motel ‘97 - 07
➵ pairing: jungkook x reader
➵ genre: mafia au, angst, fluff, smut.
➵ warning: violence, crude language, read at own risk.
➵ word count: 4.3K+
warning: this chapter has mentions of non-con and lots of swearing, read at own risk!
You were quick to move to the opposite side of Jungkook to sit away from Namjoon. Silence followed after everyone was sat until Yoongi cleared his throat. He intertwined his two hands, placing them firmly on the table out in front of him. Yoongi was glaring directly at you with intent of something.
“Now that the lovebirds are present.. we can really get down to business.” He smirked.
The two fearful and powerful men both had quite intense looks on their faces. Clearly speaking volumes that they weren’t here to play games. Their auras were incredibly threatening and it was agonizingly silent in the room. So silent that the small ‘tick’ of the clock across the room could be heard like no other. Surely you were the only one on edge, but the sudden sound of Yoongi’s fingers tapping against the wooden table startled everyone. You held your hands in your lap, focusing on them, not daring to look up upon the chance of landing in anyone’s eyesight other than Jungkook’s. And that wasn’t something you were daring to risk.
“Well I’ll be damned. If no one else would like to initiate the damn conversation, I will.” Yoongi snapped. You watched from the corner of your eye as Yoongi reached into his suit and pulled out the same small dark red pocket knife Jungkook had given you the day before. He placed it out flat on the table and looked over at you, giving a small wink. You tensed. You tried to look over at Jungkook for comfort, but his gaze was directly on Namjoon. You slightly pivoted your head to get a look at his reaction. Namjoon of all people in the room seemed so disinterested.. bored even. Lucky enough for him, he had enough ego to even be bored in such a position.