#ugh this story is gonna be delicious with its angst trust me

[chateautae]

I sorta want to see some more angst between Jungkook x oc

Hellooo, dw there's gonna be more angst coming up anon! (Like so much, I think at times you guys are going to genuinely hate me for the amount of angst LMAO). I did want to note that I did get a few asks requesting more resentment, angst and rivalry between jungkook and his beau and I wanted to assure you all, it's coming guys! the story's just marinating for now :)

[demyrie]

On the Resourcefulness, Intelligence and Grit of Fic Writers

My beta and starmate @rainbowstarbird and I have been writing fic since we were preteens. I specifically remember straining, in my seat, toward my screen and my 13th birthday so that I could Very Legally sign up for ff/net. Wild, right?

We are also students of narrative, specifically radical queer storytelling. One of our favorite things to do is go on errands (we’re old be quiet) and just brainstorm ideas with characters we love where they share our identities and struggles and do things we need or want to see. Or just ... get kinda horny, as today.

Rae exclaimed at some poor driving on our way to the house and accidentally said “room for two” and our brains went south, toward the double penetration line of thinking. We laughed, and laughed, and then Rae shrieks MAKE IT A PORN, GO and thus began the game.

Me: uhhh uhhh uhhh OH OH okay so, it’s!!! a bed and breakfast!!! and the hot married owners court and seduce a guest and DP them! ROOM!! FOR!!! TWO!!! it works on both levels!

Rae: Aaaaaaaa someone hasn’t made this a porn yet?! make it a fic!

and we did.

Me: oh shit who’s an OT3 we can play with?

Rae: WHITE COLLAR 

(for those who don’t know, White Collar is a delicious drama action procedural show where a white collar FBI agent, Peter, teams up with one of the greatest con men ever. A con man he’s tailed for YEARS, by the way, that HE put in jail, and together they solve art crimes and slowly rehabilitate Neal. Peter is amazing, soft soulful masculinity to a t, and has a very frank, beautiful, nurturing wife named Elle who is also amazing and Neal has never belonged anywhere and there is a LOT of tension as Neal edges closer and closer to letting himself be loved but then NOPES out to return to his scammer ways. The cast joked about a threesome. It’s heavy. Both Peter and Elle would do anything for Neal, and struggle with his inability to believe he’s worth love. Its. Ugh.)

Me: YES!!! SO!!! to theme, it would have to be married couple Peter and Elle running a cute little Bed and Breakfast that Neal stumbles upon and then he gets fuuuuuuuuucked

Rae: But I want peter to be a FBI agent?? Who is he, if not a lawman?

Me: AH! RETIRED cop/FBI agent peter, swayed into peaceful AND swanky bed and breakfast life by his canonically talented event designer wife Elle in the hopes of giving him some calm and space to come to grips with himself

Rae: YES! AS HE DEALS WITH HIS PTSD. his career took a slightly darker turn -- we can take one of the harder cases and imagine how it would have gone without Neal and how it would have shook him -- and necessitated a retirement from the field.

Me: and Neal is very off his track. He broke up with whatserface. Maybe he just got out of prison, or narrowly squirmed out of it after one of his art blackmail schemes went south. He doesn’t know whether he wants to go back to crime/art forgery, but he’s out of money and out of ideas and he pulls up at this small unassuming (BUT VERY TASTEFUL) bed and breakfast and immediately tries to scam Elle with a fake credit card to stay the night. 

Rae: Yes, he’s charming, but he’s off his game due to the recent upset and fumbles the delivery. Peter scents it immediately, being a cop, but Elle takes pity on him and just says honey let it be. Maybe he’s having some trouble. She’s so nurturing, and says ‘remember what we talked about in therapy, Pete?’ and frames it as letting go of hypervigilance, and being more centered like they’re learning in therapy. Because they need therapy. And the idea of a sexy older established couple openly talking and communicating to deal with their pain but also their boundaries is amazing. But also it’s hilarious how it becomes “Neal is a walking test of Peter’s ability to Calm Down” because Elle leverages it like REMEMBER? THERAPY? and Peter stomps off flustered and lets her get her way just like in the show

Me: yes and so they get attached to poor lost Neal, and extend and extend his stay night after night while he figures things out. so of course everyone gets to talking. Peter feels his Old Buried Gay Feelings awakening with such a beautiful guy hangin out, bein’ all charming and sweet -- which is an opportunity to bring up the “remember what we talked about in therapy?” line in a different context, a la dealing with neglected parts of ourselves and not just “problem” parts of ourselves to create a WHOLE self -- and Elle spots it from a mile away, as well as Neal crushing right back but being on his best behavior with this awesome couple just sorta letting him live with them. 

Rae: YES, like, he doesn’t want to mess this up, and he’s also not used to ... being good. Behaving. Or ... being trusted. All of this is fucking him up on a lot of levels, bringing him face to face with his hollow conceptions of self-worth, and it’s delicious. They LOVE HIM. and there’s so much angst about him dying to confess that he never really had the money to stay here in the first place, that he tried to scam them, as a metaphor for his intrinsic worthlessness.

Me: yes. they love him. And then they love him. At the same time. DP. Room for two.

[screams, high-fives, then contented silence. horny, contended silence]

Rae: But wait. ... it’s ... DP?

Me: *shrugs* Elle gives the strap. You know she does.

Rae: holy shit she do. DONE ITS A THING WE MADE A THING WOOOOOO

SO!

This is why fanfiction is magic. We took these characters and fit them to a cheap porn scenario just for the hell of it, and yet its much more than a scenario, and so much more than fitting a square peg into a round hole. It’s about the characters interacting AROUND AND WITHIN the scenario, the way all of their problems and complexes interlock in the new setting or AU, which enriches the scene and lends it emotional weight and momentum. It’s that amazing quote about “i don’t want porn in my LOTR, but LOTR in my porn”, but obviously it doesn’t always have to be an explicit scenario to reflect this amazing ability to ADAPT, IMPROVISE, AND OVERCOME in order to create incredible content!

Fanfiction is about learning identities and ways of being. Fanfiction requires a top view of characterization and a grasp of narrative flow: The important components of a character, and how many parts you can tweak or change and it Still Be the Character. It delves into those weird grey areas where you see THOUSANDS of different iterations of a character and some of them hit the spot, and some don’t, and we learn what we like. What we value, personally, and in these characters, as well as how OTHER people see traits that become HCs that let us learn about those populations, like a prevailing hc that someone is trans, or deaf, or nonbinary, or a spoonie, or etc etc etc and our world view gets a little wider, a little richer, and a little more empathetic.

It also means understanding the tiers of characterization, like what are defining traits versus secondary traits, and thus what (environmental) aspects you can change to bring out secondary character traits but still retain the core of the character while exploring material never approached in the show, just because you want to. Because you see something of yourself in this character and want to SEE YOURSELF in this character. It is amazing. IT IS AMAZING.

Yes, fanfic is the ultimate sandbox for “for the sake of” fantasies/stories and part of the transformative value is there’s no real NEED to adhere to characterization. There’s no pressure. We can go wild. It’s a blank slate, IT’S WHATEVER, but I think we consistently underestimate how fanfiction itself is an adaptive and analytical gladiator-ring-slash-orgy that we can emerge from MASTERS of characterization, exploration and expression, and just about every day is a study of What We Like and What We Want to See. Even, or especially, if the higher ups aren’t gonna give it to us off the cuff.

It’s amazing. Fic is amazing. I dunno. I’m just super happy with this thing we do.

So if you’re feeling weird about that fic you want to write, don’t. Just do it!

Rae and I are gonna make a podcast where we talk about this stuff. I’m excited. You in? :)

[btsinspirationtakesme]

Roses In Thorns

Summary

Being apart of the countries greatest mafia families had its problems; enemies grew from every thorn and you were one of the greatest roses to target. 

You didn’t expect the greatest thorn to prick you to be he who was assigned to protect you- Jeon Jungkook. 

Genre: Angst, (the good type), fluff, future smut in story line. 

BodyguardJungkook, Mafia

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

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Part 2

Part 1- YN POV

“Can you get down?” Taehyung asked, holding the ladder for you steady. You were worried you were going to fall flat on your ass, but it didn’t matter at this moment. You just wanted to get down out of sight and to Emily’s party. You didn’t drug your bodyguard for nothing. 

“Hold on, I’m jumping!” You braced yourself as you stuck your legs out from the ladder and jumped. Luckily, Taehyung caught you.

“Awh Tae, such a ladies man.” You winked cockily as you were set down. You brushed your dress off, happy everything was left in tact and snaked your arm around Taehyung’s. 

“Aren’t I amazing Taehyung, could you do that?” You asked, smirking. 

Taehyung was the boy next door who you grew up with. Your parents both worked in the same…business. Taehyung and you got each other, you had each others backs in times like these. All you really wanted to do was just go out and have some fun, but being apart of the countries greatest mafia families had its problems: enemies grew from every thorn, and you were one of the greatest roses to target. 

You were from a family that had been in this business since 1809 when the opium trade was rife. Your family had a series of alliances with the British, jotted somewhere in the history books as one of your ancestors amassed fortunes spanning Asia. Over time, enemies had grown in great numbers and they targeted those close to the current head of the entire family. Three years ago, your father was given the role of head and you were on the list of most targeted people in Korea, if not South East Asia. 

“I’ve been given more freedom than you Y/N and you know that.” Taehyung said, taking you to the car he had parked.

Snapping out of your heritage thoughts, you figured Taehyung was right. Some things never changed, including how conservative the people in your world could be to their daughters. Tae, while restricted had the freedom to go out and live his life like any normal 21 year old could; provided he had a gun tucked away under his pocket and security detail following him not far off. 

You on the other hand, were expected to be a rose in a steel glass cage. Sheltered, monitored, protected, guarded- you name every protectionate word and you were supposed to be the object of its affection. 

“These gender expectations irk me you know. Promise you’ll never do that to your daughter Taehyung.” You said, hoping your best friend would never be over bearing as your father and uncles.

“Never. It’s a free world ma cherie.” Taehyung smiled, a hand over your shoulders as he gave the instructions to his driver on where to go. 

“I hope Sir Y/N/F/N is okay with this. I really don’t want to get in trouble for taking you two out without permission.” Taehyung’s driver subtly warned. 

You hid your smile. 

“I won’t have anyone taking the blame for my mistakes, besides- appa needs to learn how to live a little.” You said, hoping the driver didn’t do anything rash like call your dad. 

You saw his eyebrows rise and then a sense of defeat going down as he proceeded to drive.

“What did you do to your body guard this time?” Taehyung asked, scrolling through his instagram as his other arm still rested on your shoulders. 

“I made him a cup of coffee, spiked it and then stuffed a sock in his mouth before getting ready.” You said casually, twirling his fingers that were hanging just off your shoulder. 

“Well it’s a step up from locking them in the food cupboard.” Taehyung admitted, reminding you of your weakest performance getting rid of a bodyguard. 

“I wish appa would just give up, y’know. I’m too smart for the doofs he hires.” You said, lying your head back on Taehyung’s arm. 

“You know, Y/N you really do have enemies. People would love to see nothing more than your dads little pride and joy deflowered and tortured before his very eyes.” Taehyung said, giving you a knowing glare.

“Then why’d you take me out if you’re on his side?” You said, shoving his arm away.

“I knew if i said no, you’d go out anyway and then no one who cares about you would know where you were.” He said in the most calmest voice, like it was the obvious thing to do. 

“No, no, no. That’s- you’re supposed to be on my side, Tae.” You said, annoyed Taehyung was taking you to Emily’s because he didn’t trust you. It seemed like no body trusted you around here. 

“I am on your side, but I’m not stupid. People really want to see you dead, Y/N.I get that your security details can get over bearing, but they’re really just looking out for you.” 

You rolled your eyes.

“Save it, Taehyung. You’ve got your own motives too. You’re probably just trying to get into my pants.” You said as the car halted in front of Emily’s house. You shook Taehyung’s arm off and got out the door the driver had opened for you. 

You smiled at him. ‘Thanks Ajusshi, I owe you.” 

You strutted inside, ignoring Taehyung’s calls to wait up for him. Taehyung, the boy you grew up with but also the boy that was your first kiss. Taehyung, who probably put on the I’ll-take-you-to-Emily’s- act because he knew there could be something in it for him.

Kim Taehyung, son of the other oldest mafia groups- like his father, known for his sweet talk but ulterior motives. 

You weren’t going to be anyones pawn. You weren’t a girl made of glass. 

“You made it, thank goodness I thought we’d have to sneak up and get you out!” You found Emily, the hostess of the party. She was one of your closest friends from boarding school and her mother was a hacker. You were both introduced when you were young whilst your parents went on their business trips. 

Her eccentric attitude was infectious. 

“I wouldn’t miss it, this is the fifth time I’ve managed to get out without being busted. I’m a pro at this now.” You said, as you took a flute of champagne from the waiter who had just passed you. 

“She won’t be a pro any longer if she keeps this up.” Taehyung said from behind, joining you and Emily now.

“T-Taehyung. I didn’t know you’d show up.” You knew that face, Emily had always had a crush on Taehyung. Recently it had gotten worse, and you hoped they’d hit it off soon. Taehyung was a hopeless puppy set on someone closer to his home though.

You sighed. You couldn’t deal with this much emotion. 

“I’m gonna get something else to drink, who else wants some?” You asked, ignoring Taehyung’s warning look. 

“Me!” Emily yelled as you already started turning on your heel. 

The music had risen a few beats up, bodies were swaying to the rhythm as you slithered in an out. You paused every few moments to get lost in the music yourself. Ah, you felt good. You felt free.  

A small part of you inside still had that delicious feeling: rebelliousness. 

“Enjoying yourself there princess?” A cool voice set the hairs on the back of your neck at edge as you filled the punch in your cup mid way through.  

You slowly turned towards the voice, which was closer to your body than you had thought. 

“I hope you wouldn’t mind pouring me a glass.” He smiled a breathtaking smile. Soft dark hair touched the tip of his eyebrows, with warm brown eyes and a gifted face. You were cross torn between saying if he looked angelic or sinful. It was somewhere in between. 

The suit he wore hinted more sin, but the smile on his face was angelic. 

“I need a name first for that kind of service.” You tilted your head, a smirk on your own face as you met his eyes that were boring into yours.

“J. Just call me J.” He said, closing in on you as he put his hands on both sides of the bunch table you were now back against. 

Daring, you thought.

You acted unfazed, turning your back which was now right against him and poured him a glass of punch. Slowly, you turned back against him to face him with an innocent smile on your face.

“Thanks. I’m parched.” He said, backing away as you felt his member come alive against you. 

Make your move Y/N, make your move you said as you pep talked yourself. You wanted him. 

You really wanted him. 

You watched the way he drunk the glass of refreshment in one go, veins straining out from his neck.

Who was this J, and why had you never seen him around before?

“Y/N! What’s taking you so long- oh. Hi.” Emily had come up from nowhere to you, and was stopped as her eyes rested on this ‘J’. 

“Emily! I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Thanks for inviting me. I hope you don’t mind I brought along Jungkook, my plus one.” A girl you had seen around threaded her arm over Jungkook, who looked at your annoyed reaction and smirked. 

“Nice to meet you ladies.” He said, acting like the gentleman you knew he so wasn’t by his behaviour just a moment ago. 

“No problem, I hope you both have a good time.” Emily said. This J- or Jungkook’s girlfriend excused them both and Emily turned to look at you.

“We thought you were both about to fuck, what the hell happened? What an idiot!’ She hissed, referring to this new Jungkook.You were going to also agree with Emily, you had your sights fully set on him. He looked and fitted every imaginary box you had in the back of your mind. You were pissed. 

“Ugh, it’s nothing. Come on, let’s get drunk.” You said, taking her arm and pouring yourself shots of punch. You both drunk one, followed by another, and you were going to stop on your second shot but you spotted those familiar eyes burning a hole into the back of your neck. Jungkook. You didn’t even know him apart from his half angelic/sinful face and body but he was already annoying you. You proceeded with your third shot. 

Taehyung had eventually joined you both, who were now tipsy from the 13th shot of sweet poison you both had practically inhaled.

“KIM TAEEEEHYUNG YOU MONSTER, HOW ARE YOU SO CUTE!” You yelled, putting your arms over Taehyung as you sloppily danced with him, shooting Jungkook a death glare since his eyes still followed yours despite his hands being tucked under his girlfriend. 

“HEY, MINE YOU BITCH!” Emily said, laughing between hick ups. You pouted at her.

“I’M SORRY EM, HE’S ALL YOURS- YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO GET MARRIED AND HAVE THE MOS-” Your voice was shut up by a familiar sound you had grown up with: gunshots. 

Emily screamed, whilst you and Tae looked at each other confused. 

“Y/N- run!” Taehyung yelled before getting his gun out to shoot someone in front of you. You were dazzled, the gun shots started firing fast and you were caught in the midst. You hated the helpless feeling. Your leg was pulled down by Emily, who was cowering under the bar with tears streaked on her face.

“Y/N…tell me it’s not true. Please, please, please, I can’t be friends with someone whose family murder-” 

“Emily!” You screamed, as a circle of blood expanded from her centre. She was shot. You looked up to see the perpetrator. 

Jungkook.

Tears welled in your eyes, angry tears in an instant as you held Emily in your arms. “Em-” Your arm was yanked up by Jungkook.

“Do you know who my father is? He’ll have you fed to dogs.” You threatened in your most dire voice. Jungkook smirked.

“Come on princess, we don’t have all day.” In an instant he flipped you over his shoulders tightly, locking your legs in the process. 

You bit him.

“Ouch, feisty.” He said in the midst of more gunshots. 

“Keep your head down or you’ll get shot, brat!” He yelled, as you tried your best to escape him. 

Who was he?

What was going on?

Emily was dead. Emily, the girl you had been friends with since you were 5, was dead in the space of a few seconds. 

Jungkook killed Emily.

You bit him again. 

“As much as I’m into kinky shit princess, nows not the time. Ahh, you sure don’t hold back do you?!” He said as you proceeded to vigorously bite his neck to get him to put you down. 

You hated feeling so helpless. 

“My father will destroy you if I don’t first- you piece of shi-” BANG!

________________________________________________________________

You opened your eyes to a familiar face: Dr. Jin. 

You felt your eyelids being expanded by his fingers as your vitals were checked.  

“All clear, seems like just a fall. You’ll be fine in no time.” Dr. Jin said calmly. Slowly regaining more consciousness, you tried to lift yourself up from bed. 

Bed. You were home by the looks of it. You had just been smacked out cold a few minutes ago though, it didn’t make sense.

“You’ve been asleep for two days now. I’m going to leave some medication for you to take if you feel like it, but you’ll mostly be fine. Any issues, give me a call.” Dr. Jin said sweetly, his handsome face lathered in empathy.  

Two Days?! You had somehow managed to be taken back to the safety of your home and out cold for two days. 

You were probably a nightmare to treat. You felt bad. Dr Jin was one of those rare people you actually liked and you usually had nigh terrors in your sleep, most certainly not a pretty sight. 

“Thank you. Does my father know about this?” You asked hesitantly.

“I, Y/N that’s not really my place. Please don’t try to get into any more trouble from now on though.” Dr. Jin tried to warn you. 

“You know where I am if you ever need to find me. Come see me about those night terrors you’re having when you feel ready.” His warm smile was something you didn’t deserve, but basked in anyway.

“Thanks, Jin. I really appreciate it.” You said, letting out a small bit of your appreciative side. 

“Anytime.” He said before leaving your room. 

Just when you thought you would be able to get a bit more sleep before the realities of what had happened two days before caught up with you, Jin’s exit paved the way for your parents and their team to come in. 

“Kim Taehyung and you are the most irresponsible mafia heirs I have ever seen in my entire life doing this! Explain yourself!” Mother joy, your mother was clearly distressed. You knew it by how her ever changing nails hadn’t changed from when you last saw her. They were still hot blue. 

“Mother, my head hurts.” You said, trying to escape yourself from her doting wrath.

“We had Dr. Jin give us an all clear before coming in. Explain yourself, Y/N. Surely you know how you’re one of the most wanted targets in this family!” Your mother had another outburst, and small part of your felt bad. You quickly pushed it back down.

“I need to live my life normally. What I want is answers though. One of my best friends is dead, why?” You asked, now looking at your father. He was in a navy pinestripe suit with a solemn expression. 

“The entire hacker family was supposed to die that night. I had put extra provisions in to make sure you didn’t end up there, but you just couldn’t listen could you?” 

The reality of the situation just sunk in.

“You were going, no- wait, you were planning on killing Emily?” Your eyes doubled up into the size of saucers in surprise. 

“Whilst I don’t like involving you and your mother in the business, simply yes. The hackers were swayed away from being loyal to us, the risk they posed was too great to not avoid. You know how we go on sweetheart.” Just like that, your father had explained killing like it was the most natural thing ever. It was what you had grown up with. 

For the first time, you got a taste of how your family was successful all these generations. 

You were ruthless. 

Ruthless killers. 

That didn’t explain who Jungkook- who had killed Emily was. Was he working for your father?

“Y/N, I’d like you to meet your new bodyguard.” Your fathers voice took you out of your thoughts that were just starting to unravel. 

The men separated into two files to reveal the sinfully angelic face that you had met two nights ago. 

Jungkook. 

“I think you owe your life to Jungkook, Y/N.” Your mother said, forcing you to tear your eyes away from him. They were filled on the brink of tears. He killed Emily.

“He killed Emily.” You said in a solemn voice.

“Emily was planning on killing you, don’t you get it? Y/N. Welcome to the family business. People will use you to get close to you before they do something. Loyalties change. Learn the rules of this family, it’s about time.” Your father tried to reason. Your eyes flitted back between him and your mother, who had her head down meaning she agreed.

Betrayal. Emily was planning to betray you. 

It was all too heavy for your mind and heart, but you’d hide it. 

“I still don’t want him as my bodyguard.” You said, casting him a glance. He shot you a cocky smirk. 

“Jungkook’s one of the finest, I had to go through a lot of hoops just to get him. You will not be attempting anymore midnight excursions with the Taehyung boy, or with anyone else. You’re under house arrest. Jungkook will be with you every moment of everyday. If you by so help me God, attempt to pull one on him- not that you’ll be able to, you’ll be sent off to Seychelles.” 

Seychelles, where your grandmother lived in hiding. 

“Am I 12, to you? You can’t do this.” You fought back. 

“As long as you’re under my protection, I will be. This is for your safety, Y/N.” Your father said sternly. 

You listened to his stern words, but didn’t accept anything he had said. You were still going to live your life, you had managed to get through 3 body guards in the past month alone by confusing them, making them quit or locking them in cupboards with spiked drinks. Jungkook wouldn’t know what hit him.

“Don’t think of pulling anything.” He warned again. 

You smiled sweetly. “Of course not, appa. I’ve learnt my lesson.” You lied, but your father believed you since you were his only daughter and pride. 

You saw Jungkook lowly chuckle out of the corner of your eyes. 

“Good. Your mother and I have a flight to catch in a couple of hours. Make sure to see us before you go.” Your mother and father kissed you gently on the forehead before leaving with their entourage. 

“Don’t let her be too much of a bother.” Your father patted Jungkook’s shoulder as he left.

“I enjoy challenges sir, it won’t be too much of a hassle I’m sure.” Jungkook beamed a breathaking smile at your father back. You could tell your father loved him already, he barely ever smiled at his men. 

The room was empty, apart from you and Jungkook your new body guard.

You stared at him, dressed in a black fitting sweater and caramel trousers. Who the hell glows dressed like that? Jungkook did clearly.

“Hi Princess.” He smiled that same cocky smile you had seen those nights ago. 

“Stay out of my room, Jungkook. All the other bodyguards had the decency to do that.” You scowled.

“I’m not like the others, princess. Room’s airy, no?” He then sauntered over to your window to shut it. 

“I’ll be keeping this from now on too.” He- he’d managed to find your secret pick lock for the windows under your desk too. 

That was your only means of escape.

“Are you serious?!” You yelled.

Jungkook simply smiled at you back. “I know every fucking trick there is to know in the book, princess. Try and get past me. I dare you.” He challenged. 

“You won’t last long.” You said back. 

“I do love challenges. Especially from princesses like yourself. You can’t run to daddy now, not when he knows your always trying to get out.” Jungkook zoned in on you, closer to your bed. Your heart rate accelerated, but you pushed it back down.

“Go to hell.” Those were your last words before you decided to fling the covers off yourself and walk to your bathroom. 

You heard Jungkook’s footsteps.

“Are you going to watch me pee too?” You challenged, ready to throw a punch.

“Call me if you’re showering, then we’ll talk.” He winked, before backing away.

Cocky bastard, you thought. 

Beautiful cocky bastard. 

Luckily you had clothes to change into in your bathroom to save yourself from embarrassment.  Dressed in a white tee and jeans, you came out with wet hair to see Jungkook reading a book from your shelf.

“You know, I never took you for the sappy romance kind of girl. Really?” He showed you the cover of Wuthering Heights, where you had left your bookmark in.

“So much angst, that can’t be healthy you know.” 

“I never took you for the read a book kind of guy.” You shot back as you grabbed a fresh towel from your drawer and started to towel dry your hair.

“I majored in Math, but I had a minor in English in college. Don’t let the looks fool you, princess.” 

“Maybe you can help me with my math homework.” You said absentmindedly. 

“I could help you with a lot of things.” He zoned in on you from behind, which made you stop drying your hair midway. 

It reminded you all too clearly of that night meeting him, where you were set on fu-

Your phone rang. 

It gave you an excuse to leave his trap, so you dashed over to your bedside table.

Taehyung. 

“Taehyung, are you okay?!” You yelled down the phone.

“I’m fine, I got out there pretty safe actually. My father had some of our men there, I had no clue. “ You didn’t believe that for one second, Taehyung always knew. 

A small part of your heart warmed at the thought though, even without Jungkook- you wouldn’t be dead. Taehyung would have your back. 

You realised you should really apologise for lashing out on him like you did in the car on the way to the party.

“My place, we’ll have brunch on the porch and talk this over.” Taehyung proposed.

“I can’t.” You said looking back over to where Jungkook was standing a couple of feet away from you. He now had a solemn expression, analysing your movements over the phone. 

“I have a new bodyguard. I don’t think I can stuff him in a cupboard just yet.” You said, a little louder so Jungkook could hear what you were capable of.

“I’ll come over to you then.” 

“Great, I’ll make us some brunch.” You said, before saying your goodbyes and putting the phone down.

“Does daddy know you have a boyfriend?” Jungkook asked, following you out of your room as you descended down the spiralled stairs to the kitchen.

You ignored him all the way there. 

“Let’s keep our personal lives secret.” You winked back at him, and Jungkook rolled his eyes. 

“Ma’am. Would you like me to make you anything?” Sylvia, your elderly cook was in the kitchen. 

“No thank you. Taehyung’s coming over, so I’d like to make us something. You’re excused for now.” You said sweetly.

Sylvia excused herself and you got to work taking out all the ingredients you’d need from the fridge. You ignored Jungkook, who was now sat on one of the kitchen stools following your every move. 

“Does appa think I’ll burn the kitchen too, now?” You asked haughtily, as you saw Jungkook glare at you from the corner of your eyes as you whipped up the pancake mix you were making.

Jungkook cast his eyes away from you momentarily. 

There was a silence between you both as you worked, which you welcomed. You could still feel his eyes watching your every move, but you didn’t care. You loved cooking, and the kitchen downstairs was where you were most comfortable. You didn’t have too much control over your life, but you did have control here. 

It was your space.

You had managed to whip up some stacks of pancake, a bowl of fruit salad and freshly squeezed orange juice in no time at all. It felt rude to not offer Jungkook any, and you figured he’d be hungry too. The look in his eyes gave it away. 

“Here. Eat.” You said to Jungkook as you made him a plate. 

“Wow, she has manners.” He said as he took the plate from you.

You didn’t know why, but you were particularly looking forward to his expression once he tasted what you had made. He had on a poker face, but it slipped momentarily when he had his first bite. 

It was…cute. 

“What are you smiling for?” He asked as he looked up at you, face full of pancake like a bunny.

“Nothing.” You said, breaking away from his gaze.

“I brought us some- Y/N get down!” Taehyung’s voice filled the hollow kitchen, and you were grabbed by Jungkook in a split second as he pushed you behind him. 

Taehyung had his gun pointed to Jungkook, and Jungkook had his gun pointed to Taehyung.

Thee testosterone in the room was overwhelming. 

“Tae, it’s okay! Emily’s family were trying to kill me, he saved me.” You said from behind Jungkook’s protection. 

“Why is he here then?” Taehyung wasn’t dropping his gun.

“Appa thinks he’ll make a great new bodyguard.” You said sarcastically. 

“Drop the gun, kid.” Jungkook warned in his most deadliest voice.

Taehyung chuckled lowly before putting his gun back inside.

Jungkook did so too, and you broke free from his grasp.

“Tae.” You said looking at him as you made your way over to him, walking into his open arms. 

“I was going to get you out, you know that right?” He said into your ear.

Jungkook heard and scoffed at your moment with Taehyung. 

“I know you were, thank you. Let’s eat.” You said as you pulled Taehyung by the hand over to the kitchen island to sit where you passed him a plate of pancakes.

“Mmmmm…these are good, right bodyguard?” Taehyung said after his first bite, gesturing to Jungkook who was still on his plate.

He looked like a bunny caught in red lights, a stark difference from the usual stern and cocky attitude. 

Jungkook mumbled what sounded like an agreement before going back to eating.  

“Why’d you think Emily’s family changed loyalties?” You asked Taehyung, breaking him out of his brief interaction with Jungkook. 

“Well, you know what’s common in our world. Money, sex, power. It was one of those three.” Taehyung stated, listing the reasons on his fingers.

“My bets power. The hackers always wanted a bit more respect from your household and it was obvious for them to get to you to spite your father.” Taehyung reasoned.

“You seem to know a lot about their motives.” Jungkook intervened, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at Taehyung as he sat back. 

You watched Taehyung’s reaction carefully. “It’s one of the most plausible. Power sells better than only sex in our world. Look at Y/N here, she’ll probably be wed off to the son of some powerful heir to cement alliances. It’s how we work. Have been for centuries.” Taehyung said not breaking Jungkook’s gaze. 

It was uncharacteristic of him. Taehyung was everything you would never expect to be in the mafia world. He was sweet, fun and lighthearted.

It was like Taehyung’s father was talking.

“Tae, you don’t need to be so direct.” You chuckled. 

“It’s true Y/N, you’re going to have to accept it someday or another soon.” Taehyung momentarily flicked his eyes back to you.

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you pushed them back down like you pushed any sort of feeling you had. 

Always pushing things back down.

“I want to get drunk.” You said, you didn’t care if it was only midday. You wanted to numb the thought of your future wed off to some mafia heir, probably miles older than you, the older the more powerful usually. 

“I have to meet my father later to discuss some things. I can’t see you all the time Y/N, it’s what I came here to say. I’m going to be accompanying him on a few trips.” Taehyung said, ignoring your proposal to do something. 

“But-Tae-” You tried to get him to listen to you.

“It’s time we start to take on our roles Y/N. Last night was just an example of the life we’ll have to face. You’ll always have enemies, I’ll always have enemies and I’m going to be making a lot more as my father passes down his mantle to me.” This was uncharacteristic of the sweet Taehyung you knew. 

It was like he was trying to put on an act for himself. 

“Take care of her.” Taehyung said, after kissing you on the forehead looking to Jungkook.

Jungkook scoffed. Both of their eyes met they narrowed their eyes at each other. 

“With my life. I’m her protector after all.” 

“You know to call me if you need anything Y/N.” Taehyung said, unable to tear his eyes away from staring down Jungkook.

You scoffed. I want my friend back, you thought. 

Jungkook broke his gaze out of respect, realising he was staring down a mafia heir which in your world- his position did not allow. Taehyung tore his gaze away and walked out, slamming the door behind him. 

A few tears escaped your eyes. 

Jungkook was staring at you, a sigh escaped his lips. He took the plates on the kitchen island and took them over to the sink, turning the tap on.

“Where do you keep your washing up stuff?” 

You wiped the tears from your eyes.

“Left drawer.” You replied, surprised by how croaky your voice had been after a few tears.

You decided to help him, as you both worked in silent union as Jungkook washed and you dried the plates. 

The weirdest thing was it was oddly comforting, normal. 

You never had normal. 

Not when you grew up with seeing men in suits with bloodstains on them casually coming into the kitchen for a bite to eat, guns laying around in odd bits of the house and deadly eyes following your every move. Your father tried to avoid business and the home, but they were far too connected for him to realise. 

“What are you smiling at?” Jungkook asked, a small smile on his lips. 

“Nothing.” You said. 

“Thank you.” You mumbled.

Jungkook washed his hands and turned the tap off. He turned on his back and leaned against the sink. 

“I, I couldn’t hear that. Did you just say thank you?” Jungkook mocked. 

You rolled your eyes, a laugh escaping your lips. 

“Okay, okay. Thank you.” You said clearly. 

Jungkook winked, and you hoped the blush that followed your cheeks wasn’t visible. 

“What are you going to do with the rest of your day?” Jungkook asked, turning to tilt his head to you. 

“Wanna get drunk with me?” You asked, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to ask. You could even drug him up in the process and sneak out. 

“Nice try, princess.” He scoffed. 

You sighed. You were alone with an insanely hot guy who- in all other circumstances, if he wasn’t your bodyguard, would be upstairs in your room right now. You started biting your lip at the thought. 

“You’re thinking about it, right? I know you are.” Jungkook leaned forwards towards you.

“I’m thinking about what I’d do to you if we weren’t so rudely interrupted those nights ago.” Jungkook said in your ear, his voice was cool like those nights ago. He closed in on you, trapping you with his arms resting on both sides of the counter. 

“Too bad you’ll never find out princess.” He said as his lips ghosted over yours. 

With that, all traces of contact were ripped away as Jungkook moved away.

“You enjoy teasing me, don’t you?” You said, more of a statement than a question.

“That blush is riveting.” 

You rolled your eyes, trying to mask how upset you were from Jungkook’s reluctance to make a move. 

Eventually you announced that you were going to go down to the library to read, and Jungkook followed suit. It was hard to concentrate knowing he was there, in all his scowling, cocky glory. You were surprised your father had even allowed him to be near you like this, he clearly thought you had no interest in men. That, or Jungkook had charmed him.

He was charming.

“Who are you?” You asked, realising you knew nothing about your new bodyguard. 

You usually never knew anything about your body guard, but Jungkook was different. 

You nearly fucked him at a party. 

He glanced up at you from the book he was reading sat across you on a leather chair. 

“Did you get memory loss too from your fall?” He asked. 

“No, don’t avoid my question. Who are you, where are you from, why did my father hire you?” You asked. 

Jungkook sighed. 

“I’m Jeon Jungkook, my uncle knows your father and recommended me. I’m working my way up the ranks and he hired me because I’m fucking badass.” He said, but you didn’t buy it. In the short time you knew him you figured Jungkook wasn’t the type to work his way up the ranks- he had to be at the top. 

You’d figure the truth out, but you let it slide for now.

You were about to dig in for some more answers to other things, but Jungkook’s phone rang a couple of times. 

“Answer it.” You said. 

“It’s family. Stay put here, okay?” Jungkook sent a warning glance your way. 

You rolled your eyes and nodded. 

Jungkook POV:

“This isn’t a good time.” Jungkook said, looking to make sure the coast was clear as he picked up to answer. 

“Haven’t you killed her yet?” The voice on the phone asked. 

“You think I can just snap her neck on the first day of the job?” Jungkook hissed. 

“Do it soon. The sooner the better, her father will be putty in our hands when his little girl is dripping in blo–” Jungkook cut him off.

“Give me more time. I need her to open up to me.” He said. 

“Just do your job Jungkook.” The voice hung up. 

Jungkook nearly threw his phone across the room outside the library, but clutched it like a stress ball instead. 

He was already supposed to have snapped the girls neck in two by now. He had no reason not to, they were in the perfect situation. A secluded house, a naive girl and the friend who had decided to leave her. 

He was going to do it in the kitchen, he planned to get it over and done with after her friend left.

Then she cried. 

He couldn’t fucking kill her when she was crying, could he? He wasn’t that heartless, was he? 

He was Jeon Jungkook, heartless was supposed to be his middle name. 

He had a knife in his backpocket, ready and ripe to go. He was so ready to just stick the weapon in her neck but she just had to look at him with doe eyes. 

Why did she have to smile at him like that? She wasn’t anything special. When he first took on the case, he figured it would be easy as cake. Difficult to kill the daughter of one of the most feared men alive, but he had no sympathy for the girl before she struck a cord with him. She was supposed to be a spoilt mafia princess that wanted nothing more than to do her hair and play on Daddy’s yacht. 

She wasn’t supposed to be the girl that effortlessly danced around the kitchen, a victim of the mafia world thrust on expectations to marry old men and make babies, a girl with a lot of will power and might. She wasn’t supposed to be any of those things. She wasn’t supposed to be feisty.

She wasn’t supposed to be interesting. 

Jungkook needed to get his head in the right place, he’d seen a billion pretty faces in his time and snapped the necks of them in an instant. 

Why couldn’t he just snap hers?

He was interrupted from his thoughts by a scream that he instantly recognised as Y/N’s. 

No, no no, this couldn’t happen to him now. Were his men deciding to take things in their own hands? 

AN: I can’t wait to write this entire series! It’s going to be one of my main projects this summer, I’m SO excited.