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.
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.
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?”
You woke up from another nightmare. Lately you’ve
been having too many of those.. You always end up waking up in the middle of
the night, covered in cold sweat, hands trembling in an unknown fear and a
strange jittery feeling in your chest that you can’t seem to shake off. It
makes breathing uneasy, feels like a heavy weight above you that’s pushing you
down. Finding sleep after that is next to impossible.
3 nights in a row now, the nightmares never end. Mornings are gloomy and nights
have become sleepless. The fact that you’re in a different house now doesn’t
This time it wasn’t Min Yoongi though. It was
someone else, covered in all black from head to toe; he dragged you by your arm
in a huge pit of fire. You screamed as the flames rose 50ft above the ground
and swallowed you whole. Your flesh burned and you called for help but nobody came.
Until you woke up and found yourself in your room all alone.
You sat on your bed now, hugging your knees while
looking out the open window beside you. A cold breeze passes through your hair
and an owl hoots somewhere in the far distance as you look on; you can hear the
cicadas buzzing. In the stillness of the night you can even hear the wind
howling. After sometime you start to feel an ease, the weight on your chest lifts
up and your heart settles down.
Then you hear some rustling outside your door,
metallic clatter of pots and pans. There’s light seeping into your room through
the small gap below the door. The time on your watch shows “12:45 AM”. What was
Jin cooking so late at night?
You crawl out of your bed; the floor is cold and
creaks underneath your foot with each step. You open the door carefully, step
into the small living area and you tiptoe towards the kitchen without making a
sound. Standing in a corner you watch Jin from a distance. His hand moves
gracefully as he slices and dices through vegetables quickly like a
You thought Jin was too busy with his cooking to
even notice your presence, plus you moved so silently like a ghost so there’s
no way he could tell. But you noticed how he turned his head just a little, as
if listening to your breathing, and then you caught a glimpse of his smile.
“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked without turning his
head and you came out of the dark.
“How did you know? I was so quiet.”
“Who do I work for y/n?”
You drag your feet on the floor and walk up
behind him, place your one ear on his back and wrap your arms around his torso.
“I had a nightmare” you said closing your eyes.
Jin was about 5 or 6inches taller than you and always smelled like vanilla
incense to you.
.“Again?” you could hear the concern in his
“Hmmm” You hum
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks and you
shake your head.
“No. it was horrible, awful. Just really bad.. I
don’t want to remember it. I can’t even sleep anymore-”
“Well I can’t either” he says.
“Did you have a nightmare too?”
“No, I was just hungry.”
“You had my share of cold noodles too” you bury
your face in his back “you’re such a pig”
“I’m also older than you; How about some respect
for a change? Is that how you talk to your elders?”
“You’re an old pig”
“You little punk-!” you chuckle. After some time you
start to tell him about the nightmare you had.
“I dreamed there was this huge fire..I was
burning and screaming, it was worse than the last one. I don’t dream about
anything good anymore. I’m so scared of going to sleep.” Jin turns around, abandons
his knife, and brings you into a hug.
“Nightmares don’t last forever. Open your eyes
and look around” you look at him instead. “This is real, I’m real”
He was right. This was real, the doe eyed boy
with a sweet smile standing in front of you was reality. You flesh wasn’t melting
off, you weren’t surrounded by fire. You were wrapped in his arms, safe and sound,
where there was warmth and feeling of love.
You held onto him and he placed his chin on top
of your head.
“How long do you want to stay like this?” he
“Is there a time limit?”
“Yes, I have to cook.”
“Just 2 more minutes than” you say smiling.
“2 more minutes it is.-” He looked at his watch
and you squeezed him tightly.
Seok Jin’s embrace was always welcoming, it only took seconds
for you to melt within him, when his strong arms were wrapped around your back
you felt protected, as if there was nothing in this world that could possibly
harm you. It soothed you, made you forget the demons that haunted you every
You felt safe
You felt loved.
That’s how life with Jin past 3 weeks has been
like. Some day’s you’re nothing but a bundle of sadness, just a heap of despair
lying on the bed and staring into far distance. On those days, he picks you up
and helps you realize that you’re still alive. On good days you talk about a
hopeful future or a wistful past.
“Do you miss it?” you would ask him. “People back
there, all your friends? Family? Min Yoongi?”
“Do you want me to be honest?” he would say and
you would nod eagerly
“I do. But not much of it”
“Will you go back?”
was Jin’s reply.
One day you asked him how he ended up with
someone like Min Yoongi. He had laughed.
“My father used to work for Yoongi’s dad. He was
the head of finance, taking care of all the money matters. They were good
friends. Until one day he had a car accident, he died then and there. I was
only 12. Mother married another business man only after 2 months of father’s
death. Apparently father hadn’t left anything under her name so she refused to
take me in. I didn’t have any close relatives.. That’s how I met Yoongi and his
dad. He took me in, said they were my only family now”
“Your father served me well all these years;
you’ll grow up and serve my son. That’s your fate Seok Jin. The sooner you
accept it, the better it will be for you” Jin recalled the words Yoongi’s
father had said to him with a sad smile.
“You don’t have to do it. If you don’t want to-”
you told Jin.
“I don’t have to.. But I don’t mind it anymore.
Yoongi is family and for family you do that kind of stuff”’
The day after the incident with Taehyung, Jin
took you out for ice-cream. That easily became one of the best memories of him
that you have. The night was perfect. The weather was crisp cold; Jin wrapped
you up in 3 layers of clothes. Sweaters, overcoats, woolen caps, mittens and
scarf. No part of your skin other than your eyes and nose was visible.
You had laughed after looking at yourself in the
mirror. You looked like a rag doll.
“Is it too
much? Remove the scarf” You hadn’t laughed like that in such a long time, it
felt great. Like the heavy weight on your chest was suddenly bearable; you
could breathe easily now. Jin said the reason why you needed to wear a bundle
of clothes was because it was cold outside but you knew most of it was because
he didn’t want anyone to recognize you.
You held his hand and walked among a crowd of
people without worrying that anyone could recognize you. Twirled around the
street like kid high on sugar rush all the while Jin just watched and smiled.
He wore a mask himself but his eyes could tell he was smiling.
“Are you happy?” he had asked on the away back
home and you had replied by pulling your scarf down from your mouth and placing
a light kiss on his cheek. “I guess you are”
After that day Taehyung hardly ever showed his
face to Jin (or you), though they remained in contact through calls. One time
he did show up at the house to pick up some of his stuff. When your eyes met he
had just glared at you without saying a word, let alone an apology.
“Why do you hate me? What did I do to you?” you
had asked him that day, just as he was leaving, Jin was busy doing something in
“You’re asking me? Why don’t you take a look
around” Taehyung had replied “You’ve ruined us. Our family.. Who knows where
Yoongi is, Jimin and hoseok are on the run, Jin hyung is here babysitting you and
you dare to ask me what you did. Do us
all a favor and fling yourself off a building you selfish bitch”
That was the last thing Taehyung said to you and
after that you never saw his face. A week later Jin said they were moving into
a different house, a much smaller one. Where Taehyung won’t be living with you
two, it would be just you and him. You were relieved. Though Living with Jin
all alone did make you uncomfortable at first but slowly you got used to it.
With your cheek pressed flat against the surface
of the dining table you observed Jin quietly. His strong back flexed time and
again as his hands moved swiftly up and down opening cabinets and drawers. He
was skilled at cooking. It was his job to cook 3 times a day and yours was to
clean the dishes. Work was divided like that.
Jin turns and looks at you over his shoulder. “Is
it that interesting? to see me cook?” he asks.
You shrugged and he went back to doing his work. And
you just kept gawking. After he was done he brought the food to table and mouth
watered at the sight of it.
“Hey Jin, can I ask you something?” after you
both finished your food, Jin picked up the dirty dishes and stacked them in the
“Yeah sure” he replied while washing his hands.
“Why don’t you ever ask me anything-?” you raised
the question that has been on your mind for quite some time now. You were
always asking Jin about his life but he never asked you anything about yours.
Even Min Yoongi never bothered. “I ask you about your life all the time. But
you don’t ask me anything?”
Jin wiped his hands clean on a paper towel and
walked up to you before placing a hand on top of your head and giving you a
“I already know everything about you”
“How?” you questioned still confused.
“When you first stepped foot inside the
‘headquarter’, a day after that Yoongi gave me the job of finding information
on you. That’s what my job is Y/n, I’m the information broker.”
“That makes sense”
“I know it sounds creepy but I know every single
detail about you. Where you were born, your mom and dad’s name, where your
mother lives now, your elementary school, high school, your relatives and all
that kind of information, I had to look it all up”
You just stayed quiet after hearing that.
“Are you mad at me?” you shook your head.
“Do you hate me now?”
“Then look at me” you did. You looked him
straight in the eyes and he knew something was wrong.
“We trust each other right?” this time you
couldn’t say it back.
I didn’t tell you earlier-”
“It wasn’t your fault; you were doing your job. I
just.. I feel like my privacy has been breached.
I feel violated. Does that sense?”
“It’s not like that” he said crouching down so his
face was right in front of yours. “Don’t say that okay.. The truth is I don’t
know anything about you. I know who you are I don’t know you as a person, yet-”
“I’d like to know who you are rather than just your name and where you live. Those
are pretty useless information honestly” he smiled and held your face in his
hands before placing a kiss on forehead right between your brows. “C’mon lets
go to bed its already late.”
Seok Jin’s bed was laid out right in front of the
sofa, there was only one bedroom in the apartment and Jin had decided it would
be yours. His bed included a single mattress with a bed sheet covering it. Pillows
were stacked all around and a blanket that was big enough for two.
“Hmmm” he answers sleepily.
“What’s your favorite color?” he opened his eyes
slowly and blinked a few times while you waited for him to answer
“I’ll buy you a gift”
“A gift?” he says in a raspy voice “why? What’s
“For taking care of me and for keeping me safe
all this time.. Feeding me Michelin star
worthy food everyday” you smile and he smiles back, his eyes shut again.
“It’s pink” he finally tells you “buy me
something expensive. No flowers though.. I have pollen allergy”
“-And proud” You end up laughing out too loud at
his words and he opens his eyes just stares at you.
“Why are you staring?” If only it was possible his
stare would burn a hole through your face. You start to get a little shy. “Is
there something on my face? Do I have an ugly smile?”
“You have a beautiful smile” Jin says touching a
strand of hair that fell in front of your face. “I knew someone who used to
laugh like that”
“Who was it? Was it your friend? Best friend?
Girl friend-” Jin’s smile dropped too quickly. It was a girl. You tried to change the subject quickly.
“You know what.. We should probably go to sleep
now. It’s already late. I should go now-”
“I want to kiss you.” You turned and gaped at
him. Your cheeks started to heat up and probably looked red at sight. With his
eyes still stuck on you. he supported himself on his one arm to hover over you
a bit. It was his sleepiness talking. It had to be.
“Jin” you backed a little when he came a bit
closer “I don’t think we should-”
“Do you mind?” he was asking for your permission.
You just had to say ‘yes’. One word and he’ll stop. One word and things will go
back to normal. Just one word
I do mind you kissing me. It’s not right, not when I have feelings for someone
else. So we can’t. We shouldn’t.
But then you froze and uttered the wrong word.
The moment the word slipped out of your mouth his
lips crashed against yours, knocking all the wind out of your lung. You fell
back and your hand caught the front of Jin’s shirt. His one hand was on your
side supporting his upper body and the other hand landed on your cheek. You
close your eyes breathed through your nose before kissing him back. Your hand
that was gripping the front of his shirt loosened up as you decided to push him
away. But somehow the hand just stayed there and your fingers started playing
with a button.
The last time you kissed Jin, 3 weeks ago, it really
felt like nothing. No great fireworks, no fluttering hearts. Just lips molding
onto one another mechanically and formally. This was different though, it was too
needy and a little sloppy.
Jin finally pulls away, you’re both breathless
and in some kind of awe. He just stares at you blankly. He doesn’t even blink,
doesn’t move until you move him out of his trance.
“Jin we shouldn’t..-” when you say his name he
leans into you again. This time, there’s no hurry. His lips are warm, comforting and soft like
the pillow below your head; you open your eyes while he’s still kissing you.
You stop and look at him.
“Jin stop” you hold his face in your hand.
“What is it?” he asks reading the worried
expression on your face.
“Jin, why are you crying?” you said wiping his
tear away with your thumb.
“What?” Seok Jin sat up straight and touched his
own face. You got up and wiped his wet cheeks with the sleeve of your t-shirt
“Did I just start crying?”
“Are you okay?” you asked still concerned. Jin
turns to you, adorning a frown on his usually smiling face; he starts to look
around here and there completely dazed.
“I don’t know. I just, I think need to go out for
some fresh air-” but you held his hand, stopping him from leaving.
“Let’s talk about it” You pleaded and Jin removed
his hand from your grip “You’re not okay. Tell me if something is something
“No” he lied. “I’m fine”
know you’re not fine. You can tell me. We could share such stuff”
“I said I’m FINE! JUST STOP ASKING ALRIGHT” he
yelled so loud you were taken aback. You let go of his hand. But he quickly realized
“I’m sorry” Jin apologized. He closed his eyes
and ran his fingers through his hair. “I didn’t want to yell. I’m just. I don’t
know what happened. But I don’t want to talk about it, I can’t. I can’t tell
anyone. I’m really sorry y/n”
“It’s okay. It’s okay If you don’t want to talk
about it.. Just stay here. Don’t lock yourself in like that” you stand on your
knees to hug him. “You don’t have to keep it to yourself you know. Weren’t you
the one who told me ‘there’s no shame in crying’?”
“I’m telling you I’m fine-”
“You can cry right now, you don’t have to hide it-”
you put your hand on the back of his head and ran your fingers through his brown
locks “we could just stay up all night, just hold each other. How about we go
out for ice-cream? On the way home you could tell me one of your stupid jokes
again. I promise I’ll laugh this time. Then I’ll tell you a lame story about my
high school, you could pretend it’s interesting.” you felt his arms finally
going around your back and squeezing your waist.
“We could do all that and so much more. You don’t
have to tell me anything right now. Just stay, that’s more than enough. I like
staying beside you Jin, it feels.. Nice.
Feels warm” He placed his forehead on your shoulder and started sobbing quietly.
It was weird change of scenario, usually it was you who was always crying and
grieving uncontrollably and it was Jin who whispered hopes and affirmations in
your ear. Now you held him in your arms, his shoulders quivered uncontrollably
and your shirt was getting soaked in his tears. He seemed so fragile you
started wondering how you could protect him instead; shelter him from this
“I miss her-” Jin said in a broken voice “I miss
her so much. It hurts. Fucking hurts”
“I know. I’m sure she had her reason that’s why
she left. It must’ve been hard for her too. Someday she’ll realize how much she
misses you she’ll come back. Then you can tell her how much you love her-”
“No, you don’t understand. She’s not coming back.
She’s dead y/n” you removed your hand from his hair and he tightened his grip
“She died and she’s never coming back. I was the one who killed her-”
“I wish it was me. Everyday..i keep wishing it
was me who had died, not her. She should’ve lived. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t
fair!” his body trembled with each word, you held him in your arms with all
“Life isn’t fair” you said to him holding back
your own tears “you and I should know it better than anyone else.”
Your bodies molded easily with one another inside
the thick warm blanket, the room heater in a corner kept the small living space
heated up. You lie on your back and stare above, your one arm resting on your
forehead, eyes vacantly staring at the ceiling fan. A hundred different
thoughts run through your head. None of them stay too long, they come and go.
Jin sleeps beside you so peacefully, his face
buried in the crook of your neck, one hand snaked above your stomach and other
one held your free hand under the covers.
It would be morning in 3 hours but you couldn’t
sleep no matter how hard you tried. You shifted a little and tried to move away
from Jin but his hand wouldn’t budge.
“Why do you move so much” you heard him muttering
sleepily. “Go to sleep”
“I can’t sleep” you frown. “How do you sleep so
peacefully after such a long day?”
He didn’t reply. He was drained, you could tell.
Jin made you realize even the strongest looking people are broken inside; the
cracks were visible on him now.
“Hmmm..” he responded
“What are we
now?” you asked out of curiosity “You and I?”
Jin answered after a long pause.
“What do you want us to be?” he asked instead. You
turn towards him.
“We’re already a lot of things.” You move your
hand towards his face and touch his eye brows “We’re lonely.”
“And sad” Jin says after you.
“Hope-less” he says and you both end up grinning
like two school kids sharing an inside joke.
“We’re all that.” he blinks in agreement. “For
once, why don’t we try to be.. happy?”
Jin moves closer and places a long kiss on your
forehead. His mouth stays there when he speaks.
“If that’s what you want then we’ll be that.
We’ll be happy from tomorrow.” You smile and close your eyes.
“Yeah, that would be nice. Let’s be happy
You were clingy.
Not the bad kind of clingy though. It was the
kind of ‘clingy’ that made him want to protect you, he didn’t mind it, in some
way he felt powerful when he looked after you. When you crept your away into
his bed beside him, when you cried and leaned on his chest, when he held your
frail body and told you white lies about a better tomorrow.
He felt strong. It was something he had never
Strong was just something Jin could never be.
Even when he was younger Jin was different than
the other kids who were raised beside him. Yoongi and Namjoon, they were
strong, they could fight the world with their bare hands, and they knew how to
make it through the worst of the worst. Whereas Jin.. Jin was barely surviving.
Seok Jin was kinder; everyone always said he had a
‘gentle soul’; he could never get himself to hurt another being. And that made
his father had once spat at him. Jin was only 9; he came back from school with
one black eye and a bruised face. He got beat up in school by some older kids.
They wanted his new bag and he said ‘No’. He didn’t fight back, couldn’t even
protect his bag.
“Just look at yourself. Crying like a girl in
front of me. You let those scum bags beat you up? Why didn’t you fight back?
Don’t you have hands and feet’s? Are you slow in your head?” The look his
father had given to him that day was just pure disgust. “This is the second
time you came home looking like a piece of trash. I’m ashamed of you. Next time
this happens, I’ll beat you up with a belt until your skin bleeds and throw you
out of this house naked”
But Father was just like that. He was cruel to
his own blood but loved the extravagant world outside his home. His ‘secret’
yet not so secret affairs and immoral behavior led to mother turning bitter
towards every man that had ‘Kim’ as last name in the family.
Mother failed miserably on her part too. She was
never home, hated father from the marrow of her bone, Jin was just a nuisance
to her. Money and alcohol were her first priority. Her family never made it to
It was a few years later Seok Jin found out that
father had been hiding one of his offspring from the whole world, one from his
mistress; He had a half-sister, younger than him. His dirty little secret was
unraveled; people would talk about it in hushed voices and faint whispers. But
Jin heard it all and so did mother.
After father died, Mother was quick to put an end
to the rumors. She made sure that nobody ever knew about the existence of the
girl or where she came from, in fear that in future she would demand her own
share in fathers will. Poor girl disappeared without a trace.
Jin only heard from one of the maid:
“The mother died in a some “unfortunate’’ car
accident and the girl.. She was sent out of the country. I heard she became
mentally unstable after her mother died- ”
Years later Jin ended up sharing his family
history with Min Yoongi.
“Rich people are fucking crazy” Min Yoongi had
chuckled “It’s a miracle you turned out fine”
Jin was a years older than Min Yoongi and yet it
was always Yoongi who looked after him. After moving into his house Yoongi and
Jin hit it off quickly, they became inseparable. Yoongi was 11 and Jin was 12.
They went to same private school, shared the same bedroom, had dysfunctional
families and lacked any kind of right parental guidance.
So they found family in each other.
By nature they were poles apart. Jin was quiet,
more reclusive, avoided opening up to other people. He always wanted to help
others, care for them. He wanted to have a family; he had aspirations for when
he would grow up. Jin always believed that his future would be much kinder than
Min Yoongi on the other hand was downright cruel
ever since he was a kid. He was blunt without any regards of the other person’s
feelings. He liked winning, didn’t matter how, he loved standing over other
people said it made him feel powerful. Min Yoongi lacked a sense of morality.
World was either black or white for him.
Most of it was his father’s fault.
“People always have a choice. Live or die? Fight
or fly. You can choose to become weak or
you can be strong. What kind of men do you want to grow up to be? Weak,
spineless, whimpering cowards who spend their life chasing women and paying
debts or do you want to become strong and powerful. When you have power and
stand on the top the people below you just look like ants scramming for a grain
of rice. You have the power to let them live or crush them beneath your feet”
That was his father’s ideology. That’s what was
fed to you and Min Yoongi on the dinner table for a long time.
A year later another new face made an entry in the house. Another kid, another
young mind for Yoongi’s father to manipulate..
Kim Namjoon. He was even younger than Min Yoongi.
A scrawny little 10year old, face tanned and eyes eerily hollow. He wore rags
for clothes and looked like he hadn’t been fed properly in last 2 or 3 months.
3 years later, in a school playground, the same
scrawny little boy almost beat another boy to death. Reason: The boy accidently
knocked shoulders with Yoongi and refused to apologize. The boy survived only because
Jin pulled Namjoon off him in right time.
The boy who had lived was 17. He survived with a broken
jaw, a fractured left arm 4 or 5 missing teeth, 20 stitches on his face and a
compensation of 50,000$ from Yoongi’s father that came with a term that he
would leave the country and never comeback unless he actually wanted to die
this time. They never saw his face ever again.
“Did I do it right?” Namjoon had asked Yoongi
excitedly, like a child seeking approval from his parent.
“You almost killed him..” Yoongi would say with a
cigarette dangling from his mouth “On the fucking school property. You know how
angry father was. We would be in so much trouble if he wasn’t good friends with
the principal. Be careful next time.”
That was only the first of many more to come. Incidents
like those became a common thing for the three of you. Namjoon had a reputation
for spilling blood everywhere he went and Yoongi loved playing fetch with him.
“Namjoon is trouble” Jin had warned Yoongi once.
It was after Namjoon ended up in a drunk and drive accident. An old man lost
his life, Namjoon had his car privileges taken away for next 6months.
Yoongi’s father took care of it though, just like
“He’s just a kid” Yoongi would brush it off.
Namjoon was 16 and far from a kid. He was the tallest among them and the
quickest to get angry.
“He’s old enough to understand the consequences of killing someone. That too
“People do mistakes. He did too..Geez let the kid
It was only a few years later Yoongi saw the
monster Namjoon had truly become. It took 1/3rd of his organization
and a dead 14year old to make him realize the atrocity that Kim Namjoon was.
Yoongi never said it openly; But Jin knows he
secretly blames himself.
Half of Seok Jin’s childhood and all of his
teenage life was spent under Min Yoongi’s shadow. Min Yoongi wasn’t just his
boss. He was his best friend, his brother and the only true family he ever
knew. They could see through each other easily. Jin saw time and again how
broken Min Yoongi was and Yoongi knew Jin was weak. So Yoongi protected him,
stayed beside him no matter what, through thick and thin they remained brothers.
For Jin, Yoongi would put his life on the line
and Jin would do the same in a blink.
Because they were family and for family… You do
that kind of stuff.
What about the one he wanted? The one he dreamed
about. A home he had desired or a family that he wished for. He used to think
about it, a lot. Back when things were looking up, back then when there was
girl he could plan a future with. Even though they were young, they had hope.
Hope that their future would be different.
“Let’s run away”
“They’ll find us”
“They won’t look for you. They don’t need you
“Min Yoongi does. I can’t just leave everything
and run. Min Yoongi needs me-”
“What about me?” she had said with tears in her
eyes “I need you too. I need you more than him”
Jin still wonders what his life would’ve been if
he had said ‘Yes’. In his dreams he always ends up saying ‘yes’ but there is
nothing beyond that.
After Bo-ra died, Jin locked up that part of his
heart for good; the one that dreamed so fondly, the one that wanted love
constantly or had any hopes for a brighter tomorrow. After that day it all
became so grey. A monotonous cycle of work and survival, Family were the people
he was surrounded with, working for Min Yoongi was his moral obligation.
He was never deprived of anything good.
He ate good food, wore fine clothes and spent
leisure time with the ones he cared about. Women were never an issue.
He had his life set. Everything was perfect.
And he was doing just fine.
No, He wasn’t happy. But he was ‘fine’. Up until
After so many years of working under Min Yoongi
he had completely forgotten what real happiness felt like. And now suddenly he’s
starting to remember it all.
once, why don’t we try to be..happy?”
You said to him last night. And just like that
the realization hit Seok Jin, he did indeed wanted to be happy.
He was happy; these past three weeks were like a
dream. A dream he had dreamed about a thousand times in the past, the one he
had forgotten even though he wanted to hold onto it. Last three weeks were a
Waking up next to you every morning was something
he could get used to, he liked cooking for you and you liked watching him cook.
You laughed loudly, smiled brightly, held his hand so tight it made his palms
red. But he liked it all. He loved the warmth that you two passed onto one
another under the blanket. Your forehead next to his beating heart or his face
buried in your neck – He loved it all nevertheless.
When he kissed you yesterday, for the second
time, all he could taste at first was guilt. Yours and his, mixed all together,
gave a bitter aftertaste. There was a girl he loved whose face he started picturing
so vividly. He had a brother to whom he had given a promise
“Take her far away, keep her safe”.
How could he do this to the dead girl whom he
loved? Or betray his brother who was his only family?
He could’ve pulled away that very instance but
you kissed him back. And that’s all it took for him to forget it all. He didn’t
care about a girl who had left him so selfishly or his boss who ordered him
around all these years, some stupid organization he worked in or an old man who
was obsessed with power and money.
He only cared about you. You were sweet, a little
mellow at times, warmest person he had ever touched. And when he was next to
you, he was happy. Kissing you was like finding everything he had ever lost in
his life. The part that he had locked away for so long burst open and he was
washed up with all those feelings. Love, kindness, warmth, guilt, hurt.
And then he cried. He cried because he missed all
those people who had left him so abruptly. Mother who never cared to call and
Bora whom he couldn’t save, even father who could never see his son grow up. He
cried because he missed a chance of living a life. He cried.. because he missed
But now, Jin has decided he wanted it all. He wanted
to live, instead of just existing. He wanted to be happy, if not for himself
then for someone else.
If it was for you then he would give it chance to
“Tomorrow-?” You exclaim with a mouth full of
food. Jin nods while moving his spoon around in the bowl of oatmeal. He looks
at your still awe-struck face.
“Why? You don’t want to go?” Jin moves his hand
up to your face and wipes off food from the corner of your mouth.
“No.” You reply with a shrug “It’s just that we
don’t ever go out. Last time we went out it was 3 weeks ago, almost a month. I
haven’t been out of the house ever since. I feel like I’m in a prison sometimes”
“waaah you’re really ungrateful aren’t you” Jin
says while feeding himself “Last night you said I fed you Michelin star food
everyday and now you’re in a prison. Have you always been such a professional
liar? Fine then we won’t go”
“It’s not that…” you whined while clinging to his
arm “I do want to go out. It’s just that it’s kind of odd that you asked.”
“It’s Chinese new year tomorrow. Usually it’s
supposed to be celebrated with family but since we don’t have that right now-”
Jin brought a spoonful of oatmeal to your mouth and fed you “We’ll make-do with
You smiled while chewing.
“I know. I made it”
There was a sudden knock on the door that
interrupted your quiet eating session. Jin placed the bowl in your hand and
went to open the door. Usually it was one of his informants. They were the only
ones who knew where Jin was staying. It was either them or-
“Hyung” Taehyung stood outside the door, a
plastic bag in his one hand, wearing a cheesy grin and a dark hoodie over his
“I told you to call before you show up”
“I wanted to surprise you” Taehyung held the
plastic bag up front handing it Jin. “Here”
“What is it?” Jin asked suspiciously while taking
it from his hand.
“Rice cakes” Taehyung said with a tightlipped
smile. Jin was finally starting to recognize his younger brother. No
matter how much of a mess he created Jin could never stop seeing him as the
13 year old boy whom he had come to love so much over the years.
“Stay for lunch” Jin said as Taehyung removed his
hoodie, revealing his straight blond hair. He ruffled it up with his one hand
and looked over Jin’s shoulder before answering.
“I’m not invited” Taehyung said and Jin looked
behind him and found you standing there watching you two from a safe distance.
“I just came to gave you that. Also wanted to
talk about some important business.. But I guess we’ll talk about it later when
you’re free. Until then-” Taehyung put the hoodie back on and was on his way
when Jin stopped him.
“We’re going out tomorrow” Taehyung turned
hearing Jin’s voice “Since tomorrow is Lunar New Year, Y/n and I are going to
the festival. Come with us, later we can have dinner together”
After giving it a some thought, Taehyung nodded
“Okay, what time will you be there?”
“Meet us at the Japanese bakery by 9. We can see
the fireworks together.”
Taehyung put his earphones back in “I’ll see you
there hyung” he said before walking away.
Jin closed the door after he left and turned to
look at you. He smiled, but you didn’t return it.
“I guess we’re having rice cakes for lunch”
Time is just a handful of sand; the more you
tried to hold onto it the quicker it slips out of your fingers. A day passes
away in a few blinks and you’re left wondering how you utilized all those
Truth be told, you wanted time to go a little
slower when you were with Jin. But it just never stops. Hours go by as you’re
laid in his arms cozily. But it only feels like a second or two.
It was so perfect, the way the scene was set up.
Just Like a sweet dream. An old blue sofa sat in the living room, Jin was lying
on his back engrossed in his book; your pillow was his chest – swaying you up
and down as if you were on a boat that was putting you to sleep. You could hear
his heartbeat; the page turned after every 40second. There was a washing
machine that quietly burrred in the background. Jin’s one hand held his book
above his face and the other one was lost in your hair.
Half of you was in the real world while the other
half was strolling in a dream land. Just as you were about to drift off peacefully,
Jin moved and you woke up.
“It’s 6 already. I need to make dinner” he
mumbled, somehow it reminded you of your mother. You paid no mind to it. Your
eyes were still weary.
“Y/n” he whispered quietly in your ear “Get up
now. I need to make dinner”
“mmmm..” you replied but didn’t really move.
“Yah.. wake up now I need to do stuff. Quickly”
when you still didn’t move, he sat up straight in a quick motion pushing you up
“Why are you such a baby?” You heard him say when
you started dozing off while sitting straight up.
“WAKE UP Y/N! WAKE UP” he yelled and shook your
shoulders and you finally opened your eyes and stared at his face, his mouth was
curled up in a coy grin.
“Open your eyes baby” Jin cupped your cheeks with
his cold palms. You cried out at the contact but he kept holding your face
“Aaahhh you’re the one who’s acting like a baby.
You’re an adult baby!” You threw back at him but he just laughed at your words.
“Fine” he said without removing his hands from
your face “I’m the baby. Get up now, I have work to do”
You moved from above him and he made his away to
the kitchen. Then began the usual cycle doing evening chores: He cooked the
dinner; you cleaned the table and then you two washed the dishes together. After
that you would tiredly crawl back to your room and Jin would stay awake for
next 2 or 3 hours reading books or his work files.
Next day You were excited about going out. Almost
a month has passed since you stepped foot outside, in the real world. For a
time, you even started believing that these four walls were your only home and
Jin was your only reality. 2 months since that incident with Youngjae happened.
His dead face still haunts you at night, some nights you wish you could go back
in time and save him.. so you could save yourself in the process. 4 weeks and 2
days since you last saw Min Yoongi. You try to remember him every day – the
fading green and the musk of cologne – while still clutching the silver feather
in your hand. Not a day since you took off the locket, in fear that those bleak
memories of him in your head would fade away. But you still asked yourself at
times, “why? Why do you want to remember him so badly?”
You watched the sunset from the window of your
room. A fiery ball of red orb settles behind the crest of mountains and the sky
becomes ablaze with colors – Crimson, amber, hues of orange and pink shot
across the sky. You watched fireworks before the actual fireworks even began.
It was beautiful, an oncoming signal of the long night that was to come. You
smile to yourself; somebody somewhere must’ve had the same thought.
“You ready?” A voice makes you look back. Jin walks in, you smile and nod vivaciously.
He stands in front of you with his hands behind his back.
“What is it?” you ask him. He just stands there
holding in a small smile.
“Nothing” Jin replies while moving a strand of
hair behind your hair “It’s a good day. Isn’t it?..Oh, by the way. Here-” he
took your hand and handed you a small pink box. It had a cute bow on top of it.
“what-?” stared at the box in your hand and then
at Jin’s face. “- what is this?”
“A gift” Jin answered coolly.
“Just open it” you pulled off the black ribbon
and opened the box while Jin watched eagerly.
It was a bracelet. Just A simple thin gold
bracelet.. You didn’t even take it out of the box, the moment your eyes caught
a glimpse of the ‘gift’ you looked up at Jin in utter disbelief.
“Don’t say you didn’t like it. There’s a no-return policy”
“Why did you buy this?” Instead of answering, He
took out the bracelet from the box and wrapped it around your wrist and showed
it to you. Why did it have to be so pretty?
Jin smiled and cupped your cheek before pressing
his lips on your forehead.
“Happy new year kid” he then moved back and
looked at you one last time before taking your hand and pulling you out the
door with him.
You were surrounded by a crowd of people. ‘Strangers’
they all were and yet you felt a strange giddiness standing among them, a
‘sense-of-belonging’ that you haven’t felt in such a long time. You were
smiling to yourself like an idiot, good thing that the big woolen scarf hid the
lower half of your face.
A flock of young girls, probably 15 or 16 years
old, walked past you. They eyed Jin standing beside you who was too busy on his
phone to notice all the eyes on him. They giggled audibly and went on their
An itch bubbled up in your stomach at the sight
of them and you quickly found Jin’s hand and held it tightly. Jin finally
looked at you and smiled.
The light turned red. The crowd quickly dispersed
to get to the other side.
“Let’s go” Jin pulled you with him and you
crossed the road to get to the other side.
“Where are we going now?” you asked Jin, your hands
were locked tight and cozily tucked inside his over coat’s pocket.
“We’re going to see Taehyung-”
“Oh-” you said, sounding a little displeased with
You two walked in silence the rest of the way.
Everywhere your eyes went you would only see lights that decorated the shops,
building, houses even the trees. Streets were filled with cheery people, the
sweet smell of fried food made your stomach groan. Children were running across
the street without a care. There was man on the sidewalk surrounded by people;
he was doing some kind of magic show. You were intrigued but since Jin kept
walking you didn’t stop either..
“Walk faster! We’ll be late for the lion dance”
You heard a girl who walked past you with her friend.
“I don’t want to miss the firework this year”
Another boy talked loudly with his group of friends.
But your eyes were on a man who was juggling knives.
Everyone applauded him
“Somi! Don’t run! Hold my hand” you turned your
head quickly to look straight at the source of the voice but then something
bumped on your stomach and you heard a loud thud. You gasped at the sight of
the little girl who had fallen to the ground right in front of you. You let go
of Jin’s hand and helped the little girl get up.
“I’m sorry I didn’t see you. Are you hurt?” you
said crouching down to her position and dusting off some dirt from her orange frock.
“No, it was my fault. I should’ve watched where I
was going. I’m fine”
“Be careful next time kid” Jin said to her and
the kid just nodded obediently.
Then another woman, probably her mother, came
running behind her and started apologizing to you two before dragging the
little one ahead and walking off.
You two finally reached the small bakery. The
bakery was closed shut and no ‘Taehyung’ was on site.
“He said he’d be here.” Jin said looking at the
time on his watch. You started playing with a small pebble on the ground, moved
it around with your feet out of boredom.
“Why don’t you call him?” You said to him after 30 mins of waiting. You ended up sitting on the sidewalk.
“I did. He’s not picking up” Jin said sounding
more and more frustrated.
“We should just leave. We’ll miss the fireworks. I don’t think he’s coming” you proposed the idea. Jin
sighed and took out his phone from his pocket to call Taehyung one last time.
When Taehyung didn’t pick up again Jin decided to curse it out.
“Fuck it” he said and put the phone back in his
pocket “C’mon we’re going”
“Finally..” you said with a sigh of relief and
And then you were sprinting towards your
destination. “C’mon we’ll be late” You said while dragging Jin by his arm.
“We have plenty of time we won’t get late” he
tried to reason with you but you weren’t listening. You were just running.
There was a huge crowd surrounding the area, loud
music filled the air. In the middle, you saw some people in bright red costumes
dancing to the beat of drums and instruments while the crowd cheered and
applauded. The festival was all feathers, sparkles, smiles and laughter. You immersed
with the crowd and cheered while Jin stood behind, guarding you from those who
were pushing each other to get a good view.
You held Jin’s hand and started cutting through
the crowd to get a closer look at the people in the middle.
“Y/n wait” you turned and looked at Jin who was
struggling to remain in contact with you. Even though you were holding hands,
your sweaty palms were starting lose grip.
called his name but he probably couldn’t hear over the music. “Jin!”
Your locked hands were released from each other’s
grip. You looked at Jin’s face as he was trying to make his way to you while
pushing and shoving the people around him. You decided to get out of there, as
you started to walk towards him someone pushed you from behind, you regained
your balance and kept walking towards Jin’s head which was barely visible to
“JIN!” you yelled. This time he heard your voice
and looked up at you. He made a gesture telling you to get out and meet you
outside. You nodded and started walking through the crowd again. You were
almost out when suddenly someone bumped into you. The collision was hard enough
to make you hiss in pain, you still turned and apologized to the person who had
already mingled with the faceless crowd.
You pushed your way out and breathed in some
fresh air. As soon as you were out of the ruckus you started looking around for
Jin. You searched for him frantically. Your heart was racing too fast; a cold
shiver ran through your body when you started having all the wrong thoughts.
if they found him? What will they do to him? What are you going to do? Where
will you go?
Your eyes started to well up when you couldn’t
find him no matter where you looked.
In the end you just stood on that one spot and
prayed that he’ll see you there standing, somehow, He’ll find you.
“oh! Eonnie” A kid’s voice ringed loud in your
ear, even among the blaring music and cheering crowd. You heard the voice. You
turned and looked at person who had called out. It was the little girl who had
bumped into you. You gave her your best smile and she returned it with a bigger
one. She let go of her mother’s hand and ran towards you.
“Eonnie!” you sat on your knees to face her
It was your bracelet. You looked at your empty
wrist and realized you must’ve dropped it. She handed it to you and gave you a
toothless grin since her one front tooth was missing.
“You must’ve dropped it as you were leaving. I
found it on the ground where we had bumped”
You took it from her hand and wore it quickly.
“Thank you so much. You’re a really smart kid you
know that” you got up and placed a hand on her head.
“Y/N!” finally you heard Jin. You turned around
and saw him in a distance, out of breath running towards you. Your eyes started
to water out of relief but then-
“Eonnie…” you turned and looked at the kid whose
face had turned pale in horror. “Eonnieblood”
You noticed she was pointing something on your T-shirt.
You followed her finger and saw what she was pointing at.
She was pointing at your stomach.
No, not even that. She was pointing at the
growing red stain on your T-shirt.
You tried to find the source. Was someone hurt in
the crowd? You must’ve got their blood on you.. Maybe they need help.
But then you felt it, the excruciating pain on one
side of your torso. It felt like someone was hitting you on the side with a hot
metal rod over and over again.
“Eonnie…” the kid read the distress on your
face quiet easily.
“Run to your mother. Go now” you said hiding your
pain the best you could and refraining to touch her with your bloody hands.
“Y/n!” Jin yelled, you turned and saw him huffing
at a close distance now. You smiled; you knew he couldn’t see your pale face
from the distance. He started walking towards you and you took small steps to
When the distance between you two was less than an
arm you ran towards him jumped and he enclosed his arms around your waist so
tight, picking you off the ground.
It hurt, so much, tears came out but you couldn’t
miss out on hugging him, not if it was the last time.
“Fuck I was so scared” Jin’s face was buried in
your hair. You squeezed him back with all the strength in your body
“I’m sorry.” You said in a broken voice.
“Okay let’s not do this ever again alright. I’m
not doing this stupid ‘date’ thing ever again. We can just stay at home and
I’ll cook for you instead-”
“I didn’t know this was a date” you smiled
leaning your head on his shoulder tiredly and closing your eyes.
“I thought if I told you.. You wouldn’t agree.”
“You could try again” you laughed but the pain
just made your legs weak. You were trying your best to stand still on your two
“Hey.. Jin” you said in a meek voice.
“What is it?” he finally looked at your face
“Can we.. go back home now..I don’t.. feel good..”
he held your face in his hands and sensed something was wrong.
“Yeah.. of course. Fuck why is your face going so
pale? You’re cold. Are you sick?” It was only when Jin moved his hand away from
your face he saw blood all over his hands that had transferred to your face.
“What-?” You fell but he caught you in his arms. “Y/n..”
“No.. no” You fell to the ground “I’m fine..”
The last you remember before losing consciousness was Jin’s petrified face as he had held you in his arms and fireworks.
“Jin look.. the fireworks” You said in a weak voice that he probably didn’t hear. he muttered something like a ‘what?’ or your name maybe you couldn’t tell . So you raised your hand and pointed at the ignited sky above your head, Jin looked above.
“So pretty…” you said just before closing your eyes.
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