the life of a hooligan

Purge Day | Part 1

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook (main) x Reader (OT7 BTS) x Hoseok 

Genre: Purge!AU, angst, slight fluff

Warnings: mentions of unstable family life (more to be added in later chapters)

Word Count: 1,800 (so exact)


Jeon Jungkook.

One of your brothers best friends, play boy, fuck boy, heart breaker. He practically screamed dangerous, but there wasn’t a moment in the day you weren’t able to think about him and his perfectly chiselled jaw, muscular body and delicious thighs. He was danger.

How your brother, Hoseok, ended up hanging out with someone like him and his friends, was a question that remained unanswered. Hoseok was a sunshine, happy all the time and wanting to make everyone around him happy. Until he met Jungkook and his gang. They turned him into everything he wasn’t. He started drinking, started partying more than he should, got into fights and came home with a black eye and multiple bruises, playing with girls hearts, fucking them one night then dumping them the next. He came home with a tattoo one night, your parents brushed it off, telling him to cover it up when he goes out. The next week he came home with another. The next night, three more, the cycle kept going until he was covered in inks, they were beautiful and each held meaning to him – but your parents didn’t see that.

He was still your brother, still your Hoseok, only he was so much more different.

Your parents weren’t taking any of it. They were rich, we all know what they’re like. Snobby, wanting nothing more but money and being on the front paper and news, making their faces known. That’s exactly what they were like. They wanted to be perfect, be seen as perfect, have the most expensive clothes hanging on their bodies, being seen as perfect.

But they were far from perfect. Home life wasn’t perfect. Ever since Hoseok had started hanging out with those ‘hooligans’ he’d been the center of most of the fights that happened in your household. His behavior made your father furious, Hoseok would never listen to him or his words, he would never listen to your mother either. Your parents would be yelling downstairs as you’d be in your room trying to drown out the noise of glass shattering and screaming. Hoseok would walk into your room without a word and hug you, holding you close letting you know he’d be there for you and that he’d sorry. You’d fall asleep in your brother’s arms and wake up with some breakfast by your table and a note from him saying he’d stay away for a bit so the fighting would calm down. But it’d all start up again the second he walked in through those doors.

One day it was too much. They kicked him out, placed his bag on the front door and told him to go. You tried to stop them from doing do, you really did – but nothing could change their minds. He left for good. Your parents warned you not to go and see him, to leave him be, that you needed to be the child who ‘remained pure’ in the public eye but it’s not like you’d listen. He was your brother and he’d always be.


The first time you’d met Jungkook was when your parents were away from home and on a business trip and the guy’s thought it was a good idea to barge into your home and throw a party. Obviously, Hoseok didn’t disagree, instead he dragged you down and told you to loosen up and make friends, “but don’t get drunk, one of us needs to be sober” he told you.

You wished he had told his friends that because when you attempted to open the bathroom door, Jungkook came into view while he was pulling his boxers up his body, his jeans hanging low on his thighs and being slightly covered in sweat, causing you too look away with your jaw threatening to open in shock “You’re Hobi’s sister, yeah? He never told me how hot you were,” he smirked, pulling his jeans up and zipping them up.

“You’re one of his fucked up friends, am I right?” you spoke through gritted teeth, wanting him to hurry up so you could go into the bathroom that probably smelt like sex and sweat now.

“Woah, uptight much?” he chuckled, ruffling his hair and leaning against the bathroom door, “That’s not how you greet attractive strangers these days, baby girl,” he held out his hand, “Jungkook. Jeon Jungko-”

“Look can you move out of the way? I need to use the bathroom. Take your fuck toy with you.” You said rather angrily.

“Fuck toy?”

“Her,” you pointed to the girl who was on the floor of your bathroom passed out with the strap of her dress down her shoulder.

“She has a name baby girl.” He chuckled before stepping aside and walking off before turning around to you, “Good luck taking care of her. Oh, and if she asks for me, tell her I went home or some bullshit. Nice meeting you baby girl.” Jungkook winked and continued walking off leaving you to take care of the girl on the floor.


March 20th 2017 | 11:18 AM

One day until Purge night. It came around sooner than you expected. It’d been about three months since Hoseok had been kicked out. He barely had money and you didn’t expect any of his ‘gang’ to have much either, the least you could do was find them a safe place for the twelve hours of the Purge. You parked your car out in front of their ‘house’ and walked to the front door. What you didn’t expect was the door to be opened by a shirtless Hoseok with a gun in his hand.

“What the fuck are you doing with that?!” You gasped.

“Hi to you too baby sis,” he rolled his eyes and gave you a kiss on your forehead before stepping aside and let you come in. “Hey, sorry. But – why are you holding a god damn gun? You’re not seriously going to-”

“Purge? Hell yeah we are,” Jungkook smirked at you as he swirled a knife in his hand. “Wanna join us sweet cheeks?”

“Honestly, I’m going to punch you. Stop trying to pick up my sister, that’s disgusting Kook.”

“She’s hot, don’t blame me.”

“Surprised Hobi’s been able to keep her away from you for so long. Jungkook would have fucked her by now,” a pink haired Namjoon came out from the kitchen with a bottle of beer in his hand. He’d dyed his hair again, it was blonde last time you’d seen him.

“Guys, come on this is gross. Don’t talk about fucking her.” Hoseok whined, the idea just being revolting.

“Anyway, can I talk to you, Hobi? In private.”

“Yeah come on.” He ushered you into his room before closing the door and sitting down on his bed. “What’s up sis?”

“Was Jungkook serious? About you-” you took in a deep breath before saying, “you going out and purging…”

“Yeah. None of us are safe in this so called house. It’s breaking down and so easy to break into. What’s the point of staying when we’re gonna be killed easily? Besides the guys know what they’re doing. It’s not the first Purge they’ve gone through without protection.”

“That’s not the point Hoseok. It might not be the first Purge they’ve gone through, but it is yours. You wouldn’t even be able to kill someone, I know you wouldn’t be able too. Let me help, I won’t tell mum and dad – just let me find you and the guy’s a place for the twelve hours Hoseok. Security and everything…” you begged, you couldn’t live with the thought knowing you not finding a safe place for him resulted in him dying that night.

“Look, I appreciate you worrying, Y/N. I really do. But, I want to. I want to Purge this year. It’s one day a year where I can do what I want without being locked up. Everything that has happened in the last few months has me so mad, you-you don’t even know half the anger I feel right now. We all want to Purge. Let me do it.”

“Are you- are you serious? Are you sure?”

“I’m positive Y/N. I trust the guys with my life. They wouldn’t let me go if I was in danger. I know they wouldn’t. I’ll be fine yeah?” Hoseok took your hands into his, squeezing yours to reassure you but you couldn’t get rid of the sick feeling in your stomach. You only nodded back at him, not finding the words to say.

“Now go on home, don’t come out yeah? You better be home in your room, promise?”

“I promise, douchebag.”

“You love me.” He smiled and wrapped his arms around you tightly. Neither of you pulled away. This could be the very last time you two could see each other.

“I love you Hobi, please-please stay safe.”

“I love you too sis. You stay safe too. Stay with mum and dad, yeah?” you nodded back at him. “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

Hoseok opened his room’s door and walked you out the front door to your car. “I’ll see you in a few day’s time, I promise. You know I never break my promises.”

“I know Hobi, I know.” You smiled and hugged him again before pulling back, a sad smile overtaking your features. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. NoW go go go, get your little ass back home.”

“idiot.”

“You love me, don’t you? Forever and always am I right?”

“Forever and always Hoseok, forever and always.”


March 21st 2017 | 5:58 PM

One hour and two minutes until the Purging started. The day was finally here. How stupid of your parents to have you go and guy god damn groceries at this time of night. Did they want you killed?

You slammed the door closed as you sat down and placed the key into the hole and turned it to the side. “What the fuck?”

You tried again. Nothing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! This can’t be happening, fuck!” You rummaged around your bag to find your phone. With shaky hands you dialled your mum’s number.

The number you are calling is currently unavailable. Please try again later.

You hung up and tried your fathers.

The number you are calling is currently una-

Next was Hoseok’s but he didn’t pick up either. You glanced down at the time. 6:03 PM. No one was going to come and get you at this time, no shops were open either, and everything closed an hour or so before the Purge.

You got out of your car and grabbed your purse, opting to run all the way home even though you knew there was no way you were going to make it home by running in an hours time.


a:n/ okay the first part/chapter is kind of boring but i promise the next chapters won’t be! i hope you all enjoy this series because honestly i’m so excited to write it! i’ve been pretty dead with inspiration so i hope after this i’ll be writing the requests again!

i’m not tying to copy @jungblue with this fic at all (cause her purge fic is oh my god so amazing, go read it if you haven’t!) i’ve always wanted to write a purge!AU but i’ve been stuck for a plot, but damn here y’all go. hopefully this won’t flop cause i’ really excited for it! 

feedback is appreciated :)

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I’m none too good with introductions, always had trouble with “About Me’s” on Facebook or in school, so bare with me.  Especially now, being in prison for a few years, my “likes” have somewhat been changed.  I like prison coffee (Boston’s best freeze dried with 3-4 scoops of powder creamer & 2 sweet & lows [cold]), batch (food ordered out of canteen, made into meals, opposed to prison slop), my music at this time is limited to top 40 noise & whatever they play on the TV…although my musical taste is eclectic, encompassing almost everything with the exception of country/folk/jazz/pop.  Working out to the point of exhaustion to sleep soundly, & self educating myself.  I take a great deal of interest in Russian history/culture, specifically in Politics (Marx, Lenin, Trotsky, etc.)  I tried to teach myself Russian about a year ago, learned the alphabet, failed at everything else.  My favorite animal is a Panda, my favorite color is Green, favorite food is BBQ, favorite book(s) are The Dark Tower series by Stephen King, favorite movie(s) are Boondock Saints, V for Vendetta, and Green Street Hooligans. 
I’m 22, doing double life, very much a geek who would very much enjoy conversing with other geeks, I have very strong counter-culture views on society and the world at large, I’m extremely dark humored, well-read, and easy going. 
I don’t wish to be some novelty, a shiny toy if you will, to play with for a time before discarding.  I like consistency, someone who is interested in maintaining a long-term correspondence with me.  I need not money nor worldly objects, simply the solidarity that comes from a true friendship.  That is all I desire.

Take care,
Steven
(DOB 11/09/1991)

Steven Spader
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863618-4A-North
P.O. Box 861
Trenton, NJ 08625