The moment when one realizes that things will never be the same is bittersweet. As children we rely on the things around us to remain the way they are, young minds don’t quite understand the concept of change yet we’re impulsive and oblivious to cause and effect. it’s human instinct to crave structure and stability, even if it’s through an illusion, even if it’s merely a reality we create for ourselves. The discovery of what’s perceived as happiness, joy, kindness, trust, and love are vague descriptions of our innermost feelings, those emotions are essential to growth. But for some, their lives are pages from a book torn up and discarded like trash, they feel emotions in a brutal way. Pain, jealousy, anger, sadness, envy, greed—it gets shoved into them with no warning or preparation. Suffocating them until it becomes a desperate means of solitude. The loneliness can be too much to bare and turning to materialistic comfort is a common response. As sad as it may be, cigarettes can be that comfort for some. You get an exhilarating sense of relaxation when you exhale, knowing it’s bad—when you hold it in your lungs, forcing your body take something so foreign, it’s feigning self-control. Through a tiny white stick he controls his pain and pleasure, through it he found solitude; it was more bitter than sweet.
Everything happened so fast.
He didn’t know what he was going to do from here, it didn’t help that he hasn’t had a blink of sleep. A cigarette sat in the ashtray and he left his quarters to check on his men. Some of them were patching up the wounded, they even lost a few men, so the faint sound of weeping was heard at every other corner. How a man could look upon the friends of the people he let die wasn’t a natural talent, this type of inhumanity had to be created. Those people just happened to be casualties, you win some, you lose some.
People die under you, that’s one of the high prices you have to pay as the boss.
But the truth is, they signed up for this—if it’s for the boss, you risk it all or not at all. Theyknew that when they joined.
Hoseok went AWOL last night, he came back early this morning but that was only to freshen up so he could go out again. He had speculations on Hoseok’s stance in all of this. Hell, he has speculations about his own stance on the situation. Jin’s response to all of this was the most surprising, he was so levelheaded and prepared as if he orchestrated the whole thing. Jin had always been the sneaky type, not completely honest with everything but that was understandable. It’s not like he grew up surrounded by people he trusted. In order to survive, he had to keep his guard up. Jin managed to come in and set his own rules into play. He didn’t know whether to be thankful or furious about it.
Speaking of Jin, not even five minutes ago Yoongi called him to his office and he has yet to come. He likes to think of himself as a patient man but now is not the time to keep him waiting. The guy he sent came back alone. “Boss, he said he’ll be here in a minute.” He swallowed, Yoongi’s stare is far too threatening to not be nervous around.
He had the audacity to make me wait, unbelievable. It doesn’t matter whose the oldest in this relationship.This whole organization is on Yoongi’s back. He has to have an answer for everything, he has to know everything—he doesn’t take that lightly, he can’t afford to. He has to stay calm, no matter what, and that was an overwhelming responsibility sometimes, more than they would know.
“Tell him that I said I want him in here, now.” He was stern, eyeing the kid at the door.
Like a puppy off to fetch a tennis ball, he ran off.
Yoongi grabbed the pack of cigarettes, his pale fingers pulling at the pack to slip out one of the white sticks. He didn’t rush, he secured it between his lips and held up to the white lighter. When it caught flame, he took a deep breath and exhaled, this was his third one today. Jin walked into the room, a look of impatience on his face.
Yoongi inhaled, taking another puff of the cigarette before saying anything. He sat the cigarette in the ashtray.
“You had a whole operation going down and this is how I find out.”
“How long has this been going on Seokjin? How long were you planning to leave me in the dark about this?”
“Listen,” Jin simply shrugged. “I didn’t make a decision any different from you. You should be thankful. Namjoon is on his knees, Jaebums gang is halfway in hiding and I have my little sister. You know how these things go.” He ran his hand through his locks, giving Yoongi a knowing look.
“No, I don’t actually. Enlightenme.”
“If I wouldn’t have done what I did she’d probably be dead right now! YYou don’t understand Yoongi…Namjoon won’t stop, ever…He’ll keep trying to go after me and now her, and to be honest it’s partly your fault.” He sneered, not really caring if that pissed Yoongi off, it was true.
“Myfault? So I’m supposed to be your fucking savior or some shit? I didn’t know she fucking existed until Hoseok and Jimin brought her ass here. But that girl isn’t the problem, you are.” Yoongi grumbled, already fiddling with his favorite dagger to ease his stress—it wasn’t working. “Why are you doing this? Like, just give me one good reason why.”
“Do you not understand the concept of doing a bad thing for a good reason?” Jin was sort of tickled, amused at his robin hood philosophy.
“Yeah, I do. But it’s you who doesn’t seem to remember your role here. I made this group, from the ground up. I've carried it on my back since I was 18. I call the shots. Not because one day I thought, ‘oh you know what, I think I’ll be the leader today.’ No. Because I earned it, I earned the right to say what goes, not you hyung.” He sounded pretty irritated already. Jin was just waiting for him to be finished so he could get out of here. Yoongi is just blowing hot air, this was nothing he hasn’t heard already, he thought to himself.
“I really don’t know why you felt the need to interfere, I had it under control. He wouldn’t have killed the girl just yet, I knew that. I knew it the whole time. Kim Namjoon is still dramatic if you haven’t noticed, he’d put her through hell before you have to mourn her death.”
“I wasn’t gonna wait around for that to happen. I wasn’t wasting any more time if it meant leaving her there any longer. Admit it, she was second priority to you. But not me. Namjoon was had my littlesister Yoongi, she’s not just some girl, she’s my flesh and blood and he knew that the moment he decided to keep her.” That very sentence appalled him, his stomach twisting in disgust.
“He’s a weed—he’s cancerous, he needs to be cut out. And you can’t cut without causing a few abrasions.” Jin was serious, Yoongi knew all of those things to be partly true, but Namjoon used to be his best friend. Even now, Namjoon was almost the same, nobody really changed significantly. Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, they were all just like he remembered. Just more…broken. Theycan’t stand each other now. The feeling of hatred was more than mutual, friendship was a distant memory between the two gangs that once worked in harmony. “If it was your mother, you would’ve done the same thing Yoongi, maybe even worse.”
Yoongi gave him the dirtiest look, he knew not to bring her up, Jin was the only exception right now.
“My mother has nothing to do with this. People were killed, on both sides. Two explosions in two highly populated territories, we didn’t go unnoticed.” Yoongi kept his anger at bay, the cigarettes were working this time. He would never say it aloud but knowing Jin could execute a plan that was so complex and to do it without his knowledge, made him feel disrespected.
“We’re lucky the police aren’t on our backs because of the relationship we have with the chief. Most arrests regarding our men, he let’s slide and I’d like to keep it that way.” Yoongi tapped the cigarette in the ashtray, a smirk coming to his lips, Jin wasn’t sure what he was thinking. “Seo will want more answers. He will start calling eventually, but I’m gonna tell him to take it up with you. You’re responsible for the mess anyway.”
“You’ve never been the type to back down Yoongi, don’t tell me you’re…scared?” Jin laughed, he literally thought that the mere thought was funny. To see Yoongi, the man with a never-changing expression, afraid of something? That was impossible. By the dark look in Yoongi’s eyes he realized now was no time to tease him.
He gasped. Before he knew it Yoongi was around the table and pressing a knife against his neck, an intense look on his face. Jin swallowed with some difficulty. “Y-yoongi.”
Min Yoongi wasn’t as still as ice water, not all the time. There are a few things you better not say or you will regret it the moment you opened your mouth.
“Let’s get one thing fucking straight, I don’t have a scared bone in my body, not one.I don’t fear anyone, not you, not Namjoon, not even my own maniac of a father who caused every mental and physical pain you could think of to his only son by the time I was fifteen…” Yoongi scoffed retracting the knife as Jin was almost at a loss for words.
He scoffed. “You have some nerve. I suggest you drop this high and mighty attitude before this knife goes through your fucking neck.” He sneered.
He sighed, straightening up his freshly pressed suit. The visual image of what Yoongi threatened had him touching his neck subconsciously and cringing at the thought.
He exhaled heavily. “Yoongi, you’re tense, I understand that really I do. But just think about it, think about this group, think about the people involved…This is the game Yoongi, no one plays by the rules, you know that better than anyone.” He really did know that better than anyone—almost too well. Yoongi just stared at him, a stoic expression plastered on his face as Jin slowly exited the room.
Food had never looked so appalling before. Just an hour ago some girl brought you breakfast. She told you to eat it all because ‘Jin said so’. You let the food sit there, now it’s cold and inedible. That same girl came back to get the dishes, you didn’t want to see her face anymore, you were beginning to despise her persistence.
This bed isn’t that much bigger than the one in my bedroom at home, so why does it feel so big? So empty and cold. Jungkook held you so close, the thought of discomfort as you slept had become an unfamiliar thing to you. He was so fragile, despite his exterior he was just as helpless as you. He tried to keep you from anyone who could hurt you, in fear that you’d get hurt, and have to bear those scars for the entirety of your life. You fell in love with someone you never would’ve dreamed of associating with—now he’s gone…
You heard a small knock at the door. Before you could answer Jimin was walking in with a cup and some bottles of medicine. “Good morning.” He sat the water on the nightstand along with the pills—he was only here to drug you up, you thought. He hesitantly on the edge of the bed as you scooted closer to the headboard, afraid to sit too close to him now.
“Hey, don’t do that…Y/N, it’s still the same me, you know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.” The way he looked at you was different, he looked at you as if you were something small like a baby animal—had he always looked at you like that? You never noticed it before. “Don’t you?…”
Why was he even asking, you weren’t even sure about that anymore. You couldn’t really trust your own brother, what made Jimin any different? He was just as capable of flipping as anyone else.
“I’m sorry but I barely even know you Jimin, I shouldn’t have put so much trust in you…You took me from Jungkook.” You chewed at your cheek, looking out the window. “Unless you’re here to take me to Jungkook or apologize for being apart of this mess, just go…”
That’s what she’s upset about.
“Y/n, you’re supposed to take this before noon, and you have to eat so it’ll stay on your stomach.” He explained, noticing how tired your eyes were—you needed to eat something to keep your energy up.
“Baby,” There’s that nickname again. “I know you’re upset and I’m sorry, but don’t starve or hurt yourself out of spite. You listen to Jungkook, right? Jungkook would want you to eat, I know he would, wouldn’t he?” Jimin gave you a guilt-tripping look and you rolled your eyes, that kind of convinced you.
“Come on, I’ll take you to the kitchen and sit with you until you eat.” You followed him with weak steps and you knew you should’ve eaten earlier—now you have no other choice but to eat with supervision.
You looked around, realizing you were in a completely different environment. Long gone were the industrial looking rooms and spaces, you were at the first place this all started. Jimin had already made food for you and put it in the microwave to stay warm. He opened up and sat it at the bar, leading you to the stool to sit beside him.
It was a decent meal. You ate it silently as Jimin sat there with a curious look on his face. You tried to ignore it, Jungkook had a habit of just staring at you so it wasn’t anything new. Suddenly Jimin reached for the nape of your neck, causing you to jerk back in surprise.
“Why’re you staring at me?…” You stared at him, seeing he regretted not asking before trying to touch. “Please stop…”
“Sorry, I should’ve just asked. What happened to your neck? It’s bruised pretty bad…” He had his suspicions. Were those scars from Namjoon or Tae, he figured you’ve endured quite a few physical ailments. “Did they really hurt you that much?” He gave you a worried expression .
Your hand went to where he was referring to and you knew those weren’t burns, choke marks and neither were they rashes. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment, those marks were Jungkooks doing. They would have normally faded by now but the morning of the accident he got a little carried away with his affection. You really wished you had some makeup or something to cover them up. “Um, it’s not that…” When you neglected to give an elaborate reply he took the cues from your facial expression and connected the dots. He cleared his throat for asking the obvious question, of course, if you were in a relationship with Jungkook he would make sure everyone knew. He’s always been like that.
“Oh- oh..I um, I didn’t mean to…” He trailed off, seeing you were done with your food and trying to end the awkward conversation. “Wait, I have to take you downstairs, Yoongi wants to have a talk with you.” Jimin grabbed your hand, leading you away from the kitchen. You were shaking your head, insisting that you didn’t want to go but he kept soothing you, telling you it was okay.
“What?- Jimin, no, I don’t want to meet with him, please, I want to back to my r-” Jimin shook his head, guilt in his eyes for having to leave you—again.
“Just sit here, it’s okay. He’ll be here in a minute.” Jimin pet your head in pity, leaving you in this unfamiliar room by yourself. At first you just waited patiently, but your stomach dropped when you heard the door behind you open. You didn’t look back, the man’s footsteps were heavy, slow and you couldn’t even look up without your heart racing, you were so nervous. After a few seconds you gathered the courage to look up. Jin was standing beside the desk in front of you.
“Yoongi wants to discuss some things with you, you just have to answer his questions and then you can go, alright? This won’t be long.” He gave you reassuring eyes before your attention was stolen by the man with sugar white skin.
This man damned you to hell.
He walked around the desk, sitting in the chair behind the desk and his presence was so powerful it made your body shake to look at him for too long. You wouldn’t know it but he was monitoring your every move, as he opened the pack of cigarettes, placing one in between his fingers but not lighting it.
“How many fingers am I holding up.” He held up three of his pale slender fingers.
“Answer the question. How many?”
“Um-…three.” This was unexpected and odd, why would he ask this? Even Jin was taken aback. “Why?…-”
He sort of glanced halfheartedly at you, his brows furrowing at your counter question that he didn’t want to, and wasn’t going to answer.
“I need to know everything that happened to you. Start from the moment they took you inside.” That was the first sensible thing he said, not bothering to hassle himself with beating around the bush. You looked at Jin for reassurance and he nodded, giving you the okay to start talking.
“They put me in a bedroom…I fell asleep after a few hours and when I woke up… Jungkook was there. At first I thought he was there to hurt me so I tried to shoot him, that didn’t go well…that’s how we met.” You spoke lowly, knowing good and well that you had never shot a gun before.
“And after your failed attempt, he let you stay in his room with him?” He furrowed his brows, seeing you were chewing on your lips nervously, like a kid. You nodded weakly. It wasn’t all that surprising to him, he already knew Jungkook had taken a liking to you, he just didn’t know to what extent.
“He did, it wasn’t bad the first month or so, we actually got along…But one day, we got into a fight. That night, I decided to leave that place. I ran away the following morning…” You cleared your throat, Jin was listening intently now.
“It was kinda late, 9 or 10 maybe, I’m not sure but I stopped at a cafe to eat. Jimin found me, he told me that he couldn’t help me until you gave the word…He left me and for a few hours I just aimlessly walked around the city but-…” You pause, “That’s when Namjoon found me.” The memory itself was terrifying. It was like the devil himself was trying to drag you down to his little hell, and he succeeded.
“And I take it he wasn’t happy. I already know he punished you in some sick way. He gave you to Taehyung, didn’t he?” Yoongi knew that as a fact. If Namjoon wanted to punish you in any way he would find the sickest way to do so. Your head hung low as you nodded weakly, tears threatened to leave your eyes and you didn’t even know why—why couldn’t you go one minute without crying over this? Jin noticed, he was already pissed that Jimin saw you and didn’t say anything, but now he has to hear about your punishment.
“What did he do to you?” He asked suddenly. Your mouth opened but nothing came out, you weren’t sure where to start. Yoongi lit the cigarette, taking a long drag before licking his lips.
“Yoongi, does she have to tell you that? I think we have enough information, what’s the point in knowing every little detail?” Jin insisted, running his hands through his hair anxiously.
Yoongi side eyed him, annoyed that he was letting his relationship with you get the best of him in a serious interrogation. “Yes, she does. Go on…”
“He…he tied me down to a table…” You spoke slowly, trying to recall the time in your life that you’ve worked so hard to forget. “And- and I stayed like that for hours, I don’t know, it felt like 6 maybe…and the water, the water wouldn’t stop, it kept dripping and dripping- it was awful…I don’t like to think about it…” Tears began to well in your eyes and you didn’t bother choking them back. You swallowed, inhaling deeply before exhaling shakily.
“S-someone came to the room, I can’t remember his name…but Taehyung left me in there with that son of a bitch…” Tears streamed down your cheeks, you couldn’t keep them from coming. Now. You were angry, sad, hurt—all of those emotions were heavy on your heart. Yoongi wasn’t really phased by your tears, but Jins jaw was clenched tightly in vexation.
“He’s the first man to ever hit me in the face.” You said that in slight disbelief. “He hit me a lot, on my face, any where I had skin, I was covered from head to toe in bruises…h-he called me demeaning names a-and-” You sniffled, attempting to wipe your steady tears away. “And-…He wanted me to have sex with him, I-I f-fought back a-as much as I could,” You couldn’t get it out, the syllables of your sentences were jumbled up like a child. “I kicked and bit him-…He got really mad, and tried to-…rape me…but-”
“Stop!” Jin shouted in a fit, startlingly you enough to make you whimper. “Just stop. Stop talking…I don’t want to hear this anymore.” He kicked the desk and Yoongi was about ready to shoot this man if he kept disrupting. He was finally hearing some detailed progress and now he has to worry about Jin getting butt-hurt about your unfortunate situation.
“How could you say that?…You’re responsible for putting me in this situation but you don’t want to hear the truth?…” You wiped your nose, looking at him with teary eyes in disbelief. “I was the one being assaulted and abused…”
His mouth went wide in surprise before running his tongue over his lips. “Y/N, what do you want me to say? I’m sorry this happened to you and it is my fault, I admit that. But that doesn’t mean you have to torture me with the details, I’ve heard enough.”
“I’m torturing you!? You’re so fucking selfish…I was tortured! It all happened to me!” You pointed to yourself. “You don’t know what I had to go through, knowing my brother hadn’t even attempted to contact me…” You hissed at Jin, slowly standing up from your seat, your ankle suddenly feeling like it was cut off and stapled back on. “I-…I don’t feel very well, can I leave, please? I didn’t take my medicine this morning…” You looked at him, trying to earn his sympathy but he wasn’t buying it. He wasn’t done ask his questions, he needed to know more and you were not about to leave before he could get the answers he wanted.
“No, you may not but he can.” He cut his gaze to his Jin. “Hyung get out, you’re not helping with our progress.” Yoongi coughed a little, the smoke affecting his breathing like it often did. “She’s closing up because of you and you’re making this more difficult than it has to be…”
“Yoongi, don’t take this personally but I’m not leaving her in here with you-”
“And I wasn’t asking. She doesn’t want you in here and neither do I. You need to leave, you’re making her uneasy.” Yoongi commanded sternly, and to your surprise, Jin actually listened, you underestimated the authority Yoongi had here.
“And close the door on your way out.” With a loud groan, Jin left the room, hoping you’d be okay while he was gone. The door was closed and the sound made you relieved in some way.
“Now that he’s gone, you can speak freely. I want to know details,” He sighed, getting up to walk to a cabinet behind him. He pulled out a bottle of rum and two glasses, pouring the liquid. “And I’ll know if you’re lying about something, so do yourself a favor and be transparent about this.”
It was silent for a few seconds, Yoongi took this little time to observe you. There was so much he needed to uncover, he just didn’t think he’d be uncovering them through you. I studied her features, her nose a tinge pink from the crying, her eyes, arms, everything, she looked close to sickly. Your appearance was immensely different from before—from what he could remember at least. You coughed into your hand, the puff of smoke he just released scratching at your lungs.
“Are you sensitive?”
Your furrowed your brows. “What?”
“Are you sensitive to the smell of smoke or are you fucking around? Because I’m not in the mood for holding hands until you can articulate yourself properly. I hope you didn’t think I made him leave because you wanted him to. I made him leave because we need to continue this without interruptions.” He tapped it on the ashtray, scrutinizing your silence.
“…S-sorry, I can’t really stomach the smell…” You mumbled, rubbing at your nose.
He grumbled something under his breath, but it was incoherent enough for you not to understand, but he inevitably put out the cigarette. He settled for pouring rum into the glasses, sitting one in front of you and the other in front of himself.
“So Tae stopped him…” He spoke, urging you to continue. “What else?”
“Yes…He told the guy to leave but it was just so he could torture me himself…he got into my head, he gave me the choice to stop him multiple times, I- I could have stopped him but I didn’t, I was so stupid! I could’ve stopped him but I didn’t, all the scars and pains are my fault. Isn’t that pitiful? He literally stabbed me and threatened to send a bunch of guys in to finish what Youngho started if I didn’t beg him…” You looked up at him, licking your lips nervously.
“That’s when I caved in, I couldn’t take it anymore…I begged him not to and that’s when he finally stopped. I went through pointless bloodshed, sweat and tears, he stopped after I gave up my dignity…you probably think I’m pathetic…” Your head hung lower and lower, you began to feel ashamed and self conscious, he sighed.
“Actually, you’re brave, a little stupid, but brave nonetheless. To run away from Namjoon, and pull it off for a few hours?” He took a sip of his drink, the harsh alcohol soothing him in a way. “You know how to survive. You favor Jin in that aspect.” He thought aloud, and you nodded your head weakly. “That experience must’ve affected you deeply. Mentally, emotionally, and physically you’ve endured a lot of changes…”
“I’m curious, if Jungkook took you from that room…” He tapped his index finger on the glass. “What kind of relationship do you have with him?” He made a question in more of a statement form as if he already knew the answer.
Jungkook. He was all you really wanted right now, you didn’t know how you could talk about your relationship with him without completely breaking down.
“What’d you mean?…” You feigned ignorance, twiddling your fingers anxiously.
“What I just said. Did you just sleep together? Were you roommates? Companions? Lovers? You have a lot of options kid.”
“I don’t know but-…But I love him. He saved me, just when I was about to give up on my life, he saved me. He took me from Taehyung when I was beaten and bloody, unsightly even, but he cleaned me up and slept with me anyway. Some girl he didn’t even know, he let sleep in his bed when he could’ve thrown me out…He protected me, from all of them, from the people like you. I just want to talk to him, I need to know if he’s okay…” You wiped your eyes with the back of your sleeve and Yoongi sighed.
She has Stockholm syndrome.
He didn’t entertain your emotional confession, he instead asked a question that has been on his mind. “You have quite a few marks on your neck,” He stood to his feet, running his tongue over his bottom lip in thought. “they can’t all be bruises. Some of them look like,” He smirked, he thought this was too funny, “hickies?…”
You swallowed, he seemed a lot more intimidating now. He wasn’t super tall like Namjoon, and he wasn’t built like Jungkook, but he was still a lot bigger than you. He took one last swig of his drink, before placing it back on the desk. Suddenly Jimin walked in, but the sound didn’t really phase you, your eyes were glued on Yoongi. He came in at the worst time, Yoongi was just about to ease out every little detail he could to mortify you. He had to test the waters, find out what was really going on here.
“Is he aggressive with you? I can tell you’re docile when shown some type of physical assertion, that’s normal but you seem paranoid. You must scare easy….” he said that last part more to himself. “Is Jungkook like that with you?” To your utter surprise, he gently grabbed the tip of your jaw between his two fingers and thumb. Forcing you to look him in the eye, bringing his face somewhat close to your own. Jimin was shocked, Yoongi actually touched your face. He rarely sees scenes like this displayed by him.
He took his other hand and thumbed over the darkest bruise, inspecting it despite your obvious discomfort. “I’m curious. Does he touch you even if you tell him not to or do you like that sort of thing and it’s all consensual?…I’m trying to piece this together.” He tilted his head a bit, furrowing his brow when you grabbed his wrist weakly to get him to let go. He scoffed. “You claim you’re in love with him but you’ve given me no real evidence to prove that. So, I don’t believe you.”
“H-he…you don’t understand.” You choked on thin air, your cheeks were so blushed that it could’ve been mistaken for a slap on the face. He wasn’t convinced. He wasn’t born yesterday, he knows the difference between a mark from a kiss and a mark from pain. It was honestly embarrassing that everyone was bringing up the tattoos of Jungkooks love, was it really that noticeable? You just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. With Jimin’s flustered expression at scene he let you gl, he decided he’d finish this later.
“Hyung,” Jimin cleared his throat, “sorry, her doctor’s note was to take her pills in the morning and night…” He always seems to save you in the nick of time, you appreciated him a lot for that coincidental timing.
“Ah, that’s right, you’re probably in a lot of pain, we’ll continue this conversation later.” With that, he was about to walk out but he saw the glass of rum that you didn’t even touch. He downed it in one go, groaning as he left the room.
Jimin hesitantly approached you, reaching for your hand to get your attention. He felt sorry for you, he always has. Your innocent blood was shed for Jin’s guilty hands and there was nothing he could do for you. He took you back to your room, telling you to drink plenty of water and take your medicine
—why do you always end up in some room. Alone.
“He’s gone again?…” He walked up beside her at the kitchen table, watching her sew the cut on his favorite black shirt, for the third time this week. He was as active as any other boy, but at the rate he was going he might as well go out in football gear.
“Yes, he left early this morning sweetheart.” She stopped her sewing, sitting the sweater down and sighing. Her slender fingers reached for the glass of ice water and Jungkook watched her sip from it. “He’ll be back soon though.”
“You always say that. He’s never home…” I groaned.
“Jungkook, you know that’s how he pays our bills, how we get food on the table.” She gave a weak smile, cupping his cheek lovingly.
“Yeah but he’s gone so much, I don’t even remember his face sometimes…” He whined, furrowing his dark brows, that sentence alone broke her heart a little.
“Don’t ever say that, Jeon Jungkook. You always remember your father, always, he loves you…” She knelt down to my level, looking into my eyes. “He may not say it, or show it like he should but he does…” She embraced me, almost to comfort herself.
Her heart was so warm and kind. For the longest time, he wondered how she could smile through this.
He first got enlisted when Jungkook was 4 years old because he got laid off. the check from the military was decent enough to support a wife and child. Jungkook noticed soon enough that his mother was really his only confidant. She was an angel to him. Even if she would discipline him from time to time, she only had to be strict because his father wasn’t there. That must’ve been tiring.
Jungkook was only 11, he didn’t understand the dynamics and complications of a family. All he knew was that his mother loved him, and he loved her more than anyone in this world.
The white ceiling and white lights were pissing him off for some reason. And the at one point bearable hospital bed felt like a wooden plank. Taehyung was supposed to take him home but the doctor suggested he stay another night. The longer he stays here the more he wants to walk out of here and strangle somebody. Jungkook sat up groggily, sighing when he glanced out the window, this is about the time he’d be out and about, or some cases, in bed with you. I miss her so much. You were by far the best thing he’s ever had, somehow the heavens found him worthy enough to have an angel like you.
He looked down at the IV in his arm and frowned. “I can’t take this much longer…” He groaned. The shoulder he used to break his fall with you in his arms was killing him. The pain alone wasn’t the issue, thinking about how he got the injury was the troubling, it kept reminding how this all came into play, how they took you from him. He was sure you were you two were gonna make it, he planned it perfectly. But it didn’t go as playing and it’s his fucking fault. He threw you into the front seat, forcing you to drive in a very tense situation, it was bound to go wrong somehow. You’d be with him right now if he would’ve thought things through instead of just doing what he’d do if it’s was just him. It’s not just Jungkook anymore, it hasn’t been for a while. It’s you too.
Even one night apart felt weird, he was so accustomed to you being there for him. Being there to talk to, to hold, to love. He just recently verbally confessed to you, he let himself be vulnerable and said that he was in love with you. You’re in love with him but now you’re gone. It seemed like anyone he loved with all of his heart was taken from him.
You were with Jin and Yoongi, that was the worst part of all. He didn’t know why you kept Jin being your brother a secret for so long. He thought maybe you didn’t know they knew each other, that they were enemies. If you and Jin had such a strong relationship, wouldn’t you have said something?
At this point, it didn’t really matter. You love him, you’ve told him and that’s all Jin and or anyone else needs to know. No one can protect you like he can, no one can love you as deeply as he does. Especially not Jin.
He grabbed his cellphone, throwing his legs over the edge as if to get up, somebody needed to come and get him. Namjoon said he’d come get him last night, but Namjoon’s going through a lot right now. Jungkook is out of the loop and he doesn’t want it to stay that way.
Before the person was granted entrance the door slowly creaked open and Jungkook’s eyes were glued to the man that walked inside. That distinct hair, that nose, that face. A nurse came in beside him, presumably to help Jungkook out of bed.
“You and Dr. Jeon look like twins.” She smiled, checking his clipboard and writing some things down. Jungkook was beyond livid, and confused. He glared at his Hyung with the dirtiest look. He never wanted to see his face again but here he is. He and his older brother haven’t seen each other in years, and he wanted to keep it that way. Did this bastard really think he had the right to walk into this damn hospital room with his stupid white coat.
“Could you give us a minute Sue?” He decided to speak, seeing Jungkook was about to go off. Sue nodded, walking off and closing the door behind her. They just stared at each other, taking in the sight of one another, He really does look like me.
“Where the shit have you been.” Jungkook hissed, cutting his eyes to the window.
Jeon walked over to Jungkook, leaning against the bed opposite of him. “I heard you were in a car accident, with your girlfriend? I was worried about your well being Jungkook so I came from my office to come see you.” He sighed. “Look, I don’t really understand in detail the lifestyle you have, but I know it’s dangerous and reckless, you could’ve been killed.”
“You don’t care and you don’t know shit about me ‘Dr. fucking Jeon’ and you never will, k? I don’t know why the fuck you think you can just come and go out of peoples lives as you fucking please.” Jungkook took out his IV for the second time and stood up. His older brother didn’t realize how tall Jungkook had gotten, and how mature he really was now. He looked fit too, his biceps were no joke, even if he still had that same lovable baby face.
“Jungkook, whether you like it or not we’re still brothers-”
“YOU ARE NOT MY FUCKING BROTHER. What in the hell makes you think I see you as my brother?! You’re what? 9 years older than me? I didn’t meet you until I was 10. We didn’t even grow up together, we’re not brothers. You don’t mean shit to me Junghyun. I have real brothers and you’re not one of them.”
“When they took mom from me you were still allowed to see her, but you and your shitty degree only sent money, fucking money…she didn’t want that, bastard.” Jungkook sneered bitterly. “She wanted me, her real son. She didn’t raise you, so in a way you aren’t really her son, Iam. As far as I’m concerned I cut you out of my life and hers. As soon as I met you I told her you were a fucking joke.”
“Jungkook, just stop it, okay? You’re being a child about this. She is my mother too, I love her just as much as you do. I was closer to dad and when he died, I don’t know, I just went on with my life.” He walked over to the door, pacing a bit.
“You don’t love her half as much as I do,…Just get out.” There was nothing else he could say, he didn’t have time to fight with Junghyun. He was wasting his breath continuing this conversation. He needed to get to the base with Namjoon, Tae, and everyone else so he can get closer to you.
“I’ll talk to you later Jungkook, just- Think about what I said.” He was finally leaving, Jungkook sighed in relief. Who did he think he was? And how did he find out he was in an accident from a different city? Has he been keeping tabs on me? Those were just a few questions he had for him.
Another nurse peeked in. “Sir? You have a visitor.” Namjoon immerged from behind the two, looking as tall and intimidating as always. Jungkook, for the first time in 24 hours, smiled.
“Hyung.” Jungkook was ready to get up and go but he looked down at himself, remembering that he had asked Namjoon to bring a change of clothes. “Did you bring my clothes?” Namjoon walked over with a slight grin to give Jungkook his long-awaited change of clothes.
“Yeah, I knew you were ready to get out of here, sorry I couldn’t come sooner,” Namjoon commented, seeing Jungkook attempt to change with a bad arm. “there’s a lot going on right now.”
“Tell me about it…” He sighed, continuing to slip on his shirt and slide on his pants. They removed his bandage so he only had a smaller one on the gash on his forehead. His shoulder was bandaged, his waist, his forehead. He really took a hit. Anyone else would have the sense enough to rest before trying to get up and go
“Excuse me,” The doctor that first operated on him walked in, “there are policemen demanding to speak with you, Mr. Jeon.” Jungkook’s mouth went slightly agape in disbelief, now was not the time for the police to medal into this mess.
“Okay, give me a minute.” The doctor left and Namjoon glared at the door and back at Jungkook.
“They’re probably here to talk about the accident…” Jungkook mumbled. “But, do they know about Y/n? God, I hope they don’t think she’s a suspect…” He finished dressing, then went to the sink to wash his face.
“Jin has Yoongi’s ties to the police department, he’ll do everything in his power to keep her hidden. If she’s with him she’s safe.” Namjoon tried to reassure him but he kept shaking his head, patting his face dry with a washcloth.
“If she’s with anyone butme, she’s not safe.” Jungkook was serious about that. He didn’t trust Jin, it didn’t matter if he was your brother, Jin wasn’t an ally and that meant he was a threat. “Hyung, I know we can’t afford to have you run in with the cops so you should go, I’ll get to you when I can.” This was the last thing he planned on doing when he got out of here, but it was just one milestone before getting to you—that’s how he has to think about it if he’s gonna get through this.
“Hang in there, Jungkook.” Namjoon ran his hand through his hair, he sighed at the thought of having to leave him. Namjoon pats his shoulder, his conscious telling him to sneak Jungkook out but he didn’t want to risk it— he couldn’t; Namjoon left him, he had to. After a good minute or so, ungkook watched two cops walk in, a pair of cuffs in one of their hands and a bag in the other.
He cleared his throat. “Mr. Jeon,” The man pulled out a bag with a familiar gun in it. “Do you recognize this?” He held up the gun.
He glared from the hospital bed. “I’ve never seen it before…”
“Oh really? Well, your fingerprints have been found on this weapon. There is gun powder under your finger nails and on your hands. This weapon has been fired approximately fourteen times.” The other cop came up to him, cuffing his wrist to the bed railin, making Jungkook furrow his brows in confusion.
“You are under arrest for possession and use of a fire arm. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”
What kind of stuffed animals does each side have? - 🔔🔔🔔 (p.s. love u mek)
patton definitely has a bear (ONE THAT HE CAN DRESS UP omg him putting mini glasses on it, giving it a mini purple jumper and handing it a sword wow okay).
we KNOW virgil has a cat (accepting anxiety).
roman would probably have a dog (he says its a fierce guard dog but he probably cuddles it and takes it out for “walks”).
i want logan to have a dolphin tbh (“have you SEEN how large their brains are, roman? the dolphin and i are a PERFECT pair, unlike you and your little puppy.” “dont you DARE treat sir kingston like that!” “sir kingston? really?” “oh SHUT UP”)
word count: 1.1k universe: mood ring au a/n: this story is back after tumblr deleted it :’) it might be a bit different unfortunately due to me editing through tumblr last time
You don’t remember exactly why you left the house that day. You just felt the urge to leave, like an invisible force was screaming at you to get up and go. Slipping on your shoes, You grabbed your phone, wallet, and keys, and walked out into the world.
The first thing you noticed was that the neighbor (someone you generally tried to avoid due to his crazy temper) was outside mowing his lawn. His outline was a buzzing red, but he still paused to wave a greeting to you. You waved one back before climbing into your car and driving off.
Where to go? You realized you probably should have planned out what you were doing before you got in the car. Sighing, you decided it was better to just go to a strip center and just walk around. Maybe even do a bit of window shopping.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t too terribly crowded. Then again, it was a weekday, and most people were off working while their kids were in school. You felt at ease, seeing as you were never really a big fan of crowds. It was quiet and pleasant, and you felt your mood surge upwards. It was going to be a good day, and you were sure of it.
Even though you didn’t have a pet, you figured it would be nice to go into the pet store and look around for a bit, pet a few guinea pigs or something. But it must have been your lucky day, because there was a giant pen of puppies at the back of the store that you had to physically hold yourself back from running towards.
In front of the pen was a guy with a pink outline that pretty much radiated pure love for the little puppies. As you got closer, you saw an employee approach him.
“Sir, would you like to adopt one of these puppies?”
Suddenly, blue started splotching the beautiful pink that surrounded him. “I actually can’t get a dog… I work too much so I’m always busy. But I’d love to get one someday.”
The employee smiled and nodded before walking away just as you reached the pen. Bending down, you laughed as the little puppies came running clumsily to you. You didn’t meant to, but you glanced up at the guy swirled with pink and blue. As his eyes met yours, he was suddenly enveloped in gold, and you could have sworn he looked like some type of god.
Just as you couldn’t take your eyes off of him, it seemed like he couldn’t keep his off of you. His jaw was slack in what you could only assume was shock as what just happened sunk in.
He opened and closed his mouth multiple times, searching for words. So you decided to speak for him.
“I’m y/n,” you said, standing up and walking towards him. “And I guess I’m your soulmate.”
“Nice,” the boy responded, staring up at you for a few seconds before realizing he hadn’t introduced himself. “Um, I’m Vernon, sorry, I’m kinda new at this whole meeting-the-person-you’re-supposed-to-be-with-for-the-rest-of-your-life thing.”
You laughed. “That makes two of us,”
The gold finally faded around him, revealing the pink and blue from before that was quickly changing to a sunny yellow. Just to confirm that you had found your soulmate, the gold hue would return every few seconds.
Vernon gasped, and quickly stood up. “We should go somewhere! Somewhere to get food or something so that we can get to know each other!”
And that’s how you ended up at a small diner ordering the greasiest food you had even seen in your life.
You leaned over to Vernon, whispering as you eyed the waitress who you were pretty sure was sleeping standing up. “I think we’re gonna die if we eat this.”
His eyes sparkled with laughter. “Don’t be a wuss! Come on, y/n, live a little. The grease won’t kill you-” he paused, making sure to lean a little closer. “-for another 20 years at least.”
You rolled your eyes as you poked your food with your fork. Yuck. But the way that Vernon was looking at you with the slightest hint of challenge in his eyes made you buckle. Quickly shoving your fork in your mouth, you winced and Vernon burst out laughing at your expression.
“Your turn, jerk,” you said in between gulps of water.
He shrugged and bit into his pizza. His expression didn’t change at all, but you noticed the once yellow aura that surrounded him rapidly turning green, making you raise your eyebrows at him.
“How’s it taste?”
He put his hands up as if you had said something that offended him. “While I will admit that that was probably the worst thing I have ever put into my body, I will not let you accuse me of being a liar!”
“Vernon, you’re literally green from head to toe,” you sighed.
“Okay, yeah, you’re right, I’m a liar,” he grinned.
You both decided that it was time to pay and leave, for the sake of your arteries. The waitress suddenly came to life, scaring the crap out of you and Vernon.
“$25.40,” she mumbled, and Vernon, clearly freaked out, shoved her $40 and told her to keep the change. He grabbed your hand and practically dragged you out behind him.
“Is it just me or was that woman terrifying?” he questioned, still shuddering.
You giggled before full-out laughing. “I thought! She was asleep!” you managed to croak through gasps of air.
Seeing you laugh made Vernon start to grin too, and soon, you both looked like idiots crying from laughter in a gross diner parking lot.
You would come to learn that laughter was pretty much never-ending when it came to Vernon. He was your missing puzzle piece. Sometimes he would even claim that you were the hip to his hop (which pretty much always resulted in you rolling your eyes and throwing a pillow at him or something). But no matter what he did, he always managed to win your heart over and over again.
Especially when you two would visit the pet shop that you met at. Somehow, magically, you ended up with a puppy. Vernon claimed that he didn’t influence the decision to get one at all, but really, how could you say no when Vernon hugged the dog and you had two pairs of puppy dog eyes staring into your soul? Whatever, it would make a cute story to tell your friends. Plus, after you took the puppy home, Vernon bought you pizza- but this time, it was actually edible.
Hi! Can you please do a request for shopping with Tae when you get a chance? Thank you 🌞
sure thing cutie pie!! sorry it took so long i have been swamped with work and school stuff this week im so sorry here you go though!!
again another request which is my fave like requests are my favorite in the world!!
okay tae is the hardest for me to personally write for but i am trying very hard for you all!!
okay so tae is still our small little child you know but seokjin doesn’t really care about his butt shopping alone he really only needs to come and babysit jeongguk on his shopping adventure
but tae is social and fluffy and cute and he loves all his boys very much so if any of them wanted to come he would definitely bring them along!!
which usually means chim and hoseok end up cramming in the car with you guy and it is not the mom suv
oh also also!! same deal with jeongguk you guys prefer the mall as your fave shopping place and not the crummy one just down the road that only has like aeropostale or whatever the heck people shop at
no the mall you go to has multiple levels and it has lots of quality stores and it’s nice and clean
but anyway you and tae pile in up front cause he has his license in this and even if he didn’t i bet this boy would go for it if you were going some place that made you happy
and hoseok and chim are in the back and they’re giggling and teasing you two for being so cute and if you two even look at each other for point five seconds the two in the back are screaming
when you first went on mall adventures tae almost crashed the car every time they would do that cause distractions!! but now he’s so used to it he just rolls his eyes and threatens to veer off the road if they don’t shut up
the entire car ride tae plays all the cyphers cause he is a dweeb and hoseok sings his part and tae sings yoongi’s part and chim does namjoon’s part and if you ever ask to change the song the three of them will all glare at you then start singing louder and at this point you know better than to ask again
tae probably speeds or drives like a grandma there is no in between okay he like goes way under or way over the speed limit
and you kinda
“i hope we go with jin next time geez god this is too much”
and you guys probably stop on the way like five times cause taehyung is a sweetie and when hoseok needs to go to the bathroom you stop and when chim shyly says he’s really hungry you guys get like five large fries at mcdonalds
which hoseok and taehyung end up throwing at each other so it really defeats the purpose but anywaY
you guys would get there much later than you had expected and you kinda greatttttttt
and you all hop out and 95 line dramatically say goodbye and hug each other and hobi hugs you just because he felt lonely and needed someone to hug as well but tae is not a fan of that so trades you for chim immediately
and you all plan to meet back at the same entrance to the mall at like six thirty or something so on the way home you can stop and get actual dinner and rub it in everyone else’s faces
and tae is a big hand holder in the mall cause sure arms around the waist or shoulder is really cute but hey the mall can get really crowded and he doesn’t want to lose you! and he also doesn’t want to be over the top cause god knows how many fans are there and he doesn’t want to be really mushy in front of them you know??
and so he can also tug you along excitedly if he finds something you might be interested in!
your boy though, idk the big mall here has a disney store!!
and so that’s usually your first stop is the Disney store!!
you guys are the only adults there without children
but the look on his face is all worth it
he asks you for help with their names and so he goes around pointing out all the characters he knows
and he likes to say you’re prettier than any of the princesses
he likes to also help the little kids reach the toys maybe they can’t reach by themselves and he’ll put a tiara on his head and he’ll sing along to under the sea with the little girls and he always has a cluster of kids following him around in the store
they actually ask him to come work there a few times and he has to decline every time with a pout
okay but he does end up actually buying stuff he likes to get plushies and if you weren’t there for impulse control he would buy one for every single one of the boys every single time
so he just gets one a trip and this time he ends up getting an eeyore stuffie for yoongi
he gets one for the both of you too and for the dogs and cats so you guys have even more things to snuggle when you go to bed!!
all the little kids get sad when you leave to go check out the rest of the mall
but obviously there’s a lot more you want to do !!
like after all this intense singing along taehyung would suggest it’s snack time !!! like what’s a mall trip without a snack
you guys would be the type to get pretzels !!
like not boring old salt pretzels but the yummy cinnamon kind and you always end up getting three cause taehyung eats two on his own and then still wants half of yours
but you let him how could you not have you seen this small little squish he is too adorable to say no to
and he always munches away happily and he licks his fingers all cute and if you have anything on your face like any cinnamon he would be rude and either kiss it off or like lick the corner of your mouth and you have to beat him because “taehyung there are CHILDREN here”
I wanna do fan interactions for all the boys buT
taehyung is definitely one of the more popular members so I think he would get approached a lot
he would always make sure to say hi and sign anything and everything for them !!!
and then he would introduce you always like he would be so open about his love for you like he knows idols are supposed to have their relationships on the down low but there’s no way he’s gonna pretend you don’t exist like he’s gonna show you off forever and we all know big hit is a lil more chill than lots of companies so they wouldn’t care too much after a while you know like he’s gonna fall in love let him bE
if a fan asks for a hug or something (idk do ppl do that) he would always give you a look first to get your approval
and you’re a super chill lover and you want all the fans to be happy okay thx
one time he asks the girl if she wants the rest of his pretzel and she passes out and you guys have to call mall security but that’s a different story
y'all are walking around, holding hands and being cute
and then you go to the pet store
and there’s a little puppy in one of the cages chasing his tail and Tae walks by and it starts tipping excitedly !!
and taehyung gasps and his presses his face to the glass and he’s so in love already and he asks the attendant if he can go in the little room and interact with the puppy
but that is one expensive puppy and you guys have like seventeen already ???
but he puppy looks so sad and lonely and taehyung is about to sob so you agree
but then the attendant comes back like “sir I just checked and um that puppy was gonna be sold to another person”
and taehyung is !!!! “I need my parting words”
and so he does what anyone else in this situation would do
and he stuffs the dog in his shirt
and he walks out all normal and the attendant just
“where’s my dog??”
and he just glared and you kinda tae, love, baby
and then the guy realizes his shirt
and taehyung just “I’m pregnant”
you guys aren’t ever allowed to go back to that store again
you guys go get some ice cream to cheer him up and you also get a balloon to cause here there’s a clown and it’s scary af but it has those really big shiny character balloons!!! and you guys get one cause they’re cute and you get a scooby doo on even though it’s outdated as heck
but it’s cute and that’s all that matters!!
I don’t see a lot of actual shopping going down
it would be more going in all those oddball random shops and just looking around more
like I don’t see taehyung being the biggest spender out there and he could be like a lil bit of a minimalist so he doesn’t like to buy much for himself
he would always want to buy things for you and the other members though!!! like just little things that remind him of all of you
but if you wanted to go in any shops he would be so patient and he would always be so supportive of all the clothes you tried on and he would carry all your bags for you too!!!
and if he saw you staring at something he wouldn’t even be subtle he would just go up and buy it for you he really likes getting you jewelry so he can be really cheesy and brush the hair from your neck and put the pretty necklace on when you get home and wow nice I’m digging
and he would especially like getting things for his chimmy !!
and all your pets he makes sure to get them all special treats
there’s a fudge store that you always get fudge from to take home and share and you guys do that too !!!
if you ever go past like the lingerie section in any particular store he would be shameless and be like “wow that would totally be your color!!”
but like in a really sweet innocent way like him just complimenting you?? even if it’s kinda blunt !!!
okay so maybe it’s not that innocent but hey that’s taehyung for you
anyway after aimlessly wandering for a bit and enjoying each other’s company you guys meet up with chim and hobi and you go out to get dinner !!
and you go get pizza and guess what you guys get like two large and one is extra cheese and one is pepperoni !!
and you guys make sure to send lots of pictures to seokjin cause you’re rude
and taehyung keeps his hand on your thigh the entire dinner
you guys show off everything you bought and share stories and it’s just fun bonding !!!
on the way home you fall asleep and he pulls the car over to take cute pictures of you
shopping with taehyung would be a lot of fun plz invite me along thank you!!
Sometimes i see pictures of Hugh Dancy/Will Graham and i just get really angry because sir how dare you hurt me like this with those puppy eyes plush lips and luscious curls????? ya feel????
Hugh Dancy is the incarnation of perfection compacted into a small adorable pastry of a man with amazing hair (which is thinning now but this just means we get to see more of those big ole cute ears of his)
I have a million reactions to Mr. Fancy Dancy, but my main two are:
1) He’s too pretty/hot for me to fully function as a human being
2) He’s being particularly sweet/adorable/fluffy and I sigh and turn into Mads when he’s looking at Hugh
Don’t Worry, Oliver, Felicity Smoak Pop! is Coming!
You know, I had kind of lost hope on this little project of mine. And honestly, I can’t take any credit that it’s happening. I never learned whether or not Funko ever saw a single image. But, the Karma went out and everybody had fun.
Now we get the great news that Oliver will finally have his girl to go adventuring with – as it should be.