Rating: PG-13 (For the violence and occasional language)
Pairings: A wee bit of Reader X Seungri, and that subtle
Summary: As the sister of the leader of the most dangerous
gang in Seoul, you’ve done a pretty amazing job at maintaining a low profile,
and not letting anyone know what family you belong to. Your life is normal,
despite your brother’s intimidating, yet respected, image. But what the people
don’t know, is that you’re Big Bang’s secret weapon, their Trump Card.
“It was about you. He
thinks this is too dangerous for you. He asked me to tell you to quit.”
Someone hit me with a bag full of bricks.
No, I thought, that would hurt less.
If I had been told Jiyong and Youngbae were about to get married,
adopt three children and name them after different types of pasta, that would be
more believable. “I have been with you
people since before I could even say my own name. It’s where I belong, oppa. I
don’t do anything else. I don’t want to
doanything else.” I said, coming to a standstill.
“You need to
understand, y/n, none of us wanted this life thrust upon you. All we want to do
is keep you safe. And what we do, it is as far from safe as is possible to be.
If anything were to happen to you, do you think I would be able to live with
myself, knowing that it was all because of me? That it was my fault I could not
protect my own baby sister? Even after I was warned so many times, even when I
almost saw you die today?”
I could understand. I did understand. But he had to
understand I had a choice too. For eighteen years this man had worked tooth and
nail, not being able to afford three square meals for himself, but making sure
I never went to bed hungry. I was his responsibility. And now that I could, I
wanted to repay him. Even if it was with my life. I wanted to watch his back,
make sure he returned home every night, and bury anyone who dared to ruin what
he created with his blood and sweat.
“Do I not get a say in
my own life then? I need to make decisions on my own now. I’m not your six year
old in pigtails anymore. Why can’t you see that?” I really did not mean to yell, or sound
ungrateful, but that, somehow, was how things turned out.
“I suppose I should.
I’m sorry for trying to do the right thing. I’m sorry for trying to protect
you.” The pain in his eyes killed me
over and over again. He just walked on, without a word, crestfallen.
I wanted to go after him, but something held me back. It
took some time to register it was not my feelings, but was indeed a person,
holding my arm.
“What the hell? Let go
The person, who was being referred to as ‘perv’ inside my
head, showed no intentions of doing that.
“Right. Now. While I’m
still asking nicely.”
“Well I’ll treat you
right, love.” He sounded positively drunk. His breath only confirmed the
same. “Don’t bother running after that
coward of a man anymore, who doesn’t even know what he’s leaving behind. I know
what girls like you want. And I’ll make sure you get what you des-” He was
cut off by a punch landing square on his nose, causing blood to drip down.
Pulling me behind him, Jiyong growled, “If you so much as breathe within a thousand miles of my sister again,
I will slice you into so many pieces, they will have a lot of trouble burying
your useless ass.”
“Think you’re so
tough, huh?” The guy said, wiping
the last of blood from his face, visibly offended. “Hey guys, I think we need to teach this stiff douchebag and his
little bitch here some really solid lessons.”
“I’m going to do you a
favour and tell you to back the fuck off before you and your peasants have to
be scraped off the floor in the aftermath.”
“You son of a bitch-” He
cursed and tried to punch Jiyong, who stealthily dodged it, caught a hold of
the guy’s hand, stretched it out, so they looked more like a couple doing salsa
than two extremely angsty dudes fighting for dominance, and used his elbow to
hit the back of the perv’s head repeatedly.
Meanwhile two men, presumably the ‘guys’ ganged up on me, as I backed away from Jiyong. “Well this is hardly fair gentlemen.” I
said, sarcastically. “An exhausted girl
who is not in the mood for your
bullshit, versus two scrawny rodents hell-bent upon making her loose her
temper. The odds seem a bit off to me.”
“Shut up, bitch.
You’re only making it more difficult for you.” One of them said as both the
men lunged at me at the same time.
Ducking out from their reach, I grabbed both their wrists in
the process, and exactly as Daesung had taught, turned suddenly, jerking their
arms, then folded them against their backs, inviting gasps of pains from both.
“I told you, I’m not
in the mood for your bullshit” I say as I kick the first one from behind, then the next making them fall on their knees. Before they had the time to
comprehend what their free hands were going to do, I elbowed one of them from
the back, with enough force to knock him unconscious, strong enough to send
jitters up my arm, and then kicked the other one to the floor and again knocked
the living daylights out of him; with the heel of my foot, gently caressing his
When I turned around Jiyong was already done with the guy
who was bundled up on the ground still mumbling curses at both of us. He still
looked extremely hurt from our argument earlier, and something in me broke.
“I’m sorry.” I
blurted out, as tears began to well up in my eyes. “All you’ve ever done is risk your own life to keep me safe, and I am
so, so grateful for that. I wanted to be with you guys, not for adrenaline
kicks to fulfill my wild teenage fantasies of punching assholes into the sunset,
but so I could maybe try to do the same for you, as you have done for me. Watch
your back, make sure you don’t die doing something stupid like taunting people
with grenade launchers aimed at you, maybe also make sure you came back every
day. Take care of you, in the only way that I know.”
Jiyong simply walked up to me and wrapped his arms around
my whimpering body. In an instant I did the same, as if clinging onto him for dear life. As my head rested on his shoulder, his hands
gently played with my hair. There was a comfortable silence, interrupted only
when we heard one of the guys that I had knocked down slowly come to his
senses. We ran then. Not because we couldn’t take them in a fight again, hell,
we would still emerge victorious if they called in multiple reinforcements. But,
because none of us wanted to ruin the effects of the moment that had just passed.
As we came to a stop in front of our house, out of breath
and pumped on adrenaline, one of the guards opened the door before we even
reached in and both of us bowed to thank him. I was about to make my way up the
stairs when Jiyong half whispered half yelled, “Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Puzzled, I turned around to see him; he looked
like he had committed the most heinous crime in the history of heinous crimes,
and was severely regretting it. “What’s
wrong? Why do you look like that?”
“I shouldn’t have left
you alone like that. That filthy guy and his minions could’ve done anything to
you, and again, it would have been my fault. I’m so so sorry, y/n, I promise,
I’ll never leave you alone like that again. Never.”
It was my turn to initiate The Hug, and so I did.
“It was mostly my
fault, you know. I should have caught up to you. If not that, then at least I should have been the one to punch his
nose off his face. I should’ve done something, but I dint. Let’s call it even.”
“You know,” He
said, tightening his hold on me, “When I
say ‘never’ I also mean the times when I’m out kicking ass. I’m not letting you
out of my sight again.”
“So, I’m not being shoved
out of your super cool ninja clan then, G Dragon-sama?”
He just laughed and breathed a light no somewhere in between.
“Now go to bed, Naruto, you have school
The next day Jiyong and Youngbae had a very heated
discussion about me and what’s best for me and eventually, both of them decided
it was best indeed, that I do stay with them, lest I shall be harmed in their prolonged periods of
While they were in there, discussing my future, I was in the
kitchen, making a very healthy double
cheese chicken lasagna for my hungry self. As I was too busy drooling over the
cheese that was bubbling in the oven, my surroundings became void and all that
mattered anymore was the wall of time that stood between the food and my
Out of nowhere, two fingers pressed down on either side of
my waist, making me jump up in surprise. What was more embarrassing was the
inhuman sound I made in the said process. Taking the first thing I found on the
shelf I turned towards the attacker in a poise of self-defence.
“Whoa, y/n, you’re
going to decapitate someone with that lethal spatula, girl.”
“Seungri? Dude, I
would actually have decapitated you. Don’t sneak up on me like that. I have
killer reflexes, you know.” I smirk.
“I’d love to put that
to test someday. Let’s see, next weekend? My place?”
“Did you think that
was smooth, Lee Seunghyun?”
“Is that a no?”
“Do you like lasagna?”
“Yes. It’s a yes. Now,
would you like to have lasagna? It’s almost done.” Talking about
relationship stuff made me uncomfortable, and so, in the worst, most weird way
that I could, I changed the topic.
“Some other time,
princess. I need to go meet your brother first.”
“Cool. More for me
then.” Princess? What?
“Watch the calories
“Watch the calories
though.” I mimic in a mocking tone as he smirks and walks away.
What a beautiful pain in the ass.
By the time the guys were done, it was evening already, and
I did not realize that I had fallen asleep on the kitchen counter. Only
managing to eat half the lasagna before my screwed up sleep schedule demanded
to be acknowledged.
I woke up to the sound of Jiyong munching down the lasagna,
sitting across from me on the counter.
“So Seungri asked you
out?” He said, when he realized I had woken up.
“What? How do you
“He called me this
morning to ‘confess’ his weird feelings for you. He dint want to do it behind
“And you agreed?” I
ask, visibly taken aback.
“Well, might as well. He
knows what’s going to happen if he fucks it up.”
I snorted, and took a bite out of the lasagna as well.
“How did you make
this?” He asked, making a disgusted face, “It tastes like damp socks.”
“It definitely does
not. It’s better than what that good for nothing girlfriend of yours used to
“Oh but she was good
for something…” He says looking up at the ceiling, as if he was nostalgic. A smug
smile on his face.
Kwon Jiyong.” I say, hitting his shoulder lightly. “Also, let me sleep. Go away. Shoo. Do whatever deep dark stuff you do
locked away in your deep dark room.”
“No, y/n, listen to
me. This is important. It’s about that gang that’s after us.” He said, in a
serious tone, which indicated we were down to business. “They’re called ‘death stroke’. Almost ten years ago, they were our
biggest rivals, when dad’s company was about to go bankrupt and I had just
ascended in his place. But, we beat him. After which they went underground.
Now, I believe it was because they could not bear being defeated by a sexy
eighteen year old, but according to Seunghyun hyung they were just ‘laying
low’. Now that they believe it is us who screwed them over, their leader is
blinded by revenge to extract vengeance from my majestic self. Even if we tell
him it wasn’t us, he won’t believe it because, despite what TOP hyung says, he
hates my guts. Now we’ve got to be careful, because who knows how many upgrades
he has gone through over the years.”
“Upgrades? Oppa, this
isn’t a video game villain.”
“Sister, he is called
“Ok first of all, I want that title. Second, why was this
guy such a big rival of dad’s company?”
“Because apparently he
had some beef with dad. He’s the reason the company fell in the first place.”
“Then let’s kill this
Over the years, I always wanted to know why such a big
company had reached such a low within almost no time. Who was the catalyst that
favoured this downfall? I never asked my brother, because I was afraid he’d
blame himself for it. But now that the son of a bitch had a face, and not to
mention a cool ‘stage name’ that I required, I wanted nothing more than to paint
his walls in deep, permanent red.
Over the course of the next few days, the guys all did their
digging on this ‘Midnight’ and his ‘death stroke’, while I doodled in the back
of my notebooks because whatever the teachers were saying in classes, was
either never going to help me, or was just plain boring. As it is I was able to
maintain good grades and an average image in class, so I could afford to
doodle. I had earned the right to
doodle. And so, I shamelessly doodled.
Fridays were the worst. Teachers gave extra homework, we had
PE as the last period, and the instructor loathed my mere existence.
Also, you never knew when the principle would come over and hand you
more things to do, because of which, more often than not, we had to stay back
after school hours.
This time, we were supposed to make paper cut outs for the first graders’ classrooms because they had a ‘Bring your mother to school’ day. I always
hated these days, and anything to do with them.
“Never have I ever
seen someone cut up golden stars with that much hatred in their eyes. You ok
y/n?” My best friend asked me.
“Yeah well, when you
have been personally victimized by your PE Instructor and then have a
‘decorate-a-classroom-for-mothers’ shoved in your face like a big ‘fuck you,
you motherless git’, it sort of sucks the fun out of your peachy day.”
“Whoa slow down there
sunshine. Here, have some chocolate.” She said, handing me a Hershey’s
“Never leave me girl.
What would I do without you?”
“Curl up in the fetal position and sob endlessly.” She said indifferently, as she pulled out a
chocolate for her own self and ate it.
We finished the work sooner than I expected.
“A hundred starts and a double hundred chocolates later, the salty bitches finally emerge victorious!” I
say, stretching my arms and got up.
“Speak for yourself,
Cinderella. I happen to be a sweeter bitch.”
Both of us made out way out. Glad, the headache assigned to
us was over. There were people in the class who looked at us with envy, and
that made leaving even more satisfying.
We were out the school’s gate when it suddenly struck
me, “Oh! I almost forgot, Seungri asked
“WHAT!! And I’m
hearing about this NOW?! I feel betrayed. Did you find someone else to tell
this to? *gasp* Are you CHEATING ON ME?”
“Calm down, you’re
going to go into cardiac arrest. Who else would accept this eternal void of
darkness except for you? I’ll tell you about it later, I want to go home right
now, and sleep in a tub and hopefully drown in there for a couple of days.”
“Gimme a call when you
come back from the dead, or if you die for good, ask Jiyong oppa to do it.
We’ll support each other through the tough time. Then get married and name our
firstborn after you.”
“Gross. Officially too
gross. Oh the mental image. That’s it I’ve been scarred for life. I’m going to
leave and pretend this never happened.” With that I turned, and walked away, already dreaming about essential oils soaking away all the torture I valiantly
withstood today. And honestly, my body ached from head to toe, fingers about to
spasm because of constant use of scissors, legs screaming out in protest, my
eyes watering from the dire need for sleep. I was literally a wreck.
The sky was a dull yellow grey, clouds gradually blanketing all the blue
and the setting sun not making any attempts to put up a fight either. There was
a cool wind sweeping the streets, and weather like this meant a storm was on its
way. A gentle breeze hit me, making me uneasy to the core. Ever since I was a
little girl, I had noticed, on days like this, something always went wrong. And
somewhere inside, that little girl wanted nothing more than to go cuddle up
inside Jiyong’s blankets, because she was scared to be left alone.
Without second thoughts, I broke into a run as soon as I saw
my house up ahead. I desperately wanted to get away from the rumbling clouds,
slowly setting the stage for something more terrible to take over.
As soon I made it through the door, I took out my phone and
called my brother.
“Oppa?” I gasped,
too tired to hide the nervousness in my voice, still breathless from the
“Oppa where-” I was cut off as a large
hand blocked my mouth. I wanted to retaliate, to protest, but my body refused
to respond. Someone hit me on the back of my head, and I fell, barely
conscious. I could feel hot blood drip down my head, as I made out a figure
bending down to pick up my phone.
“G-Dragon, It’s been a
while. I hope you haven’t forgotten me? Not that it matters right now. You see,
I have something you want, and you have something I want. What do you say we
discuss it over tea sometime? If not, then forget about seeing this little
cheesecake again. I can’t say would mind that. I can imagine a few things I
could do with her. When you make up your mind, call me on this number.”
If Jiyong argued, threatened or even yelled at the man, I
couldn’t make out. I knew I had to do something to save myself, and I had to do
I tried to get up from the floor, but my arms betrayed me.
And I fell with a thud that bounced off the walls and drew all the attention
“Knock that bitch out
for the love of God. And put her in the car.”
The last thing I heard was Jiyong’s muffled cry, seethed with
pain and anger, then it all went dark.