need to go to the hospital, it’s only a small wound at best. Just a small cut, I promise,” Hoseok said trying to convince you.

“If you won’t go to the hospital, then at least let me treat it. Please?” You ask, all forms of sleep leaving your body. All you want to do is make sure he is in fact actually okay. He gave you a small nod before lying back down on the bed, this side with his chest up, while you ran to the bathroom to get the kit.

Kim Namjoon:

Being the Mafia leader, he usually wasn’t one to get hurt and be the one to directly into battle. He always sent the rookies and his other most trusted men to deal with the problems. However, he had to get involved as the man threatened to hurt you.

So, when he walked into your apartment, wanting to spend some time with you, you ran straight over to him worried sick about him and his now bleeding arm. He began repeating that he was completely fine and that nothing was wrong while walking to your bathroom.

He attempted to close the door behind him so that you wouldn’t be able to follow him in and try and help him. However, you were too fast for him and got in the bathroom before he could close the door. You stood up tall and your body language showed that you were dead set on helping him.

“Fine... If it will make you feel better you can help, but this is a one time thing doll. Don’t think I’ll let you do it again,” Namjoon said with a small smile on his face and a soft look in his eyes. Getting his approval to help him, you rushed to get the first aid kit while his sat against the bath, keeping his eyes on you with his heart thumping away.

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Hello 💜 I would like to request MafiaAU reaction (MafiaAU is my weakness😎) Reaction to their wife tending to their wounds after a mission. They come home wounded late at night. Their wife wakes up to their struggling to find the first aid kit. Immediately she start to tend to their wounds without any objections they have. Eventually they let her do it and they watch her with soft look in the eyes because it's been a very long time since someone has been genuinely worried for them. Thank you 💜

Is a very I interesting one. Shall get that done as soon as I can! Thank you for requesting! 💜

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Hello hello! 💜 1.) I really really REALLY like your reactions! It's very well written. 2.) Are you taking requests? I have a few ideas, so if it's ok with you, I would like to request something. ✌️

Ahhh thank you so much 🥰😊

I am taking requests so please feel free to ask for anything!

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BTS Reaction: How You Meet- Hyung Line

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Kim Seokjin:

You were in your dressing room, getting ready for the performance you were going to do. Hong Kong was going the MMA awards this year, and you had been nominated for the Solo artist award.

“Time to get going for the stage!” Your manager came in and called out to you. You followed him as quickly as you could, seeing as you were currently in high heels. While getting the mic fixed on you, from the corner of your eye, you saw a young handsome man looking over at your direction. With him, was six other men.

Realising you had caught him looking, he looked down at the floor with a slight blush on his face that was difficult for you to see due to how dark it was behind the stage. The other boys around him noticed his embarrassment and began, to what you concluded, to tease him.

He looked up at you again, but this time you both made eye contact. He gave a small head bow as a way of saying hello, of which you returned back, before being assured along to where you had to stand, ready for your cue to begin your performance.

(X)

Walking off the stage, you were covered in sweat and had to take a lot of deep breaths to try and calm yourself down. People from your management began to surround you, holding fans or bottles of water for you to take. While you were performing, you caught the young man’s eye again, but this time he was sitting with the other idols.

Realising that you had caught the eye of “World Wide Handsome” made you put in more determination and effort into your dance than ever before. You wanted to try and impress him, but instead almost lead to you slipping over.

Eventually, you went to were the other idols sit, now calmer and relaxed. You were ushered to sit with BTS as you were a solo artist and there was room for one more on the table that they sat at. Bowing, you sat down at the seat that was left, coincidentally next to Jin.

“Annyeonghaseyo,” Jin said towards you, being the first of the seven to speak to you. “Me and all the boys all thought you did an amazing job during your performance.”

“Gamsahabnida,” You said, while bowing your head again. You tucked some of the loose strands of hair while you spoke. “Your performance was absolutely incredible, no wonder why so many people are fans of you, myself included.”

“I bet Hyung is well happy to hear that,” Taehyung said to Jimin, who sat next to him, making Jin blush a little and start to rant about how they were all so disrespectful towards him. You lightly laugh at Jin’s reaction making him turn towards you with a small smile on his face. One that you returned as well.

Min Yoongi:

You were an upcoming new Solo artist that was with BigHit. It was not usual for BigHit to work with female idols, but they saw talent in you, so they decided to have you have a contract with them. You’d been with them for over a year now and your popularity was sky rocketing at the moment.

In hopes of helping out another artist, you were paired with Suga to make a track together, to increase both your popularity and his solo work. From what you had seen and heard about Suga, he was an amazing rapper and producer. You had been a fan of BTS for a while, so being given a chance to work with him was a dream come true for you.

(X)

You and your manager Sung-Ho were currently standing outside of the genius lab, where Suga and his manager, Bang PD were currently occupied, waiting for your arrival. Not many people knew this, but you were a very shy and quiet person when it came to meet new people, and meeting a personal idol of yours did not help either.

“ S/O this is Suga, Suga this is S/O. The two of you have known about the idea of having the two of you collaborate on a track for a while, but we are now able to do that,” Bang PD explained to us both. After a basic description of what they wanted and when they wanted it by, Bang PD and Hung-So both left, leaving you and Suga alone.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Suga spoke first, after a moment of awkward silence. “I hope you are okay with all of this and us using my small studio to work in.”

“Of course!” You said rather loudly, making you cringe at yourself slightly. “Sorry, I’m not great when it comes to meeting new people. I’ll get better at it I swear!”

“It’s no problem at all,” Suga reassured you, while showing you his gummy smile, making you feel instantly relaxed and better. “Why don’t we start by talking about what type of song we want to produce?”

You gave him a nod and a smile before sitting behind him on the sofa in the corner as the two of you began to converse about what you wanted the track to be.

Jung Hoseok:

In your band, you were known for being the main dancer and being the one who comes up with all of the choreography for yours, and sometimes other groups as well. You had began to dance when you were younger and decided to make it into a careers as well as use your rapping skills at the same time.

One day, your group and you were in the small dance studio you work in. You were teaching some of the other members some of the kpop dances they wanted to learn, when your manager comes in, followed by someone else.

“ Annyeonghaseyo, this is Son Sungdeuk, BTS’s main choreographer,” your manager introduces to you all. You all bow towards him, in which he returns with a large smile on his face. “He is here as to speak to your wonderful main dancer.”

Your face turned to shock before quickly walking over to were they stood while the rest of your group continued on with what they were doing before they came in.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Your manager tells me that you come up with your groups choreography and I would like to request your help. Jhope from BTS is coming up with the choreography for their comeback and could use some help,” Son Sungdeuk explained to you. You quickly nodded to him with a smile.

(X)

Days had passed and now you were stood outside of the BigHit Entertainment building. You walked into the building and took off your mask and hat, revealing your identity. You were quickly ushered to a room with two large grey doors.

Opening them, you were greeted with Son Sungdeuk as well as seven other men that were BTS. Giving a bow to each of them, you were moved over to the middle of the studio were Jhope came up to you.

“It’s nice to finally meet you in person. Thank you for coming over and helping me with this, please let me know if there is anyway that I can repay you for this,” he said before taking out his phone, showing you what he had come up with so far.

Kim Namjoon:

It’s not everyday that something comes up last minute, but being the leader of your group, you had to deal with a lot of sudden changes and with informing your group. This one however, was only something sudden for you.

You were requested last minute to come onto a show with a few other idols were you are to speak about what it is like to be the leader and other idols things like that.

(X)

You were currently sat in the radio studio where this was being done. You were joined by JB of Got7, S.Coups of Seventeen, and RM of BTS. On your left was RM, and on your right was JB, followed by S.Coups.

“So what is it like being the leaders of different groups of different sizes? Some people say that the more members, the harder they are to control,” Said the man who was in control of everything. “Lady’s first if that’s okay.”

“That’s fine. For me it is difficult being the leader of a group of 9, but I wouldn’t change it for anything else. Being the leader comes with a lot of responsibility and sometimes makes you extremely stressed or feel like you don’t belong, but all of it is worth it knowing how much we get to change the fans lives. To me, that’s all that matters other than making my group feel happy,” You said after a moment of thinking. Everything you had said was the truth as their are times were you are extremely stressed or want to leave, but you always stuck around with your group.

“Even with all of the responsibilities, it’s a great feeling to know that you help contribute things to the group. You taking the responsibilities, means you are releasing someone of them, making them feel better,” RM added while looking over at you with a smile.

“I think the one thing we can all agree on is that being a leader makes you feel like proud whenever someone in the group does something amazing. The love and proudness is one of the best parts when it comes to being a leader,” You replied to RM statement, returning the smile to him, feeling proud that he agreed with what you said.

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