Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader Rating: M Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU
Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.
A/N: :D Look, I did a thing! Thank you all for waiting patiently~ I’m literally posting this right before I leave for work, I was rushing to proof read it lol. Hopefully I didn’t miss too many mistakes :p
Black fabric mask secured over the lower half of his face,
Jungkook waits tensely in a coffee shop half a block from his family’s
penthouse. Its 2 minutes before noon, and his leg bounces nervously under the
table, his coffee already gone cold.
Managing to get a whole of 3 hours of sleep the night prior,
still too bothered with the thought of you potentially being in trouble to be
able to get some shut eye, Jungkook had slipped out of the house early that
morning, requesting his regular chauffeur to take him to campus a tad sooner
than usual. The driver had complied, toting him half way across the city to the
usual spot where Jungkook was dropped off and picked up. Jungkook then left as
usual, walking towards his building, but this time he had no plan on going to
class. As soon as the Jeon heir was far enough from the car which had dropped
him off, he ducked into a building and watched through the old, clouded windows
for the car to leave. It took a few seconds, his driver likely confused as to
why Jungkook was going into that building when he usually didn’t, but luckily a
car wanting to get by honked in slight anger, and the chauffer immediately
placed the car in drive and coasted away as if nothing had happened.
Sighing thankfully to the impatient college driver who had
honked, Jungkook waits in the building for a few long minutes. He wants to be
perfectly sure that his car won’t circle back around to look for him, and when
5 minutes pass and there’s no sign of his chauffeur, Jungkook determines that
Nodding to himself, determination for what he now has to do
settling in his gut, Jungkook shrugs his book bag off his shoulder, unzipping
the main pouch. Today his normal folders and notebooks are nowhere to be found,
replaced by a spare coat, hat, and a mask. Jungkook knows that his father has
men stationed all over the city—maybe not on the lookout for him, since as far
as they know nothing out of the ordinary is going on—but Jungkook won’t risk
anything. It seems to him that his father is currently scheming with Taehyung
against Namjoon, judging by the small amount of their conversation he had
overheard last night, but Jungkook needs Namjoon by his side. He needs
Namjoon’s friendship because right now Namjoon holds all the information
Jungkook wants to know about you. And…more so…Namjoon truly isn’t too bad of a
guy, in Jungkook’s eyes—better than his father, at least—and Jungkook doesn’t
feel well knowing that his family is possibly working to…hurt Namjoon in some
So, changing his jacket, hiding his face behind a plain back
mask, and tucking his hair beneath a dark blue hat, Jungkook had left the
building he’d taken refuge in, walking back into the city. He didn’t want to
risk a taxi or a bus, so he had braved the chilling winds and had walked the crowded
streets of Seoul. After nearly 40 minutes he finally arrived at the café
Namjoon had requested he wait at—the brief text containing the location
arriving at just shy of 5am that morning.
And now here he is, Jeon Jungkook, eyes boring into the watch
on his wrist, the second hand ticking past the 12 mark, officially meaning that
it was noon. His leg continued to bounce with nervous energy, hand reaching
into his pocket to check his cellphone, and as soon as the device is in his
hand, it buzzes, a new text message lighting up the screen.
I’m stopped behind a
bus at the light outside the coffee shop. Come now.
Reading the words with unsteady concentration, Jungkook
quickly stands, bumping into the table as he reaches for his backpack and heads
outside. Not bothering to correctly zip up his coat, the cold air immediately
soaking into his skin, Jungkook glances both ways down the congested street,
breaking into a jog when he spots the bus a little ways up the sidewalk, a
black car with tinted windows momentarily stalled behind it.
As he approaches the car, his feet suddenly falter as he
realizes that he’s currently putting himself in danger. He has no clue what’s
going on right now—who he can trust and who might be hiding in the city ready
to hurt him. As a Jeon he had been targeted before. Once or twice, but nothing
serious. A kidnapping attempt here or there by people desperate to use him as
ransom in return for monetary repayment from his father, but all attempts had
been thwarted by family men—faint screams ringing in Jungkook’s ears, but he
hadn’t put all the pieces together until he’d gotten a bit older.
Yet, despite the danger, Jungkook regains his stride,
especially when the light in front of the bus turns green, the tinted car
honking urgently. He can’t stall for much longer, and Jungkook rushes forward,
pulling open the passenger door, grateful to see Namjoon occupying the driver
“Christ kid, hurry it up,” Namjoon sighs as he steps on the
gas, following behind the bus. Jungkook rolls his eyes, dropping his bag on the
floor between his feet.
“You could have actually stopped somewhere to wait.”
“I could have, but everything feels risky nowadays,” Namjoon
mumbles, eyes casting to the side. Jungkook can immediately tell how tired the
older male is, dark bags hanging under his eyes, unkempt facial hair prickling
his chin and upper lip.
“Hyung…,” Jungkook says, voice sympathetic yet serious. His
eyes harden, heart steeling as he shifts to face Namjoon. “What’s going on?
Please, you need to tell me…”
“The other day–,” Namjoon starts after a moment of
hesitation, knuckles turning white around the steering wheel. “Y/N came over. I
was trying to make things right after
everything that had been happening. It went well, really well…,” he says with
fondness, his defenses momentarily dropping, but as he continues recounting
what had occurred Jungkook sees his body curl in on itself, anger staining his
“I got a call that morning from a client. Left Y/N to sleep
because I figured I’d be right back…I asked Yoongi to check on her. He…,”
Namjoon takes a moment to calm himself, throat tight, adam’s apple bobbing. “He
got there and saw Y/N in Jimin’s car. Jimin somehow got into my apartment and
took her. Yoongi gave chase, but…”
Stopped at another red light, Namjoon slams his fist on the
dashboard, and Jungkook winces, heart sinking into his stomach.
“She’s gone?” the younger whispers, hands laying stiffly in
his lap. Namjoon bites his lip, trying his best not to give into all the dark
thoughts lurking in his mind.
“She is—but I’ve got people looking for her. We’re going to
get her back, Kookie–,” reaching over, Namjoon places his hand on Jungkook’s
knee and the younger startles, immediately batting Namjoon’s hand away, his
eyes filled with rage. However, when Jungkook sees the hurt and pain on
Namjoon’s face, that spark of anger dies, and he hunches over, pressing his
palms to his face.
“I know this isn’t your fault, hyung…I’m sorry. I just—”
“You can blame me if it makes it easier,” Namjoon responds, dead
eyes tracking the road. Jungkook shakes his head, taking a deep breath as he
pushes any potential tears back into their sockets.
“I won’t blame you. I can tell that you’ve changed, Namjoon
hyung. You care for Y/N, and I can tell this isn’t easy for you, so I’m sorry I
reacted like that, I just…she’s my friend, you know?” Jungkook says quietly,
loosely hugging his arms to his chest. “I don’t have many, and none else like
her, considering father’s—”
“Right, your father,” Namjoon interrupts, suddenly remembering
the reason he’d had to call Jungkook out in public to meet like this.
Jungkook’s eyes widen as well, and the two males stare at each other,
“Right, right—my dad!” Jungkook recalls, eyes searching his
lap as he tries to remember everything he had overheard the night before. “I—last
night a guy named V showed up at our door. He told me to call him—”
“Taehyung,” Namjoon growls, swerving into a small parking
lot and shifting the car into P. He can’t trust himself to continue driving
calmly when he’s got all this shit on his mind—and Taehyung is not helping. Especially after he’d
touched you…and now he’s apparently making ties with Jungkook’s father, which
“Yeah,” Jungkook nods, biting his bottom lip with his teeth,
his eyebrows furrowing. Last night he hadn’t been able to recall where he’d
heard the name before, but pairing it with Namjoon’s reaction…
“Is that they guy who hurt Y/N? At the club?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon sighs, fingers coasting through his messy
hair. Jungkook scowls.
“Right…now that I think about it, it makes sense. The guy
was such a goddamn flirt—even with me—”
“Taehyung is very…open,” Namjoon says cautiously, and then
shakes his head, getting back to the situation at hand. “What did he say to
“I went looking around last night because one of our maids
broke a glass, and on my way back to my room I overheard my father and Taehyung
talking. They…said something about…,” he furrows his eyebrows, trying to recall
the faint words he’d managed to pick up on. “They mentioned a girl, your name,
bait, and a ball next week. They–! They said something about another man, and
how my father was glad he had trusted Taehyung’s friend, Jimin…”
Namjoon groans, palms dragging down his face. “Fuck–! I forgot that Taehyung and Jimin are friends, those little
“…the person who took Y/N from your apartment—you…said his
name was Jimin, right?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon grits, palms pressing into his straining
eyes. “Yeah, it was Jimin. And if Taehyung got Jimin to do his dirty work and
kidnap Y/N, and Taehyung is suddenly your dad’s best friend, then…”
The car falls silent, and Jungkook and Namjoon’s eyes meet.
If Taehyung and Jungkook’s father are working together
against Namjoon, then—
Jungkook sees the flash of distrust that momentarily passes
through Namjoon’s eyes, and while Namjoon and Jungkook have never truly been
friends, the younger’s heart aches.
“Hyung—Namjoon hyung I promise I’m not against you, please,”
Jungkook says, leaning over to rest his hand on Namjoon’s thigh. He can feel
Namjoon’s muscles stiffen beneath him, but his face gives away nothing.