“I’m not even discussing this anymore, Y/N. You move in with me. Period”,
Yoongi sneered, stopping his footsteps in the middle of the room to gaze at
you. You had been arguing over the subject for a solid hour now. Just when he
entered the house and found you in the special room, he declared very calmly
that you would –from now on- live with him. You were a bit taken aback at
first, trying to understand the situation, but he clearly brought up the
subject and forced it on you. Fundamentally, you knew it’d be better, for the
both of you, to actually live in his house; yet, he couldn’t just decide this
alone, on his own, especially when it involved your well-being and self.
“Yoongi”, you now hissed, since you had been patient for a decent amount of
time now, “I am not”, you objected, looking at him directly in his eyes as your
arms were crossed over your chest. He glared at you from where he stood, as if
you were his worst enemy. You were both alone in the room, which allowed you to
be a bit louder than usual, but also actually voice out your opinion on an
obviously important issue. Then the idea of regretting being alone crawled upon
your mind when your boyfriend walked away too rapidly towards you, pushing you
against the white wall behind you, his hands almost sealed with it as he placed
them on each side of your head.
For all that, you didn’t back up. Yes, you
yelped when he made you enter in contact with the wall, but your body didn’t
change a bit, your arms were still crossed under your breast, and you still had
a very serious face on, your eyebrows so narrowed that they nearly touched each
other. “Why are you so keen to condemn what I’m saying today, Y/N? Don’t you
fucking realise the situation?”, he asked, bringing his face closer to yours as
his voice began to get louder in the silence of the quiet room.
“I am objecting
to it because I am not one of your men Yoongi”, you said dispassionately, your
eyes starting to accumulate water in the corner of your eyes. “Who am I, Yoongi
? I am your girlfriend. You do not get to decide whether or not I have to stay
here. It’s not a decision that you can make alone”, you carried on, harshly. “I
would have agreed without any hesitation if we’d have talked about it”, you
ranted, pushing him to the side so you could walk in the room to keep on talking.
He surprisingly let you do so, carefully listening to you as he watched you run
your hand through your hair.
“You’re so annoying when you do that, for god’s
sake. I can’t believe you think you can decide what I do or not. I would have
stayed here no matter what Yoongi !”, you yelled, letting out all the stress
and fear you’ve felt until now. He didn’t say a word; he didn’t flinch at the
raise of your voice either. He just watched you, understanding your point, and
waited for you to take everything out of your chest before doing anything. When
you seemed to calm down, backing onto the opposite wall and your hands brushing
your face, he walked up to you, slowly and quietly, the sound of his shoes
hitting the floor alone filling the quiet room.
“Y/N, baby”, he murmured, one
of his hands cupping your face to lift your head and make you look at him. His
heart tightened when he witnessed a small pearl of salty water in the corner of
your eyes. You let him lift your head, but avoided his gaze, not wanting to give
in. “Y/N, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said it like this, I understand”, he said
sweetly as you felt his breath on your cheeks, and noticed the movements of his
head, knowing he was trying to meet your eyes and make you look at him. He
gently circled your waist with his arm, his other one hugging your neck, your
head now nudged in the crook of his neck. He started to stroke your hair,
knowing it would ease you more, and a little smile found a place on his face
when he felt your body relax in his hold. “I want you to be secure and safe
Y/N, I can’t even imagine the idea of you getting hurt”, he began, kissing your
temple before continuing, “and we’re in a very serious situation right now. The
threat is so real, I don’t want you to get hurt my love”, he said, backing a
bit to look at you in the eyes.
“But Yoongi I know, you just could have said it
in a different way. We could have talked about it.”, you sighed.
13:10. Il treno è in ritardo, doveva arrivare alle 13:02. Ho l'ansia, penso “e se arrivo lì tardi e non possiamo stare nemmeno mezz'ora insieme?”. Scaccio via questo brutto pensiero dalla mia testa; il tempo che potevamo passare insieme era poco, visto che arrivavo lì alle 15:49 e il treno di ritorno stava alle 16:44, ma non volevo comunque perdere minuti preziosi. Finalmente il treno arriva. 13:42. Sto alla stazione di Napoli Centrale, devo prendere il treno per Salerno che parte alle 13:50. Corro in fondo, al binario 21, e pensavo già stesse per partire, quindi ci entro subito. Come non detto. È partito alle 14:10. Sempre più ansia. 15:00. Sto nel treno da Salerno a Benevento, e avrei dovuto fare sette fermate prima di arrivare da lei. Ad ogni fermata, l'ora si faceva sempre più vicina. Ancora ansia. 15:52. Arrivo da lei con tre minuti di ritardo, volevo urlare dall'ansia, ero eccitatissimo. Mi alzo per scendere dal treno, il cuore a mille. Quando scendo, mi volto a sinistra e non c'era. Poi guardo alla mia destra e lei si è appena accorto che sono sceso dal treno. Appena mi vede, corre subito da me. Mi salta addosso, quasi cadiamo. Rimaniamo abbracciati per minuti interi, ho la mia testa immersa tra i suoi capelli, ed è bellissimo. Le dico piano “ti amo”, e così fa anche lei. Non faccio altro che sorridere. Usciamo dalla stazione, e mentre camminiamo io intreccio la mia mano nella sua, e non faccio altro che guardarla. È bellissima. Il suo sorriso è la cosa più bella del mondo. Mentre camminiamo ci tremano a entrambi le gambe. La abbraccio ancora, e lei sente il mio cuore che batte fortissimo, poi le dico con voce tremante “non so baciarti”, e lei “nemmeno io”, allora le dico “proviamo”, con una piccola risata. Appena provo a baciarla, i suoi capelli ci vanno a finire davanti la faccia. Li sposto dolcemente e la bacio. Le sue labbra, da quanto tempo aspettavo di baciarle. Era solo un semplice bacio a stampo, eravamo due coglioni che non sanno baciare con la lingua. “Ci proviamo dopo”, pensai. Mi siedo sul bordo di un muretto, e lei si mette sopra di me. La stringo forte e le palpo le tette. Sono morbide. E sono mie. Camminiamo tutto il tempo mano nella mano. Passiamo sotto un ponte, e non ce la faccio a non abbracciarla di continuo. Mi appoggio con le spalle al muro, la tiro verso di me e la stringo ancora fortissimo, le chiedo piano “posso baciarti?, e lei dice che non devo chiederglielo, la bacio e la avvolgo con le mie braccia, mettendole le mano sul culo. Ogni parte di lei è bellissima. Camminiamo ancora e più in avanti ci sediamo su una panchina. Lei sempre su di me, ovviamente. Ho le mie mani sulla sua pancia. "Dov'è l'ombelico?”, le domando ridendo. Mi afferra la mano, e la trascina più in basso. È così calda. Mentre è su di me, le dico di girarsi. La guardo e le dico che la amo. Poi le bacio le guance rosse e il nasino. Lei appoggia la sua testa sulla mia spalla, stiamo stretti stretti. Poi la bacio di nuovo. Dopo un po’ decidiamo di alzarci, altrimenti avrei perso il treno. Manca poco all'arrivo del treno e stiamo ancora per la strada. Non vuole correre, allora la prendo in braccio, le mie mani strette sotto il suo culo. Comincio a “correre” con lei in braccio. Poi la faccio scendere e arriviamo alla stazione. Lì la stringo fortissimo, e le dico “ora ce lo diamo un bacio per bene?”, e lei “ma non sappiamo farlo”, quindi le dico “impariamo”. Mentre siamo abbracciati, le sposto di nuovo i capelli dalla faccia e la bacio. Ma per bene. Sento il calore della sua lingua sulla mia. E lei continua a mordermela piano. Ma mi piaceva. Continuo a stringere le mie mani sul suo culo, poi afferro la sua mano, me la metto sulla pancia e piano piano la faccio scorrere sui miei jeans. Lei stringe. Il treno è in ritardo, meglio così. Abbiamo più tempo per baciarci. Le accarezzo le guance. Sorridiamo insieme. Prendo le sue labbra tra le mie dita. Poi le mordo. Quanto è bella. Il treno arriva, e noi siamo ancora lì strettissimi a baciarci. Non volevo andarmene. Il controllore mi vede da lontano e mi fa “devi salire?”. Sì, purtroppo. La abbraccio fortissimo e la bacio per l'ultima volta. La guardo negli occhi, poi le prendo la mano, e le nostre dita scivolano mentre io mi allontano da lei. “Ti amo”. “Ti amo”.
The cobblestone is wet with rain from an early evening storm. Spring showers, she thinks as their strides begin to match, heels clacking in sync with one another as they huddle together under a black umbrella. One leather encased hand grips the handle while the other clings to Calina’s forearm, and on any other night, this would be normal: two friends headed out for a drink, perhaps looking to get into a little trouble if the night was kind, but tonight a cloud hangs over the emissary’s head, one fueled by rage and peppered with conflict of the internal variety. Orders are orders, but Lucrecia considers the woman on her arm a friend, not someone she would attack in any other circumstance, and yet—
“Tempest first, yes?” She breaks the tension of her own making with a nudge to the woman’s shoulder and a small warm smile, “and then we can see where the night takes us.”
Extending a hand, she reaches out in search for more rain drops, but the air is dry-humid, even-and so she drops her arm from Calina’s to bring the umbrella down and wraps it up quickly.
“I think we—and our hair, thank god—are safe from rain for the moment.”
genre : Mafia!AU, smut, angst warnings : this chapter contains explicit description of physical abuse, insults, drug abuse, sort of mental abuse too + everything related to the mafia alternate universe. Be aware before reading. words : 5,1k
A light buzz echoed in your ears, bugging your hearing sense in an annoying and painful manner. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, your pupil hurting from the –way too much- white and bright lightening of the room. It took a few dozens of seconds for your vision to adapt, your eyelids heavy over your eyes, struggling to open. You –with difficulty- became aware of your surroundings, your physical senses awakening at a snail’s pace, hardly. In the first place, you felt numb. You couldn’t feel neither your legs, or your arms, or any part of your body at all. All you could possibly do was feeling the weight of your head, hanging forwards, nearly boneless on top of your neck.
Once your eyes were fully ready to function, you tried to take a look of the space around you but the hard pain in the back of your scalp refrained you to do so. It felt like needles were being thrown on your skin, deeply crossing their way to your bones; and you’d almost cry from the feeling. In a calculated motion, you threw your head backwards, now letting it hang on the edge of what seemed like the edge of a chair. You could only detect an appearance of what seemed to be a ceiling, high, old, and dirty.
You tried to move your hands to rub your eyes, but you couldn’t achieve it. Your eyebrows frowned when your felt hard and wet roped tightly wrapped around your wrists, woefully sunk in your skin. Your groaned from the pain, trying to free your hands was far away from being a good idea since the ropes were digging into your skin, probably rasping it and making it bleed. A tear weakly ran down your cheek when the realisation of your situation -and your latest memories- hit you like a truck. You’ve been kidnapped, surely beaten up, and you were going to suffer.
You flexed your thighs, putting out feelers, to sense if your legs were also tied. You could sort of move your upper-legs, but your ankles were knocked together, a rope fixing it to one foot of the chair you were forced to seat on. Your breath was heavy and hastened as you felt your throat tighten, your eyes watering from the oppressive pressure sitting heavily on your body. Yet, a loud slam of a door startled you, making your rapidly sit straight on the chair, your body hurting in the process from the sudden movements. You turned your head to side, trying to have a proper view of the loud sound’s source.
You gulped, the tears –which until now stilled in the corner of your eyes- started to fall down your chin, soaking your puffy face. You saw the man of your nightmares walking up to you with confident steps, the sound of his footsteps loudly resonating in the silence of the room. Once he was at a decent distance, you noticed how devilish his smirk was and how his face was contorted into sadistic pleasure traits, you were going to suffer.
“My, my, doll. Why are you crying?”, he asked, locking your chin between his thumb and his index finger harshly, forcing your gaze to meet his. Bringing his face closer to yours, the feeling of fear growing in your stomach couldn’t help but intensify, devouring slowly you from the inside. Yet, even if it was burning your tongue to answer some insolent words, you didn’t reply, keeping your lips pursed into a straight line; even if you knew that your boldness was discretised by the pearls of salty water flowing along your face.
“I’m asking you a question, doll”, he hissed, his jaw clenching, forcing you to look straight into his eyes. However, when you heard the door crack open, your gaze drifted to it slowly, weakly. You saw, standing by the door, your bodyguard, your fucking bodyguard, a distinct smile plastered on his face, making you want to puke. You gulped loudly ; and if eyes could kill, he would surely be dead.
Your eyes widened when you noticed the loud noise of a slap echoing in the room, taking your time to realize that Jae-Duk had just smack your cheek, hard and without pity. Your damaged skin started to tickle in pain where he hit you, increasing the throughput of your tears. Your eyes were locked with the floor, head averted to the side under the violence of the blow, and you couldn’t help but sob, catching your lips between your teeth suffocate the sounds of your weak self.
You couldn’t move. You couldn’t do anything, and you didn’t have the force to even lift your head to stare at the fuckers that stood arrogantly before you. You barely felt your body, flimsy and feeble, lacking of energy –which made you wonder how long you had been unconscious, but it wasn’t your main problem right now. You knew that there was a possibility to end up in this situation, you’ve always known it. But living it was another story, and all you could now possibly do was pray for Yoongi, pray that he’d find you before they’d get rid of your body, before they’d leave you for dead.
“Nice to meet you”, Lee Tae Hwan said solemnly, bowing slowly before you. You gulped, returning the words sternly, looking at Yoongi who stood behind him. So here he was, your new body guard, the one that you boyfriend assigned to protect and defend you. Apparently, you couldn’t take care of yourself on your own, even with all the training you’ve followed with Yoongi and Hoseok, even with all the weapon you’ve triggered, even with all the hits you’ve received; you couldn’t, according to him. Hence the necessity of a bodyguard.
You should have been fine with this, it was for your safety, for your security. But when you laid your eyes on him, you had a different feeling as you felt the strange aura that wafted from him, and the look you witnessed in his eyes didn’t help your resentment. However, that was the gaze Yoongi, and all the other members you were close to, had when they had an important mission; and you were his important mission. Besides, you knew that he had to be serious in front of his boss, maybe he would relax a bit more when he’d be with you only.
“I’ll be with you almost all the time from now on”, he alleged, his jet black irises finally meeting yours as he rose his back to stand straight.
His voice woke you up from your reverie, and you nearly jumped when he broke the heavy silence of the room. You offered him a small and shy smile, but he didn’t give you one back and kept neutral features on. Your eyes fell on your boyfriend’s frame, gazing him, silently asking him to speak up or actually do something to ease the awkward atmosphere. You sighed in relief when he began to take a few steps towards you, to eventually stand next to you.
“He will be by your side all the time; from the moment you leave this house to the moment you come back. He will drive you to college, take the same classes, eat with you, drive you back. Do you have questions?”, he avowed as he put his warm hand on your lower back, the small gesture aiming to mollify you.
“He needs to be registered in the university book to assist to the classes, how will he do that?”, you asked, your eyebrows frowned questioningly.
“You do not need to worry about such details.”, he answered, giving you a one-second apology look. You replied with a little “okay”, knowing you would be able to ask all you needed to wanted and have the proper answers the night, when you’d be alone with your boyfriend.
“Also, when I won’t be home, he will guard the house, either outside or inside. He will have to call me beforehand and I will tell him where to be. That’s pretty much all, so you can go to school now if you don’t have any more questions.”.
You unconsciously clenched your jaw. You didn’t like the idea, but throwing a fit here wouldn’t help anything because you knew he wouldn’t concede to anything you would ask here, so you’d have to wait, again.
Lately, it seemed that all you did was wait for Yoongi, but you couldn’t complain, you had chosen this way of living, you could only blame yourself for this.
You sighed at the thought, your eyes on the floor, not looking at him and directing yourself to the main door.
“Does he really even has to eat with me?”, you scoffed as you stopped in your tracks and looked back at your boyfriend, eyes flicking with hope.
“Yes. I’ll see you tonight”, he said loud and clear, yet kind of softly, enough for all the people (which could be resumed to you, Tae Hwan, Yoongi and two of his men) to hear. You looked at him over your shoulder, giving him a sad smile through pouty lips. “Yeah, see you tonight”, you replied in a whisper, exiting the large house.
You eyed your new bodyguard, who was walking beside you down the path that lead you to the road, “Do we take my car?”, you asked quietly, hoping for a positive reply. You noticed how his eyebrows frowned, as if he wasn’t really understanding your question.
“The Boss said that I should drive you to college, and he told me that I should use one of our cars in case something bad happens. He said you would understand”, he told you as he opened the door of the black Audi A4 for you. “Yeah of course, thanks”, you sighed, entering the car. He gave you a small smile, before slamming the door shut. You, once again, let yourself get lost in your own thoughts as your chauffeur started to drive out of the calm road, leading the both of you to your university.
However, a light buzz in your coat’s pocket distracted you. You raised an eyebrow, taking your phone out to see who would even try to contact you at such an hour in the morning.
[7:19] Yoon’ 👀💞 : Send me a message when you’re in class, and when you’re home, please.
[7:19] Yoon’ 👀💞 : Sorry for putting you in this position.
[7:20] Yoon’ 👀💞 : I love you.
A small smile adorned you lips at the sight of the last text, and you chuckled lightly to yourself, your cheeks blushing a bit. You weren’t feeling especially good when you left the house, but these messages warmed your heart, knowing your boyfriend would do anything for you (and even break the “I don’t send messages with hearts or ‘I love yous’ Y/N” rule that he set himself, as if he needed to fit with his whole Boss image with you).
[7:21] You : Okay. It’s alright, this way I’m safe, right?
[7:21] You : I love you too Yoongi
For the first time in a long time, you were in advance for class. You easily found a seat in the large room, nearly empty of students at this hour in the morning –it was only 7:38 in the morning on your watch, and students didn’t desire to arrive just yet and patient here. After sending a reassuring message to your boyfriend, you looked around you, trying to find some familiar faces, but of course the few friends you had wouldn’t be there. There were only this group of stoners in the back of the room on the far left, and some persons dispersed around the room. You sighed at the fact before you: today was going to be a long day.
“Are you alright?”, Tae Hwan asked, yet not looking at you.
“Yes, yes. What about you?”, you replied, eyeing him from the corner of your eye and observing what he was doing; which was mainly scrolling through his phone. You frowned when you realised that he wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings, you could notice that he wasn’t even aware of your sight; nor noticing your suspicious eyes.
“Yes”. His brief and almost cold response made you raise your eyebrows, just a bit, wondering if this kind of behaviour was linked to his personality or the actual situation he was in. He could just have been his usual self, but something in the back of your mind made you doubt it.
“How long how you been working for Yoongi?”, you questioned, eyes still turned to his face, lips pursed. You were focused on his facial features, trying to read his mind through them. However, at the sound of your question, you didn’t see any change, any muscle contract, any blink of an eye; nothing. “For about 2 years now”, he said, finally turning his head to you, diving his eyes in yours. Goosebumps creeped up under the skin of your arm, making your body hair lift a bit, when you saw how dark and cold his sight was, and you gulped, not daring to look away. “Why?”, he asked, leaning towards you a bit, his arm brushing past yours.
“I was just wondering”, you noted, drifting your eyes to the front of the class.
“Are you scared of me?”
“No”, you replied instantly. This time, you were the one to have hard traits on. You waited a few seconds before looking back at him in the eyes, and you both stared at each other for a while, not speaking, just observing the other in the blank of their eyes. “I am not afraid of you”, you began, nearly startled by your own boldness, “I just don’t trust you”, you established impassively, not backing away.
“Why? Don’t you trust Yoongi?”, he questioned, tilting his head to the side with a sly smirk plastered on his lips.
“I do trust him, but I don’t trust anyone else”, you said as you frowned your eyebrows. He should have known you’d replied something similar to this, because right after you spoke up, a mocking chuckle filled up the now-not-so-empty room. “You’re cute”, he blatantly said, earning wide eyes from you. Before you could say anything back, he decided to speak again, “I can trust me, you have no reason not to, I can assure you that”, he stated as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet.
“I have every reason not to trust you. I have death threats against me. I can only trust myself or the people I’ve known for a long time”, you vouched, eyes collectedly planted in his own. He simply chuckled again, his head dramatically falling backwards. You could see how his Adam apple slowly moving as he laughed, and for an unknown reason, it pissed you off. “Why are you laughing about?”.
“Do you remember what happened 2 years ago? It was in October, and when you were on your way to the H.Q., alone, and some crazy crackheads tried to mug you. You screamed really loudly, and even more when one of them tried to attack you with a bladed weapon”, he narrated, smirking at your frowned eyebrows. “The one who came and shot them, it was me”. He flashed you a cheeky smile, the disclosure leaving you eyes wide open, mouth agape.
“I- I can’t believe this”
“You should though”, he continued as he turned his face to the main board in front of you, “Ever since then, I’ve been especially trained to security detail, to know how to react as a bodyguard; under Yoongi’s specific orders. It seems like he has planned from a long time to keep you secured”.
“What do you mean?”; you asked with eyebrows nearly knocked together. You didn’t understand what he was implying. Yoongi has never told you any of the things he was saying, you were positive about this. He wouldn’t have hidden it either, why would he?
“I’m just saying that Boss has organized you a protection the moment he knew you’ve first been assaulted”.
You stared at him, trying to find any kind of expression that would involve him lying. But when you studied his features, you didn’t notice any trace of lie, any suspicion; you found none of them, nothing suspicious. Your eyes flicked from his eyes to his mouth, and back to his black and dark pupils. He didn’t seem to be lying, and that was something that scared you because it could mean two things. Either he was the best liar of all time to lure you into something you didn’t know about –yet-, or Yoongi lied to you, breaking the promises you’ve made –believing in each other no matter what, not lying, for the good of your relationship; and your safety.
After what felt like hours of reflexion, you wanted to ask questions out loud, not just in your head, you wanted answers; about how it has been for him or why you never have seen him before. Though, when you opened your mouth to let out all of your thoughts and worries come to live, your Chinese history professor tap his microphone a few times to silent the room, startling you at the same time. You gulped as you realized that you wouldn’t be able to earn not even one response, Mr. Ling not allowing gabbing in his class.
For the first time, the lessons of your teacher didn’t reach your mind, now impervious to his usually entertaining words. You simply couldn’t focus on the board, or even on transcribing Mr Ling’s speech about how Confucius or Kǒng Fūzǐ if you decided not to use the Latin version, on many aspects, had developed a philosophy that lead the Chinese people –because of his principles- to accept, in the future, Maoism and communism, because of a solid system of structured family and all. But no matter how interesting the class was, you couldn’t focus.
No, you just couldn’t focus at all, you were too taken aback by the revelation your bodyguard told you that you didn’t even want to follow your teacher’s runny words. For the two whole hours, your eyes were barely blinked, fixed a point on the board with a sullen look, letting you think by yourself about the situation you put yourself in. However, that time enabled you to think straight and calmly, not under the pressure of your twisted emotions.
When you saw everyone standing up, realizing that the class was eventually over, your eyes drifted to your right side, staring at the onyx hair man sitting beside you; still browsing through his phone and not paying attention to anything else. A light sigh passed though your lips, and you decided that it was better to get to your feet rather than waiting for him –he would follow anyway. Once you were at the door, patiently waiting in the line to exit the room behind the other students, you felt his presence in your back, way too close to your taste –which made you roll your eyes and clench you jaw discreetly.
“I want to go home, I’m not feeling well”, you stressed when you were finally out of the auditorium, following the path that lead outside, to the parking lot.
“Are you sure? I thought you wanted to keep going to your classes?”, he stammered weirdly, not understanding your sudden change of mind.
“Yes. But I’m not feeling well so I want to go home”, you said, raising your eyes to your left to look at him. You narrowed your eyes when you noticed his frowned eyebrows and annoyed gaze, but you didn’t say anything about it, preferring to walk calmly instead.
“Well Boss told me to escort you to all your classes, I don’t think that it is a good id-“
“I don’t care”, you cut him off straightly, “If I want to go home, I will, and you will bring me back. Yoongi won’t mind, I think he’d rather have me home than here. So we’re going home”, you commanded harshly as you adjust your bag on your shoulder.
“Sure”, he hissed, obviously irritated by your attitude. He probably wasn’t excepting you to be so bold; after all, he’s always seen you kind of quiet, and reserved in the back, behind Yoongi. He sighed loudly –showing you his annoyance- when you stopped by the restrooms, walking inside without warning him. You weren’t going easy on him, and he wasn’t prepared to that. He thought you would be a –maybe blah- lamb. How wrong he was.
You left the lavatory a few minutes after, only to find him run his fingers on his phone, vehemently typing something. He surely didn’t see you, because when you stood by his side, peaking a sight over his shoulder to read what he was so heartedly writing, he flinched, only allowing to see a brief “it won’t be easy” written.
“Who are you texting?”, you asked with one raised eyebrow, letting a flat feeling coming from your eyes.
“None of business”, he quickly replied, messily burying his phone in his pocket. “Let’s go”, he suggested, already walking outside the massive building, not waiting for you. You studied the situation for a moment, weighting up the pros and cons, and running away would be far less safe than letting him drive you home, so you decided to follow him, thinking that it wasn’t an option for the moment –no matter how much you didn’t trust him at all now, if you wanted to put the best luck to your side, you had to go with him.
[10:41] You : I’m home, I wasn’t feeling well. Please come home as soon as you can, I need to talk to you.
You stared at your phone for a few seconds after sending the text, hopelessly waiting for an immediate reply –which you knew you wouldn’t have, so you threw your phone on the bed, laying your head next to it on the cold layers of your duvet. You sighed, contemplating the white ceiling with tired eyes, exhaustedly analysing your current situation. You were basically forced to remain home, at least until things calmed down, and you didn’t like that. But the most annoying part of it was that Tae Hwan guy. Ever since he drove you back home, he had kept a close eye on you, only leaving you alone when you told him that you had to poo, and just thinking about it made you roll your eyes to the back of your head.
However, a light buzz above your ears detached you from your thinking. You smiled the second you understood Yoongi had replied, for once, almost right after your message.
[10:45] Yoon’ 👀💞 : I’ll try. He called me and I told him to stay outside from now on (he told me he followed you inside, but I think you’d rather be alone). Stay safe, and please princess, just do not run away or something like that, please.
[10:45] You : I would never do that
[10:46] Yoon’ 👀💞 : as if you didn’t already think about the idea. Do you think I don’t know you?
You giggled when you saw his reply, shifting on your bed to eventually land of your stomach, your foot still dangling from the edge of the mattress. You smirked as you thought about what he just wrote; he just knew you too well.
[10:47] You : I don’t know what you’re talking about Yoongi.
[10:47] You : anyway, work fast and come home fast please.
[10:49] Yoon’ 👀💞 : Ok. I left some chocolate in the kitchen. See you tonight angel.
[10:50] You : Thank you!! See you tonight Yoon.
You spent your day home, as requested by your boyfriend, and you couldn’t say that you did much –homework, a hundred pages of The Waves by Virginia Woolf and food. And now that it was around seven in the evening, you couldn’t help but be bored in your room, rolling your body on the bed as you tried to find a comfortable position to read the rest of the book you started this afternoon. Yet, unlike earlier in the day, you couldn’t concentrate on the black ink wisely placed on the leaf of the book, too lost in your own thoughts.
Your mind was wandering somewhere else the moment you realized that you haven’t seen Tae Hwan. Yes, he was supposed to wait outside, yes, you didn’t want to see him or talk to him, yes, you were better alone; but he was your bodyguard, wasn’t he supposed to check on you, at least once? You definitely didn’t like him, and your anger was fuelled by your hunger, which made you hate him even more.
Listening to your growling stomach, you decided that you had to eat, and stood beside your bed, stretching your arms as a long yawn passed by your lips. After waking yourself up, you let your feet guide you to the bedroom door, lazily dragging your frame out of the room. But just when you finally opened the door, the small light in your room switched off on its own, without your help. You narrowed your eyes at the lamp, trying to turn on the lights again. Yet, after a few flicks, you realized that there was a power outage; however, it was not possible. Even if there was one, the courant was supposed to come back ten seconds after with the emergency electric generator.
The ten seconds definitely passed; it was probably around 30 seconds now.
You looked at the doorknob, your fingers still wrapped around –ready to pull it down to open the door. You thought about it, something must be on. The power couldn’t be cut this long, you were sure of it. Something was definitely happening. You groaned lightly in the darkness of the room, deciding to eventually lock your door quickly. You rushed to your bed, rapidly unlocking your phone to call Yoongi.
Your phone still against your ear, you ran to your desk, difficultly holding the chair to put it by the door; aiming to block any insider for a moment -if they tried to force themselves in. Just when you walked to your wardrobe, Yoongi voicemail echoed in the speakers of the phone, and you let out another groan as you started to feel some stress growing inside your stomach, forming a painful pit. You put your phone down and took an old backpack, throwing inside a few clothes, and –of course- the secret emergency kit that Yoongi hid, “just in case”.
It wasn’t just a simple emergency kit: inside seated some medicine, plaster and water, but above all a charged gun, 2 charges of weapon supplies and two knifes. You gulped as you took the main weapon in your hands, taking a long breath in before sliding between the skin of your back and the belt you were currently wearing. You throw the rest of the kit inside your bag, zipping it fast before standing on your feet again, putting an old leather jeans jacket on and some very used sneakers. You sighed again, trying to build up some courage.
You took your phone in your hands again, violently tapping your fingers on it as you directed your body to the bathroom adjacent to your bedroom.
[19:23] You: The power went out more than 10 seconds.
[19:23] You: I’m sure something is happening.
In the middle of your third message, your fingers froze on the screen of your phone when you heard some footsteps in the stairs, no matter how lightly they hit the marble steps, making you gasp silently. You covered your mouth with your palm, trying to muffle the noises you weren’t even making in the first place, just to reassure yourself. You felt your heart race incredibly fast, almost trying to get out of your chest. The pit in your stomach felt heavier, and your eyes became watery. You were panicking. Someone was here for you for real, they were here to get you. You had to get out of the room now.
You got a hold of yourself just when the noise reached the corridor. After shaking your head, implicitly waking your mind in the process, and close the bathroom door quietly after entering it in only seconds. Rapidly, you rushed silently to the sinks, opening the cupboards to take some large towels, tying them by the corners. After making sure they were tied and approximatively secured, you walked to the big window that stood right beside your shower, and opened it the most quietly way possible, making sure you made not even a single noise.
You felt the light cold breeze caress the skin of your cheeks and you shivered, both from the cold and the fear of being caught by the kidnappers. You turned your head when you heard the sound of someone trying to open the bedroom door, some groans leaving their mouth when they didn’t manage to –because of the chair you placed here beforehand, and you thanked yourself for this idea.. A shaky sigh left your mouth as you tried to block the improvised rope in the coin of the window, letting the rest of the thread fall down messily along the wall of the house. The sound of the heavy sound of the chair crushing down the floor startled you, and it was all you needed to eventually pass through the hole, tugging at the weak towels to land down on the grass in weak seconds.
You lifted your head up, gazing the window, analysing if you could take the long cord off. However, your reflexion was suddenly stopped in its tracks when you saw a small beam lighting the room, meaning that at least one person managed to break in. Realizing that you probably couldn’t escape from them if you didn’t run right away, you took the gun previously stuck in your jeans and began to run to the back of the garden, knowing there was a hidden door that would lead you on another main road. It was the only solution you could think of.
So you ran, your feet hitting the floor heavily, and your breath coming out puffed and scared as your fingers wrapped themselves tighter around the metallic weapon. Yet, when you finally reach the dreamy spot, after running about ten or so meters with a tumbling body, you froze at the sight before you; a devilishly smirking Tae Hwan with horribly piercing eyes. You eyed him for a few seconds, before weakly holding your revolver up, targeting him with shaking hands –earning an ironic laugh from the devil embodied standing right in front of you.
“What are you doing?”, he asked, the annoying smirk sill plastered on his face that made you want to puke.
“I should ask you the same question”, you stated, shifting your body slightly to the right to have a better sight of him, who was still masked in the darkness provided by the wall, hiding from the moonlight.
“You’re smart enough sweetheart, you know why I’m here”, he chuckled, taking some steps to close some distance between you two, only for you to step back at the same moment, not wanting to condone this very little space.
“I knew I couldn’t trust your fucking ass, dammit”, you hissed, “What are you going to do, asshole?”, you asked, not daring to move your gaze from him to catch each of his future actions. You felt some kind of relief knowing that you were right in the end, but, the pit in your stomach made you want to faint from the stress, fear and insecurity you were currently in.
“I?”, he questioned, pouting his lips and dramatically pointing his index finger at himself as if your question didn’t make sense to him, obviously mocking you. “I am not going to do anything”, he laughed crazily, hitting his knee in the process. You looked at the mad man, dumbfounded at the sight in front of your eyes; he was genuinely laughing at his own reply, and it scared the shit out of you.
“Why are you laughing?”, you asked –more to yourself than to him-, feeling your arms weaken from holding the gun. Your eyes widened when he suddenly stopped, standing straight on his feet again, his facial features weirdly harsh now. “I am not going to do anything, but believe me, you’re going to suffer”.
And just when he finished his sentence, and as you felt a light buzz in your pocket, strong arms locked themselves around you from your behind, making you lose the grip you had on your weapon and forbidding you to make any move. You saw Tae Hwan moving closer, now standing just right in front of you. You witnessed how hard his traits were, how dark his gaze was, and your eyes became watery, tears starting to form in the corner of your eyes. Yet, when something smooth brushed on the skin of your nose and on your lips, your vision becoming blurry, and before everything became black, you could see his lips moved slowly and slyly, and heard his threat.
“Believe me, you’re going to suffer for all the shits your fucking boyfriend did to us”.
The buzz in your ears wasn’t willing to stop as your vision started to blur from the accumulation of tears in the corner of your eyes, an uneasy and scared feeling forming in your lower stomach that twisted your insides made you sick. You didn’t know the source of the gun shot, neither did you know who was aimed; and that scared you to no ends. Yoongi was reckless and stubborn, letting his stupidity supplant on situation like this, which way too often resulted in an even worse situation. You were scared. You couldn’t lose him, not now.
Weirdly, a chaotic silence dominated the area, making everything seem stilled in place after the echo of the piercing noise. It didn’t stop you and you decided to go against his want to keep you safe, opening the car’s door violently and pushing the man who was supposed to guard you aside. It let you enough time to rush through the men, not caring how your shoulders hit them as you passed by them, trying to ease yourself in the middle of this pack with your tinier body.
Soon, you reached the edge of the crowd, leaving you surprised to the sight of both enemy leaders standing in front of each other, facing one another. You couldn’t see Yoongi’s face, only his back, and you didn’t even know the other one had decided to get out of his hiding hole, stopping being a coward. You could observe Park Jae-Duk, who was holding a gun in his trembling hand, hanging to his side. You frowned your eyebrows, despite the tears that threatened to fall down your cheeks, at his wide open eyes, obviously shocked. Your eyes fell down his thigh, which was leaking a crimson fluid that stained his black suit pants, darkening the material.
You averted your sight to Yoongi to take a better look of the situation, eventually noticing his raised right arm, holding a gun that was directly aiming at his enemy’s thigh, his grip firm on the weapon. A small gap separated your lips as your tried to understand the situation, but suddenly, you saw Yoongi jerk his hand slightly to the left. Another dull and way too loud sound resonated in your ears, making your body jolt in surprise and fear. Yoongi had fired another shot.
“I said, kneel.”
It was your boyfriend’s voice, hoarse, menacing, and authoritarian. He had shot his enemy’s other thigh, the wound creating a hole where blood kept flowing out; he must have touched the artery. Under the pressure, and from the weakness of his hurtfully wounded legs, Park Jae-Duk fell to his knees, the sound of his bones hitting the ground loud enough to make you wince in pain for him. He groaned to his ownposition, and Yoongi walked up to him, standing tall before him.
“You piece of shit, you have no idea about the mess you plunged yourself into.” Yoongi started, his voice dominant. “Who’s the boss?” Yoongi asked, eyeing him from above, waiting for him to answer wrongly just to hurt him more.
“Me.” The wounded one replied, an insolent smirk curving his lips as if he wasn’t aware of the dramatic position he was into; just to Yoongi’s pleasure.
Summary:(Y/n) a 22 year old women living in Korea, everything is perfect for her, being with her boyfriend for 3 years and planning to take over her parents business the heavens seemed to praise her. But hell decided to destroy her, as she’s forced to marry her old childhood friend who she hasn’t seen in god knows how many years.
(H/C)-Hair Color Words that are bolded will be defined at the end of the chapter
“(Y/n)?! What are you doing here?”
Mr. Kim P.O.V I groaned getting out of bed, I had finished work early and had went straight home hoping to catch up on my sleep, but it seemed that would have to wait because someone had the nerve to come visit me at this hour. I sighed heading down the stairs, I hadn’t bother to change my clothes. ‘Maybe if they see me in my pajamas they’ll understand I didn’t want to be bothered’ ‘Ugh, who even comes to someone else’s home at this hour?!’
I opened the door, expecting to see one of family members or an old friend, but what I did see had surprised me. “(Y/n)?! What are you doing here?” My girlfriend was standing in front of me, she was clearly drenched from the rain outside and her eyes were a little red/puffy. ‘Was she crying?’ I frowned my brows “well don’t just stand there, come in come in” I ushered her into the house as quickly as possible. — “Here change into this I can’t have you stay in those wet clothes you’ll catch a cold” I told her handing her one of my T-shirts and a clean pair of my boxers. I went into the kitchen to make her some tea while I waited for her get finish changing ‘I wonder why was she out in the rain?’. “Mr. Kim…thank you” I heard a soft voice, I smiled looking at her, she looks so cute wearing my clothes because they’re bigger on her. Gesturing for her to sit on the couch I bought her a cup of tea “(y/n) when we’re alone I told you to address me by my first name” I teased her pinching her cheek.
“Oh I forgot…thank you..Namjoon” she smiled taking a sip of her tea. I draped a blanket around her shoulders. “If you don’t mind me asking, but why were you outside my house in the rain? It’s not like you to come over so late, without calling first” I asked, resting my hand upon hers. She frowned some looking down into her cup “I’m sorry…” she said softly looking up at me “I didn’t mean to come here so suddenly I just-It’s just that” she began fumbling over her words and I could tell she was about to cry for her voice started to crack.
I took her cup and placed it in front of the coffee table, before pulling her into my arms “don’t apologize, you don’t have to say anymore if you don’t want to” . It took sometime for (y/n) to calm down , since she had a mini break down and began sobbing into my chest, after giving her some tissues to wipe her tears and a new fresh cup of tea she seemed more relaxed. “If you don’t wish to go back home, you can stay here as long as you like” I smiled. She nodded her head “thank you…” was the last thing she said before falling into my arms ‘she must have worn herself out’ . —Next Day (Y/N) P.O.V I yawned sitting up in bed, I rubbed my eyes before opening them, I blinked a few times to clear my eyes. “That’s odd this looks nothing like my room” I spoke out looking around ‘whose room is this’ then it had hit me all the events of last night, dinner with my parents, crying in the rain, and lastly coming to see Namjoon.
‘I must have fallen asleep and Namjoon moved me into this room’ I smiled looking down ‘he’s so kind’ I sighed ‘if only mother and father could see how much he truly cares for me’. I decided I should thank him for being such a sweetheart, so I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen to make breakfast.
I pulled my long (h/c) hair into a ponytail and threw on one of my aprons that I had left here, and began cooking a simple, but nice breakfast. — 20 Minutes later and I had finally finished, I had made bibimbap it’s a simple meal, but I know my Joonie loves it. I looked over at my work as I sat our plates on the table ‘perfect’ “morning jagi” I heard a voice say from behind, turning around I smiled “morning joonie” I hugged him giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Did you make this for me?” he asked looking over the food, I simply nodded my head “you know I love it when you cook for me wearing nothing, but my shirt” he whispered huskily into my ear.
I blushed looking down slowly I saw I indeed was wearing one of his white shirts and since he was bigger than me I must have looked very small. I moved away from him quickly letting out a nervous chuckle. “Hehe how about we just eat” I sat down pulling my bowl close to me and began to dig in.
“Don’t be shy (y/n) it’s not like it’s anything I haven’t seen before” he smirked sitting across from me. “Jalmukesumneda” he spoke before eating his meal, I paused looking down at my half eaten meal “Oppa..” I called out looking up at him “ne” he replied “remember back when you told me that no matter what you’d never leave me and we’ll always be together?” I asked. I didn’t want to tell him what my parents had told me, but I care for him to much to let this remain a secret.
Normal P.O.V Namjoon paused in eating and looked at (y/n) with confusion “yeah, why-what makes you bring that up?” he asked leaning in some. (Y/n) looked back down not being able to handle his stare, she poked around a bit with her food “(Y/n)?” namjoon called out worried, but she didn’t answer. “What’s wrong? Is there something you need to tell me?” he asked causing her to squirm with discomfort in her seat.
“(Y/n)!” he raised his voice just a bit, but he wasn’t yelling at her, he just wanted her attention. She couldn’t hold it in anymore and before she thought it through she had blurted it out “I’m marrying Jungkook!”
A/N: That’s it for this chapter, sorry for the chapter being a little short, but I hope you guys are enjoying the story ^.^ I’ll see you guys soon for chapter 4.
Bibimbap-It means mixed rice and it has warm white rice topped with namul (sautéed and seasoned vegetables) and gochujang (chili pepper paste), soy sauce, or doenjang (a fermented soybean paste). A raw or fried egg and sliced meat (usually beef) are common additions
Means “I will eat very well,” but it implies “Thank you for preparing the food. I appreciate you preparing this food.”
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