Too Late To Apologize - Min Yoongi (A)

Too Late To Apologize - Min Yoongi (A)

— pairing | Min Yoongi /Reader — word c | 2,393 — genre | Angst. Break up. — summary | You were dating for three years and what you wanted most was being able to take care of him. But Yoongi was too busy with his job to realized that he was losing you. — warnings/tags | Some bad words. This fanfiction was inspired by Apologize, a One Republic’s song. 

"Can’t you do this just this once, baby? We haven’t had a real date for months, you only stay in this studio and-"

“I already said no, (Y / N). I am working. I'm doing something in my life. I need to write for the new album. I need at least four melodies until the end of the month. We can do it another day.” He said rubbing his eyes while you were still trying to convince him to leave work early for you have a dinner together. But it was always like this, he always put off for another day. It's been three months since you had your last romantic date. He would always uncheck the last minute, or leave you waiting for hours then send a message saying he couldn’t go. Life was being a boring routine. "Just go home, we'll talk later."

"But you promised me, Yoongi." You whimpered. Yoongi snorted irritably, throwing his head back.

"It's 'Yoongi Oppa', (Y / N), I already told you about it."

"You need to leave this room, stop for a while, you will end up getting sick. If you don’t want to hang out, we'll just go home so you can sleep a little, on a real bed and not on that uncomfortable sofa-”

“For God's sake, (Y / N), I said no. You aren’t my mother, so stop acting like you are, and stop “babying’ me. I'm 25, I don’t need you to tell me when to sleep or eat. I'm busy, unlike you who spends most of your day with your ass nailed to the couch in your living room. Why do you have to be so insistent and can’t understand when I say something just once? I don’t understand why you like so much about meddling in the lives of others, just go live yours and let me take care of myself. Go find someone else to annoy. Stop giving opinions and wasting my time and just go away. I'm already stressed enough to have to put up with you now.” He screamed, making you take a step back, amazed. He never yelled at you. You blinked a few times as he turned, put on his headphones, and turned his attention back to the computer.

His words hit the bottom of your chest, hurting you. You shrugged, sniffling, feeling like you could start crying at any moment. You didn’t mean to upset him, you were just worried about him, because you loved him. But a bad feeling came over your chest, making several questions hovering around your head. What was I doing there? Did he really want to be in a relationship with me? He was happy with that? No, he wasn’t. Because if he was happy, he wouldn’t say those things to you. You thought. He didn’t need a relationship with someone in need like you, he did not want you to worry about him, and apparently you were just making him waste his precious time. You got the message.

You took some deep breaths. You bit your lip a few times and opened your mouth about five times to say something, but no word left. You had nothing to say, you just wanted to cry at that moment. You turned your back and left the room, closing the door carefully to not bother even more.

Two weeks had passed since your discussion with Yoongi. You missed him so much, but you were not sure he felt the same. You didn’t see him, you didn’t speak to him either by call or message, he kept living his life at Bighit and in his studio, and you just worked and got some extra work to not think too much. While in the morning you worked as a receptionist in a hotel, in the afternoon you worked in a fried chicken shop.

You had just come home from work, and was exhausted. Luckily the next day you were off duty. Your weeks were like this, you were destroyed, but you preferred it than just shrinking in bed for the rest of the day, looking at the empty space beside you and crying over the things that Min Yoongi had said to you.

You dropped your house keys on the coffee table of the living room and walked toward the kitchen. Your head was starting to ache from exhaustion. You took a glass of juice and stood propped up on the kitchen counter for a few more minutes, wondering if you'd go to your bathroom to take a bath, if you ate something, if you went to the room to watch TV, or if you sat on the balcony of the apartment to think. It was when you heard footsteps coming from the living room, making your eyes widen in alarm, not knowing who was there. You put the glass on the table and walked toward the living room, bumping into Yoongi. The moment your eyes met, you knew he wasn’t there to make up.

"But where the hell have you been?" He asked in a harsh voice. You sighed and walked away from him, walking toward the bedroom.

"I was at work."

"You work from eight to noon, (Y / N)." He said out loud.

"I'm working two jobs now." You replied.

“Why? Do you need money? If you are, you can tell me that I give you some, you do not have to work two jobs.” He said, making you turn to him, you arched one eyebrow. Was he worried?

“No, I don’t need money. I just don’t want to spend my day with my ass on the couch.” You spoke remembering his words and felt that painful pang in the chest once more, but you gave a weak smile to disguise.

“Bullshit, I know you, you’re too lazy to work in two jobs just because there was nothing else to do. Do you owe money to anyone?”  You stepped back while listening to those words. Was that what he thought of you? Did he think you were lazy? You weren’t yet healed of the last fight you both had, so the urge to cry, attacked you again.

“You came here to insult me?” You asked, feeling offended.

“No, I came here because you didn’t talked to me for days, and I thought something was wrong, you can’t go a day without pissing me off, so I figured something should have happened.”

Ouch.

“You told me to go away and take care of my own life, leaving to understand that you didn’t want me to interfere in your or worry about you, that's what I tried to do.” You grunted, even more offended by his words. How had your relationship reached that point? Where he stepped on you and you didn’t even defend yourself.

“When did I say that?” He asked frowning, confused, searching in memory when he had said those things.

“Two weeks ago when you yelled at me because I wanted to get you out of the studio and take you out for a little bit of space.”

"I can’t believe you took that seriously." He said dropping an ironic laugh, looking at a corner of the room, before returning to look serious to me. "You're so dramatic."

“It's not drama, unlike you I have a heart. I was just trying to take care of you, like I've been doing since we started dating. But it's always like this, I try to make you care, then you fight me and I leave crying. If you don’t want a girlfriend, or if you don’t want me as your girlfriend, just say it at once and stop mistreating me." You spoke sadly, holding your hand to your chest. Your heart ached and your tears threatened to fall from your eyes.

“But of course I want you as my girlfriend. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be bearing you bothering me for so long.” He said raising his voice. Once again you were taken by surprise with his words. Was that so? You only bothered him? “And I'm so tired of all this work, it's such a big pressure for this new album that I just can’t stop working, and you are always asking me for things I cannot do the time, you know (Y / N), I have priorities!”

"Of course, why would I think I'm one of your priorities, right, Yoongi?" You asked sarcastically.

“What did I tell you, (Y / N)? It's Yoongi Oppa. Where is your respect? I'm still older than you.” He said, taking a step toward you. That made you reach your limit. All that situation and he was more concerned with formalities than with your relationship.

"And where is your respect, Min Yoongi?" You screamed, unable to contain yourself, walking from one side to the other. catching him by surprise, making him widen his eyes. You had never yelled at him. “We've been dating for three years and most of the time you've been treating me like I'm fucking a bitch, a sperm deposit where you come to my house at three in the morning, wake me up and get me down on my knees to suck your dick, to ease your fucking stress. And then the next day you ignore me and remind me of my true place in your life. I'm last on your list of important things, that's if I have a place in this shit.” You took a deep breath and stopped walking, looking at him before continuing. “You know what? Fuck you, Yoongi, I'm tired of doing everything you want. I'm tired of trying to make you take care of yourself, to take care of you. I'm tired of always trying, and always getting bad words in return. I'm at my limit. If you can not treat me like a fucking human, like the fucking girl who loves you and who would do everything for you, It is better it to end here and now.”

Yoongi was silent, he had never witnessed anything like this, he had never seen you angry and frustrated as you were at that moment.With all the work he and the boys were doing to promote the group, with all the pressure he was having on his head, he didn’t have time for anything else, not even to take care of your relationship. But he did not know it was being so bad for you, he didn’t know that he was being such a bad person to you and that he was hurting you that way, because he didn’t pay attention to you. He loved you, that was a fact, but with all that was happening, he couldn’t assimilate everything.

He looked at you who was standing in front of him, hands on your waist and head thrown back, taking a deep breath, sniffing, holding as much as possible your tears. You no longer knew what to do, you were tired of all the times you cried for him. You was tired of excuses, tired of giving other chances, thinking that he would change someday, tired of always falling and rising alone, tired of loving him with all your heart, body and soul, but receiving nothing in return. You knew you would suffer with all that, but it was time to put a stop to all that suffering. You sighed heavily and turned to him, who regarded you without knowing what to do.

“Leave, Yoongi. Ask for one of the boys to come get your stuff, it ends here. I will not suffer for you anymore.” And you walked toward the bathroom, entering and slamming the door behind you. You leaned against it, feeling like if your heart would come out of your mouth. You could hear his steps out of the room and then the door of the living room being slammed. That's when you allowed yourself to slide to the floor and cry compulsively.

Six months later.

Yoongi was walking down the sidewalk, heading for his favorite coffee shop in the city that was also close to the company. He had not spoken to you or seen you for six months. He missed you a lot, and often found himself staring at his cell phone, thinking of calling you to listen to your voice. He knew you were okay, because you kept in touch with Namjoon and he always heard from you. He was glad you were okay, but he just wanted a new chance to show that he could be a better boyfriend.

He was about to enter the cafe when he turned his face to the side and saw you coming out of a clothing store. You had a smile on your face and carried a bag in one hand. You still as beautiful as ever. Always so smiling and radiant, infecting everyone around you with your happiness, charisma and optimism. Yoongi's heart throbbed and he couldn’t contain the gigantic smile that came from his lips, with the euphoria spreading through his body, finally seeing you after all this time.

That was his chance. The chance to talk to you, to apologize and if necessary, beg for a new chance. He would do anything for you, change whatever it takes to get you back into his arms. He would be a better boyfriend, a better man, he would be what you deserved. Yoongi turned towards you, walking towards you, but stopped short in the middle of the way to see a man coming out of the store you had just left and wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you into a warm kiss that you accepted smiling.

Yoongi's world collapsed at that moment. Any fantasy he had created in his mind in which he got his forgiveness and you came back to him,  broke into bits like his heart. Anguish and pain took control of his body, making him paralyzed, seeing you give affection to another man. He didn’t know you were dating, you had never said anything to Namjoon, and if you had, he hadn’t said anything.

Yoongi stayed in the same place, watching you and that man walk away laughing and playing with each other, while his heart was scattered on the sidewalk, so that anyone could step on it.

Just then, Yoongi came to realize, that it was too late to apologize.

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ride or die is dope 😊💕

I choked as I read this. I remembered Namjoon. Lol. I'm glad you liked it 💜

Don’t Call Her Anymore - Park Jimin (F)

— pairing | Park Jimin /Reader — word c | 1,532 — genre | Best friends to lovers au!, fluff. little angst. — summary | You were dating a boy for many months, you fell in love but discovered he had another girlfriend and that broke you. He always called you when he were drunk and you answered, listening to him say the same things. Until Jimin put a stop to it. — warnings/tags | None. I was listening to Evanescence and I had the idea to write that. Amy Lee, queen.

You hated when he did that. Every time you were all right, he did it. It had been weeks since you had thought about him, that you didn’t cry for him. You were returning to your life normally, going out with your friends and meeting other people. You thought this time would be different, but no, nothing was different, there was him calling you at 3 in the morning again, probably completely drunk.

You met him at a party your friend was giving, you kissed, you had sex, and you started dating. You just fell in love and all you wanted was to stay with him, but then you discovered in the worst possible way that he had a girlfriend and that he was just using you and that he never wanted anything serious with you.

When you saw him with her, you wanted to make a scandal, wanted to scream, wanted to swear at him, wanted to slap him, and cry while he would try to give you a stupid excuse. But you knew that if he approached you, all the screams and tears would be wasted, because you would give in and let him touch you, hold you. Then you just turned your back and left as fast as you could, holding your tears until you got home, where you collapsed in tears.

Things started to make sense to you at that moment, why he never took you to meet his parents, why you never go out with him and his friends, why most of your dates were in your house, not his, or some other place. He didn’t want anyone to find out about you.

You finished everything with him over the phone, not being able to see him again, or everything you were doing to stay away from him, would be in vain. Jimin, your best friend was there, in front of you, holding your hand, giving you all the support you needed to do that. He was the first to whom you told what had happened, and if you were not crying like a child, he would have gone after the idiot in the moment you told him.

“Please let me explain.”

“You don’t have to explain, you have a girlfriend, I don’t know her, but no one deserves to be deceived in this way.” You said in the firmer voice you could use, while Park stroked the back of your hand with his thumb, giving you a comforting smile.

"I ... I was going to tell you ... I swear ... But now that you know, we can continue together (Y/N)”

“ What? No, I'm not like that. That's not right, I'm not going to be a part of it.”  You almost screamed, angry and not believing he'd actually proposed that. There was silence on the other side, but you could still hear his heavy breathing.

"Please (Y/N), I love you." And it broke your heart. How could he say that? He was with another ... You were the other. He lied to you, made you believe he cared for you, that you were meant for each other, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He made you believe that you were the most important person in his life.

"If you loved me, you would be here with me." Your voice cracked as tears began to fall from your eyes. “If you loved me, you would not have lied to me, and I would be your only one, I would be your girlfriend. This ends here.” You hung up, tossing the phone on the couch, and Jimin pulled you close, pressing you into his arms, caressing your hair, letting you cry against his chest. He said nice and sweet things, said that everything would be fine, that the pain would pass and that you would be happy again.

And this really happened, you were moving on, but you always burst into tears when he called you, drunk, crying, saying that he missed you, that he loved you, that he wanted you with him, but he never went after you to beg for forgiveness, he had not broken up with his girlfriend, and you were sure he would never do that. You didn’t even know why you still answering to his calls even knowing what he was going to say.

When your phone started ringing, you woke up and fumbled over the bedside table and picked up the cell phone, looking at the screen, recognizing his number. You sighed and sat on the bed. It had been weeks since he'd called you, you thought he'd finally understood that you didn’t want anything more to do with him.

"Is he again?" A voice beside you asked. You turned your face, seeing Jimin lying there, with the blanket over his waist, shirtless, sleepy, with half-open eyes and messy hair.

Recently you and he have started a loving relationship. You had come even closer after what had happened and with that you finally realized that you had feelings for him. He was always with you when you needed, he never let you down, he never hurt you, he was always affectionate and loving with you. It was he who took the initiative on this, he called you out, he kissed you. And you were happy with him, happier than you expected because you thought it might end up ruining your friendship.  You nodded your head. Jimin sighed and sat on the bed running his hand over his face, he had a soft expression on his face, but you knew he was angry, because his eyes were dark.

“Don’t you think it's time to finally get it over with, (Y/N)? Tell him that you're with another guy, that you are with me and that I don’t make you cry and suffer like he did, that I really care about you, that with me has no gray skies and only sunny days and warm nights. Just tell him that you've found someone who really loves you.”

You took your eyes from him and looked back at the cell phone. Jimin was right, you were happy with what you had with him, so why not just tell Jeha to fuck off and leave you alone, erase your number and let you live happily? You still loved him, that was true, but there was no chance of you getting back together. And if it was to choose between him and Jimin, you would choose Jimin.

“Can you do that?” You asked, turning to Jimin, holding out the cell phone to him. He smiled and nodded, taking the cell phone from your hand, answering it.

“Hello!” He said, and you lay down, putting your head on Jimin's belly and just waited for the call to end. “No man, she is not interested, he found something better.”  He said and took the unoccupied hand to your hair, stroking it. “No, she doesn’t want to talk to you, dude. Try to understand one thing, she found someone who doesn’t stress her, who gives her everything she deserves, who gives her all the happiness you have taken from her. Now stop calling, because the next time you bother my girl, I'll go after you and believe me, you will not like what will happen when I have you in my hands.”

And so he hung up, shoving the cell phone under the pillow and pulling you by the shoulders, to hug you, giving you a kiss on the top of your head.

“Is it over?” You asked, raising your head to look at him. He nodded, smiling softly toward you, stroking your cheek.

“There is only one thing missing.” He whispered giving you a kiss before kicking the blankets and get out of bed, grabbing his pants on the floor and looking for something in his pockets. You sat on the bed, with an arched eyebrow, confused by what he was doing, until he returned to the bed and knelt in front of you, taking your hand and looking at you, deep in your eyes. “Do you wanna date me? Would you like to make this silly boy, who follows you wherever you go, who annoys you when he is needy and who loves you with all his body, heart and soul, the happiest man in the world?” He asked, showing you a ring. You held your breath, your body filling with happiness and your heart almost exploding. You've been waiting for this for a long time. You nodded and he put the ring on your finger before jumping on top of you, making you fall back on the bed, laughing with him over you.

You were ready to move on and Jimin would hold your hand all the way. The only thing you felt at that moment, was utopia.

"I'll make you so happy." He whispered, rising, resting his hands on the side of your head, while you had your arms around his neck. You smiled and pulled him down, kissing him.

“You already make me happy, Jimin.”

"Well, then I'll be glad to make you even happier, baby.”

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IM SO EXCITED OVER RIDE OR DIE...YOU ARE AMAZING WRITER... -G.G. 💕😇

Oh my god, thank you. You're always so sweet 💕

Ride Or Die - Jeon Jungkook Mafia Au! Smut, angst - (Trailer FMV)

He seemed to have come out of a museum for being so handsome, it seemed to be that badboy coming straight from the teen movies, but as     you go deep into his life, you realize he was not a badguy just to annoy     his parentes. He was not a Badboy, but a BadMan. He sold drugs and his friends too. He commanded a dangerous, feared gang. The Century. And you fell madly in love with him, almost leaving your life and everyone you knew behind, to be with him.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 Coming soon.

Music: Desire - Meg Myers

Ride Or Die - Chapter 2 (M)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader

— word c | 5,607

— genre | Mafia au!, angst , Smut.

— summary |  He seemed to have come out of a museum for being so handsome, it seemed to be that badboy coming straight from the teen movies, but as you go deep into his life, you realize he was not a badguy just to annoy his parentes. He was not a Badboy, but a BadMan. He sold drugs and his friends too. He commanded a dangerous, feared gang.And you fell madly in love with him, almost leaving your life and everyone you knew behind, to be with him..

— warnings/tags | Adult content, Violence, drugs, alcoholic beverages, explicit sex, low slang words.

— disclaimer | myself and this fic DOES NOT condone violence, abuse, use of drugs, alcohol or any kind of crimes. This is a fanfic, an alternative reality, I have no intention of offending anyone. If that makes you feel bad, please do not read. In this fanfic the character is not abusive to the reader, and remember, what Jungkook does in this fanfic is not what he does in real life. Myself or this fanfic does not have any type of connection with BTS, Jungkook or Bighit. Hope you like it.

— Ride Or Die - Character Biography.

01 | ‘02′ | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 |

You started hanging out every Friday and Saturday of the month, and on Sundays he would come to your house and you would talk until the night, when he kissed you and left, leaving you dizzy with happiness. Being with him kept you alive, made you feel alive. You told your parents that he was your friend, because that was the truth, you were not dating, just hanging out together.

At school, you eventually drifted away from your friends and ended up sitting with him at lunch, and in physical education you kept talking about stupid things that made you both laugh. In physics classes, when he started tapping the pen on the table, you did not ask him to stop anymore, but would turn to him and slap his hand, knocking the pen down and making him laugh and drop a comment like ‘the princess is angry today’ and ‘someone needs to calm you down, princess.’ People were confused when they saw you together. When you walked together through the crowded hallways and someone laughed, Jungkook would give them deadly looks that made them lower their heads or look away. And some girls were staring at you with bad eyes for you doing something they never could, catching the official Badboy from school.

One day, Jungkook said he would arrive later at school because he had some things to do, but it was snack time and he still had not shown up, so you sat with your friends and were talking about random things until you decided to get up and ended butting heads with a girl who was with a glass of juice in hand, making some juice spilling on the floor.

"Are you blind, you bitch?" She yelled angrily, calling the attention of everyone in the cafeteria and everyone stopped what they were doing to see what was happening.

"I'm sorry, but it did not even touch you." You said in defense, that's when the girl threw the juice of the glass at you, wetting your shirt and pants, making you take a few steps back in shock. You did not know what to feel at that moment. You did not know if you were embarrassed, humiliated, angry or all together. Your friends by your side were as shocked as you and did not have the courage to say a word because the one with whom you had bumped, was the captain of the cheerleading team and was dating one of the football players who had two logs instead of arms, so the fear of him doing something against them was too big, and you understood that. The whole canteen was invaded with the laughter of the people. They loved to see someone being humiliated, they felt better with it.

“Are you going to cry?" Chelsea, the girl asked you, bursting into laughter.

“Apologize to her." 

You were still deciding whether to jump on her neck or get out of there when a voice spoke over the laughter and made everyone shut up and look at whoever was behind Chelsea. She moved to the side, looking back and there was Jungkook with an unhappy expression on his face. Everyone there had seen that look before, when a guy tried to pull fight with him and succeeded, ending up in the infirmary with a broken nose and a dislocated shoulder. “I told you to apologize, you bitch.” He yelled making Chelsea jumped back and turned at once to you.

“I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry.” She whimpered, clasping her hands together, as if imploring something. It was very easy for people to be afraid of him, but that was something you had never felt before. What you felt for him was completely different. You ignored her and just focused on Jungkook who walked up to you, putting the jacket he wore on your shoulders and hugged you giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“Never fuck with her again.” He threatened between teeth for Chelsea who was quiet, before leading you out of the canteen.

For some reason, you did not feel bad for her, did not feel that Jungkook should have taken it lightly with her, you just wanted to kiss him and thank him for what he had done, so as soon as you entered the dressing room, you pulled him behind the cabinets, hiding from the door and pulled him against you, kissing him hard, digging your fingers through his hair, making him moan against your lips as he grabbed your waist and lifted you up, placing your thighs around his waist and leaning against him in one of the cabinets, pressing his volume between your legs. His kisses went down to your neck, making you tilt your head a little more to give him more space. You groaned with Jungkook's hot wet lips on your skin, which made him groan back.

"If I do not stop, we'll end up having sex here." He whispered back to kiss you, invading your mouth with his tongue, increasing the pressure of his lips. “Tell me to stop.” He whispered, lowering his kisses to your neck. It was a joke, how did he want you to stop him when it was being so good?

"I say, if you promise to continue it later." You said panting, pulling at his hair. He laughed against your skin and lifted his chin, looking directly into your eyes.

"Is that what I understood? The princess wants to spend the night with me?”

"It does not have to be at night, we can do it after class.” You said biting your lips, seeing lust running through his eyes.

"I'm not good at taking anyone's virginity, I'm just warning you.” Hearing those words, you threw your head back and laughed, leaving him confused by your sudden outburst.

"I'm not a virgin, Jungkook." You said down from his lap, wiping your tears that eventually fell for you laugh like crazy. He frowned and stared at you waiting for an explanation. "It's not because I refuse to walk with the popular that I am the nerd and innocent who has never laid a hand on a dick in life and is ashamed of the sexual safety class. I am not virgin.” You laughed again and this time he accompanied you, pulling your arm and pressing you against the cabinets again, pushing himself toward you. He held your arms over your head and gave you light kisses on the cheek before attacking your mouth again.

“Great.” He whispered hoarsely. "That means I do not have to take it easy with you later." And so he bit your lip, making you press your thighs, wanting some kind of touch between your legs.

“Great.” You repeated what he had said and pushed your tongue against his mouth.

"But I need you to give me something." He said separating the kiss, looking at you seriously and dropping his arms. You laughed.

"I'll make you cum, what more do you want?"

"You," he answered without hesitation, without laughing or smiling, he continued serious. You frowned, not understanding exactly what he meant by ‘you’. “Officially." And then you get it. He was asking you to date him, in his strange and hard way. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a calm, slow kiss.

"I've always been and always will be yours.”

After class is over, Jungkook took you to his house. He had already mentioned that he lived with a friend because he had his own job and did not want to live at anyone's expense. Then with 16 he left his parents' house. As you entered the house and came to his room, it was only a matter of him locking the door and you were in his bed.

You no longer detach yourself from there, and in the next seven months you came even closer. You began to spend even more time together, to go to more bars, you got drunk and spent the night in the street with him, you fucked in the car, leaning against it, in the toilets of the bars, in the bathrooms of the houses that went to parties, in his house, and in other places as well. He taught you to drive and you would sometimes get your car to practice, always with him praising you in a coded way, hiding behind Badboy's attitude.

Now in the present, your parents who had already made it clear that they did not like him and would never like Jungkook, intimated you to break up with him. They took your cell phone and your laptop, so you could not talk more with him and not only changed schools you, because there was only a month to your graduation. After realizing that your parents had fallen asleep, you rose from your bed after crying for hours. You had spent all day lying in the bed, just listening to your parents screaming at you how stupid you were to be dating someone like him, saying that you would destroy your life if you continued with him. All this just because they did not like your boyfriend.

You pulled on your shoes and grabbed your jacket, left the room walking on tiptoe and went downstairs, opened the front door and out. Once moved away a few meters from the house, you began to run away from there. It was past ten at night, and Jungkook would kill you to know you were on the street by yourself at this time, but there was no other way to get to him other than that. As soon as you reached the street where he lived, you felt exhausted after running so hard to get there. Approaching the house, you saw him out the front door, slamming it and striding toward the Dodge 78 that was parked in front of his garage. He was wearing a leather jacket, black pants, and black hair was thrown forward, covering his forehead. As he stepped onto the sidewalk and turned his face two centimeters, he saw you walking toward him.

He was ready to scold you for not answering any of his messages or his calls, but as soon as he saw your condition and your tears falling down your cheeks, another thought popped into his head: Who would he beat up for making his girl cry?

"What happened, Princess?" He asked, hurrying toward you and holding you in his arms while you were crying compulsively. He held your body and fit your thighs around his waist, backing down the path and kicking the front door to enter the house. Hoseok, a friend of Jungkook who lived with him was watching TV and was startled by his friend's sudden action, but when he saw you and your state, understood why. Jungkook sat on the couch with you on his lap and let you cry as much as you wanted on his neck, just stroking your back and squeezing his lips. Every sob that you gave, the more his anger rose. Whoever would have hurt you would pay.

Hoseok went to the kitchen and took a glass of water to you. So you took a sip and calmed down.

“Who made you cry?” He asked seriously.

“My parentes took my cell phone and my laptop so I could not talk to you. They want me to break up with you.” You said quietly, almost whispering. Jungkook sighed, relieved that no one had hurt you.

"Baby, your parents never liked me, and that was never an impediment to us.”

"This time it's different.” You whimpered again. "They want to send me to Australia, to an aunt's house ..." And at that moment the blood rushed from Jungkook's face. He clenched his jaw and looked at Hoseok who was in the next chair, equally surprised.

“When?” He asked.

“After graduation.”

“Fuck!” He hissed, grabbing his hair. He knew he had to control his anger, because you were on his lap. He could not imagine his life without you anymore, he could not even look at another woman but you, he would break if you left, just like you. Silence reigned in there. No one has anything to say, there was nothing to say.The feeling of thinking you would have to get away from him, made your heart clench and you started crying again, grabbing his neck and murmuring "I do not want to get away from you" several times.

“Jungkook, can I talk to you a minute?” Hoseok said getting up.

"It's not the best time, Hoseok.”

"Seriously, Jeon!" He said. Jungkook knew that, since Hoseok never called him by his last name.

“Princess, give me just a minute, okay?” He said to you, who nodded through sobs and threw yourself into the seat next to him. So they went to the kitchen and let you cry a little more. “What?”

“Let's put her”. Hoseok said, causing Jungkook to frown, soon after realizing what he was talking about. “If ...”

“No, no way. I'm not going to involve her in this.”

“Think with me dude, we're in need of someone else, and it's easy work, she will only have to drive. And the sooner she gets to know what we do, the sooner she can come live with you.”

”It's dangerous...”

"Being with you is dangerous, you're crazy. This job, this is easy job close to dating you.”

“Real funny, dork!” Jungkook said sarcastically.

“What I mean is that being with you is already dangerous enough, she's going to have to learn to live with it if you want to be together. Sooner or later you will have to tell her.”

“I can’t ask her that ...” He said leaning on the sink and running his hands over his face. “She's ... too good for that.”

"Do you want her to leave?" Hoseok asked and Jungkook glanced at him, showing that the answer was obvious. He did not want you to leave him, he wanted you with him. “Because I'm sure she does not want to go. And I'm sure she would do everything for you, as you would for her. And we cannot continue here if she comes to live with us, the house hardly fits us. And I'm sure you will not ask your father to ...”

"What if we can not do the job, Hoseok? We're going to be arrested and so is she.”

“I can’t believe that I'm alive to see the sociopath Jeon Jungkook caring about someone.” Hoseok said discredited, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Exactly, I still have control over some emotions, but that's not the case here. She's the only thing that matters to me. I'll just kill her parents and problem solved.”

“Do not kill her parents, at least not yet” He sighed. “Just think about it, okay? This will help her and you. And if you doubt whether or not she would do anything for you, just ask her.”

Jungkook nodded and went back into the living room with his friend, seeing you curled up on the couch, but this time without crying. He sat down beside you and pulled you onto his lap.

"I'm going, if you want to show up, it's going to be really cool. And y/n?”

“Yes?”

“It will be all right, I'm sure no one will separate you two. You’re too stubborn to let that happen.” He said and it made you smile. Hoseok waved to you and left the house. Jungkook was involved in thoughts and only realized that you were calling him when you kissed him on the lips.

“Is everything okay?" You asked and he stared at you for a moment. You were the most precious thing that had come into his life, the person with whom he cared most. He would do everything for you, he would die for you, kill for you.

“You are the most important person in my life, no one is above you. I'll do anything for you, Y/n. Everything.”  He said putting his forehead on your, your breaths came together and you felt calm at the moment, safe. The power he had over you was immense. "Tell me what you want me to do about it and I'll do it."

“Let's take a bath together?” You asked him, who smiled. “I missed you.”

“Is that really what I understood? Does my little hottie baby want me inside her under the shower?” He asked, lowering his hands to your thighs, no longer seeing the sadness that had made your eyes clouded before. You nodded biting your lip and standing. He slapped you in the ass that made you scream and climb the stairs toward the only bathroom in the house that was down the hall. As you walked toward it, you turned around and started to undress, throwing your clothes down the hallway as Jungkook followed you, watching the show, his eyes glittering in temptation, beginning to undress as well, starting with the jacket, then the shirt and finally the pants. When he reached you, he took you in his arms kissing you as you fumbled the door, opened it, entering the bathroom.

After turning on the shower, you helped him take off your bra. He pushed you against the wall of the box and came down kissing your body until took off your panties and tossed it out.

"You're so wet, baby.” He said after kneeling on the floor and lift one of your legs to get a better view of your cunt. "You want me to suck you, huh?" He asked letting out a chuckle and looking at you who nodded frantically as you bit your lips, while massaging your entry with his thumb. “Use your words love, you want me to suck you, hm? Want me to make you crazy using my tongue in that piece of paradise, huh?”

“Yes Jungkook, please suck me." You whispered and so he did. He ran his tongue over your clit and began to suck you, making your legs tremble as soon as he started. That was one of the things you liked best about him, the pleasure he had in doing that to you, which many guys did not have. Unable to hold it, you grabbed his hair and started to roll in his mouth, making him smile between the act. This was his favorite part of it, when you could not hold the pleasure. Your loud, delicate groans echoed through the bathroom and perhaps even through the house, but you did not care, and neither did he. That's when you feel two fingers coming at you, at first slowly, but then he increased the speed and strength, making you bend over him, moaning and raving.

"I do not want to cum now. "You moaned, tugging on Jungkook's hair, begging him to stop.

"It's all right, baby. You'll come again, I promise.” He said against her clit causing him to shiver. A little more and you moaned loudly when the wave of pleasure took over your body. Jungkook laughed pulling his fingers out from you and then he was standing, placing you face against the wall and pulling your hips back making you steep as he played with his cock in your entry, before putting it in until the fist. “Fuck baby… I never get tired of getting in here, baby. I really like being inside your fucking tight pussy.” He whispered in your ear as he moved slowly inside you, holding onto your back, which made you growl and arch your back.

“Harder, please.” You begged, making him laugh maliciously.

“Do you want harder, baby? Stronger? Deeper? Hm?” You shook your head, nodding, standing on tiptoe, prancing toward him, moving against him, begging for more contact. “Do you want me to screw up that tight little pussy with my dick going deep inside you?” You nodded desperately “Your wish is my command.”

So he increased his movements, going back and forth hard, going deep into you. The snap of his hips slapping against you echoed with your moans all over the bathroom, even over the shower water falling over. Jungkook ran one of his hands down your stomach and climbed up to your neck, holding and forcing you to lean back a bit as he squeezed a little, just letting the necessary amount of air flow into your lungs while his other hand came down up to your clit and began to play.

“Oh baby” You moaned, through your breath, holding the arm he use to choke you.

“Yes baby? Do you want to cum in this dick, hm? Do you want to cum with my fat dick inside your little pussy, baby?”

“Yes please Jungkook, please make me cum.” You groaned feeling her walls begin to tighten around him.

“How bad do you want to cum, baby? Tell me and i will make it real.” He whispered hoarsely, biting your ear, causing you to roll your eyes and move your hips toward his hard, increasing the strength of the movements.

“So bad baby, i want it so baby-oh my god”

“Wrong deity, baby.” He said through clenched teeth, increasing the strength of strokes, making her scream with pleasure. As soon as you felt you were close, you gripped Jungkook's arm and screamed with orgasm taking hold of your body as he stocked hard and deep.

“I love you." You said dizzy with all the pleasure that still ran through your body. This was the first time you'd said that, and because it was at the moment he was hitting you from behind, it was so spontaneous than something inside him exploded, making him growl and kiss the full length of your neck and shoulder as he whispered dirty words and moaned.

"Oh fuck y/n, I fucking love you." He groaned as his cock throbbed, coming inside you. The mismatch breath, the feeling of pleasure involving two of you. Jungkook hugged your body and leaned his chin on your shoulder, trying to calm his breathing and his heart. Now he was sure you would do anything for him, because now he had heard from you that you loved him.

After sex, you were lying on the bed, both silent. He had you on his chest and stroked your hair thinking about what to do about your situation with your parents. He definitely wanted to bring you to live with him, but not in that house, it was small and the neighborhood was not good. He wanted someplace better for you to grow together, to love together.

When he started having that feeling for you, when he started to feel love it was weird for him. Sociopaths are not known to have feelings for other people. Sociopaths do not like to stay in groups, they preferred solitude, unlike the psychopaths who manipulated the feelings of the people in their favor. The only feeling that Jungkook manipulated in his favor was fear. He liked it when he saw people falling apart under his gaze, and sometimes he wondered if he was a sociopath or psychopath, after all, he did not like manipulating feelings, but he liked to kill. After you entered his life, his need to kill diminished. That was really weird. But now that he has discovered that your parents want to send you away from him, the desire to kill has come back. He would do nothing for now, but if he had to, he would not worry about doing what he thought was right, for the both of you.

He did not care that you were young, in two months you would be turning 18 and could be officially free to leave your parents' home. But now that they decided to take you away from him, he needed to act quicker since he could not wait until you turned eighteen. Well, maybe killing them now is not a bad option. He thought. He sighed lost in thought and did not realize you was staring at him all the time. As soon as his eyes came down to you, you smiled.

“You are so handsome”

“I know.” He said causing you to giggle and slap his abdomen. “Hey, violence is never the answer”

“Said the guy who hits someone just by looking at me.”

“This is different, you are my woman, I have to protect my girl.”

“You should protect me from yourself, dork, I'm still numb, but tomorrow I'll be all sore.” You said laughing, getting off him and lying down next to him.

“You asked for it, doll, and I do everything you ask , remember?” He said caressing her cheek. "Say it again, baby.”

“Say what?”

“Those words you said while you were cumming for me. I want to hear them again.”

“I love you." You said, making an innocent smile spring from his lips.

“I love you too.” He said making you smile and pulling you into a strong and comfortable hug.

The next day he gave you a phone so you could talk to him when you needed it without your parents knowing. You spent the day together, and at night you went to a bar. You had some clothes at his house so you would not have a problem with that. As soon as you arrived at the bar, you observed the place, it was not very different from the bars that you had already frequented with him. It was big, there was a sign over the door with green neon written Rock Bar. Inside, there was a small stage with some musical instruments on top, the place was large and crowded, as was usual at night with live show. He said he had to talk to someone and asked you to wait at the bar and so you did. You were sitting at the bar drinking alcohollessly since you would not be given liquor there, had talked to the barman who was a friend of Jungkook, when someone sat next to you and was staring at you. Starting to feel uncomfortable, you turned to the person and asked if he had lost something in you.

“No, I just thought you pretty much for a place like this.” The man said and you narrowed your eyes.  “If you want to go to a better place than this...”

“I would not do that if I were you.” The bartender said, making you take another sip of your drink as the man looked at the waiter.

“And why not?” The man asked.

“She's Jeon's girl.” The bartender said and so you looked at the man who was amazed. His eyes widened. Why do people seem so afraid of Jungkook? You thought blinking a few times and taking another sip of your drink.

“Jeon Jungkook? The dealer? The Drug dealer?” As the words entered your ears, you choked on the drink. The bartender's eyes widened and he glanced at the man as if to say ‘you should not have said that.’

You was about to ask what he was talking about when Jungkook appeared to put his arm around your shoulders, causing that man to get up at once, scared, apologizing to Jungkook saying he did not know you was his girl and so disappearing among other people. You'd thought he'd confused Jungkook with someone, but as soon as you saw his frightened gaze, he knew it was from the same person he spoke to.

“Drug dealer?” You hissed between your lips, confused and turned to Jungkook, who was frowning at you. “Drug dealer, Jungkook?”  You raised the tone of your voice and you could see the blood fading from his face as soon as he heard what you had said. You got up and ignored his calls, slipped out of the people and walked out of the bar, walking furiously and confused at the same time by the sidewalk.

“Y/n, wait.” You heard his voice scream, and his feet hit the ground as he rushed toward you. “Princess...”

“That man said you're a drug dealer, Jungkook, please tell me that's not true." You said turning to him, already with tears threatening to fall.

“I can’t.”

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t say that is not true because it is.”

“Fuck Jungkook." You cursed throwing your hands up in disbelief, beginning to walk in circles on the sidewalk, trying to control your emotions, until you leaned against his car and stared at the sky taking a deep breath. The world collapsed around you.

“Do you love me less because of it?” He asked in a cold voice, making you look at him. The answer was no. You still loved him with the same intensity as you had loved since you fell in love with him months ago. You studied him for a few seconds, tense shoulders, tight jaw, uncomfortable position, arched eyebrows, all waiting for you to respond. You sighed and shook your head, denying it. He seemed to ease, but still continued standing there, he did not want to force the issue, still had a great chance that you broke up with him there at that time. But incredibly, break up with him not crossed your mind. You were angry, yes, but did not know if you was angry at him for not telling you anything or for being what it is.

You ran a hand through your hair and sighed heavily. You did not want to argue with him now, you did not want to quarrel with him. But that was too much for a weekend. You had quarreled with his parents, they had yelled at you, you told Jungkook you loved him and he returned the feeling and now you had discovered that he was a drug dealer.

“Take me Home." You asked, opening the passenger door and getting into the car. He sighed and walked around the car, entering and driving to his house silently. When you reached the street of your house, you remembered that you had left the house last night and that you had not yet returned there. Your parents were on the sidewalk talking to their neighbors and as soon as they saw Jungkook's car, you did not know if they were relieved or furious. Jungkook parked the car and you left without saying a word. He did the same and followed you up the sidewalk and holding your wrist, making you look at him.

“Please ... Let's talk about this.” He asked now holding you face, forcing you to look at him, to see his worried and frightened eyes. “Don’t leave me.” That was his fear at that moment. He was not afraid you would tell the police or something, he was afraid of losing you. Because you were the most important person in his life, as he was for you. That was not Badboy Jungkook who spoke, the one in front of you was just the Jungkook, the sweet Jungkook, the one you had fallen in love with.

“Y/n y/s/n, go inside now.” The voice of your mother screaming brought you out of the trance that was to plunge in those black eyes of your boyfriend. You sighed again, having no desire or patience to talk to anyone at the time, even if it was with him.

“We'll talk tomorrow at school, okay?” You said. He did not smile, he was not satisfied with that answer, if it was someone else, he would press up to speak what he wanted to hear, but with you it was different. He just nodded and gave you a kiss on the forehead, releasing you. As soon as you passed your mother, you heard your father yell at him.

“I don’t want you near my daughter, you brat.”

“You don’t have to want nothing.” He roared angrily. “‘Cause while she stills loving me and wanting me to be with her, I'll stay by her side. And there is no one in this world who will take her away from me as long as she wants to be with me.” So he glanced at her before getting into the car and leaving.

You ignored the screams of your parents against you saying how dumb and irresponsible you were and just came into your room locking the door and throwing yourself on the bed, starting to cry again. What would you do now?

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