Not requested, but I’m totally into AUs these days XD
Mafia Bangtan Boys when their s/o gets kidnapped by their rival gang.
Beast mode activated. He may be shy or even cold sometimes, but not when it comes to you. Basically, he would do anything to get you back, which includes killing your kidnappers in the most painful way he knew. Jungidontgiveafook would just waltz into the place were you were being captured at, leaving a big impression. In other words, nobody would ever dare to kidnap you again.
He would blame everything on himself, thinking about how he should have protected you better- while he was basically shooting everyone down who dared trying to stop him on his way to you. He had immediatly grabbed his weapons and informed the other boys when he heard about you being kidnapped. How he knew where you were? Trust me, when it comes to you he’ll always find a way.
As soon as he was informed about you being kidnapped, he would forget about the ‘Rap’ in his name. Everyone, including his own people, would be scared of him. He might look dangerously calm on the outside, but on the inside, he was going crazy. He wouldn’t mind killing your kidnappers, but he would try to get you back with a ruse first.
He would totally freak out. He’s a person who is normally amused of everything and has a 4D personality, but he definietly wouldn’t be amused now. He would basically stop the world from turning, sending for all the people he needed to save you. And may god bless the ones who were late or didn’t want to help- the word 'mercy’ was just erased from Taehungs mind.
There was probably nothing more important for him than you, his little prince/ss. Your kidnappers knew that too, that’s why they abducted you in the first place. However, what they didn’t know was that Jin had his eyes every where, his people every where, his ears every where… If someone would actually manage to kidnap you at all, that person wouldn’t get very far.
He would get so angry, also at himself. Like, really, really angry. To the point where he would yell a Jungkook to hurry up and get the f*cking weapons. Jimin wouldn’t be planning your escape, he would even get into a gun battle if it was to save you. However, your safety would always be the most important thing. After he somehow managed to free you without dying, he would stick to you like a koala. Definietly not letting anyone get near you so soon again.
Bad idea. There was literally nothing that Yoongi loved more than you and he wasn’t very lively around rivals anyways. But after you got kidnapped by them, he would turn into the devil, probably flipping over the table he was just sitting at. The scary thing was, it was a table large enough for his whole gang. His blood might be boiling, but he would still make a flawless plan on how to save you with Namjoon. He wasn’t going to risk anything. After he was done with your kidnappers, his rival gang would be history.
Namjoon pressed his back to the wall, watching Taehyung try his best to help ease the retching you were facing. His fists clenched at his side. He should have checked your meal before you ate it. Angry tears built in the corner of his eyes and he was forced to leave the room before he did something spastic. An hour or so later he was by your bedside, holding back your hair. You rubbed his arm in a comforting fashion. Even being this ill, your smile was still so beautiful.
“I’m fine my love.”
“We’ll make them pay Y/n.”
Jin forced yet another dose of anti-venom into your blood stream. The tiny dots on your arms were beginning to look like a connect-the-dots picture. He quickly pulled out the needle and kissed the small open wound. You were far too tired to struggle by now. Jin pulled you into his lap, whispering sweet things into your ear. You were drugged and couldn’t think straight. You knew the sound of Jin’s voice even if you were surrounded by a crowd of people.
“I know sweetheart. I’ll make it go away.”
Yoongi rested in his chair, chin propped on his hand. He watched your chest rise and fall in the hospital bed. The sound of the beeping monitor nearly driving him to insanity. His fingers thrummed against the arm rest and his mind drifted. That small prick of the finger nearly cost you your life. Here you were, clinging to life and having trouble breathing. Yoongi stood up and brushed back your hair, kissing your forehead. You forced your eyes open to stare up at him.
“I’m here dove. I’m not going anywhere.”
Hobi fed you another spoonful of soup. You had difficulty holding anything down. He was ecstatic to see you wanting to eat. It was rather short lived. In seconds the small amount of food you ate came up again. Hoseok didn’t make a fuss as you vomited over the sheets. He rubbed your back and cleaned you up once you were finished. You were weak and believe it or not, Hoseok was weaker. You reached out and cupped his cheek, watching him with soft eyes.
“You are the best Hobi.”
“That’s all you little love.”
Jimin rubbed your back, feeling the skin quiver beneath his touch. Even with all the air conditioners and windows open, you were still burning up. A fever of 103 was no laughing matter. Jimin pressed the cold rag on the base of your neck. Goosebumps broke out and Jimin smiled gently down at you. Even with rosy red cheeks and bloodshot eyes, you were still the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on,
“It’s so hot.”
“Yes, but you are far hotter.”
“Park Jimin I’m dying. This is not time for jokes.”
Taehyung mixed multiple reagents for the poison. You weren’t out of the woods yet. Even with the countless antibiotics you took, the poison wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. You coughed from the couch and Taehyung was kneeling by your side within seconds. His large hands pushed back your hair and lips touched your forehead. You giggled even in your condition. Taehyung chuckled and held out another pill for you to take. You grimaced.
“Not another one.”
“Yes baby another one.”
Jungkook arrived back at the base, knuckles bloody and lip busted. The boys saw his disheveled appearance and parted so he could easily reach you. Taehyung moved to the side and Jungkook was on his knees, arms around your middle. You were lightheaded and nauseated but nothing could make you feel bad when Jungkook was around. You ran your fingers through his hair and wiped the blood away from his split lip.
“Jungkook please stop hurting yourself.”
“I couldn’t find the bastard who poisoned you. So his lackeys were the next best thing.”
Mafia!BTS when your their s/o but you try to run away from them
I planned this on being a reaction, but… It’s quite long hehe ^^’
So It’s more like little Imagines.
He had been the leader for a long time know, always getting what he wanted and easily getting rid of anyone he wanted to get rid of. You knew what he was doing. The fact that he was a mafia boss never had effected your love for him, but you just couldn’t stand the way he killed so many people, especially since some of them were innocent. So one day, you decided to leave him, even though you knew your heart was gonna break. You still loved your loving, caring boyfriend. But you were disgusted and scared by the mafia boss and killer in him.
You had packed your suitcase, waiting for a good moment to escape. 30 minutes after Namjoon had left for work, you tried to sneak out of your appartment, unknowing that your boyfriend was already waiting for you in front of the door. He had noticed how distant you’ve been these days- and already been waiting for your try to escape.
“Well, well… Where do you wanna go with that big suitcase? Just grabbing some snacks? I’m sorry honey, but you better get back into the appartment before I’ll have to punish you.”
Since he loves you and is a very loyal person, he would listen to you explaining why you wanted to run from him. He would try to change it, but he wouldn’t let you go, never.
You had been struggling with yourself for a long time. When he was with you, Jin was the sweetest and nicest person. You had no doubt you loved him. But the thought of him, the person you loved, killing other people without mercy… It slowly ripped your heart apart.
It was the best for you to run from him and start a new life. You hadn’t seen Jin in a while and you knew exactly what he was busy with, but you had your whole escape planned out.
Everything was going well, you had reached the airport and his people were nowhere to be seen. You took a last quick glance of the airport before you walked into the plane, sighing happily. That had been easier than you were thinking! You were sitting down in your seat and making yourself comfortable, when suddenly someone sat down next to you. Your eyes widened in shock. No… how?
“Hello, sweety… You could have just told me you wanted to go on a vacation. What? Are you not going to hug me? I missed you…”
Jins people are everywhere… You should have known the taxi driver was strange.
No matter how many people he had to kill because of his job, he really loved you. He had warned you several times. You thought you were going to be strong enough, that your love was strong enough. But when you heard that the mafia had killed an innocent child, your heart dropped. Enough was enough. Little did you know that Taehyung, even though he was the leader, had nothing to do with this incident. So when he came home to a lonely house, he was shocked. Finding you wasn’t a problem, but he was deeply concerned about your feelings towards him.
He would decide to let you go. However, he would always have someone to watch over you, no matter where you were. You were hungry? Taehyung knew about that. You were eating an orange? Taehyung knew about that. He was sure you loved him and it was only a matter of time until you would come back to him.
“(Y/N)… I love you so much… We’ll meet again, I’ll just wait for you.”
Of course you knew that Jungkook was one of the most feared mafia bosses around the world. And actually, you couldn’t care less. Yes, he killed people- people who were murderers themselfes. You were sure that he wouldn’t kill innocent people, which, in fact, he didn’t. But still, he was quite busy- you hardly ever saw him and if you did, he was injured.You found yourself worrying about him every day, every hour, every second of your life.You weren’t even allowed to go out and work.
You missed your old friends and your parents so much. You had enough of being trapped in mafia.The letter you had written for Jungkook was laying on the big, lonely kitchen table. You sighed. You would miss Jungkook, his sweet smile, his dark eyes. But he didn’t seem to miss you. You left the house through the backyard, knowing there weren’t any cameras.You wanted to take the bus since he wouldn’t expect you to, it would take you to your parents house. What to do after that… ? For know, it didn’t matter.
However, once you had reached the bus stop, Jungkook was already waiting there for you. He had a wide smile on his lips, making you shudder. You knew there was no use in running away know.
“(Y/N)~~ You must be bored, I’m sorry. Maybe I should take you with me on my next trip so I can entertain you, my love…"
Since this is already very long, please let me know if I should make the same for Jimin, Suga, J-Hope! It’s my first time doing such a long reaction and I’m not really fluent in english, so please understand~~
Grind Till I Own It || Mafia!Jeon Jungkook x Reader [M] Pt. 1
Summary : Jeon Jungkook is the son of the famous mafia gang TBB (The Black Base) and is a filthy rich man that gets whatever his finger points at - that includes even you.
Rated [M] for eventual smut/angst
You’d like to think that you were a flower amongst the thousands of sweaty bodies grinding on each other. A pure flower. If it wasn’t for your complete opposite best friend you wouldn’t even step foot in this whatever club, but of course she worked her magic on you and here you were. Here you were, quietly sipping on your beverage while the taste intoxicated you more and more each second that slipped away.
“If I were you - I’d slow down with that drink"
You heard a man chuckle, accompanied by the sound of wiping glass.
“They’re known for turning good girls into bad girls”.
You paused, letting his words melt in your brain before you raised your glass, a smirk painted on your pink tinted glossy lips.
“What makes you think I’m a good girl hmm?” You slurred, surprised the words could roll off your tongue despite your boozy state. You earned another chuckle from the bartender, he shook his head in - not disbelief but amusement in which he looked up at you with a grin.
“How come such a rebellious girl like yourself be alone in this dark place?” He mused. “Where’s your prince charming? Shouldn’t he be here and shield his princess?” Your eyes traveled to his name tag and made out his name as Jin.
“Well Jin” You started, downing the whole thing with a hiss at how the liquor burned your throat. You liked Jin, he had a way with his words that made you want to listen to him more - it was like his words hypnotized you to keep talking to him, guess that is the reason for him being the bartender. “This princess doesn’t need a prince charming, she’d rather have another drink though” You grinned, the corners of your lips stretching from cheek to cheek.
“Of co- Shit”
Jin caught you off guard with the sudden way he hissed. His eyes were wide as if he’d just seen a ghost pop up in front of him, it made your head spin around and holy fuck.
It wasn’t a ghost that had taken over both of your and Jin’s eyes - it was a God.
His ebony hair was neatly parted on each side, exhibiting his smooth forehead to the whole world. His three-piece suit was equally as black as his hair, though his tie was a haunting cherry red which made his chest pop up a bit. His eyes were sharp and alluring, he could probably turn anyone who laid their eyes on him a stone statue in seconds. This guy was attractive yes, but what wasn’t as attractive as himself was the half naked girls who had their arms snaked around his - maybe you were just jealous?.
You turned to Jin, your mouth hung open
“Who the fuck is that?”
Jin snickered while returning a few glasses that were wrapped around his fingers, he could clearly see that this was the first time you’ve ever seen him and it made Jin’s snicker turn into a low laughter. “Like what you see?”
You felt your cheeks heat up together with your hammering heart. You turned around, hoping that you’d catch another mesmerizing glimpse of the man in the suit but you frowned when it looked like he had vanished somewhere out of your sight. With a sigh of disappointment you proceeded to stand up, catching Jin’s attention.
“Leaving already? You’re about to miss the best part”
This perked up your attention and your head cocked to the side, your brows crushed together curiously while your arms were crossed above your chest. “Best part?”
Jin nodded, removing the egg white apron that was tied about his waist. He waved his hand in an excused manner to his - you guessed boss - and he motioned you to follow him. While walking, you noticed how Jin was familiar with almost all the people in the bar, it made you a tad bit jealous only knowing your best friend who was probably drunk with some guy. A smile played at your lips, knowing how she’d act the next day and how amusing it was to watch her walk with a chocolate bar in her mouth while yelling ‘asshole’ to the wall.
“So” Jin began, startling you a bit. “Let me tell you a little bit about The Black Base - or TBB in short. The guy you saw before is the son of the most famous mafia gangs around town, they’re so rich that rumors say his dad bathes in money” Jin explained, raising his head to greet the people that passed him.
“TBB? But what’s he doing here? Shouldn’t he, like, work or something?” You asked, flattening the tight black dress that hugged your curves a little too tight for your taste.
Jin laughed. “Work? The guy is born with a silver spoon in his mouth, work is the least thing he worries about” He paused. “If he even does have any worries”.
This guy sounded like a complete jerk to you and you haven’t even met him yet.
Jin had taken you to what looked like the more rich part of the bar. All the men wearing suits and tall glasses of expensive champagne hung from their hands. Filthy rich bastards You thought as you and Jin sat down on a round table, Jin gently nudged your leg, nodding to the left. His expression screaming ‘look over there’ with a smirk.
And so you did.
And there he was.
“Wait- what’s his name?” You furiously looked back at jin, who was just smiling.
“Jeon Jungkook” Jin said. Ah, even his name sounded like rich dirt to your ears.
He looked as fine as before, not a single wrinkle had taken over his black suit and it looked like he had switched girls - huh, what a player You thought as you rolled your eyes over this strange feeling that bubbled in your stomach. Anger mixed with a drop of jealousy.
“Looks like they’re playing pool this time” Jin said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Aah Jin! My man”
Your heart was about to explode.
Jungkook was standing right next to Jin with a sly smirk, his body leaning comfortably with the support of his elbow on Jin’s shoulder. Jin chuckled.
“Hey, another game I see? Can I count on you if I bet you’ll win?”
Jungkook laughed. His laughter was loud and obnoxious, filling the whole room with it. You frowned because it muffled the song which happened to be your favorite one, damn was he loud.
Suddenly, his eyes pierced through your body and you forgot to breathe for a moment. His knife like eyes carved a hole in your heart and you shifted uncontrollably in your seat, rubbing your legs together to distract you from looking back at him - but you fell into his trap and looked.
“And who’s this”
It didn’t even sound like a question to you, it sounded more like a demand. His confidence shone brightly, and the way his eyes traveled from your eyes to your lips and further down made your heart flutter. You mentally scolded yourself for letting this jerk shake up your fragile heart, worst part is that you kind of liked how his attention was on you for the time being.
“Oh!” Jin lit up like a Christmas tree, he grinned at the way your cheeks were turning into a strawberry like shade. “This is Y/N, we recently met but I do consider us friends already”.
Jungkook raised a brow, his smirk more prominent than before. He - just like everyone else - had his hand occupied with a transparent glass of Champagne, the yellow fluid crashed from side to side as he swung his glass in a slow pace. Jungkook hummed in response.
“You seem to always befriend the most ethereal ones, Jin. No wonder they say you have a keen eyesight” He playfully nudged Jin’s shoulder, laughing.
You covered your mouth, unsure of how to reply to such a compliment. Not unsure - too embarrassed was the word. You were amazed at how easily this guy could compliment someone, let alone a complete stranger. He was probably blinded by his narcissism, jerk.
Jin shrugged. “This is Y/N’s first time here, I hope you show her what great games they display here, so she maybe can come again” Jin gained a laughter from your lips, Jin was definitely better than this jerk, he was more careful and gentle while Jungkook just cut to the chase. Painfully.
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N” Jungkook tapped his chin each time he said your name, still smirking. “I like it” He caught your sight and winked before walking over to another table, making your heart jump up at the sudden way his eyes scanned you - as if you were the prey that his stomach growled for.
God, but he was so fucking attractive you patted yourself for not being like the other girls who would’ve thrown themselves on him a long time ago.
“Y/N! The game is about to start” Jin said and clapped his hands in excitement, his eyes were glued to the pool table and you followed his glance, your own eyes landing on the same table as your bartender friend. You tried to suppress a giggle at how Jin was shaking from being too excited - it was actually kind of cute.
“C'mon Jungkook, don’t let me down!” Jin shouted when Jungkook came out with a cue stick, he was waving to Jin but then his eyes were on you again.
Why is he looking at me? You thought, chewing on your bottom lip nervously.
Jungkook looked focused and it honestly took you in surprise. How could this player be so dedicated to something when he couldn’t even stick with one girl? You shook your head, trying to get the poisonous thoughts out of your head and maybe, just maybe you could watch this game.
You were at a loss for words, completely shocked at how this game had ended - Jungkook had won five games in a row now. You couldn’t even imagine the money he had gotten from just one game. Your attention was focused on the people behind you who were whispering about both Jungkook and TBB.
“His father is rather lucky, even though he only has two months left”
Your eyes went wide when your mind finally digested what the man behind you had just said. You barely knew Jungkook but how come your heart felt as if it got hit with a hammer just now? Was this pity? Worry?.
You looked at the ground for a moment before Jin called your name, causing you to look up.
“Jungkook said he was inviting us for a few drinks! You coming?” He smiled at you, showing off his pearly white teeth while his hand grabbed yours and without any sort of answer - he lead you to a table.
There he was again, looking so incredibly handsome that you were afraid that if you touched him you’d burn yourself.
“Ah! Jin, Y/N glad you could join me” Jungkook grinned, his tone low and raspy from all the alcohol he had poured down his throat "Sit down, sit down”.
So you both sat down and Jungkook grabbed Jin’s glass, filling it with the same champagne as before and then moved on to yours.
“Can you handle it, kitten?“
The nickname he just gave you made a shiver travel down your spine and onto your toes, you couldn’t help but curl them underneath your heels.
You mimicked his signature smirk
"Are you trying to intimidate me?"
Jungkook chuckled, pouring down the gold liquid until your whole glass was mid full, you noticed how he seemed to sneak glances at you - but honestly, you didn’t mind at all.
Jeon Jungkook was sneaking glances at you anyway.
"So” Jungkook began, leaning back on his chair, toying with his Rolex watch for awhile before your eyes met again. Something about his stare told you that you’re in danger, it was alarming. The way his eyes seemed to bore into your own created a spell in which you could not escape, no matter how much you wanted to avoid his stare, and how much you struggled; you were trapped.
“Who’s the lucky one hm?”.
You drew your eyebrows together in confusion, your mind blank for awhile before you finally prepared your reply.
“No one” You simply said, tasting the drink in your glass. “My best friend wanted me to come, so, I did”.
God. He was just sitting down and you still thought it was the hottest thing you’ve seen, what spell did he posses that made you feel like this? You were a deer and he was the beast in this game, and just like his other games - he was winning.
Jungkook rubbed his chin, letting the words that came out of your alluring lips melt in his brain which seemed to be clouded with only you. He leaned forwards, hands clasped together and elbows on the table.
Jin suddenly spoke up.
“Shit, the boss is calling for me” He said and stood up. “Enjoy yourselves” Jin flashed a weak smile before he vanished and you were left with Jungkook.
Your head - as if you had no control over your actions - spun to the direction of Jungkook’s voice from where Jin had left. You gulped when he suddenly abandoned his seat and proceeded to sit next to you, Jungkook moved too swiftly for your eyes to even register what just happened - or how it even happened.
“I seem to take quite an interest in you, you’re.. Mmh He paused to think, while doing this you found his arm wrapped around your waist and he was slowly pulling you to his body.
"You’re different my dear” Jungkook smirked, placing a strand of your hair behind your ear.
You shivered at the touch, cold yet it still had a burning flame dancing underneath his fingers, and it traveled all the way up to your neck.
“I-I am?” You gulped for the second time.
Jungkook chuckled. “Did you just stutter? Never knew bad girls could do that”.
Chewing on your bottom lip as if it was your last meal, you connected your legs together in order to conceal how nervous you were but of course - he found out rather quickly.
“Well” You straightened your back, emptying the glass. “You said I’m different, no?”
It was Jungkook’s turn to chew on his lip. He raised one eyebrows and huffed in nothing but amusement. He was pulling on your strings so you decided to pull his - was it working? God knows if.
“You’re right - you are different” Jungkook said, rubbing his hand on your exposed thigh, slowly as if to tease you. “So different that it makes me want to have you all to myself” A dark chuckle made its way from his mouth and you felt his finger ghost around your panties.
You moaned out softly when Jungkook hit your wet core, rubbing it a bit too roughly - but then you liked it at the same time. You were just scared because fuck, you and him were both drunk, what if regrets crash down the next day?.
“Princess, I really wanna get you out of that dress” Jungkook whispered, his hot breath laced with the smell of alcohol hit your neck and holy shit you wanted to get out of it too but you were drunk? Half of the time you didn’t even know what you were saying, shit could go down real fast.
“W-Wait, I’m drunk, you’re drunk. I don’t think this is a good idea, really.” You exhaled, wanting to deny how painful it was when his fingers left your panties. “Besides, you can get any girl you want here, how about that huh?”.
Jungkook was so fucking amused. You were putting on a good ass show right in front of him and it had been a long time since he felt something like this. Sure, he could get anyone he wanted but there was no one who could replace the flames in the pit of his stomach which he got from you. Jungkook wanted you and he will get you - no matter what but he had to play out your cards first, that’s just how the game goes right?.
Jungkook put his hands up in surrender, grinning. “My bad, my bad. You’re right, but then again” He brought his face so close to yours that your noses brushed together. “I wouldn’t mind fucking you drunk”.
Your face was probably burning in different shades of pink and red. You were about to say something but then you heard the familiar voice of your best friend, and you couldn’t express how happy you felt to see her face.
“Y/N I-” Your best friend, Seulbi came into view and once she saw you and Jungkook, she closed her mouth shut. Your eyes screamed 'I can explain’ but before you could do anything Seulbi grabbed your arm and yanked you out of the seat.
“Ah! Seulbi!” Jungkook lit up, clasping his hands together. “Nice to see you again! Whoa, look at you! Seems like you’re doing good without me”.
You looked at your best friend, the corners of your lips curved downwards and now it was Seulgi’s eyes that screamed 'I can explain’. You looked at her and then Jungkook, then back at her.
“You know him?!”
“I- Well, we were something before. But trust me, I’m helping you over here by getting the fuck away from this, this asshole” Seulbi angrily said, her eyes cutting through Jungkook, every word that levitated from her mouth was wrapped up with pure hatred - like a gift from hell itself.
“You never told me about him” You said sternly, letting your arms limp by your sides. You weren’t exactly mad at her, but there was something inside of you that made your stomach churn in displeasure.
“Y/N, let’s go, he probably tried something on you didn’t he? God, here I’ll-"
"Let go, Seulbi"
Seulbi’s eyes widened. She’d seen you angry plenty of times before but this was something else - something more than just being angry. She could almost see the heat from your head in front of her eyes and it made her feel heartbroken, you two had been best friends for so long. Seulbi didn’t want this to end.
Not like this.
"Y/N, seriously? Don’t trust this guy, and I’m saying this from experience” Seulbi said, her voice soft and gentle yet still had something in it that made you scoff. “Get away from him"
"Seulbi, honey, dear. Can’t you see what you’ve done? Can’t believe you kept me a secret from your best friend” Jungkook said mockingly, hands behind his back while he strolled in circles around you two.
Jungkook mingled around you for a moment, leaning in to whisper into your ear.
“What kind of best friend does this huh?"
You knew that he was just talking bullshit to get you on his side. But then again, you still couldn’t believe that she lied about Jungkook.
Couldn’t believe that she slept with one of the richest men just to have everything her finger landed on. It tore you apart. That explains why she never lends her clothes to you, because if Seulbi did - then her sugar daddy that is standing right beside you wouldn’t be her sugar daddy anymore.
"Now I know. Now I know why you didn’t let me borrow your clothes, because your contract with 'JK daddy’ would get terminated” You snapped at Seulbi, making her step back. “Right?!”.
You never yelled at Seulbi. Not even when she did something wrong, or when she broke something, but this. This was another story. A story that almost made you burst into tears because of how ridiculous it was.
“My, my. I would certainly not call this a friendship, Seulbi, dear, how could you?” Jungkook cooed softly, his words felt like cotton in your ears and it made your heart jump.
“Y/N, come with me”
You didn’t know what happened - or how it happened. But Jungkook was dragging you around the bar until the fresh air of the outside world hit you. And it was then that you finally exploded into small, transparent drops. Your tears rolled down your cheeks and this made Jungkook’s heart ache for the first time in awhile. He had never seen someone look so miserable but at the same time so captivating while they cried.
Jungkook felt himself almost crying seeing you like this. Your cheeks puffy and sore, eyes slowly melting into a deep scarlet. The way your lips quivered with grief made him want to kiss the pain away but he stopped himself, noting what you said before about the two of you being drunk. But Jungkook couldn’t just let you stand there, couldn’t let you get drenched in the rain that started to pour down as if someone was pouring down water from a bucket.
“Here, let me” Jungkook cleared his throat before shrugging off his jacket, wrapping it around your bare shoulders so you wouldn’t get cold. Jungkook grabbed his cellphone from the pocket and pressed a contact, bringing the phone close to his ear.
“Jimin, its urgent - you know what to do” He simply said before putting the electric device back where he took it from.
You didn’t know what to feel, or how to feel. The only person who you thought could be there for you had been deceiving you and hurting you in secret. As if playing hide and seek but now you found the truth and you ended her game, and you were positive that another round wouldn’t come sooner.
“Forget her, yeah? You have to erase people like that from your life” Jungkook said, looking up at the dark sky. His hair was damp and it shone in the moonlight, emphasizing on his sharp and handsome features. This man was without a doubt God’s creation. He was elegant, and the white shirt that was getting wet in the rain gave you a sneak peak of how he’d look shirtless. Fuck, he looks so good like this.
In less than a few minutes later the sound of a car pulling over was heard and Jungkook grabbed your hand, opening the door for you and you sat down. Sighing while removing the jet black jacket from your shoulders, you folded it neatly - considering how expensive it looked.
“And who’s the princess this night"
You heard a soft voice ask, looking up you were met with a pair of eyes that were harsh yet the little fat under them represented youth. The driver - who you assumed was Jimin - viewed you from the mirror and he looked quite attractive even though you only saw eyes and a glimpse of carrot colored strands.
"No time for foolish games Jimin, the princess got her heart shattered into pieces” Jungkook uttered coldly. You guessed these two were great friends after you observed how Jimin’s eyes disappeared into small crescents, a chuckle escaping his rather plump lips. “Yes sir"
"W-Where are we going?” You weakly asked, surprised at how your voice was able to still give a sound after crying.
Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age he’s the right man for you.
Setting: Having been sent on a mission to steal a very expensive piece of art, Jungkook arrives at your house to report on his job and to deliver the valuable object into the hands of its rightful owner.
If one ever asked Jeon Jungkook what was the thing that he craved most in his life he would without a doubt mention your name. He admired you. Pure adoration and much too visible eagerness displayed on his face whenever your eyes met and lingered a bit too long on each other. You were his boss. Free from doubt, he respected you greatly and made sure never to disappoint the object of his desire. That was probably why he had always been the best in completing even the most challenging and painfully shitty tasks no one else was capable of handling. Utter devotion and competing nature of your younger subordinate and childhood friend Jungkook never ceased to amaze you. It was only natural to turn to him yet another time. After all, wasn’t it obvious that he’d have been more than thrilled to fulfil your orders? Yes, you knew it well. The prospect of a possible reward left him even more restless and yearning for your attention each and every time.
His main problem that he had to struggle with on numerous occasions however, was the fact that in your eyes he had always been a shy and cute younger friend who had to be protected. Definitely not a real man that could very well make your legs feel wobbly when in his presence.
On the other hand, poor Jungkook could not possibly realise the fact that you were more than acutely aware of his now changed physics and strikingly different vibes that were coming out of him whenever he entered the room. Was this really the same lost baby boy with puppy eyes that used to sneak into your bed because he could not fall asleep?
Hell, no. The moment you saw him after a 4 years break had made you question your ability to see properly. He was ridiculously handsome. Tall, slim, but with visible muscles that his too tight clothes exposed all too well. The way he walked even. His voice. Everything so drastically different you wanted to scream. And, there he was - wooing you and doing everything to prove that despite his age he can make you his. Everything to make you see that your mafia boss ass would never find better hands to take care of it. Both, literally and metaphorically.
So, once called to your office and after having heard that he indeed can once again cater to your silly whims, his stomach jumped in excitement.
Y: Stop smirking and answer. Will you be able to complete the mission or no?
K: Seriously, though… another painting, noona? How many have I fetched for you so far?
Y: Do you have any problems with that? Shall I ask Taehyung if you chicken out already?
K: No such thing.
His voice turned dark and hoarse. After all, you really knew how to pull his strings. Who was the one smirking now?.
K: I’ll take my leave, then. We’ll see each other soon.
K: No, very soon…
He corrected himself and you raised your eyes from the documents only to see his back disappearing behind the doors of your office.
The mission had gone smoothly. He’d been extremely motivated to steal that one particularly expensive piece of art for his beautiful boss. Sadly, Jeon Jungkook, professional hitman and a burglar had run into some unexpected problems on the way, which had left him slightly wounded in the end. Had he been too careless because of all that tormenting images in his head? Had it been too difficult to focus on the task at hand with your pretty face taunting him over and over again? He had refused to answer any of these nagging questions and immediately after retrieving the object of your desire his feet found its way to your breathtaking house.
You went out of your room to fetch a glass of water from the kitchen when you saw him standing in the middle of the vast room, holding tightly onto the neatly wrapped piece of art. A small smile forming on your face, but it died out just as quickly. What was that red stain on his shirt?
Instead of going forward, your legs stopped obeying you and you found yourself taking a step back. It looked so nasty. His shirt was drenched with sticky, red liquid. Was it getting too hot in the room? You suddenly felt it was hard to breathe.
Only then did you notice your loving sister and also a partner in running one of the most fearsome Mafia gangs in the country clutching to his devastated t-shirt in an attempt to perhaps have a better look of his wound?
The word resonated in your head and you didn’t like the way it made you feel.
K: It’s alright, Lulu. I’m ok. It’s nothing major.
He tried to push away her prying fingers. Hands stretched out for you to show the prize that doubtlessly proved that he had completed the mission without fail.
Only now you did not care much about that foul painting. You could tear it to shreds right there and then.
Despite having problems with standing he looked so content and proud for having been able to successfully finish his task.
L: Oh, fuck Kooks, it looks so awful! Get that ass of yours to the bathroom I have to tend to this wound or otherwise you’ll bleed out on all the carpets.
You knew your sister well enough to realise that she was just joking around to ease the tension. One quick glance in your direction showed her how bad the situation was.
K: Common, it’s nothing to make a fuss about!
Before she had a chance to respond you cut the discussion short with your command.
Y: Do as you’re told and stop fucking around, you brat!
He looked a bit bewildered but also knowing Jungkook too well, Lulu started pushing him into the direction of the bathroom, not letting him engage into yet another fight with you.
Once out of your sight, you felt yourself getting teary-eyed. Guilt, worry and regret… All these emotions hit you out of a sudden. You were glad Lulu was there. You could not take care of his injury with your hands shaking like that. You felt weak. You didn’t want to show how badly this incident affected you. Since when exactly was the head of a mafia organisation so fragile?
You decided to get him some food. He must have been hungry and tired. The operation to get the painting had taken the entire night and it was only a matter time for him to finally feel the exhaustion spreading over his body.
Not long after, the smell of freshly prepared food fioated around the house. As expected, forever hungry Jeon Jungkook came back to the kitchen the moment his nose sensed it. If there was something that hadn’t changed since he was a child it definitely must have been his appetite. Fond memories started roaming in your head again.
The food was ready soon after. You were observing him as he was sitting at the table and stuffing his cheeks with curry rice you had prepared for him. Cute. Your heart skipped a beat. That fucker… You hated him for being so fucking perfect.
He was visibly tired. Eyes getting smaller and smaller. He rubbed them in between stuffing another portion of rice into his now red from exhaustion fluffy cheeks.
He gulped two 0,5 glasses of cola one after the other. Asked for seconds and after devouring it you thought he’d have fallen asleep on the table.
Y: Why don’t you go and have a nap in my room?
Your melodic voice brought him back to reality. He wanted to respond but only a huge yawn escaped his mouth. He simply nodded instead and took his way to your room where he had a shower and collapsed on your bed just after.
K: Oh god… it feels so good in her bed.
He felt blessed. He was so comfy. It really felt amazing and he was struggling at this point so much. It wasn’t like every day he had a chance to lay down in your bed. He was totally taken in by the smell of your sheets. Everything had your scent and the very thought that it was your bed and that you were sleeping there must have influenced his dreams.
Needless to say, after a couple of hours later he woke up with a huge problem in his now too tight boxer briefs. The dream he had was so vivid… The truth was he’d been dreaming of you numerous times but today it was more real than ever.
He was laying there, still a bit sleepy and drowsy from his nap. When he opened his eyes he could have sworn that he really had fucked you. He didn’t even know where he was…
After the initial confusion, everything slowly came back to his pretty head and he felt a frustrating disappointment the moment he finally realised it had been all just a wet dream.
One of too many…
K: No you didn’t just have sex with Y/N in the kitchen, get a hold of yourself, you idiot… It was just a fucking dream.
He reprimanded himself. The statement he had just uttered was so mentally agonising but he had to do this to bring himself back to harsh reality. The one in which he didn’t have sex with you in the kitchen after you had prepared a curry rice for him.
All he wanted was to close his eyes and go back to this vivid dream. But, unfortunately, even though he was trying very hard to fall asleep again there was this problematic issue that didn’t let him sleep anymore…
He growled angrily in frustration. This poor boy was shifting nervously from one to the other side of the bed while replaying images of you and him fucking mindlessly on that kitchen counter. He got so hard it was beginning to be painful. Almost unbearable. If he had been in his own bed he would have jacked himself off as he usually did when he had these dreams with you.
It felt a bit not right to do that there, though… Right?
At least, somewhere at the back of his head, he knew he really shouldn’t have. That it was inappropriate and just simply wrong. He was having this mental fight. Weighing arguments for and against.
K: Get your shit together. You won’t wank off in her bed!
He angrily switched position to lay on his stomach and put his arms under the pillows to prevent himself from doing any nasty things.
Turned out, that it was the worst possible decision ever…
He felt his large hands brushing against some silky material. It was so nice to touch that he fumbled it in between his fingers. Soon after, the curiosity won over him and he pulled out the fabric from under the pillows.
He examined the delicate material resting in his palms.
K: No… noooo…
He took a deep breath and squeezed your panties in his hand burying head into the sheets. It was the exact moment when it dawned on him that he had lost this unfair battle. He rolled over on his back again.
His free hand immediately in his boxers and he started jerking off.
No further doubts in his head anymore. It just felt too good to control himself and he had yearned for this too much to stop.
He was playing with your panties in one of his hands, while the other slowly worked his rock hard member. He even sniffed them trying to get to know how you would taste. He was still replaying the mental images from the dream in his head. He wanted to be in you so badly.
So badly that he took your panties and without much thinking wrapped his painful erection with them. He began pumping even harder and quicker.
The fabric created this nice sensation on his skin and a soft moan escaped his lips. He was breathing laboriously and he even cried out your name from time to time, imagining that he is indeed thrusting into you on that kitchen counter as it had been in his dream.
Your panties were completely soaked wet. He was leaking with precum and only moments shared him from this much-needed release. A couple of strokes with his skilful hand and long fingers.
But then, he heard a knock on the door.
Y: Kookie, are you up?
It was you. His heart almost stopped in his chest. He quickly covered himself with the blanket and answered in a shaky voice. So unlike him.
K: Yeaahhh… Kind of…
Is he out of breath? - you were thinking to yourself, getting a little worried about his condition.
Y: Are you unwell, Kooks?
K: No, I’m just fine, noona. Perfectly fine!
Let’s be honest. It didn’t sound too convincing so you slowly opened the door and entered the room. He was covered up with blankets up to his ears.
So cute…Too cute…
Your thoughts once again drifting away in a wrong direction. You couldn’t help, but to smile at this big boy.
Y: Did you sleep well, sleepyhead?
He saw you were moving in the direction of the bed and was mentally panicking. He wanted to die for his stupidity and lack of any control over his hormones. Being caught by your love interest while jacking off in her bed? What a wonderful prospect! It surely would help in proving that he wasn’t a childish boy anymore. He was crying inside and scolding himself in his thoughts.
it was like a really shitty predicament that he found himself in… it became clear that you intended to sit beside him on the bed and soon after, there he was with a hard on and you sitting inches away from him. His face was so red you kept on nagging him with questions…
Y: Kookie, are you sure you’re alright?
You touched hid forehead with your hand.
Y: You seem feverish…
K: No, trust me! I’m ok, noona.
He really tried to play it cool. Too bad…
Y: Maybe it’s because of the wound? Lemme see it.
After saying that you took the sheets in your hand, wanting to uncover this poor, little, wounded boy… You were so worried!
K: NOOOOOO… NO!
He almost jumped on the bed desperately catching the sheets and clinging to them for his dear life which in all honesty got you even more worried about him. Maybe even annoyed? Was he playing a big man while actually, he was in real pain? Your face twisted at the thought.
Y: Oh, I knew it! You’re in pain! Why didn’t you tell us earlier?!
You kept on shouting louder and louder.
Y: Don’t try to act like some fucking badass! It’s not one of your stupid video games you brat!
Then you pulled the sheets with all of your force… and well…
You didn’t quite expect to see what you saw. First of all, Jeon Jungkook,, your childhood friend and now a subordinate had a fucking hard on. Second of all? It seemed as if your panties stood out from under his boxers.
Y: Kooks, you’re huge!
You thought to yourself or maybe you wanted to but it turned out that you had just said it out loud.
Yes, it must have been the case judging from Jungkook’s reaction. His chocolate brown eyes went wide. He wanted to say something. He even opened his mouth in order to do so, but in the end, he didn’t utter a thing. At least, nothing coherent.
You were just staring at his length… Everything about this situation was oh so awkward. He felt so ashamed. He tried to read from your face what you were possibly thinking and sadly, he only had bad predictions…
K: Baby girl, I’m so sorry… It just kind of… happened? I don’t know how… I mean…
And truth to be told all you were thinking then was how damn hot he looked. His body in full view. Rock hard thighs pressed together in a pathetic attempt to hide his throbbing member. He was so visibly scared of your reaction. His plump lips were left partially open in an ‘o’ shape. Eyes even bigger than ever.
You felt the sudden urge to touch him. He was just irresistible, You more or less knew what must have happened and you couldn’t really blame him… He’s so young… He had been in your bed and then he probably also found the panties.
You felt your core getting hot. The idea of Jungkook touching himself in your bed was simply too alluring… and so dirty.
Immediately, you decided to play along.
Y: Did you wank in my bed?
K: Noona, I’m so so…
Y: Answer the question, dammit!
You interrupted him not letting him utter his miserable apologies. He grabbed so hard on the sheets that it must have hurt him. He averted your gaze feeling so bad for himself, but then… he forgot how to breathe when he saw your hand approaching his boxers.
You took the string of your panties that was standing out from his boxers and you slowly pulled the string trying to take them out and unwrap his member.
And, oh fuck… You could only imagine how pleasurable it was for him observing how he threw his head back moaning in response. His body shivered feeling as the fabric was ticklishly moving around his shaft.
K: Baby girl…
Breathless plea leaving his deliciously enticing wet with saliva lips.
Y: Did you think about some other girls when you were jerking off?
Your voice as cold as it was only possible. He frowned at the accusation. He wanted to respond but you caught him short when you put a hand on his hard member caressing him through the boxers.
He inhaled sharply and due to the pleasurable sensation that unexpectedly crept over his body, he forgot what he was about to say. His mind completely blank focusing only on your ministrations. Hips already rocking in rhythm with you palm. His orgasm was quickly building up all over again. You were rubbing his cock in circles never really fully taking him into your hand, but applying enough pressure for him to forget his name.
Y: Answer the fucking question, you brat!
You ran up with your hand so high that it must have hurt him now. Hesqueaked and his hands involuntarily trying to hold you closer to his chest so as to hug you, He truly wanted to answer back, but it was all very hard because of your touch.
K: Noona, I’d never…Believe me, please!
His answer delivered in between desperate moans and harsh grunts coming out of his throat.
Y: So, what did you think about? Eh?!
K: About you!
He blurted out truthfully. His head collapsing in the crook of your neck.
Y: Like I’d believe you, you dirty, little liar!
He was so turned on that he was bending down, trying to look for your lips. His hip thrusts even more erratic now. It wasn’t going to last much longer. Despite feeling like in fucking heaven he was so flustered that you didn’t want to believe him. He quickly spat out, without much thinking. His voice cracking all the time.
K: I was dreaming about fucking you on that damned kitchen counter!
Words quickly came out of his mouth. His laborious breathing was a true music to your ears.
A way to get a confession out of a guy. Indeed. But, he sounded so sexy you felt a sudden wave of pleasure in your stomach and you felt that it was too much to tease him so you cooed…
Y: Baby, please tell me more.
His spirits got up after hearing that familiar nickname. You went on.
Y: Did you fuck me well?
Being obviously turned on as well at this point, you couldn’t keep it in anymore. Your words were like magic. He started eagerly nodding his head. Overexcited and happy that you finally believed him.
K: Baby you were moaning so hard for me, I swear…
Y: Was I?
K: Oh, yes, yes. You did! You even screamed my name over and over again.
All the time you kept massaging his dick and, not surprisingly, being the little kinky shit that he was, your dirty talk threw him over the edge. Before climaxing he once again nuzzled his head into your neck as if embarrassed and came hard into his boxers.
Frankly, you hadn’t even palmed him properly but he came anyway. You chuckled a little when you realised that. He hugged you so tightly afraid of letting go. You hugged him back, fondly massaging his back and helping him to calm down. When he was more or less alright he put your foreheads together and looked deeply into your eyes, still a bit embarrassed. He bit his lip. The usual habit when he got nervous and then he kissed you. Deeply. With such passion, you could feel his affection towards you. He was so needy and wanted you so badly words could not express how he felt then…
Out of a sudden, you heard Yoongi screaming as if there was some kind of an emergency or what not…
S: Y/N… where are you?! I came to hang that fucking painting for you!
Judging from his voice he must have been getting closer and closer to your room. You didn’t want to let one of your most mean assistants know that you had just jerked off Jungkook, so you quickly leaped to your feet leaving him with puppy eyes.
Y: Sure, coming!
Just before leaving the room you gave Jungkook a quick peck on his forehead and he flashed that gummy smile of his that had always made your stomach feel disturbingly warm.
And this is how Jeon Jungkook got his very first and definitely not the last orgasm from you.
Hello friends! Mafia/gang au were always my favourite after watching KHR haha. So I finally gave a shot at it! I was really inspired by two amazing tumblr writers so I would like to thank them for motivating me to write after reading their work! A massive thank you to @narika-a who wrote a scenario with mafia GOT7, the plot of this fic is mainly developed from their scenario with Youngjae. And a special thank you to @jungk0oksthighs and their amazing mafia au fic giving me the final push to write this! I hope everyone enjoys it!
Summary: Jaebum is one of the most notorious gang leaders in South Korea. He is merciless and brutal allowing him and his group, GOT7, to own most of Seoul. One day he goes after a young female who happened to be interfering with his business, who ultimately stole 40 grand from him. However, he got the wrong girl. She was nothing but a poor student who worked overtime at night to pay for her rent, and when she’s not busy with school or work her favourite pass time was to give Jaebum a never-ending headache. The girl didn’t steal 40 grand from him. She stole so much more, his heart.
I watch her through the tinted windows of my car before wandering to the red digital numbers glowing on the dashboard. It read exactly 2 AM on the dot. A small smirk stretches across my face as I watch her bend over to lock the front doors of the run down pub cueing me to proceed with the schedule. It was all perfectly timed, in exactly 5 minutes she will be in the optimal position. I slip out of the black Camaro closely following her in her haste footsteps as she made her way back to her dingy apartment. At exactly 5 minutes time she stood in front of the dark alley, wasting no time I lunged forward grabbing her by the back of her jacket’s collar and pulled her into the dead end. She opened her mouth to scream so I quickly shut her up by slamming her small frame into the graffiti covered brick wall. She lets out a small cry which was then quickly followed by soft sniffles. Her body quakes under my strong grip and I almost felt slightly bad, just almost.
“Stop crying!” I order turning her around to face her tear streaked face.
Her eyes were squeezed shut in utter terror.
“Yah look at me girly, that’s the least you could do after stealing over 40 grand from my business!”
To say I was taken aback was an understatement when she started to yell.
“I don’t know what you are talking about! I’m dirt broke! Why else do you think I am out this late working at a shitty run down pub in the fucking ghettos?! I already had a shit day with creeps like you trying to take me home so for gods sake just leave me alone!” She screams finally opening her eyes to reveal the warmest (e/c) hue I’ve ever seen.
I would be more appreciative of them if they weren’t full of rage and sending daggers into my soul. I shook my head to clear out the doubts that started to swim in my mind. My perfect plan was flawless to the second but a small detail may have been missed, I may have gotten the wrong girl? No impossible, she must be acting innocent.
“Don’t lie to me!” I yell out in frustration causing her frustration to skyrocket as well.
She flails her arms smacking me in the face causing my already boiling anger to overflow.
“Let go of me you freak! Do you think I would be out here in shit city at 2 AM if I stole 40k from you? No! I would be at home rolling in silk sheets in piles of money you idiot!”
Okay I’ll admit, even though she was infuriating seeing that she was so keen on lying I couldn’t help but find her charming, especially at the wild reasoning she spewed on about. I roll my eyes roughly turning her to face the wall once again.
“Alright, that was funny at first but now I’m done,” I sigh ripping her long wool jacket clean off her back.
The seams of her coat tore open with a satisfying pop along with the plain white t-shirt she wore underneath. I toss the torn fabric across the snow covered alleyway leaving her cold and vulnerable in the cold night air. Her fierce aura left her body as quick as it came as she started sobbing once more, hugging herself as she stood there hunched over with a thin ripped shirt. I could clearly see the cold winter air biting at her bare skin where goose bumps started to form, however I couldn’t seem to find the signature dragon tattoo that was supposed to litter the vast majority of her back. At that moment I knew I fucked up.
“Fuck…fuck I’m so sorry. I-I got the wrong person. Haha surprise?” I nervously grin finally letting her out of my iron grip that will probably cause bruises to bloom all over her body later from man handling her.
Her lips quiver as she spares me one final look with her large doe eyes before bursting out in tears and making a mad dash out of the alley.
“Hey!” I called out, it wasn’t supposed to sound so threatening but I guess being friendly and approachable was not my forte. At my voice she sped up, disappearing around the corner.
“Fuck!” I hiss under my breath, kicking her jacket out of the way to follow her.
(Little bit of a trigger warning so beware. To others, enjoy!)
Being the Mafia Boss of Bangtan, Namjoon would be the angriest. He wouldn’t show it around the others, but as was his blood was boiling at the thought of those bastards hurting you, his sanity would dwindle. Namjoon kept glancing at the framed photo of you on his desk.
He was tense all over and couldn’t sleep without your warm body next to him at night. It might be pathetic to some, but your pillow still held a scent that was completely you. Namjoon would bury his face in the fabric and let angry tears drop onto the cushioned fabric.
His next move was to bring out each and every gun he owned. Namjoon would carefully clean them and thinking about how satisfying it would be to watch his enemies skulls crack with each shot.
“I swear Y/n, I’ll get you back. Even if I have to kill every last one of those fuckers to do it.”
Jin would be ready to fight everyone and anybody with how tense he had become. Being the Designated Driver, it was his responsibility to get you in the van and to safety. He had watched with his own eyes as two masked men dragged you away from the van. Jin could still hear your nails digging into the siding of the van as they dragged you away.
Jin had went to Namjoon multiple times, begging his boss to let him try a quick rescue plan. Namjoon shot down each and every time, trying to reason with him. Jin would just close his mouth tightly and shake his head in disapproval.
Sometimes he would disappear and just drive around in the van, trying to get his mind off of you and focus on trying to get you back. But the keychain picture of you dangling from his keys made that all the more difficult.
“Hang on baby, I’ll get you back.”
Yoongi would openly display his anger. Throwing shit that annoyed him and going as far as picking fights with the older members. Bangtan would try to reason with him, but nothing could be said to the Hustler of the group.
Yoongi was known to be precise with his money and thoughts. Yet you were his most prized possession and now that you were in the hands of his enemy, he crumpled.
Yoongi took out his lighter and began to watch his money burn to crisp onto the ground. No amount of money was worth living for if he couldn’t have you. It started with dollar bills and built up to a hundred.
“I’ll watch them burn for what they did to you.”
Hoseok sat impatiently at his computer for days on end. Trying to figure ways out to hack into the enemies database. The others gathered around him as the screen lit up and a video of you was shown. You were blindfolded and gagged, missing most of your clothing. Hoseok clenched his jaw and Namjoon could only lay a hand on his shoulder as a masked figure approached you with what could only be a whip.
You struggled in your chair but he leather restraints around your limbs made it impossible to move. The man trailed the whip over your throat and looked directly into the camera.
“This is what happens, when you don’t follow rules Bangtan…” the while lashed down and stroked across your chest. Yoongi reached out and slammed the laptop shut. Hoseok was shaking in anger. He was visibly sweating and breathing heavily.
Without even a warning he stood from his chair, picked it up by one arm and slung it across the room. Nearly knocking down Jungkook in the process. Jimin and Namjoon moved to restrain Hoseok before he could cause anymore damage to himself or others.
“I’LL KILL THEM ALL!”
Jimin leaned his chin against his palms as he studied the anonymous sent picture of you. You were tied to a chair, then a operating table. Blindfolded and gagged with a busted nose and a blackened eye in the next. His eyes were dry from the hours he spent crying over you.
Jimin killed for a living. Nothing shook him anymore. Not until you were kid napped by a turf gang who decided to buck up to Bangtan. They were small, but dangerous, killing for fun.
Jimin took the sniped rifle that was leaning against the couch and checked the sights. His arms were shaking because of exertion, but adrenaline was what kept him going.
“I’ll show these children what a real killer looks like.”
Taehyung had dabbled in all sorts of poisons that could make someone literally vomit up their own stomach. Even tested a few on himself to form an antidote. Nothing made his stomach feel worse than losing you. You weren’t dead, Tae was positive if that. That didn’t make the pain disappear, only made it worse.
Taehyung carefully dropped the last pinpoint of poison into the bullet. He pulled off his gloves and marveled at its beauty. Being the weapons crafter, this was his job. He would make those bastards pay for what they did to you, one way or another.
Taehyung looked to the portrait of you and him during spring of last year. You were so beautiful and charming, he wondered what he did to deserve you. Taehyung loaded the bullet into the chamber of his pistol and gave it a good sling before cocking it one good time.
“I’m saving this one for you, Y/n. You can use it on whoever you choose.”
Jungkook was the rookie. The youngest out of Bangtan. Being only 20, his hormones were still very active. He was the hothead as well, always looking for a fight. Yet he couldn’t possibly fight any living person, for he had accidentally killed a man once when his anger had flown out of control. He was only 16 at the time and that experience had shaped him into the man he was today.
Jungkook had to settle on the punching bag before him. He had stripped of his sweaty shirt hours ago. The bandages had been stopped long ago because the blood seeping through them was getting messy. Jungkook growled when one chain busted off of the bag.
With a single spin including a roundhouse kick, the remaining rusty chains snapped and the bag collapsed on the dusty ground. Jungkook could only think of killing the rival gang members with his bare hands for ever harming you.
“Sit tight princess, daddy is coming.”
~Well this is badass…😮 Finished the actual request and feeling damn proud of myself~
Request: Can you write a smutty mafia boss au where Yoongi is known to be the most heartless person alive and would kill anyone in an instant, but when he comes home he treats his wife like a queen and would do anything for her.
Yoongi adjusts the cuffs of his expensive designer suit as he steps into the elevator.
He catches sight of himself in the mirror of the elevator. He hair is parted at the side, the jet black strands contrast beautifully with his pale skin giving him an intimidating, almost ghostly look. His eyes are cold and unreadable and despite his rather small height, his overbearing presence is enough to make even the bravest of men cry.
He smirks at the younger boy next to him, Jungkook, who seems to be staring at the older in awe. Yoongi had taken Jungkook under his wing a few weeks ago when he’d found the boy battered and bloody on the side of the road. It was unusual of Yoongi to show such kindness, his reputation of being a cold hearted killer preceded him, and everyone had been surprised at his act of generosity.
Maybe Yoongi was becoming too soft.
He would continually insist that he was only using Jungkook for personal gain, the boy was proving to have a lot of potential after all. He could probably make Yoongi and the organisation as a whole a lot of money in the future. Yet, there was another reason Yoongi was so fond of the boy, he reminded Yoongi of himself when he was younger. Back when his final shred of innocence hadn’t been taken away.
When the doors of the lift open, Yoongi takes the lead, confidently striding down the hallway with Jungkook following behind like a loyal little puppy. When he reaches the right room, he swings the door open without hesitation and everyone sitting inside falls silent due to his powerful, intimidating aura.
The only sound that can be heard is Yoongi and Jungkook’s footsteps against the polished wooden floor as they enter. Out of the corner of his eye, Yoongi could see Jungkook’s face turning slightly red, he knew the younger hated being the centre of attention. One day he would have to get over his shyness, however, Jungkook always got the job done when it needed doing and that’s all Yoongi cared about for now.
Yoongi sits down at the head of the table, Jungkook sliding into the chair next to him.
No one dares speak.
Finally Yoongi clears his throat “So is anyone going to tell me what’s going on or are you all just going to sit there?”