motel ‘97 - 04
➵ pairing: jungkook x reader
➵ genre: mafia au, angst, fluff, smut.
➵ warning: violence, crude language, read at own risk.
➵ word count: 4K+
Numb. Numb was the only feeling I had. Physically and mentally. It wasn’t too long until the pain slowly faded into what seemed to be a thousand jittery motions until it was far gone. The chafing on my wrists and ankles were sure to leave red marks. The rough brittle rope cutting into my skin. My head hung low, facing the floor. Eyes closed. Not like I was able to open them either from bruising. Deep shades of blue and purple painted across my left eye. I could make out very dull light peering through my lashes that came from the dim lamp above. Red was the only color I could see. Just red. Nothing but red. What an awful color it has become.
Ignoring any and every stare he received, he continued down the halls. The sound of his bare feet hitting the concrete floor, following a pattern. He quickened my pace as he turned the corner and was met with the same long, dim, and eerie hallway Taehyung dragged you down hours before. He wasted no time, sprinting down the long hallway. He slowed his pace as he approached the door. Above it, spray paint of Taehyung’s name. The cold metal door was surely not inviting in the slightest bit. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he walked down the small set of stairs and he rested his hand against the door, the other on the knob. He wasn’t sure if he could do this. What was he going to find beyond this door? Were you dead? Were you still alive? Did Taehyung take you somewhere else? He thought of a million different scenarios.. None of them ending well for not only you, but him as well. He took a deep breath before slowly pushing open the door, the small creak it left behind, startling him. He was on edge. It was a whole new atmosphere just within these 4 walls. The dark room. Dim lights. Blood covered walls and tiles. It felt so wrong. Sure, he wasn’t new to the concept. He had killed before. He had tortured before, but not like this. Not like this at all.
His mouth fell slightly agape as he took in your presence in it’s entirety. He was panting from quickly sprinting down the hallway and the adrenaline rush catching up to him. All he could hear was his breathing. You showed no signs of consciousness. Red liquid pooled at your feet, several bruises and blood soaked bandages that hung loosely to your frame. Your shirt ripped, hanging off your shoulder and shorts out of place. Please tell me he didn’t touch you.. He balled his fists at the horrible thought. He felt sick. His hyung did this? Taehyung was capable of this? He felt truly terrible. You shouldn’t be here. It was his fault and he was sure he messed up. Bad. He let out a shaky breath before he took a small step towards you and the chair. He didn’t know if you were alive. You weren’t moving at all. He was scared to know. He searched desperately for the rise and fall of your chest but he couldn’t see it. “Y/N..?” He stammered. No response. “Y/N..” He tried again. Still, no response. He approached further. He knelt down in front of you and took in the extent of your facial injuries. He squirmed, the image displayed in front of him making him uneasy. Dried blood had leaked down onto your lip, the source being your nose. You had a busted lip and swollen eye. He felt disgusted. Even so if you were of any harm to them, you didn’t deserve this. There were other options. This shouldn’t have been one of them. How could Namjoon let him do something like this? Especially to a woman! ‘She could still be of use to us.’ Jungkook recalled his words. But how? Not anymore.. Not like this.
“Y/N Ahh..” He worried. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear so he could view your face better. You let out a small squeak and tried moving away from his touch. “Y/N?” He perked up almost instantly. He placed his thumb at the bottom of your chin, turning your head slowly. “Please..” You whispered. “Please don’t Taehyung..” You begged. He shriveled up inside at your words. It hurt him. “No Y/N.. It’s not Taehyung. It’s Jungkook…” He murmured. He watched as you slowly lifted your face, fully exposing your injuries to the light. “Jungkook..?” Your voice so small and weak, conscious fading. All you could make out was blurs of colors on the floor and walls. “Yeah.. It’s me. Look I’m gonna take you back to my room okay?” He comforted. He tried pulling at the ropes and they were tight. He could see the red marks left on your skin. You tried protesting but all that came out was nonsense. Your head fell forward and he feared for the worst. “Y/N??” He panted. “Y/N?!” He called again. His hand flew to your neck to check your pulse. It was weak. “Shit..” He scrambled up and began cutting at the ropes that held you down to the chair. “Y/N just hold on..” He fretted as he cut through the ropes at your ankles. Your figure slumped forward as the ropes slid off. Jungkook was quick to catch you before you hit the floor, covering his hands and forearms in blood. And not just anyone’s blood. Your blood.
He watched your figure closely. The steady rise and fall of your chest as you laid still in his bed. Your fingers occasionally twitching. Your eye, along with your other bruises were improving quickly which was great. You had been out for about a day and Jungkook promised himself to take care of you till he could get you out of this mess. He eyed over your broken frame and let a sigh escape his lips. He knelt down next to you and brushed the hair out of your face. “Y/N. I’m truly sorry. I promise I’ll get you out of this mess.” He concluded, standing up and exiting the room.
Silence and bliss. Wind blowing through your air. The warm sun kissing your skin. The feeling of the soft and lush grass beneath your bare feet. It feels so nice.. but…Was this it? Am I dead? It feels so real. Standing in a vacant field with nothing but a white dress and him. He was here too. And god did I love him.. But, why was he so far from me? Standing what seemed miles away. But I could still see his face clearly. He seemed so distressed? Why is he yelling at me? And why can’t I hear him? Why can’t I hear anything? I knew it was too good to be true. Why is he waving his hands around and pointing? I furrowed my brows and turned around slightly and was met with Taehyung’s face, mere inches from mine, barrel of a pistol resting on the center of my forehead. My face dropped. His haunting smile, wide eyes glaring into mine. His finger snaking up the gun and resting firmly on the trigger. “You just need to tell me Y/N!” He smiled ear to ear. His voice suddenly becoming the only thing I could hear. Echoing over and over. “Save the tears Y/N. You’re a big girl…” He voiced slurred as he pulled the trigger. Everything happening in slow motion. Your head jerking back violently, your entire body collapsing on the ground. Your once white dress, becoming a dark crimson. And all you thought of was him.. All you could think of was him. Just him..
You shot up, tears in your eyes, clutching onto your shirt. You frantically looked around and nothing matched your previous surroundings. This wasn’t your room. The black bed sheets, the bed was pressed up against the wall in a corner, the black jeans and shirts tossed carelessly on the floor. You quickly threw your hands out searching for anything you could grab. There sat on the dresser, a pistol. You immediately threw the sheets off your bruised and tattered body and quickly made your way towards it. Regretting moving so quickly at once, searing pains shot throughout your body. Blood soaking into the new bandages placed on your body. A sharp scream following. But wait.. When did I get bandaged? When did I change clothes?! Your old bloody white shirt and shorts now changed into loose grey sweatpants and a new white shirt… Did Jin get me? Is this Jin’s room? A million thoughts pushed aside as your only focus was on reaching that damn pistol. You limped over, nearly tripping in the process and slammed your side into the dresser, gripping the pistol tightly. The knob to the door turned and you immediately threw the gun up to point at whoever was attempting entry.
Your hands trembled, tears clouding and impairing your vision. The door flew open and there he stood. He jumped back at the sight. You, clutching a gun, pointed directly at him. Tears running down your face, hands shaking violently. “Woah woah Y/N..” He raised his hands. Your lip trembling as tears fell freely your cheeks. “Put it down.. I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise. You’re safe here..okay?” He lowered his hands as he slowly approached you. You stood frozen, eyes still glaring straight ahead as he placed his hand over yours, removing the pistol from your fragile hands. You let your hands slowly fall to your sides. Jungkook stuffed the pistol in his waistband and went over to shut the door. “Why am I here. Who brought me here?” You asked. Jungkook ignored you, tossing his keys down on his desk. “Jungkook don’t fucking ignore me!” You pushed at his shoulder and he visibly winced and moved back, letting out a small groan. Your eyebrows furrowed at the sight. You took a couple steps back. “Sit down, we need to change your bandages and you need your insulin.” He addressed. So it was Jungkook.. He was the one who bandaged me. Which also meant he changed my clothes. You shuddered at the thought of being so vulnerable to him. “I can do it myself.” You declared. “No. You need stitches. The bandages were temporary till I could get the proper supplies.” He said walking out of his bathroom, a bin of medical equipment in his hands. “What about Jin then..?” “Isn’t he the doctor..?” You questioned. Was I really supposed to just trust him? Why could he do this if Jin couldn’t..? “He can’t help. He’s not allowed to go against Namjoon’s orders.” Jungkook informed as he pulled out alcohol wipes, needles and thread. “Please just let me help you.” He didn’t feel like arguing. He bent over to set the materials on the floor while you sat at the edge of his bed. “But..” You started. “Y/N.” He snapped. Why did you have to be so difficult? He thought. You closed your mouth and sat in silence.
He slowly kneeled down clutching his side. You caught on pretty quickly and questioned it. “Why are you holding your side like that..” You gulped. “Don’t worry about it.” He hissed. He was clearly in pain. “Jungkook.” He looked up at you and stood slowly. You watched intently as he lifted his shirt. Welts and bruises covering his torso. “What happened?!” You sympathized. “Namjoon.” He said throwing his shirt back down. “Namjoon? He did that?” You were confused. Why would he do that to his friend? “He didn’t want me helping you.” Jungkook bluntly responded, kneeling down again. “Plus you have it worse. You shouldn’t be worried about my injuries. Yours are far worse.” He scoffed. You felt bad. But.. why did you? He’s the one who got you in this position in the first place. But even so, he’s still choosing to help you.. And that bit of him you could appreciate.
Your thoughts were interrupted when Jungkook called out your name. “Y/N?” “Huh? Oh what sorry..” You mumbled. “I need you to take off the sweatpants.” He announced. He worried at the response this would cause you. He still didn’t know the full extent of what Taehyung did.. “Oh. Uh right…” You slowly pushed yourself off the bed, letting a small hiss escape as the friction of the bandages hit your wounds. You untied the drawstrings and slowly let them slide down your legs. You felt very uneasy at this idea but there wasn’t much you could do anyways. They pooled at your feet as you sat back on the bed. Jungkook pulled them off your feet and tossed them somewhere behind him. You placed your hands in your lap trying to cover your legs as much as you could. “This is going to hurt for a second okay?” He affirmed. You just nodded as he undid the bandages on your legs and thighs. You winced as the fresh cuts met the air. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly. “The ones on your arms aren’t as deep. They don’t need stitches but we still need to change them.” You just simply nodded again. Jungkook reached over and grabbed the alcohol wipes and needle and you tensed. He placed his hand on your upper thigh, a bit too close for comfort and you shifted. He noticed and moved his hand lower, mumbling a quick ‘Sorry..” Bad move. He paused, before looking back up at you. “Uh.. He didn’t touch you.. Right?” He prayed he didn’t. You hesitated for a moment. “..No.” You responded, not daring to look up and face him. “Y/N…” “He didn’t Jungkook.” You finished. Jungkook just nodded..
You waited as he sanitized the needle and grabbed the thread. You didn’t have much of fear of needles but pain was not something you could tolerate for long periods. “This is gonna be the painful part. It won’t hurt so much after the alcohol because it will be numb. Okay? If you need me to stop, let me know.” Jungkook looked up into your eyes awaiting your consent. “O-okay..” You were terrified. But it was either this or bleed out.
Jungkook finished the procedure quite quickly. He was pretty skilled with the needle and thread, claiming Jin taught him how when he needed stitches himself. He cleaned the dried blood off your arms and replaced them with ointment and new bandages. You pulled the sweatpants back on and carefully sat at the edge of his bed while Jungkook cleaned up. You sat quietly with your hands in your lap and watched him pack up the last items. He was quick to catch on to your staring. “What?” He mused. Your eyes followed his. “Why did you do it?” You quietly asked. “Do what?” He paused his actions and turned to face you. “Why did you take me out of the basement and help me.” You burst out. He walked into his bathroom, nudging the door open with his foot and setting the bin down on the sink. He walked back out and shut the door behind him. You still looked to him, waiting for an answer. “I messed up.” He responded. “Badly. And I’m terribly sorry Y/N.” He sat down on the opposite end of his bed. You stayed silent. “Things aren’t going to be able to go back to normal.. Not after Namjoon got involved and I’m truly sorry.” He looked to you. You still didn’t understand. Why did everyone treat you like a child here? “Can I ask you something?” You turned your head to face him. “Yes?” “What is this place? Why am I here? Why did he… why did he do this..?” You choked up on your words at the thought of Taehyung. “Y/N.. We are bad people. Very bad people. And I can’t promise you that after you hear this, you will still feel safe near me.” He sighed, tapping his fingers against his thigh. “Tell me. Please Jungkook.” You pleaded.
“Mafia. We’re mafia.” He admitted. “Namjoon took me in. My parents followed the Mafia path as a lifestyle which is why I ended up here. Trust me, if I could change anything, it would be to get out of this shithole lifestyle. And I now dragged you into it.” He ranted. You stayed silent. “My parents were bad people. Got caught up in the game and way over their heads. They were assassinated when I was younger by an opposing group. I was left alone and my brother was out all the time. Nowhere to be found.” He paused. “But Namjoon.. He took me in. Gave me an actual home. I grew up with him and Taehyung.” You tensed at his name and Jungkook noticed. “I didn’t really know what I was getting into. That was until Namjoon killed someone in cold blood in front of me.” Jungkook balled his fists. Remembering the incident like it was yesterday. The pistol.. His pleads for help.. “His name was Jimin. He was a close friend of mine and.. Him.” He rephrased to avoid using Taehyung’s name. “I never forget it. His face. What Namjoon did.” He lowered his head, laying his hands flat on the bed. “He didn’t deserve it. And Namjoon knew that. He knew it better than any of us..” He whispered the last part. “All of us have blood on our hands. Some more than others. But I’m no saint. I’ve done it. I had no choice.” He stayed silent afterwards, pushing himself up off the bed. “Jungkook…” You started. “I know Y/N. If you weren’t already terrified and hated me in every way possible.. This had to do it.” He started for the door when you quickly jumped up and latched your arms around his stomach, hugging him from behind. “It’s not your fault.” You mumbled into his shirt. He stood still. “It is Y/N. I had plenty of chances to get out of this mess and I didn’t take them.” He argued. “You were scared. Anyone would have done what you did.” You still kept your grip tight on him. “You were just dealt some bad cards. That doesn’t make you a monster.” He let his head fall forward at your words and he slowly placed his hands over your arms.
You released your grip when a vibration from his back pocket startled you. You moved backwards and noticed it was your phone in his pocket. Oh god.. How could you forget?! Minji must be worried sick! Has he sent her anything? Does she know what happened? “Minji.. She’s my roommate.. Oh god. Does she know?” You asked him. “No.” He responded turning around. Your eyes widened. “Where does she think I am?” You worried. “I’ve been texting her. I told her you would be moving out and staying with another friend for a while.” Your brows furrowed. There was no way Minji would let that slide! “I’ve sent a few of our group over to get your stuff Y/N. Again, I’m sorry. This is just temporary though okay? Just until I get you out of this mess.” He sighed. “Namjoon won’t let you leave. At least not alive. Please Y/N, this is the best for you.” You stumbled back, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “You can stay in my room or yours. Whichever you prefer.” He kindly offered. You slowly moved back until you hit the bed. “Can I have some time alone..?” You quietly sniffed. He felt horrible. You were now crying and this whole mess was his fault. “Yeah of course.. I’m gonna go get some takeout. Would you like some?” He asked, grabbing his keys off the dresser. You just nodded as you pushed yourself up into the corner of the bed leaning against the headrest. “I’ll be back. I’m gonna lock the door okay?” He gently called out. You didn’t respond and he frowned and shut the door.
You were full on sobbing at this point, Your loud cries being the only sound present. Your knees were pulled up into your chest as you rested you head on them. You had lost track of time and you were exhausted. You wiped at your cheeks with the back of your hand and slowly declined down and laid on Jungkook’s bed. You stared at the blank wall, letting thoughts and ‘what ifs’ pass through your mind until your eyelids drift shut and you were asleep.
He walked down the hallway with keys and takeout bag in hand. As he neared his door, Taehyung stepped out of his. “Jungkook Ah! Where have you been?” He cheerily asked. “Fuck off Taehyung.” He snapped, jamming his keys into his door. “Ahh.. You must’ve been the one to take her out of the basement then..” Taehyung jammed his hands into his pockets, smiling. “She may have been innocent, but girl puts up one hell of a fight. I like her.. Say where is she now?” He smiled, perking forward. “None of your fucking business Taehyung. Leave before I beat your ass.” Jungkook hissed, pushing his door open and slamming it behind him in the process.
You jolted up at the loud sound of door slamming and quickly rubbed at your eyes. “Oh shit. Sorry I didn’t know you were asleep.” Jungkook apologized, setting the bag on his desk. He could easily see the dried tears on your face and your irritated puffy eyes. You had been crying. A lot. Although the sight of you sitting in his bed, with messy hair was one he could get used to. “Uhh.. I’m not sure what you wanted so I just got you the same thing I get..” He said pulling the containers out of the bag. You nodded. You frankly didn’t care what it was you just wanted food. You hadn’t eaten in nearly 3 days. You quickly opened the container and picked away with your chopsticks. Jungkook sat opposite of you in his desk chair and he chuckled as he watched you eat quickly. “What?” You tried speaking with your mouth full of food. “Nothing..” He smiled, cocking his head to the side. You swallowed your food and set the container down on his nightstand. “Look if you didn’t eat anything for nearly 3 days too, you would be the same way.” You groaned.
After the two of you finished your food you laid on your side in his bed, listening to him tell some dumb story about him and Namjoon when they were younger. “And that’s how we ended up on the side of the freeway with nothing but our boxers on..” He chuckled. “You’re so dumb.” You yawned. “Ahh.. It’s pretty late isn’t it.” He checked his phone, the time reading ‘11:56PM’. “You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.” He said grabbing a blanket from his closet and grabbing an extra pillow from his bed. “I can sleep on the floor. This is your room after all.” You protested. “Not with those injuries.” He said laying his blankets out. “But.. You’re hurt too.” You propped yourself up on your elbows and he turned out the lights. “I’m fine. Go to sleep.” He grumbled, pulling the blankets over him. “Make sure you get your insulin in the morning. I put extra in the drawer if anything happens. If you need anything just wake me up.” He explained. You let a small smile flash on your face as you thought of it. He really did care.. How did he get so lost in this mess… You let out a sigh and pulled the covers over yourself. It was freezing in his room. You turned the opposite way facing the wall, trying to get comfortable.
After what seemed like hours of moving around trying to get comfortable, nothing was working. You let out a frustrated huff and peered over the edge of the bed. “Jungkook?” You whispered. “Mhmm?” He hummed. “I can’t sleep.” You whined. “It’s cold.” You whined again. “Tough shit. I’m on the floor.” He chuckled, moving his hands behind his head. “Just sleep with me.” You whispered. “Well damn.. At least take me to dinner first..” He laughed. Your face redden. “You know what I meant moron.” You huffed rolling back over facing the wall. “Goodnight then.” You were going to attempt to sleep again when you felt a sudden weight shift next to you, and sure enough it was Jungkook. “Happy?” He teased. “Shut up..” You mumbled from under the covers. You weren’t gonna lie though, you did feel a lot better with him next to you. You shifted back and he pulled you towards his chest. You rested in that spot for a while and you were finally able to drift to sleep. “I promise I’ll fix this Y/N. Just wait for me..” Jungkook whispered as he eventually dozed off with you next to him. How he hoped it could be.