taehyungphille

[taehyungphille]

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

AU: Mafia + Life Long Rivals

Genre: Angst|Romance|Slight Fluff|Smut

Rating: Censored|Rated 18+

Summary:Taehyung’s life long goal was to eradicate your family’s existence. He was clear to this purpose until you interrupted and proposed for a marriage instead.

AN: This contains a lot of sensitive issues, words and triggering scenarios. I’m warning you of the risks, it’s your choice anyway.

Prologue

“I’d marry you.”

Those were the words that left your lips by the moment you hit the ground. You can feel the eyes drilling through you, surprised gazes.

You were breathless, wheezing and desperate, both hands rested behind your head. “I’d be your wife, your woman. Make me do everything, I’d be your anything. I won’t ever protest, I swear.”

You begged on your knees, mud painting your trousers with deep, filthy brown color. Your eyes were red, hair sticking allover your face, drenched in the rain. Ever since you were formally introduced to this savagery, your family always chased victory after victory. You never knew anything about vanquish or fear, you were taught to always have the upper hand no matter what. However, it was your mother whom we’re talking about now. Her in the hands of the family that yours have always despised for ages. And here you are, defeated.

“No offense but who are you?” a man calmly said, he whom is on average height, leaning against an old tree as he wiped off the blood on his hands. All were curious. They looked at you like an odd. They were familiar of the members of your clan but not of you.

You had to do this. Even when they made you swear an oath to keep your identity out of the radar. Even when your father had to banish you from the land and spend your days in foreign countries. Even when your mother raised another child, a boy who had your place in the family for years. You had to do this .

“I’m Y/N” you softly spoke “I am the daughter”

There were gasps all around you. Surprise looks were printed on their faces.You mother closed her eyes shut as tears escaped from them. Her body trembled as she cried silently. This was the day she have always feared of coming, the day that you will be exposed as the one and only descendant of the Takahashi.

“So the here-says were true.” one man spoke up “That they’ve been hiding the true child after all this time?”

“They have a female successor?” the man leaning against the tree started walking up to you as he chuckled

“That doesn’t make me less than any man” you sassed back “I don’t need to have a penis to have the right to rule. Being a woman myself is so much more than all men here combined”

He stopped midway and replied “And yet you’re the one who’s kneeling and surrendering.” You kept a straight face. You didn’t let them know how a huge slap that was for you.

“But did I hear it right?” some other man exclaimed with a funny tone “The heiress is trading her body, for her mommy?” He laughed hilariously with dirty look on his face.The other men joined the monotonous laughter, all of them except for him.

He intently looked at you, brown eyes penetrating yours, as if he could see all of you. You never left his gaze to indicate the severity of your words. He should know that you are genuinely serious of the proposal.

“Is that a proposition?” He mockingly mumbled as he pressed the gun harder against the head of your mother; she shrieked. “You, my little angel, is willing to leave everything behind, enter my dominion, for the sake of this woman?”

You flinched with dreadful look on your face as you balled your fist against the back of your head “Yes, yes” you confessed desperately “You can have me, permanently. Just please, let her go.”

He watched you, sharp eyes, mouth slightly gaped with a little bit twitch of smirk. There was a brief silence until he slowly withdrew the weapon and walked towards your direction “Do I really look stupid to you, angel?” He sneered, as he knelt one knee and grabbed you by the neck, gently yet forcefully, enough to scare you yet enough to let you breathe.

“Did you think I’d want my heirs to have the blood of a traitor, a stinking, shameful DNA of yours?”

You couldn’t help but to sigh and roll your eyes. You planned to be nice , but your innate sarcasm just popped up somewhere and regretted it immediately “I asked you to marry me, not to bear your little versions, dumbass”

He was taken aback as he narrowed his eyes and his smile grew “So they’re right about your smart mouth” he said as he moved his fist higher, rested it on your cheeks and chin, gripped it a little hard to keep your mouth open then inserted his index finger. He pushed it further until you gagged and stumbled back.

“Please just take me, she has nothing to do with this” your mother exclaimed, gasping for air, hissing as the pain in her left flank continued to burn

“No, I won’t!” you stubbornly answered “I won’t let them touch you mother. I had no business nor any involvement in this long term hatred of our families, and neither are you.”

You returned your eyes back to the man in front of you. You kept the brave composure despite of the hole on your left abdomen “My father was foolish for being your ally, but he was more stupid when he betrayed his oath”

“At least this one got some sense” you heard someone said it but you never really shifted your gaze from the boss himself.

“I would fight you to death if that’s what you want. But know that I should not be taken guilty for my father’s sins. I might be his daughter, but never was his successor. I don’t intend on taking responsibility of his stupidity” you bellowed that the whole ground you are at fell silent. You continued “Yet, I’d be ignorant if I actually ask you for a fight. With my current condition and having my mother as your hostage, I’d rather throw away my pride than let her blood flood this place”

“How dramatic” a blonde girl interrupted your powerful little speech. She played her dagger soaked with blood of your comrades as if she’s holding a light pencil between her fingers. You shot her a look and she replied with pointing the knife to your direction saying “One word darling and this will stuck in your throat”

You walked through the dirt, holding your stomach as blood oozed from it “What else do you wish to fulfill? You’ve already killed my father, congrats you have also murdered Jungkook. You’ve basically eradicated most of us all, what else do you want?”

You were about to be intimidatingly close to him when your pain tolerance reached its threshold and you immediately slumped on the ground. You heard your mother call your name, then you heard the blonde girl screaming at her to shut her mouth or else she’ll blow her skull into pieces.

You turned your head towards your mother to see her state but the man blocked you. He grabbed your wrist and yanked you up, you pursed your lips to muffled the cry of pain from your cuts but tears started to pool in your eyes again.

“I want you all dead” he snickered “I want to wipe your history, I want you to vanish in this very Earth. I want to watch the colors in your eyes fade as you beg for mercy.”

He wasn’t a man, you thought. You knew him through stories of Jungkook. You were told that he’s animalistic and ruthless, you were told that he’s always angry and hateful. You were told that he’s speaks bullets and bombs, you were told that he never leave a battle with any survivor. However, you still find yourself shocked with his actual attitude, eyes wide in terror like how you reacted when you first heard about him at the age of 13.

The grip on your wrist slowly loosened “Even so,hearing your little stunt there rang an idea in my head” he pressed his palm hard over the cut on your stomach. You immediately fell unto his arms, clenched his suit and buried your face on the crook of his neck “And I asked myself, what do I gain from your proposal “

“Please Taehyung, let my child go, she’s-“ your mother couldn’t finish her words when the blonde girl quickly kicked her hard on the stomach

“Who and where on Earth did you get the permission to call him by his name huh?” yelled at her as she brought the knife close to her face

“Enough with that Minji, you’re being an overdramatic girlfriend now” the man whom you described by height dragged Minji away from your powerless mother

“Let me go Jimin!” She wriggled off of him yet he kept tugging her far from you.

You wanted to rush towards your mother. Tend to her, reassure her of safety and care, but then you can’t even get yourself stable, can’t even breathe properly, and can’t even let go of Taehyung as you held him as your temporary anchor keeping you from collapsing on the floor again. He didn’t mind at all, or that’s what you just wish to tell yourself.

Nobody spoke for minutes. Not one, until you slowly rose your head up looking at him, and gradually let go of your clutch on him. “What do you say?” your voice was rasp, obviously tired and drain.

“I say I accept your clever scheme” he tucked strands of your hair behind your ear. In a split of second, you almost convinced yourself that he’s endearing. “We’ll get married, but you’ll be just a wife. You won’t get my name and you won’t be allowed to use yours. You cut ties with all your connections around the globe. You are bound to obey my rules. You won’t be involved in our work. You won’t live with me.“ he gently rested a hand on your cheek and caressed it gently “In short, I’ll keep you alive but dead at the same time”

“And you will spare my mother.” You exclaimed as you politely knock off his hand against your skin, ignoring his threats and plans.

“You have my word, angel” he took a step back “You have my word” he took another stride backwards, towards your mother but kept his gaze on you. Crazy it may sound but you put a little faith on his words. He might be heartless but he sure is a man of word. You took a deep breath, glanced at your mother and mouthed “I love you”

That’s when she lost it. She started crying your name. Begging the heavens to save you. Asking the non-existing spirits for a miracle. Verbalizing apologies to you for letting you be in this situation. Cursing herself for being a worthless woman was.

You were about to alleviate her through words again when a sharp blow of punch on your stomach almost shattered your soul into pieces. You fell to the ground, yelped in pain, curled yourself as you struggle to regain your breathing. But then you saw the blonde woman folding a hanky and swiftly wrapped around your head, completely blinding you. You felt arms tucking you to the ground, hushing you down.

“Good girl” Taehyung’s voice was like a catastrophe enveloping your body, pricking thorns on your skin, webs entangling your head, smoke suffocating your lungs, and moments later you heard 3 gunshots, one last grunt and fading breath sounds from your mother.

Your cried so hard that the sky responded with a loud roar, and then everything went pitch black.