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Addicted. {Mafia & Soulmate AU) Part 1

Series: When you’re born, you can’t see a color until you meet the eyes of your Soulmate for the first time. Bangtan is known as one of the most infamous gangs around. This series will focus on the lighter side of things, their soulmates- Well, maybe they’re lighter. Maybe. 

Genre: Angst, Mafia!AU, Soulmate!AU, Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, substance abuse, mature themes, strong language

Word count: 4,085

Summary: Suga, the Stealth and Weapons guy of Bangtan meets his Soulmate with a bang. He’d grown up believing in the idea of finding the person he was destined to be with and won’t let her get away. Even if she’s addicted, he’s determined to help her. He just wants to save his Blue girl.


You were fucked up. You were incoherent at this point, but goddamn did you fucking love it. Getting messed up, doing what you want… it was the lifestyle you had adapted to. As a child, you were the star of your parents lives. Straight A’s, sports, clubs… Everything to the nines as a privileged baby. When you left for school it all changed. You found drugs. You found alcohol. You found a love in breaking rules.

Right now you were cruising down a highway with your roommates. You’d moved off of campus for your junior year into this shitty apartment that you could all barely afford. There were four of you and right now you were all high as fuck. They were just high, but you… you were so twisted. Scotch whiskey never tasted better than on a fall day. They kept going on about the color of your hair today and how vibrant it looked. It was a normal golden brown, but you wouldn’t even know. Your brown was the color of grey.

His blue must have been grey. He definitely had it worse, not being able to see the clear skies or waters that were all around. It was terrible, not being able to see the color of your soulmate’s eyes until you saw them. Some people were denied the most beautiful sights until they ran into their soul mate. You were lucky- it was just a brown. Well, gold. Throughout your life you’d gotten all of the gold medals, but they didn’t really mean too much as they were just a plain grey.

It was all dumb, the way this world worked. Predetermined things deciding your fate… fucking insane.

You were at your high, windows all rolled down, smoking a blunt into the sunset. Throwbacks were blasting through the car as were the sounds of other cars, driving into the distance. You were happy. Laughing, singing. Everything was good. It was always good.

Then there it was. A moment of eye contact as you passed a black van. He had blonde hair and beautiful eyes. It was a brief few seconds, but you saw it. The specs of gold in his eyes that looked bored. He looked out the window to avoid whoever he was with. He was met with your eyes. Met with a fate.


He was intense. Min Yoongi was the most intense man he knew, as chided by everyone around him. Bangtan. The name of his gang that ruled the streets around them. He wasn’t in charge, but he wasn’t to be messed with. He stood almost 5’10 and this month his hair was blonde to throw off the allure that he was Bangtan’s baddest boy.

They’d just come back from a shootout. There were three of them in the car as of now and he sat shotgun while his friend Jin drove and Taehyung sat in the back. They were listening to old school Eminem and the two of them were rapping. They were shitty in his opinion, but he wasn’t in the mood to be vocal.  He just looked out as they passed the other cars, until his attention was drawn away. The first car on the highway to pass them revealed the most beautiful color his eyes had ever seen. Blue.

The world around him changed in the brief moment and suddenly the grey color in the sky was blue. It faded into the sunset, but he saw it. He saw the color of Jin’s jeans and the color of the car in front of them as it sped on by.

“Drive faster.” He demanded.

“What the fuck, dude?”

“Catch that blue car. I can see it. Catch that blue car.” And Jin stepped on it. Tae tried to buckle his seat belt, but instead he found himself struggling and flailing around the car. He eventually got it down.

Your friends were fucking confused. You went on and on about how you saw the color brown now, but they didn’t quite comprehend. None of you thought to try to flag down the other car, but then it hit you. The black van he was in hit your friends blue convertible. The four of you were stunned at first. You flew forward, the windshield broke with your weight being thrown threw it and you felt yourself bleeding. Your friends were both fine and the other car looked okay too. Her car was fine, other than the windshield you shattered. Your eyes dropped to the ground.

Feet were suddenly in view. There were black boots the cut off around the ankles and a pale white hand reached out to cup your face. Now, you could see the sunset. In front of that beautiful sight, was another one. His eyes bore into yours and he studied them. He didn’t pay attention to how hurt you were, he just looked into your eyes. Then he reached out and picked you up. It was so weird, being as incoherent as you were in this life changing situation, but he didn’t even notice.

You guessed he was blaming your state on the crash, but then you threw up on his black boots. Maybe then he got the picture.  You couldn’t even lift your head up to marvel at the new sight, but this was him. He’d understand if you vomited on his shoes. Maybe.


You woke up in a dark room in new clothes. Your body hurt, fuck it really fucking hurt. “Was I kidnapped?” Your broken voice surprised you, but not as much as the other voice in the room.

“No.” It was brash and deep. He sounded- tired. “It’s me- you don’t know me, but… it’s me.”

The light flickered on and he came into view. He wasn’t as tall as you’d pictured him, but he was taller than you. His skin was a milky white and his hair was blonde, but you could almost sense it wasn’t natural. He wore all black, except for his grey socks. Maybe he’d confused them with blue when he put them on; Before he had  met eyes with his soulmate.

You two locked eyes for a moment and he scrunched his nose. His demanding, scary aura faded as he smiled and reached out to rub a fresh cut on your cheek. “Y/N.” you spoke, reaching up to touch his fingers. A vibrant shock flew through both of your bodies, but you kept your hand uptop his.

“Yoongi- But nobody calls me Yoongi. It’s Suga to the rest of the world.” His voice was full of secrets that he seemed full well ready to expose to you. That name seemed familiar and you had recalled hearing something about the nefarious Suga and Bangtan Gang. You never really got involved with that shit, even though it was big in the town you now lived in. Your own life was complex enough without watching people die all of the time due to rivalry and drugs- you preferred to stay out of it.

“What am I supposed to call you?” Your voice was small. All of this was new and the only thing that was set in your moment was that you wanted to throw up again. And get high. You had a problem. Literally. “I’d like to call you Yoongi.”

“That’s fine.” his response was quick, “I’m not going to call you Y/N in front of people. I don’t want them to know your name. I’ll call you Blue in front of people.”

“Suga and Blue?” You couldn’t even make some snarky response because of how ill you felt at the moment. Your head was close to his and his hand was still on your face. You brought it forward to touch your forehead to his. “I don’t feel well.” you whispered.

His face was straight. “Nervous?” he looked prideful.

“No, I’m deprived.” he furrowed his eyebrow, obviously confused. “I- I don’t have a problem.” Classic excuse. “I just need something.” He was still confused, maybe he hadn’t figured out that you were fucked up earlier and that’s why you threw up. He probably thought it was from the car crash. The crash. “Where are my friends?”

“They went back home. We’ve purchased them a new identical vehicle. They’re fine.” He stood up and stretched his back. You guessed he was here for hours just watching you passed out. Maybe making sure you didn’t vomit in your sleep and choke to death within hours of meeting him. “Now, what do you need?”

It almost pained you to say it. You weren’t embarrassed ever except for some reason he was making you seem like you should be. He was in a gang, he dealt with drugs and violence every day. It was almost a surprise how he hadn’t gotten one look at you and know you had a problem. “I’m sorry.” you pulled your legs in close to your chest, biting onto the inside of your lip. “I just need to go- to go home.”

“To that shitty apartment you live in? With too many people, no personal space?” he scoffed and walked over to you, grabbing for your hand. “No. You’re gonna live with me from now on.”

You followed his pull, almost afraid of his harsh words. “No? You’re my soulmate Yoongi, not my keeper. Not my warden.” There was an alarming feeling in the room and he was almost confused. He kept pulling you behind him as he stepped into a hallway.

The walls were full of pictures of him and other boys. You guessed they were the rest of the Bangtan gang. Being on the inside, they didn’t look as threatening as the stories that were told about them around town. They were merciless dealers, hitman, and thieves. Now you were in their den.

“I know I’m not, but listen Blue.” you took note that you were out of the privacy of a closed door and therefore ears were on. “You’re my soulmate and I want you to be protected and not live in a shit hole that’s a step away from getting demolished. You can continue about your daily life, but now I’ll be in it. Probably the rest of Bangtan too. You can stay here with us. With me.” He stopped in front of a door that had Suga scribbled on the front of it, surrounded by cd covers. “This is our room.”

He let go of your hand and stepped back. His eyes watched your hands as they shook and slowly reached for the diamond plated door handle. It turned within your hands as it would come to a million times in the future. Yoongi let you go in alone and he disappeared without a sound when you turned to where he had been seconds prior.

The room was dimly lit already, meaning he hadn’t turned off the lights from whenever he had last been in here. There was a queen size bed off to the corner and the room wasn’t messy, it just wasn’t organized. There was a giant tv in front of the bed and on the other side of the room, there was almost a supercomputer surrounded by papers, cds. Sharpies, pens, and a bunch of different colored post its with scribbles on it.

The room was dark and you couldn’t figure out if you liked it or not. The world that you lived in was crazy. This whole soulmate thing was crazy. When you met your soulmate, it was almost routine to drop whatever was going on in your life and just to mesh with them. This was a lucky situation, the two of you were close enough to make it work and with him forcibly moving you into his life, this could be tragic or amazing. An amazing life with the man with a high bounty. Or you’d die, but that seemed to be a daily risk as of late.

Yoongi had gone to the Bangtan lounge where he’d found the other six members sitting around, discussing his brash actions. None of them were really judging because they’d all decided they would have done the same if faced with the situation. Then they all agreed that was pathetic of them to do, but they’d stick to their guts nonetheless. That’s who the seven of them were, infamous boys who acted before thinking most things through.

“How’d she take it?” Hoseok scooted closed to Jungkook leaving Yoongi room on the couch. He flopped down, forcing everyone to move farther away to make room for their Suga.

“She’s fine, but she keeps mentioning needing something, I don’t want to be invasive and divulge into her personal details, but I’m getting worried. What if she needs some kind of medication or something.” Yoongi was the lazy one of the group, despite how many kills or whatever he had wracked up over the past few years. His intentions were always grand, but it was strange to everyone else how much effort he’d put into this girl. Of course, they knew he was her one and only, they all knew that. Except, they didn’t expect this sort of change especially before barely speaking to her.

“Well, I did a bit of research.” Jimin spoke from the corner with his eyes glued to his phone. He was met with strange eyes. “I didn’t just want to let a stranger into our home with no knowledge. She could be working with the enemy or something-”

“Don’t say that, Jimin.” Yoongi groaned. “She’s my soulmate, you can’t fake that.”

“She’s an addict, Suga. She loves pills, weed, and alcohol. You got yourself a life sentence, not a soul mate.” he chuckled and Yoongi sank lower on the couch. “She’s gonna go through some withdrawal soon, must have also been why she threw up on your shoes. Go check on her, Suga. She’s sick and I guess someone somewhere thought you could fix her.”

The only thoughts that crowded Yoongi’s mind were about how if he had met you sooner he could have stopped this. All he wanted to do was blame himself. Such as if he had made a different turn somewhere, he could have saved you. He would always be full of guilt about not finding you- his soulmate sooner. He believed it was because he always stuck to the shadows when that definitely wasn’t the case. The two of you just never ran down the same path and it was something that should have been more obvious to him.

Meanwhile, you were stopping yourself from throwing up. You hadn’t been this- sober in a while. A lot of painful nights kept flashing in your mind and all you could seem to blame was yourself. There was a lot of wondering about how you wound up this- this pathetic. Relying on all of these illegal things and things to make you forget. Your life hadn’t been too bad, but here you were- suffering.

Yoongi ran into the room out of breathe. Before saying anything, he watched you writhe around on his bed in pain and his face spoke how you were feeling. “I’m sorry it’s me.” you choked out, sniffing up your runny nose. Your eyes couldn’t even look up to meet his, but you know how they probably looked. Disgust was a common thing people saw in you when you ended up like this.

Except when you mounted up the courage to look at him, they read pain. Same as yours. They wanted to help. Yoongi reached out and wiped your tears and wrapped onto of his arms around you, pulling you in tight. He moved around and positioned your hurting body onto his torn up one. The only thing in line of sight were his bare arms, filled with scars and a few fresh wounds. Your shaking fingers ran over them, tracing them up and down.

“Oh, Blue.” he hummed into your ear, flicking his eyes towards the open door. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen worse. I- I want to be here for you and help you. This shit is all crap, but- I know you’re it.” Within a flash his lips were on yours and you suddenly felt numb again. Only for a little bit and then your body was hot.

You kissed him back and the pain you were in floated away, followed by the sparks igniting from the kiss. “You don’t have to pretend.” Was all you kept thinking as the kiss became deeper. He ran has hands through your hair, brushing out the kinks that had formed within it. You pulled away first and you swore you heard a whine at the loss of contact. “I- I have class today.”

School was never truly the first thing on your mind, but maybe it would have to be now. You had begun school majoring in business, but you had quickly changed it to pharmaceuticals.  Was there even a question as to why? It was extremely ironic, but it had caught your eye along with the different things that came along with it. You swore up and down you’d stop the drugs the day you graduated, but it was clear to you in this moment that this was it. You were done because there was no way this guy was going to let you keep pushing yourself closer to death.

His eyes seemed to have seen the world and he wasn’t keen on the idea of letting you end up dead in some street because he gave you some cocaine Bangtan had laying around the home. You untangled yourself from him and woozily stood up. There was a moment before you swayed in your balance, but there he was to catch you. From now on, he’d be there to catch you. Which was good- you seemed to fall a lot.

Your eyes glanced at the large digital clock that was on his desk. “Can I shower? My class is in an hour and a half.” you whispered and reached out to the bed post to support yourself. “Then I can walk to sch-”

“I’ll drive you.” his voice was stern. “And pick you up. Our bathroom is right down the hall.” Yoongi stood up and ran almost like a maniac around the room collecting towels, shower things, and clothes for you to change into. It was so out of character for him to be crazed like this judging by his demeanor that you almost laughed. Almost.

Once he’d gathered everything, he motioned his head towards the door and you backed up to let him lead. “Hold onto the walls.” Yoongi ordered you. The bathroom was at the end of the looming hallway and as you walked by the doors, you heard noises from a few of them. Some held conversations you weren’t keen on listening into and some blasted music or a television show. However, the door next to the bathroom opened as the two of you reached the door.

A lanky man dressed casually in ripped jeans and a white shirt with dark hair had his eyes focused on you. His figure leaned against the door frame and a smirk covered his face. Yoongi didn’t take notice of this other man as he continued into the bathroom, but you had completely stopped. “So this is her?” he spoke and extended a hand to steady your shaking body. “What’s her name?” He didn’t even speak to you, just around.

“Jungkook, don’t you dare fucking touch her.” With a swift motion, Yoongi dropped everything in his hands to the ground and was in between the other member and yourself. His hands held your shoulders and his eyes threw daggers towards the dark haired man who let out a chuckle. “Go find one of your sluts if you want to fucking devour someone, don’t go near her.”

Jungkook kept a malevolent laugh going to himself as Yoongi shuffled you into the bathroom. Once he looked the door, the laugh stopped and the only open door in the home slammed. He picked up all the things he had dropped and placed them onto a shelf, laying them completely neat. “Who was that?” You questioned and sat onto the closed toilet.

“The fucking little shit of Bangtan. His name’s Jungkook and he thinks he can claim whatever the fuck he wants. His fucking beetey eyes were trying to claim you like I wouldn’t fucking notice.” his tone was harsh as he spoke through gritted teeth. “Kid’s a fucking good sharpshoot, but I try not to take him around important people. He wreaks of destruction and sex.” You laughed at the one until Yoongi glanced at you to stop.

“Aren’t you all in a-” your voice turned into a whisper. “-gang.” he rolled his eyes and let out a breathy chuckle as your voice returned to normal. “Don’t you have like some weird dedication to each other and have to- I dunno, care?”

He turned on the water and held his hand under it so he could get it to the perfect temperature. “Yeah, there’s that. That whole thing, but I dunno. Outside of work I tend to stay away from him when it comes to- females. Especially that. Kid’s always in some shit with some bitch he picked up at a bar. I’d risk my life for him though. I’ve done it before. For all of them, actually. Funny how that works.” Yoongi simply shrugged. “I’m gonna go into our room.” A shiver ran through your body as he spoke the word our. “I’ll come check up on you in like 15 minutes? Your school is about a twenty minute drive so that should be enough time.”

He turned away from you to walk out and as soon as his back was turned, you began to lift your shirt. You were still in the same clothes as yesterday and it was disgusting the way they clung to your body. You pulled it off to put it next to the clean clothes he was giving you only to find his eyes on you again. Yoongi cleared his throat. “I don’t want you walking alone around the house- not yet. It’s yours too now, but I need to ease you into the boys. Okay, Y/N? They’ve been in this life for quite a bit and some have mixed reactions about this whole soulmate thing, alright baby?”

Your face was hot as his eyes roamed your body and your crossed your arms to cover your breasts in an instant. “Y-Yep, got it.”

The moment he was gone, you removed the rest of your clothes and slowly stepped into the marble shower. The shower itself was spacious and covered in gold. There was no rust on any inch of it, so you could only infer it may have been pure gold. The water wasn’t too hot, actually. It was around the temperature you preferred. Warm but with a little bit of chill to keep you lucid.

However, you weren’t exactly all there in this moment. As you rubbed the soap over your body, you felt the bruises that were covering it from the car crash. The car crash that he had caused. You’d been ignoring it, but here it was in your face. That just seemed to be the way he was. When he had a goal, he was jet set on getting it and that had carried over.

As you got lost in your thoughts, you didn’t really notice until you slid onto the floor of the shower. You sat for a few minutes before hoisting yourself up and finishing cleaning yourself. You could almost feel the bruises darkening and hurting a bit more, but luckily most of them were in hidden spots. He heard a faint knock on the door almost instantaneously after turning off the water.

“Hello?” you called out, patting yourself dry with the towels he had left for you.

“Blue, I’m ready to go whenever you are.” his melodious tone flowed through your ears. “I have your bag and everything too, alright? I’ll be right here waiting.”

His dedication made you happy. You didn’t know him well- obviously, but the thought of having someone who you’re fated to be with that doesn’t reject it was almost alarming. A lot of people simply rejected the soulmate law. They didn’t want to believe that some weird push and pull of the world was truly controlling their destiny even if the proof was right there.


Author’s Note;; Feedback would be appreciated as I am going to write one of these for each of the BTS members. I’d like to know everyone’s thoughts and such!!

Hoseok’s installment!

Taehyung’s installment!

Jungkook’s installment!

Part 2 

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Uncharted series 

ADDICTED. {MAFIA & SOULMATE AU) PART 2

Series: When you’re born, you can’t see a color until you meet the eyes of your Soulmate for the first time. Bangtan is known as one of the most infamous gangs around. This series will focus on the lighter side of things, their soulmates- Well, maybe they’re lighter. Maybe.

Genre: Angst, Mafia!AU, Soulmate!AU, Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, substance abuse, mature themes, strong language

Word count: 5,384

Summary: Suga, the Stealth and Weapons guy of Bangtan meets his Soulmate with a bang. He’d grown up believing in the idea of finding the person he was destined to be with and won’t let her get away. Even if she’s addicted, he’s determined to help her. He just wants to save his Blue girl.

PART 1


it had been a few months since you’d met Yoongi and the rest of Bangtan and you felt sheltered. You felt as though you were a child again who was locked in a home they were unable to explore or even go outside. Just simply forced to study. Yet again, you were back to where you had escaped from and it was scary. You hadn’t expressed your feelings to Yoongi about it and there really wasn’t a valid excuse as to why. He’d been there for you when you could be, not to say you didn’t do the same.

Almost every night Bangtan was involved in some shit and luckily you’d managed to stay out of it. However, when they got back and any of them were injured was where it got bad. In just the past month alone three of them had come back with assorted bullet wounds. They never went to the hospital as they had Jin, the medic back at home. He was a serious guy a good amount of the time, but sometimes he had a light hearted side towards the other boys but rarely towards you. Yoongi had mentioned once that Jin was weird about Soulmates, but you never really dug up why.

Your encounters with the rest of Bangtan started off monitored by Yoongi, but now you were ‘allowed’ to talk to them alone. Except for Jungkook. Your soulmate didn’t want you anywhere near the Maknae of the gang. The first time he’d taken you in front of them all to introduced you as Blue, he’d almost beat the shit out of the younger. He made some sly comment towards you and in a blur Yoongi had his hands around the other’s neck. RM was the one to break it up.

Four of the members had nicknames in the outside world. I didn’t ask why only them, but Yoongi had nonchalantly said that they were the most well known and with that wanted to be able to go out in public with their names, so they created an alias. There was RM, the leader. RM stood for Rap Monster (For some reason) and the other boys constantly made jokes about it. There was J-Hope and then there was V. Of course, you knew all of their real names, but you didn’t feel like it was truly right for you to use them.

You got along well with J-Hope. He spent a lot of time with you when he wasn’t with his Soulmate. He seemed the happiest of all of them, even though the only one who didn’t seem happy was Jin. He always had this- scowl.

V took time to sit with you when you were crashing and Yoongi wasn’t around. He almost felt like a younger brother to you by this point in you living with them. He was a bit of a creep sometimes with the random shit he said, but you vibed with him a lot. He’d talked to you about your past and completely understood it. He never talked about his own too much but you could only infer that he had some kind of past with drugs.

Now, the semester was ending and as finals came to a close, you could almost feel your mind breaking. All of the parties you knew you couldn’t attend since you were clean now, but also because you were trapped at the home now. Being at school for the last few days was suffering for you as everyone spoke to you. You’d almost shut yourself away from every one of your friends to attempt not to fall back into the life you were living.

Yoongi was normally always on time to get you from class, but he seemed to be running late today. None of your friends ever really questioned who picked you up, just figuring you had a boyfriend now or something and that’s also why you moved out. You’d fought the group of them so that you could wait alone, but one of the guys Jackson wouldn’t leave. He said that this was a late class and it was getting dark, so he didn’t want to leave you there alone.

“Are you sure I can’t drive you home?” he asked for probably the 20th time in the past half hour. You nodded. “I have a full tank, it’s really fine Y/N.” he sighed seeing you repeat the same response again. “Are you coming to my end of the year party? It’s at the house with all of the boys and everyone. And me, I’ll be there.”

“You know I can’t, Jacks. I stopped drinking and smoking and everything- I just need to focus on myself.” You sat on the curb and put your head in your hands that rested uptop your knees.

“Yeah, but that’s during the school year.” He sat next to you. “It’s Summer ba-” He stopped himself. He’d always had the habit of calling you baby girl, but so did Yoongi. Something set you off when your friend had tried calling you it once  Yoongi had begun so you’d asked him to stop. He asked if it was because you had a boyfriend now and you just shrugged. He was such a serious guy, but always so full of questions. “It’s Summer, Y/N. Party with us. It’s gonna be tomorrow night. Since your ride isn’t showing up you could just come over no-”

Almost in sync with Jackson taking your wrist, Yoongi’s black audi had pulled up blasting music. Within seconds he was out of the car and pulling you away from your friend. “Why the fuck are you here?” he yelled towards Jackson, throwing you towards the car only to stop yourself from colliding with it with your hands.

“I go to fucking school here. You’re with this jackass? Y/N, come on. Really? Suga?” Jackson could almost laugh. He attempted to make a movement towards me only to find Yoongi’s fist colliding with his face. He was on the ground, holding his cheek.

“What are you doing?!” you yelled. You’d never yelled at him before. Your blood was boiling from your slight anger and through his intense one.

“If any of you or GOT7 come near her ever again, I don’t give a fuck if you’re in the same fucking class, consider it an official declaration of war from Bangtan.” he spat in Jackson’s direction. “Let’s go, baby girl.”  He opened the passenger seat for you and hurried you inside. You watched Jackson through the window in complete awe as his figure disappeared into the distance.

“He’s in a gang?” you questioned, quickly putting on your seatbelt as Yoongi drove faster than normal. “He was my first friend here-”

“Wang is a fucking piece of shit.” he spat, his eyes focused on the road in front of him as he swerved through cars. “The one day I’m late… And you know why I’m late? Because of GOT fucking 7. Their prick of a leader was going through negotiations with Namjoon and I and basically holding us hostage. This was a fucking set up and I’m just wondering how he knew you were mine.”

You extended a hand to his hair and ran your fingers through it, smoothing it out. That always calmed him down when he was in pain. You trailed them down and began to trace his lips, causing his anger to momentarily subdue into a chuckle. “Maybe it’s because you take me and pick me up everyday, Yoongi. Maybe he recognized the car or spotted you.”

“That must be it. You’re so smart, baby, so smart.” the corners of his mouth perked up as he came to a stop in front of a red light. He put the car in park and leaned over the console to kiss you hungrily. “I wish your fucking school was closer to the house.” He said in between kisses. “I just want to- fuck.” He pulled away and put the car back into drive as the light changed.


Surrounding the entire Bangtan home was a gate which a woman was monitoring. You’d met her a few times and been absolutely delighted by her presence, but knew she had more important things going on. She was Hoseok’s Soulmate and she was as bright as him. Yoongi simply waved and they gate open, tightly clicking closed once we were through. The driveway of the home was littered with expensive cars, trucks, and even a few motorcycles. It was amazing how they were even able to get any of these out from how cluttered it was.

Yoongi was calmed now, but the second the two of you were in the door and faced with Namjoon he heated up again. “I’m not mad, just tell me why Jaebum has called me three times.” The leader’s voice was calm, as always. You began to walk around them, but before you could get two steps away Yoongi grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers together.

“Jackson was at Blue’s fucking school. He was there with her when I got there. Remember how I wrote to you during the meeting that there had to be some motive behind the length? That was it.”

“And?” Namjoon lingered on the end of the word. Yoongi’s lips looked locked as his hand tensed around yours. There was no way he was speaking.

“Suga hit him. In the face.” Your own words surprised you but it was clear you weren’t leaving without them. Yoongi just shrugged.

“Are you joking? Oh, c’mon. We just got on good terms with GOT7 after Kook took one of their girls.” The two of them chuckled within this serious moment then when back to normal. “Just go and apologize to Wang. We need to be on good terms with them.” Namjoon turned away and Yoongi lightly mimicked his speech.  “Hey! I heard that.” his feet stopped and he whipped his head back towards us with his phone glued to his ear. “And you threatened him too? Ahh, I feel like a father. Just fix it, Suga. I’m not taking this lightly.”

The two of you walked back to your room and upon the door closing, he almost tackled you to the bed. He was covering your face in kisses with an attitude you preferred over the angrier one. “Hey, I have a question.” you started and he hovered above you for a moment to nod then went back down. Now, he was lightly sucking on your neck and you couldn’t help except to giggle. “Can I call you my boyfriend?” you expected a stop, but he continued like you hadn’t even spoke. There was no response for a minute and you just sighed.

He pulled away and licked his lips while staring into your pools of blue. “Haven’t you been already? Y/N, I call you my girlfriend if someone asks.” Yoongi rolled off of you and landed to your right, huffing away.

“Yeah?” you felt a tingle in your chest and turned on your side to look at his hair. The roots were growing in now and the blonde was pale. “Can we dye your hair? We. Me. You?” you were flustering yourself as you watched his smile grow. You couldn’t help but jumble your words when he smiled. It was just so damn enticing.

“Yeah, yeah. I was thinking black.” He snaked his arm underneath you and pulled you tight into him. “Is that cool baby?”

“Bangtan’s bad boy takes back his normal hair color.” you teased him. He couldn’t help but kiss your nose as a response.

He liked this personality on you. The carefree lax one. For the first but you were more reserved and didn’t respond well sometimes. However, he never got frustrated with it. With the random sickness and the fits of needing to fuel yourself with everything you once had. He’d held you for nights on end and watched you for hours to make sure you were okay. He just wanted to make sure you were okay and ready to live a new life. A new life with him.

You could almost fall asleep in that moment until you heard a loud banging. “Hey, dickhead!” it was Taehyung’s voice, “Joonie says we gotta go now!” The leader despite being across the house was still loud enough for you to hear him tell the younger to knock it off and hurry up causing you all to laugh. His footsteps scurried off as your boyfriend untangled you from himself.

“See ya.” his kissed your cheek and ran out quickly. As soon as the door was shut you couldn’t help but push your face into a pillow and scream. It wasn’t too loud, but it was what you needed in the moment. A moment of happiness sort of. You stood up and stretched your body. Seeing as you were alone now you changed into a pair of shorts and a large black shirt that you figured was probably his.

As you stepped into the hallway, you really had no idea who was being loud in the kitchen currently. Pans were clanging against each other along with an assortment of “fuck” and other swear words. “Do you need help-” you began before spotting Jungkook and his black eye from whatever fight they’d gotten into last night. You hadn’t really been alone with him. Nobody really wanted you to, but he didn’t seem as threatening as always as you watching him struggle to pick a pot.

“Everyone else is gone right now, even her and them and- I wanted to be nice and make all of them food since I fucked up the raid last night and got the least brutal bits of it.” he pushed his hair back and sighed before letting a light hearted smile onto his face. “Are you even allowed to speak to me? Blue, was it?”

“You know my name.” you whispered back, a bit annoyed at him. “I can help you if you’re not- creepy like always.” he nodded. “Promise?” Another nod.  It was crazy how this guy knew so much about the world, but so little about the basic things. You weren’t quite sure of how much time the two of you had to cook, but you knew they’d definitely be hungry when they got back. Boy, could Bangtan eat.

You ended up making a spaghetti and chicken parmesan with mixed vegetables. Jungkook boiled the water and if you asked for help he claimed he was studying what you were doing for “next time”. While you were cooking you began to believe that him being loud was a ploy to lure out the only other person home to cook for him. He even pretended he had another agenda, but you didn’t really mind cooking. You never got too much of a chance unless you were alone. It was ironic because you did most of the grocery shopping with whoever was available.

About an hour and a half after you’d begun cooking, the boys had returned home. Well, everyone but Hoseok and his girl, so you figured they didn’t leave together. Everyone was untouched except for your boyfriend who only was wearing half a jacket and was pissed off. “Suga, you’re lucky all they did was burn it! Wang is an angry dude, you know? Coulda killed you and Blue over there.” Jimin teased and Yoongi tossed the burned fabric on the younger’s head.

“Ahh, did you make dinner?” he made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around you from the back. “With the brat? Extraordinary.” his voice was full of sarcasm and you could almost hear his eye roll from behind you which everyone greeted with a laugh. “Mmm, it looks so good.” he whispered into your ear and for some reason it made you feel happy. Being surrounded by your soulmate and his closest friends in this moment was making you happy.

The seven of you ate and it was almost weird the way they acted. They’d probably just come from something with GOT7 but not a single one of them mentioned it. They just acted normal and talked about their lives. At this dinner you’d found out everyone had met their soulmate except for Jimin at this point. It was almost alarming how easily he was taking the late bloomer jokes being made about him.

“See! This is the same thing with the height! Suga is only a little bit taller than me and he only met her a little bit before me-” Jimin began to argue

“It could still be years, Jiminie.” Jungkook teased him, hysterical laughing at the antics.

“Only a little bit before me!” his voice was raised as he repeated himself, “You guys constantly tease me for things Suga has like point one more than me in!” At this point everyone was hysterical and almost choking from Jimin’s rant. “Stop bullying me because it’s fun!”

Everyone basically waved him off as one by one they rose from the table to go to sleep or do whatever they had to do. In Jungkook’s case it was to go find some girl to take home for the night and Namjoon said he had to go take care of things before running out. You were in the dark on that one, but you didn’t want to pry there. Once everyone except for Yoongi and yourself were gone from the table, you stood up to start cleaning. Jin normally did it, but since you cooked tonight you offered.

“I’m gonna put some food away for Hoseok and them, okay?” Yoongi nodded and smiled at your sincerity. You packed it up and put it into the loaded fridge. They liked to keep themselves stocked despite only two of them really ever cooking.

“I have a question.” Yoongi began and it was almost funny how he was lowkey making fun of you from earlier. You nodded just as he and you began to collect the dishes from the table. “Do you miss your old life?” You choked on thin air as you slowly walked to the sink to stop yourself from dropping everything. “Do you resent me?” His voice was a bit smaller which made you a bit uncomfortable.

“No- I fell into a life due to my choices and I was stuck in a rut. I never want to get back to that level again.” You didn’t turn to face him and instead began to start the dishes. “Like, yeah. Sometimes I wish I could get drunk for a night or high or even do something else-” you heard a noise come from his throat as if he was forcing the words he wanted to say away. Which he probably was. He was definitely holding his sharp tongue. “But I don’t trust myself at this point in time with those things. Maybe one day again, but not today.”

Yoongi was suddenly next to you and taking the clean plates from the side of the sink to dry them and put them away. “That’s nice to hear.” he kissed your temple and quickly got back to work. “Was it Jackson and them who got you onto that shit?”

“No, not necessarily. The parties probably didn’t help, but it wasn’t them. Don’t try to find another reason to start a fight after you just apologized, Suga.”

“Oh, I hate it when you call me that. It feels so wrong, baby.” You simply shrugged and laughed at his little quirk. You’d always have to call him it when you weren’t behind confined doors despite the rest of Bangtan switching between names. He said that one day you’d be able to call him Yoongi at home, but right now you needed practice for public. He said it was more suffering for him more than you.

As you two finished back and headed to the room, another thought crossed your mind once you were getting changed for bed. “Hey, do the other boys know my name? Like not Blue- my name.”

“No, not yet.” he responded instantly while tugging his shirt off to reveal his defined chest. He could read your face from a mile away as he slipped out of his jeans and crashed onto the bed. “I’m not sure when I’m gonna tell them. It’s not gonna be a secret forever. Probably soon.”

“You keep contradicting yourself, Yoongi.” you sighed as you got changed into a silk pajama shorts set he had bought you. He slept almost naked while you almost always slept in something nice. He insisted upon it just in case something was to happen, but you weren’t quite too sure what that could be with a base as secretive and secure as Bangtan’s.

“I don’t mean to baby. It’s just I have a lot on my mind.” he took you into his arms almost the moment you were next to him. He loved to hold you and just take in your scent for a moment. A good amount of the time Yoongi could be sexual, but he hadn’t pushed you anywhere you wanted to go. However, you liked the moments like these better where you could hear his heartbeat and his light breathing. Then when the breathing would get a bit louder with little snores you couldn’t help except to giggle to yourself. He always almost collapsed atop of you when he passed out but then kept you tangled within him so he could almost assure you were there.


Normally there was no wakeup call, but today you were met with loud yelling. The second it began Yoongi and yourself jolted up. He tossed on a shirt and almost jumped into jeans and slipped on his sneakers then he ran full speed out of the room. It took you a moment to register the yelling, but you quickly followed. It was tough to keep up with him but you were right on his heels as he ran out to the front of the house.

“Oh come on.” Yoongi screamed as he held the door for you before jetting over to the rest of Bangtan who were stood by the gate. “Why the fuck are you all here?!”

You stood a bit behind the boys, but you could clearly see GOT7 on the other side of the gate. As you went to turn around, BamBam with his stupid good eyesight was quick to spot you. “Hey, Y/N!” he yelled and even from behind you could feel Yoongi getting angrier. “I thought Jackson was lying when he said you were with Bangtan. Ya’ know, we’re best pals with ‘em!” You made a sour face and sighed, instinctively sitting onto the ground.

“We’re not here to start any trouble, RM.” Jaebum was calm as always as he put a hand for a shake through the gate. “We just wanted to extend a hand,” he chuckled at the irony as RM shook it to be kind. “For all of you to come to our party tonight. As two of the youngest gangs, it’s only right since we’re on good terms. No other people involved in the mafia will be there. Just a bunch of college kids to celebrate a few of our boys graduating!” his voice was so sincere but seeing them all reminded you a lot of old times.

“Why did you have to show up here to invite us?” Jin snapped.

“Sincerity.” Jaebum smiled.

“Who gave you the address?” RM didn’t seem too angry, just annoyed.

“Ahh, I don’t wanna make you guys fight right before the big party, you know? It’s not too big of a deal, you know where our home is.”  Mark cut in. He always had this smile that made him seem like the baby despite being the older. “So, Y/N? Are you coming? You haven’t been around a lot.”

All fourteen pairs of eyes were on you and instead of a response you just rolled onto the ground as a dog would. “No, I’m busy.” you spoke once you decided to sit up. You were just in awe that this was happening to you at this point and frankly a bit annoyed that they went to this extent. You were friends throughout school and they most definitely didn’t help you when you had a problem. They basically encouraged it even more, but you weren’t about to ever disclose that information.

You watched as Jackson opened his mouth to say something, but Jaebum who you guessed was the leader cut him off. “Alright, sorry for being an inconvenience.” he was smiling now, “See you later, Y/N.” The seven of them waved and Bangtan stood outside to watch until they were off of the property.

“Y/N’s a cute name, Suga. I don’t know why you couldn’t just tell us that.” J-Hope smiled as he extended a hand to help you up. You took it with a sigh and wiped the bits of gravel off of yourself.

“I know it’s a cute name.” Yoongi almost snapped as we went to walk inside.

“They’re literally doing this to tease you, dude.” V spoke so casually and was trying to contain his laughter about it. “We’re on good terms with them, they’re not trying to fuck it up they’re just trying to annoy you that they’ve known her for longer. Y/N. Is it cool if I call you that?” You nodded.

“That’s literally the only reason.” Jimin agreed.

“Literally, shut the fuck up.” Yoongi spat and rolled his eyes, grabbing your arm to follow him to calm him down. You slid your hand into his and began to rub circles with your thumb on his hand.

“Hey, chill.” Was all you could start with once you slammed the bedroom door behind the two of you. Currently he was pacing in circles around the room as you started to get dressed. “You- You can’t let something this trivial like me get to you.”

“That’s the thing, Y/N. You’re not trivial and you’ll never be something low on my list. You’re top tier and then everything else. This just fucks it up. They like to have us on their side because we can kick their asses, but they’re just fucking with me. You just… you’re taking over my mind. All I wanna do nowadays is hold you in my arms and even run away sometimes. You’re fucking with my mind. It was always Bangtan. Bangtan. Bangtan. Now I just see you and your gorgeous smile waiting for me when I come back home.”

You couldn’t help except to blush as you stood pulling a dress over your head. You held it over your face for a few moments to hope the red would die down, but you knew it hadn’t. You pulled the black fabric over your frame only to find Yoongi sitting on the bed with his face in his hands.

“Hey.” you walked over and stood in front of him, gripping his bigger hands with your own. “It’s not a bad thing to care about someone like that. I care about you like that, Yoongi. I care the way you do too.” You could feel your heart almost swell up and you wondered if he felt it too. Normally your emotions were tied together, so you didn’t see why this time was any different.

“I get that, but when I’m out with 500 pounds of coke or in a room with 30 armed guys alone, I can’t be sucking my thumbs thinkin’ “Gee, I wonder what Y/N is gonna wear tonight when I take her out” or “I wonder if she’s asleep yet”. That fucks me up. It could get me killed, you know.”

You could feel bits of pettiness wanting to come out, but you knew he could get angry. Everyone knew of the infamous Suga’s anger and you didn’t wanted to provoke. Except, you may have by accident as you whispered. “I can just leave if I’m an inconvenience.”

“In what fuckin’ world would I want you to leave?” he snapped. You tensed up and he pulled you onto his lap into an awkward position. So you adjusted yourself by wrapping your legs around him. “Don’t think like that, I just gotta figure out a way to get these thoughts outta my head. My brothers and I- Bangtan, we’re in this for a reason. Not just cause we like money- Namjoon’s got a girl. She needs us to do this and I’d like to think that they’d do the same thing if you needed help. If you were hurting my brothers would take care of you. It just sucks that all I wanna do is get you away from this. My soulmate is this baby girl and I’m so fucking in love with her.”

You were at a loss for words as he carried on and involuntarily began to cry. He lifted a hand off of yours and began to swipe the tears away. Yoongi placed a soft kiss on your lips, he knew you preferred those to the hungry ones he normally attacked you with. You looked up into his beautiful brown eyes and studied them for a moment. This man was the man. The one who’s always be there for you and wanted so badly to keep you safe.

“I love you too.” your voice was small as you sniffled and he couldn’t help but laugh at the mess you were turning into above him. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” you repeated it and his chuckles got a bit deeper. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Don’t thank me, baby. It’s my job right? Like it’s yours to take care of me too. Everything you do doesn’t go unnoticed, you know that? I appreciate everything you do for me no matter how miniscule it is. Everything you do… Everything is exponential and extraordinary and I’m so proud of you for putting your past behind you to focus the way you do. It’s almost crazy to me to find someone else to care about. I’ve never cared about you the way I do and you know how big my heart is.” Sarcasm.

“Obviously.” you joked back and lightly hit at his chest. You held your hand there for a moment and took a fistful of his shirt into your hand. You pulled him in for a kiss and he moved on of his hands to the back of your head to deepen it. The two of you pulled away with shy smiles and you placed your forehead atop his. “Now, Yoongi. What do you say? Let’s go out on a date or something?”

“Is this a demand?” he cocked an eyebrow towards you.

“Yeah. It is.”

“What a surprise. I kinda like that. It’s a bit hot.” his voice deepened for a moment before he cleared his throat and lifted you onto the ground. “I’m just- uh- gonna go to the bathroom and then we can get out of here?”

You smiled and sat back onto the bed, rolling over to where you slept. “Wake me up when you’re done.”

“Or maybe I’ll just watch you sleep.” You closed your eyes with his words and couldn’t help except to smile to yourself as he tiptoed out and shut the door behind him.

There was no use in saying you could get used to this at this point because you were there. You were here with him and he was here to make you happy. He didn’t coddle you or even make you feel used in a sense. Min Yoongi the gang member was here to keep a smile on your face while his fist was on someone else’s. And that was something you could handle. Destiny had given you the challenge of him after he fixed he well enough to prepare you for it.

Fate had this weird way of working that when you were at your lowest, you met him. Even if it started off in a bad way, he’d taken you out of the shits and into this other life that could probably end with you dead. But, hey. That’s what you do for family and the people you love.



Author’s Note! Thank you for all of the positive feedback about Addicted! For now, this is the last part. I’m not too sure if I’ll come back here to this particular story in the future, so I left it on a note where everyone can be somewhat satisfied with the ending. Knowing me I probably will lmao im yoongi trash

So, as you may have realized the Mafia Soulmate AU will be a series and each boy will get their own parts! I wrote this particular one super quick because I had this insane muse, but I can’t really give a definite time each of the boys parts will come out. Just know they’re coming!

Anyways, thank you so much everyone!

Hoseok’s installment!

Taehyung’s installment!

Jungkook’s installment!

CONTRARY. {MAFIA & SOULMATE AU} PART 1

Series: When you’re born, you can’t see a color until you meet the eyes of your Soulmate for the first time. Bangtan is known as one of the most infamous gangs around. This series will focus on the lighter side of things, their soulmates- Well, maybe they’re lighter. Maybe.

Genre: Angst, Mafia!AU, Soulmate!AU, Angst, Kind of Fluffy?, Lowkey Smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mature themes, strong language, sexual themes

Word count: 5,906

Summary: There was no such things as Soulmates in Jungkook’s eyes until he met his own and came face to face with you. Could the Golden Boy of Bangtan have been wrong? 


Jeon Jungkook didn’t care too much about most things even if he excelled in them. His only care in the world a good amount of the time was about his gang, Bangtan. Other than that it was mostly when he would get laid next. The parade of random girls to come out of his home was almost a fun game for the other members to count as their faces would disappear forever.

Your skin was smoother than the last girl he had been with. It didn’t click in his head at first that he could now see the color green, but as he watched your eyes bore in his as he was eating you out it went off all at once. You didn’t dare say a word, he was making you moan too much to do so. He wasn’t sure you realized you could see brown now since the room was dark and with his inability to give a fuck, he didn’t say anything on the matter.

As soon as the sex had ended however, he realized you did know. His eyes had begun wondering your room for the color green to study it and he slowly learned things about you. There were medals covering the walls and pictures of friends and family littering them as well. He could infer your life was cookie cutter cute just by looking and as he pulled you against his chest, he heard your small voice speak. “It was Jungkook, right? That’s what the guy yelled before I pulled you out of the bar and we ran here.”

“Yep.” he was still a bit out of breath. For some reason you not addressing the obvious was making him uneasy as ever. He’d seen you talking to Yugyeom from another gang, GOT7 and he always loved to get what the other wanted. He thought of it as a game despite the other’s dismay. “That’s me. Jungkook.”

“Jungkook.” you repeated, your voice airey and cute. He could feel his heart almost flutter every time you spoke. “Kookie. Does anyone call you that?”

He chuckled and ran his fingers through your hair, “Yeah, yeah. My friends do to tease me. It sounds nice from you though.” He wasn’t quite sure why he was playing along at this point. Jungkook had this whole thing about Soulmates. He didn’t truly believe in them. He watched his parents suffer and fight for years despite being them and when they got divorced, he vowed he would have nothing to do with it.

Yet here he was, watching your figure disappearing into the grey blankets that maybe you’d mistaken as brown in the store. “Hey, put your number in my phone.” Suddenly in his hands was a nice phone with a pink case. Your screensaver was you smiling with a bunch of friends at the beach. The more he learned about you, the more sick to his stomach he felt as it churned around inside of him. However, it wasn’t enough to change his ways.

He punched his number in and carefully handed your phone back to you. His gut told him it was the right thing to do, but his brain instantly kicked in. The moment you were asleep soundly, he unlocked your phone with the code he’d watched you put in earlier and deleted his number. Then he left. Jeon Jungkook had no time for soulmates with the amount of affairs he had for himself and along with the Bangtan ones.

At a young age Jungkook was taught not to believe in any of this shit. Colors are colors and love is love. Two separate entities tied together by some fuck who decided it’d be funny to mess with people. The only love he felt (As much as he hated to admit it) was for the rest of the members of Bangtan. His mother was god knows where and his father called him once a month from whatever hell hole he was in, so Bangtan was it for him.


He arrived home at the crack of dawn and was quickly in the fridge. It was mediocrely stocked at the moment and the Maknae of the house had been swiftly avoiding going food shopping for the past few months. He just held it off long enough that someone got sick of it and eventually went. Normally it was Hoseok’s girl who did it and Jungkook had come to see her as a maternal figure. Their relationship made him want to believe in love, but the only thing he felt for that girl last night was heat. He disregarded any form of a spark as something minor even if the passion was alive in the night.  

Jungkook wasn’t too good at cooking and it didn’t seem as if anyone was home that he could guilt into making him breakfast. He settled for some Lucky Charms that were going stale at this point, but he didn’t care too much. There was a moment where he almost ate the baby puffs that lined an entire cabinet, but opted out. He’d get in a lot of trouble if he tried to take his youngest in the house title back in that way.

He ended up eating more than he probably should’ve, but the guilt didn’t eat him alive. He figured that he should probably replace everything he ate, but he knew he wouldn’t. Time had almost slipped away as he didn’t even hear the footsteps of someone waking up to greet him. It was Namjoon, the leader of Bangtan. He greeted the younger with a corny smile which quickly turned into confusion at the fine cuisine that laid in front of Jungkook.

“How lazy are you?” he snickered and took the seat across from him, “You reek like alcohol and I suggest you shower before anyone else gets up.” Jungkook shrugged and continued to stuff his face, almost devouring the entire box of cereal. “When did you walk in?”

“Like an hour or two ago.” he responded after swallowing a spoonful of marshmallow, “Yo, the weirdest thing happened to me last night.” Namjoon twirled his hand for the other to continue. “I met my soulmate or somethin’. You know green’s a really boring color? I thought it’d be cooler.”

The leader of Bangtan choked on thin air. “And then why are you here?” The two made eye contact for a moment. While Namjoon was shocked, Jungkook’s face read disgust. “Oh, your dumb little fuckin’ thing. Dude, c’mon. Just cause your parents lied to you doesn’t mean it’s the end of Soulmate’s for you as you know it.”

“Lied? You think so?” Namjoon nodded. “I don’t give a fuck. I like my lifestyle. No strings attached.”

“Call your Dad and think your shit through, JK. Don’t break this girl’s heart because of your shitty shit. Don’t make her a straggler when you’re completely able to be there for her. She’s healthy and stuff, so give her a chance. I bet when you fucked it was awesome.” He laughed at the last part and left the room.

This little speech should have sent Jungkook into his thoughts, but instead he was focused on the smell that he’d just realized was around him. He made a sour face and cleaned off the bowl, putting it on the side of the sink instead of the dish washer. He heard people moving through the large home and basically sprinted to the bathroom so he wouldn’t have to take their shit about him smelling all day.

Upon entry to the bathroom, he locked the door and pulled a towel out of the cabinet. He placed his phone on the charger that he conveniently left in there and started running the water so it would be hot enough for him to get in. Jungkook was so intent on being annoying in any way that he could that he connected his music to the speakers that lined the walls. It was almost 9 am now so most of the people in the house should’ve been up by then.

His clothes basically peeled off of him but before he could step inside, a thought lingered in his mind about his talk with RM. “Call your dad.” Kept playing through his mind and he simply wondered how Namjoon could know more about his family than he himself. So, he shot his Dad a text asking if they could meet up for lunch today. He hadn’t seen him in a few months, but this definitely wouldn’t be too shady.

Bangtan had been around for about ten years now and Jungkook was 23. He kept in contact with his family to an extent, but he kept them at odds. He never really forgave his mother for leaving or his father for being distant, but somewhere in his deep heart he cared a bit. His childhood home was always toxic and he hated being there.

His father drank a lot and from the tabs Jungkook had been keeping, he was sober now. It’d been a couple of weeks for him and he felt a bit of pride about his father’s state. As much as he had tried to be a good Dad when he was younger, he found home in his friends. He was the youngest of the group and had become friends with them during elementary school.

Jungkook was a popular kid, but everyone has their bullies. One day a bunch of older boys had seen his father piss drunk in the middle of the day and recognized him as Kook’s dad. They were picking on him when his Dad didn’t get him from school and he instead had to walk home alone. Jimin was taking the same route home from school and even though he was shy, he helped the even shyer boy out.

Then after the two got their asses kicked, they became friends. Jimin had been Taehyung’s best friend and Yoongi was Taehyung’s mentor in some school thing from years ago. Hoseok and Namjoon were Yoongi’s two best friends and Jin was best friends with Joon. The seven of them being close just fell into place and the intense family bond they had shone through in any situation. They followed each other aimlessly and thus, Bangtan was created as well.

During his loud shower, Jungkook’s phone buzzed a multitude of times. He ended his shower early because the slight buzzing he could hear through his music was annoying him to no extent. He always managed to get ticked off by the simplest things and as of late his tolerance for such things was depleting

He patted himself off and wrapped the white towel around his waist. He had some fear of getting any kind of water on his electronics even though he was extremely dumb about them. He constantly had drinks around his super computer in his room and speakers lying around the pool and his phone was always in places it probably shouldn’t be.

His father had texted him a multitude of times, extremely excited about Jungkook reaching out. Kook just rolled his eyes at the emojis and exclamation marks, but a little part of him was happy that his father was getting better and actually cared.  The little part of him that wasn’t concerned about the meeting he had tonight for new weapons with Big Bang.

They’d agreed to meet up at a restaurant near his father for lunch in about an hour and a half which meant Jungkook had to leave soon. The new place he was living was a lot further from the Bangtan Base and he knew he didn’t want to be late. He needed to know why his leader knew more than him. Allegedly.

Jungkook was a simple guy when he wasn’t trying to pick up girls. The basic white shirt and black jeans combo was what he normally went for. Today he paired it with a double pierced hat and sunglasses to mask his tired eyes. He’d slept a bit with you the night earlier, but it wasn’t enough for him.



The bed was emptier than it had been a few hours ago and upon waking up you sighed at the sight. You figured he was too good to be true. Jungkook. Your soulmate had been lying next to you hours ago and now he was gone without a goodbye. He seemed distraught upon the awakening, but you couldn’t exactly depict why. It picked at your brain as you got ready for work, but you decided not to let it bother you.

After coming to that conclusion, you continued to let it piss you off. What the fuck could you have possibly done wrong to make him erase himself? Literally fucking nothing. The night was pretty magical in your eyes and the sex was amazing, if anything. The sparks that protruded around the room as you moaned his name into the night had you excited about the future, but now it was nothing.

It simply played through your mind as you showered to get ready for work and you just got consecutively angrier. Meeting your soulmate was always something you had looked forward to in your life. Everyone around you was happy and in a relationship basically and you were constantly teased for your lack there of. Most people had found their soulmate before their twenties and here you were at 23, alone.

So, you did the next best option. You slept around a lot but vowed to stop once you found him. Now, you weren’t too sure about that. Once you got out of the shower you even discovered that he had removed his number from his phone and you couldn’t help but to feel like pang of pain hit again.

Before you left for work, you checked your mailbox with the usual bills downstairs. Except, there was a note inside of the box. It was a handwritten note on a napkin that had the logo of the bar you’d stayed at the night before on it. “I’m here for you next time.” it was written with semi nice handwriting and sighed, “Yugyeom” with a heart and a phone number next to it.

The thought that he had followed you and Jungkook back to your place didn’t even cross your mind as you texted him “Haha, the note was cute.” It was still fairly early so you didn’t exactly expect a reply, but as you got into your car to drive to the office building you worked in, your phone vibrated. “Says you.” It read and you could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

Last night, you’d spoken to the two boys together for a while before heading to the bathroom. When you’ returned, Yugyeom was gone and Jungkook was just the right amount of hot to take you home. You weren’t quite sure why you hadn’t made eye contact before that intimate moment, but you wished you had so you weren’t completely asleep when he left. The thought that he may not have even slept with you crossed your mind as well, so you were happy it didn’t happen back at the bar. The sex was probably some of the best you’d ever had.


Jungkook found himself sitting at the restaurant alone about twenty minutes after his father and himself had decided to meet. He decided to take the time alone to talk to all of the female staff that seemed to be making eyes at him. He knew he was attractive and so did the rest of the world.

He sat twirling a fork in one hand and his other was draped over a chair as he just made eye contact with everyone to pass by his table. Almost each woman stopped and asked if he needed anything, but they made sure to check if he was waiting for a date or not. He laughed off the notion and simply winked, telling them he was fine each time.

His father walked in right on queue at the half hour mark when Jungkook was debating walking out. He apologized profusely for the wait and blamed it on the traffic. He offered to pay for the meal to make up for it, but his son shrugged off the notion and said he could take care of it. After all, when you’re in one of the best gangs around loads of money tends to be one of the perks.

“So, what is it you want to speak about?” They had held small talk, but when the food had arrived his father cut right to the chase. He may have made some poor choices in the past, but he wasn’t slow in this sense. He knew his son. Well, he used to.

Jungkook was somewhat taken back by the direct approach and simply couldn’t decide which question to ask first. On one hand he could be blunt and ask why he could have possibly lied and on the other he could beat around the bush and ask why he was speaking to Namjoon. There was no question to which he would choose.

“Did you lie to me? Is mother not your soulmate?”

His father’s face sunk at the accusation and he immediately put his fork down to make eye contact with his son. “No, she isn’t.” Jungkook’s face fell. As much as he was forced to hate the idea of soulmates, he hated liars even more. “We were going to tell you the truth but then that bitch-” he caught himself as his son’s face  changed at the mention of his mother. “She left and I just wanted you to hate her. I wanted you to fucking hate her, but I didn’t mean to make you hate love. I was so trapped in my own shit I didn’t consider you. I apologize.”

“Then why the fuck are you talking to Namjoon about this and not me?” he snapped and slammed his hands on the table, breaking the vase of flowers that sat between them. His force caused all of the things on the table to jump and move.

“Kookie calm down-” his father tried to console his son as his face heated up, but they both knew he was past the breaking point.

“Don’t fucking call me that!” he was screaming now and the low keyness he held before was completely out the window. He threw the money for their meals onto the table and stormed out, his father at his heels. “You don’t get the right to after ruining a portion of my life! I forgave you for my childhood and lack of! This is something that I so sinfully threw out the fucking window and now I hurt the girl that I’m suppose to-” his voice broke as he neared his car and his emotions flooded through his entire being. “The girl I’m supposed to love! You didn’t get your happy ending and you just ruined mine.”

He unlocked his car and slammed the door, but his father stood right outside. “She died, Jeon Jungkook! My soulmate died and so did your mothers! Stragglers sometimes find a haven in each other, but this didn’t work and you can’t blame us for not working!”

The enraged man slightly rolled down the window as he back out of his spot and briefly held eye contact with the other. “Don’t speak to anyone in my life or I’ll ruin yours. I’ll destroy it more than you already have.”

Then he was gone.


He drove for hours before stopping. It was forced since he his car gas light was on. He recognized the area around him that he went to in his haze and it was near you. The apartment you two had been in together hours ago and the apartment he left you in. Instead of going to a gas station he pulled into a spot in front of the building and his long limbs walked him to the locked door to wait for your green eyes.

There was a chance you could be inside and there was a chance you would just run right by him, but even the small bit that he could apologize mattered. He didn’t want to end up like his father; A liar who couldn’t atone for his sins until he was approached. He didn’t want to be like his mother; A woman who just left the son she’d given raised for the past years.

Jeon Jungkook wanted to become his own person and that meant fixing his attitude. He’d blown off the weapons trade and turned off his phone to do so. If Bangtan wanted to find him, they’d be in his face within moments. They knew he was lost in his thoughts and had to find his way out alone.

It wasn’t until your green eyes were focused on another’s red hair as you approached the door. He store up with half lidded eyes as he watched you walk towards your apartment with none other than Kim Yugyeom. There was nothing happening between the two of you other than laughter, but Jungkook thought he knew better. No. He knew that fuck from GOT7 better than you ever would.

This was all apart of his game. All the other wanted was what Jungkook himself had, but you weren’t willing to give it to him. You didn’t know anything of their rivalry and just wanted a friend to spend your day with. Your plan was to watch some movies, while Bangtan’s finest knew about the other intentions in the red heads mind.

“Are you fucking joking?” Jungkook took long strides over and shocked you, causing you to jump behind your newly found friend.

“You vanished.” your eyes began to well with tears from the sheer emotion that your soulmate was displaying. You weren’t scared or anything, but you could just feel how hurt he was. How something was wrong.

“Well, I’m here to apologize.” his voice was sincere as he attempted to dodge around the taller to make the ever fated eye contact with you.

“And how do we know that for sure?” Yugyeom was testy and easily ready to take matters into his own hands to get what he wanted. GOT7 and Bangtan were currently on good terms, but Jungkook was ready to blow it all to make it up to her. Whoever she was, she was his soulmate and he wanted to learn more.

Jungkook met your saturated eyes and you could almost pass out from the intensity being lit in the area. Between you and him and between the two men you were with. “She knows.” Jungkook’s voice was strong, but you could feel the vulnerability within it and nodded. Yugyeom scoffed and his friendly facade faded back into his fuckboy one.

“Yeah, whatever.” he waved the pair of soulmates off and strode away with no other words. The lack of confrontation was unheard of, but there was probably some ulterior motive. Most likely Jaebum ordered him not to start unnecessary shit. Again.

“Why are you so upset?” you asked, quite unsure of why you were doing so. Yes, Yugyeom had made you feel better about the situation in a way. He’d told you that Jungkook was just some lonely boy from the rich side of town who always got what he wanted. It wasn’t necessarily true but it made you feel better about being ditched. Your question was followed by a brief mumble to yourself saying, “Why do I even care…?”

Jungkook ignored your latter comment and took the kind opportunity to walk over to you and wrap his arm around your waist. Some little thing inside you couldn’t find the anger you’d previously held to push him away and instead let the two of you into your building. “We can talk when we get upstairs.” he stated and held the door open for the two of you to walk through.

The walk upstairs was silent, but you could just feel the raw emotion emitted from his entire being. His touch was directly emulating the feeling towards your kind soul and you couldn’t help but want to make him feel better. Being someone’s soulmate was a big deal in your eyes and if he was willing to get passed what he’d done, you’d consider it as well.

A dark thought of if he did this right away, what was he capable down the road loomed in the back of your thoughts. The only thing scaring it away was the sheer desire to be loved by someone who was fully capable to do so. Who was destined to love you.

His eyes watched your every motion as you unlocked the door and quickly shed your shoes and coat to become more comfortable. He repeated your actions, already feeling at home. You made your way over to the couch and both took a seat. You attempted to create a space in the middle, but he wasn’t having it. He’d wasted all this time already that he couldn’t waste anymore.

There was a long sigh before he began to speak and anxiety rode high within it. “My parents-” he sighed again and began to tap his fingers along his own thigh. “I’m sorry for leaving you without a word.”

“And deleting your number.” you butt in, attempting to ease the tension with a light tone. “How’d you get into my phone anyways?”

“And deleting my number. The last part- is another time. I’ll tell you later.” you opened your mouth to speak again  but as he sighed you decided to hold your tongue. “I grew up my entire life thinking that this whole soulmate thing was a waste of my time. It was nothing personal to you and as I talk, I want you to slowly understand that you did nothing wrong last night. You were perfect.”

A light pink blush tinted your cheeks and you stood up, facing away from him. You glanced at him for a moment as you walked over to the kitchen behind the couch. “If it’s going to be a long story, we may as well have food and drinks. I’m starving and I can hear your stomach through your tears.”

“I haven’t cried.” he was quick to fend himself some from casual playing around. He just shot a smooth smile towards you and cleared his throat to continue. “My parents had gone on and on about how they were soulmates, but today I found out they lied to me. That’s the only way I can put this, truthfully. I don’t have much of a conscious left on me anymore and that’s mainly due to my line of work but you were just fresh on my mind in a way. It wasn’t like your naked body under mine was stuck in my thoughts or the way my name sounded from your pretty pink li-”

He shut off his thoughts about last night upon noticing embarrassed look your face gave and cleared his throat again as you stepped over with a bowl of doritos and soda. “Anyways, I didn’t want you to be upset. The image of you waking up alone this morning played through my head and god damn I wish I would have known sooner so maybe I could have been there.”

You tucked your knees into your chest and leaned against the opposite arm of the couch from him as he inched closer to rest his hand on your knee. “So you just want me to forget about it?” you held back the automatic intention of wanting to roll your eyes and instead just made eye contact with his glimmering ones. “Jungkook-”

“I love the way you say my name.” he interrupted and leaned above your legs towards your face to ensure that he could study the color within your orbs. “I loved the feeling that ran through my body just now. An overwhelming feeling of- love. I think it’s love. I don’t get too much of it outside of my ga- my friends. It’s a little foreign in this sense, but I felt it. I know you did too.”

Words weren’t really able to be formed in this moment and instead you held the eye contact that sparked your entire reason to speak to him. The feelings ran rampant in between the two of you and it was almost predictable that within the same moment you’d both lean in for a smooth kiss. You dropped the guard you had up (and your legs) and embraced the man who was hovering above you, lips connected with your own.

The kiss from a view was nothing special, but for the two of you there was a connection. He was trying to be genuine and make up for what he had done and it was apparent to you that anything to do with intimacy was his way of showing it. His lips were chapped and a bit rough, but it didn’t bother you in the slightest sense. You let your body relax as he completely moved over you, legs on both sides.

The kiss stayed sweet until he pulled away and began to place smaller ones down your body. The memories of last night flashed within both of your minds as he trailed his lips down your face and neck, stopping around the slight amount of cleavage that was exposed. Before anything else happened, he stopped and moved off of you.

Jungkook thought there would be more of a shock factor from the sudden break, but as little as you two knew, you were slightly in sync. He took his seat back on the couch and moved your body onto his to keep the skin on skin alive in his own mind.

“Why do you-” you sighed and he laughed, thinking of the many he’d just partaken in. “What is your job that you’re so cold?” you took the brief silence to move off of his lap and next to him again, much to his dismay.

“My job?” he let out a small chuckle and his eyes darted to his shoes that were kicking the carpeted floor. “What’s your job?”

“I work in an office in a tiny cubicle in the city. It’s nothing special, but it’s never what I thought I would amount to.” he turned his face towards yours and cocked his head to the left side as a question as to why. “I was an athlete when I was younger, you see. I was a freestyle swimmer, but I hurt my shoulder and was told I was no longer able to continue. At that point I was 19 and my life felt over. All my friends had careers and were with somebody- so I gave up on a career and took this job, hoping my Prince Charming would whisk me away.”

Your body language had changed as you spoke, now more droopy and closed in. As much as the past was the past, it still affected your present. It clouded your thoughts on the dark days and was a constant reminder that you were in a rut currently. As happy as your were with your beach days and nights out, you were alone. Hopefully that was over.

“Well, I’m no Prince Charming.” he slung his long arm around your tight shoulders and raked you closer to his body. “But I can try as hard as I can to give you some kind of happy ending. There’s a lot of things that I- I have going on in my life and within a day of knowing you I’ve blown it off. My job is an all of the time job, but because of that you can quit. You don’t have to work as long as I’m alive.”

You’d found yourself rested on his chest and your fingers were dancing across the fabric covering it. His breathing slowed as you looked up at him again after his words with a shocked face. “What do you mean? Jungkook, what do you do?”

He could feel his normal attitude shifting with just the tone of her voice and he knew as much as he was previously against it, he could see himself throwing so much away from her. She was the opposite of everything the Golden Boy had built himself up to be. She was pure and kind, but broken. He could sense she would drop anything for someone he cared about and he wanted to aspire to be like that. Instead, he was dangerous and everything she wished she could be.

“I’m in Bangtan.” with those three words, the scars she’d noticed last night made sense. The fresh ones and the ones that were faded all made sense. As you spoke of such dangerous matters, you position didn’t shift and instead you found yourself further inclined to be close with this man.

“Yugyeom too?”

“He’s in a different gang- Are you okay with hearing this? I’ve had friends whose girls have freaked the fuck out at the mention of the mafia and you’re just asking questions?” a chuckle slipped through his mouth and he kissed the top of your head. “God I wish I wasn’t so fucked up last night, I’ve lost some precious time with you.”

“Am I going to be safe?”

You felt his grip on you tighten and he just nodded. You knew from the slight breeze moving your hair without even looking. “I’ll make sure of it- but I want you to come home with me tonight. Everyone’s going to be mad at me, but I want to show them the gorgeous girl I ditched them for.”

“So I’m your scapegoat?” you couldn’t help but to laugh in the moment and he joined in as well.

“Ah, it’s partly that, but I don’t know what Yugyeom is going to do with the information you may have slipped tonight. He knows you’re my soulmate?” you nodded. “And where you work?” A predictable nod. “Then you’re definitely coming over tonight. As much as I like to pride myself on being the best in Bangtan- I’m definitely not the brains.”

“You’re the muscle pig.” you whispered, but he laughed at the words that breezed by his ears. You stood up and left him on the couch to go and pack a bag. There was something strange about the way you were acting. It was so unlike you to jump along into a foreign land you’d only heard about for a brief moment.

Before this, your whole life was built on paying it safe. You were good at swimming? Keep going. That got fucked up? Take the safe route and work in an office until someone comes along to make you their little housewife waiting at home. While that certainly wasn’t this situation, you found yourself playing into it as if you’d prepared your entire life for this moment here.

There were no calculations you found yourself acting upon and no regulations you had to follow. You most certainly hadn’t tried it, but this could be true love. The act of following so blindly. All you could feel was the danger lurking ahead, but you weren’t afraid. You weren’t alone this time.

“Y/N.” he spoke your name as the door to your bedroom was almost shut with you on the other side. “I’ll be right here when you get back. I promise.”


Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Now you get you know all about Jungkook too! Kind of. I hope you enjoyed this and I wanna say a big thank you for reading and following this series if you have been. I’ve been having some trouble writing it, but I’m enjoying it none the less. Please let me know what you think whether it be messaging me or replying to this! I’d love to know your thoughts and answer any questions.

Have an amazing day & expect more soon. 

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