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HATE 7: BUTTER (M) I MYG x F!reader

🌙 Pairings YoongixReader

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI

🌙 Summary You were an INTERPOL Agent assigned to infiltrate the depths of the most powerful Gang in South Korea: The Seven Moons. Your objective: to impersonate the daughter of one of their leaders and destroy the operation from within. That is, if they don't discover you first.

And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death

🌙 Warnings For this chapter: mentions of death, drugs and vioence, foul language, mentions of organized crime.

🌙 A/N At no time do I (the author) encourage this activity in life, it is important that you know that the criminal acts in this book are that, a crime, as well as harmful to health and should not be romanticized. This is all a work of fiction for entertainment. Keep studying, stay away from drugs and if you are sensitive to this topic you better continue in the next chapter.

Love, Ria

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HATE 7: BUTTER (M) I MYG x F!reader

"Smooth like butter, like a criminal undercover Gon' pop like trouble breaking into your heart like that, ooh."

Shipping Port, Incheon Bay, South Korea.

The cold wind whipped through the shipping dock, sending chills down the spines of those unfortunate enough to be present. Under the dim, flickering lights, Suga stood in the middle of the warehouse with a menacing aura.

It was so quiet you could probably hear a pin drop on the other side of the dock.

Everyone knew it was the calm right before the thunder.

You see, Kim Namjoon was raised to be Kim Dohan’s right hand. He took charge of all the business matters of the clans. Meeting with corrupt government officials, blackmailing the police chief and practically having most of Seoul’s most important CEO’s practically eating from his palm.

But Suga was not only the clan's trafficker.

He was his father’s shadow.

And shadows ruled the underworld.

Every thug, gangster, trafficker, hitman.

They all knew him.

They all feared him.

That is why today he was on a mission to find out who had betrayed The Clan.

As simple as that, the Leader wanted a name.

And revenge.

His father told the rest of his brothers that Suga he would be traveling with him to Russia to retrieve the gun shipment they recently lost. As if the situation wasn't absurd enough, there were whispers of the rival Chinese clan, the long-extinct "Jade Dragon.” was the one behind it.

Yes, in quotes.

Suga didn’t buy any of that bullshit.

That, and the fact that his father wanted to keep today’s mission a secret from his own brothers.

Well.

That told him his father was suspicious of something too.

The night from two days ago was far from ordinary. No one who valued their souls would ever try to cross the Seven Moons or the Devil himself: Kim Dohan. Nevertheless. A shipment that was supposed to contain an arsenal of illegal firearms had instead arrived filled with dirt.

And don’t forget the dragon head.

Made of gold and real jade.

A little too dramatic for Suga’s taste, if you asked him.

Everything around it was fucking suspicious.

All of Asia knew, Kim Dohan had personally made sure to wipe out the Jade Dragon twenty years ago, and Suga knew well enough that dead snakes couldn't bite.

That is why he was going to spend the night interrogating a shivering, terrified security worker who claimed to have seen something the night before the shipment arrived. The man's eyes darted around nervously, as if expecting to find a savior in the shadows. But the only thing the night held was darkness and the malevolent laughter of fate.

"I-I swear, I saw it, Mr. Kim!" the security worker stammered, his voice barely audible. "Your brother, he was there! Talking to three other men… They looked Korean, not Chinese!"

Suga raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in closer to the trembling man. "My brother, you say. Isn't that interesting? I wonder which one of my six brothers could have been here" he said, his voice dripping with dark sarcasm. "Tell me more about these 'Korean' men."

The security worker gulped, trying to recall the details as sweat pooled on his forehead. "W-well, they were all dressed in black, and they… they had this sinister air about them, like they were up to no good."

Suga laughed, the sound rich and full of mockery. "Oh, men in black with a sinister air? How very illuminating! Like they were up to no good. Did you hear gentlemen? Like anybody here is actually up to anything good" The rest of Suga’s men laughed with him. He leaned back and crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing the light of a fire illuminating his scar. Making him look like a sadistic prince from hell. He walked closer as he studied the man before him. "You wouldn't happen to be leading me on a wild goose chase, would you?"

"N-no, sir!" the security worker squeaked, desperation etched on his face. "I swear, that's what I saw! And your brother, Mr. Kim there is no way I would not recognize him "

Suga sighed, rolling his eyes as if he were dealing with a particularly annoying child. "Fine, I believe you," he said, his voice dripping with insincerity. "But if I find out that you're lying to me or leading me astray, just remember that I have a penchant for making people... disappear. So from now on, everything out of the ordinary that you see. You’ll report back to me. Do you understand?"

The security worker nodded frantically, sweat now pouring down his face. "Y-yes, sir! I understand!"

As Suga turned away, he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. One of his brothers, conspiring with mysterious Korean men, and shipments full of dirt instead of guns.

Life was nothing if not a dark comedy.

And he was simply waiting for the punchline.

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Serendipity Club, Itaewon, Seoul South Korea

Park Jimin’s Club was Opulent.

Tonight serendipity is packed with more people than usual, it's not every day you see all so many of the young leaders in the same place and that was an event for the nightlife in Seoul.

To be able to meet one of them in a situation like this was a strike of good luck. But six in one place, it was almost a divine sight to meet those beautiful men all dressed in sharp designer suits, their hair perfectly styled. They are laughing and joking, clearly enjoying themselves. The VIP lounge of the club was filled with clansmen and bodyguards.

You were watching them from the other side of the glass door. In that moment you can feel the weight of the situation on your shoulders. You are here to gather information on the Seven Moons clan's activities in Seoul, and you know that any misstep could be deadly.

What happened last night with suga was Only that. A means to an end. Nothing more than you doing your job and collecting information.

You noticed that the six leaders were surrounded by more alcohol than a horde of twenty-something frat kids could consume and enough dope, courtesy of one of Suga’s shipments, to put them all in rehab.

Today the seven Moons were going to have fun.

They were going to celebrate the arrival of their heiress.

And what a way to welcome her to the clan.

In that private room there was enough money to pay for an entire college degree.

At Harvard.

About 30 times.

Or fund a small country.

Anything was possible for the Seven Moons.

From the giant window that adorned the room they could see what was going on below them on the dance floors. They were surrounded by more opulence than the mansion at Versailles, with huge crystal chandeliers and sculptures that cost a fortune. Leather sofas and mahogany tables. The walls are adorned with paintings and sculptures, all of which look like they were purchased at a high price.

Or stolen.

But everything was classy at Park Jimin's club.

Even the small trays where they served a fine white powder were made of gold, with the symbol of the clan.

Class and style.

People used to say that this was Mount Olympus and up there resided the Gods. But no commoner could see what went on inside their VIP room.mSomething that was quite convenient if you stopped to think about the kind of entertainment that went on from time to time behind those security gates.

Of course, also the occasional murder or torture. With prior permission from the owner and of course you had to swear Park Jimin you will not stain the new upholstery.

Normal stuff.

“Hey Hyung, let's serve another round of shots for everyone” exclaimed Jungkook over the sound of the music raising the bottle of Vodka towards Jhope, who smiled openly feeling the bubbly effect of one of his favorite pills.

“Shots for everyone!” shouted the older one, pouring some of the contents of the glasses he had just poured. The others toasted with them, it had been a long time since they had had fun together and the night was just beginning “So Park, what time will the show start?” Jin asked with one of the club owner's angels sitting right next to him.

“Hyung, please don't torture us with your dance steps today” Jimin joked and the eldest of the seven moons replied with a light punch on the shoulder.

“Easy boss, Jin-ssi's dance steps are my favorite” your attention is drawn to the woman sitting next to the oldest of the seven on the table. She is stunning, with long black hair and piercing eyes. She looks regal, like a queen holding court. You realized she was one of Park Jimin’s angels and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for her, knowing that she is being used as a pawn in this dangerous game.

Her big cat eyes and sensual body were covered by her elegant black dress. Jade was a femme-fatale who loved the adrenaline rush of working for The Seven Moons.

Don’t be mistaken. Nothing was obscene in Park Jimin's club.

He was famous for never allowing any of the attendees to get rough with his angels, not even his own siblings.

Everyone followed the rules.

Unless they wanted to be beaten out of the club.

Or turned into a bloodstain on the marble floor.

That's why people literally killed themselves to work there, it wasn't just the money they made or the protection of the clan.

Park Jimin’s angels were independent, they could come and go as they pleased, they belonged to no one. Unlike other places where the women and men who worked in that world did not have the same luck.

Jimin knew that sincere loyalty was much better than fear. The angels were happy and so were their customers. The money kept flowing and so were the secrets. A job well done you could say.

“Shit, if she's an angel kill me now and I'll die a happy man” The comment from one of the clansmen at the next table made all the moons turn to look at you as you crossed the sea of bodyguards to make way to where they were sitting.

Your skin glowed under the Serendipity lights, your hair cascaded almost reaching your waist. All your curves and long legs could be seen to perfection thanks to how short the satin dress she was wearing was.

Versace, something very appropriate for a...

“Goddess, she's no angel," Namjoon's deep voice answered her before taking another sip of Whiskey without taking his eyes off her, "And she's completely out of reach for all of you... unless you want to lose the hand you're touching her with."

You mentally cursed Anya and Garam for convincing you to wear that piece of fabric that was called an excuse for a dress and left nothing to the imagination. You didn't even want to think about how much it had cost

Of course, an agent's salary would not allow you to pay for even one of the earrings you were wearing.

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“Today is your formal presentation in Seoul’s underworld. You can't go wearing these nun school rich girl dresses. Please” Anya had told you when they were still in the Boutique “Besides, Namjoon gave you his black credit card, let's call it retribution to justice”

“All for the sake of good and justice” You had sighed in surrender and the two women jumped up and down in celebration.

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“Welcome to my club, Miss Lee, if you want to have a good time in this boring city” Jimin greeted you with a kiss on her hand “This is your home” You noticed that the man had made different colored locks in his hair, if anyone else had tried it he would probably look ridiculous but for some reason he looked amazing.

Jungkook surprised you with a hug as he approached the table “Noona, you look very beautiful tonight” a mischievous gleam crossed the younger man's eyes “You must promise to dance with me first okay?”

“No, this is my club. Miss Nari Dances with me” Jimin opened his eyes, offended as he continued to argue with his brother.

“I'm sorry children, but I'm the eldest. It is a show of respect and tradition. I would be the first one to dance with Miss Lee.'' Jin interrupted both of them with a matter of fact tone. The three of them began to fight and laugh among themselves. At first you found the behavior of these mobsters, who were usually too serious and respectful, too strange.

But then you saw some little bags with colored pills on the table and raised an eyebrow.

Ah, ecstasy.

You noticed that Namjoon was still staring at you sitting with his arms outstretched on the couch rest “Nice dress, Lee Nari.” the penetrating gaze of the clan's second-in-command made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up “Can I invite you a drink?”

Smiling, you nodded “Pour me whatever you are drinking, Kim Namjoon” As you sat next to him you realized at that moment that they were going to ask you to try anything else on that table.

You can't help but think about the dangerous position you were in. Accepting to use drugs with the clan is a slippery slope that you know very well you shouldn't even consider. But you need to maintain my cover, and the pressure to fit in with the clan is intense.

So you had to play along, even if you knew it could go horribly wrong “Also, you can share with me whatever you are on right now”

“I didn't know you liked Molly, but I guess there is enough of that in the pretentious universities of America” Taehyun's turn to speak had been listening to you silently watching your every move, as usual.

“That's true, we like to have fun at pretentious colleges in America” you replied by dropping the pill on your tongue and shrugging your shoulders. You got up and took Namjoon’s hand to walk to the center of the dancefloor. With the other brothers joining you right behind.

As the music fills the room, you feel the heat of the Right Hand's body pressed against yours. You dance together, your bodies swaying in sync, but your mind is far from the moment.

Here 's the thing.

You knew perfectly well the dangerous game you were playing right now. Letting yourself loose when you knew perfectly well that every man in that room was heavily armed. You learned during your training back in the headquarters that this was a show of trust inside the Clans.

You had to play your part to perfection. Because men let their guard down when they feel free.

And if they feel free they start talking.

Which reminded you. Your team in France has not responded to your last message, and you find it odd that my boss, the Lieutenant, did not warn you about the arranged marriage between Mr. Lee’s daughter and one of the seven sons.

Your heart races as you realize that you are in deeper than you thought. The consequences of being caught are simple: One misstep and you will be dead.

As the song comes to an end, Namjoon leans in close to you, his eyes burning with intensity. "I need to go outside for fresh air. By myself." he looks surprised for a second but then he turns around and barks an order to one of the bodyguards to take you outside, and you feel a mix of fear and excitement ripple through you.

You are led by one of Namjoon’s bodyguards across a sea of moving bodies and gangsters to get to an emergency exit in the back of the VIP room. You go down the stairs and once you are at the door the man tells you you have 5 minutes.

The pounding music and flashing lights of the club faded behind you once you stepped outside.

That’s when you saw him leaning against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers. You noticed that for the first time you’ve seen him he was wearing a suit. Hair sleek to the back. His deep black eyes stared directly at you.

That was the last thing you needed to see while high on molly.

“Yoongi”

You almost whispered, approaching him carefuly. “What-”

“You look surprised, little flower. Like if you just saw a ghost. Were you expecting someone else” He interrupted you and you felt a shiver down your spine.

You could feel the effect of the drug spreading through your bloodstream “No, you're exactly the person I wanted to see tonight” Your words were sincerity mixed with alcohol. He took a step closer and you felt his hand tugging at the fabric of your dress that covered your hips.

Why do you have to be so fucking beautiful?

The man let out a laugh and held her tighter by the waist “You're going to have to share with me whatever they gave you upstairs, little flower,”

Did you say that or did you think it?

Suga brought his lips to your ear. So close you could feel their ghost touch on your skin “It has to be pretty good shit. For you to admit that you think I'm fucking beautiful and I don't want to be left behind in the fun” You gasped and he gave you one of those devilish smirks you were starting to like.

“Weren’t you supposed to be in Russia?” You said eyes locked in his “And miss all of today’s fun. No way in hell I would miss you in this dress, pretty flower. But before she could respond, he stepped closer, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. "You're a beautiful woman, Lee Nari," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

Ah, fuck it.

You were in too deep on the effects of the pills mixed with alcohol.

Probably what you were thinking at the time was a terrible idea.

But the effects of the drug made you feel so damn good.

And Suga usually had a mysterious aura to him, something dark and alluring that attracted you to him.

Like a moth to a flame.

You had burned before.

And you really liked the pain.

You took another pill that you had hidden on your dress and placed it on your tongue. You knew that she was playing a dangerous game, but you couldn't help the attraction you felt for that man. In a moment of impulse, you leaned in with your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.

And kissed him.

Kissed him as if you were alone in that place full of people.

As if you couldn’t be seen by absolutely everyone who was there.

The effect of the drug deliciously amplified the sensations and you could swear that the Suga’s lips tasted like chocolate strawberries, your favorite dessert.

“You're getting me in trouble little flower." said the man As you broke apart, you could see the surprise and suspicion in his eyes.

“Good thing I love trouble," but before you could move again a hand grabbed Suga's arm, pulling him away from you.

Turns out your five minutes were up and the bodyguard had gone upstairs to tell Namjoon you were kissing his brother outside of the club.

Didn’t snitches get stitches in this clan?

Or lose a finger or something.

The Right Hand eyes were looking directly at you. He was furious, you could see the veins of his neck pop, blood rushing through them filled with anger.

Oh you’d fucked up.

Big time.

Now the both of you were really in trouble “May I know, what the fuck are you doing here, you bastard?” Namjoon grabbed two fists full of Suga’s shirt.

“Having fun like everyone else at this party, or isn't that what we all came here for, Daddy's boy?” replied the older one with his sarcastic chuckle.

“Call me that one more time and I'll break your fucking face” Namjoon so close to Suga's face while he looked amused by his reaction.

As if he had been waiting for it.

“Oh your majesty, I'd love to see you try....”

Before chaos could form the rest of the siblings approached to separate them. You were still standing in the middle of the two, unsure if you should try to calm things down.

But you knew you’d only make it worse.

“Let's calm down a little, you know the rules: no fighting in my club - Jimin intervened trying to calm them down a little “If you are going to break each other's faces or measure each other's dick or whatever it is you are doing right now. Do it somewhere else” he finished with a tone of authority.

Kim Namjoon might be the right hand of the clan, but this was Park's kingdom. But it didn't help anyway...

“You just love to play with what doesn’t belong to you, don't you?” Namjoon responded in a mocking tone.

To that you raised an eyebrow, you were nobodies. But before you could speak Jhope put a hand on your shoulder giving you a sympathetic look “Not now, princess Nari” he whispered.

Suga grabbed the hand that was still holding him by the collar “Are you sure of what you’re saying, Kim? Do you want me to remind you who you are and who I am?”

You had a feeling they were no longer talking about you. But all you could do was look at them terrified realizing that you had provoked something you couldn't stop.

They both meant much more.

“I'm going to kill you tonight, you son of a bitch” Namjoon growled and Suga had a smirk on his lips but the expression of his eyes wanted blood.

“Hope, take Miss Lee out of here. That's an order” Namjoon said without looking at you.

The young gangster approached you with an apologetic look “I'm sorry princess Nari, but we'd better go” He took you by the arm to take you out of the place and ushered you to a SUV that was already parked and ready for you to leave.

“I knew you'd be trouble." Taehyung whispered as you passed him.

Your eyes stung from tears that were trying to come out.

You felt humiliated.

You had screwed up completely.

Suga was your fucking weakness and your needed to get him out of her system.

The faster this mission would be over.

Faster she could get away from all of this.

And away from him.

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HELLO!! BEAUTIFUL INTERNET PEOPLE.

I have a confesion to make: This August D concept photos are making me feel things. What a good moment to be alive honestly. Because I would gladly let gangster August D Kill m... Ahem.

Here's another confession. Butter is actually one of my fav chapters, because its all the build up to the real deal of the story. But I got inspired by the pictures of this beautiful, beautiful human and decided to add a new scene to the chapter.

For the ones who don't know Hate is actually a story I've aready finished on wattpad and I am translating (from spanish) and cross posting it here on tumblr. Also, the original story is actually an OCxSuga and not a reader POV. But I really am enjoying this changes. I hope you guys enjoy this story as much as I am enjoying writing.

There is so much more to come and I am excited to show you!

For the ones who are interested, the tag list is open If you want to be on it you can leave a comment or send me an ask! 💌💌

Tag list: @allamericanuniverse @drunkzseok

Love, Ria.

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violetsiren90 · 7 months

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I'm not trying to spam you! That's not my intention. But, sometimes, I never know when to stop talking. At least over a screen, not in person though. I'm naturally an introvert "who avoids people like the plague".

I have you beat on the size contest. My full height is 4'6. Before you'd ask, I am a fully grown woman. I say that because, even though you're not able to see me, people are too surprised that I'm older than I look.

I'm a babyfaced grown woman. I'm legally a midget. There's not really many short female characters (of my height in fictional stories either) which is disappointing for me. Maybe I should probably change that.

Ultra size kink.

Jimin would've been happy to finally meet people shorter than him.

These videos?

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/pI7BaX1FdWM

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/0FuS_Zji3OI

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/9sir1F6eyQE

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/rvzrCkzEGDg

There was a duality video of Yoongi, transition from Suga to Agust D just by the look in his eyes. But I can't find that fucking video now.

I do notice people write the more serious expressions for Yoongi now, especially whenever they're writing about his Agust D personas in the stories. Which is important since Yoongi, Suga and Agust actually are different people despite being the same person. That's his duality.

But you rarely ever see that written with some of the boys though. At least from my personal experiences when reading? It seems that way for me. But, then again, I might be completely overthinking this again like I always do. Doesn't help that tagging system never works either.

Yeah.. There are times when people have barely any knowledge about the community, sometimes they're still really able to write completely believable scenarios. And others times you're like.. "Wait, wait... That's not what would happen!" And then it ruins the whole story for me just that quickly. So I appreciate that you actually researched the topics.

Yes! Anything from mafia universes to supernatural universes, maybe anything in between if those stories are well written for me anyway.

Haha, don't worry about spamming me! I love to chat! 😊

You do have me beat! And lol - ultra size kink, I love it!!

It is always wonderful to have more representation when it comes to reader-insert MC's!! I know you said before you were thinking about writing again, and maybe this is a much-needed perspective you could bring to the BTS reader-insert experience!

Woosh! 🥵🥵🥵 Those YT shorts!!

I'm so glad to hear my representation of the community kept the story immersive! That is the best compliment I could receive in that respect! 🥰🥰🥰

Yeah, there are lots of great darker AU fics out there. ARMY is really talented. 😊💜

#anon aks #mermail💌#fic: make me

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stratus-skye07 · 4 years

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Suga Craze [Two] | Suga

[Masterlist] [One]

The following morning, I got up to get my prescription filled. The lady told me it would take a few minutes so I walked next door to the convenient store. Having this sudden craving for sweets I grab a few chocolate bars. I head towards the cashier when I get sidetracked by one of the aisles.

It was the aisle that sold the condoms and lubricates which got me thinking about last night with Yoongi. Our sex life has increased since getting to spend more relaxing time together in Hawaii. I'm not sure if this is what people would call the honeymoon stage or not but I want us to be as happy as we are now in the future whether or not business gets in the way.

Going down the rows I stop in front of the pregnancy tests. My heart begins to swell when the thought of taking the test with Yoongi waiting with me. That moment when the strip tells you the good news and the planning begins. One moment that will be years down the line.

I'm taken out of my thoughts when a hand grips my shoulder. I turn quickly to face the owner of the hand when all the blood drains from my body.

The tall figure smiles at me, "Hello Y/N, did you miss me?"

My knees begin to go stiff. I try to back away but end up losing the movement in my joints which causes me to fall back-first to the ground. With whatever strength I had I pulled myself away from the man who looks like Hyung-Sik or is but he can't be alive.

I back away into the legs of another person, "Young lady, are you okay?" I looked up at the elderly man that had just come out from the back room.

"That man," I look back, pointing at an empty aisle.

"What man?" He asks.

Once I got myself together I left the store, got my prescription, and went straight home. My dad is coming to visit today so I had to recollect myself. I had dinner to make for the three of us to talk. I decided to keep the incident to myself so as to not worry Yoongi.

"Honey," Yoongi places his hand on my wrist, "are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just spacing out about something." I make up.

After clearing the table my dad and Yoongi continue to talk about business related things as I wash the dishes.

"Y/N, can you come join us for a moment?" My dad calls out to me.

I sat beside Yoongi, "Dad, you know I’m not interested in the mafia work."

He shakes his head, "No, no, this isn't about business. I wanted to talk to you two about your family situation."

Oh no. The last time it was a family situation was when he told me I was going to marry Yoongi. I can only imagine what this talk is going to be about. I hope it’s not a concubine situation.

He raises his arms towards us, "You two have really grown beautifully. You've protected each other and grown to love each other in this short amount of time. I think that it may be time to expand the family legacy."

Yoongi nearly chokes on the glass of wine he was drinking, "Expand? You mean having kids?" He asks for clarification.

I chuckle nervously, "Dad, I think it's a little early to be talking about babies."

"Nonsense, your mother and I had you as soon as we got married and we would’ve had more if she hadn’t passed away. Considering what you two have been through and things have settled down, I say there's no time then now to start trying for one."

Yoongi chuckles, "As grateful as we are for your complete support, Y/N and I would like to wait a little more before coming to that kind of decision because to be honest, I'd like to be a little greedy and keep Y/N to myself."

My dad chuckles, "I'm happy to hear that but don't make me wait too long, I am getting old. I hate to admit it but it’s true."

I walked with my dad down to his car while Yoongi excused himself to speak with RM in his office. I kept thinking about what happened earlier today that I had to know if what I was seeing was real or just my subconscious.

I turn to my dad, "Hey dad, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, sweetie." He looks at me with worried eyes.

"You've killed a lot of people over the years. Have you ever seen those faces haunt you?" It’s not exactly something I’d ever wanted to know from my dad but considering what’s been happening to me I have to be sure.

He sighs before gripping my shoulders, "Yes. I see those innocent and not so innocent lives I took every day. I killed to get to where I am now. I regret most of them especially after I had you and lost your mother, the realization of someone killing your loved one started to take a toll on me, but why the sudden question?"

"I don't want to worry Yoongi but I've been seeing Hyung-Sik. I'm starting to wonder if maybe the guilt of killing someone has gotten to me."

He shakes his head, "You didn't kill him."

"I know, but I was the reason for all this."

"Honey, you shouldn't feel that way since you killed to protect. The way I see it, if you hadn't killed Hyung-Sik someone else would've or worse, he would have killed you and Yoongi. You have nothing to feel guilty about." He reassures me with a kiss on the forehead.

“Call me paranoid but I’ve been having these feelings, like there’s a storm coming our way that we don’t know about yet.”

My dad nods, “I’ve been having it too. Don’t worry yourself too much. Yoongi will protect you and I’ll search around. If something comes up don’t be afraid to come by the house to talk to me.”

“Thanks dad.”

A little while after my dad left, I decided to blow off some steam in the training room with Jimin. The room was huge with mirrors up against one wall like a dance studio. It was a room where the Bangtan members train to keep in shape.

Jimin held the padded glove up as I threw punches in whatever direction he moved them in. Since saving Jimin from bleeding to death, he’s been almost like my personal bodyguard. He’s my second pair of eyes. I appreciate his loyalty.

“Whoa noona, your hits have gotten sharper.” He says with raised eyebrows.

I shrug, “Yeah, well I’ve never practiced like this before. I only knew how to fight just for the occasion that I had to defend myself, which was rarely needed.”

“Do you think you’ll need to again?” He asks hesitantly.

I stop swinging for a moment to take a breath, “I don’t know but it’s better to be safe than sorry. I almost got killed because I couldn’t keep up with Hyung-Sik.”

“Technically, you almost got killed because I shot you.” He says adding a hint of sarcasm.

I nod, “True, but you wouldn’t have had to shoot me if I’d taken him down sooner. Not that I’m complaining but sometimes I wonder if I’d done something differently Yoongi wouldn’t have gotten taken.”

“You can’t expect the unexpected. You did what you could and you faced it head on. Don’t think that any of this is your fault. It’s because of you that Suga is still alive.”

“Okay, you're right, enough talking.”

A part of our training sessions would be to spar. I know how to defend myself but since going to medical school I’ve felt that I lost some of the speed that I had when I practiced Jujitsu. I’d usually do it with Yoongi but he’s been pretty busy lately so I’ve been continuing my training with Jimin.

Jimin starts to throw punches at me, I manage to dodge every one. The last punch, I grab his arm to flip him over my shoulder in an attempt to put him in an armbar but he manages to counter by sliding out of the hold to pin me down.

“You’re getting slower, noona.” He teases.

I sarcastically chuckle. While he’s laughing, I quickly grab a handful of his shirt and lift my hips to reverse the positioning so that I’m pinning Jimin down.

“Is that slow enough for you?”

Suddenly, our attention is drawn towards the door where Yoongi is leaning against the door clapping his hands from the sight before him.

I rise to my feet and help Jimin up as Yoongi enters the room, “Jimin, you’re dismissed.” He says with a stern tone.

Jimin had a look of hesitance to leave but I pat him on the shoulder, “Maybe next time you’ll get me, Jimin.”

He smiles at me before leaving the room.

I look back at Yoongi, “So you finally have some free time to train with me?” I interlock my hands with his and pull his arms behind his back so that I’m hugging his waist.

Yoongi smirks before giving me a peck on the lips, “If you were going to train, you could’ve told me.”

“I know, but you’ve been busy with deals that I didn’t want to stop you from getting your work done.”

“So you decide to get your training in with Jimin?” I can sense the hint of jealousy peeking out of his words.

“I mean if you’re that upset about it then…” I quickly maneuver myself under his arm so that I’m able to put his arm behind his back, “…why don’t you make up for it?”

“Alright, but you asked for it.”

Yoongi manages to use his other arm free. He spins so that my head is now under his arm in a headlock. I can feel his hand trail down my back until he reaches my ass. He gives me a hard smack on the cheek.

“Ow,” I swipe his foot from under him.

I manage to get on top of him and throw my rounds of punches. He blocks them until he grabs my forearm and shifts his weight over so that he was now on top of me. I hold him tight in between my legs as he pins me down by my throat but doesn’t apply pressure.

He kisses my cheek then chuckles, “You’re slacking.” I simply smirk.

I counter his hold by placing my hands on his face and shove him far enough to where he has to release the hold to push my hands away, giving me the chance to reach up and put him in a sleeper hold. With his strength, Yoongi lifted me up but I still managed to keep my hold. I’m beginning to feel his body slow down but he still holds me up.

Finally, he taps out.

I release the hold and drop down to my feet. Yoongi’s face was red from the lack of oxygen that he was getting. No doubt if he was a little more stubborn he wouldn’t have given in so soon.

“I gave you that one.” He says in between taking deep breaths.

I scoffed walking towards a bench where I had placed my water bottle, “I could beat your ass so bad that your great grandkids would feel the shame.”

There was a long silence before Yoongi started up the following conversation, “Do you ever think about it?” He asks.

I finish taking a sip of water, “What kicking your ass that bad?”

He ruffled his damp hair, “Having kids.”

The sudden question catches me off guard as I look him in the eyes through the reflection in the mirror, “Do you?”

Yoongi rises from his position to approach me from behind, “Yes.”

“Do you want to have kids?” I ask in a matter of curiosity.

“With you,” his arms wrap around me, “very much.”

“Then why did you tell dad that you wanted to wait?”

“You seemed very hesitant to say yes. I didn’t want your father to pressure you in any way. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be prepared to take care of you and our child.” He says kissing behind my ear.

My heart skips a beat at how emotional he sounds confessing his feelings of starting a family. We never talked about the idea. I assumed it was something that never interested him but deep down he truly wants it. It’s something I want just as much but also fear.

I turn to face him and wrap my hands around his neck to pull him down to kiss him.

He smirks down at me with those familiar eyes, “Until then, we have plenty of time to practice.” Suddenly Yoongi’s body began to lean into mine until my back was pushed up against the mirror.

I bite my bottom lip as Yoongi’s lips begin to travel down my jaw until he reaches the collar of my sports jacket. Slowly, he begins to pull the zipper down to reveal the sports bra I had been wearing. His fingertips tingled over my skin as he slid the jacket down my arms to hit the floor.

Yoongi continues to venture down my chest, leaving trails of kisses down my abdomen until he reaches the waistband of my yoga pants. His long fingers sliding in to pull them, along with my underwear, down my thighs.

I gasp, “Yoongi, what if someone walks in?”

“Then I’ll have to kill them.”

I use Yoongi’s shoulder to balance myself as I take my feet out of my pants. Yoongi’s hot breath was at my entrance but instead he began to kiss and lick both of my hip bones, leaving behind markings.

He goes back and forth until he finally comes to the part of my body that’s been craving for his mouth’s attention.

His tongue stroked up my slit until he gave my clit it’s fair amount of attention. I bite my lip to suppress a moan. My hands run through his hair in a frantic way as his tongue causes my legs to shake.

“Yoongi,” I say his name in a pleading tone, “wouldn’t it better to continue this in the bedroom?” I barely get the sentence out.

Yoongi rises with a smirk on his face, “Why? We’ve already started. There’s no point in stopping while it’s getting hot.”

I chuckle, “First the car and now the training room, are you trying to see how many places we can fuck or are you just horny at the wrong time?”

[Three]

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BTS -> {Mafia AU} -> They find out you’re pregnant

Requested: Nope.

Group: BTS

Genre: Fluff. Angst

Warning: Maybe some childhood triggers, unhappy upbringing, toxic parents, etc. Inclusion of some weapons. Swearing.

Jin

When Seokjin received the phone call that you were in hospital from one of his henchmen that were assigned to watch over you, his mind immediately went to the worst possible conclusion. He said more than a few colorful words to his henchman, swearing upon his ultimate death for allowing you to get hurt, before hanging up and leaving instantly for his car to drive to the hospital.

He had probably broken more than a dozen traffic laws but he did not care, his only focus was to be by your side. He roughly parked in the parking lot before barging into the hospital, his presence daunting as the nurse yelped when he suddenly appeared in front of her at the reception. His gaze was solemn and terrifying and others couldn’t help but notice the temperature in the room dropping several degrees as he stared at the nurse.

“Y/N L/N, where is she?”

“Who-”

“My wife. Now where is she? I was told that she was here, now I want to know where she is!” He raised his voice, making the nurse pale as she realised that he was not going to leave until he knew which room you were in, his glare only intensifying the longer she stood there gaping at him in fear.

“O-One moment!” She squeaked before going onto the reception computer and typing in your name, taking several quick glances at Seokjin as he waited. She eventually found your name, much to her relief, and glanced up to look at Seokjin. “R-Room 301.”

Seokjin didn’t need to hear anything else before he stormed away, following the signs for the directions to your room. He did not bother with the hospital elevator and instead sprinted up the stairs before finally arriving at the third floor. When he saw the 301 sign, he all but sprinted to it and shoved open the door with a loud bang.

“Y/N!”

You and the doctor jumped when Seokjin suddenly stormed into the office, his eyes slightly wild as he spotted you immediately and hurried over to your side, crouching down and grabbing your arms as he inspected you for injuries.

“J-Jinnie? What are you-”

��I was told that you were at the hospital! Why? What is wrong? Is everything okay?” Seokjin suddenly snapped his attention to the doctor, who was all but watching the exchange with wide eyes. He cleared his throat before adjusting his white coat.

“Yes, Y/N is in perfect health, a good thing considering her newly discovered condition.” Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows at the doctor, his grip on your arms tightening.

“Condition? What condition?” He demanded, worry suddenly clawing at his chest while his mind began to go through multiple scenarios of what could be wrong with you.

The doctor glanced at you, which did not go unnoticed by Seokjin as he followed to glance at you at well. You sighed when you noticed both men’s gazes on you. You tugged your arms out of Seokjin’s grip before taking his hands in yours, nodding at the doctor. Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows at you and then turned to the doctor for an explanation, who cleared his throat again before offering a slight smile.

“Congratulations Mr Kim, your wife is pregnant.”

...

Seokjin stared at the doctor for a few moments, unable to say a word before slowly turning to face you. You smiled when he locked eyes with you before squeezing his hands.

“We’re going to be parents Jinnie.”

“I...I...”

He couldn’t say anything. He just couldn’t find any words to properly communicate what he was feeling at the moment. And just what was he feeling? Caution, disbelief, shock, confusion, and...joy. A slow smile crawled along his face as he lowered his gaze to your stomach. He released one of your hands to reach out and press his hand against your stomach. He glanced up, a disbelieving laugh leaving his lips as he looked at you with bright eyes.

“We’re going to be parents.” He repeated, joy filling his voice as he continued to look at you. Your eyes couldn’t help but fill with happy tears as you nodded, covering his hands pressed against your stomach with your own.

“Yes, we’re going to be parents.”

And the joy which was bubbling in Seokjin’s body came bursting through as he suddenly swept you into a hug, laughing in disbelief as he found out the best possible news he could ever receive.

Suga

Yoongi never pictured his life any further than just spending it with you. He can’t say he had any happy memories growing up as a child due to the all the shit he had to fight through. Alcoholic father, drug addict mother, runaway brother, Yoongi didn’t have a childhood to brag about, especially to someone who had it much easier than him. He never did say he never wanted children, but he also never said he did want them. Its just with the shitty upbringing that he had, he didn’t believe he had the qualities to be a good father to someone, especially to his own kid.

But here he was, getting faced with something he never wanted to face by you. You stood in the middle of the room, waiting for his reaction after showing him the ultrasound picture you had gotten from the hospital. Yoongi was silent, his eyes just staring at the photo as he tried to get his head around the idea of you being pregnant.

“...There is no way this is happening.” He finally said out loud, shaking his head as he continued to stare at the photo. He heard you scoff.

“Well unless we are both hallucinating, then you are right. But you’re not. I’m pregnant Yoongi, eight weeks already.”

Yoongi finally turned away from the photo to look at you, a blank look in his face as he tried to suss out what you wanted him to say. He didn’t know how to feel about this. He wasn’t good with kids, never having to deal with them thanks to his work, but also because he wasn’t interested in interacting with them. He also had no idea how to deal with baby, especially one which he had now apparently help to create with you. He swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling dry as he couldn’t help but glance at you stomach, where his supposed eight week child was growing in.

“...And you want to keep it?” He inquired, not expecting his words to invoke an explosive reaction from you.

He ducked when you suddenly threw your phone at him, it being the only thing on you which you could throw in the moment. You fixed him with a glare so harsh that he was surprised that he didn’t burst into flames the moment he locked eyes with you. You suddenly cradled your stomach with one hand while the other remained by your side, fist clenched so tightly that your knuckles were white. You were furious.

“I can’t believe you would ask a stupid fucking question like that. Its a baby Yoongi. Our baby. Something we made together. And you are asking me if I want to keep something which we made? How fucking dare you.”

Yoongi stared intensely at you, your words making him tense up to the point that he was unsure if he could even move from his seat. His fingers were flexing, just edging him to just grab a cigarette to try calm his nerves. But he doubts that he would even be able to hold it properly. His mind was just whirling with thoughts.

“We...never planned to have children.” He pathetically uttered, inwardly cringing at his words. You scoffed once again.

“We never had that conversation, but it is too late for it now because I’m pregnant. It has been decided for us.” Yoongi shook his head.

“No, it hasn’t. We still have time to...to...” he trailed off, a foreign feeling weighing down on his chest as it kept dawning on him that you were pregnant with his child, a child he never planned to have. Or rather, a child he never considered to ever have. You fixed Yoongi with an unreadable look, this time cradling your stomach with both hands as you looked at him.

“Do you not want this baby Yoongi?”

That was the million dollar question. Yoongi swallowed thickly, his throat thick while his chest continued to be weighed down with his emotions. He furrowed his eyebrows as he gazed at your hands, the very hands of which Yoongi always took in his for the comfort of your touch, the hands that held him against your body when the two of you fell asleep together, the hands that would fix him up when he came home injured from a mission. The hands which were now protectively shielding his future child in its earliest stages.

“I don’t know.”

That was all that he could say. He was just so conflicted, so confused, just so...lost. He didn’t know if he wanted a child. He only planned to just have you, but like you said, it was suddenly decided for the two of you. And he just didn’t know if he was capable to be someone worthwhile for a child to care for them.

He just didn’t know.

J-Hope

The mission had ended sooner than he had expected, which provided him the chance to be able to return home to make you dinner. While he wasn’t the best cook, you have taught him a few recipes which he had fair confidence in making without supervision. It was still quite surprising how you somehow managed to domesticate him in certain ways. Before he met you, he always just had his ones of his maids prepare his meals, or he would eat out with the gang. But since you came into his life, he started doing things that were unexpected of a gang member, such as cooking dinner and going furniture shopping to redo several rooms in his home to give it a more ‘homely feel’.

Homely...not a word he ever thought he would ever use. Yet another thing you influence in his life had caused. But he didn’t mind, you just made his life so much happier, and he enjoyed the changes that you had brought to his life. He felt lighter, more positive, and in fact, more normal. It was hard for him to have anything on the normal spectrum because of his involvement in the gang business. His definition of normal was going on heists, managing drug rings, and destroying any rival gangs who dared to try oppose his. Getting shot at was something normal for him, and yet so shocking and different for you.

However despite knowing about his work, you still loved him. And he was grateful for that everyday. He cooked the rest of the meal with a soft smile on his face as he imagined the proud look on your face once you saw what he had prepared for you. It was one of your favorites, and he hardly burnt anything this time, which was a massive improvement from when he first started cooking. When he heard the front door opening and your happy greeting to Mickey, the pet dog you had managed to convince him to get, happiness filled his chest and he switched off the stove to walk in your direction to greet you. To say you were surprised to see him would be understatement.

“Hoseok, what are you doing home to early?” You asked, causing Hoseok to smile as he stepped forward to hug you, his arms easily wrapping around your waist.

“We had managed to finish the mission early. And I decided to spoil my favorite girl to her favorite dinner.” He kissed you in greeting before pulling away, noticing your wide eyes as you looked at him in surprise.

“My favorite dinner? Did you burn anything again?” Hoseok laughed and pressed a kiss to your lips again before taking your hand and leading you to the dining room where he had already set the table for the two of you.

“Not this time. I told you that I am getting better at cooking.”

You laughed and kissed him again before allowing him to pull out your seat for you before hurrying back to the kitchen to dish the dinner for the two of you. He presented it to you with a flourish, making you giggle at him, before he placing his own dish at his seat before he went back to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine. He smiled at you as he took a seat, uncorking it and about to pour it into your wine glass before you suddenly stopped him, grabbing the bottle neck to stop him from pouring.

“Not for me please!” Hoseok looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, pulling the bottle back as he looked at you in confusion.

“Why not? This is your favorite. I got it for you yesterday.” You suddenly blushed and looked down at your lap, your hands nervously rubbing against each other while Hoseok stared at you. Concern began to fill Hoseok as he placed the wine bottle on the table before reaching out to take one of your hands, squeezing it gently as he urged you to look at him. “Is something wrong babe? Just tell me what is on your mind. If you are having problems, you know that I can-”

“I know!” You interrupted, lifting your head to look at him, your cheeks still pink. You bit your bottom lip before sighing. “I just thought that maybe I would have more time to make a surprise for you before you got home. But you beat me to it and I just can’t hold it in anymore.”

Hoseok looked at you in confusion, which prompted you to sigh again before you smiled and brought the hand that you were holding and pressing it against his stomach, covering it with both hands.

“Babe-”

“I’m pregnant.”

Hoseok eyes suddenly widened, just jaw dropping as he stared at you for a few moments before looking down at your stomach, his hand still pressed to it. He was just frozen to his seat, unable to do anything else other than just gape at your stomach in shock.

Pregnant...you were pregnant...

You couldn’t help but squirm in your seat at Hoseok’s silence, biting your left as you squeezed his hand to try get his attention. “Hoseok, are you-”

You yelped when suddenly Hoseok’s lips were on yours, kissing you insistently as he shot out of his seat and moved to cup the back of your neck while his other hands remained pressed to your stomach. You gasped when he pulled away, Hoseok beaming brightly as he pecked you on the forehead before gazing into your eyes with a loving smile.

“Thank you Y/N. Thank you. You are going to be a wonderful mother...just like I will be a wonderful husband and father.”

“Husband?” You suddenly asked, dazed from the intense kiss he just gave you.

Hoseok just winked at you before pulling you into a kiss again, filling it with every happy emotion he was feeling right now.

Namjoon’s position in the mafia world came with its benefits and its dangers. It was most beneficial for him in terms of the wealth he received. Ranging from his weapons trading, drug smuggling, and overall heists which he organizes, he swims in vast amounts of wealth of which makes him an object of envy by others, especially by those who conduct ‘cleaner’ business than he does. He is respected from every corner of the mafia world, his reputation preceding him and conducting the power which he has over everyone because of his intelligence and ruthlessness. He was a dangerous man who could destroy or fix lives, it all depended which side one found themselves in with Namjoon.

However, just as the benefits of being a mafia boss, the dangers were also vast. Namjoon constantly had a target on his back, his rivals and enemies hoping to take him down to reap the rewards heavily once he was out of the picture. But the dangers did not only pose a threat to him, but also to you, his wife.

Namjoon always did hope to get married someday, even though he believed it was a fruitless dream as it would only cause more harm than good. But you had managed to make that fruitless into a reality, despite the dangers that came with marrying someone like him. Even though he did get flack from his gang members for getting married, he wouldn’t change it. Instead he adapted.

He ensured that you were safe at all times, having his henchmen assigned to follow you to ensure that you were not in danger. Of course it angered you but Namjoon had to be sure that you were safe. It was not easy being a partner to a gang member, as rivals and enemies could always use that to their advantage and Namjoon never wanted you to be in that situation of which you are used against him. His priority was you and only you, and that was something that he was okay with.

It it seemed that his priority had broadened as he stared at the pregnancy stick in his hands, two red lines telling him that his family of just two, you and him, was going to become three. He looked up to stare at you, his grip on the pregnancy stick tight while he trembled slightly on the spot.

“Are you certain?” He asked, which you responded with a nod.

“I have taken three already from different brands, this being my forth one. I’m very certain. I’m pregnant.”

Namjoon glanced back down at the stick, a disbelieving laugh leaving his lips. You’re pregnant. You were carrying his baby. His baby. He was going to be a father. And you were going to be a mother. The two of you were going to be parents. His family was growing. His two has now become a three. He was just...so happy.

An overwhelming amount of joy suddenly filled Namjoon, a sincere laugh leaving his lips before he stepped forward and wrapped you in a hug, sweeping you off your feet and spinning around, laughing as he couldn’t help but feel tears prick at his eyes as he placed you back on your feet. He felt your hands on his cheeks, wiping away his tears with your own teary smile in place as you looked at him with excited eyes.

“I’m guessing you’re okay with it?” Namjoon laughed before he cupped your face and leaned down to give you a brief but passionate kiss, smiling in it the entire time before he pulled away.

“I’m more than okay with it. I’m thrilled! Thank you Y/N, thank you!”

He swept you in another hug again, shaking in giddiness while you hugged him just as tightly, giggling in joy as the prospect of the two of you becoming parents was now a reality, as represented by those two lines on the pregnancy stick.

“We have so much to do. Hospital visits, baby proofing...” Namjoon trailed off before pulling away, looking at you with a firm look before pulling out his phone. You frowned at his sudden change of mood.

“What are you doing?”

“Calling my gang to increase the number of men to watch you when you are out.”

“What? You’ve got to be joking!” You immediately argued, eyes widening at the idea of an increase of onlookers you’ll get from his henchmen. But Namjoon shook his head.

“I’m not joking at all. You’re carrying our child now, you have to be safe.”

“I am safe enough as is!”

“Not enough. I have to make sure both you and our baby are safer.”

“Namjoon!”

“I’m not going to change my mind on this Y/N.”

He has only known he was going to be for a few minutes, and he was already adapting his whole gang structure to centralize you and his future baby. He would say he was doing a rather good job so far at protecting his family.

Jimin

“Y/N, I don’t have time to talk. I need to go.”

“Because the gang is more important than me right?”

“I never said that.”

Jimin couldn’t understand why there was sudden tension between the two of you. Arguments just seemed like a common occurrence for the past two months, you becoming irritated with the smallest of things along with accusing him of things which simply were not true.

He has believed that it was due to the lack of sex lately, you seemingly uninterested in getting intimate with him whenever he was home. And whenever he asked what the problem was, you simply fired back at him angrily and then would kick him out the bed. He just couldn’t understand what was wrong with you. He thought married life was supposed to be easier, the two of you only being married for a year, and yet this fights have broken out and he couldn’t understand why.

“Its clear you care more about the gang than me. You make it so obvious.” You crossed your arms as you looked away, almost like you were disgusted to look at him. Jimin groaned in frustration.

“That is not the case. You know I love you! You are my life dammit, you are my number one priority!”

“And yet you want to run off to the gang when I have something important to tell you! You are jut so fucking unbelievable!” You yelled, causing Jimin to grab at his hair in frustration.

“Tell me then! Fucking tell me so that we can stop this stupid argument! What is so fucking important?!”

“I’m pregnant, you asshole!”

“...”

Jimin had no words. He just stared at you in shock as your words just replayed in his head.

“I’m pregnant, you asshole!”

“...Jimin?” You suddenly called out, his silence concerning you slightly as he stood in place without moving. Jimin continued to gape at you for a few seconds before finally speaking for the first time.

“P-Pregnant?” He repeated, staring at you with wide eyes as his mind continued to process everything.“H-How long?”

You moved your hands to your stomach, rubbing it gently despite it being flat before looking back at him. “Two months.”

Suddenly everything made sense. The two of you fighting, your increased appetite and exhaustion, along with you disinterest in sex, it now made sense. They weren’t just random occurrence, but signs that you were pregnant. That his child was growing in your body, that you were now carrying another human being in your tummy which he had helped to create. You were pregnant with his baby. His baby.

“Oh Y/N!” Jimin could not help himself. He hurried over to you and swept you into his arms in a hug, relief washing all over his body as he spun you around and pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead with a smile. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Y-You’re not mad?” You stuttered, looking at him in surprise while your hands were pressed against his chest. Jimin smiled before shaking his head.

“Why would I be mad? We are going to have a Jimin Junior! Oh my gosh, the others are going to be so jealous! I’m going to be a dad!”

Jimin’s excitement was infectious as you were soon smiling just as brightly with him and bouncing in excitement before hugging him tightly in celebration. The two of you were going to be parents. It was something which you were both looking forward to.

Taehyung was not scared of anything. With all that he has faced in his life, nothing scares him anymore. Either he will be killed that today in an assassination attempt, or he will drive himself back home and fall asleep without a problem. His life was that simple.

But when you came into his life, he probably experienced fear for the first time as he had to worry for someone. He did not want you to be put in danger because of him, hence why he did not at first want to enter a relationship with you because of the risk of it. But clearly his restraints broke because he fell and he fell hard for you, which led to the beautiful relationship which he had with you today.

Only it did not last.

He could have handled it better. He could have done anything other than storming out the house when you had told him the news. And he certainly could have not returned home drunk out of his mind that he practically passed out on the stairs as he was making his way back to the bedroom. He woke up in his bedroom alone on his King-size bed, his head pounding as a consequence for his drinking last night. He looked to the other side of the bed, only to find it empty and made.

“Y/N?” He called out, slowly sitting up on the mattress. He heard nothing, which prompted him to stand up from his bed despite his headache and to walk out his bedroom and down the stairs where he passed out last night. Once he reached the ground level, he heard sounds coming from the kitchen, causing him to walk towards it until he finally entered it, catching sight of you for the first time since last night.

You were on your laptop, busy searching for something while you were nursing a cup of tea, pressing it against your cheek while the screen glare shined off your eyes as you continued with your browsing. Taehyung cleared his throat to get his attention, only for him to be ignored. He tried again, but he received the same response from you.

“Y/N.” He called out, hoping for you to look at him but instead you kept your eyes on the screen, blatantly ignoring him. He began to walk to you, his hand touching the kitchen bar counter of where you were sitting. “Y/N, I’m talking to you.”

You suddenly stood up from the kitchen stool, closing your laptop before tucking it under your arm and walking out the kitchen, quickly followed by Taehyung as he hurried after you with wide eyes. He reached out and grabbed you by the elbow. “Y/N-”

“Don’t!” You ripped your arm out of his grip and whirled around to point at him with a furious glare. Taehyung froze as you glared at him, slowly lowering his hand back to his side. “Don’t you dare touch me. I don’t want to talk to you. Not after what you pulled last night.”

Taehyung faintly recalls last night, after you had told him that you pregnant. It was just a mess of emotions. Just the idea that you were pregnant, that you carrying a life that he helped create, it just freaked him out. Involving himself with you in the first place was occurrence, but having a kid was another. He just didn’t know what to feel. People like him don’t get to have families. People like him don’t get married, have kids, and live in a house with white picket fences. No matter what, there is always someone out there trying to kill people like him. And to bring a child into that, it just seemed to be cruel.

“I shouldn’t have stormed out last night, I-”

“Yes you shouldn’t have. But you did. And not only did you come home drunk, but you also told me that it was a mistake to involve me in your life. Thing would have been easier then. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to hear that when I am busy carrying a child who is just as much as mine as it is yours!” You yelled, angry tears filling your eyes as you continued to glare at Taehyung as you rehashed what you had to deal with last night when he came home.

Taehyung couldn’t help but stand in stunned silence as he stared at you. He didn’t remember saying that. He only recalls passing out on the stairs, but then he woke up in his shared bedroom with you, so that meant...shit.

“Y/N, I-”

“Don’t.” You interrupted once again, raising your hand to stop him from speaking with a shake of your head. “I don’t want to hear anything from you right now. I already know that you will just make it worse.”

And then you left him standing in the middle of his own house, heading up the stairs while he stared after you in shock and hopelessness. Just what the hell was wrong with him?

Jungkook

Jungkook never believe in love. In his profession, having more than just a casual partner was something he never considered. He enjoyed his laid back, no-strings-attached relationships that he had with women. It suited him. He got to satisfy his bodily needs, have fun, and have no worries about life, aside from issues related to his gang. But he was living life to the fullest, and he believed there was nothing that could make him happier.

Only those proved to be his last words when you came along in his life. He fell in love, hard and fast, and he suddenly couldn’t imagine a world without you in it. You were his other half, the thing which he craved the most. Both body and mind, you fitted with him perfectly. He had plans for the two of you. To give you the world, to show you the finer things in life, to give you a life of which you had to worry about nothing because he was there to protect you from everything horrid in this world. Hell, he even imagined a big wedding for the two of you, something which he never considered. He had dreams for the two of you

But then those dreams were all but shattered when you told him that you were pregnant.

“I can’t fucking believe this!”

Jungkook threw the dinner plate to the floor, his have eaten dinner flying along the broken bits of china as it shattered on the floor. You flinched at her sudden action, looking at him with wide eyes as he slammed his fists on the table, his entire body tense while he breathed heavily.

“Baby, I know that now is not the right time, but-”

“Of course its not the right time! I had plans for us! I had big things planned for the both of us!” Jungkook slammed his fists on the table again before shooting up from his seat, pacing along the floor while brushing his hand through his hear, laughing in disbelief. “A kid...a fucking kid.”

He didn’t want to be a father. Children just was not something he wanted. All he needed was you and only you. He had given up a life of lusting and partying to spend all his time with you. To grow a life with you. He wanted to travel the world with you, to treat you to the finest things in life and share so many adventures with you while he made a killing, literally and figuratively, through his gang work. He was on top of the world with his gangs power and with you by his side, but now it had all but gone to shit.

“Surely kids were a part of those big plans that you had for us. You said you wanted to grow a life with me.” You said, staring at him from his seat while you pressed your hands against your stomach where your baby was now growing. Jungkook whirled around to face you.

“I wanted to grow a life with you and only you! A kid will only fuck things up for me! For us!” He yelled, his body shaking because of how angry he was.

His words hit a nerve with you, causing you to glare at you as you stood up from your seat. You marched over to him and shoved him hard in the chest, making him stumble only slightly from the force before you raised your hand to point accusingly at him.

“A kid will not fuck up anything. A kid is a product of love and to hear you hating our own child before they are even born, I just can’t fucking believe you. Just what else were you expecting Jungkook? Babies happen when people have sex and you and I tend to have a lot of that, so me getting pregnant is the expected result to how we are with each other!”

“What fucking good that did. I never would have touched you if it meant that this was going to happen.” Jungkook growled, the words leaving his lips before his mind could comprehend them.

Their effect was instantaneous. You froze completely as you stared at him, mouth gaping as his words repeated in his head. And he realised what he had said and their implication and their effect on you. He instantly regretted it. But before he could say anything else, he suddenly felt a hand to his face.

Slap!

While he has definitely been hit in the face before, it was a different kind of pain when it was from you. And when you turned and stormed away without a word, grabbing your coat and car keys before heading for the door, the pain only worsened. He hurried after you, reaching the front door only to find you reversing out the driveway. He sprinted to try reach you but it was too late as you were on the street and speeding away.

“Y/N!” He screamed out after your car, grabbing at his hair in desperation as everything just began to crowd in on him at once.

You being pregnant, his shattered dreams for the two of you, and the words he had just said to you. He fucked up. He fucked up badly. And he can only hope that he can fix it before it was too late.

For what? He didn’t know. But he didn’t want to find out.

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yoonlattesworld · 3 years

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My love

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Summary: you had the most terrible week in your life. So all you needed was the comfort of your home and your boyfriend even if you deny it. And ofcourse yoongi wouldn't allow his babygirl to cry because of some stupid assignments.

Genre:angst,fluff,slight smut

Warning: some cursing , reader is drained but stubborn too. Protective yoongi is my favorite🙈,contains mature stuff, soft yandere yoongi

Author's pov

Yoongi looked up hearing the front door closing and placed his laptop on the coffee table. Standing up, he walked towards the front door to see you standing on one leg trying to get your sandal off instead of sitting on the small stool which he has kept there just for you,so that you wouldn't fall on your face everytime you remove your sandals. A frown made it's way on his face when he noticed how exhausted you looked. But soon his eyes widened and he immediately rushed towards you to hold you as you almost stumbled while dancing on one feet. "There there baby. Be careful " he said holding your waist to stable you but you didn't said anything instead only placed your hands on his chest to support yourself. He crouched down and removed both of your sandals then placed them neatly in the shoe rack. He stood up and took your chin in between his fingers and made you look at him because you were oddly silent today. His heart clenched when he noticed the dark circles under your eyes. Your face looked a lot thiner and paler too. "Rough day?" He murmured quietly and took you in his arms when you nodded sniffling quietly. You buried your face in his chest and wrapped your arms around his middle tightly. "What happened?" He asked gently caressing your hair but you only shook your head,scared your voice might break if you say anything. "Did your exams not go well?" You sniffled again and whispered "they did " he kissed the top of your head,swaying your body side to side. He understood that you might be tired because of studying continuously so he didn't asked anymore questions "let's go. I will prepare a warm bath for you and we can cuddle afterwards-" he words were cut off when you suddenly pulled away and shaked your head "i-i can't. I need to complete those assignments. My professor already made sure that everyone knew i was the only one who didn't complete the assignment." His eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched seeing you pretending not to cry. He held your wrist when you went to walk away and pulled you back to him making you bump into him. You looked up at him surprised as he said "you aren't doing any stupid homework today. You already worked hard enough. You deserve some rest" your hands gripped the black hoodie he was wearing and you looked at him pleadingly "please yoongi. I need to complete them or else my professor-" this time he was the one who cut you off and gently yet strenly said "you don't need to worry about him babygirl. I will take care of everything. Now come here and let me take care of you" a surprised squeak left your mouth when he suddenly picked you up and started walking towards the staircase. You sighed tiredly and wrapped your arms around his neck,leaning against his chest and his arms around you tighten before he kissed your head. You always take care of him and he doesn't show his emotions easily. But this is his way of telling you,he loved you more than anything in this world.

You opened the bathroom door,still in his arms and he gently placed you on the counter before filling the bathtub with hot water. After the bathtub was filled,he took the bottle of lavender oil and poured a few drops in the water. You smiled looking at how he remembers how you like your bath. After he was done he turned around and look at you with soft eyes. Kissing your forehead softly he helped you take off your clothes and threw them in the basket. making sure you don't slip ,he carefully placed you in the bathtub . You immediately sighed as the fragrance of lavender filled your senses while yoongi smiled looking at you visibly relax. He sat besides the tub and rolled up his sleeves and massaged your shoulders making you sigh again. A few seconds later you looked at him with a soft smile on your face "thank you yoongs" he leaned forward and pecked your lips saying "you don't ever need to thank me kitten" as yoongi saw you finally relaxing, he started washing your long hair. His long fingers massaging your scalp gently causing you to close your eyes as a soft moan escaped your lips at the amazing feeling making him chuckle fondly. Yoongi stopped massaging your head when you almost feel asleep sitting in the bathtub causing you to whine but he just shushed you gently and rinsed the shampoo from your hair. After your bath,he drained the water of the tub after helping you out of it and went to pick some comfortable clothes for you while you dried your body. A few seconds later he came back with his hoodie and a pair of your panties. While dressing you,he asked "what happened today baby?" You sighed and decided to tell him everything because you know that he will know either way even if you don't tell him. "So you know how important these exams were right?" He nodded. Ofcourse he knew how important they were. He has seen you studying until late night almost every day since a month. "One of my professor had given us an assignment even when he knew we had exams. And i was going to complete it yesterday night after i finished my revision but i wasn't feeling well-" yoongi's eyes narrowed at that "why didn't you tell me angel" his voice was stern making you gulp "w-well you were already so tired and you were staying home after so long so i didn't want to bother you t-that's why..." he sighed looking at you but then gestured you to continue "yeah so that's why i couldn't complete that assignment and i told mr han i wasn't feeling well and because of exams too. And you know his daughter who is in the same class as me didn't completed her's too but he didn't said anything to her. Of course he wouldn't. But he also didn't need to shout at me and make sure that the whole class me that i didn't complete my work. I was already really tired from all the studying i barely managed to wake up today a-and then i started crying in front of the whole class like an idiot.." tears filled your eyes again as you remembered how everyone was looking at you while yoongi felt an overwhelming anger inside him. How dare that old hag humiliate his girl in front of everyone? Looks like he need to remind him to know his place.

Yoongi wasted no time in taking your body in his arms and kissed your head multiple time making you giggle. You looked up at him with a pout on your face causing him to chuckle booping his nose with yours. He pressed his lips on yours in a short yet sweet kiss making butterflies fly in your stomach. Pulling back he said "how about you build a pillow fort on the couch, while i prepare your favourite milkshake and we can cuddle the whole day while watching all your favorite Disney movies?" Your eyes went wide with pure child like excitement and you nodded eagerly almost bumping your head on his chin. He laughed and pinched your hip lightly then patting the area "let's go!" You said already running out of the bathroom with yoongi following after you. As he went to the kitchen, you grabbed all the pillows available in the house and almost fell because of the weight too. After setting the pillows you grabbed the biggest and fluffiest blanket you own and settled on the couch and waited for yoongi patiently. While yoongi came out of the kitchen with a tall cup of vanilla milkshake and a cup of coffee(an evil amount of bitter coffee like you say) in his hands. He chuckled when your head popped out of the pile of pillows and blanket as you looked at him with a bright smile on your face. You scooted a little to make place for him and he placed both cups on the table before sitting down. He opened his arms and you immediately invited yourself in his embrace, making sure to throw the blanket around him too. You also had another thin blanket around yourself like a burrito as you snuggled in his chest and sat in between in legs as he leaned against the end of the couch. "Comfortable much?" He asked teasingly as you wrapped your small arms around his middle tightly causing to blush slightly and hit his chest. He laughed as his arms around you tighten causing you to whine more. And finally after the movie started, (whose name he forgot) he stared at you fondly as you watched the mermaid meeting her prince for the first time. He has zero interest in Disney movies but if he can see you this happy everyday, then he will watch that stupid mermaid give up her voice for a boy she just met for the rest of his life. It seemed like you have forgotten everything that happened today but he hasn't. While you both were on the end of the third movie,which was rapunzel, you were scolding the evil mom in the movie for separating rapunzel and eugene and he was also a little annoyed at that bitchy mom. But as you both reached the fourth movie,he felt a weight on his chest. Looking down he chuckled softly, looking at you sleeping peacefully still holding onto him tightly. Fuck,you are too adorable for his heart. He was glad you are actually resting.

Placing a few kisses on your head he stayed like that for a few moments, just holding you. But then he looked at the time and saw that it was almost 6:30 pm. His eyes widened slightly as he didn't even realized how long you both have been sitting here. He slowly picked you up just enough so that he can slip from under you and after he managed to do so without waking you,he laid you down again and covered you with the blanket properly. As you slept soundly without a care in the world, he took the cups and walked in the kitchen to prepare some dinner knowing he has to feed his half asleep hungry girlfriend.

At about 8 pm,you woke up finding yourself drowned in the pillows and blanket. As your nose picked up a delicious smell,you sniffed the air and surely it was coming from the kitchen. After you managed to get out of the ocean of pillows, you made your way towards the kitchen to be blessed by the sight of your boyfriend setting the table. "Is that pasta?" Yoongi jumping slightly hearing your voice and turned around and surely you were hungry and half asleep. He bite back a chuckle and said "yes babygirl it's pasta. Sit down it's ready " you nodded immediately and your mouth watered at the sight of your favorite pasta. Yoongi sat in front of you with his own plate and waited expectantly to see your reaction but his eyebrows furrowed when you didn't eat instead looked at him "i-i don't deserve such an amazing boyfriend like you" his eyes widened when he saw your teary eyes and he was by your side in a second ,cupping your face in his large hand "baby you deserve everything in this damn world and i love you so fucking much. Please don't cry sweetheart " you know he hates seeing you cry so you nodded sniffling and wiped your tears "i don't know why I'm crying...i think my period is coming soon" you pouted causing him to chuckle quietly and he pecked your lips before going back to his seat "now eat" you didn't need to tell him that you love his cooking. Because he know from the look on your face that you loved it. After finishing your food,you insisted on doing the dishes but he shooed you away telling you to let him do his work

After doing the dishes,he went in your shared bedroom to see you standing in the balcony. Walking towards you,you flinched when his arms suddenly wrapped around you and he whispered "relax baby" he kissed your neck softly before placing his head on your shoulder and mumbled "are you feeling better?" You nodded and turned around, he took your hips in his large hands and you placed your hands on his chest "thank you yoon. I feel like i will be lost without you" he leaned his head against yours murmuring "I'll be the one lost without you baby" you pecked his lips,staring deeply in his eyes and whispered "i love you" something inside him snapped. He crushed his lips on yours making you gasp at the sudden force. The kiss was urgent and desperate, like he has been wanting to do this for so long. You wrapped your arms around his neck moaning softly in his mouth when his tongue caressed yours. He carried you back to bed and laid you down,breathing heavily he looked at you and growled "i love you so damn much" and attacked your lips again.

He undressed you with his lips,kissing your whole body as his long finger thrusted in and out of your wet hole and you could only squirm and moan his name helplessly when he added his second finger as you came all over his fingers. He made you cum again on his tongue, realising a deep groan at the taste of you. His one hand held your soft thighs as your legs wrapped around his face,and the other one was pressed on your lower stomach firmly to keep your from moving as he sucked your clit with his tongue fucking your wet hole. you came on his face again,whimpering because of over sensitivity. He pressed his lips on yours again as he entered inside you causing a few tears to escape your eyes because of how big he was. He panted as his cock worked in and out of your velvety walls , leaning down to kiss your breast that bounced every time he thrusted in. A deep growl leaving his mouth as he watched a small bump appearing in your lower stomach everything time he thrusted in. You gasped and screamed loudly as your fourth orgasm washed over you,and he came a second after you with a low moan of your name. He collapsed besides you and a few moments, took you in his arms whispering raspily "i love you so fucking much...I'd set the whole world on fire if somebody will hurt you" as you fell asleep tucked in the safety of his arms.

The next morning you woke up at the sound of shuffling "mmm...yoongi?" His hand pressed on your shoulder as he kissed your head and covered your naked body with the duvet properly. In your half asleep state,you could make out him standing beside the bed,dressed in his expensive shirt with his sleeves rolled up with his suit in his hand"where....where are you going?" He caressed your head in hopes of lulling you back to sleep "work baby. Go back to sleep. You aren't going to university today. I will be home early " you hummed and mumbled something incoherent with a few words he could make out were "drive safely and love you" "love you too" he whispered and kissed your cheek before fixing his tie, his rolex watch shining as the sunlight peeked through the curtains.

Walking towards his car with his secretary by his side, he said "let's pay professor han a visit" his secretary jimin nodded and opened the door for his boss. Yoongi sat at the back seat and cocked his gun with a smirk on his face which soon turned into a soft smile as he stared at his phone wallpaper where you were smiling brightly at him.

Nobody hurts his babygirl. And if someone does, they will have to face his warth.

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eashmo · 2 years

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Min Yoongi - Hacker

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janaeekook · 3 years

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Incapable iv. {myg}

“You cant love Min Yoongi, he doesn’t know how to love. Or care for that matter. You’ll just end up getting hurt.”

pairing: assassin!yoongi x reader

warnings: injury - blood - trauma - confessions -

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iv.

Morning, maybe it was the quiet of it you loved, where you got lost and your mind drifted ever so slightly forgetting of its troubles. It was pure, you longed for its innocence, though it never lasted there was work to be done. You dreaded its comfort passing on into the afternoon, but alas it must. A heavy yet hollow knock sounded on your door.

"You up?" Jungkook's voice asked through the door, You hummed, and with that the door opened, "Come on, Up, breakfast is ready."

"I'm fine."

"Come on Y/n, Its your first mission in awhile, You gotta' fuel up."

"Jungkook, really, I'm fine."

"It wasn't an invitation," He moved closer to your bed, You gasped when he pulled you up and practically tossed you over his shoulder, "I was telling you."

"Jeon Jungkook! You put me down right now!" You exclaimed, he didn't listen, though when did he ever? Only setting you down in a chair at the table, where a few of the others were scattered around eating. You puffed out a sigh.

Jimin snorted, "You're just going to manhandle her like that?"

"If it gets her to eat, Yes." he said, before looking to you and pointed to your plate which still sat empty, "You, eat, and then get ready."

"What? Are you gonna make me do Mindful Yoga?"

"We're going on a run." He stated, "I'll meet you by the door in 45."

You Sighed before grabbing a muffin from the center of the table, eating it slowly as you zoned out. The quite seeming to take over your mind again, finding it hard to feel anything with your heart. It had almost been as if your body had been put into a state of preservation— you didn't want to protect yourself from it, you didn't want to hide. Rather, you wanted to understand the numbness that made you feel so alone and isolated, you didn't want to be alone.

"Hey." Yoongi's voice cut through your thoughts, he stood in the door way, "You ok?"

You looked around the table, only noticing now that you were in fact alone, "Hey, I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me."

Humming he pointed to the half eaten muffin in your hand, "Eat."

The word wasn't harsh, soft, actually. Because the truth was that, Yoongi did worry about you, ever since the other night when you lay helpless in his arms with tears falling down your cheeks. He didn't want to worry, he didn't want to care, and yet he did. It frustrated him that you made him cautious, when had he ever been delicate? Curious to know what was going on in your head, and try to find a way to fix it. He didn't fix things, or people for that matter, he broke them.

What made you any different?

"You ready for tonight?" He'd gone on to ask anyway, pushing his thoughts aside.

"Mmhm." You nodded your head, "You?"

"When am I not?" He said before pausing, "You- You're with Jungkook tonight, right?" Yoongi fought the grimace on his face when the younger boys name left his mouth.

"Ya, so I'll be extra ready." You nodded, holding up your fists before letting a giggle bubble from your throat.

He gave a tight lipped smile, though it seemed forced, "You'll be safe with him." And with that the mysterious boy turned and walked out of the dinning room. You furrowed your brow at his odd behavior before ultimately shrugging it off and finishing your muffin.

"Come on no slacking now!" Jungkook shouted back at you. He was quite a ways ahead of you on the trail that was lined with gargantuan pine trees. You had stopped bent over, your hands resting on your knees as you breathed heavily.

"You're- insane." You said between breaths, "We've ran like 6 miles."

"Don't be so dramatic y/n, its only been two." He spoke once he had jogged back to you, you sighed begrudgingly, "Fine, we'll take a break, walk the rest of the way back. Ok?"

"Thank the lord." You said before collapsing onto the dirt path, trying to catch your breath. You looked up to Jungkook after awhile, only to find him looking at you, he had never been good at hiding his emotions on his face. You could easily see the worry stitched into his knitted brows, the contemplative chewing of his inner cheek.

"What's on your mind Kook?" You asked, His big eyes quickly found yours.

"Are you sure you're ready for tonight? I dont want you to get to far in over your head, I just want you to know that its ok to back out-"

"Jungkook I'll be fine, It'll be good for me, I need to get back into action. Plus, would you rather me sit in my room the whole night and watch The Notebook for the 100th time?"

"I know I know, I just dont want you to get hurt."

"Kook, I can take care of myself and I'll have you."

Though your reassurance didn't calm the worry in his heart, he knew how fragile you still were, losing Win effected you more than words could say. Everyone saw it, everyone felt it. Eating less, smiling less, sitting in your bedroom doing nothing because you had no desire to get up from the comforting blanket cocoon. A numbness had settled on your brain, your body, finding it harder to care for yourself mentally and physically. Your typical self care felt draining, longer periods between showers, Your face oily from going unwashed and pampered the additions of a pimple or two. You knew you needed this, you needed to start living again, helping the others to make life at least feel normal-- you didn't want the others to treat you like a hurt puppy anymore.

"Alright, if you say you're ready then I believe you." He said

"Thank you." You smiled, a silence filling the space between you. You stood, dusting off your pants as you did before both of you continued walking down the path.

"Y/n, I just want you to know that you can talk to me, about anything." He said, his voice becoming soft.

You could only smile, You truly appreciated how sweet Jungkook was being. He seemingly knew you inside out and backwards, you couldnt be more grateful for the boy you grew up with. But you knew what he was trying to do, he wanted you to open up to tell him all about what was running through your head, and its not that you didn't want to. You just truthfully didn't know either, your thoughts moved faster, the steady hum from their erratic movement-- like white noise that only assisted the numbness. It felt as if you were living in slow motion while everyone else buzzed by.

"I wish I could talk about it." You were surprised to hear your own voice at first.

"What do you mean?" He asked and you knew there was no way out of this conversation.

"There's nothing to talk about."

"There's always something to talk about."

You sighed, "I mean, my thoughts are moving so fast that its brain numbing. How can someone not be able to comprehend their own thoughts, Jungkook?" He thought about it for a moment before speaking.

"Maybe you dont want to. Comprehend what your thoughts are saying, I mean." You gave him a look as if telling him to go on, "Trauma response. It's very possible that your mind is sublimely blocking your thoughts about the events for fear of facing it or acknowledging its truths."

"Do you really think so?" You asked quietly, you'd never thought of that.

"A lot happened that day, Y/n. The trauma you're facing is inevitable, but that doesn't mean you have to face it alone."

You thought about what Jungkook had said the rest of the day; trauma. The way it twisted and toiled its way into your brain, leaving you sleepless at night, only falling asleep after the constant flow of tears on your cheeks became too exhausting on your mind. Though you were physically exhausted as well, The toil in your head triggered the rest of your body, you felt weak, helpless, lazy. You knew that wasn't the case, that you would survive this pain, that though it cut deep and stung in more ways than one, It was only temporary and it too would pass. We hurt and we heal.

The house was bustling when you and Jungkook returned, a tension hung in the air, You couldnt tell if it was because of the uncertainties of the mission or you. However you knew it was the latter, with the side glances and mumbling. It irked you, you weren't a child, you didn't need to be treated like a wounded baby bird anymore.

"You all can stop walking on eggshells around me." You stated suddenly and promptly, "Its annoying. I'm not going to break."

Everyone seemed to be surprised by your small outburst, Not exactly knowing how to react to your words. A few army members bowed and lightly apologized before going off somewhere.

"You have some spirit today." Jimin nudged you as you came up and stood next to him and with the others in an unprecise circle.

"Is she ready?" Namjoon asked Jungkook who also joined the circle, sitting next to him. He spoke quietly to the youngest boy so that he was the only one to hear the question as he kept his eyes on his dear sister.

"Ready as ever."

"Good."

Namjoon had been worried about you, how could he not be? Though you weren't his innocent and fragile younger sister anymore he still put himself responsible anytime you were hurt, in any sense. He convinced himself that it was somehow his fault, However he'd never tell you that, he didn't want to worry you.

"So everyone's aware of what we're doing tonight?" Namjoon finally spoke out to everyone who nodded at his question, "And you're all aware how important it is that this goes well?"

"Yes we're all aware." Jimin clarified for everyone.

"Alright then." Joon nodded looking around the semi-circle that had formed around him, he locked eyes with a few members, "We only have a few hours to prepare, so do what you have to."

With those words everyone began to disperse, but you watched, your eyes remaining on your older brother who was answering questions of a few army members that approached him. His brows knitted together, a serious expression seemingly pressed into his features. Your brother always looked so tough, you knew he had a soft side, but you also knew he would never show it to anyone in this room aside from you. You could see the stress in his eyes, it was etched in the bags underneath his eyes as well, the burden of being the leader of an organized crime affiliation was evidently taking a toll on him. Often you wished you could just leave, see a smile on his lips that was once again real. If you were to be honest, though you had made many great friends as a member of Bangtan, Namjoon was truly the only thing holding you there.

Being a part of Bangtan also meant sacrifice. You had sacrificed your life, your innocence, for a cause that you weren't sure about anymore. You'd watched many people die, However, none of them had affected you like Win. How much more were you willing to sacrifice? Would you go until you had nothing left? You didn't know.

Finally the sun had set, bringing the day to a close and a night of chance to a start, nerves coursed through your veins as you got into the back of an unlabeled black van with Jungkook and a few others. You knew you weren't the only one whose nerves racked their minds, in fact you could sense the unease of the other members, for no one knew what you were about to walk into. You felt anxious the entire ride, as the van bumped along the road before coming to a stop and the hum of the engine ceased to rattle your mind any longer.

The back doors of the van were opened by a member of army and everyone filed out of the back and into the alley beside a rather tall building where the two leaders of the respective gangs would meet. Your unit was on standby just outside the building.

'Tell us what you see Namjoon.' Taehyung's voice came through the earpiece, invading the silence. Taehyung had tried hacking into any and every camera, but there either wasn't any cameras or their system was just that good.

'It's quiet and dark- there's not a whole lot to see.' Namjoon quickly relayed

"Ok continue nice and steady." Jungkook spoke from your side, his hands resting on the rifle strapped to his chest.

'Jungkook your team should move in.' Taehyung spoke again, 'Keep a relative distance but just incase, we want you as close as possible.'

"Copy that." Jungkook said before signaling us to follow him into the dark building, you studied your surroundings sweeping the floor with your flashlights. It was so quiet that it made your ears ring, it was too quiet.

"It shouldn't be this quiet." You verbalized your thoughts, no one said a word and you swear you felt as everyone held their breathes. Listening, waiting to hear a pin drop in this deafening and hollowing silence. And it came, a barrage of gunshots and flashes coming from ahead of us, there was shouting-- shit.

Namjoons voice barreled through your earpieces, 'It's an ambush everyone fallback!'

Another voice came through and the words made your blood run cold, 'Yoongi's down!'

You couldn't think, all you knew was that you needed to move, you felt Jungkook try to grab at your arm but you were too fast. Your heart was in your throat and you could finally seem to make sense of the thoughts in your head because you were moving at their speed. No, no, no, no, no, no, no please, NO, NO, NOT AGAIN! NO ONE ELSE! The voice in your head was so loud you didn't hear Namjoon yell your name as you breezed past him, it only mattered that you reached Yoongi before it was too late- before there was too much blood, you couldnt handle that much blood especially now.

You saw him laying on the floor firing his gun at a balcony above as the last of the group headed for the exit, his hand clutching his side and there was blood seeping between his fingers, your breathes came quick as you reached him. He looked up at you and his eyes blew wide, you saw the emotions faze through their dark hue, the main one being anger shadowed with worry.

"What the fuck are you doing!? Go!"

You shook your head vigorously, "Not without you."

"Damnit, Y/n!" It was Jungkook's voice coming from behind you as you draped one of Yoongi's arms around your shoulder.

"Help me get him up kook!" You yelled back at him, Jungkook grabbed Yoongi's hand and pulled the man to his feet and draped his other arm around his shoulder and then you both helped Yoongi along.

"You're both fucking idiots." Yoongi scolded, but his words weren't as hard and his breathing was labored

"You're welcome." Kook grumbled.

You made it out and everyone was loading back into the vans, Jungkook helped you lay Yoongi on the metal floor of the van before climbing in and shutting the doors after him, the van peeled out of the parking lot and sped to the estate. You took off your shirt leaving you in the tight cami that you had on underneath, you press the fabric against the wound and Yoongi winced at the contact. You had to stop the bleeding, you would stop the bleeding.

"You ok?" Your voice was more shaken than you'd anticipated it being.

"I've been better." he said letting out a groan, "You shouldn't have-"

"Don't tell me I shouldn't have gone back for you." you whispered, "I wasn't going to leave you to die." you didn't look at him, just focused on maintaining pressure on the wound, but you felt his eyes boring into you. After a moment you felt his eyes drift off to were Jungkook sat on the bench behind you.

"Dont look at me." Jungkook said

"I'll stitch you up when we get back." You spoke

"Where do you want him?"

You pointed to the kitchen island and the army members that carried him placed him there, you thanked them as they left and then grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink. You finally looked at Yoongi to find him staring back at you.

"The bleeding hasnt stopped, is the bullet still in their?" you asked him your voice shakier than ever.

He finally shakes his head, "It grazed me, It's not as bad as it looks."

You sighed washing your hands, you pushed up his shirt and grabbing your shirt that was still balled up against the wound, you felt his blood on your hands. You forced yourself to swallow the bile rising in your throat. You let out a breath before grabbing gauze and trying to clean the wound as best you could.

You heard shouts from you brother and your friend draw closer to the kitchen, great, another thing you had to deal with while you tried to stich Yoongi's wound.

"Namjoon, dont-" You heard Jungkook say as they entered the space,

"Get your hands off m! Y/n what the hell were you thinking?"

"She is trying to focus, she did not run after him for nothing!"

"Oh yes, let us talk about how you didnt fucking stop her! I trusted you to protect her!"

"And she is just fine! WHat the fuck is your problem?!" Jungkook shouted over Yoongi's groans as he got up in Namjoon's face. You had tears streaming down your face, as you tried to focus on the task at hand, as they continued to bicker back and forth.

"Both of you out!" You finally screamed, turning to face the two with your blood covered hands, "I'm trying to save a life and you're not helping, So go take up empty space somewhere else!" The males were shocked at your outburst, but You ignored their expressions before turning back to Jungkook, taking a deep breath before getting back to work.

You had the needle close to your face, trying the best you could to thread the needle in order to stitch up the wound. It was just you and Yoongi now, the others were sitting and waiting in the living room.

"Breathe." You looked down to Yoongi, you nodded, doing as told. You tried again this time easily threading the needle, You doused the wound in hydergine peroxide which made him wince. The bleeding had subsided a bit so your heart wasn't as frantic in your chest.

He was quiet until you started stitching, "Namjoon's right, you shouldn't have gone back for me."

"Dont, Yoongi."

"I would've been fine."

"You would've been dead." You looked into his eyes and your emotions betrayed you as a tear fell down your cheek."

There was a pause again, "You dont have to worry about me, Y/n."

"I wasn't going to leave you." you spoke and your voice was firm.

"Why not?"

"Because you dont leave people you love behind."

a/n: FINALLY! Omg I’ve been working on this for nearly a year! This year has been insane and I’m sorry I haven’t had time to update this series but I plan to finish it in 2022! I hope you all love it!

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BTS Reaction To: Devil!BTS Saving You

Supernatural!Au

Summary: Devil!BTS saves you when you’re fighting a monster and almost about to get killed.

Warnings: Mentions of Dean Sam and Castiel (cause gawd damn), devil!bts (cause gawd damn), manipulation on the boys side, gore and death, kind of yandere vibes?, mentions of suicide, bobby being dead, emotional, y/n falling for the devil, and maybe more if I forgot, some devil humor, sadness, seductive Jungkook and Taehyung

W.C.: 4.8k

Notes: this is all writing and not how I portray the boys. I’ve been on a supernatural binge and the boys as devils is something I needed to write

SURPRISE I’M BACKKKKK again

Kim Seokjin:

Because of your brother Sam opening the cage and realizing that both of your brothers are the vessels of the two most powerful archangels, everything has been tense, especially when the devil’s fascination is you. There is no lie that the devil scares you, but you cannot help but think that the devil is handsome – too handsome. The train of thought that you were having was cutoff as you were trying to focus on your dad’s journal.

“Okay, the only way to take out a Wendigo is to have a flame thrower or in general to set it on fire,” Y/N spoke, mainly talking to herself as her and her brothers, Sam, and Dean, were sitting in the hotel of Colorado.

“Maybe while doing so, we should make smores,” Dean, the ever so charming man himself said with a proud smile on his face. Both you and Sam turned to look at him with a non-impressed face, which made Dean’s smile slightly go away. “You guys are no fun,” he mumbled.

It was later that night that the three of were in the woods of Colorado, walking cautiously towards the cave that the Wendigo stayed in, the only annoying sounds being the breaking of sticks underneath your boots. As always, you were in between your older brothers, a habit that they made as younger kids to always feel somewhat calm when you are on hunts with them. But what you guys did not know was that the Wendigo was one step ahead of you by hiding in the trees, the time that you realized this was when the monster growled before grabbing you and taking off towards inside the cave. The sounds of your screams had Dean and Sam feeling helpless as you were taken away, the urge to tear apart the Wendigo until they felt satisfied.

But what no one knew was that your sounds reached the ears of Lucifer himself as he was sitting on his throne with a glass of wine in his hand. Sitting up abruptly, he began to listen to his vessel’s thoughts, a stone expression making its way present on his face. “My, oh my,” he mumbled, a sadistic smirk now on his face. Snapping his fingers, he was hidden of the shadows of the cave, watching intensely at the scene unfolding before him. The fight you were putting on was admirable, but then reminded him of how weak humans are, so he decided to step in and be the hero. With one snap of his fingers, the body of the Wendigo went everywhere, causing a chuckle to escape him at the mess you were covered in.

“Isn’t it sad that I always have to be the hero in these situations? I mean, I need some recognitions here, don’t you think?” Seokjin spoke with a sultry tone, loving the way you were glaring at him, “Ah, sweetheart, don’t frown at me like that,” he pouted.

“Lucifer!” Sam yelled, a glare that could kill on his face.

“You guys know that I hate the formality,” Seokjin rolled his eyes, but before he left, he looked back at you, “I’ll see you soon, sweetheart,” he winked before he left. In that time, he also cleaned you up, so you did not have any blood on you.

You looked at your bothers with the same confused look that they held. Speaking up before anyone did, Sam looked at you with concern, “why is he so fascinated with you?” Neither you nor dean could answer.

Min Yoongi:

Everyone would think that the devil is not lazy – but they were so oh so wrong. Min Yoongi, or Lucifer, is the reason why sloth is a sin – he made Sloth himself. But lately, the one thing that has caught his attention ever since he escaped from his cage by the wonderful Sam Winchester was the Winchester’s sister, you.

He does not know why you are so intriguing, but you are. Maybe it is your laugh? Or eyes? Or even what humans call ‘personality,’ you are just so fascinating to where Yoongi must take time out of his day just to follow you and make sure that none of the monsters that you hunt hurts you, something he, himself, finds weird. But he does it anyways, not caring that it has become apparent that the angels realized that his weakness is you.

When he found out that you were being threatened during a torturing session of a new soul, he automatically booked it for the lands. The smell of angels was what made him scoff, already finding this situation amusing. Seeing the sigils all over the building that you were in had him chuckling, and each step closer he got, the more of the electricity began to flicker and eventually causing the lights to break.

You were sat on a chair, hands cuffed that were shackled to the chair you were sitting on. The hangnail that was on your thumb was the only source of entertainment that you had. When you were cornered by angels in the lady’s room of the diner you and your brothers were at, you had a feeling that this was not going to end well for some reason, and maybe for you too. Once the lights began to break, your gut feeling was always right, and once you saw Lucifer himself, you began to pray to Cass and your brothers to come and save you.

Everyone knows that you are the one person who Lucifer will come to save and answer at any beck and call you have, which you have never done before. He knew that you were terrified of him, who would not be? It is the devil himself. One of the most powerful archangels known. Now it all made sense. The angels captured you so they could get to Lucifer and put him back into the cage. Shaking your head at their stupidity, and their guts, you knew that they were going to die – even if they are the most powerful in their garrison.

“Well, daddy’s soldiers think they are so tough. Now, please tell me why you are messing with the Winchester? You know this is not a wise thing to do.” He tuts, smirking at the obvious fear in their eyes, knowing that they believed that he would not come just for a merely weak human. “I can see it now, the wheels in your heads turning. Did I just so happen to show up for a human? Yes, I did. Will anyone believe this? No? why? Cause you guys are now,” snapping his fingers, “dead.” Head tilting, he sighed, “what a waste of breath,” stepping around a puddle of blood.

The cuffs that were once on your head were now gone, along with the hangnail that you had. Looking up at the devil himself, you felt your heart plummet from fear, not knowing what to do. “Th-thank you?” You stuttered, an action that brought a smirk to the devil’s handsome face.

“She speaks!” Yoongi happily exclaimed, “you’re welcome, princess. Now, I can hear your brother’s irritating voices wanting you to be found, so our time is up. Until next time, princess.” A kiss to your forehead had you closing your eyes, and one moment you were in the presence of the devil and the next you were being tackled into a hug by your brothers. What scared you was the butterflies you felt in your stomach at the thought of the devil.

Jung Hoseok:

Running from the vampire, machete in hand, you dodged every tree branch that came into view, jumping over logs every now and then. You realized that the plan that you and your brothers made to attack the vampire nest was not exactly the best plan that you guys ever had. The sound of the vampire behind you pushed you even harder to keep going, even with the pain that started to form in your chest that the cold air brought to you.

Seeing a creek ahead of you, you pushed yourself harder to get to it so you can cross it. Even with the freezing cold of the December air, you knew that if you got across the creek and to the roads, you could find a better hiding spot from the vamp and be able to call your brothers. Coming up to the creek, you quickly searched for a good area to get leverage on jumping over the creek. Making a quick stop was the wrong thing to do because you were tackled into the freezing water, losing your machete in the current of the creek in the process.

A fist connecting with the left side of your cheek had you screaming out in pain, the strength of the vampire being ten times worse than an average drunk man’s punch (a story for a different time). Fighting by kicking and punching with getting nowhere began to dawn on you that maybe this is it. Exhaustion and the beginning signs of feeling of your body going numb started to wear on your body, making yourself weaker by the second.

“This is what you get, you Winchester bitch,” the vampire snarled at you, “I cannot wait to rip you apart and hear your screams.” Vangs coming into view, you squeezed your eyes shut, preparing yourself for the pain that is about to come, whispering I love you Sam and Dean.

The sound of a cry coming from the vampire had you popping your eyes opened at the wrong moment because of blood being splattered onto your face. Being lifted out of the freezing water had you opening your eyes again, only to be met with Lucifer himself. Too tired to try and get out of the arms of the devil, you stumbled over your words.

“Wh-Ho-What?” You stuttered, only to blush at the beautiful smirk that appeared on the devil’s face.

“A little birdy told me that my favorite Winchester was getting chased by a vampy-vamp. So of course, I had to come and see what all the fuss was about, only to come and find you almost dying! Now that would cause a ruckus in both heaven and in hell. Who would I be able to bother? Your brothers are lame and for the love of God himself, angels become boring. Humans? They are alright, but sometimes they just become… well, zombie like unless you take them to hell and have some rated-R fun, then that is when it becomes exciting.” Lucifer rambled, totally forgetting that he was carrying you still. Looking down, he gasped, “Oh my, I forgot humans had to be taken care of to actually live. Ha! Silly me, let’s get you cleaned up!” And with the press of his fingers to your head, you were healed and warmed up. “Awe, you were devastatingly cute all beaten up, hmm.”

Too shock to say anything still, you only took him in, realizing that you felt wrong by finding him severely attractive. The dark brown hair with some tinting of red in it went too well with his caramel skin, along with all black outfit, blushing when you realized that he was wearing a form of a harness. He had style and he knew that he was desirable. Swallowing, you did your best to compose yourself, “why do you keep saving me any time something bad happens? I mean you’re the devil, and my brother is your vessel? Shouldn’t you be worrying over him more than me?” You asked, not realizing the pain passing through the devils’ eyes as you spoke.

“Silly goose, did I not say that I would not have anyone else to bother? You need to invest in whatever those things that help you hear better.” And with that, he was gone, leaving you by yourself, phone buzzing like crazy from the incoming calls of your brothers.

Kim Namjoon:

Ever since the Leviathans were released from Purgatory, Namjoon, or Lucifer, has been very entertained by them. He knew from the beginning that they were not going to last long and frankly if he was wrong, he could not wait for the demons to be gone. If the Leviathans were wanting to get rid of them, then he was gladly to accept it and let them do all the nasty work so he would not have too. With that, their idea of putting chemicals in the human food to destroy the humans in America was fascinating and how it also killed the vampires with one bite was amazing. The Leviathans were such interesting creatures that he could not help himself but to let them run loose. He knew that they could not kill him, even though he was an angel, he was the one angel, minus Michael, and the other archangels, that could not be killed by Lucifer.

But the one thing that kept him entertained was watching you try and find ways to stop the Leviathans. Watching you use the borax on the leviathans was humorous because of how you and your brothers assumed that a certain chemical can be a clue of killing them was cute, especially when you looked like the characters from Ghost Busters, he got a good chuckle from that.

You are just so cute.

One thing that irked him was when Dick Roman killed Bobby. The tears and the broken look on your face made him want to go and kill the Leviathans, especially Dick, because of how they brought you pain. It is crazy, but only Namjoon wanted to bring you some sort of misery, only to be the one to break you and bring you some stormy clouds on your day. He thought that Dick himself understood that he could not mess with you and the ones you cared about, but that did not seem to be clear enough.

Namjoon is not stupid, he knows that the Leviathans think that they can trick him into thinking that they are buddies, but to overthrow him and get away with it. Nope, not even close. So when he heard that Bobby Singer was in hell because of a bullet to the brain by Dick Roman, Namjoon was not thrilled. He knew how much Bobby meant to you and your brothers, so he decided to follow you around.

When it came to the night of killing Dick, Namjoon stood in the background and watched you and your brothers fight to get to Dick Roman, and when he saw you struggling against a Leviathan, Namjoon wanted to watch you struggle. He could see the helplessness in your eyes when you were beginning to get cornered by three Leviathans. The borax was gone and there nothing else that you could do but to allow fate take control.

Sighing, the last thing Namjoon wants to do is get dirty, but he could not allow you to be killed by some pests, he stepped in. Sending the Leviathans back to Purgatory, he watched the relief on your face form but soon turn back to nervousness.

“You know, you need to get stronger, you seem to be losing your touch,” Namjoon criticized, “it seems that whenever you are in distress, my little damsel, I always have to come and save you, hmm? It is becoming a routine. Maybe you just enjoy me being your hero?”

“I never asked you to save me, maybe I wanted to die?” You said, spitting the blood out of your mouth.

“Then that means I have to alive you all over again, something that I don’t want to do because that would be too much,” Namjoon waved his hand in explanation.

“Why do you always come and save me when I’m losing?” You asked, needing the answer that has been on your mind ever since he started to save you during your times of fight.

“Because it is pathetic that you cannot save yourself unless you have someone to help. It’s embarrassing and I’m saving yourself from that.”

And with that, he was gone, leaving you to feel beaten down but also with the feeling of butterflies in your stomach at the thought of knowing that Lucifer himself always saves you when you most need it.

Park Jimin:

Pagans are irritating and overly dramatic.

That is the one statement that you will swear by for the rest of your short life that you will live. The way that they want to take down Lucifer himself is hilarious because he is an archangel, a legit badass angel, but also the fallen angel for disobeying his father, God their self. You have met Lucifer, or Park Jimin if you want to go by vessel name basis, and he is very scary but also slightly adorable? Yeah, you sound weird thinking that, but he has for some reason saved you on many different encounters, and you and your brothers have yet to find out why.

You and your brothers stumble upon a hotel, a very nice hotel that is out in the middle of nowhere during a bad storm, you are pointing out the detour that led to it. Running in, brushing off your wet hair that fell into your face, you stumble to the front desk of the hotel, automatically getting weird vibes from the front desk man, and you should have stuck to your guts because of where you are you are currently now.

“How about next time, we don’t listen to Y/N and we listen to me on driving directions,” Sam said, causing you to gasp.

“You’re blaming me? I was just trying to get us safe,” you countered back, smacking your brother who smacked you back, forgetting about the Gods sitting right in front of you. You have already come to terms with that you are in a room full of Gods.

“Michael and Lucifer’s vessels,” some fancy dude spoke, and then making eye contact with you, “and the black lamb,” you smiled sarcastically at him, already knowing that you are no one’s vessel.

Once the discussion started between the Gods, both you and your brothers looked at each other in somewhat fear and amusement. Nodding at your brothers, the three of you began to stand up and tried to sneakily sneak out, but only to have a chandelier fall right in front of you.

“Stay,” the woman who you found gorgeous say, and you nodded nervously.

Twenty minutes later and already having to deal with Gabriel, or who likes to go by Taehyung, (who you are secretly friends with), you started to notice the lights flickering, and you then realized that Lucifer was now here.

“He’s here,” Sam muttered nervously, looking at you and Dean with fear. And for some reason, you knew that you guys won’t get hurt, and you cannot place your finger on why. The sound of the Gods in the hallway had you and your brothers nervous, leaving Baldur and Kali glaring at the door. The sound of giggling made your heartbeat jump, the sound being sadistic and scary enough to make you question the crush that you began to form on him.

One moment you were standing next to your brothers and the next you were in the arms of Kali, the angel blade at your throat. You swear you saw fire light up in the eyes of the devil, and you could fear shake in Kali’s bones because you knew that she was as terrified as you were of the devil. But one thing you did not know was why Kali has you as bait.

“We did not need Sam as bait, we just needed Lucifer’s weakness to have him come here,” she spoke, a smirk on her face, “it is not hard to hire some demons to follow around Lucifer and seen that he is always there to save the day for Ms. Winchester here,” voice slightly shaky as she saw the devil’s eyes turn completely black.

One moment you were in the arms of Kali and the next you were by your brothers, watching Kali get slaughtered in front your eyes. It was gruesome but you could not help but feel some satisfaction from it because she tried to kill you and use you and your brothers. Once the murdering of Kali was done, Lucifer snapped his fingers to get clean and was changed into a different outfit that showed his thighs very well.

“She’s not wrong, I like feeling like a knight in shining armor occasionally, to make myself seem like a good person. Anyways, I’ll see you again my dearest, Y/N.” And just like that, the fairy like person who is Lucifer was then gone.

“What the fuck.” Dean spoke up.

Kim Taehyung:

Making a deal with a cross-roads demon and only to have one year to live so you could bring back your brothers was not the best idea. Why? Because the time of desperation blocks of the train of thought, and now you realize why your brothers were so mad at you once you told them. Only having one year to have them only for you to die that next year is now slightly fucked up once you think about it.

Today was the day and you were hallucinating of the hell hounds attacking you and being able to see demon’s true forms was fucking with you greatly. Why? Because the demons are fucking ugly and two, you cannot tell what is real and what is not real. You have been dreading this day for the longest time, and you could tell that Bobby and your brothers were too. It hurts seeing them choked up and knowing that you were the one causing it, all because you were selfish because you wanted them back and now, they will not have you back because of your stupid deal. Following that, seeing Castiel at crossroads because he cannot even himself get past a demon deal.

“Do you think that it will be scary?” You asked Castiel, playing with your rings, voice shaky.

Looking at you were sad eyes, “It is hell, Y/N. You are going to see and deal with a great amount of pain.”

You knew Castiel does not know how to sugar coat, but that is not what you needed at this time. You knew he was right, and it was scary. You will be in hell for eternity, and you cannot have anyone save you. Dean being saved by Castiel was a mission to do, losing some of his closest friends in that fight. But that was different, this was on you, and you knew it. So, you looked at Castiel in the eyes and broke down crying.

“I am so scared, Castiel. I’m so scared. I fucked up, I fucked up so bad,” you sobbed, gripping his coat. “Please make sure that Dean and Sam don’t do anything stupid,” you begged.

“Hey now, don’t be shit talking us, Y/Nie, not right now,” Dean interrupted, tears in his eyes along with Sam and Bobby’s.

You and your brothers stared at each other for a few seconds before running to each other, holding closing together, having to face the facts that tonight is the night that you will be here and tomorrow you will not be. The three of you pulled away from each other quickly when you heard the howl of a hell hound, only to be followed by a few more.

Looking at the four men that you loved with all your heart, you all had a silent agreement that this was it, but you would not be going down without a fight. Hearing a growl, you slowly turned around and saw a hell hound that was close to being the size of you.

“Guys. One is right there by the truck,” you whispered keeping a close eye on it. One moment it was there and the next it was gone, and then you heard a deep chuckle. Looking up, you stared into the eyes of Lucifer, “No way…” you stuttered out in a breath.

“Oh, stop it, you’re making me blush, Y/Nie,” he teased you by calling you by your nickname that your brothers came up with. “Why all of the emotions?” He asked, making eye contact with Castiel, and smiling, “Castiel! It’s been so long since I have seen you! How is the search of Daddy coming along?”

“Castiel, who the fuck is this?” Dean spoke up, demanding to know what is going on.

“Lucifer,” Castiel spoke with venom, “what are you doing here?”

“Saving the Winchester’s sister, of course. This whole story would not be the same without her. Plus, all the… emotion was becoming too much, so I broke her deal off.” Lucifer shrugged, giving you a smirk. “This is the time you say, ‘thank you’ sweetheart,” he purred, winking.

“Thank you…?” You said in a confused tone, causing the handsome devil to sigh.

“We will work on your mannerism, sweetheart. But now I need to go and find the crossroads demon and kill them, so, toodles!” He sung, making sure to look you over once with a look in his eyes that caused you to shiver, “and I will be seeing you soon, Ms. Y/N,” and he was gone.

“What the fuck was that?” Sam yelled.

“I don’t know, but all I know for sure is that Lucifer has something up his sleeve, and we need to keep an out for Y/N at all times,” Castiel said in a nervous tone.

Jeon Jungkook:

Running and jumping over logs, your heart pounding so fast you felt like it was going to explode. You dodged a tree limb as you turned a sharp corner, gaining momentum as you heard the psychotic laughs of the twin brothers who were hunting you as if you were an animal. You knew the risk of escaping that hell of a cage, but you did not realize how scary this would be.

You felt the need to stop and take a breath, but their laughs felt like they were everywhere, and you know that they knew these woods like the back of their hand. You were out of luck, but you are adamant of not dying by two psychotic human brothers. You would rather go out by a demon or shapeshifter than brothers. Seeing a road in the distance, you pushed yourself to get some speed, finding some sort of hope of survival, but that did not last long.

Tripping over trip wire, you yelled out in pain from the wire slicing your skin, and you landed in the mud, cringing from how your hair got in it. Shaking your head, you tried to get up, but a deep chuckle, a chuckle that did not sound like the brothers had you freezing, turning your head so quickly you felt it pop. Coming face to face with Lucifer, you began to debate whether you would want to get killed by him or the brothers, and you were leaning more towards to the brothers.

“That is a shame that you think that kitten. You know that I would never harm you, I have saved you several times, remember?”

“But every time I will believe that it is going to be the day I will die by your hands,” you replied harshly, knowing that you just made him angry by the blackness that took over his eyes. “But can you blame me? You’re Lucifer and I am hunter and human, you hate us remember?” You said quickly, seeing his brown eyes come back into view.

“Aah, the blindness that you have, kitten. It is so sad you don’t see it, but oh well, here come the brothers, I shall go,” he said teasingly, knowing that you will beg him to save you, and beg you did.

“Jungkook!” You cried out his real name, something that shocked both you and him, “please don’t let them kill me, I don’t want to die,” you begged truthfully, terrified of death, an ironic situation because you face death almost every day. But still, you are human after all, and you fear something.

“Ugh, you are asking sweetly, I guess I can help out,” and he was gone and the next thing you hear are screams of fear, begging, and pain. You thank him silently, not caring if he can hear it. You knew that you have been forming a crush on the devil and that Castiel said that Lucifer himself is curious by you, and every angel and demon are confused on why you are so important to Lucifer, but if it means that he protects you and your brothers and Bobby and Sheriff Mills, you are alright by that.

Hearing footsteps approach you, you turned and made eye contact with Jungkook, a scared but thankful smile, “thank you,” you said.

“Any time, Kitten, now, let’s get you back to the hotel and I’ll pass the word on to your brothers,” he said before zapping you back to the hotel.

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missbangtangirl · 1 year

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AYE JEON JUNGKOOK WTF 😳🔥🔥🔥

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btsmosphere · 2 years

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Ride or Die | MYG

> part of the Highway to You series <

~summary: yoongi isn’t sure when he became so accustomed to your ineffably cheery presence. until he sees that innocence crack, he hadn’t realised how far he would go to keep it there. ~pairing: yoongi x reader ~word count: 2.9k ~genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual mafia!au, friends to lovers ~rating: pg15 ~warnings: violence, domestic violence/bad home environment (not yoongi), alcoholism (again, not yoongi), mainly yoongi being caring af but fighting some Feelings

~a/n: so, here is the announcement of me embarking on a project! since (and in fact, long before) posting Highway to You, I had so much planned out for this couple- their backstory, their deep bond and their future. and I think it’s perfect for a drabble/non-chronological series this installment is set before Highway to You, much nearer the start of their story. I will be making a masterlist for this series to put the timeline in order, rather than the order of posting, as I will put out parts whenever I have one. they may be from any point in this couple’s story! I predict it will be a lot of hurt/comfort, my poor babies<3 for now, enjoy the barely proof-read beginning of the expanded universe!

A buzzing stole Yoongi’s attention. He frowned around his mouthful, his next balanced on the chopsticks halfway to his mouth.

Dutifully pausing, he twisted his head to see his phone screen which lay beside his bowl. Illuminated on the screen was your name.

Now, he wouldn’t pick up for anyone. Not in the middle of dinner. But he had wondered what you had got up to when you stopped texting him earlier. You had seen each other earlier, texted on and off before your messages trailed to a stop…

He could call you back.

He lowered the chopsticks and reached for the phone.

His frown only deepened when he picked up to a strange quiet, rather than your cheery greeting. Pulling it closer to his ear, he caught a shaky exhale crackle from the speaker.

“Y/N?”

A couple more breaths fuzzed against his ear. They were shaky.

“Yoongi?”

And your voice was no better – Yoongi was already sitting straighter, bracing himself against something unfamiliar in your tone. You weren’t meant to sound like that. Those high notes in your voice had been extinguished.

“Yoongi?” you repeated, whispering but your voice still cracked. “Are you there?”

He had been too stunned into silence to respond, he realised.

You always sounded like you were smiling. Why did you sound so scared?

“I’m here,” he spoke past the sudden tightness of his throat. “What’s going on?”

“I…”

You trailed off, and Yoongi was leaning forward in his seat, spare hand gripping the edge of the table. Desperate to know, his breaths grew shorter despite the fact he was the one safely home over a nice dinner.

“Can you- can you come here?” you tried, wincing at your own words.

Yoongi was already on his feet.

“Are you at your place?”

He was grabbing a jacket, stuffing shoes on.

“Y-yeah.”

He had only been to yours when he walked you back, had never gone inside. Usually you both preferred to hang out elsewhere, and he hadn’t questioned it. At least it meant he knew where to get to you now.

“I’ll stay on the phone with you, okay? Do you want that?”

“Please,” you said, nearly a whimper.

Yoongi’s door slammed shut behind him, feet pounding to the stairway down his building. A moment after your words, a muffled crash sounded from his phone. His feet moved faster.

“What was that?”

Fumbling with his keys, he took too long unchaining his bike. The moment he got it free, he threw his leg over and pulled away without hesitation, looking carelessly over his shoulder as he entered the road.

The silence over his phone spoke too loudly.

“Y/N?” he called again, “you there? What was that noise?”

“I’m here…”

Just the words let Yoongi’s chest deflate, a fraction more focus returning to the road ahead of him.

“It’s my brother,” you spoke quietly.

It didn’t take long for the cogs in Yoongi’s head to turn around, click into an uncomfortable place.

“Did he- what’s he doing?”

A sick sort of feeling was climbing Yoongi’s insides, something dark lodging in the back of his mind. His feet pressed harder, pedalling with all his might.

When your voice returned in his ear, it was no more than a breath. He knew you must have the receiver pressed right against your mouth, could hear the way you cowered without seeing it.

“I can’t go out there. I’m… I’m in my room.”

“Stay there,” he told you, “the door’s locked?”

“Yes.”

“He can’t open it?”

“I-I don’t think so.”

“I’m almost there, hold on.”

And Yoongi willed his words into life. His legs burned as he finally pedalled down the final stretch to your road.

There was your block. Not bothering to chain his bike, he practically threw it aside without another thought – only to get to you. What he would find on the other side of your door, he didn’t know, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let you face that alone.

Feet hammering up the stairs, his breath was short as he pressed the phone to his cheek again.

“I’m almost there, I’m right outside.”

The reply he got was another series of loud crashes, crackling from his speakers and making him pull the phone from his ear. In the aftermath, a much quieter noise could be heard as it cleared. Short gasps from you.

Yoongi pulled himself around onto your floor at last, and the next crash that rang out could be heard through the door.

Though he had sprinted, he didn’t spare a moment for breath as he reached the door, instead raising his fist and beginning to hammer against the wood. Adrenaline fuelled his movements, chest heaving and phone still clutched tight in his other hand.

Noise from inside had ceased. Yoongi kept knocking.

Being in an area like this, your door was probably secure enough. He wasn’t sure he could kick down something this thick, but he was sure as hell going to try if he didn’t get an answer soon.

Hopefully your brother would think it was a neighbour, irritated at the noise. Maybe he would open up just to placate them. Maybe you could somehow get to the door? But he didn’t want you to take risks.

Before he need wonder any further, the solid surface beneath his fist suddenly gave way.

Exhaling sharply and stepping back on instinct, he was faced with a taller man blocking the doorframe. He blocked the way, an arm on both the doorframe and the door itself. But for all he was large, he was drunk.

Yoongi stepped forwards assertively, and the man made way for him without thinking.

“What are you-”

Yoongi ignored your brother, walking inside with purpose. Even if he didn’t know exactly where he was going from his brief ventures to your house, he wouldn’t let a hint of weakness give him away right now.

Crossing the kitchen, where he noted shards of broken glass and ceramic digging themselves into the bottom of his trainers, he was saved the trouble of having to find you.

Poking your head round the door, your wide eyes met Yoongi’s. Quickly they travelled to your brother behind him, the fear unmistakeable. You pulled your phone close to your chest, shrinking into yourself.

Your brother finally seemed to catch on.

“Who is this?” he thundered, question aimed at you.

Thumping steps sounded behind Yoongi, who was only just in time to beat him to your door, where he whirled around to block his way to you.

To his surprise, your brother didn’t stop when faced with an entire human as an obstacle. Yoongi found himself forced a step back, the slightly taller man’s eyes not even on him but glaring at where you stood behind him, even as he pushed against Yoongi’s chest.

“Yoongi!” you cried, and he longed to stop time and take the fear from your voice.

But time, of course, pressed on – and your brother tried to as well. At his back where he was pressed against your bedroom door, Yoongi felt you pushing bodily against it to keep him out.

“Who the fuck is this, Y/N?” he yelled, and for a moment it made you flinch, the pressure on the door waning behind Yoongi.

He focussed on holding his ground, getting your brother away from you.

From here, Yoongi could easily smell alcohol, much too strong on your brother’s booming breath when he yelled. It was vile, but it lent him one advantage of your brother’s somewhat lacking motor functions. And Yoongi knew he was stronger than he looked.

Bringing his arms up, Yoongi shoved him sharply away, quickly striding across the gap he created to muscle the bigger man further into the house. He was all gangly limbs, but they were useless and uncontrolled in his intoxication.

This didn’t stop him from trying, however. A hand swiped at his face, the other trying to grasp at his neck. For a terrifying moment, he succeeded, hand tightening with determination-

It only lasted a second, his foot hitting the sofa Yoongi had backed him into. Toppling over, he landed on the softer surface of the couch before crashing to the floor.

Though still conscious, he seemed shaken, or maybe intimidated enough to have given in.

Yoongi stood over him, chest heaving.

Some overwhelming cocktail of desperation to keep you safe and adrenaline from the scuffle thrummed through him. With a start, he realised where his fingers hovered over his pocket. He felt the knife against his leg, where he had tucked it earlier. Just in case.

He never wanted to use it in front of you if he could help it.

He forced a breath out, curling his itchy hand into a fist.

A shaky breath from behind him brought him back. Like a camera suddenly zooming out, he stepped back from your brother, the fight.

“Yoongi?”

Your voice was still a tight whisper, but it caught your brother’s attention quite clearly. His head lifted, lolling slightly but his eyes were searching.

“Come on,” Yoongi instructed, not turning his eyes from the threat just yet. He held an arm out behind him, gesturing for you to move across.

On quick feet, you finally left your room and crossed behind Yoongi, his arm still forming a barrier between you and your brother. With you safely nearing the door, Yoongi backed away too, each of you keeping your eyes on the man you left alone in the apartment.

Yoongi was the first to turn around. You felt cold as you watched your brother in the middle of the floor, surrounded by debris and eyes locked firmly back on you.

The door closed with a snap, Yoongi’s eyes trained searchingly on you. You blinked at the spot you had been staring at.

Hardly breathing, you turned your eyes up to Yoongi, disbelieving sadness painted there.

The moment he saw the shine swimming in your eyes, he stepped forwards and opened his arms without a second thought. Some pool of gravity opened between you, falling together and into his arms in the same surge.

No sound came from the apartment behind him, so Yoongi let you both breathe for a moment. He clutched you to him, relishing the feeling of your embrace and letting it cleanse the ugly memory of the body fighting against him moments before.

Your breath was falling against his neck, face pressing in to him. In kind, he tilted his head to tuck you under his chin.

Eyes pointed at the heavens, he breathed.

But the looming presence of the door behind him wouldn’t stop burning at his back. Resisting the urge to look over his shoulder, he loosened his grip, patting your shoulder.

Reluctantly, you took the cue.

Your walk home saw Yoongi pushing his bike, you at his side. He didn’t mention it, but he couldn’t help but notice the way your fingers twisted together.

“Wanna get on?” he asked, once you were a couple of streets away.

Your fingers paused. Pleased, he brought his gaze away from them and to your face. It was like you were blinking away that drawn, worried look that didn’t belong on your face. Instead, your surprise lent you something closer to the excitable hope that normally lived in your eyes.

“And leave you to walk?”

Yoongi couldn’t help the fond smile, knowing you would respond first by thinking of him.

“I’ve never tried riding with two people on one bike, but I reckon we could make it work,” he dared to give a small grin.

Starting to let your own smile slip in again, you gave a quiet giggle that made his heart swell, not realising how much he missed the sound.

So this was how you ended up approaching the bike, clumsily but surely balancing in front of Yoongi where he could put his arms either side of you and hold the handlebars. It didn’t prove to be any faster than walking, as the bike wobbled when he tried to push off, and only one foot would make it to a pedal before he was forced to abort, your own legs hovering unsteadily at each side in your feeble attempts to balance.

He had never done this for efficiency, though. All that mattered was your laugh, breathless and nonstop from the wild careening of the bike.

Falling back against his chest, you eventually had to admit defeat.

As it turned out, it was much easier for you to perch on the back, wrap your arms around Yoongi’s waist and tuck your head into his neck while balancing your feet on the wheel hub.

Now, the dark and bare streets went by a little quicker, but it was almost a shame. Yoongi didn’t want to cut short this contact, every wobble eliciting a nervous giggle from you the drifted right below his ear, warming his neck and raising goosebumps.

To his relief, you stood close even when you arrived and he was locking his bike back up. It was a minor miracle it hadn’t been snatched while he had left it like that.

Up the stairs and to his own place, you still hovered. What he would have once considered annoyingly close was now far too much distance. When had that happened?

Now, he understood your clinginess as far more than the naïve girl trailing after a friend she thought she had made (the fact he had become one was beside the point). After what he had just walked in on, he would never shake off your want to be close to him.

His half-eaten meal sat on the table still. You stopped when you saw it, drawing his attention. A small frown was once again etching itself on your brow, piecing together the dots. But if you thought his dinner was more important that getting you away from that hellhole, you were crazy.

A little clumsily, he swung a hand to brush against yours, pulling your eyes from the table.

“I’ll heat up some more.”

Yoongi didn’t object to you hooking your chin over his shoulder as you both watched the old microwave spin, lit by the dim orange inside.

Although you were still a bit too quiet, you seemed content enough once the two of you were piled under blankets on his couch and cupping bowls of soup. Yoongi watched as you began to smile into your meal at all the right parts of the film. Scoffed and grumbled without any real fight when you stretched your feet over his lap.

“Why bother with five star restaurants when you have Yoongi?” you chirped as you set your empty dish down. He didn’t shy away as you cuddled up to his side, putting your head on his shoulder with smiling eyes looking up at him.

But he did snark back, “I couldn’t bother with a five star restaurant if I wanted to.”

“See!” your cheery tone had resurfaced, “you’re tastier and more cost-effective.”

It was useless to argue with such an unrelenting determination to see the bright side. But why would he? He never wanted your world to grow dark.

Metaphorically, anyway.

He knew you were dozing on his shoulder as the film drew on, so he eased you up. Both of you needed to sleep.

In the yellow bathroom light, you brushed your teeth and he wiped your face. He needed to wash away the stains lining your eyes, wanting forget that they had ever known tears. It was easy enough, with the sleepy way you smiled at him, patient as he focussed on wiping your cheeks with the towel.

He lowered it, looking you over. His expression was restrained, all too serious, but he didn’t think he could let through the feelings that were suddenly choking him.

“Good enough,” he said gruffly, forcing his eyes away and leaving the bathroom.

You sighed with a small smile before following. He offered you some loose clothes, then turned around to let you change and slide into bed. He followed you, face still stone except those discerning eyes on you.

He had often looked at you this way, taking diligent care. But hiding. He would smile easily enough, but other times you knew there was something he just wasn’t letting out.

But you were too tired to think about anything much.

It was just Yoongi’s way of being. And here was yours. You shuffled your way closer to him, and he accepted it wordlessly, shifting an arm until you had settled comfortably, then dropping it loosely on top of the covers where they hugged your form.

You were first to fall asleep.

Tucked under his arm, he watched you carefully. Sleep erased all traces of the day’s worries, all the fear he had never wanted to see there.

For the moment, with the two of you curled together under the same covers, neither had to think about tomorrow. For now, you were safe. Secure enough to drift away at last, no thought as to when the tide would bring you back in and spit you into the world again.

Yoongi clutched you tighter. He wanted to shelter you here for as long as you might need it. Keep your eyes free of worry.

Your light was a rare one. Seeing it dim or shatter, that was something he just couldn’t face.

He couldn’t say when this had happened. But with you lying beside him, your even breaths mingling in the air, it felt as if you were right where you belonged.

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riaarivic · 1 year

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HATE 6: BABOOSHKA (M) I MYG x F!reader

🌙 Pairings YoongixReader

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI

And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death

🌙 Warnings For this chapter: mentions of death, drugs and vioence, foul language, mentions of organized crime. I do not condone any of my characters actions: This is purely a work of fictions. You have been warned.

🌙 Chapter wordcount 4.1k

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HATE 6: BABOOSHKA (M) I MYG x F!reader

"So she arranged a place to go. To see. If he. Would fall for her incognito"

Seven Moons Mansion, Seoul, South Korea

You sighed in relief when you heard Jin say that Suga had left in the morning to oversee a gun shipment that was going to be sent from Russia and probably wouldn't be back for days.

The six remaining brothers ate breakfast together in the dining room. The walls were painted a deep shade of burgundy, with framed black and white photos of the Clan's story hanging.

You could also see some pictures of them scattered on the walls. It would be really cute if you weren’t also looking at the young faces of Asia’s Most wanted criminals.

On the table, there are several dishes of traditional Korean cuisine, including kimchi, bulgogi, and bibimbap all made for you by a private chef. The dishes are arranged on black ceramic plates, with elegant chopsticks and small bowls of dipping sauces placed alongside them. In one corner of the room, there is a small bar, stocked with a variety of top-shelf liquors and a few bottles of Soju…

All the details you rather think about to prevent your mind from remembering last night.

You were absolutely not going to think about how good his fingers felt on your skin.

Or how good he made you feel with his…

Oh, fuck.

The Lieutenant would be so proud of you that she would personally take charge of shooting you.

That if she found out...

Something that wasn't going to happen, because there was no way that you’ll write on the report that you fucked one of the mission's main targets on your second night in Korea. Your common sense had decided to fly off to Fiji for a permanent vacation the moment Suga kissed you.

Or did you kiss him?

Shit.

You knew that you were acting like a rookie

But you had to kiss him even if you did it just once. You had to know how his lips would feel on yours, his hands on your body.

You just had to know...

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It was 3AM in the morning when you woke up, bodies tangled on his bed, it just felt so right and so absolutely wrong and out of place. Suga was still sleeping, breathing slowly like he didn’t have a care in the world. You rose from the bed and left the dark bed sheets fall from your body.

You felt like a teenager in college about to walk the walk of shame for the first time.

But instead of the hormone-filled hallways of the mid western university you attended and could only stand for a month. You were about to do that same walk of shame on the dark hallways of a 20 Bedroom Mansion in the outskirts of South Korea.

You swear it would be the last time you'd done something like that.

Right?

Did you mention those rooms were also filled with blood thirsty criminals?

Your mind stopped wandering for a second when you heard heavy footsteps walking towards Suga’s bedroom.

He told you no one went to that side of the house.

Did He lie?

Because someone was getting closer to the very much open door.

You had to get out of there.

And you had to get out fast.

You turned around to see Suga awake and wide eyed looking at you half dressed. You didn’t need to say it to each other, you both knew if someone saw you there you were both dead. He motioned for you to stay right where you were standing next to the bed, so he could peek into the hallway.

But you couldn't wait and risk someone seeing you like this, what were you going to say? What were they reading poetry Half naked? Or that you had a spider under your skirt and he tried to kill it by taking all of your clothes and his clothes off?

Well, he kind of did that.

The point is that if you said you weren't doing what you seemed to be doing. No one was going to believe you.

Because you were doing exactly what you seemed to be doing.

So you did the only logical thing you could think of at the time.

If the door wasn't an option...

You were going to jump off the balcony and into the gardens on the first floor.

It wouldn't be the first time you'd done something like that.

So you did.

You fell on heavily your feet and did not quite lose your balance. When you looked up you could see the face of panic and astonishment with which Suga was looking at you from his balcony. He definitely didn't expect you to do something like that.

You brushed the dust off your knees and continued walking towards your bedroom. As you went up to the second floor, you managed to see a tall figure entering the darkness of the corridors of the west wing of the mansion.

The moonlight hit his face for just a second and in that moment you could clearly see who it was...

What is Kim Namjoon doing outside at this time of night?

Although it was dark, you could also see that his shirt was stained with blood and for a second you were tempted to follow him to find out more, but it had been too much adrenaline for one night.

And you really didn't want to get caught.

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“Miss Nari, did you sleep well?” the voice of a smiling Jimin brought you out of your thoughts from the other side of the table.

“I don't think she did. I mean, she couldn’t have if she was walking around the house at 3AM in the morning” Taehyung replied, staring at you right next to his brother.

He saw you...

Everybody else on that table wasn't really paying attention to Taehyung but he kept going at you like he was on a mission “But what I don't understand is why use the windows as an exit. You do know that Suga-Hyung's door is always open, right miss Nari?” the blue-haired man shrugged his shoulders with a giggle and you looked at him with panic on your face.

Hearing that, Jin choked on the rice he had just put in his mouth and Jhope was about to spit out his toast with egg and jam.

The whole table was now looking at you in surprise.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Everyone except Namjoon, who let out an incredulous laugh “Taehyung, don't tell me you're trying the merchandise again. To think that Miss Nari would be jumping out of the windows of the house is so ridiculous that it is disrespectful. Apologize to her.” he said the last thing as an order, the deep dragon eyes of the clan’s right hand were undoubtedly one of the most intimidating things you had ever seen.

Taehyung immediately understood his older brother's tone and swallowed thickly “I'm sorry, Miss Nari. It was just a joke” he looked at you with a bored expression.

This guy definitely hated you and for no reason.

"Don't worry, it's okay" you replied trying to smile at him and continued eating your breakfast as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

The rest of the meal was spent in complete silence, which made most of them quite uncomfortable.

“Princess Nari, you must be excited today, your formal work within the clan begins” Jhope was the first to dare to speak “You will go with Namjoon and Jin to some boring meetings at the office. But tonight will be so exciting at the club. It has been very long since the last time we were all together having fun”

Ah yes, the Club.

Serendipity was the most exclusive club in all of Seoul. It was no surprise it belonged in the hands of the clan and was managed by none other than Park Jimin.

If you want to spend an exciting night in the city you just had to look for him.

“Every night in my club is entertaining, Hobi-hyung, you know very well about that” the blond glanced at his brother “but it will be much more fun if we can all be there, Jin-hyung hasn't been there for a long time. Maybe it’s time to dust off those terrible dance steps” now everyone was laughing out loud as Jin yelled at the youngest.

You had only known them for a short time, but you were surprised by the family warmth they all had when they were together. Right now inside the privacy of their home they didn't look like criminals. Sometimes when they were like that they really did look like a bunch of brothers.

That almost made you smile.

Before you remembered that each and every one of those men had blood on their hands.

None of them were innocent.

And each and every one them had to pay for their crimes.

“Excuse me, I'm going to get ready to go to the office. See you tonight guys” You made a small bow ready to leave the dining hall, when someone grabbed your arm from behind.

“Allow me to go with you, Miss Nari, I would like to speak with you for a second” Namjoon was right next to you without giving you time to say anything else, taking you by the arm and out of the dining room.

Namjoon looked around and with large steps led you to a corridor that was completely empty to push you against a wall. You could see an emotion in his eyes that you could not decipher “I don't want to have to tell you this again, but whatever you were doing last night. Will not happen again. Are we clear?” The voice of the young leader was deep almost like a growl coming from his chest and you could only nod.

He had seen you too.

“I don't know what stupid fantasy my idiot brother has made you believe. But Miss Nari” he let out a little exasperated sigh “He's not a person, he's a monster, for your own good stay away from him. Everything Suga touches, he destroys. Believe me he is not good for you”

Are you jealous, Kim Namjoon? you raised an eyebrow at the tought.

“And you are, Namjoon? I mean, are you good for me?” Finding your voice again, you shot the question with an expression as cold as ice. That took the man by surprise “And to be honest with you, Namjoon. I really don't know what you're talking about. Because I definitely wasn't the one who was sneaking away in the halls with a bloody shirt. That was you.” he opened his eyes in surprise and you continued "I get it, you're a gangster. You were probably giving someone a one way ticket to their next life. But you looked kind of nervous last night. So if you ask me, I don't think you were doing Right Hand ganster business. Am I wrong?"

If he had seen you, you also saw him.

And you knew you were walking a thin line before falling off the cliff.

Namjoon set his jaw and tightened his grip on your arm “You are playing with fire Lee Nari and let me tell you something… andyou are about. To. Get. Burnt” He bit every word of that sentence, making himself very clear that he was threatening you.

“So how is it? I must be afraid of Suga but not of you, even though you're hurting my arm and you just threatened me” although you and Namjoon were impossibly close, you took a step closer to be able to whisper in his ear. Yes, you were playing with fire. But what the right hand didn't know is that you really liked the burn “As see it, we both didn't see anything last night because neither of us were where we were.”

He was listening carefully to your words while drowning you with his gaze. You knew he was waiting for you to continue “I also remember that I told you to call me by my name. Because we're friends right, Namjoon? We are together in this” You say stepping away from him and releasing yourself from the man's grasp in a single movement “I'm going up to get ready for today, I understand that your father wants you to show me the offices. See you in a bit, Namjoon. I am really looking forward to getting to know eachother more” you said with a smile and a wink before turning to walk to your bedroom.

Namjoon chuckled, stupefied.

It was actually funny to him.

No one had ever dared to challenge him like that. Not his own brothers, not even Jin who was two years older than him had the nerve to talk to him like that.

And after that moment you became a fun game that this man was willing to play.

Because for Kim Namjoon there was no one who would not bow down to his power.

It would be fun for him to tame this little brat.

After all, he was used to having everything he wanted.

He would be the heir to the clan.

And you would be his.

He was going to make sure of that personally.

Even if he had to get his hands dirty.

Again.

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BH Group Headquarters, Gangnam, Seoul, South Korea.

The luxurious office is situated on the top floor of the towering skyscraper that belongs solely to the BH Group, The Seven Moon’s legal business front. The elevator doors open up to a spacious and sophisticated reception area, decorated with marble floors, plush velvet sofas, and a cascading waterfall feature.

Namjoon, ushered you into a private elevator reserved for the clan's top executives. As the elevator ascends, you catch glimpses of the sprawling cityscape through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It was beautiful.

We’re not in Kansas anymore, you thought, feeling impressed by the opulence of the office and the power that comes with it.

But as you look around the lavish office, you can't shake the feeling that you were being watched.

That you were in danger.

But this was what you came here to do.

Looking at your surroundings, everything seemed normal, mundane. You had to be a member of the mafia, or an undercover INTERPOL agent, to realize what was really going on behind the incessant noise of photocopiers and constant clicking in every cubicle.

Only a highly trained eye could tell that some of the employees weren't really working, they were just pretending to.

If you looked closely enough, you could see the fact that some of those employees were wearing far too many items of clothing, as if they were trying to hide a clan mark or tattoo.

But Jhope was right, for the rest of the day you were totally bored.

The unnecessarily formal presentations and spending the entire afternoon listening to bootlicking executives presenting their departments. All while you just had to smile and look pretty.

The perfect, educated heiress.

This day had completely drained your energy.

“Miss Nari, this is Grace Rogers, she also comes from America and will be your assistant from today” Namjoon's deep voice made you come out of your trance, he took your hand to take you to an office at the end of the hall.

Inside it was a petite blonde typing rapidly on her computer while talking on the phone with perfect Korean pronunciation.

Wow, to think that I can hardly pass myself off as a native.

The woman stopped everything she was doing when she realized the presence of the new arrivals. Taking a good look at her, you thought she might be on the cover of a fashion magazine, dressed in a distinctly designer navy blue suit that matched her eyes.

She was tiny, the amount of papers, folders and screens almost did not let you see her on the other side of the desk. But when she smiled she had an aura that covered the entire room. Grace Rogers had an air of confidence, like a woman who's used to swimming with sharks.

But what caught your attention about the woman was the amount of gold she was carrying. Rings, earrings and at least three chains.

You have seen that before.

But couldn’t remember where.

And before you knew it Grace was hugging you too enthusiastically.

“A pleasure to meet you Miss Lee, I'm at your service for whatever you need” That's when you noticed a small detail, behind her effusive greeting and even bigger smile was a slight Slavic accent.

Polish?

No.

Russia?

Maybe.

Namjoon looked at the blonde as if he was already used to her behavior “Grace will be at your disposal for everything you need. And she will accompany you in some of your family tasks. Also she will make sure that you adapt perfectly to your new life with us” he emphasized in the last two words.

“Of course! I hope we will be great friends from now on. These boys are too all work, no play.” It was almost imperceptible but it was there, that accent. You narrowed your eyes a little but returned the greeting with a short curtsy.

"Likewise, it's a pleasure for me too, Grace. Call me Nari, please" He told her and the blonde winked at her.

"It's a fact, Nari. By the way, I love that Chanel dress, that white lily tone reminds me of one that I bought two summers ago in the south of France” Her entire expression said complicity, there was something else in her words but you weren't sure what.

Unless…

The hell? you thought, your dress was definitely not white.

It was lilac.

Wait a minute, white lilies in the south of France?

Oh...

Oh shit.

Blue-eyed blonde.

Russian.

Her name is not Grace Rogers.

This woman was Anya Drozdov.

Your second informant.

Anya works for Interpol.

And sje just told you the code phrase to identify her.

Oh shit, really.

You gave her a wide smile now, letting her know that you understood.

Namjoon looked confused at the exchange between the two of you but before he could say anything Seokjin joined you.

“Namjoon they are waiting for us in the meeting room, father wants to discuss something important” Jin stopped in front of the three of them in the office corridor “Oh, Hi Grace, do you think you can take over from here?”

“Of course, boss, I'm sure Miss Lee, sorry Nari must not have had lunch. Also, I'm sure you haven't taken her for a tour of Seoul yet” Her accent had completely disappeared, Anya had realized that you also recognized her.

“Is it okay with you, Miss Nari?” Namjoon asked feeling unsure

“Yes, I'm starving.” you gave him a little smile “and I would also like to visit Seoul. It is been a while since the last time I came here”

"Perfect then. Grace, please take her shopping for a dress for tonight. I would have loved to do it myself, but my father doesn't like us making him wait.” Namjoon took out his black credit card from his wallet and gave it to you with a wink “See you later, Miss Nari.” You heard Jin chuckle behind him and tried not to roll your eyes, amused that the Right Hand believed that his rich boy bad boy technique was going to work for you.

Two can play that game.

“Oh I’ll make sure to get something especially pretty for tonight” you said the last two words without breaking eye contact with the Right Hand “See you later, Namjoon, Jin-ssi” you could see the gears on Namjoon’s mind turning when you gave him the most innocent smile you could ever fake.

It actually made your stomach cringe.

He really is into the innocent kind.

Gross.

"And try not to cause too much trouble, Rogers." Namjoon added before getting lost as he crossed the corner of the hallway not even looking back at you. Jin was right behind him with an amused grin as he witnessed his brother get all flustered by a mere smile.

To think they were both going up to interrogate and possibly torture an informant in his father’s office. But yeah, there goes Namjoon giggling like a schoolgirl.

When Anya and you were alone again she started to walk towards the employee elevator. You noticed that you were surrounded by an army of bodyguards, all dressed in tailored suits and sporting earpieces all following “The Boss’s orders” and you couldn’t help but wonder which one. “I'm going to take you to a Korean food place that I'm sure you'll like and then we're going to…”

Once you got in the elevator the bodyguard army let you ride alone and you took the chance to greet Anya in Russian “It has been a while, right?” you interrupted the short woman and she shot you a serious look, hardening her expression and stopping her smile for the first time since you had met her.

“Not here, Princess Nari” she looked up at the surveillance camera on the corner of the elevator above you. They didn’t have one in the first one you got on. Maybe the top executives of BH really didn’t want to be seen entering the building. “The driver and your bodyguards are waiting for us in the parking lot” she continued speaking in Korean and gave you a big smile again.

Not here...

Princess Nari.

Why would she call you that?

This day was definitely getting a lot more interesting.

The elevator doors opened and you stepped out into the parking lot where three men were waiting for them in front of a black Lincoln SUV. In that moment you knew two things: one the car was heavily armored and the bodyguards would leave you alone for long enough to talk.

Meanwhile Anya chattered non-stop on the way to the restaurant and kept talking all through the meal. Mentioning completely trivial facts like her favorite Korean food, her opinion on New York Fashion Week, even why in her opinion MARVEL was ruining their own superhero movies.

You knew what Anya was doing, she was tiring the bodyguards with all the chatter that could go through her head.

She was making them drop their guard and stop listening to their conversation.

It was necessary, but it didn't make it any less insufferable.

By the time you got to the Boutique none of the bodyguards could hear another word. Now you could finally talk about what was important. All the information that Anya had collected so that you could fulfill her mission.

That was Anya's specialty.

She went from one personality to another, with the same ease that a chameleon could change colors. That made it the perfect element to adapt to any situation.

She could pose as any role assigned to her by headquarters.

An American woman working as the director of public relations at a Korean multinational? It was a perfect identity for her.

She's an expert at playing the role of a high-powered executive, attending meetings and making deals with ease. But beneath the surface, she's always alert and ready to act at a moment's notice.

Always carrying a concealed gun.

You know, if you’re always ready… you don’t have to get ready.

Anya is the type of girl you do not fuck with.

She had been there for a year and had already earned the trust of the two young leaders in charge of the BH group. Even Namjoon considered her a friend.

Anya was famous at the training center for her skills.

But despite her ability to go undercover and her chameleonic personality. Anya was loyal in every sense of the word, she cared for her loved ones like no one else and had a special kink for revenge when someone tried to hurt them.

That was perhaps because Anya had also grown up in crime.

She was the daughter of a Russian mafia boss who had been imprisoned a few years ago in an Interpol maximum security prison and her mother had been kidnapped and sold on the skin market.

That completely destroyed her.

That's why she vowed never to get involved with a clan again.

Some old habits take a little longer to break than others, and her skills were of great use to Interpol's organized crime unit. So here you were: both agents, in an exclusive boutique in Seoul buying an evening dress that would bring down even the strongest of the men of that clan.

“Hello, welcome to our boutique. '' They were greeted by a strikingly beautiful woman in her late twenties with long, dark hair, piercing eyes and a pointy nose that you thought you had seen before.

“Nari, This is Jung Garam, she is the owner of this boutique and my roommate”

The woman gave you a little bow before introducing herself “It's a pleasure to meet you. Miss Lee, we were waiting for the arrival of the princess of our clan”

Princess.

There was that name again.

That's when you saw it.

A small tattoo of a Moon covered by clouds that adorned Anya’s wrist.

Pointing out the oath of allegiance she had taken.

The symbol of the Seven Moons.

Anya had sworn allegiance to the clan.

But why?

Princess Nari.

You knew you had heard someone call you that before.

Oh fuck

Anya what were you thinking?

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